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I was so engrossed in the latest edition of Cosmo, I hadn’t realized Liz had returned to the room. Cosmopolitan, the “how-to” manual of being a Woman for my generation, even though in the back of my mind I realized the adverts generally outnumbered the articles, often by as much as two to one. Of course, all the models looked perfect!The music changed on the radio and I pulled my gaze away from the sheer top the model was wearing, gazed upon longingly by the Adonis on the glossy page. Liz was leaning against the door chewing on the tip of a fingernail, her denim-shrouded hips shifting fractionally to the rhythm of Billy Ocean.“You didn’t go to the bathroom like that?” I asked staring at her ‘B’s encased in a blue, very sexy, lacy bra.“Wh-” she looked flustered for a second; “Oh, Em, it’s just next door… and your Mom and Dad are out anyway!” she grinned at me as her natural confidence reasserted itself.“And squirt?” I replied.A wicked grin spread across her lips, “So… I don’t mind giving him a thrill.” The tip of her tongue slipped out and wetted her lips. “I think you ought to go out there, Em; see what’d happen then?”I blushed deeply and looked down at myself cross-legged on my bed. As often as not when either of us stayed overnight at the others they’d be multiple changes involved and if Ruth, the third of our normally inseparable trio was there we’d have already completed our fashion show from glamourous all the way down to ‘tarty’ stopping off at bikinis and lingerie along the way.It had been an odd thing but when it was just Liz and me, I always felt far more conservative, and yet…Just before she’d headed to the bathroom, she’d found one of our old school uniforms in the back of my cupboard and had convinced me to put it on. We were sixth-formers and hadn’t had to wear uniforms for two years and in the intervening time I had grown by at least six inches and three full cup sizes.My old blouse stretched to breaking point and my skirt barely made it past my crotch. My matching black lacy underwear was on obvious display, top and bottom!For a brief moment I pictured my brother, eleven months my junior and only just in the year below me; four days older and he would’ve been in the same year of our Catholic comprehensive school. My eyes dropped to his imagined crotch as his gazed up and down my revealing uniform. I blushed deeply; “Yuck Liz! He’s my brother!”She sashayed towards the bed, her thumbs hooking into the belt hoops of her skin-tight jeans. “I would,” she sighed.“Would what?” I asked incredulously.She leaned forwards licking her lips till her face was six inches from mine; “I’d fuck him, Em. I’d fuck your little brother!” She stood up straight, my eyes level with her naval as I watched the painted fingernails on her right-hand scratch softly across gaziantep manken escort the flesh of her stomach. I knew she was staring through the wall into my brother’s room next door. “God, imagine if his cock matches your tits, Em?”My eyes watched as Liz’s forefinger left a faint red mark on her skin as it pulled back just above her waist. The image of a fat, long cock flashed into my mind. I shook in horror at the thought of imagining Martin’s cock, all at once aware that my underwear had dampened in the previous minute. “YUCK!” I said aloud, “Quit it, Liz; not funny!”I forced myself to stare at Liz’s belly button and watched as she swayed her hips and noted as she flexed her thigh muscles within the tight denim. I was intimately aware of her chest rising and falling slowly and knew that mine was also. A button pinged from my blouse as I inhaled deeply watching Liz’s finger play with the button atop her jeans.“No… not funny… not funny at all,” she breathed. “Come on, Emma; would you really mind if I… nipped next door… just for research purposes… could see if everything Ruth says is true! It is Leap Day, after all, a girl’s allowed to ask!”I bit my lip. Of the three of us, only Ruth had gone further than a hand job and I haven’t even gone that far. Our other friend had told us that ‘a nice cock’ was just the best although we believed she had indeed done the deed we weren’t so sure that her ebullient praise was completely true or bravado.My heart was thumping loudly in my chest, “You can’t” I whispered and then added louder as if it mattered, “It’s the first, Liz, Leap Day was yesterday!”My eyes rose up to meet hers as she looked down. She pulled a sulking face. “I’m quite sure Martin wouldn’t care, Emma… And I’m so fucking horny right now!” she declared.I knew my eyes widened as my best friend slipped across a threshold that had not previously been crossed.The three of us had talked, discussed, dreamed, and imagined sex. When Ruth lost her virginity, we even had some anecdotal data to further our conversation on top of my friends’ experiences of wanking their eager boyfriends. After the light was out on sleepovers, masturbation had been discussed and without a doubt, each of us had touched ourselves silently but we had never admitted that we were turned on!“I’d swear my panties are soaking!” she added giving no room for doubt.“Liz!” I exclaimed suddenly aware of my cross-legged position on the bed in front of her. I watched her eyes travel down to my rucked-up school skirt and my exposed underwear, my own extremely damp underwear exposed.My eyes flickered to the mirror atop a small chest of drawers against the bathroom wall and beside the window of my room. The curtains were wide open gaziantep masaj yapan escort and I knew that during daylight I would see the window to my brother’s room and that he could see back if he was looking out. I didn’t even know if he was in his room; there was none of the usual ‘rubbish’ music emanating from it, that we often battled with and that eventually led to our father shouting up at the two of us to “shut that shit up!”My eyes re-focused on Liz’s as I imagined him watching; I knew he’d see Liz standing there in jeans and bra in front of me perched on my bed. I’d also seen the significant bulge in his shorts on occasion to imagine that his manhood might well match the womanhood of my chest.“Aint no choice, Emma” Liz spoke softly, “I’m gonna have a Malone tonight! The question is; is it going to be Martin or Emma?”“I… I… I’m not… I… we can’t” I stammered in reply.“Oh, come on, Emma… you know you want to!” Liz answered, her fingers flipping the button atop her jeans. Her eyes once again dropped to my crotch, “I figure your as wet as me… now Ruth would never; far too straight! But I’ve watched you, Emma, watching me!”“I haven’t,” I declared and suddenly felt my muscles respond scooting back across the bed into the corner of the room. My eyes once again briefly left the predatory look in Liz’s to flick to the mirror now knowing that there was no chance of my brother seeing me. The thought popped into my head about whether I should’ve gone to the other corner allowing a chance of seeing what I was about to let Liz do to me… and maybe what I had wanted to do to Liz for so long.Liz popped each of the buttons on her 501s and rolled the material off her hips. “You haven’t closed your legs Emma… and your panties are soaking” she grinned and bending at the hips pushed her jeans down and off. My hand scratched the inside of my thigh as her head lowered between my outstretched feet and my pussy clenched. I shuddered as I knew if my brother was watching that he would’ve had a perfect view of that perfect ass. In my head I imagined his seed jetting from the end of his rock-hard cock all across his window.Liz crawled onto the bed all the way up to me and I parted my lips for a kiss which didn’t come. I felt her hot breath wash over my mouth and then her lips brush my cheek before settling on my ear. “There are so many things we’re gonna do tonight, Emma” she whispered, “so many wonderful things… unlucky for Martin, heh?”I felt her tongue trace the shell of my ear and moaned “Ohhh… yesss… anything!”I felt her lips engulf my earlobe and suck hard as her hand slid up my thigh and my instinctual response was to eagerly shove my hips forward. Her fingers briefly brushed against my sodden gaziantep masöz escort underwear before disappearing. “All… the… time… in… the… world… Emma” she purred.“Bitch!” I cursed and raised one hand up and cupped her breast through her bra; a loud sigh issued from her mouth as it slid down my neck and her nails traced the waist of my panties beneath my skirt. I felt my pussy rhythmically pulse in anticipation as I reached up with my other hand and deftly unclasped her bra.I giggled.Liz’s mouth paused in its travel. “What?” she asked, a note of annoyance in her voice.My hand slid between us and I cupped both her breasts, trapping her hard nips between my outstretched fingers as I would do to myself. “Boys!” I murmured softly squeezing her breasts; “never can undo a bra quickly enough!”I felt a shiver run through her soft flesh as I squeezed her nipples between my fingers. “’Tis true” she agreed and I sighed as her own fingers eased into my underwear.Liz shifted her position and a flash of panic invaded my mind as I thought she had changed her mind. Instead, as her teeth nipped at my shoulder blade and the pad of her finger slid along my dripping slit, I felt her own saturated underwear press down upon my knee. I squeezed her breasts tighter and bent my leg pushing my knee into her crotch. The two of us moaned in unison and stayed like that for a couple of seconds as both sets of pussy lips peeled apart.I turned my face as I gripped her breasts pulling her upwards and our mouths met.Of course, over the past two or three years the three of us had practiced kissing with each other in ‘preparation’ for boys. It has always only gone so far as Ruth effectively called a halt to proceedings; I had always been scared that Liz would have sensed my trembling lips as we had kissed and known of my desire to kiss her harder and deeper and in far more places than just her mouth.Tonight, there was ‘no’ Ruth and it almost seemed as if this was our very first kiss. It was definitely our very first ‘honest’ kiss.After the briefest of mad enthusiasm, as our lips and tongues met, we settled down and delicately explored each other’s mouths; where previously just the tips of tongues had met (which would have probably shocked Ruth if she’d known), now they caressed each other, searched out the contours and curves and rolled about each other in mutual stimulation.I have no idea how long that ‘first’ kiss lasted but I was utterly lost within it and although I felt Liz’s finger and pussy twitching against pussy and knee the real conversation was happening between our mouths.When it finally ended, she rocked back drawing in deep breaths echoing my own. I relinquished her breasts and smiled at her, looking deep into her eyes as I unbuttoned my blouse; made somewhat easier as two further buttons had disappeared. She returned my smile and slipped her bra off her shoulders and I divested myself of my blouse.Liz smiled broadly and reached around my back, I breathed deeply feeling my bra fall away releasing my heavy breasts and aching nipples. I felt something akin to an electric shock as she cupped them, her thumbs rolling my hard nubs; “Fucking gorgeous, Emma,” she whispered.
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