Chapter 1 - Hannah Meets Eva

As soon as I stepped out of class I cursed myself for not bringing an umbrella. California weather had proven to be impossible to predict, and the jeans and light button-up boy shirt that I wore on the sunny walk to class were about to leave me frozen and drenched on the walk back.

 “Not exactly dressed for the weather are you?” I heard a voice from behind me. It was Eva, the strangely tall Japanese girl who sat in front of me in German Lit.

I remembered being a little pissed off that such a tall girl would be sitting in the front row, but now, seeing the childish smirk with which she was staring at me, I admit I felt strangely exhilarated. She wore tall rain boots, and held a huge blue umbrella covered with rain clouds.

 “You must be a local,” I said.
 
“Born and raised.” Her eyes gleamed with a childish excitement. You would think she hadn’t just spent a day at school, but had instead skipped and gone white-water-rafting or something equally exciting and obscure. But no, there she was today in both classes that I had with her, sitting obnoxiously tall in the front row each time.

 “My name is Hannah,” I said politely.
 
“Eva.”

“I know.”

“How did you know?”

“You’re so damn tall it’s hard not to notice you in class.” This made her giggle. 

“Nice to meet you Hannah,” was all she said. “I’d like to walk you home”

“Oh, no. It’s all right. The rain will teach me a lesson.”

“What sort of lesson?”

“To bring an umbrella.”

“But I have an umbrella here. I read once that if you want something intensely enough, it’ll happen for you. Well, you wanted the umbrella intensely enough for me to show up here. So now I’m here and it looks like I’m obligated to walk you home.” I wanted to say something stupid like “you’re pretty smart, huh?” but resisted. 

“Well if you have to, you have to” are the words that came out. 

She walked up close to me, so that her umbrella would cover me, and looked down at my face. I had known her for a couple of days but still hadn’t stood right next to her. If she hadn’t been so childish, her height would have been intimidating.

“Well,” she said, “lets go.” It was comforting to walk next to her. For a while I forgot to even try to make conversation.

“Must be strange seeing all these new people move into town every year,” I started.

“Tell me about it,” she said. “It’s interesting to see who sticks around though.”

“What kind of people stick around?” I asked. She thought for a while.

“The ones who have no idea what they want out of life. Or the ones who know exactly what they want.”

“Which kind are you?” I asked her.

“Well, it was never my choice to stick around, but I usually know what I want,” she smiled.

“That’s good. I never know what I want.”

“You always know what you want.” Eva’s eyes became intensely serious for a second. “You just get too scared to tell anyone about it."

“Oh.” I said.

“Yep.” She said lightly and went seamlessly back to her energetic, childish smile. She stepped happily into every puddle on the road. “You really need to get some rain boots,” she added.

“I know,” I said. We walked quietly the rest of the way. I led her down the alley towards the back entrance of my apartment.

“This is it,” I told her. She just laughed. “What is it?” I asked.

“See that house right there?” She pointed down the alley and across the street. “That one’s me. We’re neighbors”

“Oh wow!” I said. “Do you live by yourself?”

“Nah. With a couple other girls who never managed to leave town. Drop by sometime, I’ve got something I think you’ll like.” With that, she did a theatrical bow, turned, and strided back down the alley towards her place. Without me by her side, her pace almost doubled, her long legs looked like stilts navigating through the puddles on the ground. Filled with curiosity, I watched her walk away. Who was this girl? Why did she talk so strangely? Why did I feel so awkward next to her? I walked into my place and suddenly everything inside seemed so dreary, lifeless. My heart was racing and all I could think about was Eva. Her confident stride as she walked next to me, her bright eyes. 

Fuck. Did I have a crush on this girl? I had felt this way a few times before in elementary school about a few of my girlfriends, but when I told my mom that I had feelings for them, she told me I was being silly, and that they were just good friends. But now I felt those feelings coming back. Maybe I did just want to be friends with Eva, hear more of her strange philosophies, walk with her to school, but also… I felt myself wondering what that tall, slender body looked like naked. 

“Shit,” I said to myself. Without bothering to put anything else on, I went out my door, and headed straight down the alley towards Eva’s place. My heart was racing as I walked up the steps to her porch and knocked on the door. I started feeling cold again as I waited for her to answer. When the door opened it wasn’t Eva behind it, but a stoned looking redhead girl wearing a big hoodie with seemingly nothing under it, listening to headphones. She was brushing her teeth, and looked like had just gotten out of bed. She lifted up one of the headphones and asked me who I was.

“I’m looking for Eva,” I said. She pointed up the stairs and walked back into the house, continuing to brush her teeth and sway with the music in her headphones. The house seemed old, lived in by generation after generation of college kids. It was cluttered like a bachelor pad, but it didn’t feel dirty somehow, more like cozy. I slipped off my shoes and walked up the stairs.

“Eva!” I called. No response. The stairs led to a hallway with three doors on one side, one of them was ajar. I walked down, not knowing what to do. “Eva!” I called again.

“Boo!” She scared the shit out of me. It took me a moment to realize that her voice had come from directly above. Her smiling face was peeking out at me from the attic door in the ceiling, and her long black hair hung straight down over it making her look like something out of those Japanese horror movies.

“You gave me a heart attack” I tried to laugh it off.

“Sorry babe. I knew you’d come,” she was still smiling. “Watch out,” she said, and hanging on the edge of the attic entrance, lowered herself down and jumped next to me. She was like a gymnast. If I tried to pull a move like that I’d break my neck.

“Want some tea?” She asked me “You look cold as hell.”

“Please.”

“Ok, wait here,” she told me, and sprinted down the stairs. I stood in the hallway and looked up at the entrance to the attic. No stairs. She must have had to do a pull-up to get up there. This didn’t help to alleviate my girl-crush. I pictured her arm muscles tensing, her abs getting rigid as she pulled herself up, giggling the whole time at the scare she was going to give me. How did she know I was going to come back?

“Boo!” Fuck, She did it again. I turned around, heart racing, to see her now next to me holding a steaming cup of tea, smiling as big as always.

“You’re too easy,” she laughed and handed me the cup. I was starting to feel silly for having feelings for someone who acted like a ten year old boy.

“Nice place,” I told her.

“Yeah,” she said. “It used to be my parents’” The way she said it made me feel like I shouldn’t ask about her parents.

“You said you wanted to show me something,” I ventured.

“Oh! Right. How big are your tits?”

“Excuse me?”

“Your boobs. What size bra do you wear?”

“Umm… 36 F, I don’t know sometimes E depending on the kind, Why?”

“I knew it!” She smirked. “Follow me.” She walked into the room at the far end of the hall. I followed her. The room had a bed with no sheets, and a table with nothing on it. A bong stood on the floor in the corner. “What are you showing me?” I asked her, feeling very strange.

“Ok, so you know how I said I live with a couple girls who never managed to leave town. Well up until a few months ago I used to live with three girls, until one of them actually did manage to leave town. Super rich girl, just living here to to go to college. Anyway, she ended up doing a little too much of this,” -She mimed putting a tab of acid on her tongue- “and then at one point she just took off. Back home or somewhere. Left everything. All her clothes, all her books. We thought she’d come back, but then she called one day and told us to just get rid of the stuff. She didn’t want to come back for it, didn’t even want to see it.”

“Wow,” was all I could say.

“I guess she wanted to forget her life her completely. Anyway, we gave away all her books and clothes already, but she had all this really expensive lingerie that nobody can fit. I mean like some Paris Hilton expensive shit. Handmade in Italy.” She opened a drawer and pulled out a frilly blue bra. “And look at this,” she showed me the tag: 36F.

“Perfect, right?” She grinned at me.

“I don’t know,” I hedged. “I don’t even know this girl.”

“Oh it’s fine,” she said. “We looked it up online, this bra alone costs like 250 bucks. This isn’t just some Victoria’s Secret shit. And it isn’t every day you can find someone to fit this kind of thing. I could wear it on my head,” she laughed. It made me a little sad to hear. I could never even buy a dress that cost that much, but here was a single bra, left behind by some spoiled girl. I had to admit it was beautiful; the lace pattern, the vibrant blue. It looked sturdy and comfortable as hell.

“Fine,” I said. “Thanks.” Eva handed the bra to me with a satisfied look in her eyes. We stood there a little awkwardly.

“Well, try it on,” she told me. I could feel myself starting to blush. 

“I’m sure it'll fit. I’ll try it on at home.”

“Just try it on here.”

“What, right here?”

“Yeah, why not?”

“Umm..”

“Oh come on, you have F cups and you're embarrassed? Were all girls here.” She was strangely convincing. At this point she was blatantly staring at my chest.

“I like you,” she said.

“I like you too,” I could barely breathe. Goosebumps were starting to rise on my skin. Was I really about to take my shirt off in front of this girl? I could feel my nipples harden at the thought.

“I could feel that,” Eva told me. She closed the door behind her. And latched the lock. I could sense her playful childishness turning into something more delicate, more elegant, something intensely feminine. She walked up to me and looked down into my eyes. The feeling of her towering over me was so exciting. I felt like she was about to kiss me right then. But instead, she sat down on the table, and just looked at me, waiting.

“Well, try it on,” her eyes gleamed with excitement. I couldn’t tell if her challenge felt dirty or innocent, But the look in her eyes, her calmness made me feel suddenly very comfortable. I don’t know how she did it, but my nerves seemed to melt away. This is what we were doing now: In an abandoned room in an old house on a rainy day, we were just two girls, and I was about to take my shirt off. Like the show and tell I used to play as a kid. The clarity of it all felt intoxicating. Eva’s eyes followed my hands as I started to undo the buttons of my shirt. I liked wearing dress shirts that fit snugly around my chest. I liked the way they accentuated my curves, the way they added a bit of support for my heavy breasts. What I liked even more was the feeling of coming home at the end of the day and feeling the release as I undid the buttons, the way I could feel my boobs drop and stretch my skin a little. The look on Eva’s face sent chills down my spine as I slowly undid button after button. She let out a cute little gasp when I finally opened my shirt and let her see me in my bra. Her gaze didn’t feel perverted, but innocently curious. It made me feel at ease. It made me feel sexy.

“You have huge tits,” she let out, candidly.

“I know,” I giggled. “I have to lug them around all the time”

“What’s it like?”

“Sometimes it sucks, sometimes it’s awesome. Like all things I guess.” I could feel them getting warmer, almost as if the intensity of her gaze was heating them up. My boobs had had many admirers over the years; being the only girl in middle school with a C cup certainly made me grow up fast, I remembered all the boys in high school who barely ever looked me in the eye, all my girlfriends who squealed whenever I let them squeeze them before a dance or something, my boyfriend who would massage them until they were sore; but there was something different in the way Eva was looking at me. I felt like she expected nothing. Like if I put my shirt back on right now and walked off telling her this was uncomfortable she’d just shrug and walk me out. She’d even let me keep the bra anyway. This of course just made me want to take my bra off even more. I smiled at how patiently she was sitting in front of me, just looking, admiring.

“You really want to see them, huh?” I asked her.

“You’re starting to like teasing me,” she answered. As soon as she said it I knew it was true.

“You’re making me feel sexy,” I whispered.

“You are sexy,” she said. I reached back and undid the clasp on my bra. I felt the weight of my boobs even more, and the stretching of my skin shot a chill through my whole body, I could fully feel the weight of my tits resting against me. I let my bra drop to the ground and Eva let out the cutest little moan and bit her lip.

“They’re fucking beautiful,” she said. My whole body was tingling at the sensation of being revealed to her. I had always felt a little self-conscious of them, getting naked in the locker-room, even in front of my ex, like they made me a kind of a specimen, but she really did make me feel beautiful, looking at me that way.

“Damn girl you’re blessed,” she went on. “I wish I had tits like that.”

I could only giggle nervously. “Yours are nice too,” was all I could say.

“You can’t take a compliment huh?” She asked me.

“I guess not.”

“Don’t feel like you deserve them?”

“I guess not.” I could feel myself gravitating towards her. I let my feet take a few steps closer to her. I was now standing right in front of her, between her legs as she sat on the table. I could feel myself blushing. I could feel my pussy getting warm, slippery.

“Could I touch them?” She asked.

“I thought I was just trying on a bra” I said. She just looked right at me. I felt like she could read my thoughts. I didn’t move. It was all happening faster than I could understand it. I wanted to feel her hands on them. I wanted her to squeeze them hard. I wanted her to… I couldn’t help but let out a gasp when I felt her fingertips against the skin of my belly, sliding up slowly.

“Yes,” I whispered, and closed my eyes. The feeling was electrifying when I finally felt her hands on my tits. He touch was so soft, so elegant, but firm, squeezing the soft flesh of my tits, relieving me of their weight, and then letting them drop again. She’d squeeze them tightly, and then rub her palms lightly over my hardening nipples. I opened my eyes and looked at her face. I laughed a little.

“What?” she asked me.

“You look like you’re having so much fun.”

“You kidding?” she laughed.

“This stuff is never fun,” I sighed.

“No? What is it then?”

 “I don’t know. Always so serious. Like I’m obligated to be sexy or feel good or something.”

“I know what you mean,” she said, still holding my tits.

“I barely even know you but this just feels so easy. I can feel sexy without even trying. There’s no pressure.”

“You’ve never been with a girl before huh?” She asked me.

“No, never.”

“Ah, damn, I should have asked you,” she said

“No. Don’t worry about it. I actually really like this.”

“I’m glad,” she smiled. “I kinda don’t wanna let go of your boobs.”

“You don’t need to. I like how you hold them” I told her. We stood there like that for a little while: with her just holding my boobs, me looking at her. Her hands looked tiny holding onto my tits. But they felt warm, delicate. I’d played with my tits a thousand times before but it never felt like this. I was starting to breathe heavily. I could feel my pussy getting warmer and warmer.

“Have you been with a lot of girls?” I asked her.

“I’ve been with a few,” she said candidly.

“Is this how you get them?” I asked. “Luring them in to try on a bra?”

“You’re the first one whos been able to fit that bra, hun.” She said. “Can I see you in it?”

“Sure.” She let go of me, handed me the bra, and leaned back, just stared at me. The lace felt so soft and smooth. I could tell it was expensive. I lifted my boobs into it and clasped it behind me. It was so fucking comfortable, soft against my shoulders, just the right amount of lift, and my cleavage looked amazing. I stepped back to let her get a better look at me.

“Like it?” I asked her, sticking my chest out proudly.

“I love it. You’re a beautiful girl, you know that?”

“Thanks,” I said. We stood there for a little while, looking at each other awkwardly. I was horny as hell, but she was just sitting there, calm. “I’ve never felt like this before. I mean, about a girl.”

“I’m honored,” She smiled.

“This is freaking me out a little,” I said.

“It’s ok. You can put your shirt back on if you want.”

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“It’s cool,” She said. And I really felt like she meant it. I picked up my shirt off of the ground and put it back on. I felt so elegant with this fine piece of lingerie underneath. The buttons around my tits felt extra tight. My nipples were still a little hard. Was all this really happening? Was I a lesbian?

“I need a little time to think,” I told Eva.

“I understand,” She said. I unlocked the door and found my way down the stairs and outside. It was still raining when I went out, and the cool drops felt refreshing on my hot skin. I felt them starting to soak through my clothes and hair. I could still feel her hands on my tits. I could still see her beautiful face. I had to be honest with myself. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to touch her like she touched me. I wanted to undress her, to feel her skin against mine. To press myself against her. I wanted her to keep admiring my tits. I wanted to see her pussy. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I kept saying to myself, trying to beat this feeling away. I looked straight up towards the sky and let the raindrops fall on my face. I stopped thinking.

I don’t know how long I stood there like that, but eventually the impulse became too strong to resist. “This is my life,” I told myself, was I really about to just go back home? The longer I stood there the more I was powerless to resist it. I would regret it forever if I didn’t: I turned back. Without knocking, I went back into the house.

I strode up the stairs and down the hallway, not caring that the rain was dripping off of me all over the floor. I went right up to the same room where I left Eva. There she still was, still sitting on the table, looking dreamily at the rain falling against the window. She gave me the cutest smile when she saw me standing there at the door.

“Let me guess,” I started, “you knew I was going to come back again?”

“Let’s say I hoped you would. But it was pretty obvious.”

“How?”

“You’re horny as hell,” She laughed.

“Am I that transparent?” I blushed.

“Well, you came back didn’t you. It’s ok. Come here, what’s bothering you?” I kicked off my shoes and sat down on the table next to her.

“Well it’s just that I’ve never done this before and I just met you and I’m not sure where this will go and …” She put her hand on my leg.

“Listen -” She cut me off, the look on her face was serious again, like it was when she was walking me home.

“You think too much. If you’re worried that I’m going to start stalking you or something, don’t. And if you’re worried that you might enjoy it, well… why?” I sat there looking down at her hand resting on my leg. Indeed, why?

“If you’re worried what anyone will say, I won't tell anybody, trust me. My roommates are all really friendly to this kind of thing. They know who I am and they respect me. Nobody's gonna go talking shit. You met Sarah downstairs? The girl with the headphones? She's a lesbian too. And our other housemate Tina, well she's not, but she likes to pretend she is. Anyway, all I'm saying is that there's no judgment here." I was mesmerized as she told me all of this. Her intelligent dark eyes were piercing right through me, her carefully articulated words made me feel like a child next to her. It didn't help that she was like a foot taller than me.

"Why do I get the feeling that you've said this before?" I asked her.

"Because I have," she didn't even hesitate. "Look, I'm not going to lie, I've been with a few girls before. I'm not a slut or anything, it's just that I had a really strict upbringing, and when I came here, I understood right away that if I didn't follow my gut about this, I'd die on the inside. You know?"

"Yeah, I know," I admitted, "You're lucky that you know what you want, that you can just go for it."

"You keep saying that you don't know what you want, but look at you, you came back here didn't you? You undressed for me didn't you? Did you like how I touched you?"

"I loved it," I whispered.

"Well then? I think you're giving yourself too hard a time about this. Women have been loving women for centuries. There's nothing wrong with what were doing. You hear me?"

"You're pretty convincing," I laughed.

"I know I am." Her face was really close to me now. Her black hair was hanging loosely around it. I could feel her breath against my face. It smelled sweet.

"Now don't think too much. If you knew that nobody would ever judge you for it, what would you say you wanted right now?"

"I want to kiss you," I murmured inaudibly.

"Huh?"

I just went for it. I met her lips with mine. Her soft mouth lingered against mine, motionless but alive, patient. I started to run my tongue along her lips, and felt her mouth open and her soft tongue met mine. It was so warm and wet. Her saliva tasted like honey to me. She moaned a little as I circled my tongue around hers. I reached around and grabbed her by the waist. The muscles of her back were taught and well-defined. I could feel through her shirt that there wasn't an ounce of fat on her body. I drew her in closer to me and squeezed my breasts against hers. I kept kissing her more and more intensely until I was nearly out of breath. My whole body was tingling at the feeling of having her so close to me. My breasts desperately wanted to feel her touch again. My pussy was getting more and more slippery. Our mouths parted finally and I pressed my forehead against hers. We breathed together. I saw her long legs dangling off of the table as she sat next to me, I saw her perky breasts heaving with her breath under her thin grey cotton t-shirt, I saw a devious little smile form on her lips.

"Good girl," She whispered. "What do you want now?"

"I want to see your body."

"It's only fair," she smiled and kissed me again. "Let's get off this damn table and go somewhere more comfortable, shall we?"

"Good idea," I laughed. With all the excitement I hardly noticed that we had been sitting on a hard wooden table this whole time. I got up and stretched myself out, being sure to stick my chest out extra far. It delighted me how her eyes deviously lingered on my boobs before meeting my eyes again. She made no effort at all to hide that she was staring at them, and it was refreshing as hell. "Where should we go?" I asked her.

"My room is right down the hall," she said, getting up. She stood in front of me at full height and looked down into my eyes.

"You're really tall," I said stupidly.

"And you've got really big tits," she laughed. "Yeah, whenever I go back to Japan I'm like a freak. My mom and dad are about as tall as you are, but for some reason, here I am: This giant lanky thing."

"I think your body is fascinating," I told her honestly.

"Yeah, that's a word for it. Come on, I'll let you see it." She took me by the hand and led me out of the abandoned room. My old white bra was still lying on the floor where I had dropped it earlier. How long had it been since then? An hour? Two? Twenty minutes? I was losing all sense of time. And it felt great. Feeling like I was being led into some deep dark forest on an adventure, I followed Eva down the hall and into her room. The sound of the rain beating down on the house was comforting. the feeling of her warm hand around mine was comforting. Hell, I was no longer ashamed to admit it: This whole thing felt perfect.
The room she led me into seemed to match her personality perfectly: a strange unique mix of the childish and the ageless. A translucent blue drape hung over the window giving the whole room a cool, refreshing feel as the light went through it. There were a bunch of Japanese posters all over the walls, for what looked like romantic comedies, all with cute girls with big smiles. A rickety old piano stood in the corner, with stacks of books on top of it. There were more stacks of books along the walls on the ground. By the door was an assortment of different colored Converse, perfectly spaced out in a way that reminded me of a crayon box. Her bed was nothing but a mattress on the floor, or not even a mattress but what looked like a bunch of sheets folded over each other to form a cushion. It took up half the room and had a little raincloud pattern on it, like the one on her umbrella. There was a little lamp that stood by her bed in the form of a fox holding a lantern. I stood there for a moment taking it all in, still holding her hand.

"You play the piano?" I asked her finally.

"I used to. All Asian kids have to play the piano," she laughed. "This one's been here since before I even moved in. I mess around with it sometimes but its pretty out of tune. I haven't played seriously since I was a teenager."

"Why'd you stop?" I wondered.

"I became a track star. Hurdles. Didn't have much time for music after that. My parents were kinda pissed, but what can you do?"

"Do you still run?"

"Hell yeah," she said proudly. "I'm like the MVP of our track team."

"Oh, I didn't know we had a track team."

"Every school has a track team" She came up close to me and put her face near mine. It was a little silly how she had to bend down a bit to do it.

"Do your parents know that you're..." As soon as I started to ask the question I could tell that I shouldn't have. Her face started to look troubled, but then in an instant regained its composure of childish confidence.

"I'm brave, but I'm not that brave," she told me. "Let's not worry about that right now. All that we need to know is that I like you, and you like me, and I think I owe you something."

"Huh?"

"You said you wanted to see my body." She was so damn confident it made my heart jump a little.

"I do," I said.

"Ok then, make yourself comfortable." She closed the door behind us and latched the lock. She took me across the room and sat me down on her bed. It was more comfortable than it looked. I sat there with my legs crossed as she walked away from me across the room and stood by the window. She looked out for a few moments, and the soft light against her face made her look so elegant, so sexy. Even this, I understood, even her just standing there was part of the show she was putting on for me. I felt like she was giving herself over to me without even touching me, without even looking at me. Something about the way she stood there told me that she was standing there "for me". It made me feel powerful. Like I could take all the time in the world eating her up with my eyes. She was dressed simply - she wore a tight grey cotton shirt that ended just below her abdomen, and jeans. I looked at the little sliver of belly that could be seen under her shirt. It looked tight and muscular, but pale and delicate at the same time.

After a few moments of this, she looked back at me and smiled. She was teasing me. Slowly she reached down and unbuttoned her pants. She undid her zipper to reveal that she wasn't wearing any underwear. I could see a patch of thick black hair coming out from her fly. My heart started to pound in my chest, and I knew that she could feel my reaction too. She started to pull her pants down, but stopped. She went to lift up her shirt instead. Slowly she pulled it over her belly, and every inch of her skin she revealed to me made my heart pound harder and harder. I had never seen a girl with a body like this. She had a perfect six-pack, not bulky like a guy's, but lean and stretched over her whole abdomen. I bit my lip. My hands were getting restless. I made a movement to touch myself, and right away, as if she could read my mind, Eva gave me a glace that told me to go ahead. I started to rub my warm pussy through my jeans. I could feel my juices starting to flow. She kept pulling her shirt up over her perky breasts. She was wearing a simple black bra, which seemed to match perfectly the color of her fuzzy pubic hair. She pulled the shirt over her head and dropped it on the ground. Without even unbuttoning it, I pulled mine off too. I was rubbing my pussy harder and harder, starting to moan a little bit.

"Getting a little carried away, babe?" Eva asked me gently.

"Come here," I moaned. She walked over to me silently, elegantly, and sat down in the bed in front of me, legs crossed.

"Don't come yet," she whispered, grabbing hold of my hand. Her grip was strong. "You'll come when I make you come. And trust me, I'll make you come. Okay?"

"Okay," I moaned. This was a side of her I had not seen yet: assertive, like a bossy little girl setting the rules a game.

"Touch me instead," she commanded me. She threw off her bra and put my hand against her breast. Her little boobs were so firm and perky. They were the perfect extension of her fit, slender body. She moaned a little as I squeezed them.

"Go easy," she said. "They're small but they're really sensitive." I had never felt another girls breasts before. Sure, I had squeezed my girlfriends' boobs before when we were playing around, but this was completely different. It was so intimate, so beautiful, holding in my hands the most delicate part of this perfectly sculpted athletic body. Well not the most delicate part, I thought, looking down at the little patch of hair I could see coming out through her open fly.

"Go ahead," she whispered through her moans, "lose yourself, my body is yours to explore." Hearing this shot electricity through my body. I let my hands run all over her. I had never felt such a combination of taught muscles and soft skin before, and it was driving me crazy. My hands were exploring all over her torso and arms, as if I could absorb her whole essence through the flesh of my hands. I longed to feel her flesh against mine. I unlatched my bra and let it fall off of me. My boobs burst out of it, swollen with excitement. I went up to sit on her lap, wrapping my legs around her waist, pressing my big soft breasts against her little perkies. She whelped as our tits touched each other's. The look on her face was no longer childish and no longer elegant, but something else, she was in ecstasy; lost, but completely here, feeling every movement and touch so fully, hiding nothing.

She was completely vulnerable. I caught myself for a moment, in awe of her expression. This is how we all dream that great sex is like: no reservations, no nerves, no pressure, no hesitation, no rushing - just being. I wanted to be like her. I wanted to be with her. I caught myself thinking, and stopped. I just let myself be pulled off into her world. I met her lips again with a kiss and held nothing back. The kiss was sloppy and slobbery, our tongues were circling each others, we were biting each other's lips, running our hands along each other's backs, squeezing ourselves tightly into each other. I had never kissed someone like this before. I finally understood what people meant by the expression "sparks were flying". I started to rub my pussy against her stomach, through my jeans. She got the clue pretty quickly. She threw me off of her and laid me down on my back.

"You want me to touch you?" She asked me, grabbing my tits in her hands.

"Mmhmm" I moaned

"Where do you want me to touch you?" She demanded.

"I want you to touch my pussy, baby," I moaned. Seeing her smile when she heard that almost made me come then and there. She gave my tits on last firm squeeze, and then ran her hands down my belly. She found the button of my jeans and undid it slowly, looking into my eyes. I felt like I was in the hands of an expert, I just relaxed back, and took my tits in my hands. Firmly, She pulled my pants and panties down in one go. I felt the chill. I was completely naked in front of her. I spread my legs and exposed my hairless pussy to another girl for the first time.

I felt so fucking sexy under her eyes, with her strong hands running all over my body. My moist, hot pussy felt cool against the air, It begged for her touch, but she only ran her hands up and down my naked legs, along the inside of my thighs, and when she was about to reach my pussy, she would turn her hands around and run them right back down my legs again, to my feet. She knew exactly how to tease me. My pussy was pulsating with the desire to be touched. I fought the impulse to reach down and start fingering it myself. All I did was start to moan in ecstatic frustration. My pussy felt like it was about to turn inside out. I started clenching my muscles inside, and felt my wetness start to slowly pour out. I could almost feel her gaze on my most private part. I was letting this girl who I just met see me so intimately, but I felt so comfortable. It all felt so right.

Eva's hands were working their way slowly towards my opening now. She was running them so slowly along my inner thighs, closer and closer to my pussy, and just as I thought she was about to touch it, she grasped me firmly right around the sides of it and spread my labia apart, the skin around my clit pulled taught around it and made me squeal. She alternated pushing the flesh of my pussy together, and stretching it apart, the whole time without ever touching me, but sending ripples of pleasure throughout my whole body. She kept stretching the skin around my clit, making it desperate for her touch. I wanted to grab her head and mash my clit against her mouth, but I restrained myself. This teasing was just too perfect, too masterful to interrupt, the look on her face too intent.
And again, as if she could read my mind, I saw her start to lower her face down toward my pussy. I bucked my hips up to meet it. Again, her hands spread my pussy apart so far that I could feel my vagina stretching open, my clit sticking out and harder than it's ever been before, I could feel it twitching, just fucking begging to be touched. I started to moan louder and louder, her face was so close to me that I could feel the warmth of her breath against the cool wetness of my pussy. She hadn't even touched me yet and I was starting to feel like I was about to come. I was squeezing my huge tits as hard as I could, moaning louder and louder, "Please," I started to beg her, "please Eva, please." Every time I tried to push my pussy into her mouth she'd only move her head back. I was right on the edge. "Please, please, please". I was completely hers - This silly girl with the rain-cloud umbrella.

And then It happened. I felt the tip of her warm tongue meet my clit and it was fucking over. I was starting to drool I came so hard. I was screaming so loud it felt like the whole neighborhood would hear. And I didn't give a fuck. My whole body was convulsing. My pussy felt like it was exploding. I kept moaning and moaning as I felt wave after wave of orgasm go through my body. I was in another world. This girl had given me the orgasm of my life with one touch of her tongue. When I finally came to, I could hear Eva giggling, looking at me in the cutest way. She was sitting up between my legs, her mouth, neck and chest were glistening with wetness.

"Holy shit is that all me?" I asked her

"Yep." She rubbed it around her chest proudly. "Hannah is a squirter."

"Holy shit," I kept saying, "I've never come like that before."

"I bet," She smiled, licking her lips. She was sitting there, completely without embarrassment, with my come all over her mouth and chest.

"Holy fuck." I lifted myself up and kissed her on the lips. Her mouth was slippery with my come. I had gotten wet before, but never so much, I was astounded at how wet I got her. I didn’t realize I tasted so sweet. I was still catching my breath.

"How are you so good?" I asked her.

"I pay attention," she said with a smirk. "I could teach you."

"You can?" I was starting to get nervous, but then I realized it was nothing but excitement. I was about to see a real pussy for the first time. I was about to touch a pussy for the first time. I was about to taste one. And it belonged to this beautiful, mysterious, confident girl. It felt like it was my birthday. I no longer had any doubts about what I wanted. Not in that moment.

"Will you let me see it?" I asked her.

"Of course," She said, and laid back. The rain continued to pound against the roof, and pour down the window. Slowly she started to pull her jeans down. Even more than seeing another girls pussy for the first time, I was astounded by her legs. Not that I knew anything about the subject, but these were obviously a runner's legs. Insanely long, muscular, smooth and tanned to perfection from countless hours on the track. I felt myself starting to drool a little, looking down at them. They just kept going and going until finally Eva's pants went over her feet, and she gently tossed them across the room. I'd noticed she was fit, but having her lying there naked in front of me really hit the point home - I'd never seen a body like this outside of watching the Summer Olympics - somehow it didn't seem real. I started to feel a little like I was in the presence of royalty. I wouldn't make it over a hurdle if someone shot me out of a cannon, and here was this girl, the possessor of a body that was like a natural miracle.

"Don't be nervous," She said, peeking down at me.

"You're perfect," I said.

"Don't be silly," She smiled, running her hands up her thighs and resting them on her stomach. "You've never seen another naked girl before, I'm guessing?"

"We'll I've seen pictures and girls in the locker room and..."

"But you've never really seen one."

"Not like this, no." This made her smile even more. I couldn't tell if she was teasing me or delighting in being some kind of ambassador of the female sex.

"Take your time," Was all she said.

Up until this moment I had been frozen, staring. My body was still coming down from the orgasm, and I was starting to feel giddy, I started running my hands up and down her body, feeling every muscle under her silky smooth skin. Every part of her was firm and sinewy, but completely relaxed, and super sensitive. I could tell from the sounds she was making that she was really feeling every touch of my fingertips, taking in every caress as if I was telling her something of deadly importance with it, sometimes responding with a little moan, sometimes just with a breath. I ran my fingers around the muscles of her stomach, circled her boobs with my fingertips, kneaded the incredible muscles of her thighs. I had to stop myself from wondering how the hell I got here. It didn't matter. I was starting to think that people who thought such things never really let themselves get anywhere special. I let my hands do my thinking for me. They drank in every sensation that her body could give me.

I was salivating so much. Eva too, was getting more and more turned on by the minute. Slowly she spread her long legs wide open around me. She didn't need to say anything. I brought my face down close to her pussy.

"I'm not sure what to do," I said.

"You're saying it like you don't have one yourself," She smirked.

"I know but . . . what do you like?"

"Just look at it first. Trust your instincts," She said and relaxed onto a pillow.

I had been shaving my pussy by habit since high school just because I thought It's what you're supposed to do, but seeing Eva's full, dark bush made me a little jealous. It made her pussy look more elegant somehow, more mature, it had character. I cleared the hair to the sides so I could get a real look at her pussy, the hair was much softer than it looked, I felt myself wanting to nuzzle my face against it, but kept looking. The first thing I noticed was that her clitoris was much bigger than mine. Everything down there seemed bigger - while I had tidy little inner lips, hers were the kind of scrunched up hangy ones I'd seen in pictures. The whole thing was darker than mine, and when I spread the lips, the delicate hole inside was nice and pink. It really was amazing, how many different kinds of vaginas there are, and how Eva's seemed to match her personality perfectly. I felt like if I were to look at a thousand of them, I'd be able to point to this one right away and say it's hers. There was something about it...

I looked up and noticed Eva had been watching me the whole time. Admiring me admiring her.

"It's beautiful," I told her, still spreading it a little with my fingers.

She gave me a cute little smile. All she said was "Thanks."

I kept looking at it for a few moments longer. A little bit of wetness formed around her opening. Without even thinking, my tongue darted down and licked it up. Her body jolted as it felt my touch. I tasted another girls pussy for the first time. I played with the wetness a little on my tongue. She tasted pretty much how I expected her to, pretty much like me, but with a little different fragrance, with a certain kind of sweetness. I saw her pussy hole contract and her big clit twitch a little. I didn't want to take it in my mouth yet. Instead, I sucked her labia inside my lips, and started to slide them around between my tongue. My own labia weren't at all big enough for something like this, but it seemed to feel amazing. Eva was starting to moan, still looking right down at me, now with the sexiest look of pleasure I'd ever seen. Her mouth was hanging open and she was breathing hard. Letting out a little moan with each breath.

I kept exploring her pussy with my mouth. For some reason it felt like I'd done this already a thousand times before - perhaps in my imagination when I masturbated - I'd imagine a wet tongue down there, tracing all the movements of my fingers - and now my own tongue was between Eva's legs, tracing all of those familiar motions all over her pussy. It felt like half an hour passed this way. I was lost in time. I kept flicking her big clit faster and faster with my tongue. I wanted to make her come so badly.

More and more minutes passed this way, and my tongue was getting fucking exhausted. Eating pussy was hard. She kept moaning and her body kept writhing, but she wasn't coming. My tongue gave out. It felt numb. I rested my face against her pubes and caught my breath a little bit. She did too. With her strong legs, she grabbed me and pulled me up on top of her so we would be face to face. Without giving me a chance to wipe my mouth, she started to kiss me energetically. My tongue was still too tired to move, but hers was doing more than enough of the work. She seemed to really enjoy her own taste. It was a curious feeling being kissed right after making out with her pussy for the better part of an hour. It was like all of a sudden I was getting kissed back. I started to feel a little bad.

"I wanted to make you come," I whispered to her between kisses.

"I know," she said to me with a warm look in her eyes.

"I want to satisfy you," I said.

"You did," she said with a little laugh.

"You know what I mean. Was there something I did wrong?"

"You tried too hard to make me come. It made me self conscious."

"Oh," The thought of making this girl self conscious felt impossible to me, but she was human after all.
 
"Was that your first time?" She asked me.

"Yeah" I said.

"Then you should get some kind of award. You're a natural. Next time don't try so hard. Watch." She closed her eyes and slid her hands up and down her body and then she gently grasped her breasts. She let out a moan as she started to massage them slowly.

I sat back against the blankets and just watched her. Her entire body seemed to move as one unit, her hips bucking, her elbows out, her hands on her breasts, her head writhing in ecstasy. At first I thought she was just warming herself up, playing with her tits like that, but then I remembered that with all the licking I did down there, she was plenty warm. This meant that what she was doing was the main attraction. Was she really going to come just by playing with her tits? I could tell by the way she was starting to speed up her rhythm, the way her face was losing any semblance of control, and was melting into the purest expression of pleasure - I could tell that she was going to come. I wrapped myself in a blanket and sat down beside her and just watched. I was too enthralled to even start touching myself.

Eva was revealing everything to me. Not just her body, but her whole pleasure, she was releasing herself for me.
I could swear that a tiny little orgasm fluttered through my body as I watched her come. She came without even touching her pussy, and oh my fucking god did she come. My jaw dropped as I watched that lean, muscular, strong body writhe under the force of a truly earth-shaking orgasm. She wasn't so vocal, but her body said it all. I sat and stared at her as she caught her breath. It was like watching the tide go out. This tumultuous orgasm was slowly drifting away into tranquility.

"You can come just by playing with your tits?" I asked her

"Sometimes I can come without touching myself at all," She whispered, she looked nearly asleep after her orgasm. She just laid her head back on the pillow and spoke to me in a soft voice. "But usually not with anyone watching me."

"You really get self-conscious?" I lowered myself down closer to her, so I could speak to her more delicately, not yet to pull her out of her little post-orgasm wonderland.

"Everyone gets self-conscious," she said.

"For some reason I thought that you didn't."

"I'm human like anyone else."

"I don't think you're like everyone else."

"I said anyone else," she corrected me. I didn't quite understand why.

"I think you've taught me more about sex than I've ever learned my whole life," I confessed to her.

"Good," she said, still smiling, on a certain level still cumming. "I had to learn everything from porn, and trust me, there's a lot of misinformation."

"You watch porn?" I asked her.

"I have my favorites" she said with another little smile. "But not much. I used to watch it every day. Started out as a kid just wondering what a grown woman's body would look like, what I might look like when I grew up. I wanted to learn how to masturbate. I loved looking at beautiful women with fully grown breasts, then figured why not look at a naked man. I found out that their dicks get really big, found out what they like to do to the girls, found out that they like to spray their sperm on the women's faces, sometimes dozens of men at a time, all covering a girls face with their sperm, and I couldn't help but wonder where this girl came from and what her name is and how she even got to be doing this. I was still just a teenager."

She seemed to be falling asleep a little as she mumbled like this. There was a bit of sadness in her voice. I just laid and listened. I imagined a man spraying his load on my face. My boyfriend in high school convinced me to let him do it. I remembered how warm it felt at first, how dirty but fun at the same time. I wondered where this idea even came from - spraying a womans face with come, whether it's been a sexual practice for ages or whether it was a more modern, pornographically influenced fetish. I tried to imagine a lady from ancient Egypt getting a facial.

I felt kind of lucky not having to deal with the whole sperm thing. I felt so comfortable laying there with Eva, the taste of her pussy still slightly lingering on my mouth. Watching her smile and breathe. It felt like we had laid like this many times before, but of course I didn't even know if there would be a second time. This girl felt so unreal that I felt like I could fall asleep and when I woke up, She would no longer be there, without leaving a trace.
But there she was. As real as could be, I could hear her breathing, seeing her firm stomach bulge slightly with each breath. I was delighted the quiet but energetic smile that had been sitting on her mouth ever since she came.

"So where'd you learn how to make yourself come like that?" I asked her. Not sure if she was still awake.

"From an older woman," she said.

"How much older?"

"She was 13 years older than me. The wife of one of my coaches."

"Oh."

"Yes," She said. "It was really complicated, but we couldn't resist each other. She would come here once a week."

"What did you do?" I asked, more curious than jealous, though I have to admit I was feeling a little jealous all of a sudden. She thought for a second.

"Sometimes we'd just lay together. Other times we'd kiss for hours. Other times it was more than that. She really taught me what sex is. Before her I was only copying what I'd seen in videos. She taught me how to really discover things."

"Is that how you became so sexual?" I asked her.

"No. I've always been sexual. But I never understood how to express myself, really. I was always so worried about doing things right. About making it feel good. She was the first one to teach me that if you don't have any expectations of your body or anyone else’s, if you quit trying to be good at sex, if you let go of all the pressure, you can come from even making out. Coming doesn’t even really matter when you’re in that state."

"How?" I asked her, getting more and more curious.

"It takes time," She said. "But if you want to keep coming over, I can teach you." She started to circle my nipple with her finger.

"I feel like I'd drop out of school, if I started coming here all the time," I laughed.

"Don't worry," she said, resting her hand on my tit, "I'll make sure you get your homework done."All I could do was smile.
She got kind of serious again. "There's much more to education that doing homework and passing tests. We live our lives basically afraid the whole time."

"What do you mean?" I asked her. But she said nothing.

She closed her eyes and I could tell by her breath that she had fallen asleep. I looked her body over one more time. Her face looked really innocent sleeping: This girl who had just opened me up to a part of myself that I would never be able to deny again. I was infatuated with her. What did this mean? Was she going to become my girlfriend? It was too much to think about. I covered us over with one of her blankets and cuddled up close to her. I liked the feeling of pressing my naked breasts against her skin.

I laid there for a while listening to the rain. Eventually I dozed off too.