The following is an extract from “The Mirror” from Episode 1 of the Kitty Cooper Diaries. Out now on Amazon. You can get your copy of the novella here.
I sat on the side of my bed. We were facing each other in the candlelight. I took a small nob of the ointment, just as I had watched Lilly do. Pulling out my breasts, I began to rub the ointment into my own nipples and breathed deeply at the sensation. It reminded me of dear John and how he had suckled at me with such urgency. Just the thought of John made me rub all the harder at my nipples.
“Slow down girl,” laughed Lilly, unpinning her hair as she watched me rubbing hard at my nipples. Her thick, black hair fell straight down over her shoulders and I was disappointed that it covered her breasts. Lilly stood up and came over to my bed and began to slowly unpin my hair which I had left pinned up in my tiredness. As she unpinned my hair, her breasts brushed past my face. I could hardly breathe as her warm, hard nipples brushed past my lips. She looked down at me.
“Let me show you how I do it,” she whispered and sitting beside me on the bed, she began to delicately rub the ointment into her breasts right there beside me. “I like to massage myself too. Like this.” I watched as she cupped both her breasts with her hands and pushed the flesh of her small breasts in towards her heart. Her nipples just about touched and I felt a wetness coming down between my thighs.
I confess that I have never before been so close to such a lovely creature. Her face has a brooding darkness that I have seen in gypsy girls before. Her eyes are the darkest brown. I got juicy just looking on her pretty face, especially her lips which were parted slightly as she purred demurely at the sensations of kneading her own breasts.
“Try it,” she said. “It’s so nice!”
So, I tried it too. I held my nipples between my thumb and forefinger and held on tightly to them. The rest of my hands slowly and rhythmically pushed my breasts round in a circular movement, meeting at the nipple over my heart and then out towards my armpits. As we did this at the same time, Lilly began to hum a soft sweet song and then sing the dirty words to accompany it. I could not help but blush. When she saw my blushing, Lilly leaned her head back and laughed. “Dear little Kitty, Miss H told me that you were a virgin but I did not think that you could get so embarrassed at a few dirty words. It’s nice though Kitty isn’t it?”
I could barely speak for I wished to moan aloud with the soft feel of my own hands touching my bare breasts, the candlelight and Lilly’s own darker nipples so close to mine.
“There now. They’ll be nice and soft for tomorrow now. Just how we like them!” Lilly gave me a wink and, to my disappointment, covered up her breasts, climbed back into her own bed and blew out the candle. I cannot say how long I laid there in the dark. I can say that the thought of what I had just seen made me ache for the solitude of the hay bales so that I could rub myself to a noisy climax. Instead, I had to satisfy myself on that first night with a quiet still rubbing, careful not to make the bed squeak for fear that Lilly might hear me.~
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