"They Could Be Heroes" (closed)

At first Andrea had laughed and smiled with lacy when she continued to explain about kissing, but then before the youngster could really explore the new warmth and press satisfyingly into Lacy’s soft thigh, it was all over.

“But …” she began, disappointment clear on her face. Shrugging, she obediently rinsed herself with a rapid dip to her shoulders and then walked out of the water, the warm sunshine and whispering breeze already drying her exposed skin.

She looked at the scant undergarments that lacy had laid out, then turned round and round on the spot with arms extended to allow nature to complete the drying process, and enjoy the comments Lacy was again making about her body. It amused the girl greatly that Lacy didn't think she needed any clothes to look arousing.

"Those smalls really are small, aren't they?" and she giggled. She was having a lovely time with lacy. It was how she imagined having a sister might be, and she just wished Kiki could see her learning.
 
The colour rapidly spread up Andrea's chest to her throat and finally to her cheeks, as being naked apart from the gown clutched to her front, she was very aware of Kiki's scrutiny.

It was difficult to read the woman's beautiful face, and Andrea desperately wanted her approval and more. She wanted to know if Kiki liked the way the clothes 'looked good on her'.

Looking over to Lacy the young woman asked,

"I know we didn't like the second dress, and we haven't tried this one yet, but how did the first one look? It felt very tight; I never wore a corset before?"

She then looked from one woman to the other, not sure if she should try on the third outfit, which would necessarily mean revealing her naked body to Kiki, or hide herself away and not let Kiki see her until she was dressed.

The bathing had been such fun with Lacy, so relaxed even if it was stimulating, but it was quite different now. With Kiki present the girl felt her body making all those delicious feelings again, and she pressed her thighs together as if she needed the privy, dipping her eyes and raising them again over and over to keep glancing at the dark haired newcomer.

Andrea wondered if this was how she was supposed to feel when looking at Carlton, or even at Jacob Trundle, but thinking of them didn't have the same effect on her. She hoped Lacy would tell her what to.

The sounds of someone approaching had half terrified the young woman, and clutching the third gown she had looked for somewhere to hide from the intruder if lacy's gun didn't defend them. Once she realised that it was Kiki, Andrea had felt a confusing mix of relief and nervousness, and she was feeling that mixture still.

But feeling nervous and scared wasn't the way to win back all that they had lost. And it wasn't how Seth Kay approached problems. He dealt with them straight on, grabbing the runaway hores of fate by its bridle.

So taking a breath to steady herself, Andrea turned her bare back towards Kiki and lifted the third gown over her head to let it cascade down onto her. It wasn't done up, and she wore no undergarments to pull in her waist or push out her small bust, but it would give Kiki the idea of how she looked in a woman's dress, rather than a girl's. Turning to face the architect of their revenge, she started buttoning the front of the dress from the waist up, sucking in her tummy to get those first fastenings together.

"Well, its not on properly, but how do I look?" Again glancing from one woman to the other, hoping for approval but expecting honesty.
 
"Wow, I don't rightly know, Lacy?" Andrea thought for a moment beween putting the borrowed dress neatly folded on the rock, and padding naked to pick up her own clothes.

"I mean, there's so much to take in, get used to. Like maybe lettin' Jacob Tundle get his pleasure from me, knowin' what I need to do so he wants more, knowin' how to make his ding-a-ling go all hard and wavy in the air.

I seen stallions mount mares a'course, but the mares always seem scared to me, an' the stallion is all bug-eyed an' waving his ding-a-ling searching for the way inside the mare, all aggressive. It doesn't seem like much fun for the female of the species.

Are you tellin' me that's different with people? That a woman can actually enjoy couplin' with a man? But then you do it everyday, so you can't be all scared, you must kinda enjoy it a bit? At least some of the time?"

Still facing Lacy as she talked, Andrea had picked up her own underclothes but had made no move to put them on.

"Ya know, you may not believe this, but I was actually gonna ask you to teach me your job, like become your apprentice? Before I knew anything about all the history, before Kiki's rescue plan? An' here you're offering to tell me what its like, what it feels like, mebbe even show me how to do stuff?"
 
Lacy's hands were soft and gentle, and Andrea could see why so many men would pay good money to feel those hands loving them.

Letting her mentor spread the dress on the ground, Andrea surrendered herself completely, curious to learn. Although it felt very different from when Kiki was looking at her, it also felt very similar, which didn't make sense but it just was.

"Um, Lacy, is it ok if I ask questions?" although she paused to sit with her knees raised and her arms loosely wrapped round them, the youngster wasn't really waiting for an answer and ploughed on, "I er, got some funny but nice feelin's when we were bathing, and again when Kiki surprised us and I wasn't dressed. But just now, with you promisin' me more nice feelin's they're coming back. Is that the kind of thing you're talkin' about? Sort of deep in ma tummy here," and she pressed her hand against her own belly just above the bone. "And I kinda feel a bit like when I need the privy 'cept I don't? But its not the same as that? I dunno, I guess I'm not makin' sense?"
 
'Eat, sleep and breed?' Andrea thought about that for a moment as she lay naked on her back, warmed by the early sunshine. Well, the first two were essential to life, everyone knew that. And no life gets passed on without the third, so yeah, it made sense.

But fuckin? It was a word that was kinda new to her. Sure, she’d heard some of the rougher Store customers say it when they thought she wasn’t around, and hearing it in their conversations she’d worked out what it meant. But she’d never used the word, or heard it used in proper conversation. Until now.

Andrea could feel the flesh of her belly flutter under the gentle caresses of Lacy’s fingers. The way they circled her belly button and drew her attention down to her front hair and then back up, all to the sound of Lacy's naughty but oh-so-exciting talk about breeding, about ‘fuckin‘, woke things inside the girl even more than the nude bathing had, and more intensely than being caught naked by the beautiful Kiki.

And then lacy’s fingers were working a magic on Andrea’s nipple and it was delicious all the way from her breasts to between her legs.

"Would you like me to teach you what it feels like to feel like a real, a whole woman?"

There really was only one answer to that.

“Oh yes, Lacy, please? I wanna know what it feels like, I wanna learn fuckin. Learn how to do fuckin without being ‘labelled’ a whore, even if I’ll be one for you. But can a woman be fuckin another? Do we need a man’s ding-a-ling? And I’m getting’ all these wonderful feelin’s inside from you touching me and telling’ me things, and ma nipple’s are itchy and I feel I want the privy again ‘cept I know I don’t, and I want Kiki to see me, to see us, to see how I’m learnin’,” and here Andrea took hold of lacy’s hand, “and I wanna suck on your fingers but not stop you touchin’ me cos your fingers feel so wonderful on me an’ I’m guessin’ what I’m sayin’ makes sense to you even if it don’t rightly with me?” Taking the tip of lacy’s first finger between her soft lips, Andrea sucked gently and stroked the tip with her relaxed tongue letting out a satisfied sigh through her nose.
 
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