(continued from Kensington Ghost)
Peter's returns to Wendy's room in Kensington, became more frequent over the following weeks and the effects on him became steadily more noticeable. Gone were his boyish face and slim, neat body; he had wisp's of hair growing on his face, and he was steadily growing taller and more muscular.
His voice, no longer shrill and juvenile, became a deep mellow tenor. Wendy had to stand on tip-toe to kiss his cheek as they parted, and he did not blush now, he looked forward to this closeness. Weeks became months, Wendy's birthday came and went (she received a conch shell from Peter) and the day came when she realized that she had a grown man visiting her bedroom.
It seemed to catch them both out at the same time. As Wendy made to kiss him good-bye, Peter turned just enough to kiss her mouth! They froze, then kissed again, this time purposefully, passionately, and positively. As he left Wendy felt her body glow with a heat she had never known before.
She felt a dull ache in the pit of her stomach, that seemed to flow to between her thighs. Placing both her hands just below her ribs, she smoothed them both down her until she almost reached her private place. She repeated this several times but the feeling seemed to get stronger.
Getting into bed the material of her nightgown pulled against her taught body. These breasts that had grown with her sensuality, seemed to be unendurably sensitive, and their nipples unexplainably hard. Touching them felt both pleasurable and agonizing, but also so irresistible!
A hand, with a will of its own, seemed drawn to her womanhood, caressing herself as it wandered to its goal. Pressing her fingers there made her cry out loud! The sensations that coursed through her, found every nerve, turned her young body into a garden of delights, and her mind into a maelstrom of pleasure!
Like the tide washing over her, she received, and was engulfed by, these new pleasures. As her hands worked their magic, so her mind and body demanded more and more, until she was finally satiated and exhausted. In this state she drifted off to new sleep, the sustaining sleep of a satisfied woman, a woman dreaming vivid and passionate dreams!
She also wondered what Peter had been feeling after he departed, hoping their thoughts and feelings had been similar. Wendy need not have worried, they were. He also had a place of pleasure, he went straight to the loft, and his hand went straight there! His mind consumed by her beauty, he stroked himself where he stood until his head spun, his body convulsed, and his seed was scattered.
That kiss had changed everything for them both, but neither knew what was altered, or by how much. A puzzled Peter stayed away for the next few days, concerned that he could have offended Wendy. She, on the other hand was afraid that Peter had left her, and might never return!
When his sheepish face did finally appear at Wendy's window he had quite a surprise. At first all he could hear was his name being called, then he saw Wendy was already in bed, eyes closed. He also saw, because of the movement under the covers, that her hand was steadily moving between her thighs.
From his vantage point at the window, he watched fascinated as she moaned and writhed in her pleasure. When he heard her call his name he knew she was experiencing similar feelings to those that had caused him to cry out her name in his ecstasy!
Suddenly Wendy threw off the bed covers, revealing her nakedness. She was not just rubbing, as Peter had done, but actually had two fingers inside herself, thrusting feverishly.
"Yes Peter, yes!" She gasped, over and over, "Peter my sweet love, I am yours!"
Edging closer, not quite believing his own ears, Peter began pressing his hand against the bulge in his pants, conjured by the vision before him. In ecstasy, Wendy fell silent for a moment and convulsed her body against her hand. At that very moment Peter kissed her so that her body froze, and her eyes snapped wide open!
Horrified beyond embarrassment, Wendy made to draw the covers back, to hide her body and her shame. Peter kissed her again, he hoped it was reassuring and he did not want her covered up, hidden from his sight.
"I do that too." His voice was calm and positive. "I think of you, and how you make me feel and I lose control."
"But it's a bad thing to do I am sure. It feels nice, but wrong."
"What if I do it for you?" Suggested Peter, "Then you will be doing nothing but enjoying yourself."
"Are you sure that will be all right? I don't think we should be doing anything at all." She sounded less than positive, "Especially not to each other."
"I think it's a really wonderful idea." Peter began removing his clothes.
"What do you mean?" Wendy's feelings were divided between her incomplete satisfaction, and her doubts about her ability to control Peter, or herself, if the need to arose. The proof of this was his naked body joining hers, and his arms drawing them inexorably together. Their ignorance of each other's anatomy was almost total, but their fear was as minimal as their trust was complete.
They kissed, and with their bodies enmeshed together, they kissed some more, and passionately! Wendy could feel his rigid hardness pushing itself against her stomach; Peter was aware of how moist and warm the place she had been touching was, as she gently but rhythmically pressed herself against his thigh.
Wendy drew her hand sensually over his back, his shoulder and finally placed it against his face. They broke from their kiss and gazed into each other's eyes, her thumb brushing casually over his moistened lips. Peters whole body stiffened and his head reeled as he sensed and tasted the residue of her sex.
Its tart sweetness and muskiness drew him, almost had him hypnotized. Drawing apart slightly he ran his hand inquisitively down her body, stopping just short of the tufted mound that so drew his attention. He hesitated, unsure if he could or not.
"Be very gentle when you touch me there sweet Peter." Wendy's eyes were pleading with him to go further, to satisfy the needs that had been so close to completion, but just beyond her reach. An involuntary spasm tightened her muscles, clenching the cheeks of her arse, pushing her hips forward suppliantly.
Peter's hand moved on, and his finger tips brushed the coarse hair that both guarded and marked the destination of his desire. Fascinated by its texture, darker in color but lighter to the touch than his own, he continued to play the tips of his fingers over her mound for some minutes. Wendy was almost in tears, so all consuming was her frustration.
Finally he relented and allowed his hand to move slowly to where her needs were centered. Finding a small but ridged point in the midst of her moist softness he carefully pressed it with one finger tip, Wendy went off like she had been electrocuted! Peter, thinking he had done something wrong, withdrew his hand to his mouth in fear, tasting her sex yet again.
"Its all right, I like it, touch me again, just like that, you are wonderful my darling." Wendy was reassuring him in her desperation, almost insisting.
Intrigued, and fascinated by his senses, Peter bent closer to her, and with the lightest of kisses made his way instinctively down her body to her hidden treasure. With Wendy's voice whispering encouragement, "Oh yes, please touch me, kiss me, bring back the feeling, please . . ." Closer and closer he moved, and as he did her heady perfume invaded his whole being.
Inexorably drawn to her glistening lips, unable to resist, and with the very tip of his tongue he tasted her, and in that moment he knew he had tasted heaven. As he moved his tongue between her lips, Wendy also knew she was bound for paradise, flying beyond anything her mind had ever experienced, never ever wanting to land.
Her convulsing body pressed itself against him, forcing his mouth onto her. Finding the tiny hard place he had touched before, he licked at it repeatedly sending Wendy into repeated paroxysms of ecstasy, her cries of passion filling the room!
Finally these waves of pleasure subsided, Wendy reached for Peter and drew him to her, folding him in her arms, squeezing him, body and soul, to her. This closeness felt as precious as anything she had ever felt, and she would have been happy for it to continue forever.
As they pressed together she was aware of something large, and very hard between them. Having experienced so much pleasure herself Wendy desired to share it with her young lover.
"What do we do with this?" She asked, wrapping her tiny hand round it. Peter flinched, his body jerking involuntarily from the intimate contact. It took a few moments to be able to speak, such was the effect of her gentle but firm touch.
"I just do this." He gently took her arm and indicated how he had been stroking himself.
"Like this?" She asked slowly and carefully continuing the movement.
"Yes that's it, but a bit more . . ." Feeling she might break something Wendy carefully, but rhythmically stroked as indicated. She marveled at the expressions crossing his face, and wondered if she had looked as contorted in the throws of her own pleasure. Wondering what would happen to her Peter, she continued with a surge of pleasing power running through her.
What she had not expected was the eruption of milky fluids that followed her efforts. Nor the fact that it splattered them both quite so widely, and the cry of passion and pleasure emanating from her secret lover. Once again they clung to each other united by passion, and pleasure.
In this state Wendy drew the covers over them both, and holding on to their future together they drifted into the contented sleep of satisfied lovers.
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