Chelsea's Story - My Diary, Chapter 4

by Tekoleslita

Tracy couldn't believe that she was actually seducing a 10 year old girl. She liked girls and girl sex but until today she really didn't know she liked little girls. Or, maybe she was only now admitting it. She was feeling as giddy as a schoolgirl. She chuckled at the irony.

She had been scared to do her "strip tease" in front of Chelsea. It also excited her. The look on her face when she realized she was wearing a thong, it was a picture she would never forget! Watching Chelsea proved that she could actually act on her pedophilic impulses and roil in the liberating feelings that enveloped her. It was like massaging body lotion all over herself, down her arms, holding and kneading her baby breasts, slipping down over her hips and onto her belly, down along the V of her pussy, holding, squeezing her butt cheeks, slipping her finger into her butt hole, stroking her thighs and sweeping down then up her legs. God, it was delicious. And, she was as turned on as she had ever been. No, she had never been as turned on as she was now. The wetness in her pussy lubricated her stride.

Tracy really didn't know just what was going to happen. Really, how it would all happen. What she did know was that soon she would be holding her 10-year-old girlfriend in her arms. She would have her lying on her body, their arms holding each other, luxuriating in the warmth of her little body...

When she was a junior at Versa Methodist College, down in southwest Virginia, in the Blue Ridge Mountains, she had her first real girl-on- girl experience. Her preference for girls was strong but her fear of it was stronger. She was just putting the last of her stuff into her dorm dresser when rustling announced that someone was coming into the room. She turned to be greeted by a stunning smile and white teeth that would make a face model feel inadequate.

"Hi! You Tracy?"

It was a dumb question: either the girl didn't know where she was or thought someone else was going to be her roommate. Tracy smiled back and said she was.

"My name Jenny. Jenny Wassermann."

"Hi Jenny. You need some help there?"

"Yeah, I think I do" she giggled.

As the afternoon turned into evening, Jenny Wassermann showed herself to be bright, vivacious and – God – sexy. She was small, had long blond hair and piercingly brilliant blue eyes. She wasn't wearing any make up, just a pair of baggy shorts, sandals and a faded T-shirt with the Epcot Center geodesic sphere on the front. If you didn't know better you'd think she wasn't a day over 14.

After unpacking, they walked over to the student union for dinner and continued to share their politics and life stories with one another. By the time they finished, a bond had formed. Back at the dorm, Jenny locked the door and sat down, cross-legged, facing the foot of her bed. She patted the bed in front of her and told Tracy to come on over and sit down with her.

"I think we have a lot more to talk about, don't you?"

Tracy nodded and pulled off her sweat pants and sweatshirt. She wore a T-shirt and shorts that had definitely seen better days. She kicked off her gators and joined her new friend on her bed. They sat face-to- face, knee-to-knee. Music, movies, books, teams, 'puter games. Perhaps it was the anxiety of meeting a new person and the prospect of living with that person that enabled their gabfest to go on. Laughs, giggles, dirty jokes, cell phones, sexting. Nothing, it seemed, was off limits.

Tracy adjusted herself when her knees brushed up against Jenny's. That brief instant brought everything to a momentary halt. The two girls just looked at one another.

Tracy took a deep breath. She might be wrong but unless she found out, she would wind up feeling really stressed and off track. This would be huge; she had never disclosed to anyone that she liked girls. It was terrifying. Maybe her hiking on the nearby Appalachian Trail over the summer had given her a new level of self-confidence and courage.

"Jen – ah – have you noticed that the one thing we haven't talked about is our love lives? You know, boy friends and all?"

Jenny stopped short. She looked down to her lap. She was quiet. She felt a cramp in her leg and pulled it out of the knot they were in and stretched it out and pointed her toes. Without thinking, Tracy put her hands around the tiny foot and held it up. Then she laid it down in her lap; she stroked it and began rubbing her toes.

"Yeah. I noticed." She paused, wrinkled her brow then looked up at Tracy. She slowly began to smile. She leaned back on her hands. "Could it be that we don't have boyfriends?"

Tracy watched as Jenny unfolded her right leg, stretched it, again pointing her toes. Tracy reached out and took her other foot and placed it on her lap, massaging it as she had her left. Jen sat there with her slim, short legs spread wide. Her baggy shorts bloused out fell away from her crotch. She wasn't wearing any underpants. And, she had no hair that Tracy could see. It took her breath away. The faux 14 year old was grinning mischievously, looking cute and coy. Tracy began to slide her soft hands up those little legs, over her knees and, as she leaned forward, began to stroke the inside of her thighs.

Jenny took a quick breath, closed her eyes and threw her head back and softly moaned. Tracy could see Jenny's little breast buds pushing up tenting her T-shirt. As Tracy continued her ministrations, Jenny's breathing became more labored and her moaning came from deep within her.

When Tracy stopped to unfold her own legs, Jenny's eyes flew open. "Whaaa...? Please, don't stop" she implored.

"I need to stretch my legs out, too. Just a moment." She placed Jenny's legs on either side of her.

This exposed Jenny's little girl cunt even more. Tracy could see the moisture collecting in little drops on Jenny's labia.

Jenny watched as Tracy stretched her longer legs out. She draped them over her own wide-spread thighs. She could see Tracy's cunt, the shorts blousing out from her crotch. Jenny took another quick breath: Tracy was shaved, bald, like she was. Tracy's slightly larger breasts pressed up into her T-shirt. Her nipples were definitely hard.

"Tracy, have you ever done this? With a girl, I mean."

Blushing, Tracy shook her head back and fourth a couple of times. "Have you?"

"Yes. I've had a couple of girlfriends. I was even in love with one of them. It was when I was in high school." She paused. "I haven't done anything since I came here. Seems to me that gay love is not tolerated very much. I mean, I've seen some really pretty girls ... I wouldn't throw them out of bed. Hmmmm. Maybe I would. More room there." She giggled. "But, I just haven't felt comfortable, safe ... you know?"

"Do you feel comfortable with me?"

"That's a dumb question, girl. At this point isn't it a bit late for that question? I mean, what's happening between us ..." Jenny's voice trailed off. "Yes, Trace, I feel comfortable with you. I trust you. And, I like you. A lot, now." Jenny's smile was heart breaking. It was tender and wistful, her eyes pleading with Tracy not to break the moment, to hold tight to it, love it and nurture it.

Tracy, with her newfound sense of empowerment, reached out to her new girlfriend. She scooted up closer to Jenny, between her legs and took her face in her hands. Trembling, she brought her face to her and gently put her lips on Jenny's. Each of them closed their eyes and hummed and purred.

They untangled from each other. Jenny reached up and turned off her desk lamp. The room was black, no light at all. In a sexually charged game of blind man's bluff the two girls began exploring each other. Their shirts came off. So did their shorts. Hands madly roaming over each other, fingers caressing nipples and feeling tummies and thighs. And, lips crushing one another, tongues dancing in and out and around each other's mouth. Lying next to each other, pressing their cunts against each other's, squeezing ass cheeks. And finally, fingers and hands exploring hot, wet cunts.

Little Jenny, so like a 14 year old, began kissing and licking Tracy's ear, neck, breast; she found Tracy's nipples and sucked, hard, chewing on her nubbins, feeling her puffy breasts swell with excitement and passion.

Jenny put her hand flat on Tracy's chest and firmly pushed her onto her back. She continued her journey down Tracy's body; greedily licking her belly, driving her tongue into her belly button, down further to her mons. It was so smooth – no hair. She deliberately avoided direct contact with her cunny and her slit. Instead, she kissed and licked down Tracy's legs, down her shins, her ankles, down her feet and began hungrily sucking her toes.

Tracy had grabbed a handful of sheets on either side of her, clutching and pulling on them in the passionate torment of sexual abandon. She growled like a lioness, deep in her throat, arching her back and thrusting her breasts into the air, her head whipping back and fourth, her eyes closed and her breath coming in stuttering bursts. She was so deeply into her never before experienced lust she couldn't think.

Then, Jenny began to move, turning herself around so that her narrow but strong teen thighs made a bridge over Tracy's head. Startled, Tracy could feel the damp heat and smell the aroma of Jenny's cunt. Just as it met her lips, Jenny kissed her own pussy, her lips. She performed a deep French kiss, driving her tongue as far in as she could. Jenny loved the taste and the aroma of Tracy's pussy. And the fact that it was bald almost brought her to tears.

Tracy had always fantasized about a moment like this. She opened her mouth and took Jenny's cunt into her mouth and she sucked as much of her out as she could. She tasted so good. Jenny ground her cunt into Tracy's eager mouth. And, Tracy found the soft fleshy hood that protected Jenny's clitty. She licked, sucked and finally, tentatively began to use her teeth on it. Jenny tensed up and uttered a low scream, arched her back and pressed her hips down onto that wonderful, loving mouth.

Jenny mirrored Tracy's actions, licked, sucked and began gently but firmly chewing on Tracy's clitty. Neither of them could get enough of the other. Their starved need for another woman to help them reach a passion filled orgasm was being met. Their twisting, writhing and desperate clutching of one another was coming to a peek. Their noises were becoming louder. It was almost impossible to squelch them. Suddenly, they both went rigid and began to quiver and shake, their legs straight as 2 by 4s, toes clutching the air.

Then, Tracy felt Jenny's cunt get wetter. Not just wetter. Liquid began to spill into her mouth, squirt into her mouth, fill her cheeks. It happened so fast, so unexpectedly that she began to choke. But, she was able to contain her urge to gag. She began to swirl it around in her mouth, with her tongue. More hot liquid dribbled over face, her eyes. Jenny had cum on her. Really cum. She tasted the smooth liquid and took a quick swallow. No gagging. She swallowed more. One gulp and then another until it was all in her belly.

Jenny quickly turned around to face Tracy. She reached up and fumbled for her desk lamp and turned it on. Tracy was drenched. But she was smiling. Jenny dropped her head onto Tracy's breast and cuddled into and hugged her new girlfriend.

"That has only happened a couple of times. I don't know when its going to happen. It just does. I hope that it didn't gross you out or anything. I would be devastated if you felt that way. I don't want to lose you. I am thinking of you as the older sister I never had. I guess I still think of myself as a kid.... Shit, what am I saying? Just rattling on and on."

Tracy put her hand gently on Jenny's head and stroked her long blond hair, spreading her fingers like a brush.

"Jenny. Jenny. You have no idea what this means for me. You are wonderful. I couldn't ask for a better teacher. You are exciting. You are tender...and, a little bit tough. I like that. And, your cum. Yeah, it was a huge surprise to me. But I loved it. Now that I know about you I will be prepared for you. And, I will feel cheated if I don't get to swallow you." She giggled.

"I am soooo glad. Like I said I don't cum like that all the time. But, I bet with practice I can do it more..." She was grinning.