The Joy of Looking, Chapter 97

  • Posted on January 31, 2016 at 11:36 am

By Naughty Mommy

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We huddled together in the dark, me and my new best friend, Hannah Jones, alone in her bedroom, inside her bed. I could barely see a thing, only the faintest outline of her delicate features. But I could feel the warmth of her. She was very close to me. Our bodies weren’t quite touching, but almost. And I could smell her… a faint aroma of perfume, of sweat, of girlish excitement.

For several moments, neither of us said a word. We just lay there, slowly inhaling, exhaling, gazing at one another. As my eyes became accustomed to the dark, I could see Hannah better, those big brown eyes, her wide mouth, her pointed chin. Her lips were moist, as were mine.

She shifted slightly closer and I thought we were going to kiss, but then she whispered, “Julie?”

“Yeah?”

“You told me, um, that you masturbate, right? Play with yourself?”

“Sure, I do,” I nodded, “a lot, almost every night before I go to sleep.”

“Me too,” she said, “and sometimes in the shower. Or, um, other times, when I’m in here alone, just thinking about things.”

“I know, I do that too.”

“I think about Miss Firth, and I get excited,” Hannah whispered, “or, um… or I think about you.”

There was a soft rustling sound. The bed was moving slightly. I suddenly realized that Hannah was masturbating now, that she had a hand between her legs. Excellent! I’d been wondering if I would have to suggest it, but she’d already started.

To get it out in the open, to make the idea more tangible and more arousing, I said, “Are you touching yourself? Your pussy?”

“Uh-huh,” she grinned. “Or my fanny, as we call it over there.”

I pushed a hand down, inside my own panties. My cunt was a sloppy mess. I wondered if Hannah was as wet as I was. “Is it okay of I, uh, if I do it too?” I asked.

“Of course, if you want to,” she said. “But um, have you ever done it this way before? With another girl, I mean?”

“Yeah, I have,” I nodded. (The understatement of the year!) “Have you?”

“No, I haven’t. Well… not when anybody knew. Sometimes, though, when Lindsey’s in here with me, I’ve done it after she falls asleep. Is that bad?”

I shook my head. “I don’t think so. Why would it be bad? Masturbating is normal, everybody does it.”

My hand was moving fast around my clit. It felt big and fat under my fingers, slippery with my juices. As I squeezed it, a shudder ran through me, a pre-climax. A tiny whimper escaped my lips.

“You think everybody does it?” Hannah said. “Like Miss Firth too?”

I took a deep breath and let it out, trying to hold on, to keep talking with my friend. I was surprised at how quickly I’d brought myself right to the edge.

“Yeah,” I said, “I’m sure she must. Everybody does.”

“I guess… um, when we were, before we moved, sometimes I could hear my mum, in her room, doing it, you know? She did it a lot.”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded, still trying to maintain control. It was hard to breath, let alone speak. Somehow I managed to ask, “You ever hear her now?”

“Well, yeah, but I mean, um… they’re sleeping in the same room, you know, my mum and Lauren, and…”

“Hannah, I —” The tide was surging inside, rising higher and higher. I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Sorry, I, I can’t —”

A stunning climax crashed over me. I groaned loudly, both hands clamped between my legs, as tremendous spasms rocked my body. Although I almost always came very hard, this one seemed especially powerful. My eyes were squeezed tightly shut. I gasped for breath, quaking and shaking, warm liquids oozing between my fingers, drenching my panties.

When at last I was able to relax a bit, when the convulsing had eased to an occasional gentle shiver, I slowly opened my eyes. Hannah was staring at me.

“Julie, god, are you okay?”

“Yeah… yeah, I’m… fine.” I took a deep breath, then licked my lips, tasting salt from my sweat.

“That was — that was bloody hot! I thought you were gonna die or something!”

I chuckled, “That’s what the French call it, you know. The little death.”

“Do they? I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah…” I rolled onto my back, looking up into the dark, fanning my face with my hands. Then I turned to look at Hannah.

“I’m sorry I, I mean, I guess I should have waited for you or something. But I just couldn’t,” I giggled.

“It’s okay. I, um, I came too, anyway.”

“You did?”

“Uh-huh, only just not quite as… explosively.”

“Yeah,” I giggled again. “That’s a good word for it. Or volcanically.”

“Titanically!”

“Climactically!!”

We laughed together at that one.

As we settled down, Hannah asked, “So, do you wanna, go to sleep now? Or something else? Maybe do it again?”

Can you do it again? Without waiting, I mean?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, “usually about two or three times, if I feel like it. And I almost always feel like it.”

“Same with me,” I giggled. “Once is almost never enough.”

“But, um, I think I’d like to do some kissing first. I like kissing you.”

“I like kissing you too,” I smiled.

We were both on our backs. Now Hannah turned onto her side, and I did too. We faced each other, inches apart.

“I like kissing you,” she repeated, as she slowly brought her lips to mine.

The few times she and I had kissed before, it had always been with our clothes on, so this was a different experience. As our kisses grow more intense, Hannah rolled on top of me. I loved having her soft warm body on mine, our small breasts mashing together. I stroked her back as our tongues played in one another’s mouths. The girl wasn’t exactly humping me, but her pussy was right on top of mine, and I could feel the heat of her sex through her thin panties.

We kissed that way for several minutes, not doing anything else really, just kissing and gently caressing. Hannah never grabbed for my boobs and I didn’t touch hers either. A couple of times between kisses I heard her whisper, “Julie,” but then her mouth would always cover mine again and I couldn’t respond, except to moan in pleasure.

After a while, Hannah seemed to make a decision. She completed a kiss, then suddenly shifted off of me and onto her back once more, our arms touching.

“That was nice,” she giggled.

“Yeah, I loved it,” I nodded, a trifle breathless. “I could kiss you all night long.”

“I know, so could I. But now I want to masturbate, okay?”

It seemed funny to me that Hannah would put it like that, as if kissing and masturbating were two separate activities and you couldn’t do them together, at the same time. I suppose that’s how she thought of it then. You were doing either one or the other.

In any case, that’s what we did next. We masturbated side by side, without kissing. As we played with ourselves, hands inside our panties, we shared our fantasies, talking softly about the girls we liked at school, or about some of the teachers — especially Ms. Firth.

Hannah asked, “So you think she does this too? Touches herself, I mean, in bed at night?”

“Ms. Firth? Yeah, I’m sure she must.”

“I wonder, I hope so.”

“In fact, maybe she’s doing it right now, Hannah, lying in bed, wherever she lives. Think about that. She’s naked, and she’s touching her body, those big boobs, playing with her nipples…”

“God, I love her boobs.”

“Me too. And you know what else? It could be that Ms. Firth is fantasizing too right now, thinking about the girls she likes. Maybe she’s imagining her favorite art student, that cute redhead with the English accent, picturing her naked, pretending she’s kissing her.”

“Julie, oh my god.”

“That’s what she’s doing, Hannah. Ms. Firth is masturbating, rubbing her pussy, putting her fingers inside, deep inside, then putting them in her mouth, tasting herself — only she’s imagining it’s you she’s tasting, that she’s licking you.”

“Don’t stop. Tell me more, I’m almost there!”

“Okay. Um, Ms. Firth is turning over. She’s lying on her tummy now, hands between her legs. She’s naked, humping her fingers, but she’s pretending that she’s on top of you, kissing you.”

“Uh-huh! Uh-huh!”

“And she’s not only kissing you, she’s pressing herself against you, her pussy on your pussy, pushing hard, harder, fucking you, and —”

“Ohhhhh!!!”

Hannah was climaxing.

I didn’t come at the same time as her, but that was fine. I loved watching her that way, as much as I could see in the dark. It was exciting to be there with the girl, to see her pretty face contorted with passion, eyes tightly shut, biting then licking her lips, groaning as she came.

When she finished, she let out a long, slow sigh. “Cor, that was nice…”

Then it was my turn. I shifted onto my side facing Hannah, fingers working fast between my legs. I was pretty sure it wouldn’t take me long to reach orgasm again, but I wanted to do it this time while we were kissing, if she was willing.

Fortunately Hannah had no hesitation. With my free hand I caressed her cheek, turning her toward me. As soon as she realized what I wanted, she giggled like a little girl, then brought her mouth to mine, eagerly kissing me.

The feel of her soft lips, her tongue, her scent, her gentle touch as she stroked my neck and the back of my head — all of this together with my fingers on my juicy clit brought me quickly to the edge and then over the top.

That was the last of our orgasms that night. Or perhaps I should say it was the last while we both were awake. As my spasms gradually receded, our kisses slowly ended too.

Hannah and I were spent, fulfilled, the stillness of sleep swiftly stealing over us. I turned onto my back again. Her head rested on my shoulder, an arm across my chest. Neither of us said another word, not even ‘goodnight’. We were gone.

* * *

But I awoke in the night. Perhaps it was being in a strange bed, in an unfamiliar room. Whatever it was, my eyes blinked open.

It took a moment to remember, and then I smiled to myself. I was in Hannah’s bed. She was there beside me, though turned the other way now, her bottom pressed against my hip. I was on my back, my head on a pillow.

I lay there quietly in the dark, recalling the pleasure of kissing her, masturbating with her, sharing our fantasies. Sex was so great, in whatever form. Hannah and I hadn’t really had sex yet, of course, but I was sure we would at some point, and for now this was enough. I loved it.

Thinking about what we’d done together that night made me want to masturbate again, give myself at least one more orgasm. As my mother likes to say about me, I truly am insatiable. On the other hand, if I did that, it might wake Hannah up, and she was sleeping so peacefully. Probably better to put it off.

Closing my eyes, letting out a sigh, attempting to blank my mind, I tried my best to relax and fall asleep again. But then I heard something, a thumping sound, faint but definitely noticeable. Maybe that was what woke me up — but what the hell was it? A quiet thump, repeated, rhythmic:  bump – bump – bump – bump.

I turned my head from side to side, trying to locate the source of the sound. It was somewhere inside the house, I thought, not outside. Briefly I considered waking Hannah to ask her about it, but decided not to. Instead I silently slipped out of bed and crept toward her bedroom door, opening it a crack and listening again.

The sound was louder now, and faster too, the bump-bump-bump clearly coming from the end of hall, in the direction of the room shared by the two moms. Could it be? I stepped out of the room, padding softly toward their door, wearing only my panties. The cooler air in the hallway made my nipples stiff.

As I approached the room, I paused to listen again. The thumping sound was easier to identify here. I was almost certain it was a bed bumping against a wall, and I could hear something else too, muffled voices, women’s voices. I couldn’t really tell what they were saying, and maybe it wasn’t actual words, just moans and groans, but I thought I heard someone urging, “Fuck me!”

The thumping got faster faster faster faster — there was a loud feminine cry, perhaps a pair of cries — and then suddenly everything stopped. It was totally quiet. Maybe I could hear someone breathing, or some kissing, but maybe not. Possibly I was just imagining that.

Then it occurred to me where I was and what I was doing. I was standing half-naked in the hallway of a house where I was a guest, and I was eavesdropping. Omigod! What if someone opened the door and caught me?!!

I cringed and scurried as quietly but as quickly as I could back to Hannah’s bedroom, shutting the door behind me. My heart pounded. My mind swarmed with questions. Who was it in that room down the hall, making the noises? Kelsey and Lauren? Was someone else there too? Could there have been a man, fucking one of them, or both of them?

Taking a couple of deep breaths, trying to slow my racing pulse, I walked slowly over to the bed and climbed back in. I eased close to Hannah again, not quite touching, but almost. Her body was warm. I tried to relax, but I had so much to think about.

There’d been sex going on in that bedroom, of that I was certain. But who was it? The two moms? It had to be, right? What were the chances anyone else could have come into the house and joined them so late at night?

No, the more I looked at all the possibilities, the more convinced I became: Hannah’s mother and Lindsey’s mother were having sex with each other, fucking each other. I was positive.

So, what should I do with that information? Should I tell someone, like Hannah? I didn’t think so. It wasn’t really my place to do that, and anyway, if what I thought was happening was happening, chances are she would find out soon enough on her own.

I could tell my mom, of course. I told her everything. But I made a firm decision not to say anything about it to anyone except her, not even to Kate. I trusted my sister, but I just didn’t want to take the risk. I’d hate to be thought of as someone who blabbed secrets about people.

There was one other thing I could do with the new information I had, however. I could use it to create erotic images in my mind. I could fantasize about the two attractive women, the cousins, Kelsey and Lauren. I could picture them together, making love. I was certain they were doing it, and now I could pretend I was watching them, even joining in with them, or even… oh, yes, that would be the best fantasy of all!

As I lay in the dark, I imagined that all four girls — me and Hannah, Molly and Lindsey — were inside that bedroom with Lauren and Kelsey, watching them have sex. They wanted us to watch. They especially wanted the little girls to see what they were doing. Oh my god, I Ioved that idea. It got me so hot and wet.

Both hands were between my legs now, one on my clit, the other teasing my vagina. I tried not to move too much, because I didn’t want to wake Hannah. But that only made it more exciting in a way, to play with myself as quietly and gently as possible while all those incredibly naughty images streamed through my mind.

I visualized Kelsey on top of Lauren, the smaller woman’s legs spread wide, the brunette grinding on her, grabbing her breasts, kissing her deeply. And then I made them talk. In my fantasy I had the women speak to us, telling us exactly what was happening, and using very graphic language too — talking about ‘pussies’ and ‘cunts’ and ‘fucking’ and ‘eating’.

That did it for me. When I saw a picture in my head of Kelsey humping Lauren, and when I ‘heard’ Lauren’s voice speaking to Lindsey, telling her daughter what they were doing, that’s when I lost it.

I did my best to stay silent as I came, although it wasn’t easy. I squeaked a few times, and I couldn’t stop my body from shaking as spasms burst from my center, one after another, but Hannah never woke. She slept blissfully on.

* * * 

In the morning, I came awake when I felt Hannah getting out of the bed.

I raised my head from the pillow, watching from behind as the 13-year-old padded slowly to the bedroom door, wearing nothing but her baby blue bikini panties. Instantly I became aroused again, my clit tingling. She was just so sexy — a slim, smooth body, pale skin, perfect legs, and that tight little butt, with her long red hair cascading down her back — it suddenly made me wish I’d actually tried to have sex with her the night before, been more aggressive or something, though that wasn’t usually my style.

With a big yawn, Hannah opened the door and stepped out into the hall, apparently heading for the bathroom. I looked around the room for a clock, but couldn’t find one. It was light outside, though, and birds were singing. Leaning over, reaching into my bag on the floor by the bed, I dug out my phone. It was 7:52.

I was certainly awake now, not feeling sleepy at all. I sat up, listening, trying to tell if anyone else was up. The house seemed to be quiet. After a few seconds, a toilet flushed. Which reminded me: I could use a visit too. I rummaged in my bag and pulled out a t-shirt, slipping it over my head. I’m not exactly sure why I did that, but I did. Habit, I suppose.

As I got up and started toward the door, Hannah came back into the room, yawning again.

“Hiya,” she smiled groggily, then went straight to the bed, climbing in and pulling up the covers.

I paused a moment, quietly chuckling as I watched the girl settle in to sleep some more. Okay, well, I thought, no sex this morning. I went back to my bag and found a clean pair of underwear.

In the bathroom, I peed, washed my face, and then took a quick shower, not shampooing my hair, leaving it mostly dry. I put the fresh panties on, along with the t-shirt, and opened the bathroom door.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee told me the moms were up now, or at least one of them was. I listened for a moment and heard two voices, conversing in the kitchen. On impulse, I made a decision. I looked down at myself. The shirt came to just below my waist. My nipples poked through the thin material. My panties (which had cartoon kisses on them) were visible, my legs bare. Pretty sexy.

I walked down the hall, through the living room, and into the kitchen. Lauren was standing by the stove, drinking coffee. Kelsey was seated at the small table, sipping hot tea with milk in it. Both wore knee-length robes.

“Good morning,” the women smiled.

“Good morning,” I grinned, holding out my chest, trying to look as Lolita-like as I could without actually batting my eyelashes or anything like that.

“Would you like coffee, tea, or… perhaps hot chocolate?” Kelsey asked.

“Um, maybe just a little juice if you have some?”

“Certainly,” Lauren nodded. She opened the refrigerator and took out a carton of orange juice, pouring me a small glass.

“Anyone else up yet?” Lauren asked as she handed me the glass. Her robe was loose, and I got a nice glimpse of side-boob. It seemed that modesty was not something they worried much about in that house.

“No, I don’t think so,” I said. I took a sip of the juice, then licked my lips in what I hoped was a provocative gesture. “Just little me.”

Kelsey smiled, “You’re a pretty one, you are.” Her gaze ran down my legs and then up again, pausing at my chest before returning to my face. “And I’m pleased you and Hannah’ve become friends.”

“Yeah, I like her. I like her a lot,” I nodded.

My heart was pounding. I felt color rising in my cheeks. There was no question at all about the way the woman had just looked at me. I wanted to say something else, but didn’t know what. So I just stood there.

Kelsey’s eyes went to my clearly outlined nipples again, then down to my panties. They stayed there. Hannah’s mom was staring right at my crotch!

I swallowed hard, making an effort to control my breathing. Then I leaned back against the counter, placing my feet apart, doing my best to be casual about it while arching my pelvis in her direction.

Kelsey continued to stare at me. She slowly raised her teacup, taking a sip, eyes still glued to my panties. As she took another sip, I noticed that her forearm seemed to be brushing against her chest.  It looked to me as if she was deliberately rubbing her nipple through her robe.

I glanced at Lauren. She winked at me. I visualized the attractive blonde opening her robe and dropping it to the floor, letting me see her breasts and her pussy. I looked at Kelsey again, thinking the same thing about her.

Without meaning to, I brought my legs together, clenching my thighs, stimulating my clit. It was unconscious, automatic, a reflex reaction to strong sexual desire.

“Mmmm,” Kelsey sighed, licking her lips as she set the teacup down. It might have been that she was simply enjoying the beverage, but I didn’t think so. I was pretty sure it was me she was enjoying.

Lauren put her cup down too, on the counter. She took a step toward the table, placing her hand on her cousin’s shoulder. It looked she was about to say something, but what?

My mind was racing, along with my pulse. I remembered the sexy things I’d heard the night before… and then I imagined Lauren coming over to me, taking my face in her hands, kissing me… I pictured Kelsey kneeling between my legs, eagerly pulling down my panties, nuzzling and licking my pussy… the vision seemed so real for a moment, as if it was actually happening, that I suddenly shuddered and squeezed my legs together again, even tighter than before.

“Oh my,” said Kelsey, her hand slipping inside her robe this time to fondle her breast, and then —

— a door burst open, out in the hall. We heard voices, laughter, two little girls chattering. A moment later Lindsey and Molly were in the kitchen with us, clamoring for their breakfast.

Whatever might have happened that morning between Kelsey and Lauren and me would have to happen later, if it happened at all.

Continue on to Chapter 98

10 Comments on The Joy of Looking, Chapter 97

  1. Evan says:

    Mmmmmm so hot… And as always, wanting more!

  2. Hannah says:

    Another great chapter naughty mommy it’s bringing bk loads of memories I can’t wait till the next chapter to see where it goes

    Hannah xx

  3. Jen L. Lee says:

    Beautiful erotic work, keep it up!

  4. Naughty Mommy says:

    Thank you so much, Jen, and Hannah, and Evan. Don’t worry, more is coming soon!

  5. Little Lover says:

    There is nothing sexier than mommies who love sweet tender flavors… and love to share.

  6. Debbie says:

    Another pair of knickers ruined :)

  7. Poppabear or PoppaClyde2 says:

    Ruined? Really?

    That bad, or that good. depending on whether you’re thinking about underwear stock or sensations?

    But, Debbie, darling, I’ve told you once, and I’ve told you twice, but you never listen to my advice.

    You can’t start reading these stories by Naughty Mommy, Cheryl or JetBoy with your clothes on. You just HAVE to take ‘em off!

    AND, sit on a towel or you’ll ruin the furniture or your mattress.

    You got to plan ahead, girl. Simple!

  8. Debbie says:

    I’m running out of towels too!

  9. Voracious Reader says:

    After 97 chapters you still manage to turn me on incredibly with your writing. A very hot scene at the end, such a tease!

    Looking forward to the next :)

  10. Poppabear or PoppaClyde2 says:

    “I’m running out of towels too!”

    Two big washes to do before you read anymore, Debbie!

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