Scandal

It was early March. I was in my senior year of high school, sitting in a chair in a Chapters bookstore and reading a Neil Gaiman book when I had the peculiar feeling of eyes gazing all over my bare legs and big breasts that peeked out of my tight halter top. Depending on my mood, sometimes I like to be watched.
When I looked up, I was caught off guard by a tall raven-haired beauty staring at me. She wore a pale blue sundress with a plunging neckline and skirt that stopped short above her knees, all of which served to proudly display her lean and wonderfully statuesque figure. Her body was candy for anyone who had their eyes. And I had a sweet tooth.
At that time, I usually never had the nerve to flirt or even approach a beautiful girl who I hadn’t been friends with for at least several months. I had only fooled around with 2 other girls at that time: April (my best and c***dhood friend: read my previous story if you want details) and Nicole (a tall slim blonde with short hair from another school who I met and seduced at a party). In my favour, however, this tall gorgeous woman was looking at ME in the same way straight guys normally look at hot women: awestruck and intimidated. That, and I knew her.
Four years ago, she used to date my older b*****r, Johnny. The last time I would’ve seen her, I was in Grade 9 and they had both just finished their first year of university. They had started dating at the beginning of their senior year in high school and ended their relationship 2 years later. She was breathtakingly beautiful then, and she was even more so now. But I f***ed myself to act confident, got up, and approached her.
“Hello beautiful,” I greeted her softly.
She was speechless. I loved the power I had over her right now. She was so absent-minded all she could do was raise her hand to give me a slight wave.
“It’s me: Charlotte.” She still had no reaction. “You know? Johnny’s little s****r.”
She finally got it. “Oh! I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you.”
“It’s okay. I recognized you. How are you doing, Chelsea?” I asked.
“Fine. Just looking at books. Like you.”
“Are you doing anything right now?”
“Why?” Chelsea wondered.
“Do you wanna have coffee with me? I’ll pay. There’s a Star Bucks just right over there. Let’s catch up if you’re not too busy. Or if you’re willing. If you’re not… “
“Are you k**ding? I have such good memories of hanging out with you and your b*****r. Of course I’ll have coffee with you.”
The Starbucks was moderately busy. We sat at a small round table across from each other and talked about our lives lately. I told her I had a boyfriend and I was still friends with April. (I left out the part that we also had sex with each other.) Chelsea told me she was engaged to her new boyfriend, Andre.
We also talked old times. Like all the times she introduced me to new music—music I really liked. I also mentioned the time I caught her having sex with my b*****r in the living room basement.
“Don’t remind me,” she pleaded. “I’m really sorry you had to see that.”
“Don’t worry about it. It was funny.”
Chelsea shook her head and chuckled. “Me and your b*****r were pretty wild back then.”
“No k**ding. I think that you were the first girl that he went out with that he was faithful to. As far as I know, he hasn’t cheated on a girl since.”
“Really?” Chelsea said, surprised.
“Yeah. You helped him to grow up a bit.”
“Not sure if I’m responsible for it. But I’ll take credit for it anyway.”
“You deserve credit. You’re very warm and smart and beautiful. It’d be easy to stay faithful to you. Although, I have to say, you’re more beautiful now than ever.”
Chelsea blushed. “Really?”
“Of course. You must have been told that a lot.”
Chelsea shook her head. “Not by girls.”
This surprised me. “Come on? No girl from university? No girls approached you in the nightclubs?”
Chelsea glanced around self-consciously. A few people did look our way, including some old ladies.
“Could you keep your voice down?” she asked quietly.
“Sorry. But considering how often you had sex with my b*****r in the basement, I just thought you would have experimented with girls. It would be easy for you to get them.”
“Maybe. I don’t know. I guess there were some girl who checked me out but none of them ever flirted with me.”
“Have you ever thought about of being with a girl?” I asked.
“No,” she said calmly.
“Then why were you checking me out earlier? I know you didn’t recognize me, so why were you looking at me?”
“I just—just thought… ,” she stammered, “… you know. I thought you were pretty and… It doesn’t mean I’m… curious.”
I wasn’t convinced. “Are you sure?” I asked. I was wearing yellow shorts and sandals. I slipped off my right sandal and caressed the outside of her calf with my foot. She let out a deep exhale and watched her beautiful breasts heave. Her cheeks went red and her eyes became doe-like. For a moment, I felt guilty over the power I had over her. But I quickly forgot about that while I caressed her curvy athletic leg with my foot. My toe caught the back of her knee, which made her giggle.
“Don’t,” she smiled awkwardly.
I paid her no mind. I moved my foot to the inside of her leg and up her thigh. Chelsea was frozen and so captivated, she didn’t react at first. When my foot was just shy of her skirt, she gasped and immediately pushed my leg down. She pushed my foot down and crossed her legs.
“I really have to go. Thanks for the coffee,” she added as she stood up. She made her way down the escalator and towards the front door. I ended up practically chasing her outside to the parking lot.
“I’m sorry. That was inappropriate. I was just joking around,” I lied.
“Yeah, I know.” She still seemed uncomfortable.
“Where’s your car?”
“I don’t have a car.”
“I do. I could give you a ride home if you want.”
Chelsea hesitated.
“I swear I won’t play footsies with you this time. Especially since I can’t cause I’m driving.”
That got a smile out of her and she agreed. I dropped her off at place: a duplex near her university.
“Thanks for the ride,” Chelsea told me. “It’s been nice seeing you again.”
“Maybe we could do it again,” I suggested. “I’ll give you my number.”
Chelsea was taken aback by how forward I was. “Sure.” She took out her phone and entered the cell phone number I dictated to her.
“Call me sometime. Even if you want to talk for a few minutes.”
Chelsea nodded. With that, she left. I never thought I would hear or see her again.
Later that night, she called me up. She asked me what I was doing (homework) and if I wanted to hang out sometime. I told her I did and we ended up hanging out with each other for the next few weeks. Sometimes at a coffee shop or a restaurant or at the duplex she shared with someone she worked with. One Saturday night, however, I had the whole house to myself. My parents had gone on a week long vacation and weren’t coming back until Sunday night. I picked Chelsea up so we could go to dinner at a Chinese restaurant first then go to my house and watch a movie. I arrived at her up at a duplex and she greeted me wearing a matching white spandex shirt with a generous neckline that like before showed off her heavenly cleavage and white cargo shorts.
After dinner, we headed to my house. We watched a movie (“Love Actually,” which we both enjoyed) in the basement living room and ate popcorn and enjoyed hot cocoa during it. We talked about the movie for a while, then Chelsea asked me where April was. I told her it April was hanging out with her boyfriend tonight.
“That’s too bad. I missed her. I haven’t seen her in a while.”
She gave me an idea. A naughty idea. “Actually, I could show you a picture of her.”
I led her into my bedroom, made her sit in my office chair, and opened up my laptop in front of her. I showed her some photos of April. The first few were of her fairly covered up. The last few were of her in a bikini showcasing her fit voluptuous body. I noticed the desire in Chelsea’s eyes.
“Wow. She looks gorgeous.”
Time to ratchet it up, I thought. My heart was beating hard in anticipation. I went on to show her a video of me and April dancing together in our bikinis while my boyfriend handled the camera. We danced apart at first. Then moved closer and began grinding and groping at each other. Then we kissed in the most passionate aggressive way that would put any guy to shame. From there, we took each others’ clothes off and went to the bed. We kissed, fingered, tribbed, and 69ed our way from one orgasm to another. Chelsea’s mouth hung open in shock.
I knelt down beside her and caressed her leg with my hand. I felt Goosebumps rise against my touch. “My best friend, April. She always knows how to satisfy me.”
Chelsea didn’t answer. Her eyes were still on the laptop screen. This time April and I were caressing each other while we rested from our intense sex. But I could tell Chelsea was awestruck by our beauty.
“What did you think?” I turned her chair to face me. Still crouched down, I pulled her chair against me so my breasts were a few inches away from her pussy. Then I ran my hands slowly up her bare legs. Chelsea’s breathing grew deeper, causing her wonderful bosom to rise and fall in front of my face.
“Don’t you have a boyfriend?” Chelsea asked nervously.
“I do. Who do you think is holding the camera?”
Her eyes widened. “He’s okay with it?”
“He’s more than okay with it. He loves it.” I slid my right hand under her white spandex shirt and caressed her stomach. Chelsea gasped the moment I did it, but didn’t tell me to stop. She watched the shape of my hand move under her shirt. I slid my other hand across her back and leaned her forward to sit up straight. Her breathing quickened and her breasts heaved even more. Her braless nipples grew so hard, they pointed out and disrupted the smoothness of her fleshy mounds. He couldn’t deny it if she too erect under her thin white spandex shirt for her to deny it. Despite the obvious signs, Chelsea stopped my hand just short under her left breast. She didn’t pull my hand out, she only stopped it from roaming any further.
“Charlotte. You’re only 17. You’re still in high school.”
“I’m more experienced than more,” I answered matter-of-fact.
“And I have a boyfriend. More than that, I have a fiancé,” she reminded me.
“And who says he has to know?” I offered. “I’m very discreet. Like this one time, a few weeks ago, I was at this party and met a beautiful blonde with short hair named Nicole. She was slim and looked like a model. She was with her boyfriend at the party. I managed to get her away from her boyfriend and sweet-talked her. I told her I wanted her and knew how to satisfy her perfect body. I convinced her to go to the washroom. And when I got her alone, I had my way with her. And then she had her way with me. I never saw or heard from her again. To this day, no one knows. Except for April, of course. Come on. You missed out on being adventurous in university. Maybe its time you satisfy your curiosity. Before you’re walking down the aisle and it’s too late.”
That got her thinking. I could see the temptation rising in her gaze. Her grip on my hand loosened considerably but didn’t drop. I gently took her hand off of mine and kissed her palm. I placed her palm on her lap. Then we stared at each other with desire for what seemed like hours.
Swiftly, I pushed my hand against her left breast and rubbed her nipple with my thumb. She gasped loudly for a moment, then let out a sigh as she stared at my hand with helpless desire. My fingers were splayed out against her bountiful bosom but not against her hard eraser-sized nipple. I pushed her left breast up to reveal more cleavage through her V-cut spandex shirt.
“Your heart is pounding like a jackhammer,” I told her. I rubbed her nipple with my thumb for a while. Then I pinched her nipple and got a wince out of her. Her mouth gaped open and she stared at me, seriously considering it.
“I don’t want anyone to know. Not even April. And especially not Johnny.”
“And if I promise, then you’ll be my… plaything?”
Chelsea giggled at first, then followed by nervous silence. With my free hand, I ran my hand through her long shiny raven hair. A moment later, I grabbed the back of her head with my free hand, pulled her towards me, and shoved my tongue into her mouth. Chelsea kissed back just as aggressively and groped at my tits. Our rhythm was in sync and we naturally challenged each other in our intensity. I stuck my other hand up her shirt and played with her tits. I pushed her cleavage up so she was almost popping out of her shirt. I sucked alternated between sucking on her right and left nipple through her shirt until it was see-through. Then I pulled my hands out of her shirt, pushed her cleavage up to get as much flesh as I could, kissed her exposed flesh, buried my face in her cleavage, and motor-boated her. Chelsea couldn’t help but laugh.
I closed the laptop on my computer desk, pulled off her khaki shorts, and exposed her trim yet full bush. Meaning hers was more than a landing strip or a Brazilian but not as wild as an overgrown 70’s porn bush. Just perfect. I pulled her shirt off and told her to lean back in her chair. I spread her legs and proceeded to finger her and eat her out. It didn’t take long to get her off. Within 30 seconds, I had her grunting, squealing, letting out rough throaty screams, and creaming in my mouth. Once I felt my mouth coated in her cream, I flashed my tongue to her, which drove her crazy.
“Oh my God!” she screamed in disbelief.
I continued to eat her pussy and now started to fingerfuck her with 2 fingers. All she could do was squeal and squirm and keep repeating “oh my God” over and over again. Her buoyant tits jiggled as she shook. She would tell me later that the sight of me staring at her with my lust-filled blue eyes and that she could feel me smiling as ate her out really pushed her over the edge. Only a few minutes later, I had her squirting all over my hand and mouth. I saved her juice in my mouth and dripped it into her hungry mouth (which she took without hesitation), and kissed her passionately.
I took all my clothes off and moved the action onto the bed. I made her lie on her back with her ass hanging off the bed. I proceeded to my nipples against her engorged clit. I’m proud to say that I made her orgasm just as easily with my blonde nipples as I did with tongue and 2 fingers. I followed this up with by holding her left leg up by her ankle, sitting up on her pussy while she laid on her back, and rubbed my moist pussy against her clit as fast as I could. Again, I got her off (as well as myself) a few more times.
Chelsea got so frustrated that I had so much control over her body, she pushed me on my back with her leg, laid on top of me so her breasts were right in my face because she was considering taller than me), got between my legs, and proceeded to grind her pussy against mine while I sucked on her tits. She didn’t stop until I orgasm and even then, she kept going for a while. She did stop me from sucking on her tits for a while and made me look into her eyes. It was so incredibly sexy and I experienced the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. I broke down in sobs because it was so intense. Afterwards, she went off to the side, pulled my cheek to her breast, and stroked my hair. I did the same to her. Both of us were baptized in Sapphic sweat and our hair was wet and matted against our faces.
“Thank you. You beautiful slut,” she whispered to me. I responded by kissing her breasts. She smiled and closed her eyes. We held each other for a while until she fell asl**p. Once she did, I got up and made a phone call; I was not finished satisfying this raven-haired beauty yet.
April was hanging out with her boyfriend and was supposed to sl**p over at her boyfriend’s house, but I convinced her to cut the night short with him to spend the night with me and Chelsea. When she heard what we’d been up to, she immediately told her boyfriend that she had to go to work early tomorrow because a co-worker had just gotten sick. I also told her to bring the toys we had used the last time we had sex.
Over an hour later, April arrived at my house. She brought the strap-on dildo and vibrator from the last we fooled around. Chelsea was still in my bed sl**ping on her side, facing a wall. I set up my video camera on the tripod and pressed record. I whispered for April to strip and wear the strap-on. Afterwards, I lubed the strap-on for her. Then I gently turned Chelsea on her back. I leaned on all fours, hovering over Chelsea’s sl**ping body. April stood behind me and pushed the head of the 9-inch strap-on into her. Chelsea groaned and winced in her sl**p. I motioned for April to keep slowly push the strap-on further. Chelsea finally woke up, confused.
“Remember when I promised you that I wouldn’t tell anyone?” I asked her.
Chelsea slightly nodded.
I moved to the side of the bed and let her see April leaning against her and partly in her. Then I showed her the video camera.
“What the fuck?” she said, confused and a bit angry.
Right then, April grabbed Chelsea’s hips and slammed the trap-on completely inside her. Chelsea screamed in pain at first. She had never taken a dick so big. April showed her no mercy and pounded as hard as she could. I grabbed the vibrator to distract her from the pain and it worked. After a while, she got used to the pounding and started to like it and cum and jerk around wildly. We spent a few hours treating her like our own personal fuck toy and called her a cheating slut and closet dyke. I loved fucking her with the strap-on from behind while she was eating my best friend’s red pussy. But the biggest turn-on for me was lying on my back, my legs against Chelsea’s shoulders while she fucked me, and April played with herself and sucked on Chelsea’s bouncing tits.
Afterwards, she told us she had never cum so hard and turned on in her life. It was the best sex she ever had. So much so, we ended having sex like crazy for the next few months. Chelsea and I also ended up falling in love with each other, we broke up with our boyfriends and started going out with each other just before I graduated from high school. It definitely caused a scandal around my high school. Ending with me, taking Chelsea as my date for my Graduation dance. When they saw her, everyone’s jaws dropped and they totally understood. Many even desired her—including girls. When summer rolled around Chelsea and I moved in together in our own apartment. April ended up going to a university in another city while Chelsea and I continued our relationship for a little over a year. We broke up amicably and ended up being friends for another year. Then she moved away and we lost touch. I still miss her and have good memories of her. And once in a while, I still think of my relationship with her and think of the times we had sex—both in tender and a****listic ways—and play with myself until I cum and tire myself out completely.