Jazz's Story - part 5

Kim drove off early the next morning. They had hugged, and Jaspreet cried a little. She accused Kim of being a bad friend for abandoning her. Kim accused her of being soppy and pathetic. Then Kim cried a little too before jumping into her Fiesta and speeding off, wiping her eyes.

Jaspreet moped in her bedroom for a while, pointlessly moving piles of clothes from one corner to another in a self-pitying way. But neither moping nor self-pity came naturally to her, so before long she had packed up her gym bag and headed out to the sports centre. There she put on her headphones and listened to the playlist she and Kim had built the day before, pounding out the miles on the running machine.

For many of the songs she couldn't help but sing along out loud, which made others in the gym look over at her and smile. She didn't mind though. And neither did they.

In the changing rooms, she admired herself in the mirror. She looked lean and fit. In the past she always thought of herself as having the physique of a twisted coathanger. But she had filled out with some lean muscle, and her limbs looked less spindly and more shapely. Her bum was petite but firm and smooth. She didn't have Kim's graceful curves, but still.

Her breasts were tiny. More molehill than mountain. But she had never really been worried about that, and was even less concerned having seen the effect they had on Andy. If he loved them so much, why shouldn't she?

She wondered whether sex had changed her at all. Did she look different? Smell different? Could people tell?

She showered and dressed and left the gym in a thoughtful mood. Which didn't last too long. On the way home she received a number of messages with photos and videos of the previous day's barbecue at her house, many of which made her laugh out loud. And when she got home, there were still a few remnant relatives hanging around and she chatted happily to them, swapping stories and photos and memories.

Indeed it was only later in the evening, as she was getting ready for bed, that she realised she hadn't made any contact with Andy. He must, surely, have been expecting her? She would have sent him a message but she didn't have his phone number!

She would have to get his number tomorrow. And make it up to him. She was sure she could find a way.

The next morning, Jaspreet packed up her things and went round to Andy's house. But he wasn't in. He must have gone in to work. So she went back home and looked for her Dad.

"Do you have Andy's phone number?" She asked.

"Next door Andy? Yes, why?"

"He's been helping me with my History assignment, and I wanted to ask him something. But he's not in."

"Well, ok. But don't pester him Jazz. Not if he's doing you a favour."

She spent the afternoon doing her homework. Not History, but reading articles like 'top ten sexual positions', 'techniques of a sex god', and 'the best sex of your life'. Some of what she read seemed frankly unrealistic. Others plain embarrassing. But she did pick up a few interesting ideas, which she investigated further by scanning through porn sites as though they were YouTube tutorials.

By the time the sun was going down, she had built up something of a wishlist, and had made herself so aroused that she became increasingly agitated for Andy to return. She kept peering through her window looking for lights or any sign of activity. At one point, her pussy was practically dripping with anticipation. So she slid down her underwear, spread her legs and parted her labia with her fingers. Then she took a close up photo of herself with her phone.

She was about to send it to Andy when, glancing over at the window she saw lights in his house.

At long fucking last.

She leapt up, put on a fresh pair of her sexiest knickers, and grabbed her bag.

"Just going to see Andy about this assignment!" She called out to her parents.

"Don't be long!" Her Dad warned. "You will overstay your welcome."

As she approached the house she could see Andy through the kitchen window. He was staring vacantly through it, his habitual mug of tea clutched in his hands. On a sudden and mischievous impulse, Jaspreet hid herself by the wall, and took out her phone. She pinged over to him the photo of her vagina, and hastily switched her phone to camera mode, pointing it through the window until Andy's face was nicely framed on the screen. She couldn't hear anything but could see him reach into his pocket and pull out his phone.

It was perfect. His mouth opened and his whole face sagged with shock. At which point Jaspreet took her photo. She didn't realise the flash would go off, but when it did it only added to the look of stunned shock and confusion on Andy's face.

Oh, god. It couldn't have gone any better. Jaspreet creased up into convulsions of laughter. She could barely keep standing she was laughing so hard.

Andy's front door banged open and he tore around the corner.

"What the hell?! Jazz? What the hell do you...." He yelled. Then he stopped suddenly, and cast sudden furtive looks around him, aware that difficult explanations would be required if he drew too much attention.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" He finished in a furious whisper.

Jaspreet couldn't answer immediately. She was still latso hard it was difficult for her to breathe. She leaned on Andy for support.

"Your... Face! So.... Funny!" She gasped, looking up at him with tears rolling down her face.

Andy looked around in exasperation, as if calling on the gods to see just what he had to deal with here.

" What the... How the..." He stammered. "You can't be sending things like that! How did you even get my number?"

Jaspreet out a hand on his chest, still giggling. "Dad". She said, simply. The, "come on. We've got about an hour." At which she staggered past him and round the corner.

The sheer joyfulness of her joke, how perfectly it had gone, had made Jaspreet quite dizzy with happiness. And although she had formulated an intricate plan to initiate sex, she felt suddenly freed from all such trivial things.

She wobbled, still giggling, into his house and made straight for the staircase. This time they would use the bed. They may as well be comfortable.

As she started to climb she pulled up her t-shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor. Then she began pulling down her trousers, revealing her sex knickers. In just her underwear she ascended the last few stairs wiggling her hips in exaggerated sexiness.

She could hear Andy closing the front door and calling up to her.

Wheezing slightly from the laughter, she rounded the corner of the stairs and undid her bra. Sliding it down her arms she swung it around a couple of times like a comedy stripper, before flinging it over the banister. Then she grabbed the banister so she could step out of her knickers and fling them over the stairs too.

Going into Andy's bedroom she clambered up onto the bed and organised herself. She lay on her side facing the door with her breasts thrust out. One hand holding her head, the other on her hip. One leg folder in front of the other to obscure her pussy but draw attention to the curve of her arse.

It was a pose she had seen in countless underwear adverts and had often practiced at home. She was looking forward to seeing the effect it would have in Andy.

She could not wipe the huge excited smile from her face.

She heard him stomping up the stairs muttering, and there he was. He stood in the doorway holding her clothes and staring at her.

"Oh. God." He said. The words seemed to come out without any intervention from the brain.

Jaspreet lifted her hand from her hip and seductively ran it down the curves of her body, like a car salesman showing off an expensive Ferrari.

Andy shifted position, and prepared to say something more meaningful. But all that came out was another, more gutteral: "Oh. Goooood".

For Jaspreet, the evening was just getting better and better. Still flushed with the success of her joke, the effect her body was having on Andy was filling her with joy. She could feel the desire swelling within him, like a heat radiating out. And as his eyes ran involuntarily down the length of her body it was almost as palpable as a physical caress.

When his eyes lingered over her tiny breasts, her nipples actually began to tingle and the desperation to be touched became overwhelming.

She sprang from the bed and rushed to Andy, gasping his face and kissing him ferociously, while frantically tearing at his belt and trousers. Andy dropped her clothes and wrapped her in his arms, running his hands over her smooth back.

Within moments they were both naked, and falling onto the bed pressing their bodies against each other. Andy was on top of Jaspreet and pinned her hands down as he kissed her body, sucking and biting her nipples, which hardened and darkened as they swelled in response. Then he kissed downwards, his lips and tongue running over her tensed abs, and into her belly button.

Then down further onto the smooth mound of her pussy. Parting her legs, he cast one raging look up Jaspreet's slender body and then dove into her clitoris, kissing it and pulling with gentle suction on her labia.

Now this was not exactly going according to Jaspreet's plan. She had intended to put Andy's cock into her mouth first, as always seemed to happen in porn films. And perhaps it was partly because of this that she was taken by surprise as Andy began to lick her pussy.

Her body had already fired up fast, and the burning sparks of lust werenpricking her groin, but the moment Andy's mouth touched her clitoris it was as if he had touched her with a live electrical wire. She jolted and bucked and let out a shout that was a combination of 'shit' and 'fuck' and other expletives of her own invention.

Every nerve ending in her pussy seemed to light up at once, and when she felt his tongue enter her she clamped his head with her thighs so hard, she half expected his head to explode.

She arched her back, hands pounding the bed and teeth gritted against the cataclysm of shivers running up her spine. Andy came up for air and began to kiss all the way back up her body, and as he did so his fingers rubbed the top of her clitoris and down the slippery length of it before roving around her vaginal opening.

With his lips around one nipple, his fingers entered her and again she let out a loud shuddering mixture of groans and expletives which became muffled as he stopped her mouth with his, his tongue wrestling with hers.

She felt his fingers curl inside her against the front of her vagina, and she felt again that deep bass note sensation. Only this time the note was sustained as he very gently caressed the bobbly tissue there.

Her hips thrust up in response, and she had to pull hard away from Andy's mouth to avoid biting his tongue as her teeth clamped together. She let out a quivering wail as wave after wave of bass thundered through her.

Andy's control was impressive. He kept her pinned with the weight of his body and despite her bucking his fingers maintained the gentlest of pressure on that spot just inside her.

She came like a tidal wave crashing down with a thunderous roar that shook the world.

It felt as though her body was dissolving into spray and mist, and her whole self was soaking into the bed beneath her.

Andy's fingers came out, and now his hands were roving up and down her body, over her hips, her thighs, her shoulders.

Jaspreet was stunned and for a moment could do little except lie there as Andy explored every part of her. Her pussy and her nipples felt raw. She didn't feel like they could take any more right then, so to divert Andy's attention she jerked sideways, rolling Andy over so that she was on top of him.

Now it was her turn.

She could feel his cock, hard and throbbing against her buttocks. And she started to kiss his chest as he had done to her.

It occured to her that she didn't know if men's nipples were as sensitive as women's. But she was going to find out. She ran her tongue around one nipple and nibbled it gently with her teeth. She heard him give a sigh and felt him push his cock up against her. This seemed like a good sign, so she kept licking and biting his nipples. And yet the feel of his cock kept distracting her.

She moved herself down until her head was level with his cock. This was the closest she had looked at it. It was slick with a sticky transparent substance that was different from the white gloop of his cum. And it made the bright pink head look shiny and smooth.

With just the slightest sense of apprehension she held it steady by the shaft and put the head into her mouth.

It was strange, because it was hot and moving around and difficult to get a proper hold of it. However it was a relief to discover that the sticky substance had no real taste at all. She had been worried, if it tasted foul, that she might gag.

Gently she sucked on it, as though it were a tender ice cream. After the initial discomfort she found the smooth warmth of it rather pleasant. Then, as she had seen some in countless porn videos, she ran her tongue up the shaft. Then she sucked in the end some more.

She was faintly embarrassed to realise that she didn't really know what else to do. And from that position there was no way to see Andy expression to know if she was doing things right.

It always looked so easy on the videos!

She began sucking the head into her mouth and then pushing it out again, keeping her lips as tight was she could around it's circumference. She figured this might approximate the experience of thrusting into her pussy.

And with this thought, things started to fall into place. Because she suddenly imagined that her mouth was her pussy, and that Andy's cock was gently sliding in and out of it. This thought was hugely arousing. It was as though she had a grandstand seat to see and feel Andy fucking her, and immediately her groin started to tingle. The more she imagined this fantasy, the hotter it got, until she found herself grasping her breasts rubbing her clitoris. Her tongue ran round the slick surface of the head. She ran her hand down the length of the shaft, imagining it moving all the way up inside her. And the base her fingers wrapped around his balls, exploring.

The heat was rising up through her now, and her pussy was beginning that ache again, that sharp empty feeling like a hunger. She wanted him inside her.

Frantically she climbed up on top of him and lifted herself over his cock. But Andy turned himself away.

"Wait!" He gasped. He scrabbled in a drawer and pulled out a condom. He tore open the wrapper and fitted onto his cock with trembling hands. As he did this, Jaspreet was growing increasingly agitated. The hunger was becoming a desperation. She pawed at his legs and he had barely rolled the condom down before she always straddling him again.

The Hunger. The need. It was almost painful, and she whimpered like a small animal as she struggled to get his cock in position. But she was fumbling it. She managed to flick it over her clitoris, and this made her yell out loud in frustration.

Andy took pity on her, and rolled her over onto her back. Then, with practiced ease he ran his cock up and down her clitoris in firm, rhythmic movements. Jaspreet was now breathing in growls. Her stomach heaving in waves. If he didn't penetrate her soon she was going to really scr....

She screamed.

A full throated scream, as Andy pushed into her. Her legs came up, and the scream disintegrated into sobs.

Tears and snot poured down her face and she was shaking as though the very ground was trembling. She had absolutely no way to comprehend the sensations of that moment, as he filled her completely. She was in pieces. All the hunger, all the aching pain, intensified impossibly for one split second, and then exploded like a nuclear bomb deep inside her.

She felt Andy's face wiping the tears from her cheek. He was angled above her, his cock held still at its deepest penetration.

"Jazz," he said, in the softest voice. "Are you ok?"

She couldn't speak for the tears and the heaving sobs. All she could manage was a smile that looked more like a grimace, and a nod.

Andy closed his eyes for a moment, and then very slightly rotated his hips to grind his cock in her pussy just a little. In response, Jaspreet gave a "haaaynnnn" sound, and screwed her face up.

"Sorry!" Said Andy, looking mortified. "Sorry!"

But Jaspreet reached around him, shaking her head.

"Don't...... stop" she managed to gasp out.

So he didn't. He ground into her gently, and then began to rock. He was pushed so far against her that she could feel these movements rubbing against the very back of her vagina, sending little shocks of sensation. At the same time, his groin rubbed hard against his clitoris. It was as though every single nerve centre was being triggered at the same time.

Gradually, his pace increased and he started to slide in and out of her. And this rhythm was steadying for her. She felt herself regaining some control of herself and was slowly able to start responding to his thrusts with her hips.

Between them they began to gasp out in glorious synchronization with the rhythm.

Huah.... Huah.... Huah...

And then Andy went faster. His hips slapping noisily against her buttocks. His face was screwed up in concentration. In truth, he was trying to hold off ejaculating because he didn't want to stop - but he had passed the point of no return and so gave himself up to it. Jaspreet's vagina clung to him and sucked at him voraciously until with a final great thrust, and a groan, once again she felt that flash of heat inside her - dulled a little by the condom.

Andy moved in and out of her a few more times. When describing it to Kim later on, she said it was like squeezing the last bits from the toothpaste tube. And Kim would shriek in disgust.

Then he fell down next to her.

It was a strange moment. Both of them were feel slightly embarrassed by how carried away they had got. But at the same time, each knew that they had experienced something incredible. That this was a moment they would never forget. And they wanted to drink every second of it in.

Jaspreet rubbed her face with her hands, her skin feeling rubbery and wet. Then she sat up suddenly.

"Oh god!" She said, looking terrified. "Do you think anyone heard us?!"

Even then. Covered in snot and tears and all sweaty. Her legs akimbo and her face a picture of pure terror. Even then, she looked beautiful and artlessly sexy.

Andy sat up smiling, and leaned across to kiss her. He was marvelled that this perfect creature was before him, naked.

Guilt would come, of course. But fuck it, it wasn't here yet.

Jaspreet left the house about half an hour later. Then she went back because she had forgotten her bag. Then she went back again because she had forgotten her bra. It was a miracle she was able to find her way to her own home next door.

She turned on the shower and sat on the floor underneath it for a long time, until her Mum called out to remind her that she wasn't a mermaid and some people needed to use the toilet.

When finally she crawled into bed, she grasped her phone and called Kim. She almost began to cry again as she described to her the nights events. She couldn't explain what had happened to her.

Kim soothed her and laughed and said it sounded like amazing sex. And that Andy was a very lucky guy. And the crying was fine! It just shows how much she was enjoying it!

"Oh god, Kim. It all started when he put his fingers up me and there was this bit he touched. I don't know what happened. It was like he set off a charge. What the hell was that about?"

"Just inside you?" Kim hazarded. "And towards the front? Yeah, that's your g-spot babe"

"I know!" Said Jaspreet (although she didn't ).

"Don't tell me you've never found your g-spot before?"

"Of course I have!" Said Jaspreet (although she hadn't ).

"You're lying aren't you."

"Of course I am." Said Jaspreet.

And she was.