Holley and What's Her Name, Part 1

by Holley

Although we have a lovely pool in our own garden I'd had the feeling that I'd like to be among other people. Not necessarily mixing with them but just to have people around me. I'd found a nice area on the grass where there weren't too many people and settled down with my book. It was in a nice clean brown paper cover so that people around me couldn't see that it was a lesbian novel. The story was about love between two women, one a teenager like myself, the other an older woman. I just love stories like that, the thoughts of a younger girl taking control of the older woman made me wet in a certain place.

I'd read two chapters where the author had set the scene of the young girls seduction of the older woman and it had got to an exciting part as they'd kissed for the first time. What I really didn't need right now was someone else plonking themselves down along side me. There was a “mile” of space so they could easily have sat at least ten yards away but no, this girl had sat down so close to me that she could almost have looked as though we were together.

“Is it a nice book”? I'd looked up to see who had spoken to me knowing full well that it was the girl and when I answered she smiled at me. Well, is it? She'd asked. “Yes it is” but I didn't carry on to explain to her what it was about. She told me that she absolutely adored stories about girls in their first year in high school and how they enjoyed meeting girls from different areas from where they lived. Apparently she was from a very working class kind of area, not a bit like the place that I live. Our neighbours were all 'well to do' living in big houses with pools and a few cars in the garage. Apparently where she lived they were quite poor, well, not exactly poor but they didn't have all the trappings of the richer suburbs.

She asked me where I lived and when I told her the name of the suburb she said “Wow, one of the rich people”. It was almost on the tip of my tongue to tell her to go away, not that those would have been the words I would have used, but she seemed nice enough to at least have a chat to. I explained to her something about my house and the cars in the garage but I didn't tell her that my dad had made all his money from scrap metal. He'd started quite small but worked his way up the ladder and having an outward going personality he'd charmed his way to the top, I might also add that I think he's a bit of a scoundrel too.

Anyway, that part had nothing to do with her and I went on to describe the house and the gardens and when I told her about the pool she was amazed that I'd come to the public pool rather than use the one at home. I'd tried to explain to her that rich people sometimes feel a bit lonely because they didn't have friends that “just dropped in”. Some of my friends at school tell me that there are always people at their houses who don't need an excuse to call whereas my parents friends are all “up themselves” and wouldn't dream of just dropping in on their way back from the shops. They all needed a printed invitation dated at least a week in advance so they could check their diaries making sure they were free on that particular date.

Whilst we'd been chatting or perhaps it would be true to say I'd been chatting she'd moved closer bringing her towel with her until she was almost on top of me. As she'd laid the towel on the grass and then sat on it her hand had been not too carefully moved. It had touched me on the upper thigh; only gently mind you, but most definitely, or so I thought, deliberately. As she moved again to presumably get more comfortable it had dragged along my thigh to closer to my pussy. Now, I'm a girl that likes a little action with other females, although generally with older women, but the sensation of her little fingers lightly moving up my thigh did reveal something about me. It certainly revealed that I'm not averse to the touch of a much younger girl and the odds were that she'd noticed a little shiver as it had moved.

Did she know what she'd done? I wasn't sure at that time but it became clear as the afternoon wore on that her fingers had touched my leg on a couple of occasions and I'd had a little tremor each time it had happened. Eventually she'd asked me if I liked girls but I pretended ignorance of what her question meant and asked her to explain. She looked at me as though I was stupid and with her hand round her mouth as though shielding herself from an enormous crowd she'd asked me in a whisper if I'd ever had sex with another girl. Was it that obvious that I'm a lesbian? I'd had sex with a much older woman only recently, successfully I might add, but was it obvious from my appearance that I liked women?

Coming even closer she told me that she liked girls and frankly I thought to myself I wonder if she likes me? I was getting a bit turned on by her boldness and when she moved again so that our thighs were touching I could feel moisture beginning to gather in my pussy. Now, I don't have big tits although since I'd met Erica they have grown quite a bit so that now they fit a small bra quite nicely and that seemed to be the area where her eyes were directed. She also touched hers so that it drew my eyes to them only to hear her say I wish they'd hurry up and grow, I can't wait to have them falling over the top of a bra.

The topic of conversation was nice, no, much more than nice, it was very erotic and I could feel my nipples growing inside my bra and when she reached across and touched the flesh outside the cups I almost held her hand there. However, she took it away before I could take hold of it and now after what happened later I have to admit that it was done deliberately and purposefully. I felt that tightening in my breast that I always feel when I'm horny and with the gathering moisture I knew that I was ready for sex. My mind turned to the two older women in my life but before I could get my mind around what I would do to them this little girl had reached over very quickly and dropped my bra exposing my breasts. “Wow”, she'd said “what lovely tits you've got” as I tried to fasten my bra but as I did she said “don't be fucking stupid, you know you're going to get shagged don't you”?

Oh my goodness, the thought of getting shagged by this young thing was completely out of the question. During my sessions with my two older women I'd let both of them shag me, not at the same time of course and not too often, but the thought of being shagged by a girl was obscene or was it? The touches that she'd laid on me, both on my thighs and my tits, had certainly affected me to the extent that my mind was racing trying to think where we could go to relieve me if not her. Frankly I didn't care whether she got relief or not as long as I got my pussy into action.

One of the failings of wondering about sex with this young thing was that my mind that should have been concentrating was now concentrating on my feverish pussy. The temperature was building like a baker's oven and if it didn't get to cool down quite quickly I would have 'cum' right here. She, and I still don't know her name, took my hand and led me around the back of some sheds where the pool staff apparently took their lunch and without any preamble she pushed her finger still covered in my swimsuit into my cunt. Oh fuck, that was so nice and at least part way to giving me some satisfaction but as I reached down to pull my swimsuit out of the way she slapped my hand and told me to wait. Eventually she did get her finger inside but of course because I'm older and have more experience just one finger is not enough. I tried my very best to get another one at least inside me and as it sank into me she finger fucked me with great relish making me gasp and asking her what her name is and how old she is. The only thing she would tell me was that she's eleven, oh my god, I'm being fucked by an eleven year old and enjoying every minute of it.

Having got me to this stage she dropped to her knees and went to work with her mouth. She hadn't got her mouth on my bare pussy, she was sucking me through the material of my swimsuit and frankly that wasn't what I wanted, I wanted real flesh to flesh contact and when she did I'd let out the biggest sigh you'd ever hear. Slurping and sucking and making such an awful noise she brought me to an orgasm but instead of stopping she continued sucking and licking until I was almost there again but at that stage she stood, turned and walked away. Only when she got to the corner of the shed did she turn and look back with a smile on her face as I finger fucked myself to another orgasm. When she saw the results of my fingering she waved to me and indicated with her fingers that I should put my 'cum' soaked fingers in my mouth. I did and sucked and licked them clean and as I looked up she gave me another wave and disappeared around the corner.

The moral of this story is of course that we should not take our lovers for granted or else some one, not necessarily that person, will at some time do exactly the same to you.

I didn't hang around the pool after that, I went straight home and sent an e-mail to Erica telling her that I absolutely adored her and that the next time we met our love affair would be more of an equal partnership than on previous occasions. Shortly afterwards I got a reply telling me that the way things are now with me as the dominant partner more than satisfied her desires thank you!!!!!!!!!