Cinderella

This story has already been published elsewhere. It has been re-edited.

This is another long and slow-burning tale. If you expect torrid love scenes from page one, you will be disappointed.

This is about seduction more than sex, but it is about sex too.

Cinderella

One

It was a nondescript day when I went to the nondescript cafeteria of the hospital where I work to have a nondescript lunch, and... there she was. A new waitress, about 5'9" or 5'10", lean, very small tits (my guess, 36A), but a perky ass to die for. Oh my!

In addition to her beautiful face, what caught my attention was the effort she made to hide that beauty. The girl was like a Christmas tree of piercings. Ears, nose, eyebrow, lips, tongue. Those were the ones I could see. Her skin was like a peach's, rosy and blameless, without any visible tats (thank God!). Her exceptionally light brown eyes matched her mane of shiny chestnut hair, but I got the impression that she did her own hair. Oh my! So much raw material!

Her age was between seventeen and nineteen, but in addition to her effort to hide her beauty, she had a daring look, a "yes, that is me, so what?" demeanor that made it impossible to guess.

As you may know, my name is Chris, and I am an ICU nurse. I am 30 years old, and I am bisexual. I guess I am 60% into girls, 30% into boys, and the other 10% into both. This new girl fell well within my age range.

I sat at my usual table, which wasn't in her section, so our initial contact was delayed. I smiled at her across the cafeteria (it was not all that big, after all). She greeted me with a nod, with a look of "why is she smiling at me?"

She was hot, "my panties are getting wet" style of hot.

One of the older waitresses told me that she was sweeter than she looked. She got the job because her father cut her allowance for whatever reason. She told me her name was Millie.

Two

Millie was the reason I wouldn't have lunch anywhere else but in the hospital cafeteria for the next few days. I would always greet her with a smile, and she would always nod back without a smile.

That was when Taylor Swift would be in São Paulo with her Eras Tour, and everybody was in a frenzy to get one of the unobtainable tickets. Vee, one of my buddies who worked on the local tour team, had offered me two promotional tickets, but I did not give a definite reply. As much as I admire TS, I don't have the energy to go to a long show after a 12-hour ICU shift.

One day, I was at the cafeteria and went for a pee. On my way back, Millie was talking to one of the kitchen girls, with her back to me, and she was saying loud enough for me to hear. "I so want to go to Taylor's show that I would let Jamanta fuck me in the ass if he gave me a ticket."

Well, Jamanta is the nickname of a sweet security guy who works at the hospital. Jamanta means "semi-truck" in Portuguese. He is as big as Shaquille O'Neal and, as I've been told, entirely proportionally. When Millie saw me standing behind her, she became as red as a tomato, hid her face, and disappeared into the kitchen.

I quickly called Vee and asked if the tickets were still available, which, of course, they weren't.

"It was a red-hot item, and you sort of dismissed them, so I gave them to someone else."

"Please, find me some others. Even if it is a single one."

"I don't know why, but I feel some new pussy in the air. I will see what I can get."

She called me that evening and said. "You are a lucky girl. I found a single ticket in a fairly good location. Come pick it up tomorrow morning, buy me a coffee and a donut, and be prepared to spill the beans about that new pussy."

Three

The following day I went to lunch and sat at my usual place. Millie was busy at her station, and when she saw me, she became red and looked away. At the first opportunity, I beckoned her, and she came with her head down and a delightful blush on that pretty face. She started saying, "I am sorry. I apologize for whatever you may have heard yesterday."

I raised my hand and said, "Hi, Millie. I am Christina, but everybody in this hospital and out of it calls me Chris. If I remember my school days, right? What you did yesterday was called a hyperbole. But the last thing I want is to have you upstairs, having to fix that pretty ass of yours because you had that awful meeting with Jamanta."

She hid her face behind her hands and started saying something, but I interrupted.

"To avoid such a catastrophe, I have a gift for you," and pushed the ticket across the table.

Oh, girl! It took her a few seconds to understand, but when she did, she became flustered and asked, "Is this a joke?"

"No, Millie, it is not; it is the real deal."

"But why me?"

"Because yesterday you convinced me that you really wanted to see Taylor Swift." And then I added with a sarcastic smile, "You were willing to submit to the supreme sacrifice in order to do so."

I believe she wanted to respond, "Oh fuck you for that but thank you for this," but her tears got in the way, and she started sobbing and mumbling in such a way that the other waitresses came to see what was happening. It took a couple of minutes to end the brouhaha when she raised and hugged me, saying:

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," and ran to the lavatory.

Four

The following day when I got to the cafeteria, I noticed that there had been a section rotation, and she was attending at my usual place.

"Hi, Chris," she said with a smile but teary eyes. It was the first time I had seen her smile, and, oh girl, what 500-watt smile was that?

"Calmed down?"

"A bit. I still do not believe Santa has come out of season."

"It was not Santa. It was the League for the Defense of Pretty Girls' Bums." She blushed and said:

"Oh, enough of that."

"But, as with everything else in life, it comes with a price." She raised her eyebrows - and all the attached piercings - and asked,

"What, now?"

"After the show, we will have a glass of wine together, and you will tell me everything."

"But Chris, I was eighteen earlier this month. Although I can drink, I never did."

"An ice cream, then?"

"Oh, that I can do."

The following days she melted a little. Very polite and smiling in a way that made me imagine a lot of improper things that got my panties wet.

The day after the show she went to the ICU before her shift started, looking for me. One of my colleagues told me:

"There is a girl full of piercings looking for you. She is in the waiting room." Luckily, I was free then and went out to meet her.

"Hi, Millie! What happened?" She hugged me and said:

"I just want to say thank you once again." She is one inch taller than I am, and I hugged her back, feeling the delicious lavender scent of her shampoo.

"Was it worth the effort?"

"Oh girl, it was wonderful."

"OK, you must tell me all at the ice cream parlor. I must go back now." I waved my head to the ICU and said. "This is serious business."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I just wanted to say how much I loved it and thank you once again."

"I'll see you at lunch" and she went to the elevators like an elegant gazelle.

At lunchtime, I went down and sat at my usual place. Millie was serving and came running, apologizing for disturbing me at the ICU.

"First let me place my order, then you'll give me a summary of the show, but be careful not to overlook your other clients. The last thing I want is the ogre manager of the cafeteria getting angry with you."

After she relayed my order to the kitchen, she stood by my table and told me in a very low voice:

"The show was fantastic. The volume of resources and the number of people that make it happen was beyond my craziest expectations. But that is just the background. Taylor is, oh... I don't know the appropriate word... magical is the nearest. She is tall, taller than I am, and has a perfect body, face, hair, smile, and long legs..."

"Hold it, girl. It seems you fell in love."

She blushed and said. "I wish I were a boy! Oh, Chris, I will never be able to thank you enough."

I smiled and waved her away, saying. "You will if we have that ice cream together. When are we going to?"

"I leave at five. When can you?"

"I am on the ten AM to ten PM rotation until Thursday. Fridays and Saturdays are my days off. Does any of them suit you?"

"Oh, Chris! Friday, The sooner, the better."

"OK. We will talk at lunch on Friday."

Five

On Friday, I picked her up at the end of her shift. She smelled the exact way angels do, and it had an immediate impact on my pussy.

We went to a bakery near the hospital, where they served all sorts of sweet, fattening foods, including ice cream. It is an upscale place, and Millie was a bit wide-eyed.

"Don't you worry, you are my guest today."

"You gave me the ticket and will pay the check on top of that?"

"The ticket cost me zero. The check is for the pleasure of your company."

She blushed but seemed relieved. I love to make her blush; it makes me want to hold her.

We chose an isolated table, and I said. "Now, tell me everything about the show."

Millie spent the next thirty minutes telling me every detail of the show, describing each dress, outfit of the cast, pair of boots, dance, song, etc., etc. When she couldn't remember anything else, we went for a second round of sweets, and I asked:

"Now, tell me everything about Millie without omitting the slightest detail."

She blushed and asked. "There isn't much to be known. What do you want to know?"

"The other day, you told me you are eighteen. Are you still in school?"

"Yes," she said, telling me the school's name, which caters to rich kids. She noticed my surprise and told me the whole story.

Her mother was French and died of cancer when she was six. Her name is Amélie, which, along the time, became Millie. She has one younger sister, Fabienne - or Fabi, who is sixteen. Her father never remarried. He works at the Administration of the rich kids' school, and because of that, his daughters got a scholarship, provided that their score average was above 7,5/10. The other kids - especially the girls - never accepted Millie because she never had enough money to get along with them. Her nickname became "the poor kid." Perhaps because of that, she became an excellent student, with an average of 9,5/10. In addition to Portuguese, she spoke fluent French and English, which riled her well-traveled colleagues.

"Didn't you belong to any sports teams with them?"

"No! I was never good at collective sports. My sport of choice became judo."

I asked in disbelief. "Judo?"

"Yes." Then she added with pride, "I am a Nidan, a black belt second dan."

"Well, it is a bit of a surprise, but now I know where to look for a bodyguard when I need one." She smiled, and I added. "And what about the boys?"

"Initially, they didn't like me because I was lean and tall, like a skewer. I have always towered them all by one to two inches. When we got to puberty, the other girls got bigger tits than mine, and I continued to tower them. When it became known that I practiced judo, I scared them. By the time we were 15, the losers were the only ones that even looked at me. Thanks, but no thanks."

"Is that why you decided to turn this beautiful girl into an ugly one, with all those piercings and this daring stare? This "don't even come near me look?"

She blushed and said. "You sound like my father or my sensei."

"I'm sorry. You are so beautiful that I cannot understand the butterfly trying to become a caterpillar."

She blushed further and whispered. "You just don't understand the amount of contempt my sister and I were treated with. Are still being treated, in fact."

"I am sorry for you. Have you never had a boyfriend to defend you?" She lowered her eyes and made "no" her head. I held her hand and asked. "Neither a girlfriend?"

She shook her head as if I had asked if she had dated the devil.

I changed my tactics, asking. "You are such a beautiful girl. If you let the caterpillar become the butterfly, I imagine all boys in the world will be after you."

She smiled shyly at me and said. "Why are you so kind to me, Chris? What have I done to deserve your... love? I am not saying loving love, if you know what I mean, but love like an older sister, as something without wanting anything in return?"

"Since I first saw you at the cafeteria, I thought. 'Why does she look at everybody so daringly? Why does she try to hide so much beauty?' I wanted to connect with you from minute zero. And then I was compelled to protect that delightful ass of yours from Jamanta."

"Oh, stop that! He is such a sweet guy. His name was the first that came to my mind at that ill-fated instant."

I raised my hand boy-scout style and said. "I will never raise this subject again."

She thought briefly and said with a faint smile. "I am sure that Mr. Jamanta will treat Ms. Jamanta nicely."

How hurt was that girl? How ill-treated had she been just because she was not at the same economic level as her rich colleagues? How little loved was she to imagine, even for a second, the love between Mr. and Ms. Jamanta?

I tried brightening the moment by offering her another pastry, but she politely refused. "Do you want to go now?"

"If I could choose, I would stay here forever. I know I am much younger than you, but you are the first person to listen to me, except for my family."

"If I understand right, you are graduating at the end of the year?"

"Yep!"

"Are you going to be the valedictorian? I supposed so with a 9,5/10 average."

"Nooo! The Director called me the other day saying that I was the first in my class and that I was the natural candidate, but I said no! He was not convinced and talked to my father. I still said no."

"Has it crossed your mind that your father would be very, very proud if you were? Can you imagine you going up there, the poor kid, chosen because you are brighter than all the others put together? Can you imagine slapping them with kid gloves? Can you imagine making your father sooo very proud?"

"Oh, fuck Chris! Why did you put it this way?" She got red as a tomato and said. "Sorry, I don't curse that often."

I caught her chin and raised her head. "You get so much prettier when you blush! When we are together, you can curse as much as you want. I will let you know if you ever find a curse word I've never heard before." I raised her hand, which I was still holding, and kissed it.

I asked for the check, and we left the bakery. She thanked me again profusely, and I took her home, despite all her protests that it was unnecessary.

When we arrived, I said. "I hope we can do that again."

"Oh, Chris, we will. We certainly will."

I gave her a peck on each face and said, "Bye."

Six

We met almost every day at lunchtime and chatted for a while. One day, I suggested she remove her eyebrow piercings, which she did. The effect was overwhelming. When I saw it, I hugged her and whispered, "The butterfly is coming out!"

I didn't want to press my luck, but my new mission was to make her remove all other piercings. Ok, leave one in each ear, and that is a deal.

My quest became all the more difficult because her holidays ended, and she quit her job. On her last day on the job, she hugged me tightly, with tears in her eyes, and asked me not to forget her.

A couple of weeks later, I invited her to an ice cream evening again. I picked her up at her school, and we went to the same place we had gone the first time.

This time, she asked me. "Tell me everything about Chris without omitting the slightest detail."

I smiled and told her that, like her colleagues, I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth. I chose to be a nurse out of pure vocation. My parents were against the idea. They asked why I didn't become a doctor instead. I told them I didn't want to become rich from my profession; I wanted to help alleviate pain. To be fair, having inherited a lot of money from my Granny, whom I loved dearly, made that decision much easier.

She held my hand and kissed it. I hoped the gusset of my panties was doing its job.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"My schedule is the dating killer by excellence. I've had a few boyfriends, with whom I keep very good relations. Excellent, if you catch my drift. And I've had a few girlfriends too. We see each other occasionally, but a steady relationship did survive in neither case."

She looked surprised and asked. "Are you a lesbian?"

"Bisexual is a more appropriate description, but you seemed surprised. Does that bother you? The other day, when I asked whether you had ever dated a girl, you seemed bothered."

"No, it doesn't. I know very little about it all, but I couldn't criticize you even if I had a problem with it. You are my only friend! It just surprised me. You don't look like a lesbian."

"Oh! And what do lesbians look like?"

"I don't have any experience in that matter. From what I read and was told, they all were male-like women, both in clothing and behavior and were always hitting on other women. You are so feminine and delicate that I was surprised that you didn't fit the model in my head. And you never hit on me." After a few seconds. "Did you?"

I smiled and said. "You never know."

I didn't want to embarrass her any further and changed to safer subjects.

"Have you thought about being the valedictorian?"

"I had a long conversation with Dad and Fabi about that. We weighed the pros and cons and decided that I should do it. It's a 'once in a lifetime' opportunity."

I pulled both of her hands against my chest and said. "You can't imagine how happy you made me. There you go, girl! Show them all who rules!"

She smiled and said. "A friend of mine once said, like everything else in life, it comes with a price."

"Meaning?

"You will have to help me to write it."

"Done!"

"You are such a friend."

"Let's start now."

I borrowed a piece of paper and a pen from the waitress, and we started a list of themes she needed to develop. Thanking the school that gave her the scholarship, her teachers, her father, and her sister. She added, "Thanking Chris." I smiled at her and continued with the list of themes ending with "the message."

"Now you think about each item and organize what you want to say in your beautiful mind. I suggest about 15 minutes in total and half of it in 'the message.' Next week we go through point by point."

"Wow! You are so quick and organized! We have six months to write this!"

"Yes, baby! Do you forget I am an ICU nurse? No time for hesitation."

I looked at her face with examining eyes and noticed that the holes of one of her eyebrow piercings were practically invisible, but on the other side, the skin was torn, and it could be seen at a yard's distance.

"And another thing."

"What now?"

"Why don't you start removing those piercings? You don't need to dare your colleagues any longer. You already have, and you won!"

"There comes my Daddy again!"

"You try one pair per week. For me, will you?"

She exhaled deeply, and I pushed. "There aren't any invisible ones, are there?"

"Chris! What a question!"

"If your friend cannot ask it, who can?"

She smiled and asked. "My friend?"

"Isn't I?"

"You most certainly are. No, there aren't any invisible ones, despite the girl's insistence in the piercing shop. She wanted to pierce my nipples. Uuugh. The mere idea gave me the creeps."

"And no tats, I hope."

"None."

"Well, let us proceed carefully with your emergence from the pupa. The valedictorian must be a butterfly. Which reminds me, aren't you having a graduation ball around that time?"

"No. This is not a subject. Being a valedictorian is hard enough. Please do not go there."

I thought to myself. "Yes, we will."

Seven

We arranged to meet to develop her speech every ten days or so. Instead of the bakery, which was showing its effects on my scale, I invited her to come to my place.

I live in a one-bedroom independent apartment that is detached from my parents' home. This gives me all the privacy I need and all the family support I may require, in addition to access to their swimming pool and jacuzzi.

I invited Millie because it was a practical solution, not because I wanted to show off. Although she loved the place, she was awed, and I tried to make her comfortable.

The first time she came, I noticed she had gotten rid of all her piercings--all in one go, except a couple in each ear. She was so beautiful! I hugged her and said, "Oh, my butterfly is showing up. You are so beautiful without the piercings. I bet your father is happy." Without letting go of my embrace, she said, "He wants to meet you because you succeeded in convincing me wherever he failed in the past."

I had to let her go because her perfume must contain lesbian pheromones, if that exists.

We worked on the speech, which was okay except for "the message." She wanted to be a little too blunt, and, acting the firewoman, I suggested she focus on a positive message and poke at her colleagues wearing kid gloves. "Why don't you discuss your ideas with your father and Fabi?"

"I would like to meet your father. And Fabi also, of course."

"Why that, all of a sudden?"

"Some ideas are simmering in the back of my mind."

"It sounds ominous!"

"It sounds like something that only your best friend can do for you."

"Okay, but now it sounds even more ominous!"

I then offered her coffee, tea, or a soda. She was awed by the fact that I lived happily alone and ran a tight ship.

"You forget I am an ICU nurse. It is such a chaotic place at times that we become maniacs for order. Can you imagine needing an instrument or a medication and not finding it?"

I showed her my enormous room, which has a double king bed and a walk-in wardrobe. She loved my bathroom, with its bath and a double-headed shower, but she especially loved the fact that one whole wall of the bathroom was a window to a private Japanese-style garden.

I said. "Lie in this bathtub while looking at this garden is what peace means."

"I can imagine."

"If you ever need peace, call me. It is at your disposal."

She hugged me laughing, and said. "Can it be every day?"

Eight

I met Millie's father and Fabi at their house. Fabi was as beautiful as Millie. Shorter by one inch, but with the same eyes and hair but, as opposed to Millie, with a constant infectious smile.

It was a small, well-kept apartment with two bedrooms. The living/dining room was the center of the family home. Many photos were on the wall, most of them of the girls at different ages. There were a few photos of their mother as well. Finding the source of the girls' beauty was easy after you saw their mom.

Millie's father asked me to treat him as Adam, and I asked him to treat me as Chris.

"So, Chris, what kind of a sorceress are you that have been able to produce so much change in my little Millie?"

"There isn't that much sorcery involved, Adam. We have just been talking about little Millie becoming an adult. It's about time, wouldn't you agree?"

"Very much so. She turned eighteen a couple of weeks ago."

"That is why I want to talk with you."

He frowned and said. "Yes?"

I asked the girls to leave the room. They were a bit upset with my request, but I did not want to embarrass them or their father.

"Adam, I will be somewhat intrusive in your family life just now, but I am doing so both as a friend of your daughter's and as a health professional. If you feel I am out of line, say so, please, and I will shut up."

He frowned again. "Yes?"

"I really like your daughter. She has told me a bit about her story, triumphs, and tribulations. You are a single father with two beautiful daughters. I imagine that certain conversations are difficult between you and them, but I am assuming you are past the birds-and-bees phase, however awkward it may have been. I am talking about certain aspects of female life that, I bet, you are not their best advisor. Cutting to the chase, it is time to take your girls to a gynecologist, firstly for a check-up and secondly to prepare them for the inevitable. That is the age when sexual experiments begin, and they have to be prepared. You know fully well what accidents mean at that age."

"It frightens me to death."

"Rightly so. That is why I am asking your permission to act as their surrogate older sister and take them to a gynecologist. That will be a private discussion between the doctor and the patient. Neither you nor I will know what has been said or decided unless they want to share it with either of us. As we said a moment ago, they are adults and have to start taking care of their own lives."

He thought for a long minute, and I could detect a tear in his eye.

He pointed to a picture on the wall and said. "My dear wife died almost twelve years ago, and not one day has passed in which I do not miss her. You have no idea what it is to be a single father. You cannot imagine my panic when Millie had her first period. I did not know what to do and how to help her. I was as frightened as she was. Google saved the situation; can you imagine? With Fabi, it was easier because Millie helped her."

That dangling tear ran down his face. "It is hard to realize that they have grown and in a couple of years, they will abandon the nest. In the back of my mind, not facing the fact that they may be sexually active already was some sort of self-protection. Stupid self-protection. Thank you for placing the obvious right in front of my eyes."

"Don't torture yourself, Adam. By destiny, luck, or whatever, I became the 'older sister' of Millie's and, by extension, of Fabi's. I just didn't want to make the decision to take them to see a doctor without talking to you first."

"Thank you, Chris, you are right. Thank you for doing it and thank you for your consideration of me."

"OK then. I will talk to an ob-gyn I know at the hospital. She is a friend of mine but also a very competent professional. Let us sort the health plan details later, but I am sure there won't be any problems."

"Thank you, Chris, from the bottom of my heart."

"You are most welcome, but that is not all."

"How so?"

"In that effort to hide her beauty Millie used those horrible piercings in her eyebrows."

Adam exhaled heavily.

"When she removed them, there was a skin tearing over her left eyebrow that is quite visible."

"I've noticed it."

"I want your permission to take her to a plastic surgeon to fix that. I imagine it is a simple procedure, the last step in transforming the caterpillar into the butterfly."

"That would be fantastic, but I believe my health plan does not cover that, and I don't know if I can afford it."

"Again, Millie's 'older sister' is well connected in the hospital, and I am sure she can find an excellent surgeon to fix her eyebrow pro bono."

"Oh, Chris! That would be great. Thank you, thank you."

We then called the girls back to the living room, and I let Adam explain to them the theme of our conversation. Millie hugged me and started crying, and then Fabi hugged us both. It was quite a tearful triple embrace.

I left with a feeling of accomplishment.

Nine

If you follow my stories, you will know that I used to work as a babysitter for families in my neighborhood. I still keep in touch with "my girls," though they are all young women by now. I have become their sentimental advisor, fashion consultant, and living encyclopedia. More than that, when they got older, I helped a few of them discover the joys of sapphic love.

During the summer weekends I am off duty, some of them visit me to enjoy my parents' swimming pool and jacuzzi. It is an exclusive girls-only event, and some of them go topless, which is in itself a sight for my eyes. The only rules are no boys, no alcohol, and no drugs.

Once, when Millie was visiting for the final touches of her speech, I received a visit from one of "my girls," Raquel. Raquel was one of the last girls who had her first sex experiment with me. She was nineteen, just one year older than Millie. I introduced them, and they hit it off right away. They were the same height and have approximately the same build, with the same perky asses.

Millie had a bandage on her eyebrow and various band-aids where the other piercings had been. It was the result of the work of my plastic surgeon friend. Raquel asked what had happened, and Millie explained.

"You had all that many piercings on your face?"

"Yup."

"Cool. If I did that, my mother would shit a brick!"

I was glad that Millie was making friends with a girl her age. A new experience for her. They left together, laughing as if they had known each other for a long time,

In a following visit by Millie, I asked her about the Graduation Ball again, and she said:

"Aargh! Here you come again. I cannot go, and that is that!"

"Why not, if I may ask?"

"I absolutely refuse to go wearing the 'poor girl's' clothes and be, once again, ridiculed by my classmates. On the other hand, I absolutely refuse to ask my father to splurge a lot of money for an outfit I'll use once in a lifetime."

I didn't push the subject, but I remembered Raquel's visit the other day, and my brain started developing a few ideas. That evening, I called Raquel and explained the situation. I then asked whether she had a dress that Millie could borrow, given that they were practically the same size. Raquel, being the sweet girl she is, quickly agreed. So, we devised a plan for Raquel to invite Millie to her house and "accidentally" show one dress to Millie. If she bit the bait, we could progress from there.

The plan went somewhat as we devised it, but Millie wasn't convinced. When she returned from Raquel's house, she told me nothing. However, she was a bit distracted, and it took me a few minutes to extract the truth from her.

When they got to Raquel's room, the dress was "accidentally" hanging outside her wardrobe, and Millie was instantly captivated. They talked about the dress and the wedding where Raquel had used it, and Millie then said she had never had a dress like that. Raquel then made Millie try it, and it fitted her to a T. Raquel then said that if Millie ever had an occasion when she needed a dress, she would be only too happy to lend it. She pulled two other dresses from her wardrobe and made Millie try them.

"Was it some devious ploy by the two of you?" Millie asked.

I lied with the straightest face I could muster. "It would have been a great idea, but no, it wasn't me. I didn't even know you would be visiting Raquel. But now, I have a few ideas turning in my brain."

"Oh, Chris, don't you even start. We would have to add the shoes, the hairdresser, the make-up, the nails... I cannot ask my father to pay for that."

"Have you tried any of Raquel's shoes?"

"She offered, but her feet are thirty-six, and I am thirty-seven."

"That is the same size as me. Come here."

I made her try a couple of my shoes, which fit her well.

"Well, girl! We solved the dress and the shoe problems. Do you want to make me very, very happy?"

"What now?"

"Will you let me be your fairy godmother? Will you let me ask my hairdresser, make-up artist, and waxing specialist to transform you into the most beautiful Cinderella your school has ever seen?"

"Haha. Why would I need a waxing specialist?"

"You never know, but if you find your enchanted prince, you better be prepared, and, by the way, you have to start taking your pills as discussed with your doctor."

"You are mad, Chris."

"No, I am not, my dear. When these things happen, they do happen. Very, very fast. Better to be safe and with a bikini wax than sorry."

"I have never done any waxing. I don't even know how it works."

"Come here."

She followed me, and I showed her a few pages on the internet where they showed a waxing menu.

"You can choose what you like; when you go to the specialist, you will discuss it with her, and she will suggest the best solution for you."

"Will I have to get naked in front of the waxing specialist?"

"Yup! In the same way, your dentist cannot treat your teeth if you don't open your mouth. It's a matter of access."

"And will she work around my... hmm... coochie?"

"Yes. And if you let her, around your bum as well."

"I will die of shame."

"She does it every day. There isn't anything she hasn't seen yet."

"Isn't it painful?"

"Yes, it is. Not a lot, but I will not lie to you. That's the price of beauty. It is quick, however."

"Can't I shave it?"

"Yes, but it grows faster and thicker each time you shave. And it will be prickly. And it is not easy to do it by yourself, you will probably miss some hairs. My Cinderella cannot have hidden hair patches."

"Pfff. I am too shy about that. I will have to think about it."

Imagining her pussy being waxed was making my pussy wet, so I changed subjects. "I will lend you a couple of fashion magazines. I want to look at the photos and choose a couple of hairdos and styles of make-up you like. When you go to the hairdresser and to the make-up artist, you will show them your choices, and they will suggest the best solution for you. You have such beautiful hair and such beautiful skin that they will not have any difficulty."

She blushed and said, "Thanks. I will have to think about it all. I will talk to Fabi."

"I am sure she will want to be Cinderella's sister. But not Anastasia or Drizella, mind you."

She laughed and said, "I don't understand why you are always so kind to me, Chris. What have I done to deserve that?"

"First, I want to show that bunch of ignorant morons in your class, in fact, the whole world, how beautiful you are. Stop hiding that beauty and share it with the rest of the world."

She blushed again. "You are making me blush."

"Yes, and that makes you even prettier. In second place, because your father made the right choice, giving you the best education possible. But your school years have been hard, and I am taking the task of compensating you for that in a small measure. Because I can and because I want. And because I'm your older sister!"

She hugged me, and I held her to my chest. I kissed the top of her head, feeling the delicious lavender scent of her shampoo. I pushed her because my pussy was getting very wet. "Go home and talk to Fabi."

Ten

The Graduation Ball was approaching, after all. It was going to be on a Friday.

I took a leave from the hospital from Wednesday to the next Monday. I picked up Millie and Fabi on Wednesday and went to Raquel's house. The three of them went to Raquel's room in great excitement. I stayed downstairs chatting with Monica, Raquel's mother, and giving her the context for so much excitement.

They took forever and came downstairs only because I reminded Millie that she had an appointment. I was discreet and avoided mentioning the waxing lady.

The dress chosen was red. It was not firefighter red, but I think it is called cardinal red. It was inside the clothes cover, and I couldn't see it in detail because we were late for our next appointment.

I am an old client of the waxing lady, and I had previously phoned her and explained Millie's fears. She said Millie would not be the first shy girl to attend her cabinet. She knew what to do.

Fabi and I were left in the waiting room and Millie went inside with the same disposition one goes to face a firing squad. I talked to Fabi who told me that Millie was afraid, first of the epilation process per se and second, because she couldn't imagine showing it to anyone else.

"Both fears are justifiable, but the first is the worst." And we both laughed. "As to the second, I pray she will find a nice guy, a gentle boyfriend that will treat her with love and respect. If it is the case, best be prepared."

"I hope so too. And I hope this nice guy will have a brother two years younger than him."

We both laughed again.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"I know a guy in a class between mine and Millie's. We have met a couple of times, and we have kissed, etc., but it isn't anything steady."

"If 'etc.' means what I think, you better take your pills regularly as the doctor prescribed."

"No, no!" with a sly smile. "It's just a simple 'etc.' Not an 'etc., and so on and so forth', if you know what I mean!

I laughed and said, "Beware that that is a car that accelerates very quickly and does not have a reverse gear, if you know what I mean. Better to be safe than sorry."

She laughed and said. "My sister is being tortured, and I am here, laughing with you."

On the way back home, Fabi went with Millie in the back seat, consoling her sister.

"That was not only painful. It was humiliating. Especially the part with the tweezers. Aargh!"

"Are you happy with the result, at least?"

"I don't know. I will see it tomorrow. I know that today I will need a ton of aloe vera."

Fabi then said. "If tomorrow there is a competition for the prettiest pussy, you will certainly win!" provoking more laughter.

When I got to their house, I said. "Tomorrow, we have the hairdresser and the dress trial to check if you need any last-minute adjustments. When I pick you up, bring your toothbrushes, perfumes, panties, bras, pajamas, etc., because we will have a pajama party.

"Where are we going to sleep?" asked Millie. "You have only one bed."

"Which is large enough. The record is five. Ask Raquel."

"OK," with wide eyes.

"At what time does the ball start?"

"9 PM"

"Then ask Adam to be at my house no later than 8 PM. He will certainly want some photos with his princess-daughter before the ball."

Eleven

Thursday was busy, busy. I picked the girls up early and we went straight to Vera, the hairdresser caring for my hair for ages.

Millie showed her some photos, Fabi made suggestions, Vera showed some slides on her iPad, and, in the end, they opted for a double reverse French braid starting at the top of her head. Having crossed that bridge, Vera took Millie away, and I asked Fabi. "And you?"

"And me what."

"What hairdo have you chosen?"

"I am not going to the ball, you dummy!"

"But that is not a reason you cannot be as beautiful as your sister."

"You are teasing me!"

"No, I am offering you a haircut and a nail treatment at one of the best salons around, you dummy."

I left the two of them getting even more beautiful and went to a shop near the salon, where I bought Millie a beautiful pair of panties and a bra. They were light pink, almost white. Both were transparent because you never know what may happen or what weapons you may need. I thought a little and bought another pair in light lavender for Fabi. I hoped I had the sizes right, but they could try them at night, and if needed, we could exchange them the following morning. I also thought about garters for Millie, but then I thought it would be too dramatic for an eighteen-year-old. I opted for a very fine pantyhose, nude. Two, in fact. One for Fabi too.

For two, the whole shebang, waxing, hairdressing, nails, make-up, panties, bras, and pantyhose cost me some real money, but that is what money was made for. Thankfully, I could afford it and do it without any regrets.

I went back to the salon, and Vera was finishing with Millie. Fabi had finished hers and was upstairs getting her nails done. She had chosen a simpler, medium-layered haircut that went well with her face and personality.

"Hi, beautiful! Have you seen Fabi around?"

She smiled. "Do you like it?"

"I love it. It fits you, your face, and your outgoing nature. Do you like it?"

"Like it? I love it! Thank you."

She still had her right hand being painted, but she showed her left-hand nails like a bishop expecting us to kiss his ring. I said, "That is very nice and very nicely done."

Then Millie came upstairs. It was like a Disney princess. Damn! When they distributed beauty, she must have got in line several times. Vera whispered to me. "If she needs, come back tomorrow, and we redo the braids."

She did her nails, and we went home. We picked Raquel on the way, and she came together with Alba and Nina. Linda came one hour later. Raquel took care of introductions, and Millie and Fabi mixed into their group very quickly. That was when I discovered a new physics law: in a group of female teens, the noise is proportional to the square of the number of members in the group. My apartment is big, but six excited teenagers made it quite chaotic.

I called Millie and Fabi to the dinner table, and the additional four pairs of eyes came prying after them. I showed Millie the panties and bra I had bought for her, and she couldn't believe it. She would never be able to spend that much money on a simple luxury. Amid the Ooohs and Aaahs of the girls, she looked at me with tears in her eyes and hugged me so tightly that I feared she would break one of my ribs. "Why are you so kind to me?"

"Well, I am kind to your sister, too," and I gave the other pair to Fabi. The girls repeated the Ooohs and Aaahs and a chorus of "Try them! We want to see!" I told them to go to my room and try them. "There is a pair of robes behind the door of the bathroom. Use them when you come back." They came back wrapped in the robes, and Fabi said. "Yes, they fit, and they are beautiful, but we are practically naked under the robes," Raquel said. "Don't be shy. We all have seen each other naked one time or another when we come to Chris' swimming pool in the summer." And the chorus went. "We want to see!"

Millie was extremely embarrassed, but Fabi, more daringly, got rid of her robe, showing a perfect teen body with small breasts and perfect curves. Her bush was impressive. Millie had no other option than to remove hers as well. The verdict was unanimous. "They fit! They are perfect," followed by the chorus, "Why only Millie and Fabi? What about us?"

I beckoned Millie and asked her to come near. With professional intentions, I examined the waxed area. It had some small red points that should disappear with moisturizer. I asked, "Is everything OK? Are there any sore points?"

"My bum is itching like hell."

"Do you want me to examine it?"

"Not here, not now."

"Of course, duh! Before going to bed. Now, please try the dress; otherwise, seven women will be in my bed tonight."

"With which shoes?"

"That nude one you tried the other day. But don't use the pantihose yet. This is just a trial."

She went to my room with Raquel, and they took some minutes before she returned. The first reaction of the otherwise unruly bunch, and mine, was silence as if a red angel had landed in the room. She was really beautiful. An angel in the color of the devil, elegantly poised, with some of the defiance I noted the first time I saw her, but without the piercings. After that instant of silence, all hell broke loose. The girls were enthusiastic, all around her shouting 'stunning,' 'beautiful', 'gorgeous', etc. She hugged Raquel for a whole minute, then Fabi and then she came with open arms to hug me.

I said. "My butterfly!"

"If it were not for you, this would have never happened. Thank you. I do feel like your butterfly."

I examined the dress and found it perfect on her. As Raquel had bigger boobs than Millie, it was a tad loose at the bust. A couple of stitches might solve that problem, but she would have to be careful when leaning forward. Or not!

She changed back to her clothes, and we ordered pizzas. The girls stayed until late. Raquel was the last to leave, and I invited her to spend the night. She promptly agreed and called her mother.

The four of us slept in my bed. Me, then Millie, then Fabi, then Raquel. Millie was quite emotional and cried a little. I hugged her and rested her head on my chest. When I woke up the next morning, we were in the same position, and having her so close to my breast had an immediate effect on my pussy. I was tempted to rub my leg on hers, but that would certainly leave a wet patch.

Twelve

Friday arrived at last! Breakfast for four. I took care of coffee, Millie of toasts, Raquel of setting the table, and Fabi of squeezing the oranges. "That's an easy task; there are only two oranges."

"The juice of half an orange is enough for all of us taking our pills!"

They went to the bedroom and came back with one pill each. Raquel hadn't brought hers but used one of Fabi's with a solemn promise of returning it later that day. Thank goodness it was the same brand. She who had never borrowed a pill let her cast the first stone at Raquel.

Millie's hairdo was not affected by one night of sleep. She was still the same princess, so the return to Vera was crossed out of our schedule. The make-up artist was scheduled for 4 PM, and we scheduled Millie to bathe at 3 PM.

I pulled Millie to a corner and asked about the waxing aftermath. She said yes, she was using tons of moisturizer.

"And the bum? Still prickly."

"A bit."

"Do you want me to examine it?"

"Between the discomfort and the shame, leave as it is. It is getting better."

"A few hairs probably broke when she pushed the wax. That is why I don't like shaving. The prickly hairs... prick."

"I never in my life thought that I would be talking to someone that freely about my bum hair."

"You can talk freely to me about anything, my love. I will hear without criticism or judgment, I promise."

I examined the dress and asked Raquel if we could stitch the neckline by one inch. Millie said. "Let Fabi do it. She knows all about sewing." And so, she did. She did it so that it was invisible from the front but easy to reverse if you looked from the back. Millie tried, and it got 50% better. If she leaned forward, we still could see her boobs. As she was without a bra, the vision was divine. My panties got instantly wet.

We went for a sandwich in a bar around the corner and returned just in time for the make-up session. I suggested, "With a skin and a pair of eyes as beautiful as yours, ask for as little make-up as possible. You don't have any features to disguise. Possibly a couple to enhance." Fabi and Raquel agreed with me.

At 7 PM, Millie bathed, painted, and combed. She went to the bathroom to modestly put on the panties and bra and returned to my room to put on the dress. It was really fake modesty because she was practically naked when she came back.

Have you ever seen a naked angel? That was her. I would have to pay overtime to the gusset of my panties.

Adam arrived at 8 PM sharp, very elegant in a dark blue suit, white shirt, and a tie with dark blue and silver stripes. Both girls praised their fathers' elegance.

I used my father's professional camera to take their photos, Millie alone, Millie and her Dad, Millie, and Fabi, and then the three together. Then Millie and Raquel. Then Millie and me. Then everybody together. Then I said. "Now you go, or you will be late. Up to thirty minutes late is chic; more than that is a no-no."

Adam left with his princess under his arm and a happy smile on his face.

Raquel went home, and Fabi and I were left alone. We chatted about her views of the school and the other girls' prejudice. She said that she felt it, but not in the same way as her sister. She made friends at school, both boys and girls. She was dating the guy she mentioned earlier, and they were petting rather heavily but had not gone all the way yet. She wanted to do "the deed" with someone she was deeply in love with, which was not the case.

We were in my room and chatted some more until she lay beside me and fell asleep.

Thirteen

Just past midnight, Millie and Adam came back. She was teary, and Adam was grave.

"What happened? Your car shouldn't turn into a pumpkin before 2 AM."

Then I noticed that the strap of Millie's dress was held in place with a safety pin.

Adam put his arm around his daughter and said. "We had a bit of a problem, and little Millie here was the night's hero."

Fabi asked. "What did you do, Mil?"

"It was a wonderful evening. Everybody was very elegant. The girls in my class were surprised by my looks and told me so. The ball started, and I danced with Dad." Then, turning to Fabi. "Do you know that Dad can dance? And very well at that!"

Adam smiled and said to me, "Gen Z kids think nothing existed before they came around!"

Millie continued. "It was a bit surreal. All the girls said I was beautiful, and all the boys asked me for a dance. But then there is always the idiot on duty. Do you know Tom Campos, Fabi?"

"The soccer jock?"

"The very one. He is dating Angela, but that didn't stop him from being outrageous. When he saw me, he whispered, 'If I knew you were that beautiful, I would have done you long ago.' I was speechless, and all I could say was. 'You wish!'."

Fabi said. "What a piece of shit." Then, blushing. "Sorry, Dad."

Adam added. "There was a line of guys waiting to dance with Millie. She was the star of the party!"

"Don't exaggerate, Dad."

Fabi asked. "But then, apart from being the star, what happened."

"I was dancing with Carlos Mendes, and Tom was dancing with Angela nearby. I noticed that he was trying to force his leg between hers and she wasn't letting him. After a few attempts, I saw him touching her breast, and she left him in the middle of the dance floor, outraged. He came after her, barking 'Come back' like an order. I left Carlos and got in his way, saying, 'Tom, a no is a no! Leave her quiet.' He looked at me with hatred in his eyes and said. 'Get out of my way, you bitch.' That is when he decided to punch me. He is a good soccer player but not as good as he is in a fight. He telegraphed how he was going to punch me, but (a) I am taller than him, and (b) I am a Nidan. I applied a seoi-nage and he crashed to the ground!"

Fabi cried. "Ippon!"

Millie smiled and continued. "More of a waza-ari."

I stopped them. "Are you girls speaking Japanese now? I know what nidan is, you told me, but what is something nage and wazar?"

They both laughed at me and explained that seoi-nage is a basic and effective throw, ippon is a perfect throw, and a waza-ari is not so perfect.

Fabi then asked. "Did he come after you?"

"No, he fell into an awkward position and twisted his ankle. It swelled instantly. He looked at me with hatred and called me a few names. That was when I said very loudly. 'In addition to being a moron and a bully, are you a rapist and a woman beater as well, Tom?' Then the peacemakers pulled me out and brought ice for Tom's ankle."

Fabi, enthusiastic, said, "Attagirl."

Adam added. "I was far from the action and only learned what was happening when Millie came to our table, holding the dress strap."

"It must have torn when I threw him. But then, someone came quickly with a safety pin. I don't think it tore. The seam must have split. Until that moment, I was calm as in a judo championship. Then I started trembling, asking myself, 'What have I done?'. That was when Angela came and hugged me, thanking me for defending her. You know Fabi, the girls in my class don't care for me, Angela included. But they all came to greet and thank me. I became the defender of my classmates' honor! A little calmer, I called Carlos and asked him whether we were going to complete the dance, which we did. When I returned to our table, Tom's father was there, worried that I would sue his son."

'He regrets his actions and apologizes to you.' I hadn't thought about suing him, but I replied. 'I will consider his apology if he does it in front of the entire class and apologizes first to Angela for his inconvenient behavior, then to the class for spoiling the evening, and then to me.' Mr. Campos looked at me and said. 'He will do it.' I then asked Dad to go home, and here we are."

Fabi and I said at the same time. "Wow!"

Adam then said. "Wow, indeed. I think now is the time to go home. Why don't you change Millie? Have you got your stuff ready, Fabi?"

I went to my room with Millie, and she hugged me and said, "Can I stay with you tonight?"

"Well, if you promise you won't throw me to score an ippon, yes."

She smiled and went to his father who was against the idea because the girls had given me enough trouble already. "No trouble! In reality, it has been lots of fun." Adam protested a little, but eventually, he left with Fabi.

Fourteen

After they left, Millie came to me and hugged me so tightly that I thought she had forgotten her promise not to try any judo throws with me. She started to cry, and I asked why.

"Oh, Chris, it was all very emotional to me. The way I was treated by the girls - and by the boys - then dancing with my father and then being asked to dance with a number of boys in my class were all new experiences to me. A sense of belonging. It is silly, but I was feeling a bit like Cinderella. Even the stupid thing Tom Campos said to me made me mad, but it made me sort of proud."

"I knew. You are so naturally beautiful that just a little bit of added beauty care, and I knew you would be the queen of the ball."

"Thank you, Chris. You know I haven't had a mother since I was six and did not have an older sister until I was eighteen." Then, sobbing. "Thank you for everything, for encouraging me, for believing in me, for investing in me, and for everything only a loving sister could have done. It must have cost you a fortune, but it would have been the most perfect night if it were not for that idiot. But even that was not all that bad. The girls have discovered I exist, and I became the defender of their honor! Isn't life curious?"

I kissed her tears and said. "I am glad that I'm seeing a transformation in you. You got rid of all those horrible piercings, you accepted my advice on being the valedictorian, you accepted my advice on becoming even more beautiful, despite the waxing thing." She scowled and said. "For no good reason!"

I smiled. "Never mind, the fact is you are much more confident in yourself. I bet it was the first time in your life that you used judo for a practical purpose."

"Yes, it was."

"And perhaps, the wall between you and your colleagues was melted from both sides."

"Hmmm! Maybe."

"And I loved when you called that guy a rapist and a woman beater. These things have to be called. Always,"

"Overall, it was an unforgettable evening, but I am exhausted. May I take a shower?"

"Yes, my love. Wouldn't you rather have a bath?"

She blushed, and I asked. "What?"

"Ahmm, it is that Raquel told us that your bath has... hmm, some extra features."

"Ah! The jets. Do you want me to prepare one for you?"

"What will you think about me if I do?"

I giggled. "I will think you are careful with your hygiene and that you have a healthy sexual curiosity."

She thought for a moment, and I asked. "Can I ask you a very intimate question?"

She raised her eyebrows and answered a very long and guarded yes.

"Do you masturbate?"

She blushed like I never saw her blush before. Not even on the Jamanta occasion. "Yes, why?"

"Do you feel good?"

"Aham"

"So! There is nothing wrong with it. The jets are just nothing else than a new way of doing it. If you want to do it, that is."

"Oh, I will die of shame."

"You shouldn't. Anyway, you can always have just a relaxing bath without the jets."

She agreed, and I filled the tub. I regulated the temperature and added some very bubbly bath foam.

She undressed with her back to me. I found it cute and loved the view of her perky ass. She then came to the bathtub with one arm across her tits and one hand over her pussy. Even cuter! When she entered the bathtub, she gave me her hand for balance, and I saw her wonderful little tits uncovered for the first time. She has beautiful puffy nipples with areolas so light that they barely stand out from the color of her breasts. When she got in the tub, she had to use her other hand and, without wanting to, showed me her pussy as well. She had chosen a waxing "model" in which she left a somewhat furry triangular patch. Her inner labia are entirely covered by her outer labia. In summary, a perfect pussy. I was getting very excited with the view.

She lay down in the bathtub and covered herself with foam.

I said. "Here is your towel; call me if you need any help."

"Can't you stay with me? Please?"

Who can say no to such a request? "Yes, my love. Do you want a massage?"

"Aham"

I sat on a stool behind her and started massaging her neck, using the foam as a lubricant. She moaned. "Do you learn to become a masseuse at the nursing school?"

"No, but you learn it in the hospital to relieve your patient's pains. Real-life school."

I kneaded her neck, starting in the back and going all the way around in wider circles until I was kneading the top of her breasts. I kept there for a minute, and she said. "Hmmm, that's so nice. I can stay here until tomorrow morning!" I decided to risk enlarging the circle. I was kneading her entire breast without touching her nipples. Their breasts were afloat now, and I could see her puffy nipples even puffier. The water was getting cold, and I went to the faucets to warm it up. She immediately complained. "No, don't stop!" I regulated the temperature again and went back to my stool. I started again from the neck but got to her breasts much faster this time. I massaged around her nipples without touching them, waiting for her reaction. She purred like a cat. I caressed her breasts across her nipples to search for a reaction, and she just purred louder. I caressed her nipples, which were hard like two small rocks.

She turned to me and said. "Can I ask you a question? Sort of embarrassing?"

I said, giggling. "You can ask me anything, my love. Whether I will respond is another subject."

"Have you ever made love to Raquel?"

I thought to myself. "What has Raquel been babbling around?" Then I answered. "Whether I did or did not is an issue between Raquel and me. Neither she nor I should be going around spreading details."

All this time, I was still playing with her nipples.

"Can I tell you a secret?"

"The best-kept secrets are the ones you don't tell anyone."

"But this involves just me. And I want to tell you. I have to ask you a question."

"Ok"

"The other night I had a dream about you and Raquel. I woke up so excited that I had to masturbate. I kept thinking about you two, and I had a strong orgasm. And now, I am enjoying your touch on my nipples. Loving it, in fact. Does that mean that I am becoming a lesbian?"

I kissed her head and said, "First of all, stop looking at the world as black and white. There are various shades of gray in between. Second, you are just learning to enjoy your sexuality. Relax and enjoy it. And keep it to yourself. I will give Raquel an earful."

I started kissing her ear and pushing my tongue into it. She gave a little cry and turned to me, which allowed me to kiss her lips, just my lips against hers.

Fifteen

"Have you ever been kissed before, my love?"

"No"

"Let's make this a very slow experience."

I kissed her lips again. After a moment, I let the very tip of my tongue touch her lips and retracted it, expecting her to do the same. She didn't. I tried again and... nothing. Finally, at the third time, she got my clue and copied me. When she retreated, I forced my tongue a little bit between her lips. She returned very softly but, all of a sudden decided to force her tongue a little bit between my lips as well. We kept this pattern, each time entering each other's mouth a bit more, until I was able to capture her tongue in my mouth, and we started kissing for real.

"How was that?"

"Oh, Chris, I loved it. Don't stop, please!"

I went to the tub's controls and switched the jet pump. I pointed one jet to her pussy and asked. "Is this comfortable?"

"Yes, yes, it is, yes, it is. It's getting me excited."

I increased the pump's pressure and sat beside her.

"Are you enjoying the jet?"

"Oh, Chris, this is wonderful."

"Can I watch you coming?"

She held my hand and looked into my eyes. "I'm loving this."

In a few moments, she started to wriggle underwater. She started to cry, still looking into my eyes. "It's coming, it's coming!"

And then it came. Watching a woman come is such a beautiful experience, and it is even better when the woman is that beautiful.

I switched the pump off, and she said. "I think I peed."

"Probably not, my love. You may have squirted."

"What?"

"It is something that very excited women do sometimes."

"Is it good or bad?"

"It is just wonderful! I will explain it to you, but now let's have a quick shower. Do you mind if I shower together with you?"

She looked at me "Duh! Get rid of these clothes!"

"Why don't you help me?"

She pulled my t-shirt up, which was easy, considering how tall she was. She then unclasped my bra, and her eyes got glued on my tits. She extended her hands, but I tapped them jokingly and said, "What about my panties?"

She knelt and started pulling them down, but I closed my knees, and that held the panties mid-thigh, with the wet gusset showing outwards. "Look what you did to me!"

She pulled them down and smelled them, the vixen.

"Do you like the aroma?"

She made a face of great pleasure and threw the panties to the pile.

We got into the shower, and I placed myself behind her and started to wash her back; then, I raised her arms and soaped her armpits. I pulled her and washed her breasts, tweezing her puffy nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. She moaned. I kissed her ear, and my hands started to roam on her body. First, I washed her bum, kneading each globe and then running my fingers along the cleft. "Are you still feeling the prickly hairs?"

"I don't know, and I don't care just now. Just don't stop."

I washed the whole area well, including the rim of her rosebud. I heard moans, several moans. Then my other hand started descending to wash her pussy. I deliberately avoided her clit and washed her from the groin upwards. She has a closed pussy, like a baby's, and I felt how closed it was when I passed my finger along it. Her outer labia "bit" my finger. She was very wet, a different sort of wet than that of the water. I was kissing her all the time, and her moans echoed inside my mouth. When I touched her clit, I discovered that it was a tad larger than usual and was all out of its hood. Touching it was like an electric discharge on her, and she had an orgasm, a biggie, and almost fainted in my arms.

"What was that?" she asked.

"That is what happens when you give yourself to someone you love."

We kissed for a long time under the shower until she said. "I am all clean now, and you are not," and she started washing me. She took quite a while to wash my tits.

"They are so lovely. So much bigger than mine."

"Don't you worry, my love. Many men, and a lot of women, including yours truly, love smaller tits. Yours are perfect."

"They could be at least a B."

"You got used to getting As at school, being a top student. You had to get an A in your tits too."

She giggled and kissed my nipple. I said. "You can suck them." And suck she did.

I asked her to finish with the shower, and she washed my bum, repeating what I had done to hers. Then she washed my pussy, and I asked her to wash inside. She put her finger inside me with the utmost care as if she were going to hurt me.

"It is so wet inside!"

"Why don't you taste your fingers?"

She pulled her finger and smelled it. "It smells even better than your panties. Straight from the source." And then she giggled and put it in her mouth.

I turned off the water and got two towels. I toweled her from head to toe and then toweled myself. We went to my room, and I said. "There isn't any point in getting pajamas, right?"

"No, absolutely not."

Sixteen

We entered my room in our birthday suits and jumped into my bed. We hugged and put my thigh between hers. I could feel how wet she was, and I bet she could feel the same.

We spent quite a while kissing and caressing and then my hand started wandering. She held it and said. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course, my love."

"I've read quite a number of lesbian stories both in Nifty and in Literotica. In 99% of them, there is a more experienced lesbian that kisses, licks, and sucks the less experienced first, and then, when the less experienced one wants to reciprocate, the "senior" lesbian answers 'tomorrow, my love'. I want to invert the order with you."

"You want to explore my body, you little minx? Nothing in the world would give me more pleasure than that!"

"The trouble is I know the theory, but this is my first lab class."

I laughed. "Now I am your lab?"

She blushed and said. "You know what I meant."

I pulled her on top of me and said. "Use your theoretical knowledge. Try anything you want. My answers, my moans, my goosebumps, and my girlcum production are the guides you should be looking for. If, by any chance, anything is not going well, I will tell you."

We kissed for a long time then she started to kiss my neck. I had to intervene to prevent any hicks, not that any had happened. She went down to my tits, where she seemed a kid in a confectioner's store.

"You can suck harder, my love!" She increased the pressure, and my pussy started to ooze my girl honey.

After a while, she started to go down, a little hurriedly, but soon got to my pussy. I spread my legs, and as I was very excited, my pussy was all smeared. I could feel my own aroma.

"Oh, Chris, the smell is so good. It makes me wet just feeling it."

She started to kiss me, trying to find the treasure map. When she licked the entrance of my pussy I said. "There, lick there. Try to push your tongue into me." I was so wet I was afraid she would drown.

She raised her head and said. "I told you, drinking from the source is much better!"

I giggled and asked. "Put a finger inside. No, put two!"

"Won't I hurt you?"

"Do it slowly, and you'll get the feel of it. Just fuck me!"

"Are you liking to be fucked by me? Are you liking your new lover?"

I was becoming very excited, and I needed a release. "Yes, love, Lick my clit now. Suck it."

She got her theoretical studies absolutely right. She sucked on my clit and, at the same time, passed her tongue on it. It didn't need too much time for me to crash into a monumental orgasm.

She went to my pussy hole and said. "Jeez! There is a lot of girlcum coming out!" And proceeded to lick it all.

I pulled her up and kissed her, getting a few drops of my own cum from her mouth.

"You were outstanding. A natural!"

We kissed some more, and she yawned a little. I noticed it was half past three in the morning.

I pulled her head to my breasts and said. "Let us sleep. We have a full day to frolic around tomorrow."

In a few minutes, she was sleeping. I caressed her head, kissing her front until I fell asleep contented.

Seventeen

I woke up around 10 that morning. She had rolled to her side, which gave me a magnificent view of her bum. I felt like masturbating just looking at it, but then I changed my mind. I was sure there would be better orgasms in a few moments.

I went to pee, put on a robe, and prepared breakfast; orange juice, pancakes with maple syrup, coffee, and milk or cream.

I went back to my room and started kissing her ears and saying in as low a volume as I could. "Wake up, my princess. Breakfast is ready."

She opened her eyes, trying to find out where she was, and then she smiled, that 500-watt smile of hers, and kissed me.

"I have to pee and brush my teeth. Two minutes!"

She found another robe and came to the kitchen. When she got to the door, she yawned and stretched her arms. "I had the most beautiful night of my life."

"Come and eat a little to replenish your energy. I have various plans to spend it today."

"Oh, Chris, I am confused with the number of new experiences I had in one single evening. The ball, the fight, the girls, and then... you. I never thought it could be so good."

"You haven't seen half of it yet."

When she finished, I went to her, dipped my finger in the remaining syrup on her plate, and spread it on her lips. She immediately did the same, and we had a very sweet kiss.

I took her by the hand and went towards the room.

"The dishes? Shouldn't we put them in the dishwasher?"

"No! I need you. I need you now!"

We stripped our robes, and I pushed her on the bed and lay on top of her. I kissed her while my thigh forced her legs apart and rubbed my pussy into hers. We kissed, we kissed, and then we kissed again. Then I started kissing her neck, her chest, and her small breasts. I sucked her nipples with increasing pressure, hearing her moaning. Next, I kissed her tummy. Her abdomen was hard, as it should be for a judo fighter. I licked her navel, which provoked some louder cries. When I reached her pussy, I said. "I love a waxed pussy. The pain was not in vain, after all."

"Stop that and continue, please."

I had to use both my thumbs to push her pussy outer lips aside in order to see her inner lips and the source of her honey. And she was full of it. I pushed my tongue inside as deep as I could. I opened her vagina entrance and was able to see her hymen intact. I wouldn't do anything about that just then. I kept licking and tonguing "the gates of paradise" until I felt she really needed a release.

"Please, make me come, please, please, please. I need it!"

In a closer look, I confirmed that she had a larger-than-usual clit. Nothing out of proportion, but sufficient to allow that I enveloped my lips around it. Which I did. At the same time, I carefully put my finger in her pussy hole, which was producing a lot of girlcum. It didn't take long for her to raise her bum and squeeze my finger, overwhelming it with still more cum. I don't remember exactly what she said, but, oh my! she said it loudly.

When she came down from her erotic high, I hugged her and kissed her head.

"This isn't real, is it? I am dreaming, ain't I?"

"No, my love. This is real. And it is just the beginning."

We rested for a while, and then we took a quick shower with as little probing and licking as we could manage. We got dressed and went for a walk, talking about her new experiences.

She wondered."I liked having sex with you so much. Will I love boys as well?"

"Well... Men, in general, are less sensitive, less tender, and delicate in their lovemaking than women, but they have something we women don't have. And that something is wonderful. It does things no woman can do. And, by the way, it is quite handy if you want to become a mother. That's why I insist you and Fabi take your pills."

"Yesterday, until Tom decided to make an ass of himself, I was starting to care for one of the boys in my class. Carlos. Carlos Mendes. The one I was dancing with when the brouhaha happened. We danced 3 times last night. He is so cute and gentle that I thought for an instant that the waxing job had been a good idea." Then she giggled and went on. "But now, I am confused. Making love to you was such a heavenly experience that... that I am confused."

"Wait a little! You cannot become an art expert if you only know one painting! You are only eighteen. You are experimenting, and that is fantastic. Many girls your age would love to experiment, even if it is just for the kick of it, but they don't have the balls." She giggled.

"You should invest in Carlos Mendes. You should seduce him. Little by little. Make him want you more than anything else in the world. You should be the spider while he is the fly. And then, if you are really attracted to him, you should kiss him, then kiss him some more, then let him feel you, and you feel him until eventually you do the deed. Provided that you keep taking your pills! And if he doesn't work, you should try another guy. Or another girl. That is the beauty of being eighteen."

She sighed, and I said. "But all that starts on Monday. This weekend you are mine."

She hugged my arm and said. "Yes, I am; let's go back to your house?"

"Let's have lunch first."

Eighteen

We went back home and got rid of our clothes very quickly. She lay on her back, and I knelt with one knee on each side of her. I kept moving forward until my pussy was one inch from her mouth, and then I retreated. I did it a couple of times, believing my knees would get her pinned. But then, she knows judo, and I don't. I don't know what she did, but in the next instant, the situation was inverted. Just looking at her pussy and smelling it was almost enough for me to reach an orgasm. I wanted to lick that girlcum, but she would not let me.

"Aha, you wanted to tease me, but who is teasing whom now?"

My luck was that she wanted me to lick her pussy, so she started coming increasingly near my mouth until I could lick her. She would come forward and backward, making her pussy lick my tongue instead of the opposite. At one point, she came forward a little too much, and my tongue touched her asshole.

She jumped and blushed, lying on top of me. "I'm sorry. I must have lost my balance."

"Was it a bad sensation?"

"The shame of putting you through that?"

"No, feeling my tongue licking your asshole."

"Christina!"

"Was it good or bad?"

"I don't know. I was so surprised that my only sensation was shame."

I hugged her and kissed her head and face. Then I said very low in her ear. "That beautiful asshole of yours is full of nervous terminations. It's very sensitive and can bring you great pleasure. The trouble is that, contrary to your pussy, it does not lubricate naturally. Playing with it requires lots of lubrication; if you lack anything better, your partner's saliva can be very useful. That's why you should always wash it before going to bed with anybody."

"I find it a little disgusting."

"Come here! Get into the dog position."

"You are mad!"

"Trust me."

She got on all fours, and I asked her to slightly spread her knees. It was a divine view. Her muscled ass, her beautiful, hairless cleft, and her pink rosebud. I started kissing her back, coming slowly down, and kissing each globe of her ass in turn until the middle of her thighs. Then I went back up, kissing the internal part of her thighs until the vertex, which was wet and with a delicious aroma. It was a bit hard to reach her clit from that position, but I managed to get my tongue in her pussy. At the same time, my hand started to run along the cleft of her ass very lightly. She was very excited, moaning a lot. I started to lick her perineum and go back to her pussy hole, more and more until my tongue reached her rosebud. She cringed all over, but I persisted, and she started to relax. When she was relaxed, I started to push my tongue into her ass, little by little, and she started to wriggle.

"Oh, Chris, this is so good. I never thought that sensation could be so good."

I put my index finger in her pussy without going too deep, and my thumb on her clit and licked that masterpiece of an asshole for a few minutes until she crashed with a huge orgasm. I hugged her and said. "Got a different view of your own rosebud, now?"

"You are a sorcerer. You can extract an orgasm from a place where there shouldn't be any."

I went to my drawer of tricks and selected a small dildo about 4 inches long and as thick as an AA battery. I licked her pussy, drinking her sweet honey and wetting the dildo with it. "Are you going to make me come again? Do you want to kill me?"

"It is a glorious death, isn't it?"

I kept licking her girlcum and wetting the dildo. I pushed her legs toward her chest in such a way that both her pussy and her asshole were at my mercy. I then pushed the dildo into her ass. "Relax, my love. Just relax"

It entered with a certain difficulty. I took it out and licked her hole some more. I tried again, and it went in. I inserted about 3 inches inside her very carefully.

"Is it okay, my love?"

"Strange, but okay."

I licked her pussy, and she started to wriggle.

She cried, "I am going to come!"

"Are you?"

That was when I switched the vibrator of the dildo on and sucked her clit at the same time. I had done this "treatment" several times to different girls, but the result was always the same. She took a couple of minutes to land back on Earth.

"Damn! Are you trying to kill me, Chris? You almost succeeded this time!"

I giggled and said. "The French, who are known for their experience in bedroom issues, call the orgasm "la petite morte."

"The small death. Well, from small death to small death you will end up by giving me a definitive one." She said, giggling.

"Are you complaining, my love? I can always stop."

"Absolutely not." And she pulled me and started kissing me. "I want to do the same with you."

"The same what?"

"I want to explore your bum hole."

I jumped from the bed, went to my drawer of tricks, selected a bigger 6x13/4" dildo, and gave it to her.

"Jesus, Christ. Are you able to withstand that?"

"If my lover is tender and careful and if she provokes my lust by wetting my asshole, yes!"

"Do you want me to lick you there?"

"Yes, unless it makes you uncomfortable, my love."

"It is that I have never done it before."

I looked her in the eye and said. "Until yesterday, you had never kissed another person outside your family. And not with the same objective."

"True! Lie on your tummy."

She lay on top of me and kissed my neck. She then stuck her tongue in my ear and whispered. "I will fuck that delicious bum of yours like nobody did before. Prepare for the best orgasm of your life!"

Pretentiousness aside, I was happy she could be that daring. She was a fast learner!

"Go ahead, you little seductress, let's see what you can do!"

She went down, kissing my back down to my waist. She left a trail of hot saliva. The little minx then slapped my bum and said. "On all fours!" I raised myself, and she slapped me again. "Spread those legs!" I started to feel alarmed by the monster I was creating. She started licking my pussy from behind. Her tongue penetrated my vagina as deeply as she could. She then reached my clit and sucked it, licking it very fast at the same time. I came on her face, and she licked as much as she could.

"This is just the beginning!"

She then slapped my bum a third time and said, better, commanded. "Spread that ass with your hands!". I promptly obeyed, and she started to lick me, from my clit to my perineum. She would get each time nearer to my asshole, but not exactly there.

"Lick my ass, please, my love!"

"Soon!" And she kept teasing me. As she was doing an excellent job on my pussy, I had a second orgasm.

"You seem to be enjoying the appetizer."

Finally, she brought her mouth to my anus. She rimmed it for a long time and stuck her tongue in it. That girl that was a complete virgin until last night was sucking my asshole with great competence. She smeared her finger with the lubricant and fingered my hole.

"Do you like that? Do you like my finger in your bum?"

"I do, my love!"

"Then relax it!" And she introduced two fingers. After relaxing my asshole, she lubricated the dildo and put it in position. "Are you ready!"

"As ready as I can be!"

She pushed carefully. I must have entered half an inch when it escaped. She started again, using her other hand like a plumbing sleeve. It went in about one inch. "Slowly now, my love." She pushed it very, very slowly. One inch in, half an inch out, until she said. "There is only one inch out, now." And then she commanded. "Lay on your back and pull your knees towards your chest!"

She started to lick my pussy while fucking my ass. Both the licking and the fucking got faster, and I came once more. She then attacked my clit and switched the vibrator on. I had an earth-shattering orgasm, as she had promised. It took me nearly five minutes to recover my breath and regularize my heartbeat.

I pulled her up and kissed her. "I'm proud! You have become capable of giving me many orgasms, with a biggie to close the series."

She rested on my breast, and we napped for a while.

When we woke up, we showered, and I took her back home.

Nineteen

Millie came to visit me several times after that night. I taught that girl almost all I knew; I must say, she was an A student.

Both Millie and Fabi became regular members of my summer swimming pool parties. The other girls loved them.

I am not quite sure, but I believe that Millie and Raquel have played around with each other, which I find great. On the other hand, I am sure that Fabi and her boyfriend did the deed. She loved it and had to hear me reminding her to take her pills.

The next year, Millie went to the University here in São Paulo, so she continued living with her father. She found a nice boy there and started to date him. Eventually, she also did the deed and also had to hear me reminding her to take her pills.

After all, I am still their older sister.

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