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Chapter 2
Jenine's Liberation
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We drive the three hours up to Lake Travis in my little Nissan holding hands like a couple of young lovers out for a first tryst. The smell of spring flowers tickle my senses as she listens to that crazy music of hers, some artist known as Gwen Stefani. A driving and bouncy song called "Hollaback Girl" plays, causing Laura to start twisting and dancing in her seat. The song varies measurably from a landscape speckled with a lovely variety of simple to expansive houses that drift in and out of a hilly terrain.
My eyes keep leaving the road to view her breasts . . . They struggle against a seat belt; I want to be that seat belt, struggling against those provocative lovelies. Kissing, rubbing and loving breasts is a majestic sensation, tingling your body in softness. The breasts on that teen are a reason for tingling, a reason for changing, a reason for living.
We are fortunate we made it to my condo alive.
I still marvel the freshmen (now sophomores) spend time with me. Over the past year, the three of us had experimented with some torrid and kinky sex. Licking every inch of Laura's body during our sex play, I know exactly how to turn her on by finding all her erogenous zones. It is only Laura this weekend. Stacey pulled out to attend to an emergency involving her grandfather back home.
I want to take her as soon as we arrive in the room, but she teases me, wanting dinner and an official date before sex. This is surprising for Laura, because she is so impulsive and libidinous. Of course I agree, I would do anything to get into bed with her. Laura set me up for some crazy hot sex on this night.
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She paints . . .
lovely in her innocence, smelling clean, young, and exciting. She bites a lower lip in concentration, sweeping darling lavender on my nails. "To match your dress," she says. Caring deeply for the smallest things, a kitten or lost puppy, a homeless-man on the street, or a friend in need, she is simple, kind and compassionate, with a depth not always clear. How she teases, touching erotic spots with gentle ease, finding places that I love, softly blowing her tender breath on my toes. It is my birthday, and she is my gift.
Bubbly sweet as we dress, she applies my makeup and picks out a daring silk gown for me to wear, a tiny pink floral number that barely rests below my bum and billows about freely as I walk. "No bra or panties," Laura insists, but curiously, she dons panties.
Laura, magnificently splendid as usual, owns a natural beauty that defies words. Tall, curvy and powerful, she stimulates desire in all humans lucky enough to gaze upon her visage. Towering over me, she sports five inch stilettos, a sexy pink dress that is nearly transparent, and a professionally quaffed blonde mane that rivals any models. Shorter than mine, the dress exposes half of her lovely braless breasts, a natural pair that would get a rise from Liberace.
Not wanting the distraction of driving, I call to the front desk to summon a cab. As the door of the empty elevator closes, Laura puts her thumbnail to my cheek and gently tickles, then says, "I'm going to make you feel good tonight." She presses her body against mine, moans suggestively and softly whispers, "You do want me, don't you?"
How on Earth could I not? However, an elevator is hardly the place, "Laura, if you don't stop teasing I'm going to make you go back to the room."
"Answer the question."
"Laura."
"The question?"
In the history of our planet there couldn't be a sweeter tease than Laura; that girl just knew every trick in the book, a book she probably wrote. She outweighs me by at least a couple of sacks of potatoes, perhaps even four, so my victory in this line of questioning wasn't going to happen. Unable to budge the powerful girl, I relent, "Yes baby, I want you."
Moving away from me, she laughs then says, "Well you're just gonna have to wait."
It comes as no surprise that the mistress of temptation plays me, the tease. This girl makes me laugh; but Jiminy Crickets, I'm so freakin' horny, so I tell her jokingly, "You slut."
"Why thank you, I'll take that as a compliment," then we giggle like high school kids and give each other silky soft kisses. I'm so horny for her body; my pussy soaks in anticipation of future stimulation causing me to rub my legs together in search of a small dose of satisfaction. How I need this girl's touch, her tender kisses and touch. She makes me feel close to complete.
Making a mistake, I kiss that long fingered hand of hers and fantasize about the talent in those digits. Putting her hand on my naked clean-shaven pussy, I look at her longingly thinking, to hell with the elevator. She instinctively knows my needs and starts rubbing my pussy. The door opens, and I curse that stupid non-thinking door. I sweetly curse at Laura for teasing me, well, I curse and beg, mostly beg, "You fucking tease. Please, kiss me right now. Kiss me—kiss me baby."
She laughs, and kisses me while slipping a finger in my pussy. "You're so wet, Teacher."
A cute elderly couple holding hands walks into the elevator, and Laura quickly straightens up as I almost fall to the floor. The two know something is up as sly smiles cross their faces. The lovely Grandmother in her seventies says, "Don't worry huns, we were young once." Then two female teens carrying bibles enter the elevator and stare aghast at the two disheveled lesbians in the elevator.
I shrink in embarrassment; Laura grabs my hand as we slowly exit the elevator. Laura purposely rubs her breasts against one of the Christian girl's backs as we scoot past her. I swear the cute little teen is getting hot looking at us. Laura can make a heterosexual Christian gay.
Out of ear shot, I tell Laura, "You're such a tease."
She looks at me and says quite seriously, "That girly is hot, maybe we can recruit her."
I touch her arm and say, "Uh-Uh . . . You're mine tonight, remember, birthday?"
"Oh, all right already, can't a girl just have a bit of fun?"
"You're such a slut, Laura."
She beams with pride, "I know."
Knowing Laura couldn't hold it forever, I planned to give her a present when we sat down in the cab, and hoped to get one also. We strut through the lobby like a queen and a queen, turning quite a few heads, Laura turning most of them and me a few also. Must admit we look sexy all gussied up to the nines. How I enjoy this! The openness, the gayness, and attention, it's something I couldn't accomplish back home. There are a few whispers, and some folks look at us with disdain, at home this would have killed me; I could care less about it tonight, this queen is hungry for a coronation tonight!
We didn't get lucky in cab selection, or perhaps we did. The driver is smoking a cigarette while standing outside the car. I politely cough to suggest that he put his cigarette out. He sheepishly stubs it on the curb, then stuffs the rest of it over his ear. Opening the door he asks, "¿Dónde?"
Chubby, Hispanic and dark, he has a playful nature that I could read because of his obvious approval of the two packages entering his cab, "Peccato Italiano," I say.
He closes the door and says, "Sí, hermosa mujer,"
This guy is easy to like, "Gracias guapo."
He bows like a chivalrous knight and says, "Es princesa de nada."
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Laura and I squeeze in the back of the nicotine scented cab and move into each other. Usually, Laura went for sex in semi-public places, her being so ripe all the time. Turning the table, I take the role of seductress. I kiss her cheek and then look at her beautiful blue eyes; she nods her head yes, and I notice the cabbie adjusting his mirror. I turn, catch his eyes in the mirror and tell him, "Pervert."
"Gracias," he says and chuckles. I chuckle also.
Laura grabs my hand and places it on top of her little garden then looks at me and says, "Enough of the Spanish stuff, I can't wait any longer."
I remove my hand and tell her, "Well you're just gonna have to wait."
He cusses; I laugh, then she says, "Bitch!" then quickly, "Pretty please?" Again we giggle like teens, all three of us. This cabbie must know a little English.
I sit as physically close to Laura as I can without being in her. My left hand drapes around her shoulder, and my nails gently tickle the sensitive area just below her neck sending a not-so-innocent smile to her lips. Her lips know how to please a woman, and I look forward to the pleasure impatiently. Our eyes engage in a silent conversation, and then our lips meet briefly in a kiss.
I desire to please this girl so much that it hurts. She enjoys orgasm like no person I've ever met. Laura puts every ounce of sexy energy that she owns into pleasing others and herself. She makes me hot just looking at her, all excited and randy as hell. Shit, this girl is amazing. I must please her now, no matter the audience. She is in great need of sex, and I can't resist making her happy. I never can, never could, never will. She owns me tonight to do with as she pleases. I'm her willing sex slave.
"Fuck me," she says.
My right hand brings her dress up just enough to expose the bottom of her white panties. I place a finger underneath the soft elastic of the panties and pull them up then let go, causing it to pop against her body. She consciously spreads her legs inviting me in, then coos. I resist temptation, keeping my hand on top of her panties and rubbing close to her pussy, but not on it. Removing my hand from her panties, I tickle inside of her thigh and wish we had room so I could taste her. She spreads her legs wider then moves my hand to her crotch, rubbing herself with my fingers. Moving lower in the seat, Laura looks at me and asks, "Pwetty Pwease?" Her legs start twitching because she not only desires relief, but feels it a necessity.
I always need her wonderful prize, that sweet smelling garden of wetness between her legs—a garden in which I intend to get a few blooms to grow tonight. Turning my body to face her and blocking the cabbie's view, I pick up her dress and lightly lick her erect nipples, traveling from one to the other in sensual ritual of loving. Laura begins to pant heavily and squirms like a kitten—no, I should say a lioness.
The position being a little awkward, I move on top of her in the confined space and straddle over one of her legs. Resting my naked wetness to a meaty thigh, I manage to reach my hand between her legs and rub over her panties. I really want to taste her, but considering the location, I just didn't think I could get to it; anyway, Laura comes so fast this wouldn't take her too long, then perhaps I'd get some pleasing, if that damn cabbie would just slow down.
We are in a tight little spot making love in this cab seat, but the sexiness of having that pervert watching while I please Laura turns me on like a rabbit in spring. I start humping her leg and rubbing her pussy with my hand. Laura moans my name, my real name, Jenine, not Teacher as she so often calls me. The two of us move at a frenzied pace, then I notice the cab isn't moving but parked.
Turning my head and looking at the eyes staring at me in the mirror, I could tell our cabbie is stroking himself at a furiously fast pace. The guy moans just like Laura, except his moaning is in Spanish, and he isn't saying my name. But there's not much difference, because moaning is moaning when you're catching an orgasm.
I almost told him to put it up because it's rude to start wanking off like a—rabbit? I don't hate a penis, just had a bad experience with one at eighteen. How impudent of me to tell him to put it up, after all, we are banging in the backseat of his stinky cab, a cab now imbued with the aroma of sex, and to think, silly me, wanting to tell him to put his thingy up.
Laura starts writhing in near orgasmic bliss and fondles my breasts; she tries in vain to get at my clit. I manage to please myself though, by rubbing against that leg with my pussy. Reaching underneath her small panties, I did get a finger in her slick-with-dew garden. Being in front of her, I could get at those lips on her face, but she wouldn't have it, moaning loudly and turning her head. I settle with her neck, and it pleases the three of us immensely, the third being that pervy cabbie.
The queen stiffens immediately and screams loudly, not saying anything understandable, but understand it I did. That girl visits Eden and bites into an apple, then I bite in also, and my little Eden soaks her poor leg. What am I saying? That lucky leg, a leg that needs a good licking as soon my Eden stops shaking, and that takes a few minutes as happiness floods between us. My body trembles and quakes; Laura screams my name again, then I kiss her, and I swallow my name. The intensity of the pleasure is so joyful, the knowledge that I'm swallowing my name and pleasing Laura so powerfully. My Eden takes over, and I explode repeatedly causing a woozy sensation that leaves me near breathless. I separate from her lips, and we sit in that cab trembling, holding each other tightly in a loving embrace.
We had some nice orgasms, probably a nine on the Richter Scale, but the cabbie, the way he screamed when he unloaded, his must have exceeded a ten. Laura and I just look at each other and smile, then my pervie cabbie laughs like a man loving his own jokes, but of course he laughs in Spanish, not that there is much difference. I said that already didn't I?
I kiss that pretty girl, feeling happiness at giving her a few blooms. I rest my head on her shoulder and think of the petals to come, many petals will be pulled from our gardens before this evening ends.
Lifting my fingers to my mouth, I taste her, then I offer my fingers to her, she licks greedily and we start toying with each other as best we can in that confined space. I want to rub pussies with her, but just can't manage in that tight little cab. It's frustrating, I love the feel of Laura's pussy lips against mine, even if it's through her thin panties. Damn it, I feel like a kid going for her first back seat sex.
I finally give up and just go after her, moving into her slowly and lovingly. We meld into each other in hedonistic abandonment needing orgasmic release. Laura slightly repositions and our pussy lips make the briefest contact. My body feels as if Edison flipped on a million volt generator as electricity charges through my veins. Orgasm trickles through our bodies and we burst in a thunder storm of passionate bliss. It was as if a jolt of lightning had hit our pussies, and we explode together. Laura looks at me with a frazzled expression and says, "That was nice." I think that the biggest understatement in the history of orgasms, but not being in the mood to debate, I simply indicate yes and enjoy some extra voltage. We definitely hit a ten on the scale over the next few minutes. Poor cabbie, he couldn't go at himself again; lucky I'm a girl.
After we finish, we rest in each other's arms, and the cab starts moving again. I doze in a light sleep, so does Laura; we are just a bit tired because of it, sex being it.
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I sense the cab is no longer moving and awake from my small slumber still in Laura's arms, her eyes are closed in peaceful mediation, and for her, being still and peaceful is difficult. I hate to wake her, but she wants this date so I tickle her cute nose; her eyes open with startled surprise and she says, "Guess I conked out."
"Yes dear, we both kinked—I mean conked—a bit, but dinner is waiting."
"Oh goody, I'm famished," she says as her energy returns. Laura reminds me of an Energizer Bunny, she just keeps coming, and coming, and coming . . .
I smile at my thought, and Laura looks at me with a strange expression.
"Nothing Laura, just one of the jokes in my mind that only I find funny. Let's eat, shall we?"
She doesn't stop her quizzical appraisal of me, but comments, "Thought we just did." Then the two of us smile and give each other little pecks on the cheek. We separate and exit the cab.
I go to the driver's window and offer him his fare. "Miss," the Hispanic tells me, "this ride is gratis."
"Gracias, mi amigo," I reply.
"De nada," he says and drives off a much happier person.
We enter the restaurant holding hands and garner a few nasty looks from a frumpish group of women; the guys don't much care, in fact, most like looking at us. The maître d' seems happy with our arrival, smiling with a salacious grin as he leads us to a secluded table in a corner of the restaurant. He pulls out our chairs, gives us a fancy menu and asks, "Wine?" Laura answers, knowing that is not an option for me, "No, just brings us some tea." Then we make love with our eyes for a few minutes and I marvel at this woman. Sitting across from me, the most gorgeous teen in the world fills me with a wondrous sense of pride. We lock fingers and casually twirl thumbs in an erotic gesture of affection. Some patrons glare at us, pulling in close and talking in hushed tones. For some reason, the attention doesn't bother me, in fact, the reverse is true.
A song plays on Laura's phone breaking our intimate moment. She pulls out the sparkly little device, reads a text and then giggles in that frighteningly blonde way of hers. Expertly fiddling with the buttons in a demonstration of magic that all teens possess, she texts something back. "Stacey's grandfather is going to pull through, she sent me some orders—here, lookey," she says and hands me the complex gadget.
Give teach the big O, it reads. Laura's reply is beneath it, More than the big O, have a surprise planned, LOL--LUV U.
"And what, pray tell, is that surprise?" I ask.
"This is for me to know, and you to find out,"
"Not fair."
"Life's not fair,"
"Don't I know it," I say, giving her a playful tug on her finger.
Dining in the sophisticated candlelit Italian restaurant with a delicacy like Laura causes my pussy to soak. Sitting with her publicly turns a few heads for more reasons than one. Not only is it her beauty, but the way she moves and carries herself, oozing sex in an almost innocent manner. I have her for the entire weekend, free of the scrutiny of my academic life.
An unpretentious yet complex young woman, Laura doesn't grasp the smallest joke, but is able to express a compassionate understanding of the human condition. Her depth on this topic stuns me; the capacity to be able to empathize with such depth is rare for a young girl. Laura has some queerness that I had yet to put my finger on; she constantly fidgets and sways, seems very distracted and just downright forgetful. From the standpoint of a psychologist, I pick it up as probably some mild imbalance in her brain, but exactly what, I can't determine.
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