Holley and What's Her Name, Part 1

by Holley

In following days I went to the pool again trying to convince myself that I wasn't looking for that girl but that I genuinely wanted to be among people. I did realise that I was kidding myself because I only waited around for a short while and then left disappointed. After several days I thought well Holley my girl, this is the last day.

Whether she, “what's her name,” is a mind reader or not I can't be sure because as I was just about to close my book a shadow fell over it and when I turned my heart skipped a beat, it was her. She was wearing a delicious white bikini and whilst her breasts didn't particularly stretch the material her bottom certainly did.

“Hi” she said as without waiting for an invitation she sat close to me and as before her hand ”accidentally” dragged across my thigh and again almost to my pussy. Was it an automatic reflex that made me open my legs wider? I couldn't be sure but they certainly did open and I was sure I didn't do it deliberately.

No, her actions were deliberate because as she turned even further towards me she was almost lay on top of me and whilst I wouldn't have complained there was a certain amount of decorum that had to be upheld; too many people around for that to happen. I suppose you know what I mean when I say “that”? However, my right tit was quite gently pressed against hers or where hers would be in a couple of year's time. At the moment it was only just about a bump on her chest although there was certainly a little lump where her little nipple would be. She took a breath and whilst it could have been quite innocent I knew otherwise, it was done deliberately to press against my breast and she smiled as I took in a little extra breath.

Again that hand of hers had touched my thigh and this time she wasn't quite as discreet because it actually did touch me on the pussy. True, it was outside my swimsuit but I felt almost as though my pussy lips had opened like an automatic door and some liquid, or so I thought, escaped into my suit.

She took the book out of my hands and put it in my bag then taking my hand she hauled me to my feet and led me away from where I'd been lay. I didn't think to ask her where we were going, I just followed along behind. She led me along the side of the pool, across to where the office and cashier is, out the gate, still with her holding my hand, and along the street. She obviously knew where we're going although she'd neither asked me if I wanted to go nor had she said where we were going.

She only led me about a hundred yards and then, still in silence, we turned into a gate of a very modest house. The only time she let go of my hand was when she looked in her purse for her key and opening the door she gave me a little push inside. About the only thing that worried me was whether there was anyone else in the house but if there was she obviously wasn't worried. She dropped her bag and taking mine from me she dropped it along side hers and almost without missing a beat she took my upper arms, pulled me to her and kissed me. Not a schoolgirl kiss, a proper mature kiss. Either she had a wonderful imagination or else she'd done it with someone else probably older. It damned near took my breath away; I hadn't kissed like that since the last time I'd been with Erica. She held the kiss whilst her free hand, her right hand, searched for my breast. It wasn't hard for her to find, the nipple was now very prominent. The caress of her hand as she followed the curve right from my upper rib cage, along the lower curve of my breast and then over the nipple to the upper slope had obviously been done often enough before. I'd given her a little shudder as her hand had moved and when she returned to kissing me my breathing changed from its usual frequency to a more frequent shallow breath.

I was completely ready for sex and if she'd pushed me down on a chair I would have gladly opened my legs for her but now she'd got me aroused she sat on the end of the kitchen table, pulled her pants down and taking hold of my head she pushed me into her pussy. For comfort she told me to reach behind me and pull up a kitchen chair. The scene was her sat with her legs apart showing me her girls pretty pussy and me sat in a chair bending forward to suck her off. She was a very determined girl and when I moved my head she just grabbed my hair and pulled me back where she wanted me. Under ordinary circumstances I would have relished doing this to an older woman like Erica or Geraldine but this was really quite humiliating to be made to attend to the needs of such a young girl.

I worked very hard to bring her to her climax with my mouth and lips cruising around and over her pussy and my tongue frequently deep inside her. My fingers were reaching and searching for sensitive spots and although there wasn't a lot of fluid what there was seemed to have a distinctive taste unlike Erica and Geraldine. When her fluid arrived I'd licked her clean but then she pushed me away and standing at the side of the table she pulled on her panties again said goodbye. I asked her when I'd see her again and she just answered so damned nonchalantly that she “might” be at the pool tomorrow but not to rely on it.

I'd hoped after I'd sucked her pussy that she'd at least return the favour to me but as you may have guessed she was one of those real teasers that delight in getting other females horny and then sending them on their way.

She let me out of the door and as I walked away unsatisfied it struck me that this must have been the way Erica felt on occasions when I'd tormented her. I know that after the first time I'd met this girl I'd promised Erica to be a better and more considerate lover and now this girl, and so young, had done precisely the same thing to me.

Did I deserve such punishment? I suppose I did and I'll be a nicer person in future. I can't wait to see Erica again to show her the new me. But, as you've already guessed, I did return to the public pool and again for about four days in a row she wasn't there. Fuck, that was so frustrating, I had the feeling that she was somewhere around, my skin felt sort of “crawly” and although I may have been my imagination I could have bet that a search of the pool area would have revealed her whereabouts. On the fifth day, promising myself that this would definitely be the last time I went, as I sat reading and casually glancing around I saw her with some other girls. Some of them may have been around her age but some were definitely a bit older, maybe even as old as sixteen. She seemed to be the centre of attention even with the older girls and although she seemed to be engrossed with them she did eventually look up and seeing me she waved to me. It was one of those waves that said, “Now come over here”. I wasn't going to go over but something about the way she'd done it almost made it an order.

I picked up my book and my bag and strolled across feeling a little embarrassed because the other girls were staring at me. No, that wasn't true; some of them were glaring at me as if to say we don't want you here. Consequently when I got to where she was stood apparently holding court my face was blood red and it got even worse when she took my hand pulling me towards her and kissed me with her tongue in my mouth. There was a gasp from the other girls and I didn't know whether it was from her boldness or their jealousy.

Still holding my hand she turned me away from the other girls and whispered something in my ear but with the chattering around us I didn't quite catch what she'd said. She repeated it much louder this time and again the other girls gasped, she'd told me that in about five minutes we'd be going to her house again and I was going to get another fucking.

Again I was embarrassed but when I looked around to see if the other girls had anything to say or were showing any emotion on their faces all saw was jealousy. It sure as hell told me that in all probability she'd fucked some of them too, more than likely all the sixteen year olds and perhaps even some of the younger ones.

She led me away and like a puppy dog following it's master I obediently followed with out any fuss. As I glanced up again I could see the other girls with their eyes practically piercing me. That didn't seem to trouble her one bit and at last I found out her name as one of the older girls asked if they would see her later and calling her Meg. Snooty little bitch; didn't even turn to acknowledge the one that had spoken to her.

As on the previous occasion we walked to her house and again once inside she held me and kissed me making me tremble in anticipation of what was going to happen. Let's play a little game she'd said and taking some ribbons from off the door she led me again to her bedroom and laying me on the bed she took off my swimsuit leaving me exposed to her lust filled eyes. Now I could see what the ribbons were for as she promised me that if I didn't like what she did they were so flimsy that I could easily tear them off. I allowed her to tie my hands to the top bed head and then my ankles to the lower bedposts. Once tied she's said now pull on them, you'll find they break easy but they didn't and I realised that she could do as she pleased with me now.

First she stroked my pussy with a feather she took out of her drawer then as she reached the area around my clit she moved it around in circles and then reaching right underneath me she stroked from my anus and again right to my clit area. That little bit of teasing around my clit had already made it pop its little head out and she proceeded to torment it. The feather moved first this way and then that way and then it circled it again until it started to look her straight in the eye. Laying the feather to one side she knelt on the bed and taking the tip of my clit between her little fingers she held it almost straight out and at the same time inserted the fingers of her other hand as far in my pussy as she could. I must have been moaning fit to burst but when she lowered her head and sucked my clit into her mouth I was lost and it wasn't too long before her hand moved so fast that my pussy started to throb and shortly I 'cum'.

Although she smiled at me, it wasn't the smile of a lover it was the smile of someone who knew damned well that the ribbons she'd said were easy to break were most definitely not. I was satisfied with what had happened but more was to come. With me still lay on my back flat on the bed and unable to move she made her way across to a chest of drawers and opening the top drawer she took something out of it. I was unable to see what it was until she turned around and then I was thunderstruck with what I saw. It was a dildo but unlike most dildos this one had what I suppose you'd call an extension handle on it. Making herself comfortable on an easy chair she inserted the dildo in my pussy and at her leisure and in comfort she proceeded to fuck me from a distance. My god, although it was embarrassing it was also so damned erotic. Of course, the novelty of it made me 'cum' in quick order but I was stuck there until she decided to let me go. Several times she came back to me during perhaps the next hour and on each occasion my clit was in her mouth then she'd return to her seat and the dildo was ramming into my pussy and with each fucking from her I orgasmed beautifully and wallowed in the glow of post orgasmic licking of my cunt removing the last traces of my 'cum'.

Eventually though she did untie me but I didn't as perhaps you expected jump up and punch her in the face for teasing me, I jumped up straight into her arms and we kissed long and deeply but as I started to become aroused again she smacked me on the bottom and told me to get dressed. Hiding my disappointment I dressed but not until I'd wiped as far into my cunt as I could, somehow or another even after I've cum a couple of times and been licked clean there always seems to be just a drop of cum that could embarrass me by running either down my legs or else making a wet patch on my clothes.

Clearly my afternoon with her, and I nearly called her what's her name again, only remembering at the last minute that her name is Meg, was over and she led me to the door again and with another smack on the backside she sent me on my way. As I left she gave me a little note in a sealed envelope with instructions not to read it until I got home. Like the good girl I am I followed her instructions to the letter and changed out of my swimsuit and into ordinary clothes before I opened it. The note read that she and her family were moving away from their current address the next day and they'd be moving some hundreds of miles and I wouldn't see her again. Oh fuck, I'd just found another girl to fuck me and who would, apparently, let me fuck her on the odd occasion and she was leaving tomorrow.

Now I really know what it's like to be teased by someone I'd begun to think of as special.