Chapter 92: Lily and Pat's First Time; Part One

Thursday, April 21, 2005 (Continued)

Lily drove up exactly on time. I met her at the front door, and commented on her punctuality.

Lily said, "Julia say very important."

"I thought you'd be on time. Julia and I are both impressed by your attitude to what we're doing."

"I know you special man."

#2: <Please don't ask her why. What do you want to do: discuss why we are so special, or fuck the pretty Chinese girl?>

Rather than foolishly prolong the conversation, I brought Lily inside. I knew Julia wanted the girls to be aware that her parents were cool about all the sex, so I told Lily, "I'll introduce you to Julia's parents if they're handy. Let's check the kitchen before we go upstairs."

Lily followed me to the kitchen, and we found Vanessa there. I've learned that Julia keeps her mother well informed of our plans, so I wouldn't be surprised if she'd been nearby deliberately. I introduced Lily and Vanessa, adding, "Lily is the first 10th grade Liaison we picked and so far easily the best. No doubt she'll be a regular visitor to the weekly meetings Julia wants to have."

The usual comments were passed back and forth. In departing I wanted to say something to emphasize that we'd be having sex, but I have trouble being as obvious as Julia. I can't do "blatant" nearly as well as her, but that's balanced by her not being able to do "wimpy" nearly as well as me. I managed to say, "When Pat arrives, can you please send her to our bedroom. Lily and I will already be naked, so I won't be able to answer the door."

"You wouldn't hear the doorbell through the soundproofing anyway. I presume you don't mind if she walks in on you while you're going at it?"

"I think that'd be an excellent way to break the ice. We'll go upstairs now and get started. Thanks, Vanessa."

Lily, with no sign of amazement at the level of parental permissiveness, said, "Nice meeting you, Vanessa."

I took Lily's hand and led her upstairs. I was tempted to question Lily about her lack of surprise, but figured that the less talking I did, the better.

As we entered the bedroom, Lily asked, "What does sign mean?" ("The 'He Showed Me' Room")

"Julia put it up to commemorate something that happened between her and me. It's meaningful to her, so she can explain it much better than me. Ask her sometime. I'm sure she'll be happy to explain."

Lily was carrying a small bag and a dress on a hanger, which I took from her and hung up in my end of the closets, as my section had more spare room than Julia's or Carol's.

When I turned to face Lily, she was standing still, looking at me. It was time to start the sex, and I was very uncertain how to start. I didn't feel romantic toward Lily, so a seductive, smoochy, slow undressing of each other didn't seem appropriate. I had a feeling that Ava would love that, but Lily didn't seem emotionally involved. As best I could read her motives - admittedly a very small amount - for her interest in me, they somehow seemed more intellectual than emotional.

With considerable trepidation, and in the absence of any other idea of what to do, I simply said, "Take your clothes off, Lily." Without saying a word, Lily immediately started doing so. I should've tried that on girls years ago.

Feeling self-conscious about doing so, I quickly stripped too, and was naked before Lily. That was a tactical error, because she stopped to admire me. "Laila said you sexy body." Lily came over to me, to have a good look. I just knew that I was going to have to do another twirl shortly.

While I was waiting for that, I asked her, "Did you talk with Laila when she sent you her text message? Because I thought that was her offering reassurance, and I can't imagine you needing reassurance?"

"I was VERY curious. Laila VERY excited. Now I see. You beautiful. Could be model."

I couldn't help a brief, "{Snort}" at that. When Lily looked at me inquiringly, I explained, "The last person to tell me that was a guy who was a flaming queer."

"Ahh! Time important because you busy study, exercise, girl- and boyfriends."

I had been about to correct her thinking about my spending time on exercise, when that issue got BLOWN away by her saying "boyfriends". I nearly said "Eek!" but managed to swallow it at the last moment. I protested, "I do NOT have boyfriends! It was a guy who worked in a clothing store. I'm completely and totally normal that way! I've never had a thought like that in my life, and hope I never do."

"Okay. Not matter."

I corrected her, "It DOES matter! NO boyfriends! I ONLY want girls, including you if you'll finish taking your clothes off."

Lily said, "Okay," then resumed undressing herself. I enjoyed watching her, because that's EXACTLY the sort of guy I am!

I was soon seeing my first naked Chinese girl. I looked at her carefully, as you do at such times. Her face was, of course, quite different from what I was used to. I had no idea whether Chinese guys would think she was pretty or not, but I enjoyed the look of her, so that was fine. Her body wasn't any different from what you could see on an American girl, other than Lily's slightly different skin color. She was short, with smaller than average breasts, but neither of those two attributes were unusual in Caucasians. She had black, untrimmed pussy hair, which I was sure were also quite common among American girls - Julia for example, before she started shaving it all off. Lily's skin color was the only difference, and that was a minor variation. I hadn't thought about what I expected, but now I knew the reality was 'just' a nice looking 16-year old girl's naked body.

"You like?" Lily asked me in concern.

I reassured her. "Oh yes. You have a very nice body."

Lily took my hand and pulled me to the bed. I wasn't really in the mood for sex now because of the boyfriend comment. Lily could easily see that for herself, which was perhaps why she'd asked if her body met with my approval. I had, unfortunately, lost the mood so completely that it took Lily well over a minute to get me back into it. Lying on your back while a pretty, naked, Chinese girl straddles your chest - enthusiastically masturbating her pussy and tits just inches in front of your face - turns out to be quite a good aphrodisiac. Better tasting than oysters too, as I found out when I grabbed her hips and pulled her forward a few inches.

She'd broken the ice very well, raising my opinion of her even further, and from then on everything went fine. I didn't bother with a slow start, the way I had with Laila. Pat was going to arrive in about fifteen minutes and I wanted Lily and me to be going at it when Pat walked in. Lily didn't seem to have any objections at all, so that's what we were doing when there was a faint knock on the door. Right on time, allowing a couple of minutes for her to get up here.

I hadn't had enough time to impress Lily with my never-ending endurance, nor had I done any more than barely start to learn her body's responses, but we were still having fun. Certainly too much fun to get up and answer the door.

I warned Lily, "I have to yell loud because the room's soundproofed." Then I yelled, "COME IN, PAT."

#2: <Let's hope it's not Vanessa.>

The door opened and Pat's head looked in. I'm not sure what she was looking for, but she saw me slowly thrusting in and out of Lily in the missionary position. Those missionaries sure knew what they were doing when they invented their position, because it's my favorite. I can see all of the girl's body, which is something I quite enjoy! I can see her face to better judge her reactions, I can reach her clit and breasts. With Carol and Julia I can also TK those parts, to everyone's enjoyment. I can even lean forward to kiss the girl, or the girl next to her if we're having a threesome. Moving her legs around creates different feelings for her and me, and when she's tired I can do all the work, which is what usually happens in my lovemaking sessions. I must remember to send the Pope an email to thank his organization for their position on sex.

Lily called to Pat, "Come in, Pat. Look Mark's body. Look his ass. Open, close, open, close. Very sexy, yes?"

I sincerely hoped Lily meant "clenching and unclenching", and even that was still something I was uncomfortable thinking about. I outright flatly refused to think about "open, close".

Pat entered the room, carrying a small bag and a dress on a coat hanger, just as Lily had been. That's when the conversation took a lurch into the surreal. Lily said, "Pretty dress. I like you in that one. What belt you bring?"

Pat answered, "The wide, yellow one, with the scalloped edges." I'd never seen her wear a belt with seafood stapled to it, but what do I know? I know I'm being silly. Clearly if "salmon" can be color, then "scallop" can be too. There are probably lots of colors named after marine life. I remembered Julia had mentioned "seashell", so it's obviously a common theme. Now that I think of it, I've also heard of "lobster red", yet another name for red, because the world needs more of those.

"You wear same shoes?"

About this time I realized that I was giving my attention to a conversation about female clothing, rather than to fucking the pussy my cock was already in. There was something SERIOUSLY wrong with my priorities, but that was easily fixed. I chose the activity I thought I'd enjoy the most and concentrated on doing that.

I tried REALLY hard not to, but I still caught fragments of their conversation. Apparently Lily had a similar dress, but she thought Pat's dress looked better on Pat than Lily's dress looked on Lily; there was stuff about belts, then I heard, "in the third closet."

Females are weird (take as much time as you need to recover from the shock of learning that before you carry on reading). Lily and I were totally naked and actively screwing on top of the bed, so not covered by any bedding, but that was completely ignored so the girls could talk about their clothes.

Pat opened the closet to hang her clothes up, which meant she saw Lily's clothes. Naturally Pat had to make a comment about it.

#4: <Sheesh! It's a good thing we have all night.>

Whatever Pat had said, Lily responded to with, "That old thing!"

I certainly didn't want to encourage their conversation (and I was damned sure I didn't want Lily to again think of me as being queer), but even I nearly laughed at Lily's last comment. I have to make a very embarrassing confession now. All year I'd noticed Lily's clothing. She wears clothes that are consistently and considerably better quality than those of other girls. Not in the sense that a 15-year old boy would judge "better" (I told you this was embarrassing), but better in that they were obviously far better made, with much more effort and quality than every other girl wore. I'd several times overheard her respond to another girls' compliments by saying that she gets them from Hong Kong. She almost never repeats an outfit, so I shudder to think how large her closet must be, or what she spends on clothes. So her, "That old thing!" comment was amusing, both in its total inaccuracy and it's perfect cliché-ness. But I refused to respond to it, for the reason already given.

Pat succumbed to her irresistible genetic urge, and pulled Lily's dress out to have a better look at it. During the conversation that resulted from Pat's checking out of Lily's outfit, I was tempted to go check that the lecture notes had printed properly. I didn't think either of them would notice if I stopped doing what I was doing and left the room for a while. I was wondering how to get the girls off their favorite topic and onto mine without sounding petulant, when Lily ran her hands up my sides, saying, "Feel muscles, Pat. Very sexy body. I want watch him do you."

Pat cautiously advanced toward us. I wasn't pleased by her caution, but at least she was coming toward us and not talking about clothes. Lily encouraged Pat some more, then Pat finally put her hands on my back and started feeling my body. I canceled my plan to check on my lecture notes.

I thought about the threesome that was just about to happen, which made me realize that Lily hadn't made any move to hide her body from Pat's view, nor to draw attention to it. She'd either talked about clothes or my body, which was probably a smart move as Pat's response to our invitation had showed she'd been concerned about there being three of us here.

Lily asked, "His butt feel good?"

#4: <Yeah, with all that "open, close, open, close" going on.>

Pat slid her hand down to that part of my anatomy, then said, "He's got an AMAZING body, and such a CUTE ass!"

I don't particularly enjoy conversations about any part of my body, and I'm most uncomfortable with talk about my ass, so naturally that was the part that the girls spent the next couple of minutes discussing. I was embarrassed enough that I should have gone soft, but having one girl rub her hands over my ass while I was fucking another girl was sexy enough to save me from going soft at a very inopportune time.

Pat's hands started wandering more enthusiastically over my body, and she started making even more appreciative comments. Lily (I guessed) judged the moment right to say, "Me close. Mark finish me then your turn. You undress now."

Pat hesitated, but only briefly, then said, "Okay." She wasn't exactly enthusiastic, but it'd still result in another naked girl - and easily the better looking of the two - so I wasn't going to complain. In fact, I was going to watch.

Turning to me, Lily said, "Faster please."

I'd been looking forward to watching Pat undress, but sometimes in life you have to make choices. I chose to ignore Pat to concentrate on bringing Lily off as fast as possible.

I'd been slowly moving in and out of her since Pat had arrived, mainly because I feared that if I stopped the atmosphere of the room might end up being too self-conscious to restart easily. I had the feeling that probably wouldn't have worried Lily, but it would've worried Pat and me. I was especially worried about me, because I could too easily imagine me getting involved in another of my well-intentioned but counterproductive discussions. I also feared going soft if I stopped. To cut a long story short, Lily had been constantly stimulated, and she didn't appear to have been embarrassed into losing the mood, so as soon as I picked up the speed she responded with her own increase arousal.

As Lily was getting very close, I felt Pat put her hands on my back. Pat had unfortunately been out of my sight while she'd got undressed, and I'd thought it too impolite to look behind me at another girl while getting Lily off, but it was good to feel Pat's return. Her hands rode up and down on my back, as I rode up and down in Lily.

I expected Lily's orgasm to be quiet, because aren't all Chinese girls demur, so I was surprised when she was suddenly loud and vocal. Maybe it was intended as encouragement for Pat. If so, then good for Lily! I was impressed by her helpfulness; in addition to her nakedness and sexual willingness, which are also very good things.

I kept my cock fully inside Lily during her climax as I like the feeling of a girl's contractions on my cock when she cums. I have recently discovered that I also love kissing one girl while I'm inside another. I regretted that Pat was still standing behind us now, but I hoped to get several chances to enjoy my little kink very soon. When the best of Lily's thrashings had finished, I turned carefully to avoid dislodging my cock, and I looked at Pat. She was ALMOST naked, just wearing some very pretty panties. Not that I spent much time looking at her panties, because Pat has LOVELY breasts! When I looked at her face, I could see Pat was self-consciously waiting for my opinion, and it was very easy to give, "Pat, you're gorgeous! I've always noticed how pretty you are at school," (did I mention she had lovely breasts?), "but you're even better now. Of course I'm a boy, and we tend to have a thing about preferring beautiful girls to be naked, but I can honestly say that I think you're gorgeous. You're a very beautiful girl, dressed and undressed."

"My ass is too big. Especially after seeing yours."

"Well turn around and let me have a look. Come on, give me a twirl." It was so nice to ask someone else for one of those, rather than having to do them myself. And if you're going to ask anyone else, a virtually naked, beautiful, 16-year old girl is a VERY good choice.

She gave me one, which I thoroughly enjoyed all 360 degrees of.

I announced, "Personally I disagree with your silliness about your ass's size. Do you have any G-string panties?"

"I have a couple of thongs."

I thought they were the same thing, but you know how much I know about female apparel. I chose not to go down that road, even though it was a very interesting one. Instead I just said, "I'm just one guy, and I don't know much about female bodies, so I suggest you wear your smallest panties to school tomorrow. Seeing as how you're concerned about the size of your ass, we'll get you to hold your skirt up around your waist at the front of each class to get as many opinions as possible. That way you'll find out for certain whether your ass is too big or not. That'd be good to know, wouldn't it?"

Despite the obvious scientific merit of my proposal, Pat chose to treat it as a joke and just laughed.

I said, "If you did, I'm pretty sure you'd learn that most guys think your ass is MIGHTY fine. Are you sure you don't want the reassurance? After all, it'd be no different from wearing a thong bikini bottom."

"I don't have THOSE!"

I'd simply been teasing her when I mentioned it, but her statement immediately made me wish that she did have one. And while I was at it, I wished every other girl I knew had one too. I REALLY like the idea of going somewhere (anywhere!) with a bunch of my girls all wearing thong bikinis. Or G-string bikinis, I'm not fussy. I nearly said something like, "All my girls will need to have one of those in summer," but I figured I'd better not scare Pat off now. There'd be plenty of time to corrupt her later. I changed the subject somewhat, conscious that complimenting Pat's body too much might not be kind to Lily, whose body I hadn't made a big deal about. I said, "Pat. Of all the individual pieces of clothing you could have kept on, your panties are the most inconvenient. The whole point of your being here tonight is rendered somewhat impossible by your wearing them. I need to put this thing," pointing to where my cock disappeared into Lily," into exactly the place that your panties are covering."

She hesitated, which gave me an opportunity to exercise one of my little kinks. My cock still being in Lily, I reached my hand around Pat's waist, and pulled her into a kiss.

That was easier for her to respond to. She leaned on the side of the bed, and into my kiss. After a couple of very enjoyable seconds, I made it even better by moving my hips slowly back and forward. It just feels so WRONG to be kissing one girl while fucking another. It's GREAT! Lily liked it too, and started moaning quietly.

Pat heard, and looked down, then asked, "You're still hard?"

Lily answered, "{Giggle}. Hard and big. You keep panties on. I look after Mark, okay?"

My right hand was around Pat's waist, and I couldn't think of any reason not to reduce the number of panty-wearing girls in the room. I slid my hand under her panties' waistband and onto an ass cheek. Between kisses I said, "Hmm, nice ass!"

Now that I thought about it, that was an anatomical difference between Lily and American girls: Lily had a smaller butt than normal for a girl her size. I remember noticing that most Chinese girls have small butts. Not fat Chinese girls obviously, although I guess that even fat Chinese girls would have smaller butts than equally fat American girls. That seemed to be a racial difference. Hardly an important one, especially as Pat's comment about her ass being too big was silly. Besides, with how fantastic Pat's breasts are, why would anyone care about her ass?

I rubbed my hand ALL over Pat's perfectly desirable ass, which somehow resulted in her panties getting pushed downward. It wasn't easy to do, but I managed that with only one hand (my left hand was too far away, and keeping my cock in Lily prevented me from turning enough to reach Pat with both hands). Pat got the idea after a little while, and did the decent thing by pushing her own panties down and stepping out of them. It hadn't escaped my notice that Pat has VERY nice breasts, so my hand wandered northward. Soon I was fucking in and out of Lily, and kissing Pat while caressing her breasts. Life can be good!