Unfinished #2: Melanie

by Tia G

I dunno what made me what I become today, a lesbian. As far as I could remember, I always preferred girls to boys. I wasn't running after boys during interclass, always girls. And I was always been the chief among my friends. I realized later I chosen them among the type of kids who followed orders, the ones who'd give you candies and sweet things just because they craved to be loved.

My first kiss on the mouth was with Melanie in kindergarten, we were around five. We often met in a quiet hidden place I found where we could explore our mutual curiosity. I was the one who started all. I told her to show me her cunny and Melanie just did. She grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it up, blushing lightly. I urged her to push aside her pink cotton panties, her face turned red but she was eager to please me. Her fingers hooked under the leg hole of her panties and slowly exposed her pale little cunny in front of my very eyes.

Her skin was white pink and seemed so soft, her little vulva was really pretty, very appealing. I had to swallow my saliva to prevent drooling stupidly in front of such a beauty. Melanie made satisfied sounds as I complimented her and told her how nice she was downthere.

I stared her bare pussy all along the playtime telling her how beautiful she was. She smiled blushing with delight.

I enjoyed doing dirty things with her. I knelt right next to her and watched carefully her bare cunny. Soon, I was bold enough to poke it then to touch her and examine her cunny better. She almost freaked out the first time I slid a finger in her slit then spreading it to see inside better. She often claimed I was really a dirty girl touching her privates such a lewd way but she always came back for more and let me do whatever I wanted to.

She did anything I asked. Once, I told her to pee in front of me and she did it. Reluctantly but she did it. Actually, she refused it first, saying it was really nasty. I convinced her I'd love her even more than before if she would do it for me. I watched in awe the first hesitant streams, then the powerful torrent of yellowish urine, the last blasts to empty her bladder then the few drops falling down or sliding under her bumbum. She moaned pleasantly as I wiped her puffy vulva with a tissue.

After a while, she craved for the attention I was giving her. She didn't have to be told to push her panties down, she did it on her own. Later, she just asked me if I wanted to see her pee and did it willingly, like it was the most natural thing to do. I loved watching the yellowish stream coming out from the slit of her puffy vulva.

One day, she asked me if I wanted to see her pee and I told her I didn't. She got shocked and looked obviously disappointed. She looked really sad with tears in her eyes. I added I didn't want to see her but I wanted her to pee without squatting or removing her panties. I never thought she'd dare to do it but she did. She pulled up the hem of her skirt and spread her legs. I watched her panties getting wet.

The drenched material getting wider. Then the pee came through her panties splashing on the ground. I liked to see her pee sliding on the inner sides of her legs down to her socks better.

It was the first time I felt my cunny itching that much. I told Melanie to take off her panties. I grabbed them and wiped her crotch with it. She jumped at the first touch. I told her to stand still. I watched her face carefully as I rubbed her cunny. The bell rang. I held her panties under my nose and said she smelled good. I put it on her face so she also can take a good breath. I kept her panties with me, at her disbelief. I teased her the rest of the day asking her if she felt good with her bare butt or if she liked her feet wet with her pee inside her shoes.

As I often talked about her to my mom and she about me to hers. They knew we were good friends so our moms managed for us to spend some times together during afternoons when one of them got busy. It was often my slutty mom who dropped me at Melanie's mother house. Her mom left us alone playing for hours without even coming in her room to see what was going on. My friend was my very obeying servant when we spent time together. I got her take off her panties first then holding the hem of her skirts high for a long time. I usually commented how pretty her cunny was.

She had to do chores for me, brushing my hair nicely, bringing me drinks, wiping me after a pee. On the opposite, Melanie didn't have lot of right. She might pee but only if I told her so and she wasn't allowed to wipe downthere. Many times, I teased her until she couldn't wait anymore.

Once, I made her bend over and she had to hold her own ankles after a pee. Her skirt was pushed up, falling down her chest. I was savouring the sight of her wonderful yummy crotch glistening with pee. I was lightly rubbing her pantie over the wet areas as I felt somebody looking at us. We got caught. Her mom was watching us from the open door, I froze. Unaware of her presence's mom staring at her naked little snatch, her face covered with her skirt, Melanie asked me to resume touching her so nicely.

I then smacked her ass, telling she was a bad bad girl to show her pussy -a word I heard from taller girls- to her friend like this.

Melanie pretended to struggle but it was obvious she didn't been hurt in any way. I smacked the other cheek and began to felt her bumbum up.

I asked her if she wanted her mommy to spank her nice butt too. She confessed she'd like it if she would rub her bottom as well like I was doing. I looked back after a while but her mom had vanished. She didn't say a word about it. She let us play after that. She gave us eyes more often and she had many opportunities to see her daughter's undressed body used as my will.

At my home, things weren't very different. My mom left us alone most of the time. She even left the house from time to time. On those special opportunities, I allowed Melanie to watch my own pussy. I found out what she might feel when I was watching her. Well, I wasn't as embarrassed as she was but her nice comments made me feel nice and warm all over. Then she asked me if she could touch me downthere, I told her she could. She poked me softly and hesitantly first. Then she got bit bolder and rubbed it gently. I understood why Melanie came for more, it felt more than nice. But I wanted her to worship my pussy, I wanted more. I told her to kiss it all over. She refused and, I dunno where it came from, but I slapped her face right away. Melanie looked at me shocked, holding her burning cheek.

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