Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By eloquent delinquent

Megan’s got homework but Charlotte doesn’t. Or at least, none she can remember; at school today her bounding feelings made her lessons feel like a fuzzy distraction. It’s been like that all week.

But when they’re done with supper Charlotte gets up from the dining room table and crosses the few steps over to the kitchen counter and offers to do all the dishes, washing and drying, so that Megan can focus on her studying. It sounds very motherly and grownup when she says it, but she knows the bad part of her is calculating how much more time she’ll have to touch Megan if she divides the effort.

Oh, that’s a wicked thought, but something in her seems to just brush it aside. In this moment all the overcast of confusion and fear about the bad thing seems to clear away, burned off by her desire. She knows it’s wrong, as wrong as ever, but she wants it and Megan wants it and soon they’ll be undressed and look and touch and she will make them both so happy. Sexy stuff is a secret, and they have a secret little space, and it’s going to happen. Excitement glows warmly in her tummy, and she has to admit that right now she doesn’t feel guilt or shame, only anticipation.

Working in the sink, occasionally Charlotte casts a glance over her shoulder to Megan at the table, and she looks so lovely in profile, head down, absorbed in her work. She’s doing vocabulary, which is really easy for her, so Charlotte is kind of racing, hoping to finish first. She puts in an effort, wiping and drying and setting everything in the dish rack faster than she thought she could, getting a little flush with the effort, but then she’s twisting off the faucet and wiping her hands with a grin and turning around. “Finished.”

Megan’s sitting sideways in the chair, facing her, one arm slung over the chair’s back. Her knees are wide apart, bare feet dangling just above the floor, and her blue and white panties hang in a soft little knot from an ankle. Her other arm is extended down between those open legs, and though Charlotte can’t see the little girl’s hand up under that skirt, she can see the gentle rocking motion of her wrist.

The glow inside Charlotte’s tummy flares, melts, surges, when she sees this, and heat spreads prickly all over her skin. She sways back until she bumps against the counter, dropping the dish towel.

She watches Megan being naughty to herself and doesn’t know what to do with her hands. With a shaky sigh she breathes, “Oh Megan. Now you’re bad just like me.”

A few curls have got loose, and dangle over a face gone dreamy with pleasure. Her cheeks are pink and a sheen highlights her skin. Her glasses have slid down her little nose. When her brown eyes laze open and slowly focus on her babysitter, they widen apologetically. “I couldn’t wait any more.”

All Charlotte can do is stupidly nod.

Megan shifts uncertainly, but her wrist keeps its rhythm. “My homework’s all done, promise.”

“I know, sweetie. You’re a good girl.”

She grins and shrugs and looks down at what she’s doing to herself. “I’m naughty, too.”

“Do you like touching down there?”

Distractedly she replies, “Since you showed me how. It’s okay to do it, right? It’s okay?”

“Do you like it?”

Her face squinches into a hugely gratified smile. “It’s so yummy! I used to like the tub, having the water on it. But this is sooo much better. I wanna do it lots and lots.”

Charlotte shudders a little. “Do you do it lots and lots?”

“Mmmm. It’s fun. I never knew I could feel so good.”

Without looking up, Megan brings her arm around from the chair back and uses the free hand to lift her skirt as she raises her knees, and Charlotte can see between the girl’s flawless plump legs, see her fingers rubbing up and down the tiny pink slit of her kitty. “There’s this one spot, this little hot spot, it feels so pretty when I touch it.”

Heat radiates from Charlotte, her body’s thrumming. “I think I have the same spot. Will you show me?”

Megan obediently traces up the smooth shiny cleft until a fingertip comes to rest in that place, that same perfect naughty place, that tempted Charlotte to touch herself in front of her bedroom mirror last year. They’re the same.

“There’s a little bump,” Megan says quietly. “It’s not always there, but sometimes? But that’s the yummiest, when it is.” She demonstrates, pushing down and rubbing there, and it makes her gasp, her body jerks a bit. She whines and bites her lip.

Charlotte is entranced. Her moral compass is spinning, knowing that she did this to Megan, that she showed her all these bad things, made her do them. But no one’s forcing the little girl now, and here she sits, contentedly pleasuring herself with her skirt up at the kitchen table, her untroubled face revealing nothing but joy in sharing her new feelings. Looking at her makes Charlotte melt. She watches her body gently writhe in the chair, and wonders: Is this what she looks like, when she’s in the closet? Is this how Megan saw her, that first time? It’s beautiful and naughty and unbelievably exciting.

She remembers last week, in the tub, the words Megan used. “Do you get the pretty feeling when you do it? The really good one?”

“Uhn, mmm, yeah, I do, but it’s – mmm – not as good as when you do it,” the little girl replies, her body winding up tighter. She looks back up to her babysitter, brown eyes bottomless with delight, and holds the older girl’s gaze, “Just having you here makes it better. I don’t know, the way you look at me?”

An electrical feeling zips through Charlotte’s middle, hearing that, and she wants to please her friend so badly it’s like an ache. “How do I make it better? I’ll do whatever you like.”

Megan stares at her boldly, still rubbing down there, as if she’s waiting for her kitty to tell her what to do. Then it does. Making a sound that’s between a grunt and a giggle she says, “You should have all your clothes off.”

Charlotte fumbles with the fasteners on the skirt in her haste to undo it. As she wiggles it down past her hips, she glances to Megan, sees her watching raptly, her legs lowering, fabric hiding her little treasure again and the fingers steadily strumming it, focusing only on her babysitter undressing.

Unbuttoning her blouse more slowly, from bottom to top, she does her best to catch Megan’s eye. This circuit of wonderful excitement closes when their gaze meets, each girl thrilled to be watching the other do something so naughty just for her. But the 8-year-old’s eyes never rest on Charlotte’s face for long, hungrily roaming over all the exposed skin she can see. The blouse comes off, each sleeve pulled away with a teasing flourish, and she can’t see the impish grin she’s giving Megan.

She undoes the front clasp of her white training bra and shrugs it off, letting it flop onto the rumpled skirt around her ankles. The air is cool on her little high-riding boobies, her nipples tingle. Megan gasps, and her body shifts around her rocking hips, leaving her little feet swinging slightly.

Charlotte pushes her white panties down to her ankles, still grinning, still a little drunk on this feeling, whatever it is, that makes it feel so good to show her nakedness to Megan, to share her secrets.

And it makes Megan a little crazy too, she can tell, as the girl’s arm moves faster and her mouth falls open as if in endless surprise. Between deep breaths, she tells Charlotte, “Your hair should be down.”

That’s a little more complicated, partly because there’s four clips holding it in place, and partly because she wants to touch herself so badly, her exposed body desperately waiting for a caress. She twists a bit at the waist as she reaches up both hands to undo them, and Megan starts to go, “Uh, uh, uh,” and her touching grows firmer, her legs twitch and spread wider. She leans back, forcing her hips down against her busy hidden hand, and her free arm reaches back to grip the edge of the chair.

But her gaze never leaves Charlotte.

The clips go on the counter, and her reddish-brown hair spills over her. She smooths it down, past her collarbones to drape over the slopes of her little breasts, leaving her stiff nipples peeking through. Her deep breathing causes her tresses to slide gradually toward her shoulders.

She asks, “Should I touch myself for you?”

“You wanna?”

“So bad.”

Megan nods, and Charlotte’s palms immediately make contact with the smooth warm skin of her bare tummy, sweeping over her hips and up her sides, kind of hugging herself, and after all this waiting it feels luscious and soothes the tingly ache down between her legs, at least for now. Megan smiles, watching her eagerly, and Charlotte smiles back. She knows what the girl wants to see.

Tossing her hair back, she lightly brings her hands to cup the pert little swell of her breasts, and they’re so tender that even that slight touch sends great whooshing sensations down through her tummy. She strokes them, and those feelings get stronger and it’s almost unbearable but there’s no way she can stop. She sighs deeply and rolls her head.

When she touches her nipple for the first time, she’s looking right at Megan, letting the girl know she’s doing it just for her (well, mostly for her), it’s like it goes straight to her kitty. Megan doesn’t look back, though. Her gaze is focused intensely on Charlotte’s boobies, and her palms caressing them, and her fingers gently pinching them. In the chair, Megan’s hand wrist moves frantically, her mouth slack and face almost pained by its need.

“You’re right,” Charlotte says softly, still fondling, her voice coming from a place deep down that she barely controls, “it does feel better with you watching me. I like it with no clothes on.”

Megan starts to tremble, all over.

“But I like watching you be naughty, too.” Thumbs brushing her nipples.

Stiffening in the chair, Megan gasps, “It’s so pretty, so pretty… uh! Uh! Oh Charlotte oh!” and her voice squeezes into a high-pitched whimper. Her legs clamp together around her wrist and stick straight out, toes curling. Her eyes pinch shut, cheeks rosy, mouth wide open and frozen in the overwhelming delight of the shock. She seems to vibrate.

Charlotte watches, pinching her nipples hard. She’s throbbing down there, swollen and wet. Seeing Megan get the shock fills her with emotions and sensations that are so beautiful, so complicated, so much bigger than her. Looking and being seen, naked and naughty, it all adds up suddenly to a great, gleaming word.

Sexy. This is sexy, and what sexy feels like. It isn’t a thing that happens to other people. It’s what they’re doing, right now. It means something to her.

Megan gasps to catch her breath, body starting to relax. Her wrist isn’t jerking now, it seems to gently stroke. She smiles, face shiny and hot and elated, eyes closed as if dreaming. Charlotte finds her fingertips stealing into the fine hairs above her own kitty, petting.

“Oh, Megan, you’re so sexy.”

Megan comes alert, looking to Charlotte. Their eyes meet and Megan grins hugely and makes a slow, elaborate, one-shouldered shrug, trying to take on this entirely new kind of compliment.

She finally replies, with a deep, throaty giggle. “When you were washing the dishes, I kept looking at your butt, it’s so cute, and it, and it…. I don’t know, it made me all crazy down there.”

“My butt?” Charlotte says, surprised, but she turns quickly around to show that to Megan, too. It’s pale and small, just starting to round with her hips, and rides high just like her breasts. “Does it still look cute?”

“Sooo cute,” Megan says, sitting up, but not quite taking her hand out from under her skirt. “You should never be allowed to wear clothes. You’re so pretty like this.”

Charlotte looks back over her shoulder, and reaches around to rub the firm cheeks of her bottom for Megan. The effect on the girl is adorable. She smiles brightly, like she’s seeing a delightful show. Which Charlotte supposes she is.

“Show me your butt hole,” Megan says, caught up in the moment. Equally entranced, Charlotte bends at the waist, almost touching the counter with her tummy, and spreads her cheeks apart. It’s a little weird, but as her hair drifts past her face, she can see Megan leaning forward to look at her most secret place, and it thrills her.

“Touch it,” Megan whispers, and Charlotte keeps playing along, fingertips tentatively slipping into the groove of her bottom, exploring up and down that soft, sensitive crack until they settle on her little pucker. She instantly sees why Megan’s so curious about it, the feelings from there are ticklish at first, but quickly grow luscious, going deep deep into her belly. Her back seems to arch on its own as she rubs, her bottom rising, and touching here makes her kitty purr really hard, like they’re connected somehow. And it’s so dirty, so naughty, and Megan can see all of it, wants it. She shuts her eyes and gets kind of lost in the sensations for a minute.

When her eyes drift open she sees Megan with her knees apart again, soles of her feet touching together over the floor, her wrist pushing back up underneath her skirt.

“Wait,” the babysitter says, straightening and reluctantly withdrawing her touch from these strange new pleasures. “It’s my turn now.”

Megan looks a bit crestfallen as Charlotte turns and steps out of the pile of clothes at her feet. She crosses to the table, then moves a chair over so it’s facing Megan and gracefully slips into it. The vinyl seat feels cool and pebbly against her bare bottom. She settles in, hands on knees, and looks down to see her blue sneakers and white toe socks.

Lifting her legs, she wiggles her feet in front of Megan, smiling. “I forgot about these. Should I take them off?”

Megan looks at her kind of drunkenly, trying to focus on her moving shoes but still taking in the rest of the naked girl sitting just across from her. “No,” she says, “leave them on. It’s kind of cuter that way.”

Charlotte giggles delightedly and perches her heels on the edge of the seat, right at the corners, and parts her legs. Her hands start to glide down her thighs, opening her legs wider as they get closer to where they meet. She can smell herself, she’s so excited now. Megan’s reaction amuses her – the girl goes completely still, a thunderstruck look on her face, looking right at Charlotte’s exposed puffy slit.

“Okay, now you,” Charlotte says softly.

Megan looks like she’s been unexpectedly called on in class. “What?”

Charlotte cups one hand over herself down there, and even this mild touch sends surges through her overheated body, making her gasp. She settles into the feelings like a warm bath. “I get to watch you take all your clothes off.”

The 8-year-old gives a cheeky grin, and kicks off her dangling panties in her babysitter’s direction, where they flop to the floor under her chair. Charlotte giggles.

Megan doesn’t make much of a show – she mostly seems interested in getting undressed quickly, pulling her shirt up over her head even as she stands. It must be a little tight, though, because she has to wrestle it a bit to get it off. Charlotte has a moment to admire the little girl’s round tummy, the soft pads on her chest topped with tiny, pointy nipples that are so hard. The fingers between Charlotte’s legs stroke slowly, lightly, along her very slick, very tender kitty, as all that satiny, pale golden skin is uncovered, so innocent and perfect, and the shirt pops off and Megan’s curls swing all around and there’s nothing left but her faded denim skirt.

Dropping the shirt carelessly on the floor, she twists her skirt around to get at the zip, head down, hair curtaining her face, focused. Charlotte lazily touches herself, enjoying the building pleasure, a little surprised at herself because she knows how aroused she is, can feel the tightness in her tummy and the thumping of her heart and the heat in her cheeks, but she’s not tempted to attack herself the way she does in the closet. She’s content to wait, and watch, and kind of tease herself down there, until Megan is ready to watch her do it. Until she can share it with her.

The skirt drops and Megan playfully kicks it away, her pouty bottom and chubby hips and that smooth little V and the hint of lips so pink and wet between her legs all revealed to Charlotte’s hungry gaze.

“Should I take off my glasses, too?”

“No,” Charlotte replies, “It’s kind of cuter that way.

They smile at each other, both delighting in their near nudity. The younger girl sighs, stroking her flanks absently, just enjoying the feel of herself. She looks so comfortable.

“You like having no clothes on, don’t you?”

Megan nods, glancing down at her bare body. “It’s better. More natural? Animals don’t wear clothes, and they do all right.”

“Do you go around naked a lot?”

“Maybe…” she replies coyly. “Mom says when I was little, she couldn’t keep me in my clothes. She’d put them on, I’d take them off. I don’t remember that, really. But I do remember when I was four or five, she drove me out to the country, just us, way out. And she drove off the road across a big rolling grassy hill to some trees and when she stopped she said, ‘Now it’s okay. Go ahead and run around.’ And I knew just what she meant and I just threw off everything and just ran everywhere, so happy.

“She watched from the car, and that’s when I learned what private meant. And since then, Mom doesn’t mind,” Megan says, then she tips her head back and shuts her eyes. “And it feels so good to have the sun on you, all of you. We were meant to be like that.”

And she pictures Megan frolicking completely naked in the sunshine, and pictures Amy watching her, seeing her the way Charlotte is now, and not being mad, but accepting. Understanding. And now she finds herself rubbing her kitty more firmly, testing her hot little button, without even thinking. It’s hard to catch her breath.

Megan looks at her, first at the hand moving between her legs, then up her quivering body to her face, and she sees Charlotte’s expression and smiles knowingly at her. “You like it too, don’t you? You were scared at first, but now you like it.”

“I do,” she admits in a halting breath, just managing to hold her gaze.

“That’s okay,” Megan says, sidling closer. “When you first touched me there I was really scared. I didn’t know what you wanted, what you were doing. But then you kept doing it, and I got those pretty pretty feelings and I knew you were doing it because you liked me.”

The 8-year-old gets as close as she can and stands there, and some kind of crazy mysterious signal goes off deep in Charlotte’s mind, seeing her poised between her parted legs, and suddenly she’s so excited she can’t see straight. She can feel the warmth coming off the girl’s bare body. Megan looks solemnly down at Charlotte’s busy, increasingly urgent stroking, and lifts a hand to her mouth, gently touching her lower lip.

“So it’s okay to be scared, sometimes,” Megan says very softly, wrapping an arm around Charlotte’s slim thigh, and Charlotte feels Megan’s hot sweaty cheek lean against the inside of her knee, kind of hugging her leg. “Because now…”

She trails off, and through heavily lidded eyes, Charlotte sees Megan alternating between looking down at her naughty hand rubbing at her kitty, and up to her blushing, pleasured face. Down, then up. Down, then up. Watching, encouraging, sharing. She knows Megan is excited, too, and more than the shock now, Charlotte wants this, this secret time, these secret glances and touches, this secret she’s willing to keep all the others to have.

Megan looks up again, her eyes big and nervous this time, and in a little voice she asks, “Will you let me help you? I know how to do it now.”

Charlotte’s hand shivers to a stop, and she looks at Megan wide-eyed and panting as she draws that hand shyly away. She nods slightly.

Gingerly extending her arm, Megan doesn’t break eye contact with Charlotte until her hand is almost there. She glances down, and there is this wonderful, awful moment of anticipation as the little girl works up her courage. Then she murmurs, “So pretty,” and gently touches Charlotte’s kitty.

The sensation is so electrifying Charlotte actually jumps in the seat and groans a little. Megan glances back up to Charlotte’s face, alarmed, but Charlotte takes her wrist and holds it where it is, trying to assure her. Megan gets a little grin and keeps touching, still watching Charlotte’s response, and oh, oh, her fingers are so tiny and their touch is so light and she’s timidly exploring the slick, tender surfaces of Charlotte’s little lips and mound, and it’s not like she’s teasing but it feels just the same and the 12-year-old’s tummy is flipping in frustration and joy.

So she lets go of Megan’s wrist, goes “Ooo,” and opens her knees wider, tipping her hips up into the younger girl’s hand.

And Megan starts a stroking rhythm, up and down her eager kitty, so dreamy slow. Charlotte’s mouth drops open and her eyes roll shut and all of her is focused on what’s happening between her legs. She never thought about what this would be like, having someone else touch her the bad way, and it’s so much more intense than her own touch, so exciting. She can feel Megan growing more confident, certain that she’s pleasuring her babysitter, her little fingertips adding more pressure, sinking into the delicious slippery flesh in her cleft, rubbing around the entrance to that still-mysterious soft hole she knows is her vagina, and then gliding up, up, to her swollen hot spot, where she begins to rub.

Charlotte’s legs tremble, her chest heaves, and these little whimpering noises are coming out of her mouth and she can’t help any of it. She’s helpless, defenseless in the face of the bad thing, and it’s kind of exhilarating to be free of being the one doing it. The feelings erupting up through her are so strong and wonderful, and it’s someone else doing it to her, so she can’t predict it or control it. All she can do is surrender to Megan’s delightful touch, which she gratefully does. Her tummy tightens, closer to the shock.

Perspiration breaks out all over her skin.

Megan sees this and her naughty fondling fingers move more quickly, harder, more insistent. “Like this?” the little girl asks, and Charlotte tries to answer but every short breath escapes with a girlish cry attached to it, and Megan’s grin gets bigger. And her hand is rubbing over her entire kitty now, thrilling this place then that one, but then her small nimble fingers turn somehow and she’s touching her hot spot, tickling it as if from underneath now, steadily pressing it against its little fleshy cover, over and over.

Her pleasure doesn’t so much build as suddenly multiply, she’s never touched this part of herself, and it’s like she’s turned to liquid and all of her is running toward this little pink morsel, filling it more and more and getting better and better. Gripping the edges of the seat, her knuckles whiten.

Then Megan gives her the shock, cute little Megan, naughty little Megan, and it’s so tremendous and agonizingly blissful, it’s never felt like this, never, never. Her breath gets caught, her chest turns as pink as her cheeks, and her hips jerk and buck wildly at first but then roll firmly against Megan’s little hand. Every spasm sends another blazing wave of ecstasy through her head like white light, and she’s taken by the pleasure, tossed by it. She vaguely senses Megan’s hand withdrawing and the shock begins to subside.

Taking in air in huge gasps, she looks dazedly at the little girl between her legs. Megan is sniffing the fingers that stroked her kitty, and as Charlotte watches she slips them into her mouth, eyebrows arching over her glasses as she contentedly sucks on them.

She reaches out and pulls Megan to her, pressing her lean quivering body against the girl’s smaller, softer one, slim legs closing around her, heels settling onto her plump bottom. Charlotte holds her tight, but still feels Megan’s hands stealing up to her tender little breasts which she starts to caress and kiss, and Charlotte feels her body loosening and she just dissolves into it, sighing. Megan’s attention to her body leaves her in this floaty place, where she’s drifting down from the shock but not really landing, the sensations from Megan’s lips and hands on her boobies arousing her all over again. A swell of affection rises in her, for this free little girl who’s doing things with her she never dared imagine.

And when she ducks her chin down, Megan’s soft little mouth is there for her.

When they touch tongues this time, they’re both breathing heavy, mouths open. The wet tips slip delicately together, but Charlotte wants her closer, sinking her hand into those curls brings her in until their parted lips meet. Their tongues continue to play, their breath mixes, and Charlotte feels Megan’s tongue slip into her mouth and she slides hers into Megan’s, and the feelings are delicious and crazy and they push their lips together harder, kind of chewing on each other, and their tongues dance and dance.

They can’t get enough, and they kiss like that, naked against each other, and quickly they’re as excited as ever. Megan’s little moans buzz all over Charlotte’s mouth, and her hands squeeze her babysitter’s boobies, the rubbery stiff nipples brushing beneath her palms. Charlotte’s hands run all over the girl’s silky back, and her heels push her butt as she raises her hips, pressing her wet kitty against the yummy smoothness of Megan’s belly and beginning that sweet rub.

Megan feels the same urge and thrusts her hips too, but there’s nothing to please her and she starts pulling at Charlotte’s waist, making plaintive, “Mmmf, mmf,” sounds between their locked lips. Soon these two motions conspire to throw both girls off balance, Charlotte’s legs quickly and awkwardly unwrap from her willing little prisoner in an effort to keep from falling, and they both slowly tumble to the carpet, still clutching each other, their kissing finally breaking apart.

They giggle heartily, but Megan wastes no time, gently forcing Charlotte onto her back and straddling her soft thigh, cuddling her hot hairless kitty right back where she had it this afternoon. She looks down triumphantly at the older girl, then starts her yummy slippery humping and bites her lip.

Charlotte sits up on her elbows and simply observes Megan for a bit, feeling the sweaty heat rising where the little girl’s privates grind against her leg, as she leans forward and rests her hands on Charlotte’s hips, bracing herself so she can please her kitty more, head drooping, eyes shut in concentration, seeking out more of the bad thing without hesitation, shamelessly naughty. It’s so exciting.

She’s also excited by the way Megan’s knee bumps against her own kitty as she thrusts away, riding her leg. Each bump is like a gentle little rub down there, but like before it’s only enough to excite, not satisfy. So she reaches down and slips her hand between knee and kitty and touches herself, with Megan’s knee adding a little unpredictable force to her own strokes. The feelings grow for both of them, their sighs and grunts fill the little dining area, and then Megan opens her eyes and sees Charlotte’s hand down there.

“It’s so yummy,” Megan pants.

“Uh-huh.”

“I’ll touch you whenever you want. I liked it.”

This makes Charlotte roll her hips, her fingers play more quickly in the wet folds. Her thighs lift a little, putting more pressure on Megan’s kitty, and the little girl groans.

“I liked it too, sweetie. I want you to touch me more. I want to touch together, both at the same time, you touch my kitty and I touch yours.” Picturing this sends sizzles through her.

“Ooo, I want that. But first I wanna, I wanna…” she trails off, captured by her feelings, her humping thoughtless and totally carnal.

“You can do whatever you want with me, Megan. I’m your secret.”

The girl nods, damp curls swishing past a face that turns to surprised, overwhelmed delight. “Oh, ooh, uh-huh, uh-huh! Uh-Huh!”

And Megan’s hips start to jerk against Charlotte, her head lolling as if she didn’t control anything below her waist. Charlotte increases her own pace to match Megan’s peaking excitement. Then Megan stiffens, shivering, grabbing fiercely at Charlotte’s hips as the shock takes her, and Charlotte rubs hard at her own little hot button and it only takes a few seconds of feeling this and watching Megan’s face in delirious ecstasy before the shock sweeps over her, too. Her hips push down against Megan’s knee and the rushes of pleasure strengthen. It’s still gentler than before, but so much sweeter because they’re both having it at the same time, they’re sharing it.

Charlotte lies down on her back, catching her breath, and Megan sort of wilts on top of her. They lie still for a few minutes, recovering, Megan kissing Charlotte’s tummy while the older girl tangles her fingers in the sweaty 8-year-old’s hair. Somewhere in the house a clock ticks. It’s gotten dark outside and there’s no lights on, the house is filled with this soft purple gloom.

She senses Megan smiling against her belly. “I knew I could do that. I wanted to so bad.”

Charlotte chuckles softly. She’s so wonderfully naughty.

“I love how it feels,” Megan murmurs against her skin, “I feel like I’m made out of birds, all bunched together, and they sing louder and louder, and then they all fly away at once.”

“It’s like my favorite food,” Charlotte finds herself confessing. “I can eat it and eat it, and even though I’m full I still want more.”

Megan giggles and Charlotte feels her little hand dip between her legs again, and her kitty purrs, insatiable. Megan turns her head to face Charlotte, eyes wide and playful. “You can have more.”

Charlotte sits up, breaking the contact and mildly surprising Megan. She looks at the glowing clock on the microwave. Her heart starts to thump, and she feels a little wild. “We’ve got an hour and a half. I say we stay all undressed till then, looking and touching and kissing and being naughty all we want.”

“Yes!”

“Just remember, you can’t tell anyone what we do.”

“Sexy stuff is a secret. I know.”

Charlotte nods, mollified. “Now, I think it’s bath time.”

Megan’s eyes sparkle. “For both of us?!”

“For both of us.”

The girl clambers to her feet, bouncing impatiently as Charlotte gets up, then taking her by the hand and practically dragging her naked into the bathroom.

To be continued…