The Mona Lisa Smile, Part 2

by LesLuv

I had a problem. What on earth was I going to do with a gift voucher for $250? Sure, I could go to the store and use it, but then? Hide what I'd bought? No, I decided that whatever I did I would have to confide in my mother, although what she'd say when I did was just as big a problem. I could tear it up or give it to someone else, but it was mine, I wanted to see the result of my first job. Holy mackerel, I had earned my first real money. And with real enjoyment. No - with real wet enjoyment. I was still tingling down there, I reckoned I could feel my clit poking out of its hood, and all I would have to do was touch it and I'd be off. Thank god I was young or I'd have had a heart attack on the spot. My smile was so cheesy it could have been eaten.

I took the voucher out of my pocket and looked at it as I walked home, a good thirty minutes from Ben's. Yes, it was real. Mum would be - I didn't know what, but I just had to tell her - but, in the end, I didn't. When I walked in the door she was so all over me wanting to know all about the visit to my new friend's that thoughts of confession went out the window. I made goody-good replies, and begged off going for a 'quick nap' - her euphemism for what I'd been doing that afternoon - but with her. I could not bring myself to do that, not again. She was understanding, but very moral and upright in her own way, and I knew she would be aghast at what I had done, but I wouldn't do it with her again. Ben and Frank sure, but - well, they were my age, and Ben - well she was in my mind all through dinner.

Sometimes, though, fate takes a hand. I was just finishing up when the phone rang. Mum answered it, as she usually did, because it was probably dad ringing from some place he'd arrived at, but no, it was for me.

"Some girl called Frank," She said with a bit of a grin. "Is that the girl you were with today?"

I nodded, grabbed the phone and raced to my room, but knowing my flaming cheeks would have given the game away. I hadn't given either of them my phone number, and I knew I was going to be in real trouble over this. I was so angry that I snapped in a whisper, "Why are you ringing me at home? My god, I've - "

But she butted in. " - Hey, Phil, sorry, but I've got something real important to tell you. Well, ask you, and it can't wait. My sister wants to meet you. Soon, you know, about you know what. I said -"

" - How did you get this number?" I hissed

"You're in the phone book, silly. But she wants you to come to her place tomorrow, with me, of course, and it's worth a lot to her." Giggle. "And to you as well."

My mind had gone blank. The best I could do was a quavering "Err...."

"So can you organise that with you mother? She runs her own business, and says you might be able to help her with things. That'd be your chance to make it all kosher, and I know about some problems you might have otherwise. She lives near you too, so four tomorrow? Her name's Chiara - Italian for Charlie - and you can't let me down, Phil, you are just so wonderful. I've been in the air all day. I'm still sore, and love it."

She'd said all that in a rush, and I still couldn't speak, so she added, "Capice? See you at school, tell you more then, I gotta go. Bye."

Oh my god. I flopped down on my bed, mouth open, trying to get my head around that call. But the longer I did nothing the harder the grilling would be. So I went to the bathroom, showered, got into my PJ's, got my maths book and pad, and went back to the kitchen. Cool, so cool.

"What's she like? Is she in the same grade? How old is she?" And the third degree went on until I sighed.

"Look, Mum, I have this homework, she's very nice, and she wants me to go to see her sister about doing some drawings for her. She has her own business, and might be able to use some of my things. So, tomorrow, Frank and I are going there to find out about it. OK?" I knew I sounded like an impossible teen, but I wasn't. Net yet.

"Oh - well, that's - um - nice, I guess. I just wish - oh hell, you get on with your stuff." Mothers. Yeah.

I got to school early the next day, hoping to catch Frank and ask her what was going on, but it was Ben who saw me first. She crept up behind me and put a hand over my eyes.

"Hullo, sexy," she whispered in my ear, in a pretend deep male voice.

I started to giggle, and could hardly stop myself from standing up and burying my tongue in her mouth as I stuck my hand up her skirt, but you just cannot do that with a thousand other eyes watching. They'd want to join in.

I turned and looked at her. She was so beautiful, so - well, there are just no words for her. If she was a magnet, I was the opposite pole. The pull was so strong I wanted to join with her and never be parted.

After a thousand year second she said, smiling the Mona, she said, "You are so beautiful. The moment I set eyes on you I could think of nothing else. When Frank confided in me - we know each other anyway, and I'm - well, you know, wanting orgasms all the time, I showed her what to do, and she couldn't, so I pretended I couldn't either - to her - because I thought up my little plan to get you. And it worked. I think. It did. Didn't it?"

I was about to grin, but teased her by putting a totally bored expression on my face. "Don't know where you got that idea. I mean, you're nice and all that, but - " but I couldn't keep it up, and started to laugh. "Oh, Ben, oh- ahh - I love you." And tears began to roll down my cheeks. Again. Then I was laughing, rolling around on the grass, unable to stop. I knew what deliriously happy meant.

Poor Ben had to laugh as well, but she was a bit more controlled and helped me stand, making kissy pouts - the only acceptable kissing allowed in public - wiping my eyes with her tissues, and telling me we had better get to class. Which, somehow, I did.

I didn't see Frank until lunchtime, and then only briefly. She told me she'd see me at her sisters, who was lots older, but really nice, and that was that. Ben and I had a long moony conversation about us, our families, our chances of getting together, and trying to find a safe place we could make love. Well, that's what she said it was called, but I thought it only applied when boys were doing the making.

"I only want to suck your clit, and your juices, and - and - you know," I said, licking my lips. "No dicks in sight."

She grinned, said, "So how big IS your clit? That might qualify," then said, "Oh damn. I forgot to give you this." Our came a piece of paper which I took and read. The name and address of Frank's sister.

"Hey - how come you have it? It's Frank's sister, why not -"

"- Because she's being careful. She and I live next to each other. Some of the kids think we're getting off together - can't imagine why - but we come to school together, and she doesn't want to be seen handing things to someone not in her circle. Yesterday was different. You and I could be friends, and you had to meet my friend so - see?"

"Sure." I did, too. "Are you coming as well, this afternoon?"

"No way. I won't tell you now, but call me later. It'll be a bit of a surprise." Raised eyebrows, cheeky grin, a 'you know what' grin.

I tried to get her to tell me about this new girl, Chiara, but she just grinned, and said instead, "Yesterday was so wonderful. I cannot stop thinking about it. You were stunning, Frank didn't come down to earth until her mother threw a glass of water at her. I didn't wash my hands until dinner, and dad thought I'd finally got a boyfriend."

I sure found out what she meant when I arrived at the address. Frank had not come, no word from her at all, but I knew the street, found the house, rang the bell, and was greeted by a dark-haired lady about - well, into her late thirties at least. That was strange, but, full of courage, introduced myself and asked if Chiara was home.

Big, big smile. "So you're Phil? Come in. You're every bit as beautiful as Francesca said." She put her hand on my arm, drew me inside, adding "I'm Chiara. Charley, they call me, eldest sister." Seeing my look of surprise - I was actually dumbfounded - she went on, "There's eight of us. Frank's the youngest. She says you can help me - all the girls in our family seem to need some of that in a certain department, and as Frank has probably told you, I was more than reconciled to never having an orgasm, but her reaction, and her description of hers was so wonderful that I decided I should try also. So, believe me, it's really nice to meet you. It is all right, I hope?"

I felt myself take a deep breath, a swallow of saliva, and could not hide my embarrassed red blush. She could be as old as my mother. I wanted to, oh, - but my thought was interrupt[ted by her voice.

"I'm not sure what Frank told you, but I am prepared to pay you, which is only right. Would this be ok? I will give you $100 just for coming, and if you can do what you did for Frank, another $500. Would that be acceptable?"

Oh my god! My heart felt as though it was going to emerge from my throat. She was waiting, smiling, expectant, and for the first time I really looked at her. Well built, nice figure, dark short cut hair, and lovely clothes. No rings, diamond studs, nice gold necklace. Beautiful voice, olive satin skin.

I could only nod my head. Speech was beyond me, but I had already cast aside my shock, my doubts, and although it was a lot of money, I felt that if I could help her, it would be worth doing. The thought in my head was 'Poor woman. How could she go through life without an orgasm? It was just too bad.'

Then I smiled. I suddenly felt good. "It's nice to meet you, Charlie. Where do we go?" and I took her head in my hands and kissed her. Long soft, then harder. She tasted nice, and smelt nice.

"Ah..." she sighed. "God, I needed that. Come with me." She stroked my cheek, looking greedy, took my hand and led me upstairs. "Fuck, I'm wet already. You got me tingling. I never thought of a girl before. Being with one, I mean. Does - no, your mother couldn't know, could she? Not that I care. I'm hardly going to tell anyone."

We'd got to the top of the stairs by then , and started along a corridor. As we passed an open door I stopped, disbelieving my eyes. What on earth? "You have children?" I could not keep the shock from my voice.

"Eh? Sure, a boy and a girl, six and four." She looked at me, grinning. "You got siblings?"

"N-no." I was stuttering. This put a different idea onto what I'd been going to do. A married woman, a mother?

"Don't worry, they're not here, they're at Mum's."

"But - what about your husband?"

"Oh, him? Long gone. What a prick he was. Good genes, though. We're alone, don?t worry, make all the noise we like."

She'd not seen my panic, so another deep breath and I followed her into her bedroom.

"Put your things on that chair."

I watched as she undressed. Tiny boobs, thin but athletic looking body, . Nice perfume. I began to undress, but when she pushed her panties down I was stopped by the sight of her groin. Not a trace of hair. I knew this was done by many women and girls, but had never seen it before. It looked - funny, in a way, not natural, but, well, it might make it -

"Like it?" She'd seen my gaze. "Had it done specially for you. Thought it would be easier - if you'd seen the mass of tangled hair there you'd know."

I was still taking it in when she added, "Well, I'm trying anything to make this successful. How do I know what I've been missing? But Frank - well, she was out of this present world, and that smile - I want some of that. So - the razor." Well, that was all right. "You're beautiful, you know. So fresh. Young, innocent."

She came over and undid my bra, brushing her cheek against mine as she did so. I could feel her heart beating, a quick pulse of expectation, and when she took it off she stepped back and looked at my boobs.

"Oh, my, they are so beautiful. Just like the rest of you. I wish - no, I just want -" and she began to stroke them, the left one and then the right, then leant down and began to suck on each nipple in turn.

This is one of the things I like most of all, and I felt a shiver run down my body, my nipples get erect, and my breathing become a panting. "Uh - h-h- ahhhh- "

" Oh god, quick. Do it! You look like - the one. GET ME OFF! Oh, fuck, how long I've waited for this." She grabbed me around the neck and pulled me on top of her as she fell back onto the bed., opened he legs, and pushed me toward her crotch.

Well, she may never have experienced an orgasm, but she sure was dripping with lovely cunt juice. I pulled her lips apart, licked furiously, stuck my tongue into the opening as far as I could, withdrew it and put my mouth over the area. Sucking is natural, it's what we have throat muscles for; her entrance was no bigger than my mother's, and I'd had lots of practice with hers, and that, they say, makes perfect.

It must have been good, because there was a shriek from the bed and as I repeated the manoeuvre a groan and a muffled, "Fuck!" Her body began twitching, and more as a break from the mouth exercise than anything else, I ran my tongue up her tummy, grabbed a nipple between my teeth and sucked until it was big enough to bite.

Which I did, so hard I thought I'd drawn blood. The scream that followed that was not of pleasure, more a howl of pain, so I licked around the aureole - no blood, not even teeth marks - before I lifted myself up and looked at her.

"Hey, Charlie," I said with a grin, "How you feeling?"

She opened her eyes and took a deep breath. "Wonderful." A long sigh. "What a girl."

Good.

Back down to the pubes, this time to the goddess . I know where the clitoris is. I'm sure it's in about the same place for everyone, but even my sensitive tongue could not detect the tiniest mound. 'No wonder she's got a problem' flashed into my mind, but good fairy that I was, that was not going to stop me. Or of getting a bonus. So I licked and sucked right around the area, and felt the high ebb away from my client - for, I realised then, that is what she was. Oh boy. Not yet thirteen and I was in business!

So. No clit. I'd read about the G spot, still had no idea what it was, but it might be the place to be. Back to the labia, back to the vaginal entrance, fingers in, mouth at the ready. This brought a moan and plea: "More"

So more I gave. Two fingers became three. "More." Three became five, and my speed increased .

And, amazingly - it was by accident, I swear - my whole hand disappeared inside her.

"YESSSS!" That was roar.

Oh. Pistoning in and out, I was soon in up to my wrist. Another thought: God, her vagina is big.

Another roar. "More!!"

How, I wondered? Search for her fallopian tubes?

In the end - all of one minute - I went back to the top of the labia, where Mona was supposed to be. And now, unbelievably, she was. Small, but protruding. My tongue began dancing, my lips pursed, and I sucked. Hard as I have ever done.. Pistoning. Sucking, pistoning - That Clever Clitoris!

The scream was all in one. Exultant, passionate, full of joy. No gentle breezes, this was a full blown gale. It roiled on, finally running out of puff with the longest sigh I have ever heard. My hand - no, my arm - had been withdrawn, with a new sound for my memory - a distinct pop, like a giant kiss, and covered in - cum? I didn't know, didn't care. I went sideways, onto the bed, and began to move up to kiss her when I felt my pants being taken down, my stockings pushed away (yes, us schoolgirls had to wear grey stockings), and a hand creeping up my body.

I was so surprised I let out a yelp, but continued sliding up the sheets because I knew Frank had come in, and with all the noise I had not heard her.

I kissed my lady, put my tongue inside her mouth, took it out, whispered, "Hi, Charlie, welcome to the real world."

Her arm went around my neck, drew me closer, and kissed me so hard I was bruised for days.

Then she said softly," I have never felt anything like that before. My god, Phil, you are so wonderful. So, so good." She kissed me gently, and as I began to stroke her face I felt a sudden jolt as my legs were pushed apart and a pair of sparking lips kissed my cunt.

I would have sat up, had I been able, but compromised by opening my legs wider and lifting my bum from the bed. I'd had no orgasm yet, and here it was , what - after five p.m. - and I needed one like a plant needs water. And was I wet! Orgasms are titillating, lovely sexy things when you see someone else having one, and I'd not only seen and heard one - a first one at that - but I'd been the deliverer.

Whatever young Frank did, it was enough. Finger inside, mouth en song, tongue as vibrator, and, to cap it all, my new lady had the wit to suck my boobs and return the bite. That was enough. I'm normally randy, but that - well, only those who have experienced it - you, no doubt - could enter into my brain and nod in agreement. I love it.

Isn't it the very best thing a girl can have?

Frank demanded a replay for herself, got it courtesy me and Charlie, and Frank, lovely girl that she is, says she loves me, wants me every day, and that's a future problem. But I got my money, a shower, a ride home, a promise of more opportunities, and a demand for repeats. Phew. I might have wanted to be a landscape gardener, but the landscape changed dramatically yesterday, and I would have needed a spade and fork to to that scaping. Not now. I carried my tools of trade with me.