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HEATHER AND SARAH by Candy Kane
My name is Heather, and my first sexual experience with another person
was with my cousin, Sarah. We lived up north and Sarah came to stay with
us after her up. During a severe blizzard, it was all the
furnace in our house could do to keep up with the cold. Sarah and I shared
a large bedroom upstairs. She was already in bed, and I was moving as fast
as I could to keep warm while I put on my T-shirt. Over-sized football
T-shirts and were what we slept in. Just as I was about to climb
in my bed, Sarah said to get in with her first and she would warm me up.
I turned out the lights and scrambled under the blankets. Sarah rapped
her arms around me and rubbed my back and legs. She said my hands felt
like ice cubes and told me to put them between her legs where she could
warm them. She squeezed them as she vigorously rubbed me all over. Soon I
realized she was pressing her crotch against my hands. This definitely
warmed me up fast. Her right hand moved down my back and around my bottom,
her fingers traced the inside of my crack, pressing my into it.
With our bodies intertwined and the blankets over our heads, I quickly
forgot about the blizzard outside. As Sarah continued to push against my
hands, I realized her crotch was getting wet, not from sweat, but from the
same sticky flow that covered my fingers when I masturbated. She moved in
a slow steady rhythm, squeezing my hands tight. I could feel her breath on
my face, and in the dark our lips touched. The tip of her tongue moved
across my lips gently coaxing them apart. At the same time, her hand was
between my legs and her finger worked its way under the edge of my panties.
My heart pounded, unsure what was happening but not wanting her to stop.
Sarah's tongue was like a feather brushing across my lips. I opened my
mouth and she explored the warmth inside. Then her finger found my slit.
This was the first time anyone had ever touched me there, and it sent a
shudder through me. I opened my legs and she slid her finger inside. I
thought I would faint as a wave of excitement swept over me. Suddenly, my
hand was inside her feeling her soft fur, my fingers searching. I
was eagerly returning her kisses now, our tongues exploring, sharing the
heat of our mouths.
I felt her clitoris, and as I touched it, she quivered and moaned,
spreading her legs for me. My body was wet with sweat, my crotch soaked. I
had smelled my own arousal many times when I fingered myself, but now there
was something new: Sarah's scent drifted up to me. Knowing I made her wet
left me dizzy with excitement.
We were both breathless, our hearts pounding, our bodies wound together
like a knot. We climaxed at the same time, fighting to keep from crying
out and awakening my parents. As I tried to catch my breath, I brought my
hand to my face. It was covered with Sarah's juice, and I touched it to my
lips, tasting another for the first time. It was the most intimate,
sensual feeling I had ever experienced. I was light-headed, scared that it
was only a dream. Tasting her was intoxicating, and I craved her soft
moans in my ears again. What a delicious secret: my cousin who slept in
the same room with me had the power to take me to heaven, and I her.
Rapture washed over me as I thought of all the possibilities. But the best
was yet to come.
Each night, we would wait until we were sure everyone in the house was
asleep. Then, as the wind howled outside, we would be under the covers,
kissing and loving. Sometimes, Sarah would awaken in the middle of the
night, shed her and tiptoe across the room to my bed. While I
slept, she would slip under the covers, her hands finding the warmth
between my legs. Her tongue would move across my nipples making them hard,
and I would wake up with her fingers already inside me, her sweet mouth on
mine. The next morning, I would wonder if it had really happened or had it
just been a delicious dream.
One night as we made love, Sarah took her finger out of me and slid it
into her own wet vagina. Then she touched it to my lips so I could taste
us both. She kissed me and whispered that she wanted to try something new.
I asked what she meant and she said she saw it in a magazine, that I'd
learn soon enough. Sarah liked to suck on my nipples while she fingered
me, but this time she didn't stop at my breasts. She moved her mouth down
my stomach and let the tip of her tongue play with my navel sending shock
waves through me. Then she moved down further, licking my soft hair like a
mother cat. I was already soaked and swollen from our foreplay; my
clitoris was hard and exposed. When her tongue touched it, I saw stars.
She moved around so she could lie between my legs and I quickly wrapped
them around her head to hold her there. I pinched my nipples while Sarah's
tongue went inside me for the first time. As she on my clitoris,
she inserted a finger, then two, then three, driving me to the edge of
orgasm. I couldn't wait to try it on her.
I climaxed as I rocked back and forth, and she reached up and squeezed
my nipples sending me deeper into ecstasy. Then she got on her hands and
knees, crawled up and kissed me hard, her mouth wet with my girl-cum. She
let me kiss and licked it off her lips and cheeks. Next, she swung her leg
over me and moved her ass toward my face until it was only inches away.
Then she lowered her head and ate me with a renewed hunger. I reached up
and pulled her to me, her scent filled my nostrils. My heart raced as I
kissed and licked her. This was beyond my wildest dreams: tasting and
smelling her at the same time made my head spin. My tongue slipped inside,
and her wet sex flowed out. I caressed her bottom and legs, reaching under
to hold her and squeeze her nipples. Then I spread her open with
my fingers and sank my tongue deep inside. We must have climaxed a dozen
times together that night as I realized that I couldn't get enough of
Sarah; I wanted to make love to her forever.
* * *
Sarah's came for her a few months later. The night before she
left, we held each other and cried. I couldn't believe my lover would soon
be gone. I wanted to kill myself but she said that would mean we would
never be together again. On the day she moved away, she gave me a small
box and said to smell what was inside whenever I missed her. Sarah had a
special perfume that I loved and I thought that might be what was in the
box. But that night when I was alone, I opened it to find a pair of her
panties. Holding them to my nose, I realized Sarah had fingered herself
through the material soaking them with a seductive reminder of her arousal.
I kept her under my pillow and breathed in her fragrance each night
while I masturbated.
Over the next year, we spoke on the phone a few times when my would let me call. I told Sarah how I laid awake at night touching myself
and wished it were her between my legs. She told me she dreamed of making
love to me and would wake up breathless, her crotch socking wet. Then our
mothers had a falling out and we were not allowed to call. I did not see
Sarah again for almost 10 years.
Growing up, I lost my virginity to a in my science class.
Throughout high school, I dated a lot of and girls, and thought I'd
fallen in love at least half a dozen times. When I had sex with another
girl, it was always nice but never the same as with Sarah. I knew that she
owned a piece of my heart, a piece I could never give to anyone else.
Two years out of college, I was working in an advertising agency writing
copy for television commercials. As I sat at my desk one day typing away
on my computer, the phone rang.
It took a second before it hit me. I opened my mouth but nothing came
out. My palms turned clammy, my body quivered. The phone almost slipped
from my hand. "Sarah," I said finally, although it was more of a moan than
a word. "Where are you?"
My brain flooded with memories: the padding of her bare feet on the
wooden floor as she came to my bed; the rush of excitement knowing she
would be naked; the heat of her breath on my neck; the tangy scent of her
arousal; the dampness of her bush as she pressed it against my thigh; the
salty taste of her skin. My body went limp and I could not have stood up
if my life had depended on it. I couldn't believe the sudden wave of
erotic emotion that swept through me, the yearning between my legs. She
told me the name of her hotel. "When can I see you?" I asked, hoping no
one in the office noticed my heart pounding against my chest.
"I'm here for you now."
The words blurred my vision. She said her room number and hung up before
I could tell her I was coming.
I told my boss I wasn't feeling well and would like to leave early. I
must have looked a wreck for he didn't hesitate to let me go.
I ran out of the building to my car. Her hotel was only a few miles
away, and when the valet handed me the parking receipt, he must have
thought I was going to faint. My pulse raced, my face was flushed. I
walked across the lobby on shaky legs and pushed the button for her floor.
A moment later I stood in front of her door. With a knot in my stomach and
eyes wide with anticipation, I knocked. The door opened and my sweet,
beautiful Sarah stood there smiling her wicked little grin. Her eyes
gleamed with a secret kept too long. She reached out and took my hand
leading me into the room. When the door closed, she stepped back and let
me look at her. She was tall even in her bare feet. Her body was firm and
her auburn hair flowed down to her shoulders. She wore only a T-shirt,
which immediately brought a smile to my face.
"You took too long," she said, and took me in her arms. What started as
a friendly hug quickly turned into groping as her mouth found mine, her
hands frantically working to undress me. I covered her face and neck with
kisses as she stripped me down to bra and panties. She looked down at my
black silk panties, the front soaked and glistening. "You're already wet."
she said, and knelt in front of me. With her face only inches away, she
gently slid my down my legs. I stepped out of them and Sarah
brought them up to her face, cupping the delicate material over her nose
and breathing in deeply.
"You smell so good," she said, "just like I remember." Then, with her
eyes locked on mine, she slowly licked the sticky girl-cum off the inside
of the crotch. As I watched this incredibly sensual act, I became dizzy
and had to fight to keep from falling. Finally, she leaned forward and
gave my the softest, most tender kiss. Sarah stood and reached
behind me to undo my bra, whispering, "If I don't have you in the next
thirty seconds, I'm going to explode."
"Then hurry," I said, feeling moisture drip down the inside of my legs.
My bra dropped to the floor and she lead me toward the bed, our mouths
trying to taste as much of each other along the way as we could. I slipped
her T-shirt over her head and she dropped back on the bed, pulling me down
on her. Her body felt wonderful under me, her legs wrapping around me like
she would never let go. Suddenly, she stopped kissing me and looked deep
into my eyes. "I've wanted you a million times every day."
"Then stop counting." I brushed the hair from her face. "I'm here, and
She rolled me over and her lips found my nipples. From one to the
other, she frantically tried to make up for ten years of unquenched desire.
Soon, she worked her way down between my legs and drank the love juice that
flowed from me like she was dying of thirst. I lay back and let her make
love to me knowing my turn would come soon, I would have her completely.
And I did. Through the afternoon and late into the night, we rediscovered
all the things that had pleased us so long ago and quickly found a whole
new world of pleasures learned in the time since.
"I won't let you go this time," I said as we lay beside each other, my
fingers softly tracing her and nipples.
"You won't have to. I've tried to forget you, tried to live without
you, but nothing worked. No matter what I do, I always imagine what it
would be like with you. I finally realized I was a fool to go on without
the one thing in the world I needed most. Heather, I need you more than
I raised up on one elbow and touched her face. In the soft light coming
through the window, I saw a tear form at the edge of her eye. I kissed the
salty drop away and said, "I love you forever."
"Not long enough," she whispered, and turned her face to find my mouth.
We were both crying now with tears of joy. We had professed our love at
last and I realized I wanted her even more. We made love again with a
passion that had burned inside us for over ten years. This time nothing
would separate us. This time we would be together forever.
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