It happens now and then. Sometimes, she just wants to talk, as sisters do. Sometimes it might develop into a mutual Jilling session, and sometimes it might morph into a zoom session.
Not today though.
“Something’s happened to her.” By the tone in Ali’s voice, I could instantly tell that whatever had ‘happened’, it wasn’t a bad thing - quite the reverse.
Mum’s youngest sister is staying with them for a month, and with Helena and her husband (the totally fuckable, and infinitely wank-overable) Stephen, came their 15-year-old daughter who, for reasons I cannot fathom likes to be called ‘Mouse’. (Real name, a good auld Irish Sinead) but ‘Mouse’ it shall be.
Last time they visited, a year ago, Mouse wouldn’t shed a stitch of clothing, not even on a hot day…..not even in the privacy of mum & dad’s pool. She remained clothed from neck to ankles. Long, full-length skirts or jeans, and top/jumpers that she must have cooked herself in.
My phone buzzed in my hand and told me Ali had sent a picture.
Well, talk about emergency panties! There stood ‘Mouse’ in….er…..well…..almost nothing! A tiny pair of white panties, and a minuscule trainer bra. This is Mouse! A girl who we all thought would spontaneously combust if exposed to sunlight, and yet here she was, one bra clip away from exposing her boobs to the world.
Ali spoke of other changes too. The vulgarity when her mum and dad were not in the picture…..Mouse’s desire to talk about sex - in the most vulgar terms - all the time! But more was to come. “Mouse has the room next to mine,” Ali explained, “and every night….every night she does herself….really loudly. Not just moaning, but she speaks, shouts sometimes…..’lick me…..fuck me’. I’m going to have to have a word with her.
Oh, I don’t know….sounds like Mouse has discovered her clit and let the good times roll to me. Still…perhaps some caution is needed. I suggested Ali use one of Mouse’s frequent sex chats to talk to her about a little discretion (yes, I know…coming for me…who’d have thought?)
Three nights later, Ali phoned back. “Well, that uncorked the rabbit hole!” Apparently, Mouse had broken down, sobbing and told Ali about the towering feelings she was experiencing, and that while she loved them, they scared her too. She also told Ali (shock horror), “I have feelings for girls too! I really ….REALLY want to get down and dirty with another girl.”
Hence, Ali suggested Mouse take a walk to my place that afternoon.
Now, before you all get excited, NO! I do have limits, and a hormonally ravaged 15-year-old is off my particular limits. Even so, I figured I might be able to help. I remembered my adolescence only too clearly….the towering tidal wave of horniness, the desperate need for orgasms. Oh yes….only too clearly.
Ok, confession time, when Alice showed Mouse into my home I did take one look and think, “I could, you know.”. And I definitely could! Mouse absolutely radiated sex-appeal. The way she walked, the way she smelled, everything about her screamed, ‘throw me on the floor and do me…NOW!
But that wasn’t what Mouse was here for. Mouse wanted to talk to a genuine, real-life lesbian. (She already had in Ali, but didn’t know it.)
Mouse’s eyes were wide like saucers as she settled on my leather beanbag chair in my den and wrapped her fingers around a mug of hot chocolate. “What’s it like….with another girl?” Every bi-curious girl’s go-to question….and I mean…how do you answer it? You finger yourself….another girl fingers you. The same, right? No! World’s apart!
We talked a while about ‘What two girls do’ (answer ‘Everything you could possibly imagine’) but then we talked about the relaxation that comes with being with another girl. There aren’t any secrets. Whatever you have felt, she has felt. Most likely, whatever deep, dark, perverted little desire you harbour, she harbours too. There’s no pretense. No “I’d like this, but I’m scared to ask.”
And what of Mouse? What of her noisy, foul-mouthed masturbation in the dead of night? Turns out she has really heavy-duty fantasies. She masturbates over her dad, for one thing. (Totally understandable - he really is 100% fuckable.) But Mouse sneered at this. “Well, yeah, he is, but that’s not the point. What gets me off is that he’s my dad! Do you understand? Haven’t you ever jilled off thinking about your dad? (Oh sweetie… that's a more, WAY more!)
So two girls sat in a room talking about sex in general but mainly exploring and recounting my emergent g/g experiences. When I told her of my skipping PE at school, being ‘punished’ by being forced to remain alone in the locker room and ‘think about what you’re missing’, but I used the time to explore panties and jilling off smelling other girls’ sex, Mouse’s eyes opened wide! “Brilliant! I’d never have thought…..”
She shifted in the chair and exposed her crotch. Boy, did this girl need a wank! I nodded at her crotch and said as much. “Looks like you need some alone time right now.” I got up from my chair and hadn’t taken a step before Mouse replied, “Yeah….i do. I wish I was in that locker room though!”
Right? Wrong? I neither know nor care. I simply took my panties off and dropped them at her feet as I passed. She could use them or not as she wished. I closed the heavy oak door behind me and left her to it, but knowing a super-horny 15-year-old was doing herself in my den was too much for me, so I ducked into one of the downstairs bathrooms and took care of my own business.
Mouse emerged a credible 45 minutes later, looking like she had been shagged by the village cricket and rugby teams….at the same time.
I saw her out and wondered to myself what she was going to be like in a couple of years' time.
I never saw my panties again - which was not surprising, but I did find hers on my desk…..which was...!
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