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When Alessandra introduced herself to me, she introduced herself as Alex. She likes to be called Alex, makes her feel more international, I guess.
Alex and I go to the same school, I see her almost every day. I've only known her for a couple of weeks, but I noticed her right away. It's impossible not to notice her. She's slightly shorter than me, wavy hair, dark coppery. Her body seems very soft: pronounced hips, full thighs, and those breasts. Those breasts so big, she flaunts herself at every opportunity. She always wears them low-cut and tight, always in such a way as to be eye-catching. Today Alex wears a plaid skirt, and over a black shirt, simple and obviously very low-cut. It's full of freckles on the face, freckles that go down to the shoulders that the shirt lets you see, and reach the breast. I look at me, my breasts not big enough, my body dry, my blond hair so dull compared to hers. And I find myself staring back at her breasts, which seem firm and soft at the same time. The teacher explains, but I don't follow her. Alex sits next to me, and I keep staring at her breasts, I can't help it. I don't like girls. I've only ever had men. Nothing ever happened with girls. But those breasts are impossible not to notice, not to stare at. All boys always look at Alex when she enters the classroom, they look at her with malice, but for me it's different, I'm a girl and I like boys. I tell myself that while I look at her, and I do it for too long, because she seems to notice it. She looks up and looks at me, with those big hazel eyes. She looks at me in amazement, and I immediately smile shyly at her and say quietly: "What the hell is this lesson?", and I start staring at the bare notebook. She looks at me, quietly, and mumbles, "Oh, yeah." Endless minutes pass, during which I stare at the notebook, embarrassed. Finally the teacher announces a quarter of an hour break, the class disappears between the coffee machines and the terrace to smoke a cigarette. Alex gets up, slowly, and sits down on the counter facing me. I remain seated, we are in the last row, a couple of colleagues approach to talk about a film, and they involve us in the conversation. Alex exchanges a few casual jokes, while I nod and shake the Facebook wall. But then I look up at Alex, who is there, who is addressing our colleagues with his face, but with his hand caressing his skirt, near her vagina. I move up, and I keep looking at her. I bite my lip, confused, but what is she doing? Nobody seems to notice it, probably in perspective the others don't see anything. Her hand is resting there, and with her index finger and middle finger she seems to draw little circles right there. As before, I can't not look at it. It must just be my impression, it's not possible that it's really touching IN THAT SENSOR. I hold my legs tight, I don't even know why, and I think about the fact that I like boys, and it's clear that boys like Alex instead. Alex suddenly turns around, and she catches me staring at her again. That's embarrassing. I really have to stop. Our colleagues leave, she turns completely around and looks at me smiling.
"Do you know," you know, "first hand, twisting a hand," that you really do have beautiful hair?"
And she takes a lock of my hand, and she starts playing with it like it was hers.
"Um, thank you. But they're full of split ends, you'll understand."
I'm almost motionless, and she keeps torturing that lock. I'm blushing.
"Go on, they're beautiful" and she drops the lock on my face, which ends up covering my eyes. With the same hand, she takes the same lock of hair and puts it behind my ear, touching my face, which flares up. But he's taking me seriously, I like guys!
The teacher goes back to the classroom and the lesson starts again. Alex sits down and smiles at me with an almost inquisitive look. The lesson goes on, and suddenly, I feel a hand behind my back, a hand caressing the tip of my hair behind.
"Really beautiful," Alex says to me, approaching me slightly with his face to my ear, and continues to touch my back.
I bite my lip ferociously, and I keep staring straight ahead.
After endless seconds, Alex takes his arm under the bench, and puts his hand on one of my knees.
I stand still, and I squeeze my thighs again. His hand starts to go up along my thigh, slowly. With one foot, Alex approaches mine, and moves it slightly, to open my legs. That hand of his keeps coming up, and I start to breathe heavier. She also looks in front of her, tilts her head a little and whispers to me, "Do you want me to stop, Eva?".
I like boys. I like boys. I like boys. Then why don't I say "Yes, stop"?.
I look her in the eye, without saying anything. She still climbs up with her hand, there's no one around us who can see us. She's still climbing, and every inch is a deeper sigh from me. And she gets there, and I feel so wet. She grazes my pussy from above. Slowly, but repeatedly, just like she did to herself during the break. I feel myself getting more and more wet.
And then I say to myself, "I like guys," and I get stiff. I take that hand, I move it, and I get up quickly. The exit is at the back of the classroom, just a few steps from where I was sitting, and I get out quickly. I quickly cross the corridor and enter the bathroom. There is no one there, I go to the sink and rinse my face with cold water. I look in the mirror: my cheeks are all red, my hair is electric, my makeup is a little smudged.
"I like boys!" I say to myself, looking at me.
"Oh, yeah? You sure?" At the door, Alex looks at me smiling, big lips, red lipstick all over, arms crossed.
"Are you sure, yes..." I say, very unsure.
Alex takes one step towards me, and I take one step back.
"Sure you're sure?" she takes another step.
"Yes..." And another step back.
"Eva... are you sure about this?" And he takes another step.
I step back again and she's three feet away from me.
"Yes..."
"Then why" and now she's only inches away from me, and she's untied her arms crossed, me blocking me at the wall "do you seem so excited by me?"
"I-I-I don't... What are you..."
I'm breathing heavily, Alex is leaning his body against mine, gently. Her breast is against mine, I can feel it pushing against my sternum, soft and firm. I look at him, and instinctively I push his torso slightly against his, as if I wanted to feel the resistance of his breast.
"Eva, Eva... you want to be touched, don't you?"
"I-I-I, n-no, I-I..."
"Can I kiss you, Eva?" she smiles at me, two inches from my ear.
She pushes her pelvis against mine, I'm feeling frisky.
And she kisses my earlobe. Her tongue goes down my neck, alternating licking and kissing. I moan softly, pushing my body against hers. She immediately peels off, pulls back her face and looks at me, again with that damn smile. She takes me by the hand, and drags me into one of the bathrooms, closes the door behind her and slams me back against the wall. Then he kisses me, really hard. He sticks his tongue down my throat, and I follow his mad rhythm with mine.
"Touch my breast, I know you want to." He says to me between kisses. Shyly, I put my hand close to her big breasts. It's beautiful. I feel her hard nipple, I caress it and she moans slightly. I keep doing it, with the other hand I approach the other breast and try to take it all in my hand, but it's too big, it doesn't fit. With one hand, she gets closer to my pants. He unbuttoned them, and put two fingers on my pussy, from above my panties.
"You're so wet, Eva. You like it so much..."
I whispered embarrassed and excited, the way she talks to me makes me feel so womanly.
"Say it Eva"
"W-what?"
"What do you want me to touch you?"
I want it so bad. So much. I want to feel his hands inside me.
"Say it, or I won't" and put your whole palm on my pussy, moving it slowly.
"Touch me Alex, please" I beg you.
Alex smiles at me, and with a sudden gesture she turns me around, so her face is towards the wall. She's standing right behind me, with her pussy attached to my ass. He passes his arm around me, pulls down my pants and moults them just enough for his hand to touch me. And he touches me. He puts two fingers inside me, moves them fast, and I start moaning loudly.
"Eve, you have to be quiet, we mustn't be discovered," he whispers in my ear, licking it.
I tighten my mouth against my forearm, and she moves her fingers faster. Then she moves them to my clit, and they're all wet. With her palm she pushes on the mount of Venus, and with those two fingers she begins to graze me ferociously, she makes little very fast circles that make me tremble and moan softly.
I've never felt so wet. With his free hand, Alex puts his finger inside me. He pulls it right out, and brings it closer to my mouth.
"Taste it"
I look at her for a second, and then I open my trembling lips. I taste myself. I've never done that before. I like myself. She stares at me smugly.
"She gives me a taste too," and then she kisses me right afterwards, with her tongue.
"You're good," she says right afterwards.
And I go crazy, because she keeps moving so well on my clitoris.
"Now say it"
"W-what?"
"What do you like, you little slut. That you like being touched like that by a woman" and it goes further against me.
I tremble with pleasure, and I say it:
"I like Alex... I like being touched like that by a woman."
"Again."
"I like to be touched by a woman, I LIKE TO BE TOUCHED BY A WOMAN!"
Alex puts his hand right in front of my mouth, and I come, I come and my screams of pleasure are stopped by Alex's hand. I come intensely, as she keeps touching me, I can feel my excitement descending between my thighs. I lean against the wall, Alex caresses me, takes his hand off my pussy and passes it first to my lips, and then to hers.
"You did good."
Alex and I go to the same school, I see her almost every day. I've only known her for a couple of weeks, but I noticed her right away. It's impossible not to notice her. She's slightly shorter than me, wavy hair, dark coppery. Her body seems very soft: pronounced hips, full thighs, and those breasts. Those breasts so big, she flaunts herself at every opportunity. She always wears them low-cut and tight, always in such a way as to be eye-catching. Today Alex wears a plaid skirt, and over a black shirt, simple and obviously very low-cut. It's full of freckles on the face, freckles that go down to the shoulders that the shirt lets you see, and reach the breast. I look at me, my breasts not big enough, my body dry, my blond hair so dull compared to hers. And I find myself staring back at her breasts, which seem firm and soft at the same time. The teacher explains, but I don't follow her. Alex sits next to me, and I keep staring at her breasts, I can't help it. I don't like girls. I've only ever had men. Nothing ever happened with girls. But those breasts are impossible not to notice, not to stare at. All boys always look at Alex when she enters the classroom, they look at her with malice, but for me it's different, I'm a girl and I like boys. I tell myself that while I look at her, and I do it for too long, because she seems to notice it. She looks up and looks at me, with those big hazel eyes. She looks at me in amazement, and I immediately smile shyly at her and say quietly: "What the hell is this lesson?", and I start staring at the bare notebook. She looks at me, quietly, and mumbles, "Oh, yeah." Endless minutes pass, during which I stare at the notebook, embarrassed. Finally the teacher announces a quarter of an hour break, the class disappears between the coffee machines and the terrace to smoke a cigarette. Alex gets up, slowly, and sits down on the counter facing me. I remain seated, we are in the last row, a couple of colleagues approach to talk about a film, and they involve us in the conversation. Alex exchanges a few casual jokes, while I nod and shake the Facebook wall. But then I look up at Alex, who is there, who is addressing our colleagues with his face, but with his hand caressing his skirt, near her vagina. I move up, and I keep looking at her. I bite my lip, confused, but what is she doing? Nobody seems to notice it, probably in perspective the others don't see anything. Her hand is resting there, and with her index finger and middle finger she seems to draw little circles right there. As before, I can't not look at it. It must just be my impression, it's not possible that it's really touching IN THAT SENSOR. I hold my legs tight, I don't even know why, and I think about the fact that I like boys, and it's clear that boys like Alex instead. Alex suddenly turns around, and she catches me staring at her again. That's embarrassing. I really have to stop. Our colleagues leave, she turns completely around and looks at me smiling.
"Do you know," you know, "first hand, twisting a hand," that you really do have beautiful hair?"
And she takes a lock of my hand, and she starts playing with it like it was hers.
"Um, thank you. But they're full of split ends, you'll understand."
I'm almost motionless, and she keeps torturing that lock. I'm blushing.
"Go on, they're beautiful" and she drops the lock on my face, which ends up covering my eyes. With the same hand, she takes the same lock of hair and puts it behind my ear, touching my face, which flares up. But he's taking me seriously, I like guys!
The teacher goes back to the classroom and the lesson starts again. Alex sits down and smiles at me with an almost inquisitive look. The lesson goes on, and suddenly, I feel a hand behind my back, a hand caressing the tip of my hair behind.
"Really beautiful," Alex says to me, approaching me slightly with his face to my ear, and continues to touch my back.
I bite my lip ferociously, and I keep staring straight ahead.
After endless seconds, Alex takes his arm under the bench, and puts his hand on one of my knees.
I stand still, and I squeeze my thighs again. His hand starts to go up along my thigh, slowly. With one foot, Alex approaches mine, and moves it slightly, to open my legs. That hand of his keeps coming up, and I start to breathe heavier. She also looks in front of her, tilts her head a little and whispers to me, "Do you want me to stop, Eva?".
I like boys. I like boys. I like boys. Then why don't I say "Yes, stop"?.
I look her in the eye, without saying anything. She still climbs up with her hand, there's no one around us who can see us. She's still climbing, and every inch is a deeper sigh from me. And she gets there, and I feel so wet. She grazes my pussy from above. Slowly, but repeatedly, just like she did to herself during the break. I feel myself getting more and more wet.
And then I say to myself, "I like guys," and I get stiff. I take that hand, I move it, and I get up quickly. The exit is at the back of the classroom, just a few steps from where I was sitting, and I get out quickly. I quickly cross the corridor and enter the bathroom. There is no one there, I go to the sink and rinse my face with cold water. I look in the mirror: my cheeks are all red, my hair is electric, my makeup is a little smudged.
"I like boys!" I say to myself, looking at me.
"Oh, yeah? You sure?" At the door, Alex looks at me smiling, big lips, red lipstick all over, arms crossed.
"Are you sure, yes..." I say, very unsure.
Alex takes one step towards me, and I take one step back.
"Sure you're sure?" she takes another step.
"Yes..." And another step back.
"Eva... are you sure about this?" And he takes another step.
I step back again and she's three feet away from me.
"Yes..."
"Then why" and now she's only inches away from me, and she's untied her arms crossed, me blocking me at the wall "do you seem so excited by me?"
"I-I-I don't... What are you..."
I'm breathing heavily, Alex is leaning his body against mine, gently. Her breast is against mine, I can feel it pushing against my sternum, soft and firm. I look at him, and instinctively I push his torso slightly against his, as if I wanted to feel the resistance of his breast.
"Eva, Eva... you want to be touched, don't you?"
"I-I-I, n-no, I-I..."
"Can I kiss you, Eva?" she smiles at me, two inches from my ear.
She pushes her pelvis against mine, I'm feeling frisky.
And she kisses my earlobe. Her tongue goes down my neck, alternating licking and kissing. I moan softly, pushing my body against hers. She immediately peels off, pulls back her face and looks at me, again with that damn smile. She takes me by the hand, and drags me into one of the bathrooms, closes the door behind her and slams me back against the wall. Then he kisses me, really hard. He sticks his tongue down my throat, and I follow his mad rhythm with mine.
"Touch my breast, I know you want to." He says to me between kisses. Shyly, I put my hand close to her big breasts. It's beautiful. I feel her hard nipple, I caress it and she moans slightly. I keep doing it, with the other hand I approach the other breast and try to take it all in my hand, but it's too big, it doesn't fit. With one hand, she gets closer to my pants. He unbuttoned them, and put two fingers on my pussy, from above my panties.
"You're so wet, Eva. You like it so much..."
I whispered embarrassed and excited, the way she talks to me makes me feel so womanly.
"Say it Eva"
"W-what?"
"What do you want me to touch you?"
I want it so bad. So much. I want to feel his hands inside me.
"Say it, or I won't" and put your whole palm on my pussy, moving it slowly.
"Touch me Alex, please" I beg you.
Alex smiles at me, and with a sudden gesture she turns me around, so her face is towards the wall. She's standing right behind me, with her pussy attached to my ass. He passes his arm around me, pulls down my pants and moults them just enough for his hand to touch me. And he touches me. He puts two fingers inside me, moves them fast, and I start moaning loudly.
"Eve, you have to be quiet, we mustn't be discovered," he whispers in my ear, licking it.
I tighten my mouth against my forearm, and she moves her fingers faster. Then she moves them to my clit, and they're all wet. With her palm she pushes on the mount of Venus, and with those two fingers she begins to graze me ferociously, she makes little very fast circles that make me tremble and moan softly.
I've never felt so wet. With his free hand, Alex puts his finger inside me. He pulls it right out, and brings it closer to my mouth.
"Taste it"
I look at her for a second, and then I open my trembling lips. I taste myself. I've never done that before. I like myself. She stares at me smugly.
"She gives me a taste too," and then she kisses me right afterwards, with her tongue.
"You're good," she says right afterwards.
And I go crazy, because she keeps moving so well on my clitoris.
"Now say it"
"W-what?"
"What do you like, you little slut. That you like being touched like that by a woman" and it goes further against me.
I tremble with pleasure, and I say it:
"I like Alex... I like being touched like that by a woman."
"Again."
"I like to be touched by a woman, I LIKE TO BE TOUCHED BY A WOMAN!"
Alex puts his hand right in front of my mouth, and I come, I come and my screams of pleasure are stopped by Alex's hand. I come intensely, as she keeps touching me, I can feel my excitement descending between my thighs. I lean against the wall, Alex caresses me, takes his hand off my pussy and passes it first to my lips, and then to hers.
"You did good."
