Leslie’s Adventures – 01

Literotic asexstories – Leslie’s Adventures – 01 by Operation_Balls,Operation_Balls
I don’t really remember my parents. I’d been in foster care for as long as I can remember, bouncing between different families and institutions. Some of the families were nice, but they were so busy all the time with their own lives and other kids, that they didn’t ever seem to be able to spend time talking to me about things that really mattered. Things like rumours my friends had told me about growing up, and how the world was.

That’s probably why I latched onto Abi so quickly. She was great. Although she was my age, she seemed so much more experienced in the world and life in general. She also had time just to sit and chill, not ask questions about what I was doing, but still able to answer me fully and openly if ever there was something I didn’t understand. At the time, I worshipped her. I thought she knew everything, or at least was clever enough to work it out for herself. And looking back, she seemed to enjoy the adulation, doing nothing to suggest she was anything less than I imagined.

I suppose, considering the childhood I’d had, I was quite naive for my age. By the time Abi and I were 18, I’d never been with a boy. Or a girl. But unlike the other children, Abi didn’t judge me for that. Sometimes I’d wonder if I was annoying to her, what with always coming to her room and hanging out with her all day, every day. But every morning when I entered, she’d greet me with a big smile and a warm cuddle, and my fears would vanish. She had my heart in her hands and she never gave it anything less than her full attention. I adored her and she loved being adored.

One night, after watching a box-set of DVDs she’d stolen from the supermarket, she asked if I wanted a drink. At first, I thought she meant orange juice. But then she produced a small bottle of vodka.

“Oh my God!” I gasped, “What is that?” Even though I could read the label clearly enough, I couldn’t quite believe we had alcohol, and that I was being offered some.

“Just try a little bit,” Abi smiled and poured a glass, handing it to me.

I sniffed at the liquid and my head involuntarily jolted back, away from the glass. I looked up at Abi, who was standing, pouring a glass for herself, before returning to join me on her bed.

“Cheers!” She said, delicately to me, touching her glass to mine with equal tenderness, before downing her portion in one swallow.

“Cheers,” I replied meekly, and took a tiny sip, “Ugh, it’s disgusting!”

Abi laughed kindly at me, not so that I was embarrassed, just so I found it funny too.

“Give it here if you don’t like it.” Abi suggested, and I did. She downed that in one, too.

“How can you drink that stuff?” I asked, incredulously, “It’s horrible!”

“It’s not about what it tastes like,” Abi answered, with her wise voice on, “it’s about how it makes you feel.”

“It makes me feel sick.” I grimaced and Abi laughed, which made me laugh too.

She snuggled into me for a cuddle and I hugged her lovingly. With a free hand, she reached the remote, and switched the TV to a music channel. A girl was singing about her love for a boy. She wasn’t wearing much and had the most amazing body, dancing and occasionally writhing with some fit looking male dancers.

“I love this song,” said Abi.

“They’re all well fit.” I noticed out loud.

“Yeah,” agreed Abi, “even the boys!” and we giggled at the suggestion that we were mostly looking at the girl singer.

Then Abi went on, “I wish she could be with us right now. Here in bed.”

I felt my heart race at the suggestion, and Abi could doubtless feel my breathing change.

I couldn’t help but agree, albeit timidly, with, “Yeah.”

Now Abi stepped it up a gear, and said, “First I would stroke her beautiful legs.” And with that, she started stroking my thighs through my pyjamas. My first instinct was to pull my leg away and ask her what she was doing. But something made me wait, and after a moment, I realised I was enjoying the sensation. Abi was in no rush, and carried on exploring the tops of my legs with her hand.

After a little while, this beautiful moment came to an end as she stopped stroking me. I looked at her with questioning innocence etched on my face, wondering why she had stopped at that moment. Had I done something wrong?

Abi looked back at me and asked, “Did you want me to carry on?”

I nodded as if I would do anything for her to resume, and she smiled her reassuring smile.

“Ok,” she cooed, “but let’s take these off so I can do it nicely.” And she tapped my pyjama bottoms.

I gave her the innocent question look for the second time, and she reached both hands down to tug at my garment. Slowly, I lifted my bum off the bed and helped her pull the bottoms down and off. She lobbed them across the room without looking at where they landed, and we both giggled uncontrollably at her action. I was so fucking excited!

Then Abi sat down beside me again and slowly, delicately placed her fingers back on my thighs. She was stroking me so lightly, as if with feathers, and my heart was pounding so hard, I could hear it!

Up and down my thighs she went, her fingers making every inch of me super sensitive as they passed. Each time, I felt like her hands were going further and further up my legs, and when she almost touched my panties, I felt my pussy tingle and get very warm.

Another few strokes up and down, and my hips were moving in and out, in a slow, rhythmic motion. The movement of my hips was contorting the outer folds of my pussy ever so slightly, and with this movement, I could feel the wetness start to emerge. The two halves of my quim were now separated by a film of my lube, and each movement of my hips made them slide, a fraction of an inch, against one another.

Abi must’ve noticed the effect, as she purred, “Mmm, that looks amazing.” And then added, “Oh I bet that tastes so good.”

Was she saying what I think she was saying? Either way, the words turned me on even more, and I felt more lube cascade down my virgin tunnel and dampen the white cotton panties I wore.

“Oh baby,” Abi said with astonishment, “we’re gonna have to take these off. They’re soaked!”

I nodded instantly, and at the same time, we both pulled my wet underwear off, revealing my pristine quim. I’d shaved it just that morning, the way Abi said was best, and she sure seemed to approve.

“That is such a beautiful pussy, Leslie. So beautiful.” And Abi moved her head down to my hips, kissing the sides of me. Gradually, her kisses moved inwards, towards my middle, until she was kissing my tummy. Such slow loving kisses, opening her mouth wide and licking me while her lips held that part of my skin.

Now she started kissing down my tummy, towards my crotch. My pussy was so wet now that I couldn’t tell if more juice was leaking out or if it was just what was there already. Down, down she went, until I felt her reach the top, pudgy mound of my most private area.

I started coming. I reached a hand down to curl my fingers into her dark brown bob, and my hips bucked up and down as I came.

“Oh, Oh. fuck!” I cried, pushing her head further down, “Oh God!” The orgasm kept coming and I wanted, more than anything in the world, for her to suck it all out of me.

“Hmmm,” she responded, with delight, “MmmMmmmMmmm” as I pushed her face harder and harder into my soaking wet snatch. I felt her tongue lash over my clit a few times, and then she sent it up my hole. The feeling of her tongue wriggling around inside me, brought my climax to another level, and I shuddered all over, as I coated her whole mouth with my cum.

Still, she continued to drink down my juice, licking it straight from the source, and still, I had more to give. I heard her gulp a few times, pull her face away momentarily to gasp in some air, and then return to the waterfall. This time, her tongue went straight back into my hole, and I fell in love with her.

At last, my orgasms abated, and I felt deep satisfaction at her eager tongue, still slurping up the rest of the lube from me. When she’d finished with my entrance, she hunted around for more, and found some more of the flavourful liquid around my clit. As her tongue touched me there, my mind exploded.

“AGH!” I yelped, and jolted my whole body away. Abi laughed, recognising the over-sensitivity of a clit directly after an electric orgasm like that one. Just for fun, she licked my red-hot clitty again, and I jumped again. Once more, Abi laughed and I laughed too.

Now, she lifted her head from my crotch and knelt up next to me, smiling down at me. Her face was still dripping with my sex juice, and I knelt up with her to kiss her passionately, tasting my own flavour as I did so. I tasted pretty good!

Eventually, we slumped back down on the bed together and fell asleep in each other’s arms.