Fantasy Musings

Every since they were very little girls, Kirsten and Keisha were inseparable. Kirsten, my daughter, was blonde-haired and blue-eyed and cute as the day is long. And now, in her teens, I was well-aware that she was every guy’s wet dream. She was a cheerleader, and active in many school and social activities.

Keisha was our next-door neighbor. She was African-American, with a beautiful milk-chocolatey complexion and a truly beautiful face. We’re talking full-on fashion model beautiful. Only one problem: She was painfully shy. No one really knew why that was. Maybe she’d grow out of it someday. Maybe not.

When they were very young, the girls would be over at each other’s house almost every weekend for sleepovers. They had so much fun…never really fought. I think, mostly, they were just so different, that they were really entertained by each other, and just didn’t need to fight. When Keisha was over at our house for a sleepover, Kirsten and I would continue our nightly ritual before bedtime. I’d lay down beside her and pretend to fall asleep. And then I’d start playing finger games with her…two or three of my fingers would pop up and be like a little animated character. No words were spoken, but I found a way to communicate with her. And there was lots of nose-stealing and tickling and leg and bottom pinching…that kind of stuff. And when Keisha was there, she played along and had a lot of fun.

That was quite a few years ago. Both girls were well into their teens now. Both had blossomed physically. I couldn’t even look at how well my daughter had turned out. But I know that, if I was her age…well, never mind. And, Keisha was just amazing as well. Not only incredibly beautiful…but built. Curvy, but athletic. She still had that perfect complexion as well. They made quite a pair.

My wife and Kirsten had gone out of town for the weekend. They had travelled some 500 miles away to a family reunion. I would have gone, but there was a work party being thrown for an important client, and my attendance was mandatory. We had a 9-month-old baby now, and rather than tie the girls down with responsibility for him, we hired Keisha to come over and watch him while I was out for the night. I told her that I’d probably be late, and that if it did turn out to be late, I’d probably just have her sleep over so she didn’t wake her family up at 4 in the morning or whatever. She and her parents agreed that would be fine.

I got home about 2:30, and Keisha was passed out on the sofa. I decided not to send her home, so I sat down beside her on the couch and shook her shoulder gently and said, "It’s really late. You can sleep here, and you can just head home in the morning." She smiled weakly and I kissed her on the forehead and headed up to bed. I think she was back asleep before I made it out of the room.

I checked in on the baby, then headed for my room…where I dropped my pants and shirt, and climbed into bed wearing just an undershirt and boxers. It wasn’t 10 minutes before I was sawing logs myself. At about 4am, a storm front rolled in…and though I loved thunder, and probably would have slept through it nearly undisturbed…Keisha wasn’t so lucky. Storms scared her…and apparently a transformer was struck in the area, because the house fell quite dark.

About a minute later, Keisha was bending over me, saying: "Mr. C…I’m really scared and the power is out. Can I lay down beside you?"

I nodded groggily, and lifted the covers for her. She slipped out of her jeans and slid in beside me. I was on my side facing her, but the warmth of her body sliding up next to me, with her backside facing me, served to rouse me from my sleep a bit. I slid my arm down around her neck so she could lay on it for support, and wrapped my right arm around her waist. It was then that I noticed how much she was trembling. I hugged her a bit closer to me.

"It’s OK, sweetheart. Everything will be fine. It’s just a little storm."

She didn’t answer…bur she was quiet. However, her trembling continued, and her breathing seemed a little labored. I felt bad for her…and then a thought popped into my head.

I made sounds like I was sleeping. My eyes were closed, my breathing was steady and slow…even with a slight trace of a snore. But then, a couple of my fingers came alive, moving slowly up toward her face. I heard her giggle softly, and she took my hand in hers and kissed my fingers on the tips (like she and Kirsten often did as little girls). I nabbed her nose, tugged on her ear lobes, tickled her gently and pinched her legs and bottom a bit. She took my hand in her hands again and kissed my fingers once more. But this time, she didn’t let go.

What happened next surprised me a great deal. I can only assume that she had dreamed of playing like this as she was growing up. And while big girls are still little girls in some way, I suppose…they also learn some other things as they grow up. My guess is that she had imagined being in this situation in a dream or fantasy. And I suppose that she decided that she wouldn’t let the opportunity get away this time.

She moved my hand back to her mouth and kissed the tips of my fingers again…and then licked the tips of my fingers as well. It tickled just a bit…but I still didn’t react. I didn’t want to ruin her moment. After all, it’s much easier to have fun when things stay simple. So I kept myself removed from the equation. She went from licking my fingers to sucking them into her mouth. She slipped her warm, wet little tongue between and around my fingers. It was pretty erotic for me, I must say.

It was at this point that the game really began to change for me. She slipped my wet fingers out of her mouth and slid my hand up under her shirt…sliding my fingers inside the cup of her bra…and then began teasing her nipples with my two fingers. Her nipples quickly stiffened…and she slid them between my fingers…tugging, pinching, twisting them…and cupping my entire hand in her hand, as she cupped her own full breasts in my hand.

This was heaven for me…but I dared not react, lest I give her a reason to stop. After a few minutes, she slipped my hand back out and up to her mouth again…where she sucked on my fingers once more, until they were good and moist. She then slid them south…under the elastic band of her panties…and began making little circles around her clit. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed, rather than shaved…she was indescribably warm down there already.

I let her do all the work at first…but then began to assist. I think I knew better what she would enjoy than she did…and she didn’t fight my help. I used my fingers to trace slowly up and down her little slit…then further down, to slide inside her and work as deep as that angle would permit me. After awhile, her hands let go completely and just rested in the general area.

After about 5 more minutes of slow work, she was on the brink of orgasm. Her breathing was deep and ragged. I went back to work on her little clit. Back and forth, up and down…until she finally exploded. She did all she could to muffle the noise, but I missed none of it. I’m not sure I’ve ever heard a much sweeter sound.

After she regained her breath and her wits, she could feel my rock-hard cock pushing against her butt thru my boxers and her panties. It had been rock-hard for a long time…but she had been otherwise occupied and must be excused from the burden of earlier acknowledgement. She rolled over on her back and slid her hand slowly and gently over the big lump in my boxers. I think she still believed that I was asleep.

It didn’t take her long to find the hole in the front of the boxers. She gently slipped her hand inside, and gently tugged my stiff cock out until I sprang free of its bondage. She turned toward me and bent down until she was close to it…licking the tip and then slowly sucking it inside her mouth. I don’t know if she’d had any experience previously…but I was so hard that I didn’t really feel inclined to rate her performance. Just as I was about to shoot, she pulled it out of her mouth and shot on my belly…slowly rubbing it in.

She turned away from me again and slid herself up against my chest…and within a few minutes, we had both fallen asleep.