By SarahJ
{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in October 2011 }
It was Wednesday before noon, and where was I to be found? The plaza. I didn’t have a job, but not from lack of trying. It just seemed that a nice girl with no formal training in any particular field wasn’t suited to most positions.
By the way, my name is Sarah, and I’m what you would call a lipstick lesbian. Not in the makeup wearing sense; no, no, no. But in that I’m pretty much a girly girl that tries to maintain the way she looks. Not that I have anything against butch lesbians… I just wouldn’t want to be one myself.
So, a little about me. I’m twenty-one years old with an incomplete teaching degree. I dropped out when I lost my last job. I was caught fucking one of my female co-workers by the boss and he was… less than pleased, shall we say? What he was doing in the women’s toilets in the first place remains a mystery. Anyhow, I couldn’t afford to keep going with the course, and I was stupid enough not to know about HEX loans that would have allowed me to finish.
So I’m 5’7″, which where I come from is 1.8 meters, and I weigh around 60 kilograms, give or take a few in either direction. My natural hair colour is blood red, I swear. I put blonde through it recently, so I’m in the process of having it grow back naturally. I have dark green eyes and full lips. Ironically, for a natural redhead, my skin isn’t fair or pale looking. My mother is Romanian, and I guess I inherited the exotic skin tone from her side of the family. Perfect match to my hair, I think, though it annoys me when people refuse to believe I’m genuinely red-headed.
So, where was I. Oh yes; the plaza. I’ve been single for about a year now, and since I more or less recently just had a bad experience at the Beat (a club in Brisbane that has a massive queer crowd), I’ve been avoiding using the club scene to score for pussy. I have plenty of sex toys at home, anyway. I just was in the mood for something more than the usual sexual stimulation one gives to oneself.
Before I met my ex, I sometimes used to cruise the local cinema complexes for fuck friends. See, a lot of the girls where I live are either bisexual or gay, and I’ve been with all of them — at least, all the ones that are out. I’ve also been with a few straight girls who were curious. So I figured that, since the cinema had worked for me in the past, maybe it would help me find a friend that evening.
So there I was.
I’d already purchased a ticket for a random movie and was sitting all the way in the back row so I could have a clear view around the large room in order to pick out a girl in the right age bracket, one who was also alone.
I’m not overly particular about my sexual partners’ ages. I’ve been with girls as young as ten and women as old as forty-nine. To me the thing that decides if I should cross the line with the younger girls is their maturity. If they’re not all fairy dust and naivete, and they’re intelligent and compassionate beyond their years… then sure, I’m in.
It wasn’t until ten minutes into the movie that I finally spotted one. And with the lights off and the only illumination coming from the screen, I was lucky I saw her at all.
She was sitting in the back row as well, all the way over on the left side in the corner, and I think she was the only person there other than me that had no interest in the movie at all. Her eyes were glued to a girl a few rows down and closer to the centre who was watching the movie. This girl looked around sixteen and it was no wonder the younger one was staring. Her long light hair was knotted up at the back and her top was a shoestring that showed so much cleavage I swore she’d spill out of it soon.
The younger girl was staring at her, and I could see that one hand was up under her top, and the other one was hidden between her legs, but not under her skirt. She was leaning back and her shoulder length hair was a little mussed. She’d been working on what she was doing for quite some time already.
I licked my lips and, during a particularly attention-snatching part of the movie, jumped out of my seat and planted myself in one three seats over from the young girl in the corner.
She jumped when she saw me and both of her hands flew back into sight, covering her mouth. With where they’d just been, that was such a hot sight for me. I barely contained a moan. Her eyes were wide in horror; she knew I’d seen what she was doing.
“Who are you?” she whispered.
“Name’s Sarah,” I said back. “What’s yours?”
“Stephanie,” she said. “What do you want?”
“I saw what you were doing just then,” I said. Her face went bright red and she looked down at her lap in shame. I reached over and gently placed my hand on her skirt covered leg and said, “Don’t be ashamed of it, pretty thing. All girls touch themselves down there.”
“Most girls don’t look at other girls when they do it,” she fired back.
“I do,” I replied with a sly wink.
“You do?” The girl kept her voice quiet, but there was no mistaking that my words excited her. I nodded. “How old are you?” she asked after a moment silence.
“Twenty-one.”
“Really?” I nodded again. “I’m ten. Is it weird for me to do that?”
“I’ve been touching my pussy since I was younger than you.”
“Oh! My! God! No way!”
I leaned in to her ear and whispered, “Yes way.” She giggled at that, and I pulled back as someone a few rows down made a hissing sound meant to shut us up.
After a few minutes, and a confession that I was strongly attracted to younger girls, I found out a little more. She lived only a suburb away from me with her dad. Her mother had died a couple of years ago and little Steph had only just started to move on from that loss. She’d found out that she was attracted to girls very recently, usually older ones. She and her best friend had had sleepovers where they’d masturbated together, but never touched each other. In fact, Steph had never been touched by anyone by herself.
Well, that was about to change.
I sat in the seat next to hers, folded the armrest dividing our seats up so that it wasn’t in the way, then slid across the seat so that our bodies were touching. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and drew her as close as I could and she looked up at me. I knew I was taking a lot of risks. Even if she was into girls, that didn’t mean she wouldn’t freak out if I crossed the line.
“Do you mind if I keep doing it?” she asked me sweetly.
I almost melted at the innocent look on her face. “Sure, sweetie,” I said, “but you have to pull your skirt up so I can see what you’re doing. I liked watching you from back there,” I said, tilting my head to where I’d been sitting before.
She nodded and pulled up the hem of her skirt so that I could now see plain pale pink panties with a red heart on the front. I smiled at the sight as she tucked the hem under her skirt’s waistband and placed her hand on the front of those cute panties.
It was such a hot sight that I swear I almost came right there and then, watching Steph as she rubbed herself through her knickers, thrusting her hips forward in the seat while leaning back against my arm. She used her other hand to flip up the armrest on the other side of where she sat, then placed it on her left thigh as her right hand continued to do its wicked work.
Without thinking about it, I started to rub her upper left arm softly and slowly with the hand I had resting on Steph’s shoulder, caressing her smooth skin.
I whispered small encouragements to her, telling her how sweet she looked rubbing herself. So what she did next totally took me by surprise, and it was anything but sweet. In fact, it was a downright fucking tease. She hooked both hands under the waistband of her panties and slid them all the way off, down to her feet, then held those sweet smelling undies under my nose for a few seconds before stuffing them in her purse at her feet.
I groaned audibly, and she giggled. God, I had to have this girl!
I stopped rubbing her arm and slipped my hand under Steph’s top, snaking it up past her belly to touch her chest. She’d pulled her bra down under her small tits, so there was nothing between her hard little nipples and my fingers as they glided over the hard nubs. She sighed when I took her left nipple and gave it a gentle squeeze.
Looking down between the girl’s legs, I saw that her hand was fully covering her sex, but not to hide it. No, she was rubbing herself with the palm of her hand as her fingers traced up and down the tiny slit. Again, I nearly flooded my knickers at the sight. No doubt about it, this girl was a treasure.
Steph made a cute moaning sound that drew my attention, and when I looked up I saw that she was watching me watch her. I could tell by the fire in her eyes that she wanted more, so I pinched her nipple a little harder as my other hand worked its way down my shirt, unbuttoning it as it went. I let it fall open, revealing my red lace bra, and slid the straps off my shoulders.
Steph’s eyes were wide as she waited for what came next, her fingers no longer moving on her pussy, but her palm pressing harder against it. My hand returned to my leg to rest as I continued to tease her little nipple.
She growled playfully at me, but I just smiled. “What’s wrong?” I slyly asked her.
“Take it off!” she hissed. I shook my head and pinched her nipple again, my subtle way of telling her that I couldn’t see hers either. “You can see my kitty,” she pointed out, moving the hand away to make her point, “I want to see some of you now!”
Jesus, she was sweet and slutty! Whispering in my ear the way she was didn’t make things easier for me, either. Already turned on something fierce. I wanted to strip this girl off completely and fuck her, right there in the cinema! Instead, I tugged down on the cups of my bra and let it fall away from my tits.
She licked her lips and squeezed in closer, her face only bare inches from my exposed breasts. I bit my lip, hoping she would do what I—
Oh god, she did! Her lips found my already rock hard nipple and sucked it into her mouth. I could feel my pussy leaking heavily, and thanked God I’d thought to bring a pad with me to absorb the wetness before it created a damp patch on my jeans. Under other circumstances, I wouldn’t have cared. Clothes get washed anyway. But in a public plaza, I hardly wanted to be seen walking around, looking like I’d pissed myself.
With an arm wrapped around Steph to reach her tit, I pulled her closer to me, seeking as much contact as possible. Meanwhile, she licked and sucked on my nipple, playing with my other breast with the wet hand that had just been touching her pussy.
Seeing now exposed cunt as an invitation, I gave her nipple one last pinch to elicit a quiet squeal from her, which she tried to stifle by biting down on my tit. I grunted in pain. She had some sharp teeth, this one.
My nipple popped out of her mouth and she looked up at me. “Sorry,” she said sweetly, before taking the nipple back between her lips, lavishing it with attention from her eager tongue.
My hand travelled down, brushing her smooth tummy, my fingertips playing briefly with her belly button, then I rested it on her smooth thigh. My hand was so close to her pussy that I could feel the heat radiating from it, as well as the wetness that had leaked down her smooth thighs. I moaned quietly into her ear as she nibbled gently on the tip of my breast.
She tried to shift slightly, so that my hand would touch her cunt. My pinkie finger brushed lightly against Steph’s slit, coating itself with her juices before I drew away again, putting my hand back on her thigh. I continued to tease her as much as I could, always adjusting my hand to keep it away from her pussy with every attempt she made to force the contact.
Honestly, I was teasing myself more than her. I wanted to touch her so badly, fuck her every way imaginable. I just wanted to see how much control I could summon up.
Not that much, actually. My hand found its way to her pussy and rested palm-down on the mound. My middle finger traced up and down her slit, parting the lips only a little. Steph released my nipple from her mouth and started to lick circles around it. I resisted the urge to moan her name. No one could know what we were doing. I would get in a world of trouble. I was being totally perverted, and loving every second of it.
My finger continued to trace her pussy, and her hips started a slow thrusting against my hand, making it clear that Steph wanted more than I was giving her. I wanted more, too. I just wanted to give it to her piece by piece instead of all at once.
To hell with it!
Pressing my finger more insistently against her swollen lips, I felt them part further to allow entrance. I slid my fingertip along her labia, all the way up to the hard little clit at its apex, then back down to the hole again, this time circling it. Steph’s humping was getting more desperate, more noticeable, and I pressed on her tummy with my other hand to settle her before the movements drew the attention of someone else.
I pushed a second finger past her outer labia to join the first, and slid my fingers up each side of her inner wetness to the tip, then back down to the bottom. I pressed harder against Steph’s belly, trying to get her to stop moving around so much. She got the hint and stilled herself, but I felt a sudden huffy exhalation against my nipple, telling me that Steph was getting very annoyed with my teasing.
I wanted to keep it up; well, part of me did. But the other part won out and I slipped my middle finger back down to my little lover’s entrance and pushed it into her cunt. She bit on my nipple again and squeezed the other, pressing her whole body against me as the feeling of being penetrated began to subside, her breathing hard and ragged. I noticed the complete lack of a hymen but, turned on as I was right then, I filed that away to ask about another time, assuming that she’d taken her own virginity in a haze of frantic nighttime fingering.
“Oh, Sarah,” I heard her whimper as I pushed my finger deeper and deeper until it could go no more.
“Shh-sh-sh-sh,” I said, tilting her chin up and planting a kiss on her lips. With my mouth pressed firmly against hers, I felt her tongue press suggestively against the crack between my lips and, knowing exactly what that meant, I let her in. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and started to dance with my tongue. I kissed her back, enjoying the sweet, sweet taste of a young girl’s mouth as my finger invaded Steph’s cunt.
God, was she tight. I only had one finger inside, I knew I wouldn’t be able to insert a second without it becoming uncomfortable for her, and I couldn’t have her making any noise that would give us away. So I was content to probe her pussy with just the one digit. She moaned into my mouth as I fingered her, slow and gentle, her hips rocking against my hand in time with my smooth, steady strokes, but this time in a less obvious way.
Her other hand was no longer playing with my breast… and before I’d started to wonder where she had put it, I felt her tugging at the buttons of my jeans. I slid forward in the seat to make it easier for Steph to do what she wanted. After a few seconds of nervous fumbling, she finally popped the last button, and tugged my jeans down in a seesaw fashion until they were gathered around my ankles. I made no effort to kick them off entirely as her hand dove into my panties. She hesitated and gave me a funny look when she felt the pad I was wearing, even though I wasn’t on my period.
I leaned in close to her and whispered my explanation. “It’s not what you think, honey,” I said. “It’s so I don’t leak through to my jeans and get a big wet spot on them when I’ll be walking around in public.”
The puzzled look on her face changed instantly to a grin. She removed the pad quickly, tossing it to the floor, and then cupped my pussy as gently as possible before taking her hand back out of my panties. Even in the dim light from the cinema screen, I could see the glistening juices that coated her hand. Without hesitating, she stuck those fingers in her mouth and sucked them before gripping the waistband of my panties and yanking them down.
Once they were at my ankles, I spread my thighs as far apart as I could with her pressed tightly against me. She went back to cupping my pussy, pressing into my mound as she teased my slit with gentle probing, much like I’d done to her.
I grabbed her wrist with my free hand, guiding her middle finger to the core of my slit, slipping it deep into my vagina with one thrust. Steph got the hint, thrusting her finger in as far as it would go. I slid my hand up her arm to the back of her head, pulled her in and claimed her mouth in a lust-filled kiss, moving my finger in and out of her all the while. With each push into her, I was brushing her clit with my thumb.
Steph fed a second finger into my pussy without having to be told and, feeling my thumb on her clit, decided to do that to me as well.
It was like I’d died and gone to heaven. Part of me honestly couldn’t believe how lucky I was. I’d practically assumed that my search for a sex partner was a waste of time, I would go back home frustrated and have to fuck an orgasm or two out of myself to relieve the sexual tension that had been building in me for weeks.
But no, I’d scored this gorgeous young thing, a cute girl of ten who was very much into being my lesbian squeeze. I was fingering her bare, juicy cunt in a movie theatre. And she was fingering me back, willingly, loving every second of what we were doing, loving every touch.
“Sarahhhhhh,” she moaned in my ear, sending another surge of erotic heat through me. “Faster! Oh, please, f-faster!”
I gave her what she wanted, my finger plunging in and out of her tight, hot pussy, my thumb mashing against her clit with every thrust. She was so wet I could hear the liquid sound of my finger penetrating her beyond the dull droning of the movie in the background.
I licked Steph’s neck and kissed her briefly on the mouth before she locked those sweet lips back around my nipple to suck like a baby, her fingers penetrating my dripping cunt over and over.
I dragged my thumbnail carefully over her swollen clit, then started to rub it with the pad of my thumb as I fucked her, faster and harder.
She was getting close, I knew she was. But there was something I had to do before that. There was no way I was going to let Steph come until I’d tasted her.
Withdrawing my finger from her pussy with a wet popping sound, I gave her clit a teasing pinch before removing my hand altogether. She tried to grab my wrist intent on putting it back but I swatted her away, sticking that moist finger in my mouth to taste. The flavour of her made me think of maple syrup. I swear, she was that sweet.
I gently pried Steph away from me, ignoring her hisses of protest as I scooted back. She tried to follow, wanting to keep her fingers in my pussy, but I held her back with a gentle hand on the shoulder. Her fingers slipped out of me, followed by what felt like a river of juices. Jesus, I was so wet that these seats were going to be soaked. And for what I had planned next, that was way more than just a possibility.
I sucked on one of her fingers, loving her sweet honey-strawberry pussy flavour, then let her put the other finger in her own mouth to taste me. She groaned and tried again to reach for my pussy, but I wouldn’t allow it just yet.
I turned around in the seat and pushed the armrest behind me up, then moved to the next seat and did the same to that one. After about three seats total, plus the two that had already been pushed out of the way, I knew we had enough room for what I intended, so I went back to Steph and coaxed her onto her back along the space I’d just created.
Now she understood why I’d stopped her, and the grin on her pretty little face made it quite clear that she was more than ready for what was going to happen next.
I leaned down and kissed Steph, thrusting my tongue deep into her open mouth. Then I got up, turned around, and knelt down on the seat against the wall, my legs on either side of her head, feet brushing against the curtains that hung along the walls. I let myself fall forward, holding myself up by the elbows as I hooked my hands around the inner thighs of my ten-year-old lover and spread her legs as far apart as I could.
In the barely-there light, I saw that Steph’s womanhood was just starting to develop. There was a definite swell to the mons, and her clit was only just visible at the top of her tight opening. Her thin labia were parted slightly because I had her legs wide open, and I could see wetness leaking from her slit, oozing down into the crack of her cute little ass.
Her hands slipped around to cup my butt, and when I breathed on Steph’s pussy, I felt her fingernails bite into me. Not hard enough to draw blood, at least.
I giggled, opening her pussy even wider with my fingers before sliding my tongue gently along the juicy crease, licking up all the wetness, tasting her.
The flavour of Steph’s pussy was stronger here than it had been on my finger. Direct source, after all. I kept licking, hearing her sexy heavy breathing behind me. Flicking her hard clit with my tongue, I gently slid my middle finger back into her pussy. She was so tight that when her vaginal muscles started to clench around my finger, I knew right away she was close to coming. Well, I wanted to come, too.
I slowly lowered my cunt down to little Steph’s mouth, and soon felt the sweet, familiar sensation of a tongue pressing against my opening. She began with a few tender licks, but soon she was lapping my dripping pussy like a dog drinking from a water bowl, and I couldn’t help but shiver every time she licked my clit.
I wanted to come so badly with this girl, but I didn’t want Steph get off alone. I would make her come too… and soon. It wouldn’t be long before she had me going, turned on as I was, so I had to get her off first.
I spread her pussy lips further and pushed my finger deeper inside as my tongue flicked her clit again and again. She thrust against me harder each time that my finger slipped back into her.
I knew she was close to coming. Her pussy was pulsing around my finger, and the juices she’d been leaking were now thicker, running like a tap.
Soon.
“Sarah,” she whispered, taking her tongue away from my pussy. “Please. Make me—”
I didn’t let her finish. I thrust back against Steph’s mouth to keep her quiet, nibbling gently on her erect clit to finish her off. I barely heard her moan into my pubes as her orgasm took hold.
My finger was suddenly squeezed hard by a powerful contraction of her vagina. God, she was tight! I clamped my mouth over her slit and sucked, lashing my tongue faster and faster against Steph’s clit to send her over the edge, to push her over the line.
She came. The juices seemed to flow from her pussy like a raging river. I swallowed it all as it flowed into my mouth. My tongue continued to lash her clit to keep her coming.
She groaned into my pussy, and the vibrations sent me over the edge.
It was fucking incredible. I could feel my cunt pumping nectar out of me and into her face, and I knew she wouldn’t be able to take it all. But she tried. I could feel her tongue lick me each time she swallowed a mouthful of my essence. I was rocking against her face, but her lips remained glued to my hole.
Finally we were overcome, completely sated, lying together in a sweaty daze. Her lips drew away from my vulva. She was breathing hard as I reversed my position so that I was lying next to her. I kissed her, and we twined our legs and arms as our tongues danced, sharing the mingled flavors of cunt.
“Mmm,” she moaned against my lips. I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth for a second as I broke away from the kiss, giving my young lover a smile.
After I pulled my panties and jeans back up and refastened my bra and top, we shuffled over to a couple of dry seats and spent the next few minutes snuggled tightly against each other with my middle finger buried in her pussy, fingering her to one more orgasm. Then she buried her hand in my panties and returned the favour.
When the movie was over, I turned to her and gave her my number so we could get together again. “I love you,” I whispered.
The thrilled look on her face was something to see. “I love you, too!” she gasped, on the verge of happy tears. I calmed her with one last kiss.
The last thing I saw before I walked out was the sweet smile on Steph’s face as she carefully saved my number to her cell phone.
The End