Jezebel's Diary 9: The Interview

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Jezebel’s Diary 7: Dance Competition

It was almost our turn to go up onto the stage soon. I was nervous, my hands sweaty, my heart beating hard in my chest. I could see my fellow dancers around me, preparing themselves mentally for the performance that was to come. Some were panicking, this being the first time they were performing, some were relaxed, poised and ready.

I excused myself to the toilet, receiving a little backlash from my dance captain. Nevertheless, she let me go, reminding me once again that time was of the essence. Being late on show would definitely cost us a lot for our dance competition. I hurried to the backstage toilet for the dancers, grabbing my small little bag along the way.

No one paid much heed to a lone dancer breaking away from a group. Everyone was nervous for their performance to come. Teams that were done performing were relaxing in a corner, relieved looks upon their faces. Some of those who were already done have left the backstage, but the backstage was still crowded, with many teams still waiting for their performance to come.

Perhaps due to the tension, the ladies toilet was rather empty, save for a couple of girls huddled over the basin, touching up on their makeup, making forced idle conversation. Choosing the toilet store that was the furthest away from the exit, I settled into the last cubicle, heaving a sigh of relief to be in my own personal space.

Well. I did not have much time to waste. There was only two or three more teams up performing before it was my team’s turn to perform. I placed my small bad on top of the sanitary bin cover beside the toilet bowl, and I lowered the seat cover, making myself at home on top of the cold plastic chair.

I lifted up my costume up above my waist, revealing a pair of safety shorts, worn by all of us to protect whatever that was underneath from the sight of the audience. Tonight, these shorts will serve me another purpose as well. I tucked my fingers under the waistband of my shorts and g-string, pulling them down to between my ankles. I felt my pussy touch against the cold plastic cover of the toilet seat, sticky against my skin.

I placed my left hand unto my slit, as I have done so many times before that it’s only intuitive. I felt down the length of my slit, feeling the slight tingle of pleasure as my hand traced my privates. I started to stroke my pussy, trying my best not to sigh too loudly, since there were still girls outside the cubicle. I could still hear their idle chatter. Yet here I was, stroking my pussy lips.

I spread apart my lips with my left hand, and I started to stroke along my inner labia with my right. Inside, I was sure that I was more sensitive. The pleasant little tingles of arousal was now causing my pussy to become wet in anticipation. I wanted my fingers within me that moment, but I knew I had to wait. I stroked myself a few more times, making sure that I was thoroughly wet enough. The thought of what was to come got me wet enough already though.

I unzipped the small little bag beside me, reaching in to pull out the first toy I laid my hand upon. I felt my fingers fall upon a cold metal toy of mine. I closed my eyes and smiled. I knew what that was. I pulled my butt plug out of my toy bag, carefully licking it with my lips to moisten the metal surface of my butt plug.

I lowered the toy to my anal opening, feeling the cold, wet tip against my ass hole. I started to slip it into me. With my experience in anal play, I relaxed by ass muscles a little, allowing the small metal toy to slide smoothly into me. I felt my anal muscles expand a little, the toy filling me up in my backdoor. I accidentally let out a loud sigh of pleasure, but the girls outside paid no heed. I felt my ass hole closing around the metal handle of my butt plug, the anal toy settled in for the night.

I reached into my bag again, this time being choosier. I found my wireless bullet vibrator, looking like a polished pebble. I slipped that between my legs immediately, this time not needing any lubrication. I felt the tip of my bullet vibe enter me with ease, settling into my wet vagina. I could feel my holes being filled up by both the vibrator and the anal plug, filling me up with pleasure. I moaned a little as I finally felt the entire vibe enter my pussy, leaving only a small loop of string for me to pull it out later on.

Feeling both the butt plug and vibe settled in me, I stood up from the toilet seat and leaned against the cubicle door. The pleasure was almost too much to take. I broke out in sweat, feeling my ass clenching, afraid that the butt plug would fall out of my ass, or the vibrator slip out from my pussy. With shaking hands, I pulled my g-string back to its original position, this time holding in the vibrator over my pussy and securing the butt plug where it was. My safety shorts followed, the tight material reassuring me that neither toy would fall out.

Straightening my costume out, I unlocked the toilet door and walked out. The two girls were still there talking, touching up on their makeup. I tried to act as normal as possible, walking past them with a slight stumble in my steps. The butt plug swished around in my ass, while I could also feel that something was in my pussy, where I really wanted to be filled. The girls did not suspect a thing, and I walked back to my dance team again without any problems.

My dance captain acknowledged my return, and told me that our team was almost up soon. The team outside was doing a spectacular performance, as we heard the cheers from stage left, where I was supposed to enter.

I slipped my hands under my costume, feeling for the small device that I have clipped onto my safety shorts beneath it. I felt the small, black device, and I found the one button that was on the device. Pressing it, I felt the vibrator in my pussy start to vibrate, my arousal increasing almost instantaneously. There were dancers all about me, friends from my dance team, all nervous for the performance to come. I was also breaking out in sweat, though not from nervousness, but rather the excitement of masturbating with so many people around.

Cheers broke out as the earlier group finished their performance. Stage lights dimmed and the earlier group exited the stage, their sweaty bodies pressing past us on exit. I staggered forward to where my position was, feeling the butt plug and my vibrator move in me, unseen by everyone else, felt only by me. The butt plug pushed against my g-string and safety shorts, but they held their place.

Lights came on, and I knew I had to move. I stretched forth my body and legs, moving in the position practiced so often before, yet never with a vibrator going crazy within me. I swayed left and right in unison with the dancers in front of me, following their actions with my mind almost going blank from the pleasure. The crowd was watching, and I was sure that the bottoms of my safety shorts were wet from arousal.

As we got into positions where we stretched our legs, I felt the vibrator press against my g-spot within me, my butt plug filling me up really well. Yet I held my position, knowing that a mistake would be fatal.

In moments of lull, where we held our positions, I truly enjoyed as the vibrator vibrated within me, tingling my pussy all around it. I stood there with my hands raised and body upright, breasts thrown out, and the little toy within me did its thing.

Very soon, I knew that we have reached half of our performance, with the other half more to go. Huddled with my fellow dancers, we continued to move in our practiced formations, moving across the stage with light jumps and steps. I felt myself almost stumble, my orgasm on the edge of my senses. I could almost feel it coming unto me, yet I had to hold on.

I continued to dance, clenching my pussy as tightly as I could, holding my orgasm at bay. However, with my tightened pussy, I could clearly feel the vibrator within me, my butt plug pressing against my pussy from behind. Every time I stretched forth my legs for a split, my butt landed on the floor, pushing the butt plus ever so slightly deeper into me. I tried to grind my hips on the floor, as discretely as possible. When I stood up to dance once more, I noted the wet puddle on the floor, where I was laying on a moment before.

I could feel my pussy vibrating, my engorged clit within my g-string begging for release. I felt really filled up from behind and in front, my mind oblivious to the crowd before me, caught up in the pleasure of my own.

Ah. The drumbeats, the starting of the end. I wished for time to hurry on, the last 10 seconds of our performance coming to an end, yet it felt like an eternity. The crowd continued to watch on, as female bodies came together in a tight circle, trying to come into a formation to end off our dance.

I could not falter not, not having come so close, not only to the end of the dance, but also close to my orgasm. I felt myself truly tight and drawn like a bow, my body ready for the orgasm that was to come.

As the final few drum beats are heard, I was already in position with the rest of my friends. I knew I no longer needed to move any more from my current position, my hands in the air, surrounded by sweaty bodies of my friends. I stared straight into the crowd, feeling the vibrations of the vibrator within me.

My body let go, and I felt the wave of pleasure wash over me, my moan sounding like a cheer from the crowd, blending in with it. My body continued to cum, the second wave of my pleasure riding across my body like a rushing wave of water. I felt my pussy become wet a lot more, a gush of liquid came out from my pussy. I must have squirted into my g-string.

Even as the crowd continued to clap and cheer, we began to exit the stage. I reached into my costume just as the lights dimmed, my hands searching for the small device, turning the vibration of my vibrator off.

In the dark, I lifted up the front of my costume, feeling my safety shorts underneath. My safety shorts were drenched. Even though the vibrator was already off, I could still feel the aftermath of the vibration in my pussy, tingling me from within.

Short Story: A Late Night

*Beep beep* Shirley jumped a little at the sound, stunned by how loud her watch was with the silence around her. Her watch read 3am. It was the middle of the night, and it was no surprise that Shirley was one of the few souls awake in school, walking around the large compound. Certain lights in some of the common studying areas in school were on, and there were also a few pockets of people sitting around the common studying benches, having late night – early morning meetings in view of the upcoming project submission datelines and approaching final examinations.

This type of situation was what Shirley hoped for, what she planned for. As Shirley continued to walk to her destination, her footsteps echoed around the empty corridors, her sandals loud upon the cold concrete. With it being in the middle of the night, and given her short skirt and loose crop top blouse, Shirley felt cold whenever the wind came. She shivered a little from the cold, but also from excitement, anticipating of what was to come. The wind embraced her presence, exploring her bare skin under her clothes. Her heart beat loudly in her chest, a mixture of fear and anticipation.

Climbing up the long flight of stairs that led from the South to North spine, Shirley came to Coffee Bean. She was very near her destination now. She walked down the steps that led down to Nanyang Auditorium, coming to the front of the School of Biological Sciences, where the Quad was darkly lit, the entire open area blurry due to the haze as well. Here, the wind was a little stronger, a light draft nevertheless. The quad was an open area, situated right in the middle of the school. In the distance, she could still see dimly lit lights of the study rooms and of the common areas. Yet no one was in sight, and she was the only soul standing in the middle of the open area so late at night.

Shirley placed her clutch at one side in the Quad, against a tree that was in front of the Auditorium. She walked about aimlessly, making sure that there was indeed no one in sight. She checked her watch once again. It was 3.15am. There was bound to be no one around so late at night in school anyway. Yet, since it was better to be safe than sorry, she wanted to ensure that the coast was clear and the stage was safe for what she was about to do.

After walking about aimlessly for about 5 minutes, Shirley could not wait any longer. She came to a rest at the centre of the star that marked the floor at the Quad, right smack in the middle of the open area. Well, she thought to herself, I have done this before in public, just never… In such an open area? Well… Nothing new I guess, it’s relatively safe too huh.

Standing in the middle of the Quad, Shirley started to do what she was relatively familiar with. With one hand, she started to stroke her lips softly, feeling her own soft lips upon her fingertips, a little bit of her lipstick coming off with the touch. She felt her body start to loosen up, yet her heart continued to beat fiercely within her, fuelling the rushing of blood throughout her body. Shirley felt herself slightly turned on by the touch, her body starting to warm up a little, the feeling of something over her mouth. Shirley parted her lips gently, feeling the touch of her finger on both her upper and lower lip. She sighed a breath of pleasure, the warm breath exhaling from her mouth, warming her cold hands.

With her other hand, Shirley reached below her crop tee to feel her bare stomach, her hands cold against her warm body. Her skin was smooth under her crop tee, flawless and tight over her well exercised body. Well, she wasn’t a sporty girl, but Shirley did enough running to ensure that she wasn’t too fat either. Shirley started to reach a little higher, touching the areas that she knew was unseen by others even though she wore a crop tee. She felt the bottom of her ribs, and at the same time, she felt more of her stomach being exposed to the cold. Placing her palm fully against her body, she imagined herself being touched by someone else, her body being molested by someone else.

Shirley closed her eyes and let her imagination run wild, her lips being parted by a tongue instead of her finger. She licked her fingertip hesitantly, feeling the soft touch of her fingers within her mouth. At the same time, her other hand was exploring her torso, her bare palm running across her body. As she continued to explore, she felt with her thumb the soft lace of her bra under her crop tee. Shirley felt a little tingle, her body responding to being touched at intimate areas. Why is it that so many girls would want to wear crop tees, if exposing themselves so would turn one on so much?

She reached a little further, her hand this time moving across her breast, cupping one of them within her hands. She felt the soft mound, her breast filled up within her intricately designed lace bra. She was sure that her torso was almost fully exposed now, yet she did not feel cold despite having so much of her skin being exposed to the cold. In fact, as she exposed herself more, Shirley felt her body warming up with her arousal. With her other hand, Shirley reached under her crop tee for her other breast, feeling both of her breasts through her bra with her hands. She moulded them, feeling the fullness of her breasts in her hands.

Opening her eyes a little, Shirley wanted to make sure that no one was around to watch her. Despite her act of caution, she didn’t really pay much attention to her surroundings, but she merely checked for the sake of checking, caught up in the state of her arousal. With one hand kneading her breast through her lace bra, she removed the other hand to explore the other areas of her body. Shirley lowered her other hand to the hem of her skirt, feeling the thick material between her forefingers. She felt the soft skin of her thighs, feeling her way up the side of her thighs, tracking a line upwards towards her hip. Shirley felt the hem of her short skirt lift up as she moved upwards, feeling more of her skin being exposed to the elements, her bare stomach, her right thigh.

She felt the matching lace material of her panties, her senses tingling for what she was about to do. Shirley ran her thumb over the waistband of her panties, and she slipped her thumb underneath, slowly tugging at the coarse material keeping her privates hidden away from eyes that so often looked up her skirt. Yet as she slowly tugged her panties down, Shirley felt the cotton material of her crotch stick to her vagina a little, the sticky moisture of her pussy causing the material to stick a little to her crotch before coming off. There was a sigh of relief and arousal, one which came with a drool of liquid linking her pussy to the cotton crotch area, as well as a feeling of cold air upon her shaven mound.

Shirley stepped out slowly of her lace material, at the same time checking her surroundings to make sure no one was really there. The school remained a dead quiet, nothing stirred save for her heavy breathing in the dark. Walking towards her bag, Shirley placed her wet lace panties upon the top of her bag. Reaching backwards, she unclasped the hooks of her bra, placing them neatly on top of her bag. Her breasts fell free of their constraints, and Shirley felt that sense of relief, having her bra removed from her, letting her breasts breathe freely in the cold night air. She could feel her nipples sore and hard against the cold night, and she was definitely sure that her nipples were sticking out, prominent against her soft cotton crop tee. Once more making sure that no one was around, Shirley once more walked out into the open, feeling her breasts bounce freely with each step, the air between her legs, a wet moister between her vagina lips.

Once more, Shirley immersed herself into her fantasy once more, reaching automatically for her breasts and for her pussy underneath her skirt. She continued where she left off, groping her breasts over her crop tee, feeling her other hand inching closer to her pussy once more. She kneaded her breasts playfully with her hands, drawing circles around her sensitive nipples. From time to time, Shirley gave her nipples a playful and slightly forceful pinch, feeling the twinge of lust and a short spark of ecstasy flowing through her body, releasing a soft moan into the night. Here she was, fondling with her breasts and getting off in the middle of the school compound. Well, public acts of masturbation turned her on and relieved her more than anything else. She could imagine the hidden eyes in the dark upon her body of lust, the hot body that many guys lusted after and some girls envied.

Her other hand started to approach her pussy, feeling her soft mound, freshly shaven just barely a few hours before, as she prepared for this evening, masturbating in public. Shirley always enjoyed her pussy shaven, the smooth feeling over her vagina, her finger gently sliding across her narrow slit between her legs. Between her slit, Shirley could feel the warm fluid slowly seeping out from within her pussy, moisturising her finger tips and warming them up. The quad was still empty save for the swaying of some leaves in the gentle breeze, and even in the dark, Shirley could see for herself that the floor between her feet caught a few drops of the liquid oozing out from her pussy, the warm fluid creating little droplets of wet dark grey patches on the stone floor.

Shirley continued to trace her slit and fondle with her breasts, letting her moan resound louder bit by bit in the dark, her breath getting faster with each up and down stroke, along the top of her pussy, along her clit, all the way to the entrance of her vagina, her hole warm and welcoming to her touch. She could feel the urge to stick her finger right in there and then, to feel her own pussy being invaded by her fingers. She wanted to feel her insides squirm up as she pleasured herself publicly, to feel the insides of her vaginal walls, the most private of her areas, being touched in the middle of the open-air Quad. Yet Shirley resisted, knowing that the urge could be fulfilled later, that delaying her desires would enhance the experience of her own orgasm.

Instead, Shirley raised her wet fingertips to her lips, tasting her sweet nectar being produced. She tasted the warm fluid, the sweet taste that she was so accustomed to, the smell of her own arousal strong on her fingertips. At the same time, Shirley wanted to be more daring, and she raised her crop tee to expose her breasts a little, fondling them directly with her bare hands. The warmth of her breasts against her cold hands felt good, and her cold hands also turned her own further, the cold causing her nipples to stand out strongly outwards. Using her index fingers, Shirley flicked her nipples to and fro, causing her to moan into her fingertips with each twitch. She felt her pussy really craving for her attention, craving for satisfaction.

Reaching downwards, Shirley found her clit slightly engorged and poking outwards from her hood, evidently aroused by the situation. As she gave her clit a tentative flick, her body shivered with the intense pleasure that she felt upon contact. Her body squirmed and she hunched over, overwhelmed by the pleasure. Her pussy lips were slightly parted now, inviting her hand into the fold. Shirley continued to massage her breasts as she stroked her fingers slowly downwards, parting her lips, wetting her fingers once more with her fingertips.

She traced her slit downwards, slowly and surely, and finally came to a rest before her vagina opening. She could feel the warm fluid start to soak up her hand, a drop of two slowly travelling down the length of her finger. Slowly, Shirley enjoyed the feeling of her finger sliding in. She felt her finger move into her open pussy, well-prepared by her arousal. She felt the warmth within her as she hunched over once more, reaching deeper within her pussy and the little waves of ecstasy overcoming her bit by bit.

Shirley started to move her finger slowly in and out of herself, feeling her index finger moving in and out of her, the feeling of it brushing past her pussy lips. As she pushed her finger into herself, Shirley would also wiggle her fingers a little, rubbing her palms over her clit. The sensation was quite a lot for her to bear. Shirley moaned louder into the dark now, her eyes closed, ignoring her surroundings, immune to the cold air around her.

She continued to knead her breasts, switching between one breast and the other. Both of her breasts were exposed now. Shirley didn’t care who saw her or whether there was even anyone there at all. Her legs were bent a little at her knees, her thighs kept closed together to better feel her fingers within her pussy. In that position, Shirley started to feel herself coming close to her orgasm, despite only a few thrusts of her fingers in and out of her.

As she peaked, Shirley felt her legs almost give way below her as the first wave of pleasure came over her. She felt her pussy clench upon her fingers within her, yet she continued to wiggle her fingers within, stimulating it further during her second and third waves of pleasure. Her body shuddered upon each wave of pleasure, her breath caught upon each wave, exhaling with a moan as each wave passed over her. The clenching of her pussy also squeezed out any excess fluid being produced by her arousal. Soon, as her breathing came to a rest, Shirley could feel her heart beating strongly within her chest, all while she breathed heavily.

Shirley unclenched her thighs and spread them apart, removing her fingers and her hands away from her privates. Her hand was entirely soaked in the fluid produced by her arousal. Even holding it at arm’s length away, Shirley was sure that she could smell the fragrant scent of her own arousal upon the cold night air.

As she walked with shivering steps back to her bag, Shirley picked up her lingerie, which happened to be in a different state as compared to earlier when she left it. Moreover, her bra happens to be nowhere in sight. She noted that her panties had a white pool of a certain liquid upon it which she did not note earlier. Touching it with her hands, Shirley felt the liquid still warm to her touch. Smelling it, she smelt the familiar smell of someone’s semen left upon her panties.

Oh well, it seems that she wasn’t the only person to go down in history who has experienced an orgasm in the Quad anymore. She looked around once more, trying to find the culprit in the dark. She didn’t see anything as far as she could see. Regardless, Shirley put on her panties, feeling the warm semen smudge against her mound and all over her pussy. She checked her watch once again. She could barely see the time, 4.30am, past the fluids that were all over her watch face. With a light bounce in her breasts, Shirley headed back to Hall for a good night’s rest before revision lessons the next day.

Jezebel's Diary 5: Orientation

I turned to look towards the sea, the sunset casting a warm glow upon my face, the soft sand wedged between my toes. My skin was sticky from the dried sea salt all over me, but at least the wind feels good against my bare stomach and back. I held in my hand my sling bag, carrying the essentials required for a day at the beach with my freshmen at the freshmen orientation camp. The long day at the beach has drawn to a close, seniors and freshmen alike were lazing all around the beach, broken into their small circles, getting to know more about one another though the orientation camp. I was tired as hell, but knowing that everyone had lots of fun at the FOC was all the more worth it, and it was actually quite fulfilling to see everyone grow close to one another despite being total strangers just a few days before.

Moreover, it was good being away from work at last, the stress of fulfilling deadlines and meeting the quotas set by bosses daily finally over. Not to mention the lack of office politics while back at school, only the fun of gossips and stirring rumours about one another. After all, at school, it’s all in the name of fun, isn’t it?

I heaved a sigh at last, and I turned to return to my assigned orientation group, following the hand-made flag that was stuck in the sand. My freshmen and fellow seniors were all really bonded after these few days, and there happened to be really charismatic freshmen in our group as well, such that we as seniors did not have to do much work to gather the freshmen together.

Finding a gap in the circle, I lowered myself to join in with the rest of them, their conversation uninterrupted by my entry.

‘How’s the FOC for you thus far, Pei Yi?’ I asked the quiet freshmen beside me. Pei Yi was kind of zoning out actually, tired from the events of that day. She was sitting on the sand, her arms hugging her legs, her eyes gazing into the distance, half-closed. It took me a while, along with the snapping of my fingers, to get her attention.

‘Oh Jez hello. Hahah I’m fine, I’m just really tired.’ Pei Yi replied with a smile.

‘Ah that’s good to hear.’ I went on to entertain her, talking to her about her fellow freshmen, finding more about each of them through her perspective.

Pei Yi was really adorable, and she has a small petite figure, her skin a similar tone to my fair skin. Her skin seemingly smooth and unspotted, and Pei Yi seemed to appear younger than she really was. Her hair was in a mess from the beach day, the sweat and sea salt sticking her fringe to her face. Just like all her other fellow female freshmen, she wore a singlet and a pair of FBTs, the singlet a little too large for her small frame. Due to the singlet being too large, I could see a little of her bra from the armholes of her singlet, the white cotton material bright against her dark skin tone. Well… The packing list did include a dark coloured sports bra for the freshmen, but I guess she didn’t bother to get it in the end.

Shortly thereafter, dinner arrived for us. It was cai fan as usual again, but the freshmen were too tired to be bothered with whatever they were eating. They gobbled down the food hungrily, fatigued from the events of that day. The seniors and freshmen continued to interact with one another between mouthfuls, the mood in the air chill and family-like.

The sun was really setting by now, the light disappearing on the horizon. The beach started to get dark, and time has begun for us to proceed back to our designated resting areas of that night. Pei Yi and I, as well as many of the other girls, had the privilege of using the chalets that the planning committee has booked for us. We gathered under the shelter, leaving the guys to fend for themselves with their sleeping bags and whatever shelter they could find.

Under the sheltered walkway, I looked to Pei Yi once again, waiting for the rest to gather. She was all happy to return to the chalet, knowing that the tiring day has come to an end. I noted that her skin had a red glow to it, seemingly sunburnt from all the beach games that day.

‘Pei Yi, are you okay? You seem pretty sunburnt.’

‘Yep I get sunburnt pretty easily, since my skin so fair. Hahah.’

‘Ah me too. You didn’t put sunblock earlier ah?’

‘Eh I did leh. But I think after I went into the water so many times, maybe the sunblock got washed off? Or maybe I never put enough.’ I placed my hands upon her skin, feeling the warmth emanate from her dry skin. Pei Yi flinched a little, moving away from my hand. Her skin was pretty sunburnt alright.

‘You know, I get sunburnt pretty often too. Hahah. Would you want to borrow some aloe vera moisturizing gel from me? I prepared some just in case I got sunburnt too.’

‘Hahah alright thanks a lot Jez.’

Upon reaching the chalet, many of the girls rushed straight to the toilet, keen to get the sweat and salt out of their hairs as soon as possible, so that their hairs would dry quickly and hence an earlier and longer rest period for them. Pei Yi as well as a few other girls loitered behind, them being a group of chill girls who’s too lazy to do anything much.

The seniors allowed the freshmen to go first, since it’s their FOC after all. I went upstairs to the seniors’ room to grab my aloe vera gel, only to see that Pei Yi followed me up as well. Under the well-lighted room, Pei Yi’s skin looks really red from the day out in the sun. Her singlet was loose around her petite figure, and I could clearly see the distinction between her fair skin and her sunburnt areas.

‘Do you want to apply some of the aloe vera first while waiting for the other girls?’ I asked, to which Pei nodded in response. I motioned for her to come closer, as I stretched out my hand to squeeze a little of the aloe vera gel unto my hands. The gel glistened under the light, looking like a droplet of water on the palm of my hands.

I placed my palm against Pei Yi’s skin, lathering her up from her elbows. Pei Yi closed her eyes while she enjoyed the cool aloe vera soothe the burning of her skin. However, she winced a little from time to time whenever I was a little too rough. I tried to be as gentle with her as possible, spreading the aloe vera up her arms.

I continued to lather the cool gel over her arms, taking a look at her body while her eyes were closed. I lifted her arm pretentiously, trying to look at her bare skin through the sides of her singlet. Her cotton bra wrapped her small figure nicely, and Pei Yi didn’t have much assets to boast of. I was easily larger than she was, and her lack of boobs made her look really like a small girl. Under her singlet, her skin was fair, protected from the sunrays by the singlet she wore. Due to the singlet being too big, I could not reach around all her sunburnt areas, especially those around her neck and on her shoulders.

‘There. All done. Let’s go downstairs to join the rest kay. I think the girls may be done with their showers.’ We headed downstairs, to find that the toilet was ready for Pei Yi to use. Many of the other girls were drying their hair, talking in small circles, some laying out their sleeping bags to prepare to turn in early for the night.

‘Pei Yi, I couldn’t reach around your shoulders earlier. Can you apply the rest on your own while you’re in the shower?’ I handed her the aloe vera gel.

‘Er… Jez, if you don’t mind, can you help apply it for me instead? Er… I mean, we’re both girls, so I’m okay with it. Hahah.’ Pei Yi asked quietly, being shy to put her request forward to me.

‘Hahah sure.’ I agreed, escorting her to the toilet, grabbing both of our shower baskets along the way. Nobody really noticed that we’re both going to the toilet together, seeing as how everyone was too busy being focused on their own activities.

Upon entering the toilet, Pei Yi took her singlet off, taking care not to rub the cloth material over her sunburnt areas. I knew she was skinny, but seeing her bare skin without her singlet on really surprised me on how slim she was. With her back turned towards me, I continued to lather the lotion as before, applying it to the areas that I have missed previously.

Standing behind her, I rubbed her shoulders, letting my hand glide over her skin, covering them with aloe vera gel. Out of instinct, I slipped my hands under her bra strap, and continued to lather the gel, moving my hands under the straps. Pei Yi flinched a little from my intrusion under her bra, but she did not say a word, and I continued to apply the gel over her body. To my surprise, Pei Yi lifted her bra straps a little off her shoulders, and Pei Yi let me slip the straps off her shoulders, leaving her shoulders bare.

I wandered my hands and allowed them to continue moving all across the front of her neck, even though that area is not sunburnt, and my hands were already exhausted of the aloe vera gel. I felt her dry skin, dotted with sand and sea salt. I placed my hand under her neck and pulled a little upwards, exposing her throat and stretching her head backwards. I leaned in from behind to kiss Pei Yi on the side of her neck, gently and softly. I tasted her salty skin, but I could smell a hint of her feminine smell from the light kiss.

‘Ahh…’ Pei Yi let out a little moan as I kissed her neck, drawing a line of kisses from her neck, up to behind her ear, where I paused to incite a slightly louder moan from her, before moving my lips down to her shoulder blade, maybe adding a little tongue along the way. I continued to hold her head back, but I left her arms unrestrained. Yet Pei Yi did nothing to stop me from doing what I am doing.

Instead, Pei Yi reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting the white cotton material fall to the floor. I could not see her nakedness, with her back facing me. Bringing one hand to hold Pei Yi’s waist, I moved my hand upwards to feel her smooth breasts, feeling her hardened nipples between my forefinger and my thumb. I rolled her erect nipples in my fingers, causing Pei Yi to moan as I stimulated her senses. I continued to suck on her shoulders with my mouth, leaving light pink marks along her white skin, places where she was not sunburnt.

Pei Yi turned around slowly, facing me with her eyes at the same level as mine, since we’re about the same height. Her body was really slim, her breasts small mounds upon her chest, her nipples upright, aroused from the stimulation. Pei Yi reached behind me and untied by bikini, letting the material fall to the floor to join her cotton bra. My breasts sprung free, exposed to her eyes for the first time. My breasts were larger than hers, more well developed from the course of puberty.

I leaned in to place a light kiss on her lips, feeling her soft lips upon mine. Pei Yi responded in return, returning the kiss on my lips. With one hand behind her back, I pulled her in closer to feel her breasts against mine, kissing her more passionately. I felt our lips get wet from the saliva exchange between us, feeling her lips with my tongue. She tasted sweet, and her kisses felt innocent, as if she was kissing for the first time, unsure of what to do.

With my other hand, I placed my hand upon her bottom, feeling her petite ass under her FBTs. Being skinny, her ass was not meaty, but more of perky and firm. I reached under her shorts, feeling the thin layer of fabric that acted as a second layer of protection under her FBT shorts. I reached under that too, feeling the soft material of her cotton panties. My hand cupped her panty clad bottoms, massaging them and fondling them with my palms.

This time, Pei Yi surprised me by placing both her hands on the waistband of my shorts. She slipped her thumbs under them, and started to tug downwards as much as possible without breaking our kiss. I let her pull down my denim shorts, letting her drag her fingers across my bare skin. She felt my thongs and she pulled at it as well, pulling both my thongs and my denim shorts off my bottoms, revealing me in my full nudity before her eyes, my bare skin, my shaven pussy, my breasts firmly before her eyes.

Our kiss did not break, but we continued to join our lips together, with me in the lead. I felt her teeth with my tongue, pushing inward to explore the warmth of her mouth. Our hands did not stop touching one another, but we continued to fondle one another’s privates, going places not meant for everyone to see. I was already fully nude, so that was not a problem for me. Pei Yi still had her shorts on, but that did not hinder me much. I slipped my hand under the second layer of protection under her FBT shorts, her cotton clad panty against my hand. As I moved further down to explore between her legs, I was greeted with the wetness that I knew so well, sticky and moist to the touch, the cotton material soaked through from her arousal.

‘Let’s get under the shower?’ I broke off from the kiss, gently pushing her under the shower head. I turned the faucet open, letting the lukewarm water fall across both our bare bodies, the water wetting Pei Yi’s FBT shorts in the process. Despite being wet, there was a different feeling between that of water and that of the lubricating fluid coming out of her right now. I could still tell that Pei Yi was aroused. I started to rub circles around her opening over her panties, inciting moans from her. The sound of water hitting the bathroom tiles under our feet masked the sounds of our love-making, such that the others outside would not suspect anything.

Desperate for more attention, Pei Yi stripped her wet FBTs off on her own, letting the soaked material hit the floor with a light ‘Plop’ sound. Now both of us are naked, and I could see clearly what a small person Pei Yi was. Her pussy was untamed, her pubic hair thick above her vagina and clit. Yet I knew where everything was. This was, after all, not the first time I’m making love to a female, was it not?

Kneeling on the floor, my tongue quickly found the sweet spot where I loved to lick. My fingers spread open her tight lips, lifting up her hood to expose that little sensitive clit. It was small and pink, and swollen from her arousal. I gave her clit a little lick, judging her sensitivity. Usually girls who do not masturbate or play with their clit will find this too much to take. Pei Yi moaned a little, but her legs remained open, inviting me to continue. I willingly accepted, licking her clit more fervently, my tongue circling that engorged organ, inciting more moans from her. I travelled downwards to find her wet hole, and I kissed her as I have done so earlier, my tongue penetrating her wet hole, tasting her sweet feminine scent.

I returned to her clit with my mouth once more, and my fingers took the place of my tongue. With one swift movement, I stuck my entire middle finger into her, feeling the wetness within, her tight vaginal walls, squeezing me upon all sides. I assaulted her clit and her pussy concurrently, and Pei Yi leaned against the wall to stabilise herself, her hips thrusted outwards into my face. I felt around in her tight vagina for her g-spot, a little swollen within her vagina. Finding it, I thrusted my fingers in and out of her, making sure to hit her g-spot on each entry. My tongue continued to lick, and my entire mouth was cupped over her vagina, my nose buried with her pubic hair, the water from the shower trickling down her body.

It was soon that I felt that familiar squeezing within Pei Yi, the incoming orgasm that was soon to follow. I felt her body draw tight like a bow, and I felt the release with my fingers, her hips thrusting to and fro with each wave of pleasure that took her. Pei Yi’s eyes were closed, her hair wet from the water raining down upon her. My finger was still buried deep within her, feeling her pussy squeeze me as the waves of her orgasm took over her body. Soon, as I felt the pressure from her vagina start to subside, Pei Yi started to slide down the wet wall, coming to sit below the shower head, this time now eye to eye with me. Her breaths came in short packets, and I was sure that that was a pretty good orgasm.