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                                  First/tommy01
                                    Black Knight
                         Adventures with (and without) Tommy
                                            Installment 1:  Overnight Guests
                      Tommy, my best friend since first grade, lived half a block away,
                 and  we  went  to the same school.   We were six when we  met  and  we
                 developed our similar interests simply be being best friends.   I  was
                 an  only  child until I reached twelve and my baby  sister  was  born;
                     Tommy had a sister, Jane, who was two years older than we were.
                      Since  I was an only child,  my parents encouraged me to spend  a
                 lot of time with Tommy.   I was a frequent guest in Tommy's home,  and
                 he was a frequent guest in mine.  At my house, we would trade baseball
                 cards,   play records,  watch horror movies.   At his house,  we would
                 trade   baseball   cards,    play  records,   watch   horror   movies.
                   Occasionally, we would sleep over at each other's home on weekends.
                      Well,   late one August,  about the time we were eleven,  I   was
                 staying  at  Tommy's  for the weekend.   I  came  over  early  in  the
                 afternoon,  and we played outside until dinner.   At the dinner table,
                 we exchanged the usual brother/sister insults with Jane and her friend
                 Sara, much to the chagrin of Tommy's parents.  After a healthy desert,
                               Tommy practically dragged me up the stairs.
                     We had been upstairs for about an hour,  watching a baseball  game
                 on Tommy's little black and white TV,  when we heard Jane's door slam.
                 Tommy's  eyes lit up,  and he turned to me with a finger at his  lips.
                 He  started taking off his shoes,  and motioned to me do to the  same,
                 then  he turned the game's volume a little louder.   After locking his
                 bedroom door,  he motioned me to his closet and shooed us both inside.
                 "What's  going on,"  I  whispered,  to which he replied "SHHH!  You'll
                 see."  He pulled me to the darker part of the closet, and suddenly,  I
                 felt some sort of stair.  Almost inaudibly, Tommy whispered "Step Up."
                 We  went  up two step to a sort of platform,  and there was a hint  of
                 light from somewhere.   Once we were up on the platform,  Tommy seemed
                 to pull something away from the wall,  and the light brightened.    It
                 seemed  to be coming from cracks in the wall,  very small cracks,  but
                 large enough to see through if you stepped close enough.  Tommy put an
                                  eye to a crack, and I followed suit.
                     And my little eleven year old heart stopped.  We were looking into
                 Jane's room,  and she and Sara were getting undressed.   Sara and Jane
                 were both just fourteen,  and while we had often taunted them with the
                 usual boyish insults about ugliness,  they were both very cute  girls.
                 Sara was just five feet tall,  with light brown shoulder length  hair.
                 She had a small, pug nose and attractively set grey eyes.  Jane was an
                 inch taller,  not as thin,  and had blond hair,  also shoulder length.
                        She had a straight, patrician nose, and large blue eyes.
                      We  had  arrived  just as they were preparing for  their  evening
                 slumber party,  and they were just kicking off their shoes and pulling
                 off their socks.   There were two robes laying on the bed,  and Sara's
                 small suitcase sat open on Jane's dresser.   Sara was very  fastidious
                 and carefully rolled up her socks and placed them in her sneakers.  My
                 heart  jumped when I heard a closet door open and heard the  thump  of
                 Jane's sneakers landing on the floor of her closet, directly adjoining
                 Tommy's.  But my eyes were glued on Sara, who had removed her T-shirt,
                 revealing her small but visible breasts.  It was my first view of real
                 female flesh.  And while you may not think it much,  to my eleven year
                 old eyes,  Sara's small,  nicely rounded tits with their equally small
                 rose-colored  nipples,  might as well have been the heaving  bosom  of
                                              Sophia Loren.
                     As Sara folded up her T-shirt into her suitcase,  Jane crossed the
                 room,  heading for the dresser,  pulling her T-shirt off over her head
                 as she walked.  "When are you going to start wearing a bra?" she asked
                 Sara,   who had evidentally dealt with this subject before.   "When  I
                 need one as much as you do,"  she replied.  Jane had now tossed her T-
                 shirt  onto  the dresser top,  and was slithering out of  her  shorts.
                 Sara removed her shorts,  again folding them neatly into her case.  As
                 Sara reached for her robe, Jane stood at the dresser,  reaching around
                 herself to unclasp her bra.   "Damn, it's stuck!"   Sara reached over,
                 the robe still not closed over her almost naked body,  and Jane turned
                 around. Sara undid the clasp, which was indeed stuck,  so that it took
                 several seconds before it came off, and there were Jane's tits, larger
                 and  pointier than her friends,  with larger,  darker nipples.    Jane
                 wriggled  out of the bra,  causing her tits to quiver,  and she tossed
                 the  bra onto the dresser.   Then they wrapped themselves up in robes,
                         still in their panties, and went giggling out the door.
                     All of this took about three minutes, maybe two,  but my heart was
                 thumping furiously.   Tommy seemed a bit more composed than I was, but
                 not much.  We heard them tramping through the hall on their way to the
                 bathroom.   "to the game?" I asked.  "We could," Tommy whispered,
                 a  little  louder than before,  "but they'll be back."   While  I  was
                    afraid of getting caught, my curiosity was stronger than my fear.
                     So we sat on the floor of the closet,  our legs out the open door,
                 while  Tommy  told  me how he'd happened upon the  spyhole.    In  the
                 backround,  we heard the sound of the shower running.   Tommy had been
                 in the closet when the light in his bedroom lamp suddenly burned  out.
                 He  saw light from high in the closet.   "It didn;t take  Einstein  to
                 realize that was Jane's bedroom, " he explained, "But I couldn't reach
                 it.  So I built the platform."  Suddenly, it clicked, and I exclaimed,
                 "That's  the  toy box we built!"   Tommy nodded.   I   had  to  laugh,
                 thinking  of how industrious we'd been,  building the toy box so  that
                 Tommy's room would be neat when we went off to summer camp.   Boy,  if
                                    Tommy's parents had realized ...
                     Tommy  said  he had used the box only twice before,  and had  seen
                 Jane totally naked once.   "But she just got right into her nightgown,
                 so  it  wasn't much to see."   But he had known Sara was  coming  over
                 tonight,  so he'd invited me over.  I was appreciative already,  but I
                 didn't realize there was more to come.   We heard the shower shut off,
                               and Tommy motioned me back into the closet.
                      We had to stand about five minutes, which gave me a chance to see
                 the layout of the room.   The cracks we were looking through were just
                 over  six  feet from the floor,  which gave us a fairly  high  vantage
                 point.    Jane's bed was on the far wall,  and it had a very  feminine
                 white  headboard.    On the wall by the window was a bookcase  with  a
                 stereo and records.  Under the window was a dresser, and in the corner
                 to  our  immediatte right was a corner bookshelf sitting on  a  corner
                 chest of drawers, and immediattely below us was Jane's desk, which had
                 a  large  mirror  hanging over it.  (In fact,  Tommy warned me  to  be
                                careful of the nail from which it hung.)
                     In they came,  Jane and Sara,  locking the door behind them.   Now
                 they  were no longer wearing robes,  but were wrapped  in  bathtowels.
                 Thier hair,  too, was wrapped in toweling.  "Now comes the good part,"
                 Tommy  whispered  directly  in my ear.   "Ok,  Sara,   its  your  turn
                 tonight,"  Jane said,  and from a jewelry box,  she took a black  felt
                 choker  and placed it around Sara's neck.   They didn't say much  more
                 about  what  this meant,  so I guess they had been thru  this  before.
                 Sara  did a polite curtsy in front of Jane,  and then stood up.   Jane
                 made  a gesture to Sara,  and Sara rather demurely undid her own towel
                 and draped it about her shoulders.   Except for the choker,  Sara  was
                 naked,  her small patch of light brown pubic hair just barely blurring
                 the view of her cleft.   At this,  I  felt a stiffening low down in my
                                        abdomen.  Totally naked.
                     Meanwhile,  Jane sat down at the vanity, and Sara came forward and
                 began  drying  Jane's hair,  frequently using her body towel  for  the
                 purpose.  This made her small tits quiver.   Jane was trying very hard
                 to play the stern taskmaster,  "ordering" Sara about,  telling her how
                 to comb her hair.  I  noticed both of them suppressing a smile,  as if
                 they  couldn't really take the game seriously.    When Jane's hair was
                 dry and well combed, she rose, and stood beside the bed.   Sara picked
                 up  Jane's  powder puff and came to the bed.   At Jane's order,   Sara
                 undid Jane's towel,  and spread it on the bed.   Jane lay face down on
                 the  towel,  her nicely rounded rump gloriously facing us.   With  her
                     legs spread just a bit, we got a fleeting glimpse of her twat.
                     Sara  proceeded to powder Jane's back,  arms,  legs and rump.   We
                 could  see  Jane smiling as Sara spread the powder with the  puff  and
                 proceeded  to spread it with her hands.   Then Jane turned over,   and
                 Sara  began  powdering  Jane's torso.   Beginning  with  Jane's  right
                 shoulder,  Sara used the puff to deposit powder along Jane's arm, then
                 down her side,  all the way down to her toes.   Jane had her feet held
                 together,  and all we could see (though it was enough!)  of her  sweet
                 vagina was the soft mound of golden hair .

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..  so light and golden that
                 it  almost  looked like glowing skin.   Sara continued to  spread  the
                 powder,  up Jane's left side,  again up to her Jane's shoulder and out
                 the  arm.    Then with a quick series of puffs,  she spread powder  on
                                         Jane's chest and belly.
                     Sara  was  kneeling beside Jane's right arm as  she  proceeded  to
                 caress  the powder into Jane's skin.   She began with the hands,  very
                 carefully  working  the powder between Jane's fingers.   Up the  arms,
                 across  Jane's shoulders,  then down the left arm.   As she  carressed
                 Jane's left hand, her tits just barely made contact with Jane's belly,
                 which apparantly had some pleasureable affect on Jane,  for she smiled
                                        broadly, her eyes closed.
                     Sara moved back up to the armpit, down Jane's left side, along the
                 outside and then up the inside of Jane's left leg.  As if in response,
                 Jane  opened her legs slightly.  Although there was light from  above,
                 Sara was blocking lamplight from Jane's desk,  and we were afforded us
                 a  slightly shadowy view of Jane's cleft.   Sara proceeded down Jane's
                 right  leg  and then up Jane's right side.   "Will there  be  anything
                 else, Madame Jane?" Sara asked.  Jane responded, "You have not done my
                 chest and belly, Sara. Please do, and do be more attentive next time."
                 So Sara proceeded to rub the powder into Jane's breasts,   which  made
                 that tightness in my belly even tighter.   For, of course, I wanted to
                 be the one rubbing Jane's pointy,  quivering tits.  And, of course,  I
                     had no idea that girls did that to girls, no, no way, not ever!
                      "Now my belly, please," Jane said, trying to sound officious, but
                 it  was  evident that she was enjoying her friend's  caresses.    Sara
                 dutifully  began  making  slow,  circular movements over  Jane's  flat
                 belly,   movements  which could only be called  enticing.    Jane  was
                 beginning  to squirm as Sara's hands drifted idly over her pubic hair,
                 and she spread her legs a bit, then a bit more.   Sara didn't even ask
                 what was expected of her, she simply began continued rubbing the hairy
                 down  lightly,   occasionally extending a finger down  towards  Jane's
                                                 cleft.
                      And  then Jane did what I guess Tommy and I had been hoping she'd
                 do  ...  she opened her legs wide,  very wide,  her knees several feet
                 apart.   We could see her outer lips part and a hint of the pink inner
                 lips  appeared.  They looked moist and shiny.  As Sara let her powder-
                 covered  finger explore Jane's cunt,  Jane began to squirm in earnest.
                 She  had  a  pained look on her face,  but with the hint  of  a  smile
                 beneath  the pain.   Sara did nothing more than run her finger up  and
                 down  along Jane's pink cleft,  not even touching Jane with her  other
                 hand,  as if it would have violated some rule they had made up between
                 them.    But it was obvious,  (looking back on the incident with  some
                 more experience of my own,)  that Sara was enjoying making Jane squirm
                                 as much as Jane was enjoying squirming.
                      Suddenly,  after Sara had been carressing Jane's cleft for  about
                 five minutes or so,  Jane gasped, and began to convulse mildly.  After
                 five  or six spasms,  she lay back,  smiling,  and both girls giggled.
                 "Did you?"  asked Sara,  and Jane answered back, "Oh, yes,  oh,  yes."
                 Much  to our delight,  Jane had been laying there with her legs  open,
                 her  cunt glistening with her own come juices.   Soon,  much too soon,
                 she regained her composure, Jane stood up, and resumed her regal pose.
                 She seemed just a mite week in the knees as she stood, but she sounded
                 officious as she said,  "Sara, you may dress me now."  Sara,  resuming
                 her  own  servant's role,  retrieved Jane's nightie from the  dresser,
                 along with a matching pair of panties.   She kneeled down and let Jane
                 step into the panties, then pulled them up Jane's legs.  Then she held
                                the gown while Jane put her arms into it.
                      Sara did a curtsy,  and seemed very small as she did,  the effect
                 of being naked before her fully clothed friend.   I  had assumed  that
                 they  might now switch roles,  but I was wrong.   As I found out  much
                 later on,  they had been playing mistress/servant for a long time, and
                 the  roles  had  become  so well developed that  each  girl  got  full
                 attention without stepping out of character.   Sara gathered up Jane's
                 clothes,   began folding them and putting them neatly on the  dresser,
                 then  did the same for the four wet towels.   Her hair was still damp,
                 and  she  made no move to get dressed.   Jane watched as if  she  were
                 judging every move.   When Sara was finished folding,  she asked "Will
                                     there be anything else, madam?"
                      "Yes, Sara.  Please feel free to dry your hair."  Sara sat at the
                 vanity  and began using the hair dryer.   Jane came up from behind and
                 simply  picked up the comb and began fiddling with Sara's hair.   "My,
                 my, Sara, you have such pretty hair, I simply must try to do something
                 exceptional with it."  She continued combing Sara's hair, occasionally
                 using the hair dryer as well.   Jane was very good with hair,  and her
                 combing  and  blowing made Sara's hair flow  attractively  around  her
                          face. All thru, Sara maintained her air of servitude.
                      "Now,"  Jane said, putting down the comb,  "We must make you feel
                 as  lovely as you look."   She directed Sara to spread a towel on  the
                 bed,   and fetch the powder puff.   Then Sara lay face down at  Jane's
                 order,   and  Jane repeated the powdering she had received from  Sara.
                 When she invited Sara to turn over,  Sara blushed.   Either she was  a
                         very good actor, or Sara was indeed a bit embarrassed.
                      Jane powdered Sara's arms,  legs, shoulders,  and without asking,
                 simply continued onwards to Sara's breasts.   Unfortunately,  we could
                 not see this well,  for Jane had chosen to straddle Sara at the  hips.
                 However,   we could see Sara reacting to Jane's caresses,  and she was
                 smiling broadly.  Jane then turned around,  now straddling Sara at the
                 waist, and ordered her to spread her legs.  Up to this point, Sara had
                 been  laying  there  with crossed legs,  as befit  the  character  she
                 played.   Keeping in character, she resisted, saying, "No, my lady, it
                                          would not be right."
                      "What  I say is right is right,  Sara,"  Jane said harshly,   and
                 proceeded  to  part  Sara's legs.   Sara acquiesced,  and  Jane  began
                 powdering  Sara's cunt.   She began with the same gentle caresses Sara
                 had   given   her,   and  Sara  began  squirming,   maybe  even   more
                 enthusiastically  than had Jane.  But,  as if to assert  her  dominant
                 role,  Jane made more wanton gestures. Not only did she set her finger
                 against  Sara's cleft and clit,  she reached down with her other  hand
                 and spread Sara's outer lips.   I found I was having trouble breathing
                 as  I  watched Jane run her finger up and down the  length  of  Sara's
                 cleft.   Sara squirmed, moaned, groaned, and finally, after only a few
                           minutes, "suffered" the climactic spasms of orgasm.
                      But the game had not been played out yet.  Jane and Sara, knowing
                 that  there  was  some inequity involved in being  the  servant,   had
                 developed  the roles so that the mistress had more leeway in what  she
                 could do than did the servant.   Jane gave Sara some time to catch her
                 breath,   and then announced that Sara would have to be  punished  for
                 forgetting to powder Jane's tits and belly without being told.    Sara
                 continued the demure servant pose as Jane ordered her to lay face down
                 on  the  bed and spread her legs.   Jane again straddled Sara's  back,
                 pinning  Sara's arms to her sides.   Slowly,  rhythmically,  she began
                 kneading  Sara's  buttocks.   When Sara's rump had attained a  healthy
                 pink  glow about it,  Jane delivered three quick,  stinging  slaps  to
                 Sara's  rump.    Sara shook,  but made no sound.   Jane  repeated  the
                 kneading/slapping  routine three times,  but Sara never made a  sound.
                 Then,   as if to say she was sorry,  Jane began rubbing powder  softly
                 into  Sara's  rump.   As she did so,  her finger strayed down  to  the
                 Sara's  cunt,   and I could have sworn I saw a part of  Jane's  finger
                 disappear.   Sara moaned appreciatively,  and Jane began running  both
                 her  hands  along Sara's thighs,  legs,  and cunt.  After just  a  few
                                minutes, Sara convulsed again in orgasm.
                      Jane  climbed  off Sara,  and Sara turned onto her side  so  they
                 faced each other.   "You'd better get dressed," Jane said, adding,  "I
                 didn't hurt you,  did I?"  Sara just shook her head,  and made no move
                 to get her nightclothes.  "That was nice.  Thanks."  Jane smiled back,
                 and as if to confirm that the game was over,  she got up and retreived
                 Sara's nightgown and panties.   While Jane doused the overhead  light,
                 Sara wriggled into her nightclothes.   The two girls got into bed  and
                             proceeded to talk about school, boys, clothes.
                      I  felt a tap on my shoulder.   I  almost jumped out of my  skin.
                 Tommy whispered "SHHHH!" and pulled me away from the wall.  He lowered
                 the black drape, and we quietly retired to the bedroom.   We looked at
                 each other with blank stares, and both of us mouthed the words, "Wow."
                 Late that night,  in the dark, I  found my hand drifting to my crotch,
                 where I experienced another first.  My cock was hard,  and there was a
                 tiny  drop of liquid at the tip.   I  smiled as I went to sleep.    To
                            noone's surprise, I dreamed about Sara and Jane.

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