The Mona Lisa Smile

by LesLuv

"Uh. Uh, uh, ah, h-h-h-h - arrrrrr."

I glanced up as she came, caught a glimpse of her head threshing from side to side as her cries died away. I paused a moment, getting my breath back, before running my tongue up her lips, licked her clit, then plunged it back inside her vagina. That brought a real howl, a scream loud enough to bring the cops.

Was I good, or was I? The Best. And this was my best client yet. Almost famous, and I'd be there, giving her all the thrill she could take. I loved it.

I raised my head and looked at her, a big cheesy smile on my face. God, she was beautiful. To me, at least. They all were. Me and girls, made for each other. And the big thought came back into my head: Here I was, not yet thirteen, making girls cum as easy as pie, getting paid to do it, always wanting more, and revelling in the startled looks as each new one saw me for the first time.

Big blue eyes, freckles, wavy golden hair, pretty, full lips, round face and impish smile. And now that I'd grown a bit, slim but already nearly six feet tall, with breasts to match, ones I couldn't have hidden had I tried, it wasn't hard to flaunt my confidence.

How on earth had I been so lucky? I was ok at class, at learning, and I still wanted to be a landscape gardener, but since I'd discovered my real talent, that wasn't so important any more. It all began, I think, because of my name.

My parents had wanted a boy, and they were going to call him Rudolph after my grandad, who had been born in Austria, but when I came along they settled on Rudolpha. It wasn't a girl's name, it wasn't a name at all, but I got it anyway - and what it also got me was a nickname: Rudie. That didn't matter early on, but at primary school it was so embarrassing, and by the time I started secondary this year, I was going by my middle name, Philomena. Yes, I know, another boy's name, but it was a regular name at least. But teachers are thoughtless, and it was not long before it was out there.

"How rude are you?" "Do something rude, act your name." " Wanna be rude with me?" and so on, until I did.

My mother, bless her, was no shy violet, no prude, and when I was eleven nearly twelve, she had gone through the stages I would be experiencing over the next few years, including a detailed anatomy lesson. That was all good, but when she came to telling me about the clitoris I nearly fainted.

"It's the only organ that has just one purpose, to bring pleasure to females. That's because they originally had to have to have something to make all the rest of their lives worthwhile. It was tough and painful, so we got a clitoris as compensation. Now it isn't so tough, but we still have our little toy. And what do we do with toys?"

"We play with them?" I ventured.

"That's right. And you should learn how to play with yours, now you're growing, because to miss out on that is the biggest loss a girl can have."

So she showed me hers, made me feel where mine was, told me what to do, did it for me, told me some of the other things one could do to make it sing, and let me rub hers, but also showed me how to lick and suck it. It wasn't as though I'd been brought up to be shy or Victorian, and most things were talked about quite openly, but this - well, this was Alice's magic garden. This was so strange it was exciting and full of wonder. It wasn't crude or dirty, it was a joy. And it was personal. This was MY joy, MY magic, and it was a treasure I'd never sell or give away. And I did like doing it, and I loved the way she showed me, cared about me and my feelings and my future, and it soon got to where we could suck each other whenever dad was out.

We practised for a long time, because she said I had to have an orgasm, sooner not later, and then I'd know what it was, what to do, and I'd be able to smile the secret smile.

It was three months before it happened. There'd been some nice feelings and strange sensations, but that night - oh boy, I went on my first rocket trip to the moon and back. I brought that lovely smile back with me, and it's always lurking somewhere in the background.

I became an o-aholic, but I'd also been taught that such good things need rationing or they become like dross, the stuff at the top when metals are refined. It gets thrown away because it's worthless. So I was disciplined, no more than five times a day, often none if there was no privacy. My treasure was not for sharing or display.

But then something changed all that. I simply forgot about hiding the smile.

About six weeks or so after I'd started high school I'd been sitting on a rock eating an apple at recess, thinking about where I could hide for two - make that five- minutes, when a shadow fell on me and I looked up to see a girl who I recognised, but had not spoken to. She was in a form above me, and mixing with that level was just not done.

"Mind if I join you?" Her voice was nice, she was smiling, and it would have been rude to say no.

"Sure," I replied, smiling back at her.

She calmly sat next to me on my rock, hips touching which was ok too, and when I turned to look at her she had done the same. Her eyes, a light golden brown, seemed to bore into me, and we just sat there, looking, for what I thought was a minute or more before she said softly , "How long have you been doing it?"

I felt my face go bright red. There was no doubt in my mind what she meant. 'It' was my secret. My very own, but others shared it, did it too. I knew that, but thought it was still just private, not to be discussed openly. Her smile broadened. "You had that look on your face. There's only one thing that gives you the Mona smile, and that's the memory of a good orgasm. Isn't it? You're not alone. Want to be friends?"

I gulped. Still flushing gloriously, I began to stutter, but she made it easy by putting her hand on mine and adding, "I do it too, you know. Nothing to be ashamed of, but it is good to share feelings. Ever been with another girl?"

The shock of that question got rid of my red cheeks in a hurry, caused my mouth to drop open and my eyes to go wide. I slowly shook my head." I, um, I never, it's just me and -" I stopped before the word got out. Being with another girl was just being a lesbian, but being with your mother was - the awful word shot into my head - paedophilia.

But she was a lot more sure of herself than I was, for she butted in with, "Your mother? That's what I did too, last year, but now I have a girlfriend and we do it whenever we can. That's her over there," she nodded her head in the direction of a girl shooting baskets.

She looked small and plain, skinny and pimpled, but what could I say? The one sitting next to me was gorgeous, shiny brown hair in braids, lovely - I mean really lovely - skin, well built, plump almost, and the thought shot into my mind that it might be nice after all to kiss her. I knew that boys didn't excite me the way most girls in my class seemed to get, and I didn't mind playing sport with or against them, but now that this girl knew about my secret it seemed that it might be good to share with her.

She must have seen my puzzled expression, because she added, "My name's Ben. Short for Benita, and that's Frank, short for Francesca, and we'd like to call you Rudie, if that's all right. Not that you're rude, no matter what you're being called, but boy's names for loving girls is a nice spin, don't you think?"

She grinned, and I grinned back. Yes, I did like this girl. Very much. "Um - I think I'd like being your friend. But- um, would you call me Phil, please? That's my middle name." We looked at each other for a long moment, a momentous decision having just been made. Taking the plunge I said, "You're so beautiful."

Ben beckoned Frank over and introduced us. "Frankie's eleven, I'm thirteen and I'd say your about the same age. Am I right?"

"Twelve and a half. Birthday near Christmas."

"Frank and I have talked about you, because you are so very very beautiful, so clean and so much not part of the set. We thought it would be nice see if you wanted to join in our fun and games. We do - well, the things you probably have done, but there's a small problem." She glanced at her friend and went on, "Oh, Frank, you tell her. I'm too embarrassed."

'She only looks about nine or ten', I thought as I looked at her. 'Small, no boobs, thin arms and legs', but the look on her face told of a calmness - and said that she was not so shy.

She gave a little grin and said simply, "I haven't got the smile. We've been trying for a few weeks now, but it's like trying to find that needle in a haystack at night."

"It's my fault," Ben said, frowning. "We're pretty desperate. Well, Frank is, I'm just feeing stupid. I've tried, but - we wondered - if - you..."

I swallowed hard. Doing it with Mum was wonderful, doing it by myself was too, but a girl? A kid? But Frank must have been really desperate, because she put her hand on my arm and whispered, "Please? I've got to get that smile, and I'm going mad. Ben goes out of her mind when I do it to her, but me? There's something wrong with me, I've probably got to have surgery or something, my clit must be so small it isn't really there. Please? Try?"

She looked so helpless, so needy that I put my qualms aside and smiled. "Of course I'll do what I can, no promises, because I have never done anything like that before, but I'd hate you to miss out." It flashed into my mind that licking and fondling this girl might be very exciting; I'd never seen pubes without hair - except m y own in the mirror when I was small - and a little spasm in my own seemed to prove it. Turning to Ben, I went on, "There's nothing like it, is there," then added, "If that's alright with you, of course."

"You'd be doing me a favour, even if you can't manage do it - I'm so frustrated." She shook her head in disgust. "There's nothing wrong with you, Frank, it's me. But I love it, love you, and I'm hopeless." The look on Frank's face said otherwise, and gave me a stab of jealousy -so I just had to get on with it.

"Well, when? And where? I mean we can't do that here, anywhere at school, not at my place, Mum would have fits, so -"

"- That's no problem, we go to my place. Can you come after school? Mum works three days a week at the hospital, dad's away on another trip, and we have about two hours."

"What! Today?" I was unprepared for that, even as another little flutter started in my tummy.

"Yes, if you can. Please. We're kind of - keen, and I want - can 't you ring home?"

Well, I could, and I did, and by three forty five we were at Ben's house. I'd learnt that Frank was almost twelve, had not begun puberty, was extremely bright and focused, loved Ben, and wanted to suck me. At that my juices had started their bubbling, and I could feel the fizzing of pleasure and anticipation.

It didn't seem odd in talking to two girls I'd just met about our feelings, our sex experiments, mothers, and about liking other girls, and I could see that this was one friendship I would value.

When we got to Ben's house I was asked if I wanted a drink or something, but my thirst had gone in a different direction so we went upstairs to her bedroom where we began to slowly help each other off with our school uniforms. That was Frank's idea, one I would never have thought of, and we grinned at each other, licking our lips, miming how we could pole dance, wriggling out bums, and trying to do what we imagined were sexy dances.

It was when we were down to our pants and bras that the jiggling stopped, and we just stood there, looking at each other, anticipation mixed with doubt. I was a stranger here. These two had developed a relationship, one that I would be stupid to butt in on, no matter what they said. I was old enough to know that outside interference would turn out bad. Except they wanted me to be help. And with something very intimate. And emotional.

They must have seen the doubt in my mind, because Frank raised her hand as she would in class. "Phil, you still want to do it? I'm in love with Ben, but I need your help. We need your help. Would it help if is said it could be just like a transaction? That way there'd be no emotional involved. You get paid if you're successful. That's what my dad says, and he's a lawyer." As though that settled it.

My mouth had fallen open again, this time in amazement. She might be plain and tiny, but she was as grown up as anyone I knew. Get Paid? Shit! I wanted to lick her, suck her and bring her to the O, and I wanted them to do it to me. That was something I'd only just realised, but I wanted - no, I expected to do it for love - well, no, not love, but caring.

Ben had a look of amazement on her face as well, as she glanced from one of us to the other. After a moment of silence, none of us quite knowing what to say next, Ben said, "Look, why don't we just do it? See how we feel then?"

Oh Yes. That's what I wanted. I wanted to kiss these girls, stroke their hair, their bodies, lick their skin, suck their clitoris, whisper sexy things, get them to cum, and for them to do the same for me. I went to her and undid her bra, and as it came off I stroke her breasts and whispered, "We're going to do it too, aren't we?" I may not have been with another girl ever before, not even thought about it, but now I did. Very much. I could feel an urge coming up from my groin, sense my nipples had become hard, knew my heart was beating wildly in anticipation.

No wonder Frank loved her. She was so beautiful, so - so lovable. I could easily take her away, I knew, we were far more alike, same age, probably the same background, and we'd like the same things for sure.

She turned towards me and smiled. "Yes we are," she whispered back, put her mouth to mine and kissed me softly.

I wanted to grab her, pull her to me, but Frank was not going to have that.

"Well, are you going to try or not? It's just not fair that you both have the smile, and you said she'd be able to, you said she looked experienced, and I wanted her to, but now, when are we going to start? I mean - this is about me, isn't it?"

Well, it was, really, so I went to her and kissed her, bending down to do so and at the same time unclasped her bra - with nothing much in side it, I could see - and said softly, "Let's get you hot, eh?" As I was pulling her pants down, I felt mine go also, and as I straightened my bra followed. Then we three were standing naked, looking and ogling each other.

"You better fuck me real good!" I blinked as little miss no-smile caressed my boobs as she spoke. Lawyer's daughter, lawyers mouth. My dad didn't like them at all. And I wasn't sure I did either. But, a bargain was a bargain.

"Well, my little fuck-me-good girl, you lie sideways on the bed with your feet in the floor, and we'll see how loud you can scream. OK?" It sounded stupid as I said it. What experience did I have? I'd never made anyone scream. I'd never sucked a girl, seen one nude even, and the only thing i knew for sure was where everything was, and what my mother had taught me. But was I going to chicken out? Never!

I went over to her and looked down. She wasn't pretty, but there was something strong about her that said she would make her way wherever she wanted to go. And she did have boobs. Tiny ones, just starting, little pointed bumps that I leant over and kissed, one after the other. She closed her eyes, so I put my pursed lips on one and sucked. Harder and harder. A few seconds and her eyes flew open.

"That hurts!"

I just grinned and sucked harder.

"Yow. No. Don't." A plea, but I did, going to the other one and doing the same thing, really hard this time, and when I stopped and looked her nipples were standing out like tiny mountains. So I bent down and nibbled one. Yum, it tasted good.

But the reaction was volcanic. A real scream, followed by tears, hands coming to cover the offended area, and a look of disbelief.

I nodded my head, said, "Well, that was a scream all right, and now you have nipples." Turning to Ben I asked, "How do they look to you?"

"Wonderful. Well done, gets a girl looking all grown up, doesn't it?"

So we took one each into our mouths and licked. And sucked gently.

After a moment or two there was a kind of purring coming from her, so we reckoned that was a good sign and proceeded to lick her wherever we could.

Sighs, moans and smiles were the result, so as Ben was chewing on an earlobe I pushed her legs apart and sighed with pleasure at the puffy hairless lips before me. A little drop of dew had oozed out, and I licked it up, lascivious and depraved as I was. It was delicious, so I went looking for more, and found it just inside. Well, that was good enough, so I stuck my tongue in as far as I could and got my reward of nectar. A bee at the flower, I buzzed around, licking and probing, sucking at the opening.

By then my flower was moaning, wriggling, and asking for more, which is what she got, but I soon sensed a plateau had been reached, and it was time for the next adventure. We all know that there's a little meadow near the top of the pubis where a tiny statue to the goddess of love sits. It was this I made for, feeling with my tongue until it was located, then flicking it awake.

The owner of the goddess really awoke then, a twitch, a convulsion, and a trembling with a vocal line to match, which grew wilder when I began to suck that glorious goddess, yet there was still a part of her that was unresponsive - otherwise there would have been the firework display.

'I know what you want,' I thought, and performed the coup de grace (I hoped). The opening, the vulva entrance, the part that could also entrance, was found by my forefinger like a fish to its food. As it entered with a little shiver of delight all my own, a gasp was heard, and when it did its dance of desire, in, out, up, down, faster and faster the gasp turned to a moan, the moan to a harp glissando to the highest note followed by the sigh.

The long, beautiful sigh that told of the dawning of satisfaction, the opening of the door to completion, and the lighting of the Mona Lisa smile. I stopped the pulse slowly, let my mouth move to hers, and gently kissed those now sexy lips.

"Welcome to the world," I whispered.

A tiny smile appeared, then grew to a full blown look of wonder and joy. She opened her eyes and looked at me, their gleam full of happiness.

"Thanks, Phil, I feel sooo good." Looking up at Ben, who had been watching with a delighted smile, she added, "And thank you. You are the most wonderful person in the world. And I love you with all of me. " And she reached out a hand and stroked Ben's arm before closing her eyes and falling asleep.

We watched for a minute, marvelling at serenity that was now adorning her face; even her pimples seemed to have shrunk. Then we looked up at the same time, caught one another's eye, smiled, and moved to the other side of the bed. We didn't say a word, but I lay on my back, legs wide, and Ben got on top of me, bum in my face, hers in my crotch, and we began our own hullo there.

We were about the same height, the same build, and we fitted together like two pieces of a jigsaw. We both knew what to do, we were both totally juiced up, and I'm sure we both experienced the same wonderful rush of heat and emotion. I know I did; her technique was the best , certainly different to Mum's, younger, faster, and so, so sexy, and she tasted of honey, spice and the pheromones of rabid teenage girl. I knew this was going to be just the best sex anyone could have.

It didn't take long before I was bucking, quivering, losing contact with the world - although I knew I was finger fucking her as hard as I could, sucking her clit out of her skin, groaning, and having a really good time. And she was doing the same to me. At one point I felt as though the whole of my reproductive organs were going down her throat, and didn't care.

We came together, pretty well. She rolled off me, crawled up to lie beside me, panting, sweaty, hot, and covered in cum. But then, I was in the same state. We grinned at each other before we kissed, and we did that with both hunger and care. Ben really was beautiful and really nice, and after a while we just lay there, happy and satisfied. My first experience of being with another girl, one I would never forget. Getting Frank to cum didn't count as the first, because I'd not been with her in the same way, but I was now planning on how Ben and I could do this again. And again.

Then Frank walked into our line of sight, grinning at the sight of us. "You didn't waste any time, did you? And you were making so much noise it woke me up, so I went and had a shower." She sat on the edge of the bed, and I noticed her nipples were still engorged, so I began to stroke one.

"Uh!" So Ben reached between her legs and began to probe there. "Uh!" again. A moment later and she said, "I'm a bit sore there." We didn't stop. "But keep doing it. It's like electricity. It's - uh, uh, aahhh, like, eeeaa, h,h,h,h," and her legs were open, I was kissing and biting her neck, Ben's other hand was pulling a nipple, and just two minutes was all it took before she shuddered, let out a moan and collapsed.

We smiled. It was so good. Mona's big O, the one that put the smile on your face.

A few moments later our pupil surfaced, "Oh, fuck, I'm so sore." She said plaintively. "And so happy. Thank you, Phil, you were wonderful." She got up, unsteadily walked to where her school things were, fished inside a pocket, and returned holding something in her hand.

"This is for you. You could not have been better."

She handed it to me, and I took it, not knowing what to expect. A fancy blue envelope, with the word 'Francesca' written on it in purple ink.

"But this is yours?"

"Now it's yours. Go on, open it." Smile.

So I did, cautiously but not expecting the card inside it. No way. A gift certificate for the biggest fashion and department store in town. For a mere $250.

"What?! No way. It's yours. It's - '

"- It's your fee for doing what you promised."

My mouth dropped open, my mind went blank, my tongue refused to untangle even as my head started to go from side to side.

"As we agreed. I always pay my promises. Don't I, Ben?"

Said young lady was clearly embarrassed, but did assent. "Hmm."

"But -"

"Don't be silly. It's yours. I don't need it, I want you to have it, and I might be able to get you some more business. How about that?"

My god! So this was how the daughter of a lawyer thought. Well -

"Well, I suppose - thank you, Frank, it was a pleasure." I could play that game too. So I thought.

Silence followed, a loss for words from Ben and I, the cat smile on Frank's face.

"Let's go get a shower, eh?" A wonderful suggestion from Ben.

I'd never showered with another girl - I'd stood next to one on the showers after sport, but that was well supervised and cold water did not make for long lingering ogling, even if that had been my bag - but now, following her down the hall, watching her bum move, her hips oscillate, her hair gently sway, I began to experience a whole new sensation. Not the impact of an orgasm, the excitement of a great day, but as though my heart had taken on a life of its own, my body had followed, and my mind was being overwhelmed by a hush, a tension, a yearning so strong that I suddenly wanted to cry.

I could not help doing the next thing, as I had no longer had control over my limbs. I reached out a hand and touched her shoulder. She stopped, turned with a smile and raised eyebrows, but did not speak. She would not have had time, anyway, for I had put an arm around her neck, pulled her close, and begun to kiss her. Not passionately, but gently, brushing my lips over hers, then kissing her cheek and her eyes. Then my other arm went around her waist and drew her close before I began to cry. No sound, just great gobs of tears that rolled down my face, a waterfall of feelings that drowned all else from my mind.

Her arms went around me and returned my hug, and so we stood for eternity - or at least until she loosened her hug, drew back a little, put her hand under my chin, lifted my head and said softly, "You OK?"

I nodded, unable to speak, but as her fingers brushed away the tears from my cheeks I wailed - no, whispered, I think - "I love you. Benita, I love you. So much. So much-ch-ch." The tears had started up once more.

"Let's get that shower, eh? Let's see where this takes us." She spoke slowly, a small smile on her face - almost a sad one, I now remember - then took my hand and guided me into the bathroom, turned on the shower, waited and then adjusted the water to the right temperature, stepped inside, pulled me in after her, stood me under the stream of the warm water, and began to soap me.

I still had tears in my eyes, but the water and the comforting hands reduced them to nothing, and it was not long before I was able to push her hair away from her face and stroke her neck.

"Better?"

I nodded slowly. I did feel better, but began to feel really stupid. What had I done? She and Frank were a pair, and I had tried to worm in. It was not what I would have done, not normally, but - well, the sight of her had just been too much. "Oh, Ben, I have been such an idiot, you and Frank and I've- oh, God, what a - "

"Shh... It's all right." She stood up and kissed me.

I think I was near to fainting, but then she sent my blood pressure off the scale as she inserted a finger into my vagina and pumped it in and out.

I began to moan. This was so beautiful, so wonderful. Nothing like it ever before. I spread my legs and she squatted to lick and suck me, to get her mouth on my clit, to tongue it into full erection, to pulse, pulse pulse her way to my climax.

Which came with a rush, a skyrocket of flaming colour and sparkles, and causing me to collapse. No legs, no muscles, just the warm wet floor of the shower, the spray cascading down onto both of us, because she had collapsed with me. She had to; I'd taken her with me.

"I love you too, Phil," she whispered in my ear, and kissed me hard and long.

To be continued.