Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By No One

It was Sunday morning, and Chloe was sullenly vacuuming the living room. Her mother seemed to think that 10 a.m. was the absolute latest she should be allowed to “laze around in bed,” and while Chloe had emphatically disagreed with the notion, her opinion on the matter had lamentably not been taken into consideration.

She’d been forced to get up and, immediately after breakfast, was assigned chores to “help around the house” since she “wasn’t a baby anymore.” First it had been the laundry, now, she was vacuuming the entire house.

Chloe rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time. She wouldn’t actually be so annoyed if the rude awakening hadn’t interrupted a very pleasant dream. Unfortunately, the details of it had already faded, but the bits she remembered were quite salacious, each of them involving Nettie. In fact, just before the dream was woefully cut short, the sexy teen had been pressing her nude body against Chloe’s, their pussies grinding together deliciously. Even now, the thought of it made her pulse quicken.

She sighed. Chores are even less fun when you’re horny.

It had been two days since Chloe’s wonderful first sexual experience with her best friend’s sister. If there had been any expectations that her carnal fantasies would diminish after living them out, they were quickly proven to be unfounded. In fact, sex was pretty much all she’d been thinking about since then.

It had been an amazing experience. She couldn’t help thinking over and over about every little thing they’d done, and what other things they might try in the future.

Her fantasies had even begun to expand beyond Nettie. Just the previous day, while accompanying her mother to the grocery store, Chloe had caught herself checking out the cute blonde cashier, even imagining how she might look naked, what it would be like to have sex with her. Would it be different than with Nettie? She’d become quite embarrassed when she realized where these thoughts were taking her — right there in the checkout line, too! — but still, there had been a certain thrill to it. Clearly, there was a wide world of naughty fun out there for her to discover.

Nettie still ruled her fantasies, though. Chloe couldn’t wait to see the gorgeous punk girl again and, hopefully, fool around with her some more. In fact, she longed to be with her right then — but Alex was still at her dad’s, so she had no plausible reason to go over for a visit.

Chloe frowned at the thought, realizing that wasn’t actually a problem: she didn’t even want Alex to be around; she wanted to be alone with Nettie. She didn’t have the teenager’s phone number, though. Still, they lived only a few houses away, she could just go knock on the door. She wondered if Nettie was alone right now. If her mom is there, she’d think it’s weird, me coming by to see Nettie… but I can always just pretend I forgot that Alex isn’t home.

As Chloe pondered the situation, she suddenly became aware of her mother gesturing at her.

“Huh? What?” she asked after turning off the vacuum cleaner.

“You’ve been working on the same spot for five minutes, Chloe. I think it’s clean,” her mom said, a little sternly.

“Oh, oops. I guess I spaced out,” Chloe said sheepishly, thankful that her mother couldn’t read her thoughts. “Um, Mom, is there anything else I need to do after this?” she asked, trying not to sound too enthusiastic about the prospect of being done with chores.

Her mother thought for a moment, then shook her head. “No, I think that’s fine for today.”

Chloe finished vacuuming the remaining rooms in record time. She made sure not to botch the job in her haste, though, otherwise her mom would just make her do it again.

Putting the vacuum cleaner away, she raced up to her room, opened the window, and stuck her head out. Squinting towards Nettie’s home, which was across the street and a few houses over, she saw there was no car in the driveway. Nettie’s mom wasn’t home.

Of course, that didn’t mean Nettie herself was there. The teenager could even be the one who was out with the car, though Chloe thought that most unlikely — she’d heard an argument last week about Nettie’s “reckless driving,” and her mom didn’t seem inclined to let her use the car again anytime soon.

So it seemed more probable that Nettie was at home, and by herself. Of course, even if she was, it didn’t necessarily mean that she’d be in the mood for what Chloe wanted.

Chloe reflected on the possibilities for a moment and, horny as she was, finally decided it was at least worth a shot. If it didn’t work out for whatever reason, she could always just come back home, go up to her room and finger herself silly.

Suddenly aware that she hadn’t showered yet, Chloe hastened into the bathroom to take care of that. Gotta be extra clean all over in case Nettie puts her mouth on some of these spots, she thought with a smile.

The warm water was nice, and her soapy hands felt even better as they roamed over her body. Without really intending to, she made her nipples stiffen, and her sex ached for special attention. Exerting immense willpower, she forced herself to quickly finish washing without letting her fingers get too naughty. It’ll be more fun with Nettie, she thought.

Returning to her room wrapped in a towel, she turned her mind to what she should wear. Looking through her wardrobe, she wasn’t satisfied with anything she found. She wanted to look attractive, but her mother had never let her dress in anything that could be construed as sexy. She finally put on the shortest skirt she owned, though even that barely went up above her knees.

Chloe looked through a drawer of old clothes, wondering if there could be something worthwhile in there. Near the bottom, she found a pink t-shirt she hadn’t worn in a year or more. She’d clearly outgrown it, but the material was rather stretchy. She wondered what kind of fit it would have.

She grabbed a bra from another drawer but, giggling to herself, decided to go without one. Instead, taking off her glasses for an instant, she shimmied directly into the undersized garment. It stretched tightly over her body and felt rather uncomfortable. She was beginning to think this wasn’t such a good idea — that is, until she took a look at herself in the mirror.

“Whoa,” she said out loud.

The snug shirt really accentuated her budding breasts, even making them appear a little bigger as they strained against the fabric. It also showed a tantalizing hint of her belly. She turned this way and that, grinning as she admired the result. She definitely liked how sexy it made her feel. Certainly worth enduring a little discomfort for.

She frowned for a moment, wondering if the close-fitting t-shirt also made her look fat. Nah, it’s not so bad, she decided. Anyway, Nettie already said I look good as I am.

Nodding to herself, she then turned her attention to her skirt, wishing that it was as sexy as her top. She briefly pictured herself shortening it with scissors, and giggled at the notion. She couldn’t really cut up her clothes, of course; her mother would freak out. Still, maybe there was a way to make the skirt shorter, if only temporarily…

An idea entered her mind — silly, perhaps, but she figured it was at least worth a try. Grabbing a roll of Scotch tape from her school supplies, she folded the light fabric of the skirt up on the inside so that the material went down only to mid-thigh, then taped it in a few places around the garment. It was an extremely crude piece of tailoring but, jumping around a little to confirm, Chloe decided it would hold for a little while. Long enough, anyhow, she told herself.

Turning back to the mirror, she admired her outfit. She spun around, examining herself from all angles, feeling quite satisfied with the result. It wasn’t exactly the most daring ensemble ever, especially considering some of the things she’d seen Nettie wearing, but it was a big step for her. She’d never felt so sexy before, and suspected that the older girl would like it too.

Nodding her approval one last time, she playfully blew a kiss at the mirror, then turned and left her room, giddy with excitement.

She paused to listen at the top of the stairs. It certainly wouldn’t do for her mother to catch her in this getup. She heard some noise coming from the kitchen, sounding like her mom was cleaning in there. This was great timing: you couldn’t see the entrance from the kitchen. Chloe quickly went down the stairs and stepped into her sandals. Quietly opening the front door, she crept out onto the porch, then peered around the door’s edge.

“Mom, I’m going to Alex’s,” she called out.

“Don’t come back too late for supper,” came the reply.

“Okay!” Chloe agreed before closing the door.

She felt a little bit guilty about deceiving her mom, but not too much. Besides, it wasn’t really a lie, strictly speaking. She was going to Alex’s, it’s just that Alex wouldn’t be there.

An excited bounce in Chloe’s step quickly led her to Nettie’s front door. Once there, though, she hesitated, sudden nervousness threatening to overwhelm her for a moment. She took a deep breath to calm herself. Nothing to worry about, she told herself. Even if Nettie didn’t want to fool around, it wasn’t that big a deal.

Chloe raised her hand to knock and, after another brief hesitation, rapped three times on the door. She waited for what felt like a long time, though it might have been her nerves making it seem that way. Maybe no one’s home after all, she thought, disappointed.

She was debating whether to turn back, or maybe try the doorbell, when she caught some movement in a window out of the corner of her eye. A few seconds later, the door opened, and there stood Nettie.

She was barefoot, and her fine, uncovered legs disappeared under a long t-shirt that seemed at least two sizes too large for her. Punk’s Not Dead, it said on the front, and the oversized neckline had slipped — or been deliberately placed — over one bare shoulder. She looked extremely sexy.

Despite the rather distracting outfit, the first thing that caught Chloe’s attention was the teenager’s hairstyle, which had completely changed since just two days before. It was now dyed a deep blue, and cut very short on one side, while the longer hair on top was combed over to the other side. Wow, that looks great, Chloe thought. She had always considered the older girl’s badass look to be hot as hell.

“Hey, cutie,” Nettie greeted her with a smile. She looked up and down at Chloe’s outfit, clearly liking what she saw.

“Hi.” Chloe smiled back. “Wow, your hair!”

“Yeah. You like?” The teenager turned her head to one side, then the other, giving Chloe a good look.

“It’s really cool!”

Nettie nodded, then stepped aside to let Chloe enter. “So, you know Alex isn’t here, right?”

“Yes,” Chloe said, smiling mischievously.

The teenager returned a very similar smile as she stepped closer. Raising her hand to caress Chloe’s cheek with one finger, she asked, “You come to see me, then?”

Enthralled by Nettie’s seductive gaze, Chloe could only nod.

“Mm, I wonder why,” Nettie teased. She cocked her head to one side, taking a good look at what Chloe was wearing. “Your mom buys you sexy shirts like that?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Um, kinda… but that was, like, two years ago,” Chloe admitted.

Nettie chuckled. “Well, it looks great on you now.”

“It’s pretty tight but… I thought you’d like it like that.”

“Good thinking.” Nettie grinned, then suddenly her hand came up to squeeze one of Chloe’s snugly packaged breasts through her top.

Chloe gasped in surprise and pleasure. It seemed like things were already hurrying along in the direction she wanted, and she couldn’t be more delighted. She moaned softly as Nettie played with her breasts, teasing the nipples into hardness against the taut fabric. All the while, the teen was smirking at her in that sexy way that Chloe found irresistible.

Nettie leaned in over Chloe’s shoulder and gave her neck a long, slow lick from the collarbone to the ear, making her shiver all over.

“You have good timing, baby,” Nettie whispered, her voice low and sultry. “I was actually just thinking about you.”

“Oh yeah?” Chloe asked, suddenly very curious about what the other girl’s thoughts had been. Sexy stuff, I hope.

The teenager didn’t elaborate. Instead, she drew closer to brush her lips lightly against Chloe’s — but just as they were about to kiss, Nettie turned away and walked off deeper into the house.

What a tease, Chloe thought, feeling disappointed — but even more turned on.

Quickly kicking off her sandals, she followed the older girl into the living room, mesmerized by the sway of her hips. Nettie’s long shirt shifted with each step, but seemed only to reveal more bare skin no matter how high it rode.

Growing increasingly curious, Chloe finally asked, “Are you wearing anything under there?”

Nettie flashed a smile over her shoulder, then lifted her t-shirt a little to reveal her lovely bare butt.

“Wow.” Chloe laughed, though her eyes were glued to that alluring behind. “Just hanging out with no panties on, huh?”

“Oh, I took ‘em off,” Nettie explained. Indeed, there was a pair of panties on the floor in front of the couch. The teenager nudged them with her toes, then suddenly sent the skimpy undies flying towards Chloe with a flick of the foot.

Startled, Chloe awkwardly caught the flying underwear, letting out a surprised laugh, then studied her prize. Nettie’s panties… I bet they were touching her pussy just minutes ago. She felt a sudden, dirty urge to smell them, but refrained, thinking that would probably seem really weird.

“Like I said, I was just thinking about you,” Nettie continued. She plopped herself down on the couch, legs immodestly spread, her pussy showing itself under the hem of her shirt. “Some deep… hard… thinking,” she purred, one hand brushing lightly over her sex, leaving no doubt at all about what she’d been doing before.

The panties fell out of Chloe’s hands, suddenly forgotten. She hadn’t dared to hope that Nettie might be as horny and eager as she was, but that certainly seemed to be the case. The thought that the other girl had been masturbating while thinking about her sent Chloe’s lust into overdrive.

She felt her feet carry her forward of their own volition, as if she was a moth drawn to Nettie’s wanton flame. Climbing onto the couch, she straddled one of the teenager’s legs and urgently pressed her lips against Nettie’s, letting her pent-up passion flow into a steamy French kiss.

Their tongues mingled and teased for a long, delicious moment, but Chloe felt a pressing hunger for more. Her hand trailed down the older girl’s body until she found the treasure between Nettie’s legs, then slipped a finger into its hot, wet folds.

“Ah!” Nettie cried out, breaking the kiss. The gaze she turned on Chloe sizzled with lust. “Mmm, I see you wanna help. Good.”

Chloe grinned in reply. Her fingers slowly explored the older girl’s sex, teasing soft moans out of her. All the while, their eyes remained locked together. It was very arousing to watch the pleasure and mounting excitement wash across Nettie’s face.

After a moment, the teenager turned her gaze to Chloe’s chest. “Show me those tits,” she breathed. Without waiting for a response, she grabbed the hem of the tight garment and peeled it upwards until Chloe’s budding breasts were revealed. Not wasting any time, she immediately took a rapidly hardening nipple into her mouth and began to suck.

It was Chloe’s turn to moan loudly. Nettie’s mouth felt amazing, making her body twitch and squirm in response. Each flick of the tongue on her nipples seemed to send a delicious shock directly to her pussy. It felt so good that, for an instant, she forgot what her hand had been doing.

Remembering herself, she resumed the movements of her fingers between Nettie’s thighs. It was so exciting to touch the gorgeous punk girl in this wicked way. Thinking of their last time together, she decided to kick things up a notch, and slowly slid two of her fingers into the girl’s wet pussy.

Nettie cried out in surprise and pleasure, letting herself fall back on the couch. “Mmm, yeah,” she moaned, her eyes rolling back into her head. Suddenly, she sat back up. “Oh, wait, I got something here you might like to use,” she said, as if she’d just remembered something. Reaching under a cushion behind her, she pulled out some sort of thick purple cylinder that had a black base at one end, then tapered off at the other. “Know what this is?” she asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Chloe frowned in puzzlement. Something she might like to use? Her eyes went from the strange object to Nettie’s face, then to the older girl’s sex, her fingers still embedded inside. What could I possibly need to…

“Oh!” she exclaimed with sudden enlightenment. “I… I think I get the idea,” she said, giggling.

Grinning, Nettie handed her the object. The… dildo? Chloe thought that might be what it was. She’d heard the word used to describe a “sex toy” before, but wasn’t entirely clear on its meaning. Now she knew.

Examining it more closely, she noticed there were already suspiciously moist traces on the toy. She gave Nettie a funny look, now thinking that she had a very good idea what the girl had been up to before she interrupted. The dildo had probably been hastily stashed under the couch cushion when Nettie heard her knock at the door. Wish I could’ve seen her using it, Chloe thought. Luckily, she was about to reenact the deed herself — this time, without any interruption.

Lifting Nettie’s shirt up a bit higher to get a good look at what she was about to do, Chloe was amused to see that the teenager had dyed her small patch of pubic hair in the same blue color that she had on her head.

“It has to match, right?” Nettie said with a wink when she saw Chloe had noticed the change.

Giggling, Chloe teasingly poked at the little tuft of blue curls with the tip of the dildo before dragging it through her partner’s slit.

Nettie reached down and spread her pussy open with both hands while giving Chloe a smoldering look. Her invitation was very clear.

Still, Chloe hesitated for an instant. The toy seemed very large — could she really use it on Nettie without injuring her? She supposed the teen knew what she was doing. Besides, from the look of things, there would be ample lubrication.

Taking a deep breath, she gingerly positioned the tip of the dildo at the entrance to the older girl’s vagina, then slowly pushed it in. Encouraged by Nettie’s appreciative moans, she kept going until, inch by inch, the whole toy was sheathed inside the blue-haired girl’s pussy. It was quite the erotic sight.

“Mmm, c’mere,” Nettie growled, reaching out for the back of Chloe’s neck and pulling her close. Their lips met, then their tongues, drawing them naturally into a deep kiss.

Chloe began to tentatively move the dildo back and forth, eliciting quite a few sharply-drawn breaths from Nettie in response.

“That’s right,” the teenager whispered, “fuck me.”

Her heart racing at the words, Chloe began to pump harder and faster. It was extremely hot to watch Nettie moan and writhe in pleasure as she responded to Chloe’s thrusts. I wonder if that’s what it’s like for a boy, she thought. Amused by the idea, she positioned herself so that it looked as if the dildo was popping out from under her skirt and used her hips to push the toy into Nettie’s pussy, grinning wickedly all the while.

Nettie gave a shaky laugh. “Damn, baby. Now I wish I had a strap-on for you to use.”

“What’s a strap-on?” Chloe wanted to know. She went back to working the dildo with her hand. Pretending to fuck Nettie like a boy was fun, but too awkward to be very effective.

“It’s… like a… ah!” Nettie began, but seemed to have trouble gathering her thoughts. Heavy breathing and the occasional cry also made conversation difficult. “I… I’ll explain later,” she finally said, shaking her head. “Turn the… knob at the base a bit,” she added after a moment.

Taking a closer look, Chloe saw that the black base of the dildo was actually some sort of dial that could be rotated. She flinched a little when, turning it a few notches, the toy buzzed to life in her hand. Oh, wait — this must be what they call a vibrator.

She wondered how those vibrations would feel between her own legs. Nettie certainly seemed to be enjoying them a great deal — moaning helplessly, her head lolling backwards, eagerly pushing back against the sex toy with her hips.

Taking a firmer grip on the dildo, Chloe began to thrust even harder, giving the girl what she seemed to crave. With her free hand, she lifted up Nettie’s t-shirt, uncovering her lovely, perky breasts. Leaning in, she licked at a taut nipple.

“Mmm, Chloe!” Nettie exclaimed. She was breathing hard, grunting with every thrust of the dildo.

Chloe considered the knob on the sex toy, wondering if she could make it even more intense for her partner. Curious, she turned it up as far as it would go. The reaction was immediate: Nettie cried out and her body twitched violently.

Chloe grinned, pleased with herself. She loved pleasuring Nettie this way. Fucking her, as the older girl put it. Now that she was no longer afraid of hurting her partner, she could really get into the deep, forceful pounding that the girl seemed to yearn for. She could tell Nettie was getting quite close to coming.

Feeling a sudden urge to make her orgasm utterly awesome, Chloe leaned in to Nettie’s chest again, this time clamping her mouth down on one breast and sucking hard at a very stiff nipple.

Just a few urgent whimpers later, the teenager’s entire body tensed, her back arched up from the couch, and she proclaimed her release in long, drawn-out cries. Good thing no one else is here, Chloe thought, thrilled by her partner’s very vocal pleasure.

After a long moment, Nettie fell back on the couch, panting. She gestured vaguely towards the dildo and Chloe understood that its vibrations were probably growing uncomfortable. She quickly turned it off, then gently withdrew the vibrator from the girl’s slick pussy.

She considered the large toy, drenched in Nettie’s love juices and smelling curiously enticing. Turned on as she was, she had a sudden dirty urge to give it a lick. Nettie opened her eyes at that moment, though, and Chloe didn’t want to seem like a freak, so she set the dildo upright on the coffee table instead.

“Mmm, wow. I was right last time. You’re a quick learner,” Nettie said in between breaths. “That was great, baby.”

Beaming with pride, Chloe snuggled up close to kiss her.

One of Nettie’s hands quickly found its way to Chloe’s bared chest, where she teased a rapidly hardening nipple with a fingertip. Meanwhile, the other hand had sneaked under the young girl’s skirt to fondle her butt.

“I think it’s your turn now,” Nettie said after they’d made out for a while.

“Sounds good to me,” Chloe replied, anticipation sending shivers down her spine.

Suddenly sitting up, Nettie pushed Chloe onto her back. Before she knew it, Chloe found that they had switched places. She lay stretched out on the couch while Nettie knelt above her, gazing down with a wicked grin.

The punk girl pulled off her long t-shirt and carelessly tossed it aside. Both girls admired each other for a moment; Nettie entirely nude, Chloe still completely dressed, but with her tight top still riding high on her chest, exposing her budding breasts.

Nettie reached out with both hands, first to touch Chloe’s belly, then caress her way up.She took her time fondling the sensitive flesh of Chloe’s boobs, teasing her nipples, even pinching them gently.

Chloe let out a deep sigh of pleasure. Nettie’s hands felt so good on her chest, and did quite a lot to increase  the heat between her legs. She was pretty sure her panties were soaked by now.

One of Nettie’s hands trailed back down her body and slipped under her skirt. Chloe gasped loudly when she felt the girl’s thumb press against her panties, tracing the outline of her sex.

Nettie flashed that sexy smirk of hers, clearly enjoying the sight of Chloe reacting to her touch. After a moment of this, she lifted up the skirt for a better look, then arched an eyebrow.

“Chloe?”

“Hm?”

“Did you… tape your skirt shorter?” Nettie asked.

Chloe giggled. She had forgotten about that. “Oh, um… maybe?” she said coyly. “I don’t have any real short skirts.”

Nettie chuckled. “Cute. Well, it’s a very sexy outfit. I am gonna have to take it all off now, though.”

“That’s fine,” Chloe said, eager to find herself on the receiving end of Nettie’s fingers or tongue. Impatient to be nude, she pulled her t-shirt off and cast it aside, pausing to cup her bare breasts. It felt lovely to be free of the tight fabric.

Meanwhile, Nettie was tugging her modified skirt down and off, followed by her panties. She brought the sodden undies to her face and inhaled deeply of the intimate aroma before letting them drop to the floor. She winked at Chloe’s surprised expression.

Chloe giggled, thinking that maybe her own urges weren’t so weird after all. Her laugh turned to a moan when Nettie trailed a finger between her pussy lips.

“So wet already,” Nettie commented, sounding pleased. She reached out behind her with the other hand and grabbed the vibrator from the table. “Ready to try something new?” she asked slyly.

Chloe’s eyes went wide. “W-with that big thing?” she asked uncertainly. Nettie might enjoy it, but it seemed much too big for her.

Nettie smiled. “Maybe. You’re used to putting fingers in there, aren’t you?” she asked teasingly just as she pushed her own middle finger into Chloe’s sex, making her gasp sharply.

“Ah! Fingers, yeah… but… ah! That’s, that’s way bigger,” Chloe said, having some trouble speaking as Nettie started slowly pumping her finger in and out.

“You’re probably right,” the teenager relented. “Might be too much for you, for now. But the good thing with this is, you don’t need to put it inside to have fun.”

Demonstrating, she turned the knob on the dildo, then pressed the now buzzing toy against Chloe’s pussy, again receiving a loud gasp in return.

“Oh, wow,” Chloe breathed. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the very pleasant sensation between her legs. The toy felt great against her sex. Its vibrations seemed to penetrate her, sending waves of pleasure deep into her body.

“Nice, huh?”

“Mmhmm.” Chloe was very quickly won over by the toy. Damn, I wish I had one of my own.

“Oh, it gets better,” Nettie said, and suddenly the vibrations became more intense.

Chloe let out a little cry, her eyes opening wide in surprise. Nettie was grinning at her reaction.

Nettie kept fingering her while making little circles around her clit with the vibrator. She soon had Chloe panting like a long-distance runner. That’s when she decided to turn the knob another notch.

Chloe gave a choked scream as the pleasure became nearly too intense to bear. She felt a deep throbbing in her core, somehow resonating against the motion of Nettie’s finger. “Oh my god! Nettie, I… I…” Her sentence was interrupted by a great cry as an orgasm suddenly took her.

Chloe’s head flopped back and her body thrashed around as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through her. She could feel her pussy contracting around Nettie’s finger, and the vibrations from the toy seemed to amplify everything tenfold.

She couldn’t quite tell if seconds or minutes had passed, when the pleasure finally subsided and the toy had mercifully been switched off. She watched, a little dazed, as Nettie withdrew her finger and sucked it clean. Something else I shouldn’t feel weird about, she decided.

“Fun toy, huh?” Nettie asked cheerily.

“Holy crap,” Chloe managed weakly, still catching her breath.

“Thought you’d like that,” the teenager said knowingly, before she plunked down next to Chloe and gave her a soft kiss.

“Wish I could get one of those!” Chloe said, giggling.

“Not really the kind of thing you can put on your Christmas list, huh?”

Chloe snorted. “No! My mom would have a heart attack,” she said through her laughter.

“I bet.” Nettie chuckled. “Well, that was some hard work,” she said playfully as she got to her feet. “I’m thirsty. Want a glass of water or something?”

Chloe nodded, realizing she was rather parched. Apparently, all those moans and cries of passion took their toll on a girl’s throat. Taking the hand Nettie offered, she climbed to her feet, then tightened her grip when her legs wobbled uncertainly.

Nettie laughed. “You alright there?”

“Yeah, just kinda unsteady,” Chloe replied, flexing her legs to get some life back into them.

“Cool, that means I did a good job.” Nettie smiled, and gave Chloe’s butt a quick squeeze on her way towards the kitchen.

Chloe began to follow, then hesitated. She was still completely naked, and it seemed weird to walk around the house like that — especially when it wasn’t her house. Nettie seemed completely at ease in the nude, though, so Chloe supposed she might as well do the same. It was a little thrilling, she had to admit. Still, she made sure to move quickly past the windows, just in case. She followed Nettie into the kitchen, ogling her backside all the way.

The teenager poured two glasses of water and offered her one. As Chloe drank, she continued to admire the punk girl’s beautiful body over the rim of her glass. She thought the blue tuft of hair above her sex was a really cute touch.

It was hard to believe that having sex with a gorgeous older girl was now part of her life. Just a few days ago, she would never have thought it possible. Here they were, though, naked and still sweaty from sex, and Chloe could already feel a budding desire to do it all over again. Thinking back on the fun they’d just enjoyed, she remembered a question that still needed answering.

“So… what’s a strap-on?” she asked again, now that Nettie wasn’t so preoccupied.

The other girl laughed, nearly spitting out her water. “Oh right, that. It’s, um, like a sort of harness with a dildo attached. You wear it around your hips, kinda like underwear, right? And then… you know,” she explained, thrusting her hips back and forth.

“Oh, wow!” Chloe exclaimed with an excited giggle. “That’s really a thing?”

“Sure. Pretty fun too.”

“You’ve done that before?” Chloe was amused at the thought of Nettie with a dildo sticking out between her legs.

“Uh-huh. Both giving and receiving. A… friend of mine had one. Good times.”

Chloe chuckled. “Sounds like quite a ‘friend.’”

“The best kind of friend,” Nettie agreed with a wink.

“Well, that all sounds… fun,” Chloe said, thinking back to when she had pleasured the other girl with the dildo, and pictured herself using a strap-on instead. It seemed very exciting, she had to admit.

“Yeah? Maybe I’ll try to get one, then,” Nettie said, smirking.

Chloe grinned back, imagining the possibilities.