Chapter 4: Starting Out at Kristen’s Place

Wednesday morning, the last day of 2008. I deliberately left my alarm off and tried to sleep in as long as my body would take it. I had little hope of getting a lot of sleep tonight so I may as well store up as much as possible while I could. The last hour or so I tried to force myself back to sleep but my hand kept finding its way between my legs as I laid on my side facing away from the window. I guess technically I was masturbating as my fingers were touching me, but it was more like I was running on automatic, just instinct maybe. I was relatively wet and sometimes as I laid there I would just push a finger up into me and lay still, feeling my pussy throbbing with my heartbeat. It was a good feeling, more one of overall satisfaction than lust, like scratching an itch that just won’t quit. I didn’t even orgasm, or even come close. All I did was close my eyes and let my hand do whatever it wanted to.

Finally I was starting to ache from overstaying my welcome in my bed so I got up, threw on a pink terry robe, and after a quick pit stop, made my way to my little kitchenette. I turned on the counter-top TV and poured myself some cereal. Times like this made me almost wish I drank coffee - a little pick-up wouldn’t have hurt. Instead, I just grabbed a Diet Coke from the fridge and got what little caffeine fix I could from it. There you have it - cereal and Diet Coke - breakfast of champions. Actually, lunch would’ve been more appropriate since it was already past noon.

I was feeling restless and needed to get out of the apartment. You know the feeling - when the walls seem to be closing in and the air is stuffy. At the same time, driving to the mall wasn’t exactly on my Top Ten list of things I looked forward to today either. I picked up my cell phone and punched in my cousin’s fast dial code. I had no idea what her plans were for the day or even where she was.

“Hey girl, you all ready for tonight?” she answered the phone, obviously recognizing me on her Caller ID.

I explained my situation and she sort of giggled on the phone. “Well, why not come over here for the afternoon? Bring your stuff so we can get dressed together.”

I asked where her mom was and I could hear a distinct sigh before she came back to me. “She went over to see your dad last night and can you believe it, she’s STILL not home! She didn’t even bother to call me. I ended up spending the whole night alone - can you believe it? So now I’m fuckin’ horny as hell.”

“Well, that should get taken care of tonight,” I teased her a bit.

“Maybe it would for you, but I need to get laid NOW!” she retorted. The funny thing is, I wasn’t sure if she was just joking or not.

I told her I’d be over in an hour or so. After hanging up, I put away my so- called “meal” and went to my bedroom to pack up my outfit. It was looking crappy outside so I found an old dry-cleaning bag to put over my dress. Gathering my makeup, I stuffed it in an overnight bag along with my thong and heels. I was tempted to call my dad and find out if my Aunt Linda was still there. Damn, so she had spent the entire night? I guess things were different now that I wasn’t living there.

It was a short drive to my cousin’s and so I ended up getting there earlier than I’d said I would but I was sure she wouldn’t mind. I parked on the street in front of her house and went up the stairs to the front door. I didn’t even get a chance to ring the bell before the door opened and there was Kristen, standing there naked as the day she was born. She looked a little flush and I could smell her sex as it was almost overpowering. Damn, she must have been really horny! She smelled like she’d been masturbating all afternoon.

“Oh my God, I thought you’d never get here,” she gushed, pulling me by the hand inside. “What the hell are you doing still in those clothes?”

Well, maybe it had something to do with the fact I’d been there for maybe just ten seconds? Kristen and I spend a lot of time together ... well, saying “a lot” is probably an understatement at best. Although we DID have sex now and then, it really wasn’t something that came up all that much. Sure many a night we might be watching a DVD or something on cable and masturbate together, but it was more for our own satisfaction and not something we did for each other. I knew Kristen and her mom did it together quite often - every night if you believed Kristen’s side of the story versus a few times a week according to my aunt.

There WAS one thing that I DID know about Kristen, the girl was a certified sex addict. There have been times I wondered whether that description applied to me as well but all I had to do was compare myself to Kristen and either I was just in the amateur league or didn’t even qualify in the first place. “Nymphomaniac” was another term that undoubtedly applied to Kristen, as it seemed her desire and drive for sex was insatiable. Fortunately for her, with her “underage” looks and “I’ll do anything so long as you fuck me” attitude, there seemed to be a never-ending supply of boys more than willing to take care of her “needs”. With her career as a prostitute (“high-end escort” according to her), she even had the means to make quite a comfortable living while accommodating the most important thing in her life to her - sex.

So take a girl like Kristen, who expects to get fucked every day and sleep with SOMEONE every night, and have her spend the night alone while dangling the prospect of an adventurous evening out (I STILL wasn’t exactly sure what was going to happen), and you can just imagine the results. It was obvious from her look and smell that she had been masturbating for quite a while before I came over. It was also just as obvious from the wild look in her eyes, her racing heartbeat and quick shallow breaths, that she was NOT finished.

Well, I can’t say I was disappointed now that I’d come over early. I quickly started to undress while Kristen practically ripped my clothes off of me. She ran over to the couch and laid back against the pillow on the end, putting one foot up on the couch and letting her other leg dangle over the side. It had the effect of giving me a great view of her pussy, not to mention making it VERY accessible as well. Damn, what I would give to have a body like hers!

OK, so I was horny now as well. Maybe not to the extent she was, at least not yet, but what normal girl would NOT be getting wet seeing this little nymph practically begging me to lick her pussy? Well, to be fair, she WAS begging.

“Lick me Kelly ... oh fuck lick my cunt!” she kept demanding, repeating it over and over.

There are some things you NEVER have to be asked twice to do; licking my hot cousin’s pussy was near the top of the list. God she was so damn cute! Although she was twenty-one, she looked more like seventeen or eighteen, or even younger depending on how she did her hair and makeup. With her baby-smooth pussy and perky boobs, she could have passed for a high school girl easily. No wonder she was in such demand at her agency!

Kneeling on the floor, I pushed her legs even further apart and reached out to run my finger along her pussy slit. It was already slick and her clit was swollen from whatever she’d been doing to it before I’d arrived. My index finger easily slid between the folds of her puffy pussy lips and I pressed the tip right on top of her swollen clit and just wiggled it. Damn, I thought Kristen was going to hit the ceiling!

“Oh Christ, that feels so fucking good!” she exclaimed as her hips swung up instinctively.

My cousin had one hand gripping the top of the couch and the other on the edge of the seat cushion, holding them so tight her knuckles were white as she gasped for air while I massaged her ultra-sensitive clit. Damn, I knew she was easy to bring to orgasm but this was ridiculous. She had to have been really going at it before my arrival.

Pushing just my middle finger into her tight pussy, I followed it soon afterwards with my index finger, letting my thumb continue to press against her slippery clit. I pumped my fingers in and out of her quickly while I ran my thumb in tight circles around her clit.

“Lick it ... oh fuck lick it Kelly!”

I moved my face right up to her pussy, just a couple of inches away. The odor of her sex was almost overpowering and it drew me right in to her like the scent of blood in the water calling to a great white shark. I kept my fingers in her but replaced my thumb with my outstretched tongue. The touch of the tip of my tongue against her was enough to make her cry out yet again, encouraging me to lick it like a tiny popsicle. Then I took it in my mouth, tugging on it and letting it snap back into place, then returning to my licking once again.

“Don’t stop ... oh fuck me don’t stop now!” she grunted through clenched teeth.

I could feel the tension in her soft thighs as I held them further apart, Moving my hands under her tight little ass, I lifted her up slightly and pressed her into my face tightly, moving my head back and forth to drive my tongue all over her pussy. Suddenly her body went rigid and her butt clenched. Kristen’s pussy clamped down on my fingers and then her cum gushed out all over my face, washing me it. I loved the taste of her and I licked it up like a cat at a bowl of milk.

“Oh god, PLEASE don’t stop ... oh fuck me that feels so fucking good!” she gasped, getting just a few words out with each breath.

Kristen’s hands moved to her breasts, gripping them tightly as I continued eating her pussy. I loved the feel of her tiny butt in my hands. God what I would give to have such a tight tiny ass!

Just as she started to relax, I pressed a third finger into her and lightly bit her clit, then I licked it while I pulled on it with my teeth. Back up the orgasm hill she went, reaching the peak quickly.

“Oh stop ... you’re killing me,” she begged but then the truth came out, “Oh fuck me, don’t stop, I don’t want you to ever stop!”

This time her orgasm seemed to linger on even longer, it was similar to like a man who can go longer without cumming the second time after he’s gotten the first one over with. I knew from past experience that Kristen could keep going like this for a long time and lord only knows how many orgasms she was capable of having - probably should ask her mom about that sometime. To be honest, I was a little bit jealous now - I wanted some of this too!

I lifted my head up and wiped some of her cum from my face with my hand, licking it off as best I could. I pulled my fingers out of her and used the palm of my hand over her clit to apply pressure without directly stimulating it with my fingers. Kristen just laid back with her eyes shut, still holding onto her little boobs like they were going to fly off if she let go. She was panting like a rabid dog, struggling to regain her breath. God she looked so beautiful laying there, like some little sex goddess who had just received her offering.