Lola: My First Time Shattering Innocence
Lola’s house. Her roommate’s bedroom. Overflowing with costumes, fabrics, magic. That night, the place was ours alone. We’d stuffed ourselves on ice cream, watched shitty movies we ignored. Zapping channels, we landed on RTL9’s late-night erotic flick. Nuns in a convent, craving each other. Then a young stable boy joins. Not great porn, but it lit us up. Bodies buzzing. Wanting touch. Not admitting it yet.
Lola. Two syllables that hit right. A year younger, but not really. Brunette waves, even in rain. Cat-green eyes with gold flecks, dark lashes like permanent liner. Taller than me by inches. Slim, muscled, almost skinny. Small tits – perfect for my hand. Cute ass, firm, smooth. Not my usual busty blonde type. But fuck, she got me.
The Approach
Our friend group? No exclusivity. We share, swap, play, explore. AurĂ©lie hotter maybe – those perfect round tits, fierce vibe. But tonight, Lola’s place. Dressed up from the stylist’s stash. Me: tight black dress, heels, hair in a bun, fuchsia lipstick. Secretary vibe, ready to direct. Her: frilly white-silver gown, too loose on her frame. Wild mane, feather boa, silver eyeshadow, glitter gloss. Young, tacky makeup. We admired in the mirror. Hearts pounding. Film forgotten. Bodies aching.
She grabs shades, owns it. ‘Hello, Doctor. Annual check-up.’ Star role for her. Doctor for me. Childhood game twisted. Fine by me. She sits on the stool, coughs. Hand on her back. Skin so soft. Caresses linger. Cough again. Hand slips front, shoulder strap falls. No big deal. Exam goes on. Bump a perky little tit. ‘Cough, Miss, while I tweak your nipple. Don’t move.’ It hardens. Coughs fake. Chest to chest. Tongue on neck, ear. Other hand on other tit. She arches. Pinch harder. Soft moan escapes.
‘Miss! Not serious! To the desk chair now!’ She rises. Flushed cheeks, parted lips. Makeup smeared – goddess look. One tit out, dark stiff nipple. Did I mean to drop the other strap? Top falls. She acts shocked. Star, remember? ‘But yes, Miss. I strip you how I want. Off with the dress. Keep the silver heels – they suit you. Sit!’ She rebels, tests me. ‘Sit, Lola, or pay.’ Grabs arms, forces her down. Roommate’s scarves: wrists bound. Eyes blindfolded. Less happy now. But smirking.
Step back. Stare. Fucking stunning. Tied, blind, wild still. AurĂ©lie forgotten. Just her. Tonight, I’ll break her.
Hunt props. Metal pearl necklace. Feather boa. Cookies, Coke tray. Dip necklace in Coke – ice cold. Pluck feathers. Kiss lips, neck, nipple. Silence. Feather on shoulder. Shiver. Glide arms, face, lips. Tickles foot. Nervous giggle. ‘Laugh, beautiful Lola.’ More feathers: calves, knees. ‘Spread thighs, Miss. For the exam.’ Between legs. She’s soaked.
The Instant
Feathers out. Hands trace calves, thighs. Lean in. Suck tit, bite. Nails dig. Wild one’s me now. Alternate tits. Hands tease forbidden edge. Too good. Calm. Ice cubes from Coke. One per tit, navel, lips. Tongue swirls ice. Wish I had a cock for her mouth. First envy. Finger instead. She’s docile now.
Necklace out, freezing. Lick Coke remnants. Kneel. Legs spread, pussy glistening. Spot on chair – tomorrow’s problem. Part lips. First pearl presses entrance. Jolt. Slides in. One by one. Her cunt sucks them. Gorgeous. Moans build. Last bit dangles. Kiss knees, thighs, pubis. Tongue dives. Find clit. Worship. Trembles. Cries. Tug necklace. Pearls pop out. Tongue relentless. Spasms. She cums hard.
I win. Untied, she’s limp doll. On bed, tender kisses. I’m throbbing. But moment’s sweet. She flips it. Thigh grinds my pussy. Presses build. Minute max. I explode.
Two ragdolls sleep entwined. Morning? Just pals. Like nothing happened.
Lola. Sparked my kinky tastes. Best memory. Innocence cracked wide.
