XO Erotica

Coming of Age
Part-3-of-3
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How long we sat like this I neither remember nor care, it could have lasted forever and I would have been happy. Eventually Madison shifted just a little, and raising the leg farthest from me, placing her foot at the edge of the table she rubbed her leg as if to relieve an itch. As she did so her skirt cascaded down her leg coming to rest at her waist. As I watch in fascination, the hand that she’d been rubbing her leg with changed its tempo and touch, becoming more a light grazing of her flesh with fingertips. Her fingers continued to caress, gently and slowly exploring, straying ever closer to the skirt that lay piled in her lap. As I watched transfixed, her hand settled into a slow rhythmic massage at the juncture of her thighs. Gentle sighs escaped her lips as her hips began to move ever so slightly. Raising her skirt further up her waist, Madison exposed her full blond bush to my gaze. Her hand was quick to return to the ministrations she gave herself. As I watched her fingers disappeared into where I knew heavenly sensations lie waiting.

As Madison continued her own journey, I slowly became aware of her free hand lazily drawing unseen images on my own thigh. Light as a feather, tender and inviting her hand gently drifted upward eventually grazing the same regions I had earlier explored myself. This time it was I that raised the skirt for her, as I did so my legs drifted apart, surrendering to the touch I craved. Again as fingers caressed the satiny folds of my passion I lost track of all else. While little different than what I had done myself numerous times, this was far better. I discovered my left hand had taken on a mind of its own as it lay on her stomach, my fingers had crept down and were gently combing the curly hairs above where she played. It was her hand that joined mine, fingers interlaced, together we caressed the mound above where Venus awaits. She led me towards her passion as her silky flesh yielded to my touch. As my finger grazed her button a delicious moan found my ear. This was far better than anything I had ever imagined. Not only was I receiving the attention I had learned to love, but also I was giving the same in return.

After what could have been hours, but was probably mere moments, Madison turned towards me and placing a hand against my cheek, she lowered her lips to mine. As our lips touched, she shared with me my first kiss, long and lingering. Drifting away until our lips were mere inches apart I opened my eyes to a loving gaze as she whispered, “There’s a better way, come with me.”

Rising together, she took my hand and led me to her bedroom. With the flick of a switch a soft red glow filed the room. I had seen these two lights many times before perched atop either nightstand, but until now, had never appreciated the effect they gave. At the edge of her bed we stopped and she drew me near, embracing once again in a kiss as hands flowed along my back. Stepping back she unbuttoned her blouse, letting it drift off her arms to the floor. Next came her bra, which unceremoniously joined her blouse on the floor. Finally unsnapping her skirt, Madison slowly lowered it as far as her arms reached, then almost unnoticed, releasing it to join the other clothes already on the floor. Before me, in all her natural glory, stood the woman I loved. The eyes that never had looked down on me, the smile that was as much a part of her as her hair, the lips I had moments before tasted. The breasts I envied standing firm and proud and below that the soft tuft of blond hair hiding the passion I had so recently explored.

Drawing near once again, her arms engulfed me, my arms instinctively raised as my sweater was swept over my head. When Madison began to fold my sweater rather than cast it aside, my response was to take it from her hands and set it adrift to join those items already at her feet. This time it was I that moved to her, embracing and turning as we tumbled onto her bed. Our kiss became more urgent as hands trailed endlessly over soft warm flesh. I felt the grateful release of pressure at my chest as my bra fell slack; her hands ever so slowly drew it from my body until it too disappeared over the edge of the bed. Finally her hands tugged the waistband of my skirt, my hips rose to meet her as the last vestige of modesty was swept from my body.

Again we joined together lying side by side; I thrilled at the touch of flesh against flesh as hands drew insistent patterns, exploring one another. Our mouths pressed firmly together, my lips parting as her tongue caressed them momentarily. I had never envisioned the sensations that bubbled to the surface as tongues intertwined, flicking, flirting and caressing the recesses of my mouth. It was impossible to draw her close enough, though we had come together, continually touching from head to toe, I wanted her closer. Though I knew it to be impossible, my mind and body conspired against reason seeking to draw her close enough that eventually we would melt into one being.

My legs parted as Madison brought her own between them to rest at the place where pleasure abounds. As Madison broke our kiss, her lips began softly lighting little fires at their touch as they explored my cheeks, my eyes and onward to my neck.

Arriving at my chest, her lips left a trail of dew as they playfully caressed one spot then another, teasingly venturing close to my nipples only to retreat leaving me wanting ever more. When finally her tongue slithered across my nipple sending little twitches throughout my body, my hips strained against her as I began to pulse against the thigh that had found its way between mine. As her mouth engulfed me, I arched my back as if attempting to force my entire breast into her mouth, at the same time the rhythm of my hips grew more fevered.

I wanted to scream; “Don’t leave!” as her mouth left my breast and the thigh I had ridden so lovingly slipped from my grasp. I felt her nipples graze my stomach, then my hips and finally my legs followed closely by the wonderful mouth from which I had received so much. I felt her breath amongst the soft fur above my passion, tongue and breath playing together again igniting sensations I had felt when I explored myself and yet these were better, their beginnings seemed rooted far deeper in my being than anything I had previously been able to accomplish.

My legs parted ever farther, giving her access to whatever she desired. I moved against her as a tender flicking invaded my folds, what a sensation as her tongue caressed its way up to my button. As she took my engorged button between her lips, her tongue became as a butterfly, licking and flicking everywhere at once. After mere moments, or perhaps hours, of this a bubble burst within me. Gently, yet swiftly, growing in intensity to envelope my whole body. My back arched pushing me against her face, my body convulsed as if little electric triggers were going off repeated throughout me.

My body slowly subsided leaving me nearly breathless. Glancing down between my legs, I saw her glistening face as she rested her chin on my thigh. With a silent wink she slid below my view as her tongue once again invaded my passion, this time extending to explore the recesses that as yet had never been touched. Her face moved slowly upwards, finally ending in a farewell kiss to my button.

Madison then moved up and lay beside me, her hands once again playfully caressing my flesh. I was somewhat dismayed that she didn’t return to share another kiss and as I rolled to face her I brought my lips to hers. I was surprised at the heavy scent that came from her, the tart taste of her lips. I cared not, I only cared to continue to be as close to her as was physically possible. Gently she pushed me onto my back, fingers gliding from my neck to my legs and back again, as she began to speak:

“The embarrassing position I found you in when I returned home, was indeed awkward, for both of us. The feelings you were exploring will some day in the future be enhanced by what you will share with the man you marry. But as you know, the men in our lives are not always there for us, and so we turn to one another to ease the tensions that all women share. Many women, not all, share this little secret time we have with one another. Some enjoy it more than others, and some not at all.”

Her words made perfect sense to me; I was by no means repulsed by the boys in school, although I was often dismayed at their boisterous show-off ways. What concerned me most though, was the fact that she had been hesitant to kiss me again after what we had shared. She quickly explained that not all women enjoyed tasting themselves and she intended for me to do, as I wanted of my own free will. With that I rolled to her again and kissed her fully, savoring the scent I had left on her face, my tongue sought hers in hopes of finding some lingering morsel of my moisture.

As she had done with me, my kisses strayed, discovering my remnants scattered about her face. As my hand found her breast, I remembered the milk she had earlier shared with me. With a naughty twinkle in eye, my mouth ventured towards her breast to once again sample her sweet offering. She slowed me only long enough to inform me that, “There won’t be as much as there was before, if any, and it may take a few moments to flow.” That was fine with me, as I adored these globes, milk or no milk. I had known the feeling of her lips on my breasts and I was committed to giving her the same.

It did take a few minutes to start, and when it did I was aware of a subtle movement from her hips. Reaching down I discovered her hand buried between her legs. Feeling I had neglected a source of far greater passion, I attempted to slide my hand under hers and take over the responsibilities that I felt were mine. With a soft chuckle she let me know, “We’ll have plenty of time for that. For the moment you are my little girl, content yourself in knowing that you at my breast is exactly what I need for now, tomorrow is another day.” Returning my full attention to the offering that flowed from her breasts, it was but a few short moments before I felt a familiar quiver course through her. A number of little sighs escaped her lips as she convulsed beside me. As she subsided I once again moved to kiss her, the kiss was soft and gentle this time, long and lingering.

Lying back, at her side I reached for the hand that she’d used on herself while I nursed. Lifting it to me, I took her fingers in my mouth letting my tongue explore between each one. Removing her fingers from my mouth, I gave a wink and repeated her words; “Tomorrow, is another day!”
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The End…