Jazz's Story - Part 2

The next day, Jaspreet decided it was about time she made an effort. She needed to make herself sexy. While in the shower she plotted things out carefully, then went straight into stage 1: Over breakfast she asked Kim if she could start running with her. Told her she wanted toned legs and abs like Kim had.

Kim was delighted and they spent a happy morning planning workout routines and putting dates in calendars for going to the gym and getting memberships.

In the afternoon, stage 2: Jaspreet went to the shops and bought herself a pack of expensive female razors, shaving cream, exfoliating scrub and a tub of vaseline. She went home and sat in the bath, with a mirror between her legs, and carefully shaved her unruly hairs. It took several hours of exfoliating, creaming, shaving and rinsing, but by the end her pussy and her armpits were smooth, albeit covered in thick layers of vaseline because of the number of nicks she had given herself.

She walked like a crab all the next day: Stinging under her arms and between her legs. But over the months she kept up a routine of shaving and moisturising that gradually eased the pain. Skin that had started out bumpy andd uneven, became smoother and softer.

The exercise was paying off too, under Kim's dedicated guidance. Although her arms and legs remained spindly, when she flexed them there was some clear muscle definition. Most noticeable though was her abs. Her natural skinniness meant that these muscles were impressively visible, making her look athletic instead of malnourished.

Alongside these changes, Jaspreet started to feel a new confidence in herself. She wore clothes that revealed more of her body, and she began to recognise how boys noticed her. How their eyes wandered down the length of her. When she and Kim were in the gym together, wearing their two-piece outfits, heads turned. Men stared. Women glared. Some accidentally walked into equipment, or dropped weights on their feet and afterwards, Kim and Jaspreet would roll around in hysterical laughter at these reactions.

Jaspreet began experimenting with boys, and going out on dates. They were often very sweet and shy boys, and she had to work quite hard to get them to kiss her. She had to work harder to get them to touch her. But their groping just felt clumsy and did nothing for her: Just frantic kneading of her breasts over her shirt, or painful squeezing of her groin through her trousers. Ugh.

But she enjoyed the kissing, and experiencing the different styles and approaches they took.

She was never serious about a relationship or anything long term. Even at eighteen that just seemed silly. Like mortgages or pensions, serious relationships were for grown ups. To her, it was just fun. And practice.

Her favourite thing about these dates was actually talking to Kim about them afterwards. They would analyse in detail what the boys did and how they did it, and then laugh at themselves for being so girly. They would then watch a Korean martial arts movie and make comments about 'real men'.

Jaspreet still fantasised about Andy. Whenever she saw him, she still felt that strange hot sensation - something she never got from her revolving door of boyfriends. And when she masterbated, although she often tried hard to picture her boyfriends penetrating her, they had always morphed into Andy before she orgasmed.

Sometimes it was Kim, holding the vibrator and concentrating hard as she manipulated it.

Afterwards she still felt a slight hollow ache in her vagina, as if something was missing.

Then everything changed.

Kim, who was a year older than Jaspreet, left to go to University. She wasn't moving far, but as she packed up her belongings into her antique Ford Fiesta, and drove off down the road, it felt as though she was disappearing to the end of the world.

Jaspreet felt utterly lost without Kim. And although they talked almost daily on the phone it just wasn't the same.

It was tempting for her to sink into a kind of hopelessness. To mope in her room, listening to Taylor Swift and we writing dark poetry. But this just wasn't Jaspreet's personality. She loved life too much. She had too much energy, and her biological need to find ways of spending it was simply irrepressible.

So she threw herself into study, and her exercises. Instead of spending nights out with Kim, she spent more of them at the gym. Here, her skimpy two-piece outfit continued to draw stares, but she stopped paying attention to them. It was no fun without Kim.

The rest of her nights she spent on her bed with books, laptops and notepads strewn haphazardly around it. This had the added benefit that she often caught glimpses of Andy, wandering into his bedroom. Each glimpse sent a small shudder through her, and invariably sent her hand plunging between her legs.

By now, she was a complete master of the vibrator and could bring herself to orgasm so quickly it barely interrupted the flow of her studies.

In fact, she was seeing a lot more of Andy. When she went out in the mornings, she could see him through his kitchen window drinking tea. He was always wearing the same things: t-shirt and shorts. And each time she saw him in those shorts her head would be full of images of those legs and that arse for the rest of the day.

Sometimes she saw him going out of the house, down to the shops or out to the pub. Then, without fear of being spotted, she would find herself staring vacantly across his staircase into his bedroom. Sometimes she imagined being in his bed when he got home, waiting for him naked on his bed. In her imaginings his reaction varied, from 'get the hell out of my house!' to 'oh, god, you are so sexy!'.

In the former case, she would return to her studies in a sulk. In the latter, she would be leaning against the window for longer as her imaginary self tore off Andy's clothes, and he ravished her.

Her studies would have to wait for the end of another short vibrator break.

That vibrator was now the veteran of countless sessions. It was almost spending more time inside her than outside, and the heavy use was starting to tell. The battery could barely make it through to orgasm without making a sad noise as it slowed down the motors. The shiny black finish was mottled and looked cloudy no matter how much she cleaned it, and had a slightly rougher surface that could make her vaginal entrance sore if she used it several times in a day. Worse still, there were a couple of tiny chips in the plastic from where it had been accidentally dropped. These chips had hard edges, and one time when Jaspreet had become particularly excited, the chip cut her quite painfully.

Finally, one evening, it simply refused to turn on at all. It was done. It had had enough.

Jaspreet called Kim to tell her the sad news, and over the phone they had a mock funeral ceremony for the thing: It will be missed by its dearly beloved pussy; It will be leaving behind a deep hole; From plastic it was born, and to plastic it shall return. And so on.

"So what will you do now?" Said Kim.

Jaspreet didn't know. To be honest, it had all been becoming a little mechanical for her anyway. Maybe she would see if she could get an upgraded vibrator, one that had a rubber texture more like a real cock. But she didn't know. It always left her still feeling empty.

"You know what I think?" Kim responded. "Why don't you just have sex? You could pull pretty much any man you want to. You know how they look at you! Especially in that gym outfit. Any man in that gym would fuck you in an instant. So, let them! See what a real cock feels like! And if you still feel empty afterwards you know it's not about the cock."

What would it be about if not the cock? Jaspreet asked, only half joking.

"I don't know! The person, maybe? Maybe it's not just sex you want. Maybe it's actually a relationship."

"Ugh!" Retched Jaspreet. "How dare you! Take that back! I'm eighteen, not forty!"

But Kim had a point. She COULD have real sex, she knew it. She knew what men were thinking when they saw her. She recognised that she was the object of their fantasies, just as Andy was the object of hers. But most of the boys she knew were obnoxious. And the men in the gym were leery and creepy. The idea of directing her 'come hither' stare at them (the stare that, Kim assured her, would have any man or woman on their knees), was just gross. She just needed someone like Andy. Someone she fancied but who didn't spend all their time undressing her with their eyes, or talking about 'long term' crap.

Hell, maybe she should just fuck Andy.

And, as was so typical of Jaspreet, that was that. The moment she decided she wanted to do something, she set out to do it. She began to make her plans.

The holidays started next week, meaning Jaspreet would be home during the day. And, because her parents now deemed her mature enough to be on her own (the fools), they would both be at work.

Again, as was so typical of Jaspreet, she did her preparations meticulously. The first day of the holidays she took an emergency appointment at the GP, and got a prescription for a contraceptive pill. She went home and shaved herself with extra care, moisturising her whole body thoroughly.

Through careful observations she worked out roughly the time that Andy went down the stairs each morning to start work. She looked him up on the internet to find out more about his work, learning the things he wrote about and was clearly interested in. She read a number of things he had written about history, and politics - which was perfect, since this was what she was studying.

She then started to do her research on how to seduce men. She read articles with titles like 'what men really want from sex', and watched videos about seduction techniques:

"Draw their attention to your body", they told her. "Ask for their opinions about them. Anything to draw their gaze to the parts most likely to arouse them."

She spent a long time standing naked in front of a mirror, examining herself for any weapons she could employ. The mole on her back wasn't particularly interesting. She had a smaller one right up close to her pussy, but that might be going a bit too far.

She thought about just turning up on his doorstep in her gym kit and letting nature take its course, but was worried about scaring him off. Instead she would find a more innocent excuse to visit, and work more gently towards the opportunity.

After a few days of planning, she put her plans into motion. She dressed modestly in skinny trousers and a tight t-shirt. Many hours had been spent deciding on this outfit: Not too revealing, but enough to make her flat stomach and slender figure obvious. She slung a bag around her shoulders filled with laptop, notepads and textbooks, then she marched round and rang his doorbell.

Andy appeared at the door in his habitual shorts and t-shirt, holding the cup of tea he seemed to always hold in his hand. He looked rather tired, and was certainly startled to see her.

Jaspreet launched into her prepared speech about a history assignment she was working on, and how she was having some trouble with it, and her Dad had said that Andy was a bit of an expert so could he help?

For a moment, she thought he was going to say 'no'. It was clearly going through his mind. Jaspreet held her breath until finally he said:

"Sure" with a slightly confused expression.

He led her through to the living room. He had his laptop on the dining table, and invited Jaspreet to set her own up next to him.

She asked him a few history questions - again carefully prepared to appeal to his areas of expertise. But gradually they settled into a pattern of working silently. Every now and then she would throw out another planned question, all designed to make him think that he was being invaluable to her.

"You want some tea?" Andy asked, some time around mid-morning.

Jaspreet said yes, and Andy went in the kitchen to put the kettle on. Jaspreet followed him.

"Do you always wear shorts? " She asked lightly.

Andy looked down, as if noticing them for the first time.

"Um. No, I guess just when I'm in the house. "

"That's some good muscle definition in those calves there. What do you do? Cycling? "

"Well, no. I run quite a bit. And I go to the gym. You know, weights and stuff."

Jaspreet had found her 'in'. They chatted animatedly about exercise and fitness, while the kettle boiled and the tea was made.

Andy was like a child when in a subject he loved. Full of unselfconscious enthusiasm and energy. A perfect match for Jaspreet's own bubbling conversational style.

"We should do a workout!" She enthused. "You can try my routine! I bet it would kill you!"

His eyebrows rose to the challenge.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah!"

"Fine! Bring it on!"

"Really?"

" Really! "

"Alright. Let me Just get my kit! "

Things had planned out rather better than expected. Dashing back to her house, Jaspreet raced upstairs to get her gym kit. She hesitated for only a moment, deciding whether to wear her modest tracksuit or go for broke with her skimpiest two-piece.

Two-piece it was.

She checked herself in the mirror. Her slender figure was shown off perfectly as she stood with her hips titled. She fluffed her breasts a little, as though she could somehow inflate them a little. But there wasn't really much she could do about that. Her abs were her most powerful weapon, and they looked just fine.

Dashing back, Andy was still in his shorts and t-shirt. As if he hadn't thought she was serious. But as soon as he saw her in her kit, she knew she had him. His eyes widened, and did that flicker up and down her body that she was so familiar with. His mouth opened as if to say something, then closed again stupidly.

Joyful and excited, Jaspreet bounced around while Andy cleared space in the living room. And then they went through a good 30 minute workout, with Jaspreet calling out the exercises and timings, and taking every opportunity to bend over Andy and correct some imagined problems with his posture or technique. She could see Andy's eyes flicking to her breasts, her legs, her stomach. And she could sense the desire in those eyes, politely peeking from behind them.

Afterwards, both of them were sweaty and breathing hard, but both were trying not to show it. Jaspreet took the opportunity to draw attention to her abs.

"Look!" She said. "You can really see how my obliques are developing! Come and feel them!"

Without waiting for a response she grasped his hand and pressed it against her side, flexing from side to side so that the muscles popped. The feel of his hand against her bare stomach was electric. She felt her face flush, and her legs tremble slightly.

"And check out this six-pack" she added, bringing his hand round to her front. Her body clenched and her muscles tensed. The clench was caused by the rocketing sexual charge she was feeling, but it looked like she was just tension to show off her abs.

"Shit," he said. "That is impressive. You really must work out a lot".

And on this banal note he withdrew his hand, looking away from her. She felt the moment slipping from her grasp.

"Well, I try to," she burbled. "But it's been harder since Kim left. Kim? My best friend? You must have seen her around. Anyway, she's gone to Uni so I don't have anyone to train with. She is really the one who got me into exercise. She got me working out, watching what I eat, and being much more healthy, you know? I look after myself. Because, goshdarnit I'm worth it, aren't I?!"

She grinned madly. Andy smiled at her. It was impossible not to love her charming, cheerful banter.

"Yes," he said "yes you are".

"'Cos I worry sometimes you know? Don't you worry about your health? That one day you'll find there's something wrong with you and everything? Like the other day I noticed I have a mole on my back. Never seen it before, and I suddenly thought 'god! Is that new? Have I always had that?' Look, it's right here!"

She turned round and lifted him arm over a shoulder to point at her back. Andy showed a mild interest, but didn't reach out to touch her. She could feel momentum slipping again and decided it was time for a gamble.

"And I've got this other one. But it's in a slightly rude place. I'd probably better not show it to you, should I? Although you can practically see it now - look, it's just here".

Jaspreet climbed up onto the dining room table. Then she lifted the hem of her shorts right at the top of her inside thigh, exposing a small raised black spot inches from her pussy. The skin was smooth but was clearly turning slightly pink as it neared the opening.

She looked up at Andy.

"What do you think?" She asked. It was a question loaded with meaning, and possibilities. So much depended on what happened next. Had she gone too far?

For a millisecond Andy looked conflicted. Then he casually suggested "I don't know. Let me take a look". He moved in towards her, and as he did so Jaspreet opened her legs wider to welcome him until he stood right between them.

He looked down at where she had lifted the hem of her shorts. At the hint of pink skin. By this point, Jaspreet was aroused that her pussy was slick, and there was no way Andy could have failed to notice the dark patch of wetness on the fabric of her shorts. In response, there was an equally unmistakable swelling in his own shorts, his cock rising up absurdly and lifting the fabric like a flag of surrender.

He looked up into her eyes, and between them there was a charge of sexual electricity that could have lit up a city. As if pulled in by powerful magnets they came together and kissed. Kissed furiously. Desperately. Their hands grasped at each other as if their lives depended on it.

Jaspreet grabbed madly at his cock. It felt enormous beneath his shorts. But she needed to feel the real thing so she jammed her hands into the elastic waist of his shorts and felt the smooth head, wet and sticky, before grabbing the shaft that was impossibly big and impossibly hot. Her pussy ached for it, that same empty feeling that had frustrated her for so long.

And meanwhile Andy was pulling up her top, and they broke off kissing so that he could lift it over her head and let it drop to the floor. Then he was kissing her breasts, licking them. Biting them. Gasping with the pleasure of it.

Jaspreet discreetly wriggled her shorts down until they, too, dropped to the floor and she was fully naked. Then Andy pushed her back until she was lying flat on the table and he was kissing her all over.

From that position, Jaspreet lifted up her feet, and dexterously hooked her toes around the waist of his shorts. She pulled them down, having to push hard to get them over the cock pointing straight up. In the end, Andy jerked them down hard in frustration. His cock it sprang out and slapped wetly against Jaspreet's inner thigh. The sensation of that contact was like a gunshot. She jerked upright, reaching out for the cock and pulling it towards her pussy.

She rubbed its head against her clitoris, while Andy groaned again and looked up at the ceiling.

For a moment Jaspreet wondered how it would work: This real-life cock was a LOT bigger than her vibrator. Would it even fit?

But then Andy pushed into her. Just the tip at first. And Jaspreet felt her lips stretched painfully. She winced slightly and gasped. Then slowly Andy slid in deeper and deeper, further and further until Jaspreet thought he might burst something inside her.

It was the size that took her by surprise at first. But then it was the softness. Although stiff, the cock had enough soft tissue around it to make it feel as though it was moulding to her insides. It filled her completely and her swollen vagina stretched like a balloon to accommodate it.

The next thing she noticed was the heat. Andy's cock was hot, radiating a heat that gave her a warm and glowing feeling inside.

This was definitely nothing like her trusty vibrator. This thing pulsed. It throbbed. It was alive. And as Andy began to slide it rhythmically in and out, her pussy seemed to swell around it even more, clamping it hard against her vaginal walls. Each thrust, she could feel its uneven texture rubbing hard over those delicate areas that up to now had only known the gentle touch of a finger, or the smooth slick surface of a vibrator.

It was hard to tell exactly what was pain and what was pleasure. The only thing she knew was the sensation was intense enough to make her yelp with each thrust: 'huennnaah!' she gasped. 'huennnaah!, huennnaah!'.

Andy's thrusting gained speed, and his hands came forward to press on Jaspreet's breasts. Her legs meanwhile raised up until her feet were in the air, presenting herself to him so that he could push in as far as possible.

At the end of each thrust she felt his testicles bang against her anus. Felt his hips slap into her buttocks with a clapping sound like applause. And then there was a sudden burning from deep inside her. Like a cigarette lighter had been flicked on for a second. Andy went rigid, pushing into her as far as he could, and then dropped limply on her chest. Jaspreet brought her feet over his back to hug him with her legs.

They were both breathing heavily, their bodies pushing against each other on the table.

Then Andy rose up and pulled his cock out. He was looking around the room distractedly, but Jaspreet was still lost in a world of heat and pain and thrusting that was still sending a fireworks display into her mind. Her legs flopped over the sides of the table, and she heard the single word "fuuuuuuck" force its way from her mouth in a long, euphoric sigh.

She could feel sperm starting to run from her pussy. How much he had pumped into her she couldn't imagine. Then she felt Andy wiping her with something, and she lifted her head to look at him.

He had such a look of panic on his face that she had to work hard to stop herself laughing.

"Look.. er... " He stuttered. Then mumbled something about having made a mistake.

She wasn't really listening. He may have been telling her to pretend this never happened - but there was no chance of that. All she could think of was calling Kim, and telling her all about it. She needed Kim to help her process it all.

But one thing she knew for certain: This was way better than a vibrator. And she wasn't done.

She slipped off the table and used her nimble toes to lift her gym kit up off the floor. Pulling it on, she told Andy she needed a shower. Just before leaving, she kissed him again, letting her tongue roll inside his mouth. This was meant to tell him quite clearly, that it was anything BUT a mistake. That she had wanted it, and had no regrets. Then she shot back to her house and her room, where she sat on the floor and felt her damp shorts. She remembered that moment when he had pushed his cock into her. How full it made her feel. Then she reached over and grabbed her phone.

"Kim? I did it. I fucking did it. I just shagged Andy on his dining table."