Jazz's Story Part 1

Jaspreet didn't know exactly when Andy had moved in next door to her. It must have been a while ago. He had even called round the house and talked to her parents. But she had barely paid attention, and certainly could tell you what he looked like. Why should she? He was just a bloke next door, all grown up and boring. But then one day she spotted him from her bedroom window, which looked across to a window on his staircase and then through a door into his bedroom. He was moving across the hallway into his bedroom and he was wearing just a towel. Evidently he was walking back from his bathroom.

She had seen boys before of course. In various innocent, juvenile games had even seen them naked. But she had always seen them as ridiculous and uninteresting. She had grown increasingly annoyed that many of her friends were already collecting boyfriends. And they just LOVED talking about boys practically all the time. 'Ooh, my boyfriend this, and my boyfriend that', or 'ooo, he's so hot, oh look at his arse' and so on. Jaspreet found the whole thing boring beyond belief. What was the fuss about? Boys were just girls with more spots and bad jokes. She would much rather spend time with her friend Kim watching K-pop videos.

But then, one entirely random day, there he was. And everything went... weird. First, she couldn't take her eyes off him. Even after he had passed into his bedroom and moved out of sight, she literally could not move. Second, she felt suddenly hot. A kind of prickly heat rising up her neck and filling into her face. It made her dizzy. Like she was falling.

It was actually pretty horrible.

Over the next few days, all she could think about was Andy the neighbour in his bath towel. The image just kept replaying in her head over and over. She fixated on every little detail - how his wet hair flopped over his face, how one hand gripped the edge of the towel to keep it up, the whiteness in the knuckles there. And (although it pained her to admit it to herself) yes she also fixated on the wavey bumps of his abdominal muscles rippling in the light, and on the way his lower back curved into his arse.

She found herself absent-mindedly doodling him in her diary. Then tearing out the page and burning it in the back garden when her parents were out. Now, whenever she bumped into him or saw him she behaved all strange. She didn't know what to do with her arms, and ended up hiding them behind her back. If he wasn't looking at her, she would yawn ostentatiously and wave her arms around like an electrocuted octopus until he turned around. And then she would blush and feel embarrassed.

Eventually she had to concede (to herself) that she had finally developed a full-on crush for a boy. Sorry, man.

This was frustrating on so many fronts. Mainly, because she didn't WANT to have a crush on a gross boy. Sorry, man. She liked the way things were - just her and Kim, looking down on all those poor fools wrestling with hormones and shit.

If there was one positive, it was that her crush was not one of those idiotic boys at school. That would be disastrous. Her attraction was exclusive to one guy - a full-grown man in his twenties, with a job and his own house, and who never seemed to notice her even when she behaved like a lunatic in front of him.

Ugh.

She hoped that this fixation would fade. That it was a passing fad. But instead it seemed to get worse. She would have dreams of him coming into her bedroom, touching her. Then she would wake up sweating, and find she was dry humping a pillow. Eventually, these unconscious fantasies became conscious daydreams. She would even plan and prepare for them. She would watch porn on her phone, carefully observing what the men did and how the women reacted. Then she would meticulously plan scenes in her imagination, replacing the porn actors with herself and Andy. Finally, she would set aside an evening all to herself. Lock her bedroom door. Undress and climb into her luxurious king-size bed. Then lose herself to scripted visions of Andy touching her all over, while she rubbed her clitoris until it burned with pleasure and stained the sheets.

Her friend Kim noticed that something had changed. That Jaspreet was spending more evenings on her own at home. That she was more distant and more distracted. So one day Kim confronted her: What the hell is going on with you? Jaspreet shamefully confessed her secret: She had a crush on a boy. Sorry, man. It was driving her insane, and she was doing... Well, you know. Practicing... 'Intimate things' on her own a lot.

Was it someone Kim knew?

No.

Had she asked him out?

No.

Why not?

Because he was a lot older, and he wasn't interested, and to be honest she wasn't even sure she wanted it to be real. It was a phase. It would pass.

So, what 'intimate things' have you been doing?

Erm....

It was actually a huge relief to Jaspreet to be able to talk to Kim openly about all this. It turned out Kim had also been practicing 'intimate things', and this gave them something more they could bond over. They would sit in Jaspreet's bedroom and swap stories about their sexual fantasies involving neighbours, and actors, and sports stars, and neighbours (neighbours came up a lot). They compared notes about how they masterbated and what parts of their bodies gave them most pleasure. One time they showed each other their favourite spots, and ended up masterbating together on Jaspreet's bed, rubbing themselves in synchronous fury and then laughing with each other at the absurdity of it all.

In a way, it felt like things had gone back to the way they were. It was just Jazz and Kim again - and Jaspreet could fold her fantasies into her life without ever really feeling the need for anything more.

Over time though, Jaspreet felt a small but perceptible change. Her greatest pleasure had always come from rubbing her clitoris, and the lips around her pussy. This feeling sent waves of sparkly feelings up her body that was like a drug: She couldn't get enough of it. But other feelings were encroaching. She started to feel soft things inside her vagina swelling almost painfully, especially just inside her vaginal entrance. Her muscles twinged and contracted more violently when she masterbated. And there was this feeling like an ache, or an emptiness inside her that all the sparkly feelings could not overcome.

She discussed this with Kim, who suggested Jaspreet try soaking a sponge in warm water and shoving it inside her. She tried that evening, but ended up urinating on the bed. She had to sleep on the floor that night, and the next day secretly washed her sheets at the laundrette so her Mum didn't see.

So, for Jaspreet's seventeenth birthday, Kim bought her a sex toy. A long, black vibrator made from a kind of smooth glossy plastic. Jaspreet read the instructions carefully, watched some porn videos involving vibrators, then late one night lubricated it carefully and inserted it inside her vagina. She couldn't get it very far though, the pain was too much. She persisted over the next few evenings though, until at last she managed to get it all the way inside.

It did not feel good. It just felt like a hard, uncomfortable object shoved up her. It was more like a medical procedure than an erotic experience. When she accidentally turned on the vibration it was like a pneumatic drill right on her spinal column, leaving her sore for days and walking strangely. Kim asked why she was walking funny, and when Jaspreet told her Kim thought it was just about the funniest thing she had ever heard.

Jaspreet saw the funny side too, eventually. Kim was good like that. Always bringing things into perspective.

"The problem Jazz", Kim said, "is that you need to get excited first! Then to begin with it's more about stroking than pushing!"

How did Kim know so much? Had Kim done it?

Yes! In fact, Kim had the same model vibrator. Why doesn't Kim come for a sleepover one night and they can work it out together.

So she did. Jaspreet prepared a select playlist of porn to watch, and while watching they talked sexy fantasies until they were both properly turned on. Eventually they began to masterbate, wriggling out of their skirts and underwear to rub themselves while Jaspreet's phone played a video of a woman being licked all over by a tattooed man.

"You wet?" Kim asked at one point, when they were both gasping.

"Yes," Said Jaspreet.

So, Kim gently made Jaspreet lie down on the bed and parted her legs, squatting between Jaspreet's raised knees and leaning in towards her pussy like an obstetrician delivering a baby. Then she turned the vibrator on to its lowest possible setting and began lightly moving it over the lips of her pussy. Jaspreet giggled and twisted and squirmed but Kim held her down with one hand pressed on Jazz's stomach and the other keeping the vibrator in contact with Jazz's pussy. Then Kim began to rub a little more firmly, around the lips and just inside the clitoris. The giggles gradually subsided, and instead Jaspreet began to breath heavily. Kim kept the vibrator gently rubbing around the clitoris, with Jaspreet's slender legs writhing a little now and then, and her hips contracting and rotating in spasms. Eventually, Jaspreet let out a full gasp, and a hand flew up over her mouth to stifle a cry.

And at this moment, as if it had been the sign she was waiting for, Kim slowly slid the vibrator in as far as it would go.

Jaspreet made a strange keening, whining sound that grew in pitch and volume as the vibrator penetrated.

Kim held it there for a while, and then began wiggling it around, changing the angle so it pressed on different spots, while increasing the vibration. Jaspreet let out a wobbly cry, which sounded so silly it actually made her laugh for a moment.

With smooth movements, Kim reached up and took Jaspreet's hand, guiding it down until Jaspreet was now controlling the vibrator. Then Kim reached across and took her own vibrator. She spread her own legs alongside Jaspreet's so that their feet were either side of each other, and their pussies were almost touching. She pulled off her top and her bra, grasping her breasts before lying back. Like a mirror image, or reflection of Jaspreet. Then she began to methodically slide her own vibrator into herself, and wriggle it around in the same motion she had shown Jaspreet. Their hands would often bump against each other as they pulled, pushed, twisted and pressed their vibrators. Their combined heavy breathing formed a continuous symphony of gasping pleasure, underlined by the buzzing drone of their vibrators.

Kim orgasmed first, with a profound and delicate sigh, her thighs trembling, her hands squeezing her breasts. Then Jaspreet, with a tortured grimace and a strangled cry, lifting her hips up high before flopping back down on the bed. There they lay, legs entwined, for a long time afterwards.

Kim's long, muscular legs - toned from dedicated running and exercise - were pressed against her own skinny ones. Her pale skin, almost white, contrasting with Jaspreet's dark skin, almost black in the gloom. Lifting her head, Jaspreet saw Kim's body laid out before her. The pubic hairs of her pussy a delicate coating of cute neat curls. Her flat stomach with muscles visible beneath, rising to breasts firm enough to hold their shape even lying flat. Those slender, graceful arms curved over her head.

Kim was, quite simply, beautiful and sexy. Jaspreet loved her more than anyone, but this was really the first time she had actually noticed that she was genuinely hot. And it made her suddenly a little self-conscious. Aware of her own stick-like limbs. Breasts that were barely breasts. Unruly hairs on her pussy, under her arms. How could she ever hope to look sexy compared to someone like Kim?

She sat up, gathering herself together. Kim sat up as well, and they looked at each other a little sheepishly.

"Well, that worked." Said Jaspreet, holding up her vibrator and inspecting it.

Kim smiled demurely, looking up from under those big black eyelashes. There was a faint blush still on her cheeks that was quite adorable. Like an anime princess.

They slept together in bed that night. They were too tired to do anything except crawl under the covers just as they were. They spooned up together: Kim, tall and soft, with Jaspreet curled up against her.

Jaspreet had dreams in which Andy strode towards her, smouldering with lascivious purpose. But instead of embracing her, he walked straight past into the arms of Kim, who was naked and sensational.