Chapter 2: Exploring Cindy

Over her protests, I paid for our drinks and dessert. Cindy’s polite resistance was just token and I could see the relief on her face that she didn’t have to spend her hard-earned dollars. My car was close by so we got in and she gave me directions. On the way to her house, we didn’t hardly say anything except for her to tell me when to make a turn.

As it turned out, she lived south quite a ways, in an older neighborhood with small homes. They were generally well maintained, though, and the neighborhood seemed to have that pride which is missing even in some more affluent areas of town. She mentioned again that her parents were away but she didn’t say where. I didn’t push the issue but it seemed odd that she had been so open about everything else but now she was being rather sheltered when it came to the whereabouts of her mom and dad. Oh well, we all have our little secrets so I allowed her have this one without any further comment.

“You can sit on the couch, I’ll get us something to drink,” she offered as we entered the living room through the front door, “More Diet Coke?”

As she left to go to the kitchen, I took a quick sweep of the living room. It was like going back thirty years or more. Some older furniture was centered around a brick fireplace which didn’t look like it hadn’t burned anything in years.

What struck me the most were the knick-knacks - they were everywhere. Just little things, not Hummel Dolls or anything too expensive, just odds and ends, a rather eclectic mix. Next were the photos. Somebody LOVED family pics. They ranged from faded black and whites from a century ago to more modern ones and everything in between. She seem to have a pretty broad family, to say the least! Oddly, I had a hard time finding any with her in them.

“That’s from our last family reunion,” I heard her say ash she came in the room with a glass in each hand. I had been looking at one with what appeared to be maybe fifty people in it. She pointed herself out in it and I had to say, she was one of the better looking ones in the family, that was for sure. Still, it didn’t look like her now but I didn’t point that out.

We both sat on the couch, each of us shifted slightly so we faced on another. We sipped on our drinks, not another word for what seemed like forever but was probably only a minute or so. Finally I decided to go for it.

“So Cindy, why did you ask me over?”

Her eyes popped open and she looked at me as if she wondered why I had just said what I did. I almost giggled as I imagined what she must be thinking. After all, it was really ME that had popped the question but I wanted to catch her off-guard.

“Ummmmm ... didn’t YOU ask if you could come over?” she finally corrected me.

“Well, I may have done the talking but it was obvious you wanted me to come over.”

Cindy again seemed a little flustered. “I never said anything like that!”

“Oh but your eyes said it all, I saw how you looked at me.”

“They did?” she replied, incredulously.

Without saying anything, I put my hand gently on her bare leg. She was wearing a modest skirt that she had made sure to pull down when she took a seat next to me earlier. Even so, my hand reached just above her knee, slipping just under the skirt about half-way. I squeezed her firm leg slightly and smiled at her.

“Has a girl ever touched your leg like this before, Cindy?”

“Uh ... no,” she said, her voice cracking a little as she tried to talk. She seemed confused, as if unsure whether she should run from the room or tell me to take my hand off of her.

Ever so slowly, I moved my hand under her skirt until I was about mid-way up her thigh. My goodness, her skin felt so smooth and soft. She wasn’t wearing hose or anything so it was my hand on her bare tanned legs. So far she hadn’t resisted although I could feel the muscles in her leg tense more and more the higher I went.

“Do you like me to touch your leg like this, Cindy?” I said softly, reaching down from the top of her thigh to the inside, still several inches away from her crotch though. Her skin felt even more soft there and I again felt her flinch just a little as I took a handful of her leg in my hand.

“Just tell me if you want me to stop, Cindy, OK?” I whispered softly in her ear, reaching even further under her skirt.

“I want you to stop,” she came back immediately. Well, that is what she SAID but her tone wasn’t nearly as confident sounding about it. I had a strong suspicion that she was saying what she thought she SHOULD say, not what she WANTED to say. She was going to have to put a little more resolve in her demands if she wanted me to really quit.

I left my hand where is was and scooted over against her. I put my other arm around her shoulders, pressing up tightly against her. She stiffened a little but didn’t push me away. My pussy was literally throbbing with excitement. I’d never ‘seduced” a girl before like this. It was like I was her boyfriend, trying to get to first base on the family room couch with her parents away. I don’t know about her but it was making me horny as hell!

Without a word I brushed her long brunette hair back, exposing her soft neck to me. Images of a vampire movie suddenly flashed through my head as I leaned over and gently kissed her on the nape of the neck. She jumped slightly as my lips touched her neck.

“I thought I told you to stop, Kelly,” she said in a husky voice, almost too low for me to hear her.

Yeah right, her voice did but her body was saying something else entirely. She could say stop all night but until she actually pushed me away or clamped her legs shut, I was “staying the course”.

My tongue reached out and lightly licked her neck, tracing a wet line to the back of her ear and then I sucked lightly on her ear lobe. With my free hand, I ran my fingers through her silky hair. It felt good to let the strands slide between my fingers as I stroked her velvet smooth hair. My tongue ran around her ear and then along her jawbone and cheek. I could feel her breathing becoming more shallow and faster.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” I said ever so softly as moved closer to her, “Do you want me to kiss you Cindy.”

“No, we can’t do that!” she started to protest but I cut her off by placing my mouth over hers.

Contrary to what she had just said, she responded instantly, her lips reaching out to meet mine, her tongue just as eager to explore my mouth as mine was to be in hers. After several minutes, I pulled back and smiled at her as our eyes met. She was panting, slightly out of breath from our first kiss.

“So what do you think Cindy, is kissing a girl really all that bad?” I teased her gently, wanting to make the situation a little less heavy but keep the focus on the sensual tension that was building between us.

“I guess it’s ok,” she said hesitantly, almost distant.

I took that as “yes” and leaned in to kiss her again. She didn’t seem to tense up as much this time although I can’t say she responded back enthusiastically. Still, she wasn’t saying no anymore and that was a plus. Encouraged by her lack of resistance, I moved my hand further up her soft thigh until the edge of my fingers brushed against her panties. I lightly touched her crotch through her cotton panties which brought an immediate response.

“No! Please don’t touch me there!” she gasped, slightly out of breath again from our kiss.

The girl needed to learn to breathe through her nose! Her hand moved down over her skirt and pushed mine away from between her legs. I didn’t try again right away, but instead just rubbed her thighs again, then letting my fingertips trace along her sensitive skin. I didn’t say anything but just went back to kissing her but the tenseness had returned. She didn’t fight me but her response was rather lukewarm at best. It was like she was letting me do what I wanted, but not letting herself respond. Undeterred, I gradually worked my way back up until my hand was cupping her crotch. Again she put her hand over mine but this time I didn’t let her push me away.

“Noooooo...,” she moaned, breaking our kiss just enough to get it out.

This time, though, there wasn’t the same forcefulness as the first time and with her hand pressing on mine, I pushed my finger against her clit through her panties. Whether she intended or not, I could feel her shudder as my finger rolled over her little bump and the heat of her pussy made its way through her panties.

“Ohhhhhh,” she sighed ever so softly as I rubbed her some more.