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I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 25

  • Posted on May 7, 2016 at 2:20 pm

Carmen’s First Attempt at Seduction

By Cheryl Taggert 

If you need help keeping up with the characters, you may go here.

That following Wednesday when I got home from school, Jenna, who got out a half hour before I did, was on the phone in the upstairs den, sitting on an over-stuffed wing chair. Her shoes were kicked off and lying on the floor like two dead animals, her feet were up on the seat of the chair, and her hand was buried inside the front of her panties. She was gently rubbing herself there, the knuckles of her fingers tenting the panties away from her little muffin as they massaged her warmth.

“Uh-huh. Are you?” she was saying as I entered the room.

I smiled at her, cocking my eyebrows in a “who’s that?” fashion. I’d not been horny when I entered the house, but I could feel moisture building already from the sexy sight of my ten-year-old adopted sister playing with herself while talking to someone on the phone.

She said into the phone, “Hold on a sec,” and said to me, “It’s Carmen. She’s waiting for her sister to get home.” Her grin could light up the entire valley.

The way Jenna said ‘waiting’ let me know Carmen was trying out my plan of allowing her sister to catch her masturbating.

“Is she doing what you’re doing?” I asked as she went back to her conversation. Jenna nodded.

“So, are you naked?” Jenna asked. Carmen answered. Jenna said, “Cool. I wish I could be there to see what happens.”

I realized I at least wanted to hear what happened, so I said, “Why don’t you put it on speaker phone?”

“Huh?” Jenna asked, not having heard me.

“I said, why not put Carmen on speaker phone?”

Jenna turned to the phone and asked, “Is it okay if I put you on speaker? Cheryl wants to listen in, too.” Listening for a second as Carmen apparently agreed, Jenna reached for the base of the phone and pressed a button.

“– nervous about this,” Carmen was saying.

“Don’t be nervous,” Jenna said. “She does it too.”

“Yeah, but she’s never known that I do it,” Carmen answered.

“That’s the idea, to let your sister see you as sexually active,” I said.

“Hi, Cheryl,” Carmen said. I could hear the smile in her voice. It occurred to me that Carmen had a big crush on me.

“Hey,” I said. “And if she doesn’t take the bait, you can just come over here and we’ll all have fun. Our mom might even join in.”

“Really?!” Carmen said. I could tell she thought that was a great idea.

“Maybe not tonight, but, yeah, I think she’d be okay with it as long as you don’t tell anyone, like, ever,” I said.

“I think it would be so cool to lick your mom’s pussy and have her lick mine. I bet she’s great at it!” Carmen said. Then she added, “Hey, listen!”

We waited a second and then heard the squishy sound of fingers in a wet pussy. Then she was back. “Did you guys hear that?”

Jenna giggled. “Yeah, sounds tasty to me.”

“Ooh!” Carmen said. “I think I hear her coming in the front door!” We heard a ‘thunk’ sound as she put the phone down on the floor or something.

Jenna and I remained silent, listening to see what happened. After a moment, Carmen moaned loudly. In fact, it seemed almost too loud. I realized maybe I should have talked about making it not seem too obvious what she was doing, but it was too late now.

There was more moaning and then we heard her speak.

“Hey! Are you spying on me?”

“Just wondering what you’re doing,” another girl’s voice said, obviously Carmen’s sister, Clare.

“Not doing anything you haven’t done before. Especially with Erica.”

“How do you know what Erica and I do? Have you been spying on me?”

“Who has to spy? I can hear you two through the wall.”

There was a moment of silence before Clare said, “You’d have to put your ear to the wall to hear us. Not that there was anything to hear.”

It occurred to me that Carmen and Clare didn’t seem to get along that well, at least based on this conversation. I looked at Jenna and thought to myself that I would never speak to her in the tone that Clare was using. I had to wonder if the fact we were lovers as well as sisters had anything to do with that. It made me hope even more that Carmen was successful in getting her sister involved sexually.

“Just the two of you licking each other’s pussy and having orgasms,” Carmen said.

“Have you ever even had an orgasm?” Clare asked.

“Lots of times.”

“I doubt it,” Clare said. This wasn’t going as I’d hoped.

“Have too. I was just about to have one when you got caught spying.”

“Are you telling me you’re close to coming?”

“I was.”

There was silence again, then, “Naw. I don’t believe you.”

“I was so!” Carmen said. Then it occurred to me where this was going. I knew what Clare would say next.

“Prove it.”

More silence, then, “You gotta swear not to tell anyone. If you do, I’ll tell about you and Erica.”

“I won’t tell. What? You think I wanna blab to the world that I watched my little sister get herself off?”

“Well, you better not,” Carmen said.

There was the sound of some movement on the bed, and I pictured Carmen lying back and Clare sitting down beside her sister to watch her masturbate to an orgasm. I also wondered where the phone was and hoped Clare didn’t figure out someone was listening to their very private conversation.

“Gee, I never had any idea you did this kinda stuff,” Clare said. I could tell from her voice this was turning her on.

“I do lotsa stuff you don’t know about,” Carmen said. I could tell she was enjoying her touches because her breathing sounded as if she’d started jogging or something.

We listened as Carmen masturbated and her older sister watched. Neither girl said much for at least a minute. Carmen’s moans started again, and her breathing grew more ragged.

Then Carmen said, “What are you doing?”

“I’m joining you. Scoot over.”

Jenna and I heard the rustling sound of clothes being removed.

“I like your boobs,” Carmen said.

“They’re not much,” said Clare.

“More than I got.”

“You’re only ten. Give it time. They’ll grow.” A pause. “You know what makes them grow?”

“What?” asked Carmen, sounding genuinely interested.

“Having someone suck on them. At least that’s what Ben Talbot says.”

“Who’s Ben Talbot?”

“A boy at school. All I know is even if he’s making it up, it feels good. Can I do it to you?”

“Suck my boobs?” Carmen asked.

“Well, your nipples, anyway. Can I?” Clare sounded as if she couldn’t wait to get her mouth on her sister’s titties, though she really had none.

“Sure. Should I just keep touching myself?”

“For now. But don’t come yet. It will be better if you wait and we really mess around.”

Then we could hear the sounds of Clare sucking Carmen’s nipples. This lasted for a moment. “You ever kiss another girl?”

“Yeah,” Carmen answered.

“Who?”

There was a pause. I knew why Carmen was hesitating to answer. The two girls she had kissed were eavesdropping on their conversation.

“Just some girls. Two sisters in fact,” she said. “I’d rather not mention names.”

But of course, Clare could figure it out from there.

“It’s your friend Jenna, isn’t it? And her older sister. What’s her name? … Cheryl!”

“I didn’t say that!”

“You don’t have to. I can see it in your face. Then they do stuff like this together? Like what we’re doing?”

This was not a good development, but then again, there wasn’t much I could do about it now.

Carmen didn’t answer, but she didn’t need to.

“Wow. That Cheryl’s a hottie, too,” Clare said. “And her sister’s not bad for a girl your age, either.”

More silence. “So, is it okay if I kiss you?” Clare said. “You’ll like it. Erica says I kiss really good.”

“Okay.” I could hear regret in Carmen’s tone, but Clare didn’t seem to notice it. I knew Carmen was probably wondering what we were thinking while we eavesdropped.

Sounds of kissing came from the phone’s speaker. Jenna was looking at me as if to ask what I thought of the latest development that Clare now knew about us. I just shrugged my shoulders. At least we also knew about her, so it was a stalemate of sorts.

We could hear the sisters’ breathing and moaning as they kissed. Then when the kiss broke, Clare said, “Let’s sixty-nine.”

There was more rustling and soon we were listening in on the two girls as they licked and sucked each other’s pussy. My plan had been an enormous success, other than the discovery by Clare that Jenna and I were lovers.

My mouth was watering as I listened to the sisters, not to mention my pussy was dripping like a leaky faucet.

I looked at Jenna and her panties were now on the floor by the chair. The fingers of her right hand were doing a dance on her clit, while the fingers of her left hand tickled her butthole. I could tell she was getting close.

I quickly took off my own clothes and, naked, knelt in front of my adopted baby sister to begin kissing my way to her bald pussy.

Just as one of the sisters, Carmen I think, started coming, Jenna did the same.

After that, the breathing of the younger girls calmed quite a bit, but Clare still hadn’t come, and neither had I.

“Yes…. Yes…. Yes!” Clare was grunting in the wild rhythm of sex. Then, she was there. We listened as Carmen’s fourteen-year-old sister, Clare, came in her little sister’s mouth.

“Whew,” the girl said when she was finished and had recovered some from the climax that had taken her a few moments before. “You do know what you’re doing, don’t you?”

“Are we going to do this again sometime?” Carmen asked.

“As often as we have the opportunity and want to,” Clare said. “How long have you been having orgasms?”

“About a year,” Carmen said. “Why?”

“Cuz I feel like we just wasted a year we coulda been having fun,” Clare said.

I was still on edge from not having come yet, but we listened as Clare got up and went to her own room, apparently gathering her clothes while she finished talking with Carmen.

“Why don’t you come get in bed with me tonight? We’ll do this again then, okay?” Clare asked her sister.

“Okay,” we heard Carmen say. Then we heard the sound of a door closing and Carmen was back on the phone.

“Are you guys still there?” she whispered into the phone, apparently afraid Clare might hear her if she spoke louder.

“Are you kidding?” Jenna said. “Who could hang up on something like that?”

“Sorry,” Carmen said. “I didn’t mean for her to know about you two.”

“It’s okay,” I told her, “You really couldn’t help it, and she was bound to figure it out sooner or later anyway. It helps she is already thinking about Jenna and me as potential sex partners, as long as she doesn’t know we do it with my mom, too.”

“I won’t tell her,” Carmen said. “But it worked, didn’t it?” She was referring to my scheme to get Clare to have sex with her.

“Better than we’d hoped. I was thinking you two might just masturbate together to start with, but you two ended up licking each other to climax,” I said. “That was so hot.”

“Yeah,” Jenna added. “It was really cool to listen and enjoy it.”

“Did you two come?” Carmen asked.

“Jenna did, but I haven’t. At least not yet,” I said, winking at Jenna. “I’m pretty sure I can get some help with that. We may come more than once, in fact.”

“That sounds cool. I better go now, though. I don’t want her to find out you two were listening in.”

“By the way,” I said, interrupting her good-bye. “Where was the phone during all that?”

“It was on the table beside my bed. She didn’t notice it, though. Don’t worry.” Still, I wasn’t so sure, but there was nothing I could do about it if Clare had noticed the handset was there.

“Okay,” Jenna said. “See you again soon!”

“See you!” Carmen said, and hung up.

Jenna moved to where she was lying across the arm rests, her head sticking out of one side as the arm rest cradled her neck, and her butt pressed against the other arm rest. I moved to stand over her and lowered my tender, throbbing pussy to my sister’s mouth.

She began to tongue and kiss my pussy, smearing her face with the juices that had drenched me there. My clit was on fire as she made love to it. The throbbing increased its tempo, and soon I was mashing my pussy against Jenna’s face and shuddering from the orgasm that consumed me.

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Clare Cashion smiled as she replaced the receiver of the extension in her own room. When she was making love with Carmen, she had noticed her sister’s handset was on the bedside table. A small light indicated it was in use. She realized someone was listening in on what was happening, and she figured, rightly, that it was her little sister’s best friend, Jenna. She had hurried into her room and silently removed the handset from its base to listen in on what remained of the conversation.

She had been surprised that Jenna’s sister, Cheryl, had listened in as well. Clare heard the conversation and learned that Cheryl had helped Carmen seduce her. She also knew that Jenna was going to help Cheryl get off, maybe more than once, the older girl had said. However, the biggest thing was the news that Cheryl and Jenna did it with their mom. That was both very hot and very naughty.

The thought that she knew something like that about Cheryl and Jenna was almost enough to bring her to another orgasm. On the one hand, she owed Cheryl thanks for getting Carmen to go through with the seduction. Now, she would be enjoying her sister for many years to come. On the other hand, she was turned on to have something like this she could hold over Cheryl’s head.

Of course, Cheryl knew about her and Carmen. But she and Carmen didn’t have sex with their mom. It would be very bad for Cheryl’s entire family if that got out. Clare knew who Cheryl’s mom was — a famous porn actress — and Clare was certain that Cheryl would do just about anything to keep the incestuous relationship with her mom a secret. Clare thought she might even be able to have sex with the famous Kayleigh Katz!

As she lay there imagining the power she would have over Cheryl and her family, Clare smiled and thought to herself that blackmail could be a very good thing indeed.

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Gwen Fremont entered the bar and walked to the booth farthest from the door. The woman who waited there, Kinsey Harris, had known Cindy. They had worked together. It had taken some convincing to get Kinsey to meet with her, once she knew it wasn’t for a girl-girl date but to find out what she knew of Cindy and her life. Gwen sat in the booth across from Kinsey, making the call girl move to the other side of the booth so Gwen could face the door.

She took out a small pad of paper and marked the time and date. At the top of the page, she wrote Sleepy, the name of the character from Disney’s Snow White cartoon from the 40’s. She never used real names in her notes. The real names with their aliases were in her safe deposit box at the bank.

“Thanks for meeting me,” Gwen said to start the conversation.

The cocktail waitress came over to get Gwen’s order. “Hot chamomile tea,” she said before the waitress even got to the table, and the girl turned back toward the bar to fetch Gwen’s tea.

“Believe me, I wouldn’t if I knew something,” Kinsey said. “The fact is I don’t know shit about her disappearance,” She lit her cigarette, blowing the smoke in Gwen’s direction.

“Would you tell me if you did?”

“If it would make you disappear,” she answered.

“Okay, then, humor me. I’ve been hired to see if I can find out what happened to her.”

“Who hired you?”

“Just somebody.”

“She’s got family in Texas. They hire you?”

“There’s a good start,” Gwen said. “You see, I didn’t even know that much about her.”

“Well, I don’t know much more.”

“You two worked together?”

“Yeah, we sold shoes down at Macy’s.”

Gwen took a deep breath as the waitress arrived with her tea.

“No reason to turn into a smartass, okay?” she said. “I’m just doing my job just like you have to do yours. I’ll pay you for your time.”

“Yeah, that’s what you said when you called, but I ain’t seen shit yet as far as money.”

Gwen opened her purse and pulled out her wallet, removing three one-hundred-dollar bills. Kayleigh had given her money up front for expenses, plus 25% of her fee to be on retainer. She flashed the bills at Kinsey and reached under the table towards her, realizing the girl wouldn’t want any exchange of money to be seen by anyone curious enough to look over at them. Kinsey took the money and slipped the bills into her panties for safe keeping.

“If my bosses find out I talked to you, I might disappear, too. You know that, don’t you?”

“They won’t find out from me.” Gwen looked at Kinsey, and the girl visibly relaxed.

“Look, I’m sorry” Kinsey began. “I had a bad night. The truth is Cindy was a good person,” Kinsey said. “But she was turning tricks on her own time, and the guys we work for didn’t exactly like that.”

“The person who hired me said you work for Carl Lontano,” Gwen said.

Gwen noticed Kinsey stiffen some at the name. It surprised the girl that Gwen knew the real name of the person who was basically Kinsey’s pimp.

“Nah. I told ya. I work for Macy’s,” Kinsey said, but the humor was no longer there. Kinsey was now afraid. She puffed her cigarette and withdrew it from her lips, her fingers trembling noticeably.

Gwen looked at Kinsey and heaved a sigh. “Look, like I said, nobody will ever know you are the one who told me anything you tell me.”

Kinsey glanced down at the small notebook.

“I use aliases. I never put down a real name. That way, if someone finds this, they don’t know who told me what.”

Kinsey blew smoke out her nose. Fear welled up in her, making her heart speed up a bit. The funny thing about fear, though, was that it made Kinsey horny, and she felt her panties growing damp from the seeping moisture. “You sure you don’t wanna make a date with me? I swing both ways, you know.”

“Sorry, I don’t mix business with pleasure. Anyway–” Gwen stopped in the middle of her sentence.

“Actually, maybe I will. Is there a number to call to ask for you especially?”

“Sure.” Kinsey recited the number, and Gwen wrote it down in her notebook, but not the way a phone number would appear. She wrote the numbers in sequence as if she were adding the numbers together.

55 + 52 + 744 = 851

Of course, the last number, 851, meant nothing but the sum of the digits. It would throw anyone off the scent that this was a phone number: 555-2744.

Kinsey smiled. “Let me check my calendar.” She pulled it out and said, “I’m free Thursday from 9:30 to 11:30.”

Kayleigh, the woman who had hired Gwen, had said she suspected Mr. Lontano of “taking care” of Cindy. She hoped to use this number to reach him.

“Kinsey, I’m not actually going to make a date with you. I just wanted this number.” A thought occurred to her. “Is there another number, a more private one special people use sometimes?”

“Special people?” Kinsey asked, frowning at the news this lovely brunette wasn’t going to make a date. She was prettier than the usual women who called for her services.

“You know, high rollers, so to speak. People who give really nice tips.”

“Oh, nah. At our prices, everyone’s a high roller.”

Gwen smiled. She had suspected that, but wanted to be sure there wasn’t a second number where she would be more likely to find Mr. Lontano.

“When did you last see Cindy?” Gwen asked.

As Kinsey began to talk, Gwen felt something touching her leg. The next thing she knew, Kinsey had worked her bare foot up Gwen’s leg and was pushing her toes into Gwen’s pussy, massaging the softness there and producing quite a bit of moisture for her troubles.

Gwen looked at the girl. “I can’t pay you for this,” she said.

“You already paid,” Kinsey said. “Anyway, I think you’re pretty. Mostly I get these big dykes. Definitely not pretty.”

Soon, the girl had expertly slipped her toes through the leg-hole of Gwen’s panties and was masturbating the woman. As she approached her orgasm, Gwen leaned back and pushed her pussy toward the young girl with the talented foot. Gwen managed to prevent making any sounds as she climaxed. Nobody in the bar noticed.

Kinsey, who had quietly slipped a hand into her shorts and brought herself to orgasm at the moment Gwen had come, just smiled at her afterwards and said, “My mouth is better.”

Twenty minutes later, Gwen had more information on Cindy, but nothing definite that would crack it open, but she hadn’t expected that. As far as the quick sex went, Gwen looked at such things as perks to the job.

Getting into her car, Gwen headed downtown. She had another case she was working, and another person would be meeting her in a restaurant, this time a man, which didn’t interest Gwen that much. After that, she would have to go home and relieve the itch Kelsey had started and only barely scratched.

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Scouting for Girls, Chapter 5

  • Posted on May 6, 2016 at 3:55 pm

Affirmation

By eloquent delinquent

Mom and Sophie are out front still visiting on the driveway when Nicole meets them, and the two mothers have an awkward goodbye of their own. On the drive home, she and Mom don’t talk hardly at all. The ten year old is too wrapped up in her own thoughts. It takes her a while to notice that Mom is just as quiet and preoccupied as her. For a silly second, she wonders if Mom and Sophie have been girl-hearting, too.

At home, dinner whizzes by as well. Abbey teases her a bit about how distracted she is, but it’s only because her little sister wants attention. Soon, Mom and Auntie Roo are entertaining enough so that she leaves Nicole to her thoughts.

Auntie Roo’s real name is Ruth-Anne, but Abbey called her that when she was two and it stuck. Part of why Mom moved here was to be closer to her sister, who lives like half an hour down the coast with Uncle Dan but no kids. Mom considers Roo a hippie, like Cassidy’s mother, even though she doesn’t dress funny like Cassidy’s mom does, and she doesn’t live on a farm. She does computers and loves electronic gadgets. Either there’s something about hippies that Nicole doesn’t know, or Mom’s definition is a little broad.

Mom’s kinda taken aback when Nicole tells her about swimming with no clothes on, but Auntie Roo calls it ‘skinny dipping’ and seems impressed by her daring. Maybe that’s what makes her a hippie. Mom seems more concerned with what Katie and Mrs Greenberg thought, but telling her they weren’t upset seems to soothe her nerves.

Eventually Abbey wanders to the living room to watch TV, and Auntie Roo opens another bottle of wine and she and Mom go out to the porch to drink it while they watch the sunset. Nicole finally finds herself unsupervised, and she immediately heads for the bedroom she shares with Abbey, flopping on her bed with a great big sigh.

The memories of her day dance through her head, and as she recalls the sensations it’s like her body relives them, little thrills and shivers wash over her. Especially when she remembers being naked in the water or those kisses – oh god Lena kissed me, so cool! And so did Mrs Greenberg! – her skin seems to shimmer. And that soft, hot feeling under her skirt, the one that got her on the bike and shot through her when Lena’s lips were on hers, it hasn’t gone away. Remembering just wakes it back up again.

She’s never really thought much about her puss, except as the part you went to the bathroom with, but in the weeks she’s been hanging out with the Scouts, she’s felt compelled to think about it a lot. Jenny showed Nicole hers that first day, under the table at the market. And now she finds out that none of them wear panties at all when they’re dressed for Scouts. She can’t help but think about it. But what about them? By never having panties on, and being naked in front of each other like it’s no big deal, does that mean they think more about their girly parts? Or less?

It must be less, she decides, because if their little pusses felt the way hers did right now, they’d be too mixed up to ever get anything done. At this moment, like so many times today, hers feels swollen and tender and almost pulsing, and it’s almost like an ache but it doesn’t hurt. So weird. Is there something wrong with her?

She thinks, Well, it’s only a matter of flipping up your skirt to find out, haha, it’s not like you have any panties on! And then she’s reminded that oh geez, Hanna still has her panties. She’ll have to get them back before laundry day and Mom finding out. And she thinks about seeing Jenny’s naked muff all pink beneath her Forest Explorer skirt, and little Joy rucking up her dress to her waist revealing her bare body to her mother, and Fawn’s smooth crease next to her at the pool right there at face level, close enough to kiss and — oh my god why did I think that?!?!

That puffy, simmering ache-that-isn’t just gets stronger, and it occurs to her that obsessing like this means that somehow she likes it. And it’s plain to her now that she does. She was as happy in that pool as if she’d been in a room made of fudge cake. She’s fantasized about Lena snuggling and being affectionate, and seeing her nude body today only compelled her to get closer, wanting to touch, to feel her pale supple body in the water. She adores seeing Fawn and Cassidy flirt and smooch, and getting kissed (twice!) today was the most crazy happy thing she’s ever felt. If it leaves her muff feeling this way, maybe there’s a reason.

Her thought about how simple it’d be to look at her privates just keeps echoing even as she’s thinking of this other stuff. And now, almost without planning to, she’s pulling a couple pillows over to prop up her back. Once that’s done and she’s squished them enough to be comfortable, she parts her knees wide, the soles of her sneakers touched together, and reaches down to lift her green pleated skirt. It’s light and flips right up, revealing her bare, non-pantied puss to her curious gaze. It’s as smooth and petite as it ever was, but now it really does look a little puffy and bright pink. Not normal like the girls at the pool, but more like Jenny that first day, showing her under the table. A pink Nicole’s always thought of as a happy color, the pink of a birthday balloon or strawberry hard candy.

Did Jenny feel the way she does now?

On top of being all pink, her puss looks shiny, and the air hitting it now makes it tingle with the cool. How is she still wet? It can’t be from the pool. Oh no, did she pee a little?! At this point she’s so confused anything seems possible. She checks her skirt in a panic, but there’s no wet spot there, and none on her legs. So, wondering even more about herself, she reaches down with both hands to investigate. She wipes some of the wetness off her mound near the crease, and it’s so sensitive there that she goes, “unh,” and her hips twitch. The fluid is more oily than watery, and it’s left a sticky spot all around her girly area. As her fingers explore the insides of her thighs and the little valleys where her legs join her butt, she realizes how much there is.

While she’s doing this, the round base of one thumb accidentally brushes her crease, and her body’s response is so intense that she gasps and snatches her hand back. It takes a second to process the feeling. At first she thought she might be hurt, but as the sensation zings through her, it’s not like being hurt at all. It’s kinda the opposite!

Curiosity gets the better of her and she brushes her muff again, a little more deliberately, and this time there’s a surge of unprecedented but undeniable pleasure down there. And then it’s like more than just down there! It’s all over inside her, spreading like a tingly wave all the way to her scalp and the arches of her feet. And this time, she’s sure that she’s the source of the wetness. Between her legs, she is slick with something that isn’t pee.

With the lightest of touches, Nicole explores herself lower down where she can hardly see, slipping over the delicate folds of little lips that are only exposed because she’s parted her legs so wide. Each little touch and slide and press gives her more of those mysterious good feelings, a sparkle of blissful lightning that zips all through her. Getting a bit more comfortable with it, or maybe just wanting more, she runs a finger all the way along her slick little groove, and the wave of pleasure is so strong and wonderful.

She lifts her knees and tips her hips up. Her skirt flops onto her belly, her bare lower half lifted into the air, legs still spread wide, and now she can see what she’s touching a bit better. Who guessed her puss would suddenly be so fascinating? But it is, and she rests one hand on the inside of her little thigh, using her fingers to open up the crease. It makes a creamy sound as it parts, she is so wet and bright pink there! And it seems crazy even to think, maybe it’s just the sensations she’s having, but it looks so pretty to her right now.

Nicole starts touching inside the lips of her puss, in the hot wet pink of it, and it’s even more intense, even the daintiest of contact makes her quietly go, “ah, ah,” and she squirms a little from how sensitive she is. Breathing fast now and feeling hot all over, she gets bolder and cups her hand over her whole girly area. She sighs, her legs quiver, and her eyes slip shut. The warmth of her palm and the heat from her puss combine and trap the feeling there, making her glow with excitement. She’s can’t seem to catch her breath now, and feels damp sweat breaking out all under her blouse and socks.

She nestles her two middle fingers deliciously into her soft wet puss, and gives it just the fondest little squeeze. It’s amazing! Her thighs buck and her tummy clenches, forcing a happily surprised grunt out of her. Panting, she lets up the pressure and lets her body relax from that vivid shock of pleasure.

And as soon as she’s settled down, she squeezes again, getting the same blissful jerk as before, and this time her moan ends in a soft chuckle. This feels so good!

Nicole lays there for she doesn’t know how long, squeezing and jolting and contentedly unwinding only to repeat the joy. The sensation is pure pleasure and she can’t compare it to anything else she’s ever felt. She happily gives in to it. Her eyelids flutter, but they’re rolled up to the whites and she’s not really seeing anything. Her ten year old mind is matching images to the sensations she’s experiencing – each Scout undressing, Mrs Greenberg looking down on her, Fawn’s exposed muff, Hanna climbing dripping naked from the pool, Lena sliding against her, Lena’s mouth on hers – and she drifts in this dreamlike state of excitement.

That is, until she hears footsteps on the stairs and is whipped right back into reality. Her eyes snap open and look to the door, and in a panic sees that it got caught on some of Abbey’s things on the floor and is still about half open. She feverishly pulls her hands away from their sweet little treasure, flips her skirt back down, tries to sit up as her body tingles and protests.

It’s only as she focuses and gets her breath back that she realizes that the footsteps she heard were going downstairs and not up. Oh god, somebody was already up here! Did they see? Her face blazes in a furious blush as she imagines if Mom, or Abbey, or Roo saw her touching herself. Would she be in trouble? Was she doing something wrong? She’d never heard anyone even talk about doing this, or how good it felt. What if she’s a freak?

Nicole sits there, guiltily wringing her sticky hands, before she takes a deep breath and forces herself to go downstairs. When she gets there, Auntie Roo is getting ready to go, Mom is clearly a little woozy from the wine, and the combined goodbye hugs are just enough to tempt Abbey away from My Little Pony. Roo embraces Nicole, tells her again how smart she looks in the uniform, and gives her a peck on the cheek. But nobody seems to surprised to see her, or suspicious that she was gone for however much time that was. Everything’s normal.

It stays that way after Roo leaves, too. Mom seems really relaxed and a little out of it, so Nicole offers to be nice and do the dishes. The thanks Mom gives her for it is kind of over the top, so grateful it’s kinda stupid. She sits at their little kitchen table and watches as Nicole scrubs and rinses and racks them up. They had take-out, so they didn’t cook anything and there’s really not that much to do.

As she starts toweling them dry, Mom says to her back, “It’s quite a change, isn’t it?”

Nicole muses, “Yeah, but it’s good.”

She can practically hear Mom nod when she goes, “Mm-hmm.”

“So you like it too?”

“I think so. I’m still adjusting, that’s for sure, but there’s a lot here I’m starting to like. At first, it seemed so strange. But now, I think maybe I’ve been a little set in my ways. It’s kind of a challenge, being here, don’t you think?”

“I dunno. Everybody’s so nice. I mean, there’s a lot to learn and stuff, but if I can get in the Scouts, I think they’ll help and it’ll be… I dunno, better. Just, better.”

Plates and glasses clink for a moment before Mom says, “I think moving here makes me realize how grownup you are now. You’re not just a little girl, you’re a person with your own mind and needs and goals. I didn’t think anything good would come out of me and your Dad… you know. But now, it’s like it’s only made you more independent, stronger.”

She gets a pang thinking about the divorce, but she still hears what Mom’s saying. “Thanks.”

“Y’know, you’re getting to be that age when things are really gonna change, grownup things are going to start to leak into your life, little by little. And though I’m sure…” she slurs that word a little and corrects herself, “…certain, you can handle it, I want you to know, I’m here, right? If anything happens that makes you confused, or worried, or even scared, you can just ask me, okay?”

Nicole puts the last glass in the drying rack and turns, wondering where this came from, but still responds, “Okay.”

Mom’s face gets serious, “I mean it. Life is… well, really weird, so we have to look out for each other. Anything.”

The ten year old nods somberly, and she thinks she has to ask something, anything, just to show that she gets it. And she has such a welter of questions she wants to ask, so many mysterious things going on in her life and in herself that she could really use a clue about. But looking at Mom, having to confess this stuff to the most important person in her life, it’s so hard. It, like, catches in her throat, struggling equally hard to come out and stay hidden.

So she hangs the dish towel up, and while her back is still turned she shrugs a little and hesitantly forces out, “Can… you get a, a crush, like, on another girl?”

Mom chuckles, “Oh wow, yes. Yes you can. Can you ever.”

“Is that weird? Liking a girl that way, instead of a boy?”

“No. It’s fine, it happens all the time. Especially at your age.”

“What does that mean?”

“You’re just finding out about all these feelings, all these amazing, scary feelings, and they’ll come at you out of nowhere and feel really strong. Sometimes they’ll pass, sometimes they’ll stay. You should just let it happen. Getting to know your heart’s like learning to ride a bike. At first, you’re all wobbly, and you just try to figure out how to do it and not fall over. But later, you figure it all out and all you think about is where you want it to take you. Okay?”

Nicole feels relieved and amazed and thankful that her Mom is so smart, even if she is a little drunk. A bright smile crosses her face and she nods sharply, “Okay!”

“Good.” Mom wants to ask more, she can tell. Or maybe she wants Nicole to ask more. But talking about that was hard enough, it’ll have to do for now.

Mom seems okay with it.

For the next few days it’s like that, kinda normal but with this new kind of dimension opening up that’s totally new, as new as the town. It’s like in a book, where you start another chapter and you realize how much is different from where you began. She and Mom feel a little more like a… team? She feels more grownup, especially compared to Abbey who is so, like, seven, and Mom is treating her a bit different. Kind of respecting her.

She still worries about the Scouting thing. What if they don’t take her? Will she still be friends with the girls? It seems so awful to imagine losing them after everything was going so well, such a lonesome place, like where she was before she walked up to their cookie sale at the market. She doesn’t want to go back there.

And they’ve opened up a new chapter in Nicole. Without them, she never would’ve had these feelings, not just in her heart but in her body, too. Wow, it’s less like a chapter and more like a whole other book!

Call it, The Mystery of How Can This Feel So Good? And she solves it every time she can.

It’s crazy how obsessed she is with thinking about touching her muff, or actually touching it. She does it a couple of times a day. Now that she’s experienced those exquisite, gushy sensations, she wants them more and more. It’s almost like that time she ate a whole bag of Hershey’s Kisses, only better and without feeling gross after.

She’s squeezed down there when she’s in bed a few times, but last time Abbey groaned and sleepily murmured, “Are you okay?” And even though she was way past okay, she settled down and hadn’t since. Whenever she finds herself alone, she’s tempted, and usually she can’t resist, unbuttoning and unizpping and slipping a hand between her legs. It feels good to squeeze even over her panties, but it’s better to wriggle her fingers under the waistband and feel the damp, happy heat of her puss right against her hand. She wants more skirts now, though; she only has a couple, and the pants thing takes too long. She’s done it while she’s watching TV, or leaning back against the counter in the bathroom, even sitting at the kitchen table with Abbey right across from her, eating her Apple Jacks. The best is in the shower, though – it’s so hot and slippery and she’ll soap and soap until there’s this great mound of lather, suds sliding down the insides of her legs.

Squeeze, and release; squeeze, and release. Ah.

When she does it she has to be careful, because once she gets going she can’t think of anything else, the thrilling pleasure becomes everything, and all she wants to do. She feels like an animal maybe, like a dog that once you start rubbing its belly it never wants you to stop. And there’s something more, driving her to keep going, like she’s heading toward something but she never gets there or even knows where to go. She doesn’t even know if there’s anything to head for. It’s still a little frustrating, despite the bliss, because it feels like she’s never done. When she stops, it’s only minutes before she starts to consider when she can do it again.

That weekend, there’s two phone calls. Mom gets one Friday night, and when it rings late Saturday afternoon, Mom’s barely handed it to her before Lena’s yelling, “Nicki! Nicki! I’ve gotta see you can you come over?!”

Nicole doesn’t like that nickname but Lena’s so excited that she laughs, but has to say, “It’ll be dark soon and Mom’s making dinner, I don’t think I can ride that far this late.”

“Hmm,” Lena goes on the other end, and Nicole can envision her friend’s dark eyebrows knitted in that scheming look she gets sometimes. Then she asks, “Can you meet me at Pinewood Park?”

That’s a huge woody park about halfway between her place and Lena’s. It’s on a hill next to a golf course and covered in trails that runners and dog-walkers use. Lena’s showing her how all the paths join up together, but Nicole’s still learning her way around.

“It’s only for a few minutes,” Lena presses.

“I guess so, but where?”

“Do you remember how to get to the split rock?”

The split rock is this huge sandstone boulder, twice as tall as them, that’s kind of hidden off one of the side trails. It’s cracked down the middle wide enough for the girls to walk or ride through. There’s a whole bunch of ferns growing on the top and kinda down the sides and it makes a kind of canopy overhead. She puts the map together in her head and replies, “Yeah, I think so.”

“Meet me there!”

Nicole can’t possibly refuse, so a few minutes later, she’s leaning her bike against the split rock. Lena’s not there, and it’s very still. The cooling air smells woodsy and nice. The sun’s setting and there’s no clouds so the huge pines and cedars are just these massive shadows surrounded by blazing orange light. She muses, plucks at the hem of one of her two skirts, wonders if she’s got time to squeeze for a minute while she’s all alone here. The thought of seeing Lena again has her so excited, she’s tempted, but she decides not to. It’d be embarrassing to get caught doing it, even by her.

A few minutes Lena comes clattering up, wearing her daywear uniform for some reason. She just drops her bike and dashes over to Nicole, wrapping her in this hard, bracing hug so fast Nicole barely has time to hug back.

Lena pulls away and takes Nicole’s hand in both of hers. Her dark hair is loose, it’s the first time Nicole’s seen her that way, and it slides and drapes over the girl’s shoulder in this pretty, silky way. Lena just stares at her with a bright, expectant expression and says, “So?!”

“So what?”

The girl actually squirms when she clarifies, “So aren’t you excited?!”

It dawns on her what Lena might be telling her. “About what?”

“Didn’t Tender Katie call your mom last night? I heard my Mom saying that she did.”

“Yeah.”

“And aren’t they going to meet and talk?”

“Well yeah, on Monday night. Roo’s coming to babysit.”

Lena lets go of her hand. “Well? don’t you get it?! Katie talks one-on-one to all the moms right before the girls get sworn in. To let them know about everything we do, even the things we can’t talk about outside the troop.”

There! There it is, there were secrets all along. She knew it!

She tries to keep her cool when she asks, “Like what kind of things?”

Rolling her eyes, Lena says, “Then they wouldn’t be secrets! But it’s not giving it away if I said that not every mom lets their girl join after the talk. I heard my Mom saying that she wasn’t worried about your mom, though. She really likes her.”

Nicole takes this all in, but she’s still hung up on what Lena said before. “Oh, come on. Tell me one. One secret, just so I know what it’s like.”

“We’re really not supposed to. I already showed you girl-hearting.”

She turns on the charm. “But I came all this way just to see you. Pleeease?”

With a little pout, Lena folds. “Oh, okay, but just one. And you can’t ever tell I showed you.”

“I promise.”

“Okay.” She gets that scheming look again for a minute, then she perks up and tells her, “We can do the affirmation, that’d be all right.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s something we do at the start of our meetings on Fridays. Katie thought it up, just like girl-hearting. An affirmation is like this thing you tell yourself so that you can stay focused, and not lose sight of important stuff.”

“How does it go?”

Lena blushes enough that Nicole can see it, even as the sunset fades from orange to pink. “Well, it’s a little strange…”

“I don’t care. Show me.”

Lena shrugs in this you asked for it kind of way, and steps closer, almost as close as girl-hearting, and she says, “You don’t have to remember what to say now, just listen. You’ll have to memorize it later, though.”

Nicole nods, anticipating.

Setting her chin, Lena goes, “Okay,” and reaches out toward Nicole down low. Her hand tosses Nicole’s skirt up, reaches underneath, and in a second Lena’s fingers are snuggling between her legs, hand cupping her muff the way she does herself when she squeezes. Nicole gasps, stiffens in surprise at the contact.

“It’s all right it’s all right, don’t be nervous,” Lena soothes in a rush. “This is just how we do it.”

Do what?! Nicole thinks, her breath heaving. The sensation of Lena’s warm hand through her panties makes it nearly impossible to concentrate on anything else. Is she going to squeeze her? Does she do it too? Do ALL of them?? On some absurd level Nicole’s suddenly convinced that everybody knows she does it, and this is the start of her being mocked for being so bizarre.

Instead, Lena watches her face for a second before she says, “You have to pull your panties down, though.”

No panties in Scouts, Nicole thinks. Wasn’t that a secret, too? So after a second’s hesitation she does it. Lena moves her hand back just far enough so that Nicole can duck and slip them down to her knees. But as soon as she straightens Lena cups her puss again, and it’s just as hot and alarming and delicious as it was before. Oh god oh god, can Lena feel her getting wet?

Assuming a bit wider stance, Lena tells her, “Now you do me too.”

Wide-eyed, Nicole forces her hand to extend. She fluffs aside Lena’s green pleated skirt, and thrills as underneath it she skims her fingertips up the smooth warmth of Lena’s thighs. And when she reaches the top, she’s actually trembling to feel the silky heat of her bare little puss and it’s so so soft and amazing. She can’t believe she’s touching Lena like this. And as she wiggles her fingers along the tender flesh of her crease, cupping her palm over Lena’s mound, imitating her friend as best as her addled mind can manage, she’s astonished to feel that familiar puffy slickness between her friend’s legs. Lena shivers and lets out a breathy giggle to feel her down there.

Maybe she’s not the only freak, after all.

Lena’s eyes light up with every adjustment Nicole’s fingers make as she settles in. When that’s done, Lena tries to collect herself, chuffing out a little sigh. Nicole herself is trying hard to restrain the inexplicable urge her hips have to thrust themselves into Lena’s snuggling hand.

“Ready?”

Nicole thinks maybe she’s able to nod.

So then, with a tiny exciting wiggle of her hand down there, Lena tells her, “This is you. You’re a girl, and this is what makes you one. Others will expect you not to talk or even think about this part, the one so important to who you are. But we are girls, and we are Scouts. Within the comfort of this troop, we will experience and celebrate every part of being a girl. Together, we’ll share our joys and our secrets.”

Affirmation. Nicole’s green eyes stay open wide, her mouth open, a little slack. She’s stunned – by what she’s feeling, by what she’s just heard. She feels like a sky has cleared of clouds to show her the stars, and the constellations she might make of them. She isn’t the only one who’s discovered the hidden joy that waits between her legs, it’s all of them. All of them. And she’s so close to learning what they know but can’t tell.

Lena leans toward Nicole’s astonished face, foreheads touching, girl-hearting. Catching Nicole’s dazzled gaze, holding it, her dark hair streaming forward and draping them off from the outside world, Lena whispers, “There’s so much I can’t wait to do with you.”

She tries to think of something to say, but before she can she’s being kissed, hard, hungrily. Nicole feels like she might go up in flames, like there’s this live cable between where Lena’s lips are plushing against her mouth and where her hand tenderly captures the keen tingling heat in her muff. Their mouths open again, like before, and Lena’s kissing her so eagerly that Nicole’s head is tipping back, surrendering. And then she feels Lena’s tongue brush her own, and it’s electric! If she wasn’t pinned by her passion, she would pull back. But it brushes again, wet and hot and agile and so thrilling that her own tongue twitches and rises in response, seeking more of that feeling.

They tease tongues, sharing sharp breaths. Nicole’s fingers twitch excitedly against Lena’s sultry puss and the dark haired girl shivers and groans into Nicole’s mouth. Wow it’s so exciting to hear Lena make noises like that! Her ten year old body overloads with the circuit of pleasure they’ve created.

With one last, fervent press Lena ends the kiss, removes her hand, and steps back. She giggles breathlessly, shaking her head to clear it, her hair swishing around. Nicole tries to stop quivering, holding her hand gently to her tummy. She looks wonderingly at her friend.

“That last part doesn’t normally happen,” Lena says.

“The kissing part?” Nicole responds. “But I liked that part, a lot!”

Lena smiles, “Me too. But promise you won’t tell.”

“I already did. I super promise.”

“Okay.” For a second, it looks like Lena is going to approach her again, Nicole’s heart soars in anticipation, but then she starts to back reluctantly away, toward her bike. “I should probably go.”

“You sure?” Although Nicole can see the sunset fading just fine.

“Yeah,” Lena says apologetically. She rights her bike, climbs on. “Call me as soon as you find out, okay? Promise?”

“I promise,” Nicole assures. At this point she’d promise Lena anything. “See you tomorrow!” she calls as she watches her ride off, then ducks down and draws her panties back up, straightens her skirt. Ambling to her own bike, she touches her lower lip, pausing thoughtfully, then starts pedaling back down the trail.

She gets about three quarters of the way through the park, within sight of the street that ends the narrow trail, when she looks behind, sees no one in either direction, and swings off the path to the left, crashing through ferns and bushes for a few yards. Leaping off and carelessly dropping the bike, she scurries over to the largest cedar in sight and circles it, putting its massive trunk between her and the trail.

Backing up against its rough layered bark, Nicole sets her feet wide, and lifts her skirt with one hand while the other plunges into her panties. Closing her palm between her legs, fingers forming to the shape of her desperately excited muff, she squeezes, and lets out a shaky moan as all that bliss gushes into her body. She squeezes again and again, hardly pausing in between, the sensations carrying her away, reveling in the memory of what just happened with Lena. She can’t see the expression of almost pained ecstasy on her ten year old face, unaware of the quiet sobs that escape her as she pleasures herself. More than ever before, she senses in the thrilling wash of sensations that somewhere in her is an edge, a peak, and she struggles to reach it, the feelings getting stronger, winding her up, up.

Headlights sweeping the woods to her right, the sound of a car rushing past nearby, startle her out of her joy. Her head’s tipped back, scalp touching the cedar’s trunk. and opening her eyes she only sees the palest violet of light sketching the tangled boughs overhead. Although her hips pump enticingly, she forces herself to stop, heart pounding. She straightens out her clothes, brushes bark flakes off her rump and shoulders, and by the time she picks her way back to her bike, she’s almost breathing normally.

She walks back to the trail, sets the bike on it, and mounts. As she reaches the openness of houses and pavement, the ordered streets, the streetlights begin to flicker on.

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Mommy, Show Me How, Part One

  • Posted on May 5, 2016 at 12:52 pm

By Muffi

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in February 2010 }

I don’t know how long Mommy was standing there. I had been in my room, lying on my bed and rubbing my coochie. I’d just had that really nice, warm and tingly feeling rush through me, and my eyes were closed. I had my legs spread open, and my hands were still down there, kinda rubbing up and down slowly. Then I remembered that I was supposed to go over to Mindy’s house and I had to get dressed. When I opened my eyes, Mommy was standing in the doorway, staring at me, with her mouth kinda hanging open.

If I wasn’t so embarrassed, I would have started laughing, she looked so surprised and shocked. I kinda screamed, and tried to cover myself with my hands, but there’s too much of me and not enough of my hands. So I just rolled over on my tummy and yelled at her.

“Mommy!! You coulda knocked before you just walked into my room! Can I get dressed, please?”

I was embarrassed at being caught playing with myself, and I could feel my face turning all hot as I blushed.

“Oh, uh… Yes, I’m so sorry, Jenny. I should have knocked first. I’m so sorry, Sweetie.”

As she softly closed my bedroom door, I was thinking that she sounded kinda funny. Not mad or upset or anything, just… different. I couldn’t figure out what it was.

Before I got dressed, I stopped and looked at myself in the mirror for a minute. I don’t really like how I look. I’m skinny, and I don’t have any boobies yet. My face is sorta pretty, I guess, but not as pretty as Mindy. But I love my hair. It’s long, almost down to the bottom of my butt, and it’s really thick. It’s dark, dark red – Mommy calls it auburn – and it’s wavy. When I put it up in pony tails, I look like Sailor Moon with red hair. I think that’s pretty cool.

Anyway, I got some clean underpants out of my drawer and put them on, then dressed in my jeans and a tee shirt. I put my sneakers on, and then I couldn’t avoid it anymore, I had to go downstairs and face Mommy. Was she gonna be mad at me? I felt ashamed and embarrassed all over again, and I didn’t want to see her. I wished I could just sneak out of the house and not have to talk to her. I knew she was gonna say something about what she saw me doing.

I don’t know why I was so scared and embarrassed. I know all about good touch and bad touch, and how I can tell anyone not to touch me there if they ever try to. At school though, they never said anything about not touching myself. I figure if it’s okay to tell other people not to touch me there, it must be okay for me to touch myself there, right? Still though, I was embarrassed about being caught at it.

I don’t remember when I started touching myself like that. It seems like I’ve been doing it forever. It feels so good when I do it, and sometimes, I get this really amazing feeling that starts in my coochie and just shoots out all over my body. It doesn’t happen every time, but when it does it’s so cool! My belly gets all warm and tingly inside and my whole body shakes and I can’t even breathe hardly, and it’s like nothing else I’ve ever felt. I can’t even tell you how good it feels.

Embarrassed again, I sighed, and started downstairs to face Mommy. I started blushing before I even reached the top of the stairs. How was I even gonna be able to look at her after what she saw me doing?

I went into the kitchen to get a soda, and Mommy was there getting things ready for supper. I couldn’t look at her, or talk to her, so I just got my can of soda and sat down at the table. She wasn’t saying anything to me at all; in fact, she looked embarrassed too, when I snuck a look at her. But she didn’t seem mad. She never gets mad at me, not really. I don’t know why I was scared she would be. I guess it’s cuz I thought I was doing something wrong that I had to hide from her. All of a sudden, my idea that since no one said anything about touching myself meant it was okay didn’t sound like such a good argument anymore.

Finally, looking at the floor, I just asked her. “Mommy? Are you mad at me?”

Mommy came over and sat down with me at the table.

“Of course I’m not mad at you, Jenny! Why on earth would I be mad at you?”

“Well… cuz…” I faltered, “Cuz of, you know… Cuz of what you saw me doing. I didn’t mean to be doing anything wrong, Mommy, honest!”

She was quiet for a minute, and then she said, “Oh, Jenny. Baby, you weren’t doing anything wrong, do you hear me? There is nothing wrong with you masturbating. That’s something that everyone does.”

Masturbating… I played with that word in my head for a minute, and then said, “Is that what I was doing? Mas… masturbating?”

Suddenly I was interested.

Mommy laughed quietly. “Yes, Baby. That’s the technical word for it. You were playing with yourself. Or getting yourself off. But yes, the proper word for it is masturbating. And there’s not a thing in the world that’s wrong with it. You weren’t hurting anyone, all you were doing was making yourself feel good. Like I said, it’s something that everyone does.”

She looked straight into my eyes for a minute, and then she said, “I guess I should have talked to you about these things a long time ago. You’re a very grown up girl for your age. In some ways I think you’re ten going on twenty. You being so embarrassed and ashamed today is mostly my fault for not explaining these things to you before.”

Suddenly I felt like I could fly! She wasn’t mad at me! And what I was doing wasn’t wrong! That must mean it was okay for me to do it whenever I wanted to!

“Does that mean it’s okay for me to do it whenever I want to, Mommy? I mean, I can just go do it any time?”

Mommy laughed again. “Yes, Baby, but remember, it’s just like anything else. You only get to play after you take care of business. That means school work and chores first, then you can go play. But yes, essentially, if you feel like masturbating, there’s nothing wrong with it.”

“Cool!” I grinned at her.

“And Jenny? I want you to remember some things, okay? First, masturbating isn’t something that you do publicly, it’s something that’s done in private, or only with someone you love and care very much about. Second, I promise that from now on, I’ll knock before I come in your room, okay? You’re old enough that you should be able to have some privacy there. It’s your room, after all. It’s not right for me to just barge in on you whenever I want to.”

Suddenly, I was focused on two things that she had said.

“How do you do it with someone else, Mommy? Do you mean that it’s like sex?”

I think that kinda surprised her, cuz she looked at me strangely for a minute.

“Well, in a way, yes, it is like sex,” she said. “When two people have sex, it’s properly called “making love.” And masturbating is sort of making love to yourself, really. And just what would you know about sex?”

“I know that boys don’t have vaginas, they have a penis, and when you have sex, the boy puts his penis inside your vagina. I think that’s kinda gross. I wouldn’t want a boy putting his wiener in my coochie!”

Mommy smiled. “Believe me, Baby, one day, you’ll change your mind about that.” She hesitated for a second. “Or not. One never knows, really.” She got a kinda far away look in her eyes for a minute, then she looked at me again. “But whether you do or not, always remember that it’s your body, and you are the one who gets to choose who you share it with.”

I just had to know. “Mommy, you said that it’s something everyone does, right? So, does that mean you do it, too?”

She blushed a little. “Well, first of all, young lady, that’s a very personal question. You don’t run around asking people if they masturbate, okay? But if you must know, yes, I masturbate.” In a whisper she said, “Too often, actually…”

I didn’t know what that meant, but I figured I better not ask her. I had one more question for her, anyway. “Mommy, why were you so embarrassed when you saw me today? You looked so shocked, and that’s why I thought maybe you were mad at me.”

“Honestly, Baby, that’s something I’d rather talk to you about later, after I’ve had time to think about it myself. Is that okay?”

I nodded, even though I wanted to know right then.

“Good. We can talk about it later on when you get home from Mindy’s, okay? We’ll talk over dinner. Now, you should scoot, or you’re not going to have any time to play before suppertime.”

She leaned forward, and kissed my forehead. “I love you, baby girl.”

I smiled at her. “I love you too, Mommy. I’ll see you later.”

“Supper is at six, Jenny, so be home in time to eat,” she yelled as I was running out the door.

“I will!”

I went to my best friend Mindy’s house, feeling better about what happened. But when I got there, I couldn’t stop thinking about talking to Mommy, and what she saw me doing. Mindy kept asking me if I was okay, and I finally told her that I didn’t feel good, and maybe I should just go home. Finally, I did tell her that I felt really sick, and I was gonna go back home. I didn’t tell her about what happened, I’d die if Mindy knew what Mommy caught me doing. Even though Mommy said that everyone does it, I still couldn’t picture Mindy doing something like that.

When I got there, Mommy was surprised to see me so early. I told her I wasn’t having much fun, and I just wanted to be home with her tonight. She smiled, and I helped her make supper. Pancakes! I’d forgotten that it was Friday, and it was pancake night. And that meant that Mommy didn’t have to work, and I didn’t have school for two days, and we could just spend the weekend together. For some reason, I felt really close to Mommy after we’d talked earlier.

So anyway, we ate our pancakes and bacon, and I ate so much I thought I was gonna explode. We were sitting at the table, and all of a sudden I burped. It the hugest burp ever, too, it went on and on, and it was so loud it echoed in the kitchen!

Mommy got this shocked look on her face, and yelled, “Jenny!!” and all I could do was start giggling. It was the burp, and Mommy’s face, it was just too funny, and I couldn’t help it, I got a case of the giggles so bad! Mommy was laughing, too, and when we finally started to quiet down, she said, “Little piggy!” and that just set us off again laughing.

We finally settled down, though, and I got up and cleared off the table. I rinsed off all the dishes and put them in the dishwasher, and then put away everything that needed to go in the refrigerator, and then wiped the table. That’s my chore every day. I do the dishes and clean up after supper.

All of a sudden I had a thought. I looked at Mommy, and grinned. “You did say after I take care of business, right Mommy? When my chores are done?”

I was kinda surprised at her reaction. At first she looked confused, and then she got it, and then she looked kinda… I don’t know, strange. Finally she took a deep breath, and smiled at me. “Yes, Baby, that’s what I said,” she answered. “But you don’t need to go announcing it, either. It’s something private, okay? But if you want to, yes, by all means, be my guest.”

I skipped out of the kitchen, my pony tails swinging back and forth, and ran up the stairs to my room. I closed the door, and rushed to take off all my clothes. I’ve played with my coochie with my clothes on, but for some reason, it’s not the same. I don’t know why, but it feels so much nicer when I’m naked.

A little while later, when I came back downstairs, Mommy was on the couch watching television. She just smiled at me, and kept watching her show. I was frustrated, cuz when I was playing with myself, I couldn’t get that really awesome feeling that I like so much. I mean, it felt good. It always feels good when I rub my coochie. But I couldn’t get that feeling that leaves me all limp and tingly and warm inside.

I decided to take my mind off it and push her to tell me why she was so embarrassed when she caught me earlier that day. Usually when she says, “Later,” it means sometime in the next couple of weeks, but I figured it was later now than when we talked earlier, so I could at least try to get her to tell me.

“Mommy?”

“Hmm?” She was still watching her show.

“Can we talk now?” I asked. “You said earlier that you’d explain why you got embarrassed when you saw me playing with my coochie today. Will you tell me why?”

All of a sudden she looked nervous or something. She bit her bottom lip, and her hands kinda twisted together, and she looked down at her lap. “Baby, I don’t know if you’re quite ready for me to tell you about that yet.”

That just made me mad.

“But Mommy, you said that me being embarrassed about you seeing me was mostly your fault for not talking to me about that stuff. About sex stuff. And I don’t get why you were embarrassed, that’s all. I mean, you’re a girl and I’m a girl, so it’s not like you don’t know what I look like naked. And you even said that you do it too, and that I shouldn’t be embarrassed about doing it. So why were you embarrassed about seeing me? And besides, you always tell me that we should talk more, and now you won’t talk to me. It’s not fair!”

I put a pout on my face and glared at her.

She just sat there for a minute, staring at me with a really funny look on her face. Then she took a deep breath, and it sounded kinda shaky. She asked me if I wanted to go get myself some iced tea, cuz this might take a while. So I got up and went to the kitchen and poured a glass of tea. Mommy came in, too, and she opened the cupboard and took out her bottle of whiskey that she hardly ever drinks, and poured some into a glass for herself with some ice. I went back in the living room, and she followed me a minute later with her drink and her old pack of cigarettes – she hardly ever smokes, either, only when she’s really upset, mostly. Now I was getting nervous.

Mommy put her drink on a coaster on the coffee table, and pulled a cigarette from the pack she had and lit it. I don’t like cigarettes, they stink, but I decided to not say anything tonight. She took another sip of her drink, and then she looked at me for a second, and then looked back down in her lap again, like she couldn’t look me in the eye or something.

“Baby, I was more ashamed today than I was embarrassed,” she said. “I was ashamed of myself.”

I didn’t get that at all. “Ashamed? What were you ashamed of?”

She took another deep breath. “I was ashamed because of the things I was thinking and feeling, Baby.”

Now I was even more confused. “Mommy, I don’t understand. Why would you be ashamed? What were you thinking?”

“God,” she said, “How do I explain this to you? I’m afraid you’re going to hate me, Baby, and I couldn’t stand it if that happened.”

“Hate you? Mommy, I couldn’t hate you! I mean, I get mad at you when you don’t let me get my way sometimes, but I don’t hate you. I could never hate you!.”

“Okay, Baby. Let me go back a while here for you,” she said. “I just need you to listen to me for a little while, okay? Will you do that, and wait until I finish before you say anything?”

I nodded. “Okay.”

“You know that your father left me when you were just a baby. And for whatever reason, he’s decided that he doesn’t want anything to do with either one of us. Me, I understand, but I don’t understand why he hasn’t ever tried to see you. But as far as I know, you’re okay with that, at least right now.”

“You also know that I haven’t had very many boyfriends since then. Yes, I date sometimes, but not often, and I don’t want a man in my life again, at least, not for now. And maybe never, I don’t know.”

She took another deep breath. “But there’s some things that you don’t know, too.”

“You know those times when I say it’s going to be a “girl’s night out,” and there will just be a bunch of girls going out to have some fun? Well, it’s a girl’s night out, but it’s not a party. When I do that, I’m going out on a date with another girl. See, that’s why your father left me. He couldn’t accept the fact that I like men and women just as much, and in the same way.”

She didn’t say anything for a few seconds, and when I started to open my mouth, she held up her hand for me to stop.

“Let me finish, Baby. Today, when I walked into your room, you were lying on your bed with your hands between your legs. Your eyes were closed, and you had this look of pure, innocent bliss and joy on your face. You looked so beautiful it almost broke my heart watching you. I… I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I must have stood there for five minutes just watching you. I hated myself, but I stood there, watching you, and when you started to come…”

Come? I stuck that away to ask about later…

“Oh, Baby… All I wanted to do was to climb into bed with you and make love to you. I had to force myself to keep my hands out from between my legs. Seeing you like that… It excited me so much… I was ashamed of myself, and I’m still ashamed, because you’re a little girl. You’re ten years old, and I shouldn’t be thinking about you like that. I’m even more ashamed because you’re my daughter – you’re my little girl – and all I was thinking about was the fact that I wanted nothing more than to crawl up on your bed and touch you, kiss you, stroke you, and be the one to make you feel what you were feeling.”

Mommy took another deep breath. Finally, she looked up into my eyes. “I’m finished now, Jenny,” she said. “If you don’t want to talk to me about this anymore, it’s okay. And I promise, I’ll never let this happen again. I’ll never allow myself to think of you like that ever again.”

I didn’t know what to say, but I didn’t want Mommy to know that, so I decided to talk about a couple of other parts first. “Mommy? You said something about when I started to come. What does that mean?”

Mommy looked surprised. “Uhm, coming, you know? When you had an orgasm.”

I didn’t know that word, either. “Orgasm? What’s that?”

“Oh, Baby, I really have left you to fend for yourself here, haven’t I? An orgasm is… It’s… You know that feeling you get at the very end, when your whole body just goes stiff and tense, and it feels so very, very good? That feeling is called an orgasm. Or, some people call it ‘coming.’ There’s a few terms for it, actually.”

I kind of played with that word for a minute in my head, too… Orgasm… I decided I liked it, and it was nice to have a word now for something that felt so good.

I sat there for a minute, and then I looked at her again. She was smoking another cigarette, and taking a sip from her drink. “Mommy, does that mean you’re gay? I mean, cuz you like girls that way, too?”

“No, Baby. Actually, the correct term is “bisexual.” That means that I like men and women both that way.”

I was kinda scared to ask this next part, but I had to. “Mommy, they tell us at school all the time that adults who like kids that way are child molesters. Someone called them pedo… Pedo-something. And they said that they’re bad people who want to hurt kids. So, you thinking like that about me, does that mean you’re a child molester?”

“The word you’re looking for is pedophile, Baby. Honestly, I’ve never given it a thought before today. And it’s something that I have to do a lot more thinking about before I figure it out. But I can promise you this: I’m not a child molester. A child molester is someone who forces a kid to do something against their will. I could never do that. I’ve never even had sexual thoughts about kids before today. You’re the first. That’s what I’m so ashamed of. But one thing that I do know, Jenny, beyond any doubt. I love you with all my heart and all my soul. I would die for you, Baby, without a second thought. And I would never, ever do anything to hurt you in any way. I’ve tried to teach to you be honest all the time, and that’s why I decided that I needed to tell you what I felt today, and what I was thinking. I’ll always be honest with you, and I hope you know that you can do the same with me.”

I sat and thought for a minute. And I kept coming to the same idea. “Mommy, does mean that you like me? I mean, do you like me like me? Like, do you like me like you’d like a boyfriend or a girlfriend?” Even when I was saying it, it sounded stupid, but I couldn’t figure out how to ask her.

She laughed, and I smiled at her. I was glad she was little less nervous now. “Wow, Baby. That’s a lot of liking going on in that sentence.”

I felt myself blush.

“Aw, don’t be embarrassed, Sweetie. I’m just picking on you. I guess the most honest answer to that question is that I would like to like you like I would like a girlfriend.” She grinned. “Oh, God, now I’m doing it, too. But it would be completely wrong for so many reasons, Baby. You’re a little girl, and I could get in so much trouble if anyone thought that we were like girlfriends. And you’re my daughter, and parents just shouldn’t think about that kind of relationship with their children.”

“Mommy, I am not a child. I’m ten years old. And you said it yourself earlier: Sometimes you think I’m ten going on twenty. So please stop acting like I’m a little girl who can’t hear this, okay?”

I could see her trying not to laugh, but I didn’t get mad about it.

“I’m going to go take a shower and get my pajamas on and get ready for bed, okay? I’ll be down in a minute.”

The truth was I had a lot to think about, and I wanted to just kinda figure out how I felt about it all. Actually, I felt kinda good knowing that Mommy liked me that way, although I wasn’t sure why.

I stood up and went to give her a hug before I went upstairs. While I had my arms around her neck, I whispered in her ear. “I still love you, Mommy. Nothing you say could ever make me hate you.”

When I started up the stairs, I looked back at her, and she had tears on her face. I don’t know why, but I don’t think she was sad. I think she was happy.

I hurried through my shower, washed my hair, and brushed my teeth, even though I knew I’d probably have to brush them again. I was pretty sure I’d still be up for a while, and I’d want something to eat. I kept thinking about that last part Mommy had told me,, about how she’d like to like me like a girlfriend. For some reason, that made me feel kinda funny inside, and made my coochie get that warm, tingly feeling. I kept having little daydreams, like little pictures in my head, doing things that people do when they’re in love. I felt a shiver run through my body.

In a way I felt kinda weird. Lots of the kids at school made fun of people they called “dykes” or “fags.” I never did that, and I didn’t get it, either. I didn’t see what was wrong with liking someone who was the same sex you are. But now that it was me, I mean, now that another girl wanted to like me like that, even though it was Mommy, it felt kinda weird but really nice, all at the same time. I don’t know why, but I really liked the idea. I wondered if that meant that I was gay? And then I decided that it if did mean that, I didn’t care, cuz it was the nicest feeling I’d ever had.

I finished cleaning up the bathroom, and got my pajamas on. When I got downstairs, Mommy had changed into her pajamas, too, and she was sitting on the couch watching television. She still had her drink, but it was the same one, and she had put her cigarettes away. I figured that meant she had calmed down a little bit, and she wasn’t so nervous now.

I handed her my brush that I’d brought with me and grinned at her, and then sat down on the floor in front of her with my back against the couch. I told you my hair is really long, and it feels so nice to have someone else brush it for me, especially right after I wash it. I heard Mommy sigh, not a mad sigh, but kind of a happy little sigh, and then she scooped up all my hair with her hand and laid it in her lap, and started to brush it for me. It felt so nice to be sitting there, close to her, while she brushed my hair. When she got near the top, close to my head, I could feel her fingers touch my neck now and then, and it made me kind of shiver inside each time.

When she finished, I gathered up all my hair and pulled it forward over my shoulder so it was hanging down in front of me on one side, then I laid my head against her knee and just sat there with her. I felt her fingers kind of stroking the side of my head now and then. It was really nice. I felt so close to her right then, and I didn’t want it to end. I wanted to feel close to her like that all the time. I put my arms around her lower leg, and just sat there, hugging her leg lightly, with my head resting just above her knee. I closed my eyes.

“Mommy?” I heard myself say. “Just so you know, it’s okay. I mean, what you told me about what you were thinking and feeling today. I don’t mind it. I mean, I like that you thought that and felt that way about me. It makes me feel good. And it’s not like you’d ever do anything to hurt me, I know that. So don’t worry, okay?”

I heard her take a deep breath. She didn’t say anything for a minute. When she did, she sounded almost sad. “Oh, Baby. Where did you get so much wisdom at such a young age?”

I didn’t say anything. I just stayed there, enjoying being close to Mommy like this. I had all these thoughts and pictures kinda flashing through my head, and I started to get really curious.

“Mommy?”

“Yes, Baby?”

Her fingers were still kinda absently stroking my hair. A couple of times, they brushed the side of my neck, and for some reason, that sent this really nice, shivery kinda feeling through me.

“What’s it like?” I asked her.

“What’s what like, Baby?”

“What’s it like doing it with another girl? I mean, is it different than with a boy?”

Her fingers stopped moving for a minute, and then she started stroking my hair again. I felt her take a deep breath. “Uhm, well, yes, it is different. It’s… I don’t know, nicer, I think. Girls are gentler, and they’re softer than guys.” She kinda giggled. “And girls are prettier, too.”

I didn’t move, I just stayed right where I was, cuz I didn’t want her to stop touching my hair and my neck.

“But, how do you do it with a girl? I mean, I know how you do it with a guy. Well, I understand how to do it, anyway, even if it is pretty gross. But girls don’t have a wiener, so I mean, how can you do it?”

“Well, there’s lots of ways. Girls can touch each other the same way you touch yourself when you masturbate. They can use their mouths and tongues on each other. And they can use toys.”

I was shocked! Girls use their mouths? And I didn’t understand what she meant by using toys, either.

“Mommy, that’s disgusting! They use their mouths on each other? You mean, you put your mouth on a girl’s coochie?”

Mommy laughed quietly. “Yes, Baby, that’s exactly what they do. But believe me, it’s not in the least bit disgusting. It’s very nice, and it feels very, very good.”

She was still stroking the side of my head, touching my hair and my neck and giving me that shivery feeling. But now her hand was shaking a little bit, and I heard her sigh really deep. I got up off the floor, even though I didn’t want it to stop, and sat next to her on the couch. She was sitting at one end of the couch, and I turned so my back was to her, then I lay down with my head in her lap, the back of my neck resting on her thigh. I felt one hand come around the top of my head, and she started touching my hair again, stroking it lightly. I sighed.

“Mommy, what did you mean that girls use toys? What toys do you use?” I was mystified, trying to picture some way that you could use a Barbie to touch your coochie.

“Well, have you ever touched yourself with anything besides your hand, Baby?” I shook my head, still confused. “No? Well, you can use things to touch yourself, you know. You can lay on your tummy and have a pillow or a stuffed animal between your legs and rub up against it. Also, you can buy special toys that are made to help with having sex.”

I felt her take another one of those shaky breaths, and I noticed that her hand was still kinda shaking, too.

I just lay there, kinda trying to digest this. I was starting to feel kinda tingly between my legs, and I had a familiar flutter in my tummy. Mommy’s hand touching my hair felt so nice, and I closed my eyes, just enjoying her touch.

“Mommy, do you have any of those special toys?”

“Uhm, yes, Baby, I have a few of them.”

She sounded funny, so I opened my eyes and looked up. Mommy was blushing! She looked so pretty, but I thought it was kind of funny, too. I closed my eyes again so she wouldn’t see me staring.

“Will you show them to me, Mommy? Please?”

“Jenny, I don’t think that’s a good idea. I… I just don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Please, Mommy? I just want to see them. Please, please, please, please, please?” Now that I’d heard about this, I was so curious. I couldn’t imagine what a toy for having sex would even look like.

“Jennifer Leigh, no. That’s not a good place for me to go with you right now.” Mommy’s voice got very quiet. “Not until I sort all of this out in my head.”

When Mommy calls me “Jennifer Leigh,” I know to stop pushing her. So I didn’t say anything else, I just laid there for a minute. Then I reached up and touched her hand, the one that was stroking my hair. I heard her suck in a deep breath and I could feel that her hand was shaking.

It was still early, only about 9:00 o’clock, and since it was Friday, I could stay up as late as I wanted to. Mommy lets me stay up late on Friday, even until I fall asleep in the living room if I want. So I knew I could lay like this with her all night if I wanted to. And I wanted to.

There were so many things whirling around in my head. All the things that we had talked about were kinda making me feel dizzy inside. But I kept coming back to the idea that Mommy wanted to like me “that” way, like a girlfriend. I kept thinking about that, about having a girlfriend, then about what it would be like to have Mommy be my girlfriend. The idea made that tingly, warm fluttery feeling come back in my coochie and my belly. I could feel it, and I could also feel myself getting kinda damp between my legs. That usually only happened when I was playing with my coochie, never from just thinking about something. I pulled my legs up so my feet were close to my butt, and then I couldn’t help it, I kinda squirmed my butt down into the cushion. I wanted to touch myself, but I knew if I did, Mommy would make me go to my room to do it. I didn’t want to go to my room, I wanted to stay here with her.

The more I thought about the idea of being Mommy’s girlfriend, the more I liked it, and the more I could feel that tingle. I kept thinking about it, and finally, I looked up at Mommy. She was still stroking my hair, but she wasn’t looking at me. She was kinda looking off at nothing, like she was lost in her own thoughts.

My Mommy is so pretty. Her hair is kinda like mine – it’s red, too, but it’s more the orange kinda red than mine is. And it’s really long, too, but not as long as mine. Mine comes down to my butt, but hers only comes down to her waist. She was wearing her pajamas, but I could still see her boobies under her top. Her boobies aren’t really huge, but they’re really round, and I could see her nipples kinda poking through her pajamas. Her waist is really small, and her hips come out in really nice curves. And she has a bubble butt, although I couldn’t see that, cuz she was sitting on it. It had been like forever since I saw her with no clothes on, but all of a sudden, I wanted more than anything to see her naked. I don’t why, I just did, but I knew I shouldn’t ask her. I couldn’t figure out how to ask her, really.

Compared to Mommy, I look like a boy, even though I have really, really long hair. I don’t have any boobies, and my hips just go straight down from my waist to my legs. I guess my butt is okay, but it’s kinda small. It’s not nice and round like Mommy’s is. All of a sudden I felt embarrassed again that Mommy had been watching me, cuz I know I don’t have a pretty body. How could she want to like me like a girlfriend when I’m built like a boy?

I rolled over on my side, so I was facing Mommy’s stomach, and kinda curled up. All of a sudden I realized that my face was just a few inches away from her coochie. I froze for a minute, afraid she was gonna make me move or something. But she didn’t, she just kept stroking my hair, so I relaxed. Even though I couldn’t see anything cuz she had her pajamas on, I laid there staring at her coochie, and that tingle in my tummy kept getting stronger. I kinda sighed, and when I did, I caught a smell. Not a bad smell, it was nice, but I wasn’t sure what it was. It was almost like an animal smell, but nice. It took me a minute to figure out that it was coming from Mommy, and then I figured out that it was coming from between her legs.

Oh my God! It was her coochie I could smell! It smelled kinda like mine, but it was stronger. I’ve smelled my own on my fingers after I play with myself, but it was always just a faint smell. This was strong, and it made me feel kinda dizzy when I took a deep breath. I liked it – I felt a sharp little feeling stab through my coochie and into my belly, and I shivered all over one time. I tried to make myself relax, cuz I didn’t want Mommy to make me move. I wanted to lay here and breathe in the way she smelled all night long.

The more I thought about it, the more I knew I had to try and convince Mommy to let me be her girlfriend. I mean, she loves me, right? And I love her. And I already knew that you should make love the most important thing when you have sex with someone. I knew Mommy was never gonna leave me, and I knew I wasn’t gonna leave her, either. I knew we’d be together always. Besides, she had told me earlier that I’m the one who gets to choose who I share my body with. And I wanted to share it with Mommy.

Then I had a moment of doubt. “Lesbian” is a dirty word at school. I wondered if wanting to share my body with Mommy made me a lesbian.

“Mommy? If I want to share my body with another girl, does that make me a lesbian?”

“Well, that depends, Baby. If you only ever want to have sex with other girls, then yes, I guess that would make you a lesbian. If you decide you want sex with boys or girls, then that would make you bisexual, like me. But you know what? It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter who you choose to share yourself with. If it turns out that you’re a lesbian, you’re also still Jenny. Being a lesbian would only be a small part of who you are as a person.”

Satisfied, I snuggled down and relaxed, and kinda snuck my face a little closer to her coochie, so I could keep breathing in the way she smelled.

I kept thinking about the idea of Mommy being my girlfriend, and me being hers. The more I thought about it, the warmer I felt inside, and the more I felt that tingle in my coochie. My tummy was doing little flip-flops. Finally I couldn’t stand it anymore, I had to talk to her about it. I sat up and turned around, and sat next to her, right up against her side, and I pulled her arm around me. Her hand was hanging down in front of me now, and I took it in both my hands and held it while I snuggled up against her side. She was so soft and warm, and I didn’t ever want to let her stop holding me.

“Mommy?”

I was scared, really scared, but I had to ask her. I had to talk to her about it or I was gonna go crazy.

“Do you remember earlier when we were talking, and you said that what was bothering you was that you think you want to like me like your girlfriend?”

She sighed. “Yes, Baby, I remember.”

“Well, why can’t we be like that? I mean, what’s so wrong if we want to be each other’s girlfriends? We love each other, right? So what’s so wrong about us being girlfriends that way?”

“Well, we are girlfriends, Baby. We’re the best friends in the world.”

I pretended to get mad. “Mommy! I asked you not to treat me like a child! You know what I mean. Why can’t we be like real girlfriends? Like, kiss each other, and hold hands and just be together, and have… I mean, make love? What’s so wrong about that?”

She pulled her hand out from mine, and held it against the side of my head, stroking my hair again. I shivered, it felt so nice when she touched me like that. “Baby…”

I heard the clink of the ice in her glass when she took another sip of her drink, and I heard her digging into her purse for her cigarettes again. Three cigarettes in one night was a lot for Mommy to smoke. But I still didn’t say anything about it. I felt her take a deep breath as she slid her arm around me again, and held me up close to her side. I could feel her booby against the top of my arm. It felt so nice, soft and warm, and I started wanting to touch it with my hands. I didn’t though. I just sat there waiting for her to start talking again.

“Jenny, it would be wrong because I’m your mother, and you’re my daughter. If we had that kind of relationship, it would be what’s called “incest,” and it’s a crime. It’s even more of a crime because you’re only ten years old, and I’m not trying to treat you like a child. That’s just the law. The law says that you aren’t old enough to make the decision to have sex with a grown up yet. If anyone were to ever find out, Mommy could go to prison for a very long time. And I don’t think I could stand to be away from you for that long, Baby.”

I thought about this for a minute. “Okay, but if it wasn’t against the law, would you want to? I mean, do you like me the way you’d like a girlfriend, but you can’t do anything cuz it’s against the law?”

Mommy sighed again. “Baby… If it was legal, I can’t think of any girl in the world that I’d rather have for my girlfriend. You are such a beautiful, sexy little girl. And if I could, I would be proud to call you my girlfriend.”

I felt another shiver run through my body. Mommy does like me that way!! She’d like me to be her girlfriend, and she’d like to be mine! My whole body felt warm, and I knew I was probably blushing, but I didn’t care. It wasn’t cuz I was embarrassed, it was cuz I felt so happy.

I was still holding her hand in both of mine, in front of my chest, and she leaned down and kissed the top of my head three times.

“I think the law is just stupid, Mommy,” I said. “You said it yourself. I’m the one who gets to choose who I share my body with. And it’s not like you’re trying to make me do something I don’t want to do. I want to do it. I want to share my body with you, not anyone else. It’s just stupid, and it’s not fair.” I was pouting, and I knew it, but I didn’t care.

Mommy sighed, and moved her hand up to stroke my hair again, pulling my head against her booby. “I guess maybe it is stupid, Baby. But it’s still the law.”

She didn’t say anything for a minute, and I could feel her breathing lifting my head slowly up and down. “I love you so very much, Baby. Just always remember that, okay?”

Neither one of us said anything for a few minutes. It was driving me crazy cuz it just wasn’t fair! Finally, I moved again. I got up on my knees, and I moved so that I could put my forehead against hers. We do that sometimes. We put our foreheads together, and then the tips of our noses just barely touch, and we stare at each other’s eyes until one of us starts to giggle. I’m usually the one who giggles first. This time, though, I just stared into her eyes for a minute, and then I kissed her.

It wasn’t like a little pecking kinda kiss, either. I tried to make it a romantic kiss, but I don’t think I was doing very good, cuz, well, I’ve never kissed anyone that way before. I just pressed my lips to hers, really softly, and then I closed my eyes. I felt her take a really fast, deep breath, and I felt her body go tense for a minute, and then she kinda relaxed. I took that to mean it was okay, so I brought my hand up and touched the side of her face, like I’ve seen people do in movies.

I got a surprise when I felt the tip of her tongue touch my lips. I’d forgotten that people kiss with their mouths open sometimes. I always thought that was kinda gross, but now, feeling Mommy’s tongue on my lips, I was surprised at how nice it was. I sighed, and I felt myself shiver.

Suddenly, Mommy pulled away from me. I could see she was breathing fast, and her mouth was open. She looked at me for a second, and then she stroked the side of my face. “Baby, we can’t. I know you want to, and God knows I want it, too. But we can’t. We can’t take the risk, Baby.”

I sat back so my butt was on my heels. “Mommy, I am not stupid. I would never tell anyone, not even Mindy. No one would ever know. When we go places, no one would think it’s weird cuz you’re holding my hand. You’re my Mommy, why would they think anything? And when we’re home, then we can act the way we want to.” I knew I sounded whiny, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted this so much.

“Baby…”

I cut her off. “Mommy, I love you, don’t you see? I want to be your girlfriend, and I want you to be my girlfriend. When we go to the movies, I want it to be a date. We can hold hands there, and only we hafta know what it really means. I want us to be able to come home after a date like that and go upstairs and have… Go upstairs and make love with each other. I want us to sleep in the same bed. Please, Mommy. Won’t you please be my girlfriend?”

She sat and stared at me for a long, long time. I could see that she was thinking really hard, trying to decide what she should do. Finally she opened her mouth, and spoke really softly. “Baby, are you sure about this? Are you sure you know what you’re asking me for?”

“Yes.” I nodded. “I know what I’m asking for, Mommy. I think I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I want us…” It felt weird, but it felt so right, too, to say it. “I want us to be lovers, Mommy.”

She stared at me for another few seconds, and then all of a sudden, she was kissing me on the mouth, gently, with her lips open a little bit. I could feel her tongue again, and this time I opened my mouth, cuz I figured that’s what I was supposed to do. Right away, I felt Mommy’s tongue slip into my mouth, exploring and licking my teeth, touching my tongue. I pushed my own tongue forward, into her mouth, and I felt her close her lips around it, sucking on it. I drew a sharp breath in through my nose when I felt a shock stab through my coochie and into my tummy, then even further. My whole body was tingling now.

Mommy broke the kiss. We were both breathing really hard now, and she stared into my eyes for a minute, and then she smiled kinda nervously. “Well, then,” she said, “let’s do this properly, shall we?”

Mommy got up from the couch, and moved in front of me, then knelt down so she was right in front of my knees. She took both of my hands, and held them between her hands while she stared straight into my eyes. “Jennifer Leigh Barnes, you know how very much I love you. You know how happy you make me, and how very exciting I think you are. So… Jenny, will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?”

My breath was coming so fast. It was for real!! I threw my arms around Mommy’s neck and hugged her so tight I thought I might break her, but she just wrapped her arms around me and held me. I buried my face against her neck. “Oh, yes, Mommy. Of course I will. I love you so much!”

Mommy kinda backed up a little and looked in my eyes again. “Tomorrow, we’ll go and get ourselves matching rings, so it’ll be really official, okay? Would you like that?”

I gasped. “You mean like wedding rings?”

“Mmm, sort of, Baby. Not actually wedding rings, but it’s the same idea, yes. Even though no one else will know what they mean, you and I will know. They’ll be a sign that we love each other and belong to each other.”

She put her hands on each side of my face then, and she got a very serious look. She stood up, and pulled me to my feet, then she reached down and scooped me up so she was carrying me with one arm under my thighs, the other around my waist. I wrapped my arms around her neck, and snuggled into her shoulder as she started to carry me upstairs. Suddenly, it sank in – she was taking me to her bed. Mommy – my girlfriend – was going to take me to bed and make love with me. I shivered, and I felt myself get really damp between my legs.

I was happy and warm and all tingly and scared and nervous, all at the same time. I didn’t know what to expect, what was gonna happen, but I knew I wanted it. I just let her carry me upstairs with my head on her shoulder, and a couple of times, I kissed the side of her neck. She squeezed me tighter when I did that, and made a little gasping sound. I could feel her heartbeat, pounding fast against my chest.

We went into Mommy’s room, and she turned the lights on, then used the dimmer switch to turn them down low, so the room was kinda dim, but still light enough to see everything. She sat down on the edge of her bed, and settled me into her lap, and then she lifted my head from her shoulder and stared into my eyes for a minute. “Baby, are you absolutely sure this is what you want?”

Her hand came up, and she stroked the side of my face. “You’re really, really sure you want this?”

I couldn’t talk. It was like my breath was stuck in my throat, and I couldn’t get any words out. So I just looked at her for a minute, and then I nodded. Then I leaned close to her, and I kissed her again, but this time, I kept my eyes open. She kept hers open, too, then I opened my mouth up and slid my tongue into her mouth as far as I could reach. It slid over and across hers, and her mouth tasted so nice, kinda like a mixture of tobacco, whiskey, and her warm breath. I put my arms around her neck and pulled her closer, cuz I didn’t want to stop, I didn’t want the kiss to ever end. I think it was right then that I knew I was in love with Mommy. That she was my girlfriend, for real, and I was in love with her.

Finally she broke away from me. We were both still staring at each other, and we were both breathing really hard, like we’d been running for a long time. I must have looked nervous or something, cuz she started to talk to me again.

“Baby, if anything that happens makes you feel uncomfortable, if you want me to stop at any time, you just tell me, okay? This might be kind of overwhelming for you, because it’s your first time. So, if you want me to stop, you just tell me, and I’ll stop. This isn’t just about sex. It’s about loving you, and showing you that I love you, and making you feel as loved and as good as I can make you feel, okay?”

She looked so worried about me, so scared that she might make me uncomfortable, I just couldn’t help it. I had to try to make her relax. I remembered a line from a song that she really likes. “Mommy,” I whispered, grinning, “shut up and kiss me.”

This big smile broke across her face, and she grabbed me under my arms and threw me across her bed. Then she jumped up and put her knees on each side of me and started to tickle my ribs. “Little imp! You want to be that way with me, do you? Tell me to shut up, will you?”

She kept tickling me for another minute, then she stopped, and leaned down, her face close to mine. I watched her eyes close slowly as she whispered, “I love you, my little girlfriend,” and then she was kissing me again, and my whole body got all hot and tingly. I squirmed my hips down against the bed. My coochie felt like there were weird electric shocks going through it, and I could feel my pajamas getting wet there.

When she lifted her face again, I looked up at her. She looked so beautiful. Her face was kinda flushed, like she was blushing, but I knew it wasn’t a blush. Her body was feeling the same way mine was. “Mommy, show me how. Show me how to make love.”

Mommy helped me move so we were both kneeling in front of each other. She reached up and fiddled with my hair for a minute, first one side, then the other, then she ran her fingers through my hair. I felt her fingertips brush my cheeks, and then she leaned close to me again and kissed me, softly this time. She had her hands on my cheeks, lightly, and I shivered. I felt that warm tingle all over again, and I also felt a rush of love for Mommy. For my girlfriend.

I closed my eyes and felt her start to kiss my face. Her lips touched my cheeks, the tip of my nose, my eyelids, my eyebrows… She was kissing me all over my face, and I was shivering each time I felt her lips touch a new place. I felt her lips touch my ear, and then the tip of her tongue, and I sucked in a deep breath cuz it sent a shock straight through my body. She had one hand on the back of my neck, and the other around my waist and pressed flat against my back. I felt her lips brush the side of my neck, and when she closed them over my skin and sucked gently, my hands flew to the back of her head, pulling her tight to my neck. My head fell back and I shivered again, and I moaned softly. I couldn’t help it, it felt so nice.

I felt her lips bush softly over my skin, moving lower on my neck, to my shoulder. Her hands moved again, and I felt her start to unbutton my pajama top. When all the buttons were unfastened, her hands slid up my front until her fingertips were brushing lightly over my nipples. I felt myself blush – I don’t have any boobies, and I got embarrassed about that – but at the same time, Mommy’s fingers rubbing and pinching my nipples felt so good. I felt little jolts rush through my body as she played with them, and I moaned again, sucking air into my lungs hard and fast when she pinched a little harder.

I leaned back, and Mommy put one hand on my back again, helping to hold me up. My pajama top opened up more, and she bent her head and brought her mouth to one of my nipples. I felt her tongue on it, flicking it really fast, and I tangled my fingers in her hair and pulled her tight to my chest. It felt so good! She moved her head and did the same thing to my other nipple. I felt them getting hard and sensitive; each time she touched them or sucked them, or did anything to one of them my body trembled a little. I wasn’t sure what was happening to me, but I liked it. I could feel my pajama bottoms getting wet between my legs – my coochie was getting wetter than it had ever been when I touched myself, and Mommy hadn’t even touched me there.

Mommy took a deep breath, and lifted her head. She looked into my eyes for a second, and then she straightened up. Never taking her eyes off mine, she started to unbutton her pajama top. When all the buttons were undone, she reached out and slid my top back and down off my shoulders. I let it fall on the bed, and then Mommy reached up and slid hers off, too. I stared at her boobies – I couldn’t help it, they were so beautiful. Her nipples were bigger than mine, and a little darker, and I could see them standing up straight. I started to reach out to touch them with both hands, and then stopped. I didn’t know if I was supposed to or not. I didn’t say anything, I just looked at Mommy for a second, asking her with my eyes if I could touch them. She smiled at me, and nodded her head.

“Oh, yes, Baby,” she said, “please touch them. I want you to.”

“They’re so pretty, Mommy,” I sighed. “I wish I had boobies like yours.”

“Yours will grow, Baby,” she said, “and besides, you don’t need them to be beautiful. I think you’re perfect just the way you are right now.” Mommy reached out and started to touch my nipples again, making me shiver all over.

I ran my hands over Mommy’s boobies, kinda petting them with my fingers, and then I tried to copy what she was doing to my nipples. I rubbed my thumbs over her nipples, watching how they got even harder, then I pinched them lightly. I heard her moan softly.

“Oh, my pretty Baby,” she said, “that feels so nice.”

She leaned close to me again and kissed me, really lightly. I felt her hands slide up to my shoulders, and she then she was gently pushing me backwards, still kissing me lightly, until I was lying on my back and she was on her hands and knees above me. My whole body felt all warm and tingly, and when she pulled away and looked in my eyes, I saw so much love there. It was almost like she was reading my mind.

“I love you so very much, Baby,” she whispered. “I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you, you know.”

I smiled at Mommy as she raised herself up so she was kneeling with her knees on each side of my thighs. I watched her move back down towards my feet, and then very slowly, her hands went to the waistband of my pajama bottoms and she began to slide them down my legs. She helped me to move so that she could take them off, and she dropped them over the edge of the bed to the floor. I guess I blushed, cuz I got that hot feeling in my face, and Mommy smiled at me. “Oh, Baby, do you have any idea how very beautiful you are?”

I saw her eyes moving over my body, and a little smile on her face. “I could just sit and stare at you for hours,” she breathed.

I felt Mommy’s hands start to slide up and down my legs, very lightly. I could feel goose bumps as her fingers almost tickled my skin, and I couldn’t stop shivering. I watched her for a minute, and then I just closed my eyes and let myself feel what she was doing to me. It felt so amazing! When her hands slid up my sides and over my tummy, and then to my nipples again, I started to breathe faster, like I’d been walking really fast or something. I felt her shift on the bed, and then I felt her hair brush my skin as she leaned down to kiss me again.

I kept my eyes closed, but when I felt her tongue touch my lips, I opened my mouth and let her slide it in, touching and licking at my tongue. I didn’t even know my hands had moved until I felt myself pulling her harder against my mouth, and my lips and tongue started to move all by themselves, kissing her back. She was still kneeling over me, one knee on each side of my hips. She was holding herself up with one hand while her other hand played with my nipples. Every time she pinched one of them, a little jolt shot straight down to my coochie, and my hips started to jump up and down a little. She hadn’t even touched me there yet, and already she was making it feel better than I had ever done by myself.

I felt Mommy shift her weight again, and all of a sudden she wasn’t kissing my lips anymore. Her lips and tongue were moving over my neck and my chest, and then she closed her mouth on my left nipple. I felt her tongue on it, and then her teeth as she gently bit it. Her hand was still pinching my right nipple, and I moaned loudly when I felt that shooting kind of shock in my coochie. I could feel that I was all wet down there. My hands moved on their own, and I tangled my fingers in her hair, pulling her against my chest. I didn’t want her to ever stop, it felt so good!

She changed sides, and moved her mouth to my other nipple, doing the same thing to it that she’d done to my left one. Her hand, though, slid down along my belly. I felt her move again, so that she was kneeling on one side of me, and then her hand slid over my hip and down my thigh. When she slid it back up, her fingertips brushed over my coochie, and my hips bounced right up off the bed. I opened my legs a little bit, and I felt her sliding her fingers up and down over it, making my whole private area all wet with the stuff that was leaking out of my coochie. That’s when it just hit me.

My whole body went stiff. I pulled my feet towards my butt and went all stiff and shaking. My shoulders and my feet were the only parts of me still on the bed, the rest was lifted up, trying to press against Mommy’s mouth and hand. My mouth was hanging open, and I moaned really loud and long, and I couldn’t catch my breath at all. This hot, tingly wave just shot out from my coochie and filled me up, and right between my legs it felt so good that I could never explain it. When it finally stopped, and I collapsed back down on the bed panting, Mommy lifted her head away from my nipple. Her hand came up and touched my cheek, and I opened my eyes to look at her.

“Oh, my pretty Baby,” she whispered, “You came really fast!”

I was still out of breath, but I looked at her and said, “Came? What does that mean?”

She leaned down and brushed her lips against mine. “It means that you had an orgasm, Baby. That’s what that really strong, nice feeling is. Remember, I told you that earlier? It’s an orgasm. But, people also call it “coming,” so after you’ve had an orgasm, you can say you came.”

“I’ve never felt that good, Mommy. I mean, when I do it myself, it feels really nice, but it’s never been like that before!”

Mommy smiled. “It’s always better when someone helps you come, Baby. Playing with yourself is nice, but it’s nothing like having someone make love to you.” She smiled again. “Now just relax. Mommy’s not done yet. I have more to show you, Baby.”

“More?” I thought. How could there possibly be more?

Mommy moved again, so that she was kneeling between my legs. I was sorta embarrassed cuz she could see my coochie all spread open, but she just smiled as her hands lightly stroked my skin. She touched my nipples again, which were really sensitive now, and made me gasp. As she looked at me, I heard her whisper.

“Oh, Baby Girl, you have such a beautiful little pussy.”

I blushed. I’d heard other girls at school use that word, and others, too, but I was embarrassed hearing my Mommy say it. She saw me blush, and smiled again. “Baby, when you and I are alone, you can use those naughty words. It’s much more exciting to use them than to use baby words, or the proper words.”

I felt her fingertips brush over my coo… over my pussy again. “This is your pussy, Baby. Or if you feel really naughty, you can call it your cunt.”

Her fingers slid up to my nipples again. “These you can call your titties or your tits. All those words that you shouldn’t use when you’re in public, you can use when we’re in a private place, okay?”

She moved again, and I felt her begin to kiss and lick me all over my chest and my tummy, down my sides, and over my hips. She kept moving down, kissing my legs, first one, then the other, up and down. My breathing was getting funny again, and I was getting tingly all over again, too. Then I got the biggest surprise I’ve ever had.

Mommy was lying down now, between my legs, and kissing and licking the insides of my thighs. As her fingertips slid over my… pussy… again, I felt her hands move until they were underneath my butt, lifting me up. Then she started to lightly kiss my pussy. I gasped – I hadn’t expected this, but it felt so nice! My hips kinda twitched up again, and my pussy bumped against Mommy’s mouth.

Then I sucked in a long deep breath as I felt her tongue lick me there, all the way up along my pussy. My hands shot down to her head and my fingers twisted in her hair. I pulled her tight to my pussy. This felt amazing!! I heard Mommy giggle, but she didn’t stop what she was doing to me.

I could feel her jaw open wider, and then she had my whole pussy in her mouth. Her tongue slid into the slit, and then upwards, until she hit… Something. I didn’t know what she touched, but whatever it was, it sent a shock through me, like I got hit with lightning or something. I cried out, and tightened my fingers in her hair, pulling her mouth against my pussy as tight as I could. My hips were sorta grinding around in circles, mashing my pussy against her mouth. I didn’t want this feeling to ever stop!

I moaned when I felt her tongue move again, cuz I didn’t want her to take it from that spot. But she moved it down, and then I felt it get kinda stiff, and then I felt her start to poke it up inside me. She was making little slurping sounds, and sliding her tongue in and out of my pussy. Then she moved one hand up around my hip, and her fingers found that same spot again that she was licking before. As soon as she touched it, I almost screamed. My legs just kinda flew by themselves and wrapped around Mommy’s neck, holding her head there. My hips were bouncing up and down, really hard, I just couldn’t stop them. I thought there was nothing in the world that could ever be this good.

Then she did it. I felt her hand that was still under my butt move. Her fingertips kinda traced a line down my butt crack, and then her fingertip started to tickle at my butt hole. I was making all kinds of weird sounds now, I couldn’t stop them, and I was panting so hard I thought I might die from not getting enough air. When the tip of her finger slid just a tiny bit inside my butt, I felt something starting to build inside me, like the sound of a glass filling up with water, but really slow. I wasn’t even thinking anything, really, all I could do was just feel this. It kept getting stronger and stronger, and then I heard Mommy moaning quietly.

She took her mouth from my pussy just long enough to say, “Yes, my Baby, come for Mommy. Come in my mouth, Baby.”

She went right back to sliding her tongue in and out of me.

I felt it coming. I knew it was coming, but I wasn’t ready for just how good it was gonna be. When it washed over me, I was bouncing all over the bed, and pulling Mommy’s face into my pussy as hard as I could. This time, I did scream, and it was a long and loud scream, too. I’d never felt anything like this before. It just kept washing over me, wave after wave, and I felt my pussy tightening up as a gush of warm liquid poured out of me. Mommy moaned again, and started licking it all up, her tongue all over me down there, even licking my butt hole. Finally, it started to slow down, and I felt myself slowly relax on the bed. Mommy stayed between my legs, just lightly kissing me, petting me with her fingers for a few minutes.

Finally, I felt her move. She slid up the bed until she was next to me, and then she wrapped me up in her arms and held me close to her… Her tits. All of a sudden, I noticed that I was crying. Not sobbing or anything, just tears on my face. Nothing had ever felt so good in my life. No one had ever made me feel so special and so loved before. Mommy just held me close, kinda murmuring to me, until my tears stopped.

“I love you so much, Baby,” she whispered.

That made my tears start again. “Oh, Mommy, I love you too. I always knew you love me, but I never knew how much until just now.”

She shushed me again, and held me close, her hands stroking my back. I started to shiver a little, so she had us get under the covers. I snuggled up close to her, and she held me that way as I felt myself getting sleepy.

“You sleep, Baby Girl.” There was a smile in her voice. “There’s time to continue with your exploring later. We have all the time in the world, you and I.”

That’s the last thing I remember until I woke up the next morning, still in Mommy’s arms as she slept quietly next to me. I knew that today, I would want to learn how to make Mommy feel as good as she’d made me feel. I wanted her to feel my love for her the way she made me feel her love for me. And sure enough, later that day, she showed me what to do.

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Mommy, Show Me How, Part Two

  • Posted on May 5, 2016 at 12:51 pm

By Muffi

Okay, so I sorta left you hanging when I told you about how Mommy made love to me the first time. I told you that she ended up showing me how to make love to her, but I never actually told you about it. I guess that was kinda rude of me, so here goes.

When I woke up the next morning, I was still all wrapped up in Mommy’s arms. She was sound asleep, I could tell by the way she was breathing, so I just lay there all snuggled up close to her boobies. She was so warm and soft, and I thought I could just stay there like that forever. Well, almost like that. I did want her to make love to me again! I also wanted to learn how to make love to her, so I could make her feel the things that she’d made me feel the night before.

I was remembering what had happened last night, how Mommy had made me feel so good. My coo… No, my pussy started to tingle just thinking about it. Then I remembered how she’d gotten down on her knees and asked me to be her girlfriend. I couldn’t help it, I just got this huge grin on my face. I had a girlfriend! A real girlfriend, not just some silly BFF kinda girlfriend. Then I remembered what she’d said about going to get us matching rings today. I couldn’t wait! That would make it really official!

I slowly slid out of Mommy’s arms, and then got out of bed. I pulled the covers back up over her, but not before I took a long look at her boobies. They were so pretty! Then I went downstairs to find something to eat.

I didn’t notice until I got to the kitchen that I hadn’t put my pajamas back on. I was wandering around looking for something to make for both of us for breakfast when I realized I was still naked. I giggled, and thought maybe Mommy and I could spend lots of time naked together now. The idea of being able to look at her naked whenever I wanted to was nice, and it was even nicer to think I could touch her naked skin anytime I wanted. That made me feel all warm inside.

I finally settled on making us both a bagel for breakfast. We had some cinnamon and raisin bagels, and cream cheese, too. That sounded yummy to me, with some orange juice. I know how to make coffee, too, even though I don’t drink it very often. I knew that Mommy would want some, though, so the first thing I did was start a pot of coffee for her. Then I put some cream cheese in a little bowl, and got two plates and two knives, and a couple of napkins. I got out a tray, and put everything on it, then started the bagels toasting. We have a big toaster that holds four slices of bread or bagels or muffins, so I put two bagels in it and got them started.

When the bagels were done, and Mommy’s coffee was ready, I put everything on the tray and went slowly upstairs to Mommy’s – no, to our bedroom. I set the tray down on the nightstand, and then I sat on the edge of the bed. I leaned down and kissed Mommy’s forehead, then the tip of her nose, then her lips.

“Mommy…” I kinda sang it softly.

I saw her eyelids flutter a little, and then she got a tiny little smile. I leaned down and kissed her lips again. “I made bagels and coffee for you, Mommy,” I said quietly.

I felt her arms come around my neck as she hugged me. “Mmmm… That sounds lovely, Baby Girl. Did you sleep well?”

I nodded. “Yup. And I woke up feeling so good, too, Mommy.”

“Sex,” Mommy said, laughing, “is good for the body, the mind, and the soul.”

I grinned at her, then sat up and got her coffee and handed it to her. She sat up against the headboard and took a sip, then smiled when I gave her the bagel, and asked her if she wanted cream cheese on it.

“Wow,” she said. “Breakfast in bed? What did I do to deserve this treatment?”

I rolled my eyes at her. “Like you don’t know,” I said.

“Does that mean you liked what happened last night?” She was teasing me, and I knew it. I kinda liked it, actually.

“I don’t know yet,” I said. “I need some more practice before I can decide.”

She laughed, and almost choked on her coffee. “I think we can probably arrange for that to happen, Baby Girl,” she said.

I sat on the edge of the bed, munching on my bagel, and sipping my orange juice. I was quiet for a minute, just eating breakfast with Mommy, and then I remembered again, and I had to ask her. “So, are we gonna go get rings today, Mommy?” I asked her.

“Yes, we are,” she said, smiling.

I felt my heart kinda flutter. This was really for real! Mommy was my girlfriend, and she was gonna get us rings to prove it! I couldn’t wait to go with her to pick them out.

I stuck what was left of my bagel into my mouth, holding it with my teeth. I took my plate and Mommy’s, and put them on the tray with my orange juice. I grabbed the bagel out of my mouth and grinned at her. “I’ll go put these in the dishwasher, and then take a shower and get dressed. By the time we’re both ready, the mall will be open!”

Mommy looked at me for a minute, smiling. “We’re not going to the mall, Baby Girl,” she said softly.

My heart kinda sank a little. “We’re not?”

“No, we’re not,” she said, shaking her head. “We’re going to a real jewelry store, not to a mall shop.”

“COOOOL!”

I grinned at her, then stuck the bagel back in my mouth, grabbed the tray, and rushed out of the bedroom to the kitchen. As fast as I could, I rinsed off the dishes and stuck them in the dishwasher, chomped down the last of my bagel, and then I ran back upstairs into the bathroom. I swear to God, it was the fastest shower I ever took! When I was finished, I got out and wrapped my hair up in a towel, then wrapped another one around my body. I ran into my room, and started looking for something to wear. I decided to wear my skinny jeans and a short spaghetti-strap top, pink, of course.

While I was drying off, I heard the shower come on again, and I knew that Mommy was taking her shower. I giggled to myself, and wrapped myself back up in the towel. I went into the bathroom, being pretty quiet, and then dropped the towel from around my body. I unwrapped my hair, and started to brush it, deciding to leave it wet instead of using the dryer. I heard Mommy turn off the shower, and then I heard the door sliding open.

I saw Mommy in the mirror when she stepped out of the shower, reaching for a towel. I froze when I saw her. Her skin was dripping with water, and it was flushed red from the heat of the shower. Her boobies were beautiful, her nipples were standing up from them, dark red and crinkled around the edges. They swayed and bobbed with every move she made. They were so beautiful, I didn’t want to take my eyes off them. Her hair was streaming wet, sticking to her skin, strands of it across her boobies, between them, back over her shoulders and down her back.

I did take my eyes away from them, though. I let myself slide a long look down over her body. Her waist curved in gracefully from her chest, narrow and slender, her tummy flat and hard. She has an “innie” belly button like mine; it was a dark shadow in the center of her tummy. My eyes slid lower, over her full, beautiful hips, swelling out from her waist then tapering down into her thighs. Mommy has beautiful legs, and I let myself stare at them for a minute, before my eyes snapped back to what I really wanted to look at.

The dark, neat triangle of bright red hair that covered her pussy pulled my eyes like a magnet, making me stare at her there. Her hair was wet, drops of water kinda shining on the ends of it. The water made it darker than it usually would be, but it was still that pretty, orange-red color. I thought it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my life. I let my eyes finally move back up her body, paying attention now to little things.

I’d never really noticed that Mommy’s body is almost completely covered with light tan freckles. They looked so cute! She has them on her face too, but not nearly as many as she has on the rest of her body. There was a small, dark colored mole just below her left boobie, like someone had touched her with a marker. I noticed for the first time that Mommy’s boobies kind of sagged down just a little. I was so used to seeing her in a bra, or with her pajamas on, I’d never noticed that before. Of course, I’d never looked at her quite this way before, either.

Mommy saw me staring at her, and she just stood there, letting me look at her for as long as I wanted to. I felt… A rush of something. Love? I guess that musta been what it was. I felt sorta breathless, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was smiling at me, shyly.

“Do I look okay, Baby?” she asked me.

When I could answer, it came out as a kind of breathy sighing sound. “Oh, Mommy… You’re so beautiful…”

She looked at me for a moment, and I saw a blush creep into her cheeks as she looked at me, slowly letting her eyes move down, then back up along my body. “So are you, Baby Girl,” she said. “You’re the most beautiful thing I think I’ve ever seen.”

We stood there like that, just staring at each other, for what felt like hours. I know it couldn’t have been that long, but that’s what it felt like. She wrapped herself up in a towel, and moved towards me, not touching me, just coming closer. She gave a shaky kinda laugh. “If we don’t get going, Baby Girl,” she said, “I’m going to have a very hard time resisting you. And if that happens, we won’t make it out of bed for the rest of the weekend.”

I felt a shiver run through me, and a warm, tingly fluttering in my tummy when she said that. As much as that idea excited me, I also wanted us to get those rings. Then everything would be really official, and Mommy would be my for real girlfriend. I made myself go back to brushing my hair. Then I giggled, and gave her a sly look in the mirror. “There’s plenty of time for that later, Mommy,” I said. “And…” I let the word drag out.

“And?”

In the mirror, I gave her what I hoped was a sexy look. “And… later, you hafta show me how to make you come,” I said, hoping I sounded seductive.

I saw her shiver once, and then again once more. She took a deep breath, staring into my eyes in the mirror. Her face flushed, turning a deep red. “I should be utterly ashamed of myself for what we’re doing. But the truth is, I’m not. How you’ve managed to do this to me in a single night, I’ll never know. But I’m awfully happy that you have.”

“Mommy,” I said, “please stop talking like you hafta be ashamed of yourself. You love me, and I love you. And now, we’re girlfriends. So just stop that, and love me like I want you to love me, okay?”

She smiled and nodded. “I will, Baby, I promise.”

She stared at me for another minute or two, and then it was her turn to tease me. “Oh, and Baby? Just so you know. I can’t wait to teach you how to make me come. I want to look straight into your eyes while you’re doing it, too.”

I shivered again, thinking about what was going to happen later on. I couldn’t wait…

*****

A little while later, I was finally dressed and ready to go. Mommy was almost ready too, and I was getting kinda fidgety. I’d decided not to wear my skinny jeans after all, and I had on a pair of cut off denim shorts that were old and faded. They were actually a little too small for me, but they made my butt look really nice. My top didn’t quite reach my belly button, it was dark pink with thin little spaghetti straps and a thin band of lace around the top. I was wearing pink sneakers that matched my top, and ankle high white socks. I thought I looked pretty good.

I had put on a little makeup, too. Not much, cuz I didn’t want to look like a slut; just a little mascara and eye shadow, and some blush and lip gloss. I’d put on some cologne, too, so I’d smell nice and girly for Mommy. She liked my hair up in those Sailor Moon ponytails, too, so I’d done my hair that way. It was funny, really, but a nice funny. Everything I’d done while I got ready was for Mommy. Not for me, not to impress the kids at school, but just so I’d look pretty and sexy for Mommy. I liked how that felt.

Mommy came downstairs finally, dressed and ready to go. She was wearing jeans and a white tank top, and black leather boots with big, clunky heels. She looked awesome! I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra; I could see her nipples under the material of her tank top. She’d braided her hair, and it was pulled forward so the braid hung down over her shoulder and down her chest like a long, orange flame. Her jeans were skin tight, and I could see the outline of her pussy, her jeans molding to the shape of it. My girlfriend, I thought. She was so beautiful.

“Are you ready to go, Baby Girl?” she asked me.

I grinned happily. “Yup! I can’t wait, either. Let’s go!”

I started to open the front door when Mommy stopped me. She stood in front of me with her hands on my hips, staring into my eyes for a minute.

“When we walk out that door,” she said, “we have to be just Jenny and her Mommy, out for a special shopping trip. So before we go, I want a kiss from my girlfriend.”

Mommy leaned down and brought her mouth to mine, kissing me gently. I felt her lift one hand, moving it to cup the back of my head as her lips parted a little, the tip of her tongue tracing a light line across my bottom lip. As I opened my mouth, letting her tongue slip inside, her other hand slid to the small of my back, pulling me close to her as she kissed me deeply, her tongue moving lazily in my mouth. I slid my arms around her and kissed her back, pulling her against me. Our tongues did a kind of slow dance with each other.

She broke the kiss suddenly, taking a deep, deep breath, then letting it out. She held my head close to her boobies, and I could hear and feel her heart beating, hard and strong. As her hands caressed my back, I felt her whole body shiver.

“God, Baby Girl! You are so very beautiful. And I love you so very, very much…”

I sighed. “I love you, too, Mommy. And I think I have the most beautiful girlfriend in the whole world!”

She laughed. “Nope. I have the most beautiful girlfriend in the world!”

I opened my mouth to argue with her, then I thought better of it. “How about we just agree that we both have the most beautiful girlfriend in the world?” I said.

She laughed at that. “Okay, that works for me, Baby,” she said.

We went out and got in the car, and headed for the jewelry store. I was so excited I couldn’t sit still in the car. When we finally got there, I almost jumped out of the car. After Mommy put some money in the parking meter, I grabbed her hand and started to pull her towards the store.

“Calm down, Baby Girl,” she said. “Remember, you can be excited, but not too excited.”

“I know, Mommy.” I made myself calm down.

We walked hand in hand into the jewelry store. Mommy smiled at the woman behind the counter.

“May I help you?” she asked Mommy.

“I hope so,” said Mommy. “My daughter and I have reached the conclusion that we are “best friends forever.” We’d like to look at some rings, please. We want to get matching friendship rings.”

“Oh, that’s so lovely!” the woman exclaimed. “We have a nice selection of friendship rings right over here.”

She led us to a display case near the back of the store. Mommy took one look at the rings in it and shook her head.

“No,” she said, “I want to get us something very special. I’d like them to be patterned, but not all the way around. My daughter’s ring will need to be resized periodically as she grows. I hope you’ll pardon me, but these are too “little-girly” for what we’d like.”

The woman smiled brightly again. I think she was hoping for an expensive sale. “Of course!” she exclaimed. “Do you have anything particular in mind?”

“I’m thinking something in red gold,” Mommy said. “Red gold for two redheads.” I’d never heard of red gold, but I liked the way she put it when she told the woman what she wanted.

The woman led us to another display case filled with beautiful rings. She took out a tray with rings in it, and Mommy and I both leaned over the counter, looking at them. It only took a few seconds for me to see the ones I liked.

“Mommy, look!” I said. I pointed to a group of wide rings that had hearts and roses carved into them across the top and partway down the sides. The bottoms of them we smooth and shiny. They were beautiful.

“Do you like those, Jenny?” Mommy asked me.

I nodded, hard. “Yes, I do,” I said excitedly.

Mommy took out one of the rings and looked closely at it. “I like them, too,” she said.

She looked closely at the inside of the ring she was holding. “Perfect,” she said. “Twenty-two karat gold.”

The woman behind the counter smiled broadly. “Well, that was easy,” she said. “Let’s get your sizes, and if we need to, we’ll resize one for your daughter.”

She got out a big hoop thing with lots of little rings on it. She got Mommy’s ring size first, then she got mine. They didn’t have one in my size, but she told Mommy that they could have it resized for me in about an hour. Mommy smiled at her.

“That’s fine,” she said. “We can go and have lunch somewhere, and come back for them after we eat. Oh, and one more thing. Could you please have my initials engraved inside of my daughter’s ring, and her initials engraved inside of mine?”

The sales lady smiled again. “Oh, that’s so very sweet!” she exclaimed. “Of course we can do that. Just write down the initials for me.”

We went to the cash register, and Mommy gave the lady her credit card. While she rang everything up on the cash register, Mommy wrote down our initials on a piece of paper, then gave it to the sales lady. The woman smiled at us again. “They’ll be ready for you in an hour or less,” she said brightly.

Mommy smiled back at her. “That will be perfect,” she said. “We’ll be back after lunch.”

We left the jewelry store and went to get lunch. I was so excited, I don’t even remember what I ate. It felt like forever, waiting to go back and get our rings. I couldn’t remember ever being so excited about anything ever in my life.

Finally, it was time to go back. I was kinda bouncing around next to Mommy as we walked back to the jewelry store, chattering away like a little kid. Mommy just kept smiling at me, but I could tell that this meant just as much to her as it did to me.

When we went into the store, the sales lady who had sold us the rings was gone. There was a man behind the counter. Mommy told him what we were there for, and he smiled, reaching under the counter and taking out two ring boxes and a slip of yellow paper. He opened the boxes and put them on the counter in front of us. Mommy took the smaller one out first and looked inside of it. She smiled, and then handed it to me. “Try it on, Baby,” she said, “and see if it fits.”

I slipped the ring on my left ring finger. It fit perfectly! I didn’t want to take it off, but somehow, I knew that Mommy wanted me to wait a little while to wear it. I took it off and handed it back to her, grinning. She took her ring out of the box and looked inside it. smiling when she saw my initials inside of it. She put it back in the box, closed both of them, and picked them, putting them in her purse. She smiled warmly at the man behind the counter.

“Thank you so very much,” she said. “You do wonderful work here.”

He smiled brightly at her. “Thank you,” he said. “We try to make sure our customers are always satisfied. Please, come again.”

We left the store together, and when we got outside, Mommy took my hand in hers and started to giggle.

“What?” I asked.

“Just my dirty little mind, Baby Girl,” she said. “I don’t think that poor man realized that I’m going to be very satisfied later on today, and that I am going to come again. And again, and again, and again.”

I started giggling with her. “Promise, Mommy?”

“Oh, Baby Girl,” she said, suddenly serious. “Just holding your hand right now has me so close to coming that I almost can’t stand it.”

I let go of her hand and wrapped both of my arms around one of her arms. “I can’t wait to make you come, Mommy,” I said quietly. “I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel last night.”

“I’m pretty sure that you won’t have any trouble doing that, Baby,” she said.

On the way home, we stopped at the grocery store. Mommy wanted to buy some things for dinner that night; she said that she wanted to make a very special, very romantic dinner for the two of us. She knows how much I love steak, even though we don’t eat it very much, cuz Mommy says that too much red meat isn’t good for you. Today though, she made an exception and got us two really big, thick steaks. She also bought a bottle of wine. I looked at her questioningly when she got that.

“Yes, for both of us,” she said. “But, not a lot for you. You’ve never had it before, and I don’t want you to get drunk and pass out on me!”

Finally, we had everything done, and we were on our way home. I reached across and put my hand on Mommy’s leg, and she reached down and took it in hers. I pulled it away, though, and put it back on her thigh. I remembered how nice it had felt when Mommy was touching and stroking my legs last night, so I started moving my hand up and down on her thigh, with my fingertips on the inside of her leg.

She sighed and looked over at me. “You’re being a little tease, you know,” she said, pretending to be mad.

I leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Who says I’m teasing?”

“Evil little wench,” she said, grinning.

I grinned. I liked this! I had a kind of power now that I had never known about before. Maybe not power, really, but while I knew that we were both still the Mommy and the daughter, we were also lovers now. I let the words roll around in my head: Mommy and I are lovers… I liked how it sounded. Our relationship was very different now. Mostly, it was just that I felt like we were so much closer. I was in love with her, and I was almost dizzy with the feeling.

When we got home, Mommy said that we should get comfortable. She went around and made sure that all the doors were locked, and then she closed all the drapes and blinds. The house was dim now, but not dark. Mommy lit a bunch of candles in the living room, and put some music on, and then we went upstairs to get changed. This was all so very new to me. I’d never had anyone be romantic with me before, so I just kinda followed Mommy’s lead. I did ask her if we could just be naked now that we were home. She grinned and said she’d like that, but that we should keep our bathrobes with us downstairs, in case anyone came and knocked on the door.

We went downstairs together, naked, carrying our bathrobes. We went into the kitchen, leaving the robes in the living room, just in case. I started to set the table, but Mommy stopped me. She wanted to do everything herself. She said that this was something she wanted to do for me. She wanted to make a romantic candlelit dinner for us. She lit more candles, putting them on the table, and then she opened the bottle of wine. She poured a half glass for herself into a wineglass, and about a third of a glass for me.

I tasted the wine hesitantly. It tasted strange, but good. I liked the warm feeling it left on the way down. Mommy lifted her glass, and clinked it against mine.

“To us,” she said softly, and then took a sip of wine. I took another sip, too, and smiled at her.

I watched her as she set the table with plates and silverware and water glasses, and even cloth napkins. That surprised me, cuz we hardly ever use those. Only when we have company for dinner.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she worked. She was so pretty! Her skin kinda glowed in the candlelight, and every move she made was graceful and pretty, like a ballet dancer. The candles made her freckles stand out more, too. I thought her freckles were so pretty! I felt that rush of love for her again, and something more, too. That special fluttering started up in my tummy, and I felt myself getting damp between my legs.

Mommy made everything that I really like for dinner. She made the steaks, of course, and she also made asparagus, which I just love, and roasted garlic mashed potatoes, which is one of my favorite things in the world to eat, even though it makes your breath stink. She made a salad with baby spinach instead of lettuce, and for dessert, we just had coffee ice cream. Coffee is my favorite ice cream, too. I couldn’t finish everything, cuz there was just so much, but I ate what I could. All the while we were eating, we just sat and talked quietly about how nice it was to have a dinner like this, and how we should do things like this more from now on.

Mommy said that we could plan a “date night” every week, and have a nice, quiet dinner together with candles and everything, and then we could go out to the movies, or whatever we decided we wanted to do. When she said that, I just had to kinda pick on her a little.

“You mean, we only get to have romantic dates once a week, Mommy?”

I put a sad little pout on my face and looked up at her from under my eyelashes.

“Aww, don’t be sad, Baby,” she said, smiling. “We can be romantic all the time, but the official dates will only be once or twice a week. That makes them more special.”

I gave her a sly grin. “And can we be naughty all the time, too, Mommy?”

“Oh, Baby Girl, you can be naughty with me anytime you’d like to. As long as I can do the same with you, of course.”

We both laughed, and I started to get up to clear the table like I usually do, but Mommy told me to sit back down. She wouldn’t let me do any of the chores tonight. That was really nice; I felt like I was getting all kinds of special treatment from her.

Mommy made tea for both of us, and we still had our wine. I was drinking my second glass; Mommy had filled it up about halfway this time. The wine made me fell kinda fuzzy and glowy, but really nice. Every time I drank some, it left a warm trail down my insides. I liked the feeling, and I felt really warm and relaxed sitting there, looking at Mommy and talking quietly to her.

Finally, she stood up and went into the other room for a minute, telling me she’d be right back. When she sat back down at the table, she looked at me really seriously for a second, and then she put our rings on the table. She put hers in front of me, and mine in front of her. My tummy did a little flip-flop, and I couldn’t think what to say. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do, so I waited for Mommy.

She reached out and took my left hand in both of hers, and looked into my eyes. She didn’t say anything for a minute, she just sat and stared at me, smiling. I could feel her thumbs kinda stroking the top of my hand, and I got that fluttering in my tummy again, the one that makes me get wet between my legs. She picked up my ring then, and slid it onto my finger, then she held my hand tightly.

“Jenny, even though only the two of us will ever know what this ring really means, I’m giving it to you as a sign of how much I love you. Every time that you look at this ring, I want you to think of me, and to remember that you are the most special person in the world to me. It’s a reminder that we share our love, and ourselves, with each other, and only with each other. When you look at this ring, remember that I belong to you, and only to you. I love you, my little girlfriend.”

I had to blink really fast, and fight not to start crying, I was so happy. My stomach felt all funny, and my heart was pounding in my chest so hard I thought it might explode. I looked at her, and she was so beautiful. I felt so much love for her I almost couldn’t stand it.

When I was pretty sure I wouldn’t start to cry, I pulled my hand from Mommy’s, and picked up her ring. My hands were shaking, but I reached out and took her hand, and slid the ring onto her finger. I held her hand the same way she’d held mine; I felt her fingers tighten around mine. I wasn’t really sure what I should say, but I had to say something or I’d feel so stupid.

“Mommy, with this ring, I also give you all my love, forever and ever. When you see it, you’ll know that I’m your girlfriend, and that no one else will ever be able to come between us, not ever. These rings mean that we belong to each other for all eternity.”

I thought it sounded stupid, but when I looked, Mommy’s eyes were all shiny, and she was trying not to cry, I could tell. I got up then, and rushed close to her, wrapping my arms around her neck and hugging her as tight as I could. Her skin was warm against mine, and I could feel her breathing really fast. Her arms came around my waist, and we stayed like that for a minute, her still sitting in her chair, me standing between her knees, hugging each other.

“I love you so much, Baby Girl,” Mommy whispered against my neck. “More than you could ever know. You’re my perfect girlfriend, and I’m so happy that you made me see what I needed to see.”

I pulled back a little and looked at her. I didn’t know what she meant by that. I didn’t say anything, but I didn’t need to. I looked at her, and she knew I didn’t understand.

“Baby, the love we share was already so strong and special. I’ve always loved you so very, very much. But you made me see that our love could become even stronger, even more special than it already was. I was afraid of my own feelings, Jenny. You showed me that I don’t have to be afraid of them. I’m so very happy that you did that for me.”

I hugged her again then, as tight as I could. Then I kinda slid down so I was sitting on her leg with one arm around her neck. With my other hand, I reached out and touched her boobie, running my fingers over her nipple. I heard her pull in a fast breath when I touched it.

“Mommy,” I said, “will you show me? Show me how to make love to you?”

All of a sudden, her mouth was on mine, and she was kissing me, really deep and hard. Her tongue was in my mouth, moving everywhere, and I pushed my tongue into her mouth, tasting the wine there. We were pressed together so tightly, I almost couldn’t breathe.

Then without a word, still kissing me, Mommy stood up, carrying me the same way she had the night before. Only this time, we were both naked, and when she broke the kiss, I laid my head down against her skin, listening to her heart beating as she brought me up the stairs and down the hall, then into the room. She laid me gently on the bed, staring into my eyes.

Mommy crawled up on the bed with me, and then lay down next to me. She turned so she was laying on her side, and one hand came up to stroke my hair. I’d taken the ponytails down, and my hair was just all loose. Mommy still had hers in the thick braid. She kissed me, very gently, then stared into my eyes again while she stroked my hair.

“There’s no right or wrong way about this, Baby Girl. Making love is like… Well, it’s like you’re an explorer, and you’re discovering all the different parts and places on my body. Use all your senses, okay? Feel my skin with your fingers, with your skin. Look at me, at my body, and pay attention to every detail. Use your sense of smell, and you’ll find that all the different places have a different smell, and each one is very nice. Use your mouth so you can taste me, taste my skin, my mouth, taste everything. And also use your ears. You’ll know by the sounds you hear me making when you’re doing something that feels particularly good.”

She kissed me gently again, and then rolled over onto her back, stretching her arms above her head. She smiled softly.

“I’m yours, Baby Girl,” she said quietly. “Every part of me, all of me, is yours to play with and explore. You can’t do anything wrong, and I’ll guide you if you need help.”

She stared at me intently for a moment. “Now, please, Baby, make love to me,” she said in a hoarse whisper. “I don’t think I can stand to wait another second.”

I almost started to cry, she looked so beautiful lying there, waiting for me to touch her. I remembered what she’d done to me last night, and I moved so that I was on my hands and knees next to her. I leaned down and kissed her, lightly at first, then I opened my lips and slid my tongue into her mouth. She still tasted like wine a little, but she also tasted like her. I thought for a second that kissing her was almost enough, then pushed that idea away. Nothing would ever be enough, not really.

I pulled away from her mouth, and started to kiss her cheeks and her jaw. I remembered what she’d said about tasting everything, so I slid my tongue across her skin. She was right, she tasted wonderful!

I kissed the side of Mommy’s neck, and then I licked her there, too. When I did, the tip of my tongue touched her ear, and I heard her gasp. That was interesting, I’d never thought of ears being able to make you feel good. I kissed her ear then, and touched it with my tongue. Mommy gasped again, and I felt her shiver, so I pressed my open mouth to her ear and slowly licked inside of it. I heard her moan softly, and she turned her head and stretched her neck.

Mommy seemed to really like it when I licked her skin, so I kept using my tongue. I kissed her, too, but I licked her more. This was starting to be really fun! When I licked down the side of her neck to her shoulder, she moaned again. I let myself down then, so that I was laying sorta half on top of her, half next to her. I slid one leg over the top of hers, so that my coo… No, so that my pussy was pressed up against her hip. I was still kissing and licking her neck and shoulder; I brought one hand up and started to stroke her boob… her tits with it.

Somehow, those words that I’m not supposed to say in public made everything feel more exciting. They were naughty words, and thinking them about Mommy made me shiver, and sent little tingles through my body. I felt very grown up right then, like I had changed from a little girl into a grown woman almost overnight.

Before I went any further, I kissed and licked my way back up Mommy’s neck. When I got to her ear, I put my lips against it, and sorta breathed my words into it. “I love you so much, Mommy.”

I heard her whimper softly, and felt her body shiver all over again. She was breathing really fast now. I kissed and licked back down her neck, and then kept going. My hand was still sorta petting her tits, and I moved my mouth towards them. Her skin felt like warm satin against my lips, soft and smooth. When I brushed my lips across her nipple, I heard her whimper again, and felt her lift her chest up, pushing it towards my mouth.

“Oh, Baby Girl,” she sighed. “Suck them, please. Suck Mommy’s nipples like you did when you were a baby.”

I was holding myself up with one hand on the bed, the fingers of my other hand were playing with the hard nipple that wasn’t against my mouth. I opened my lips, and slowly sucked the dark, crinkled nipple into my mouth. I felt Mommy’s hand come to the back of my head, cradling me there, holding me in place tightly.

“Oh, yes, Baby…” The words came out in a long, breathy kind of a sigh. “That feels so good, my Baby Girl.”

I could feel myself getting really wet between my legs, feel my heart beating faster and faster in my chest. I loved this! I could tell from her breathing that Mommy was excited, and she kept making those little whimpers, high-pitched and soft as I kept sucking on her nipple. It was hard in my mouth; I felt it stiffen even more, swelling against my tongue. I felt her free hand close over mine, guiding me to pinch at her other nipple, showing me how to roll it between my fingers.

“Bite it, Baby,” she breathed. “Use your teeth on it, please…”

Bite it? I thought. She wants me to bite her? I didn’t know why she wanted me to bite her, but if that’s what she wanted, I’d do it. At that point, I woulda done anything she asked me to do. I closed my teeth on her nipple and bit down lightly, feeling the stiff flesh between my teeth.

“Harder, Baby,” she moaned. “You won’t hurt me, I promise. Bite it harder.”

I bit down harder on Mommy’s nipple. When I did, I felt her fingers get all tangled up in my hair, pulling me even tighter against her. She moaned loudly. I felt her hip move against my pussy; she was lifting her butt up off the bed and then dropping it back down again. All of a sudden, I realized that I had been sorta grinding my pussy against her hip bone. Her skin was wet there, and with a little shock, I knew that the wetness was coming from me, leaking from inside my pussy. I was smearing it all over her skin there. It felt wonderful!

I felt her pulling my head up from her nipple. “The other one, Baby, please,” she gasped. “Do the other one, too!”

She guided me to her other nipple, pulling my head down as she pushed her chest up, crushing her nipple against my mouth. This time I knew what to do, and I opened my mouth, sucking her stiff nipple in and closing my teeth around it. I bit down, kinda hard, and heard her groan again, even louder this time. She was crushing my face against her as she urged me on, telling me to bite her even harder. I figured if she was this excited already, it was time for me to try something else.

We musta looked funny; I was biting and sucking at Mommy’s nipple, making little slurping sounds sometimes when she moved really fast. Her hips were bouncing up and down steadily now, and I was rubbing my pussy in circles against her hip, smearing the wet stuff that was coming from inside my pussy all over both her hip and the outside of my pussy. I could feel my muscles inside there, squeezing and then loosening, over and over. I was starting to feel those little electric kinda shocks shoot through me.

This must be what heaven is like, I thought.

While I kept biting and sucking on her nipple, I moved my hand down over Mommy’s tummy. It was smooth and soft, but hard, too. Mommy’s tummy is really flat. I slid my hand down until I felt my fingers sliding into the crinkly hair there. Her legs opened wider, and I felt a moist heat on my hand, coming from between her legs. Holding my hand flat, I slid it down through her hair, over her pussy. When it got lower between her legs, I was kinda shocked to find that she was soaking wet there. The bedspread under her butt was all wet, and I could feel more leaking from inside her.

I felt her hand leave my head, and heard her slap both hands down next to her hips. Her butt lifted up off the bed, pressing her warm, wet pussy against my hand. She moaned again. “Oh, God yes, Baby… Touch my pussy, Baby Girl. Touch it for Mommy…”

I remembered how Mommy had taken her time with me last night, kinda teasing me a little bit. The way she’d made love to me had made everything build up until it was like a big explosion inside of me. I wanted it to be like that for her, too, so I decided to slow down a little bit. I lifted my head up from her nipple, and raised myself up so that I was kneeling on the bed with her thigh between my legs. I sat down on her leg, slowly rubbing my pussy up and down.

I looked at her face then. She was beautiful! There were little beads of sweat on her upper lip and on her forehead, her mouth was open a little bit as she breathed in and out really fast, kinda panting. Her skin, from her chest to her neck and up into her face, was flushed a deep red color. Her arms had fallen back so that her hands were just above her head. As she lay there panting, her tits were rising and falling, her nipples pointing straight up at the ceiling. I thought she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen in my life, and I felt a rush of love again, knowing that she wasn’t just my Mommy, but she was my girlfriend and my lover, too.

When she met my eyes, I smiled at her. She smiled back, still breathing hard. “You’re so beautiful, Mommy,” I said. “It almost makes me want to cry, you’re so beautiful.”

I saw the flush in her face deepen in color, and she smiled shyly. “I feel the same way about you, Baby Girl,” she said softly.

I stayed where I was, looking down at her. I kept sliding my hips back and forth, dragging my pussy over the skin of her thigh. It felt lovely, wet and hot, and I didn’t want the feeling to ever end. I reached up and started to kinda pet her boobs again, touching her nipples lightly with my fingertips, then dragging them down across her flat tummy. I just touched her everywhere I could reach; it made me feel good to see that every time my fingers touched her, her breathing got even quicker and she gasped and whimpered.

I reached behind me with one hand and started to run my fingertips along the inside of her thigh, the one that I wasn’t sitting on. Her skin was hot under my fingers, smooth and soft. I let my fingers trail almost all the way to her pussy, stopping just before I touched her there, and moving back down towards her knee again. After I did that a few times, I saw Mommy give me a smile and a kinda pleading look.

“You’re torturing me, you know,” she said softly. “Where did you learn how to be a tease?”

I smiled right back at her. “I’m just doing the same kinda things you did to me, Mommy,” I said.

She giggled softly, then gasped as I finally let my fingertips brush up and over her pussy. Her hips lifted up off the bed again, lifting me with them as her thigh raised up. I moved then, cuz I wanted to be able to pay attention to what I was doing. I wanted to make Mommy scream when she came. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to do that, but I was determined that I was gonna try to.

I knelt between her thighs, and I gasped when I finally got my first really good look at Mommy’s pussy. It was beautiful! There was no hair down between the insides of her thighs, just on the top. With her legs spread like they were, I could see everything. There were delicate little folds inside, like there were two sets of lips, not just one. I’d never really had a close up look at a pussy before, and I was surprised at how pretty Mommy’s was.

The hair there was exactly the same color as the hair on her head, bright, orangey-red, like a little fire on top of her pussy. I could see something, I wasn’t sure what, kinda poking out up near the top of her slit, like a teeny little button. There were light pink little folds of skin around it, that continued down to where I could just start to see the inside of it. Everything was a light, pretty pink color, and glistening wet, shining in the dim light. Down lower, I could see the tight little crinkle of her butt hole. I just knelt there and stared at everything, my fingers stroking both of her upper thighs.

I was a little hesitant at first, cuz I didn’t quite know where to start. I took a breath, and then I ran the fingers of both hands down from the top of Mommy’s pussy, through the hair and down along the sides of her wet pussy. It was hot! Hot and wet, and I suddenly noticed that there was a heavy, musky-sweet smell coming from there. I breathed it in deeply. It smelled wonderful!

When I could finally look up again, Mommy was staring at me with something that I didn’t recognize in her eyes. Love, yes; there was lots of love in her eyes. But there was something else, too, that I didn’t have a name for. Whatever it was, though, it made me shiver and feel all hot and tingly. I liked the way she was looking at me.

I musta looked nervous or something, cuz she smiled at me again. “You’re doing just fine, Baby Girl,” she whispered. “More than just fine; you’re doing everything perfectly.”

I still hesitated, though. I wasn’t quite sure what to do next. “Just touch me, Baby,” she said softly. “Touch me anyway that you want to.”

She smiled lazily, and brought one hand down to her own pussy, showing me. “This,” she said quietly, barely touching the little button-like thing, “is my clitoris, or my clit. It’s the most sensitive part of a girl’s body. The only reason it’s there is to make you feel good, to give you pleasure. It feels wonderful when it’s touched or kissed or licked.”

“This…” She brought her finger lower, to the opening that led inside her pussy. “This, you know of course, is my vagina. Or my pussy, or my cunt; whichever you prefer. It feels wonderful when you have something inside of it, moving back and forth.”

She smiled again, her hand returning to lay on the pillow near her head. “Just explore, Baby Girl. You can’t do anything wrong. Just explore and play with me.”

That intense look came back into her eyes as she kept staring at me.

“Just keep making love to me, Baby,” she whispered. “I’m yours; you can do anything you want to do to me.”

Still staring into her eyes, I ran my fingers up and back through the hair on Mommy’s pussy. As my fingers slid over her skin, she moaned softly, lifting her butt up again, pressing her pussy against my hands. Even though I wasn’t sure if I’d do it right, I moved so that I could lay on my tummy between her legs, my face really close to her pussy.

I could smell that musky-sweet smell even stronger now, it almost made me feel faint it was so nice. Slowly, I kinda edged closer and closer, then I pressed my lips against the wet skin of Mommy’s pussy. She moaned loudly the moment my lips touched her. Her hands came back down and caressed the sides of my head, stroking my hair as I began to put light little kisses all over her wet, hot flesh. I looked up across her body to see her staring at me, her eyes even more intense now, bright and glittery looking.

I still had my lips closed, just giving her pussy little light kisses. I was a little nervous, but in the end, I was more curious than nervous. I parted my lips, letting my tongue slide out a little bit, and tentatively tasted Mommy’s pussy.

Oh, my God, it was wonderful! It was strange for a few seconds, then, as the taste kinda exploded in my mouth, I thought it was amazing! It’s kinda hard to explain; it was like, I was tasting Mommy, but more than that. I was tasting her pleasure, tasting the things I was doing to her, tasting the way that I was making her feel. It was the most amazing thing I’d ever done!

Mommy’s reaction was immediate. When my tongue touched her, her hips bucked up off the bed again, grinding against my mouth. Her fingers tangled up in my hair, and she held me like that, pressing my face into her pussy. Now that I knew what to expect, I let my tongue move faster, exploring everywhere. Her skin was hot and wet, slick with my saliva and the wetness coming from inside her. God, this was so exciting! Mommy was whimpering and moaning steadily now, grinding her pussy in little circles against my mouth. I kept licking and kissing, tasting her. I couldn’t get enough of that wonderful taste!

Even though it was kinda hard to think straight, I remembered the things that Mommy had done to me, and I tried to imitate them now. I pushed my mouth hard against the opening of her pussy, and pushed my tongue out as far as I could, so that it slid inside of her. She gave a short scream, pulling me even harder against her, kinda like she wanted to pull all of me up inside of her. I felt the muscles inside tighten down on my tongue, then relax, then tighten again. This was so awesome!

I pushed my head back up, letting my tongue lick all along the whole way of Mommy’s wet pussy, till I got to that button thingy. Her clit? Yes, her clit, that’s what she called it. I let my tongue move across it before I closed my mouth on it and started to suck on it. Mommy gave a high-pitched cry, really loud, and clamped her legs tight around my head.

I noticed that every time my tongue touched it, it made her hips bounce up really hard, so I figured it must feel really good to her. I started to poke at it with the tip of my tongue, and she cried out even louder this time. Dimly, I could hear her talking to me, the words coming out really fast now, breathlessly.

“Don’t stop, Baby, don’t stop. Oh, God, Baby, that’s perfect! Keep doing that, Baby, yes! Your fingers, Baby Girl, use your fingers! Fuck me with your fingers, Jenny, please!!”

Fuck her? I didn’t know what that meant, but I tried to get my hand closer, so my fingers could touch her.

“Inside, Baby Girl, please! Put your fingers inside my pussy. Fuck me, Baby, fuck Mommy with your fingers!”

I got it then. I moved my hand, and then slid one finger through her slit, into the opening of her pussy. She moaned, loud and long.

“More, Baby, please! Put more in there!”

When I put a second finger inside of her, I felt her pussy clamp down really hard on them. She was still begging me to put more in, so I put a third, and then a fourth finger inside her pussy. It was wet and hot inside of her, slippery with the wetness flowing out of her.

“Move them in and out now, Baby.” She was gasping, panting. “In and out, Baby, that’s right. Oh, my God, Jenny!”

That last word, my name, was a long, high-pitched scream. Mommy’s fingers were holding my hair, all tangled up in it, pulling me against her pussy. I didn’t want to ever stop, even though my mouth was starting to ache a little. I kept sucking on her clit, then by accident, my teeth bit down a little bit, not hard, but it made Mommy scream out really loud. She wasn’t really talking now, just making all kinds of noises, grunting and groaning. Her hips were bouncing up and down on the bed. My fingers were wet and slick, sliding in and out of her pussy. I couldn’t believe how hot it was inside of her!

All of a sudden, Mommy’s whole body arched up off the bed, lifting me along with it. she was stiff, little shudders running through her whole body, her legs kinda trembling as she used them to hold my head locked against her pussy. I felt a big hot gush of liquid pour of her, all over my hand and chin, soaking the bedspread even more. She let out this long, strange sounding noise; I guess it’s what they mean when they say that someone wailed. It went on forever, it seemed like, her pussy clamping down on my fingers, squeezing them. I wondered if it was ever gonna stop!

Finally, Mommy shuddered again, really hard, and then her body went limp. She just kinda fell down onto the bed. Her breathing was really ragged, deep and hoarse sounding. I stopped moving my fingers inside her, and I moved my mouth away from her clit. Just like she had done last night, though, I stayed there, with my head laying on the top of her thigh. Slowly, I let my fingers slip out of her, and before I did anything else, I brought them to my mouth, tasting the sticky, musky liquid. Then I closed my eyes and just lay there, my fingers lightly stroking through the hair on Mommy’s pussy, kissing her there now and then.

After a little while, her breathing calmed down, and I heard her heave a deep sigh. Her fingers kinda toyed with my hair, playing with it absently.

“Oh, Baby Girl,” she said quietly. “I don’t think that I’ve ever come that hard before in my life. That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced.”

I rolled my eyes up so I could look at her. She was looking down at me, smiling. “You mean it?” I said. “You aren’t just trying to make me feel good?”

She pulled me up then, so that I was laying next to her, my head resting on her shoulder. She stroked my back, making me shiver a little. “I really mean it, Baby,” she said. “I’ve never felt anything like that before in my life.”

She sighed deeply again. “You,” she said, kissing the tip of my nose, “have just succeeded in making me your sex slave, Baby Girl. And that was your first time! I’m almost afraid to find out how good you’re going to be at this when you have some more practice!”

I could feel myself blushing. “I really did okay, then? Really?”

“Baby, trust me,” she said. “No one has ever done what you just did to me. I started coming the moment your mouth touched my pussy, and it just kept getting better and better.”

I felt a warmth rush through my body. I hadn’t really paid attention before, but now that it was over, I realized that I’d been really scared that I wouldn’t do it right, that somehow, I wouldn’t be able to make Mommy feel what I wanted her to feel. I felt myself blush again, and I snuggled down into her shoulder, letting her hold me. We stayed that way for a few minutes, just being close to each other.

“Mommy?” I said after a while.

“Mmm… Yes, Baby Girl?”

I tried not to smile, but I couldn’t help grinning. “If you’re my sex slave,” I said, “does that mean you hafta make love to me anytime I want you to?”

She laughed quietly. “Yes, I suppose it does, Baby. Though I may live to regret telling you that.”

“Then I want you to make love to me, Mommy. Right now, please!”

She rolled me onto my back, looking down at me. She kissed me, gently, staring at me for a few seconds. “Your wish,” she whispered softly, “is my command.”

I smiled and closed my eyes, waiting for her to begin. “Mommy, show me how,” I whispered. “Show me how to do everything…”

The End

 

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Happy First Birthday, Juicy Secrets!

  • Posted on May 4, 2016 at 1:52 pm

Yes, dear readers, May 4 is the day Juicy Secrets went “LIVE” for the first time! That was one year ago today, and the owners of this site — Naughty Mommy, JetBoy, and Cheryl Taggert — have decided to post our thoughts about the past year and this wonderful website!

Cheryl’s message:

A bit over a year ago, I received an email asking if I might be interested in starting a joint-venture website for publishing online erotica, specifically stories written by the website owners, as well as the best stories by other authors. To say I was flattered would be a gargantuan understatement. I was beside myself. Lisa even commented a few weeks into the project how happy I seemed to be when working on things for Juicy Secrets.

We hashed out what we wanted the site to be, and what we did not want it to be. We didn’t decide who would do what, exactly, but jobs just naturally fell to each of us. I set up the email account, terms of use, and the original submission guidelines — in other words, the things that needed to be written before we opened our little free shop of erotica. Naughty Mommy set up the website, and Danny/JetBoy became our archivist and chief editor. Yes, you can see that most of the actual “work” was done chiefly by my partners, but being fairly computer illiterate, I was a poor choice to do any of the website set-up work. You wouldn’t believe the meltdown I had one night when I thought I had completely lost a chapter I’d written. Thanks to Naughty Mommy, it was retrieved easily. I’ll never forget Lisa standing in our bedroom door and shouting over my sobs, “Relax! I’m sure she (Naughty Mommy) can get it back!”

To prepare my end of things, I began to copy my stories over from LL, having a wonderful time finding errors and problems to fix in them, since being able to edit a story was mostly impossible at LL since of course I never had admin rights there.

This new sense of having something wonderful and fulfilling to do was and is in direct contrast to the months I was getting chemo for stage zero (thank goodness!) cervical cancer at the end of 2014. I am basically cancer-free now. Life is good.

The time since we started this website has turned out to be the best year of my life on both a professional and personal level. After the U.S. Supreme Court allowed people of the same sex to marry, Lisa and I made quick plans to “tie the knot” before anyone could change their minds. We enjoyed a long honeymoon in New Orleans, still one of my favorite places in the world to visit, and I was totally and completely happy for the first time in my life. Not to mention I am so completely in love I sometimes cry from contemplating the beauty of it. (Lisa does too, and the fact that she does honors me.)

This was and still is in stark contrast to my life growing up. While I did have a lot of success in the sex department as a young girl and teenager, my personal life was one of unhappiness and unrealized connections with my parents, especially my mother, who never accepted my sexuality, something she always thought was a choice I made, mostly to upset her. The first “new” writing I posted on the website did a little to chronicle this problem to you, our readers, so you would understand some things about me.

Life now is just…different in so many ways. During the past year I have completed numerous writing projects — series begun during this year of J.S., as well as stories begun many years ago. I never thought I would gain the discipline as a writer to complete a project. Then, I began and finished Nanny for a Night, with chapter one posting May 9 of last year, and the final chapter posting on August 3. In less than three months, I had actually completed what was, essentially, an erotic novella of about 40,000 words. I won’t go into the celebration I had with Lisa upon completing a book for the first time, but suffice it to say, it was great! Then I finished my first full-length erotic novel, The Secret Society of the Pussycats Club, which was the first series I ever attempted to write, well over a decade ago at Nifty. It is now over 100,000 words, and the celebration of that completed work made the last celebration pale in comparison.

This success led to completing other stories I had begun long ago. Some went for a only a few chapters more, but they were finished. I would no longer receive an email asking me when I was planning to finish this or that story.

Now, I have only one former project to finish, I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, which already has a few new chapters added since I put it away for a time several years ago.

I finally feel like a writer. This makes me very happy.

Then, my father and I reconciled after many years of not speaking.

Then, Lisa and I bought a house and got a dog.

What’s next? I have no clue. The one thing I do know is that my life is what I always wanted it to be.

The future finally holds…promise.

JetBoy’s message:

When that fateful email from Naughty Mommy turned up in the JetBoy inbox, I’d already been thinking long and hard about how great it would be to have my very own website, a home for all the stories I’d cobbled together over a decade of writing lesbian incest and Lolita fiction. Only one problem: your Boy Author lacked the time, computer savvy and patience needed to do the grunt work involved in setting up a gen-you-wine story site, especially one that required such niceties as (shudder) formatting. Memories of attempting to set up a stylish page for my eBay store and getting reduced to a blithering wreck in the process still stung.

So when Naughty Mommy contacted Cheryl and me, asking if we thought she ought to set up her own erotic author site, my response was immediate: Yes, that’s a marvelous idea… and by the way, are you interested in taking on a partner, namely me? She replied with a thumbs-up, and another letter was swiftly dispatched to Cheryl, this time inviting her to make it a threesome. When her delighted acceptance followed the next day I knew, before a single brick had been laid, that we were on the verge of something truly special.

The next few weeks were a monkey-barrel of activity, what with getting the site up in the first place (all Naughty Mommy’s doing) and front-loading it with our stories. Meanwhile, we three embarked on lengthy email discussions about Juicy Secrets, quickly working out a shared vision of where we wanted our fledgling site to go. It’s almost scary how similar in alignment our minds were (and remain) when it comes to Things Erotic. In fact, Cheryl, Naughty Mommy and I often refer to each other in our hundreds of back-and-forth messages as siblings — two sisters and a big brother, all of whom enjoy lesbian stories with an edge.

We were lucky enough to have the much-missed Story Friends Forum around just long enough for us to plug the hell out of Juicy Secrets before their plug got pulled, so we had something of an audience at the very start. (Many of you are still dropping by to visit, bless your hearts.)

My partners and I agreed at the start that we wanted to feature other writing besides ours, and encouraged submissions from the public, along with seeking out authors we respected and asking them nicely for material. Some of those stories can be found here; others didn’t make the cut. The three of us make no secret about setting our standards high — and that goes for each other’s work, by the way! (This seems like a good place to offer our sincere and hearty thanks to anyone who cared enough to contribute to our beloved site, whether your stories got chosen or not — and to those of you who offer us stories in the future.)

When the Leslita site seemed about to close for good, my partners and I decided that there was far too much of genuine value to let sink into the tar pit of oblivion. Thus, the Leslita Archive was born, home to some of our favorite stories from their massive collection. This project was put on hiatus when Leslita temporarily came to back to life, then revived when the site fell silent again. Expect to see more gems from Leslita’s glory days in the months ahead, many of them suggested by you loyal readers.

Twelve months on, I’m positively dazzled by the thing of beauty Juicy Secrets has become, and eager to make it shine even brighter during its second year of life. Contributing to this site has been a joy, a fascinating pastime and an honor. More thanks than I can cram into one blog post is extended like a bouquet of flowers to my Juicy Secrets cohorts, friends and virtual sisters, Naughty Mommy and Cheryl. Love you guys.

Finally, a heartfelt helping of gratitude to you, our public. We don’t draw any kind of wage for doing Juicy Secrets, but the site has enriched us nonetheless — because, you see, we have taken our payment in friends. You are our reward.

Naughty Mommy’s message:

Hmm, let’s see, stories about little girls getting curious about their bodies, playing naughty games with each other… fictional accounts of women having sex with underage girls… erotica about sisters, or mothers and daughters, becoming sexual with one another… who would ever want to read something like that?

I began composing stories like those for my own enjoyment around fifteen years ago, when I was in my mid-20s (you can read more about that here). But honestly, I never imagined that someday I would actually make my work public. And I certainly never thought I would become a partner in a website devoted specifically to the kind of fiction I love to write. It’s just amazing!

What a wonderful journey of discovery this has been: exploring my own deepest, darkest fantasies, letting them out into the open just for myself in my dirty stories … then finding similar erotica online at Nifty.org and later at Lesbian Lolita, loving the things I read there, masturbating again and again as I read them … becoming a big fan of two authors in particular, Cheryl Taggert and JetBoy, craving and savoring their stories, but once again never dreaming I would be associated with them someday the way I am now … gradually building up my courage until finally I took the big leap of posting a story at Leslita, and then getting so many supportive and encouraging comments … which motivated me to pick up another little piece I’d started writing a few years earlier, then called Underage Voyeurs, adding on to the first few chapters, watching the tale grow and evolve, changing the title to The Joy of Looking, and then … well, the rest, as the saying goes, is history.

But back to the question I began with — who would ever want to read fiction about the kind of topics I enjoy writing about? Evidently a lot of people would! My partners and I have been so pleased to find that there really is a substantial audience interested in our specific erotic niche. It’s been gratifying to look at the numbers, to know that every month tens of thousands of different people are visiting Juicy Secrets and reading the stories we post. It’s incredible!

The other thing that’s been fantastically rewarding is all the comments we’ve received. As of this writing, we have approved almost 4,000 comments from site visitors. Can you believe that? The steady interaction with our readers, the many conversations taking place at the Juicy Readers Forum, the stimulating back and forth between creators and consumers — that’s what our site is really all about.

So please keep it up. Let’s make the second year even better than the first, okay? You know what we like to say: keep coming back, and keep coming. We love you!

 

 

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The Joy of Looking, Chapter 125

  • Posted on May 3, 2016 at 4:22 pm

By Naughty Mommy

My sister Molly got there first. She was only two people away from Miranda in our circle, so she didn’t have far to go. But she practically leaped in front of her, begging to taste the milk that was beading at the tips of the woman’s nipples.

The rest of us gathered around too. Facing Miranda, right beside Molly, was my mother, and I was next to her. On the other side of Molly was Dana. Other women and girls pressed in from all sides.

“Hope I have enough for everyone,” Miranda giggled.

“It certainly looks as if you do,” said my mom as she gazed at the bulging breasts, licking her lips. “Would you mind if I have a taste?”

“No, of course I wouldn’t mind,” smiled the brunette. “I’d love it.”

“Me too me too, please?” Molly begged, bouncing up and down with excitement. Her eagerness made Miranda laugh.

I’d sort of expected us to move to the bed or something at that point, but we didn’t. We remained standing in the middle of Mommy’s bedroom as she and my little sister fastened their mouths over the nursing mother’s tempting nipples and began to drink.

Miranda sighed with pleasure, smiling and cooing, stroking the shiny golden hair of a 32-year-old woman and a 9-year-old girl. I didn’t know if she’d ever had a blonde suck her tits before. Both of her children had very dark hair, and Karen, Miranda’s girlfriend, was a brunette too. So maybe this was a new experience for her, in a way.

I was leaning in, wanting to watch, not miss a thing. I had one arm around my mother’s bare shoulders. My other hand was between my legs, rubbing my pussy. Mommy’s eyes were closed as she sucked, but then she opened them and glanced to the side, finding me right next to her. Her face brightened.

She left the nipple for a moment, turning to kiss me. As our lips met, we both parted them — and then I almost choked. I was startled to suddenly find warm milk in my mouth. It wasn’t that I didn’t like it, I loved it, but it was just a big surprise. Some of the milk dribbled down my chin. I swallowed the rest.

My mom chuckled and licked my chin, then said, “Go ahead, sweetie, you can suck her yummy tit now. Then give someone else a chance, okay?”

“Okay,” I nodded, moving into place.

I gazed at the nipple for a moment. It was dark, puckered, and wet with my mother’s saliva. A bead of milky fluid gleamed at the tip. Trembling with arousal, I extended my tongue and licked the end of the nipple.

“Fuck, yes,” I heard Miranda whisper. Then I felt her hand behind my head, pulling me closer. “Suck Mama’s nipple, pretty girl,” she urged, and so I did.

We all took turns. Everyone had a taste of the woman’s breast milk as we stood in the center of the room, and then after that, we moved to the bed.

“Why don’t you tell them what you told me,” my mom said to Miranda, “how it started with Marisol — I think they’d like to hear that.”

“You mean…” the brunette grinned, her hand sliding down between her legs. She was leaning against the headboard, cushioned by a pillow.

“Uh-huh,” Mommy nodded.

“All right.” Miranda turned to Marisol, who was next to her, cuddling close. We were all nude, of course — four women, two teenage girls, and five pre-teens, seated on my mother’s king-size bed.

Miranda nuzzled her daughter’s nose, then gave the girl a long, tender, romantic kiss. We sighed as we watched. My hand was on my clit again. It was automatic. I couldn’t not rub myself in the heat of such an erotic moment. And I wasn’t the only one. Glancing around, I saw that nearly everyone else was masturbating too.

When they finished the passionate kiss, Miranda smiled at us. “Okay, so, I think everybody here already knows that when Marisol was a baby, I used to masturbate as I nursed her — not when my husband was there, or anyone else, but just when we were alone, the two of us. Anyway, I loved how it felt to have a little girl sucking my nipple. It was different than anything I’d ever known, sexier, hotter, kinkier. I can’t really describe it, but… it just really turned me on.”

“I know what you mean,” said Dana, “definitely.”

“Mmm, yes,” my mother agreed, as she fucked herself with two fingers.

Miranda winked at her, then went on, “So, the really kinky thing I did was, well, I started rubbing my, um, you know, the lubrication from my vagina —”

“Pussy juice,” I interjected.

“Yeah, pussy juice, that’s right,” Miranda chuckled. “It really excited me for some reason to rub my, um, pussy juice on my nipples while I was masturbating. I still like doing that. But the thing is, Marisol really seemed to like it too. If I rubbed some of the stuff on one nipple while she was sucking the other and then we switched over, it was just amazing. Her eyes would go wide and she would suck even harder, as if she loved the taste of it, of my pussy. And that turned me on even more. It made me come so hard when I thought about what we were doing.”

“Oh my god,” Megan sighed. I looked at her. She was on her side, reclining, a hand working fast between her legs. Her daughter, Samantha, was sucking Megan’s nipple.

As Miranda was about to continue with her story, were heard a cry. It was Dana. She was coming. I knew how easy it was for her. She could usually reach orgasm quickly, almost anytime, anywhere. And right after her it was my sister Kate. She squealed loudly, the middle finger of her right hand plunging in and out of her nearly hairless pussy.

No one else climaxed then, only the two of them. But everyone else was masturbating, even the youngest girls. The sexual heat in the room was so strong you could feel it.

“I never wanted to stop breastfeeding Marisol,” Miranda told us, “and I hoped she’d want to go on for a long time too. To encourage her, when she was about three years old, I started rubbing my nipples first with my pussy juice before I began feeding her. She really seemed to like the taste a lot. Sometimes, in fact, while I was masturbating as she nursed, and especially right after I came, I would give her some of it directly from my finger. You know, just take my finger out of my vagina and bring it straight to her mouth.”

My mom came when she heard that, and then I did too. That made four orgasms so far. Many more would soon follow, but first we got to hear Miranda reach the climax of her story, so to speak.

“When my daughter was five, I finally went all the way with her,” said the brunette. “By that point, while she was breastfeeding and I was masturbating, she’d spend about half the time sucking on my nipple and the other half, if not more, licking and sucking my finger, tasting my pussy juice. So then I decided, why not let her have what she wants right from the source, you know?”

That forbidden idea put Megan over the top. The redhead groaned and shuddered as a powerful orgasm surged through her long, lean body. Samantha continued sucking her mom’s nipple as this took place, while also rubbing her own pussy.

Suddenly I heard Dana climaxing again — and when I looked at her, I discovered that Molly and Chelsea were now locked in a ‘69’ near the end of the bed, with Molly on top. Seeing them like that made me want to come again as well. I fondled my clit and shoved a finger inside my dripping vagina as I turned back to Miranda.

“Do you remember that, honey?” the woman was asking her daughter. “That first time, when you were five?”

“Yeah, of course I do, Mama,” Marisol nodded happily. “It was really fun.”

Miranda gave the girl another long, loving, lustful kiss, then said to us, “I know I’ll never forget it. I didn’t even have to say anything to her. By then, of course, she was old enough to know where all that tasty juice was coming from. She’d watched me masturbate, had seen me pushing my finger inside myself before I brought it to her mouth, and had been right there with me many, many times as I climaxed. So, when I sort of gently moved her down between my legs, putting her face in front of my pussy, she seemed to know just what to do. Right away she started licking me, like a kitten lapping milk from a bowl —”

“Fuck!” gasped my mom, as she reached climax. Katie came again too, and then Dana for maybe the fourth or fifth time.

Smiling and licking her lips as she looked around at us, Miranda continued the story. She was rubbing herself too, fingers sliding around within the tangles of her dark pubic hair — which, I saw, was matted with her juices. She said, “I came almost immediately, as soon as I felt her tongue on me, didn’t I, honey?”

“Uh-huh,” Marisol murmured, then put her mouth over mother’s nipple and began to suck.

“Oh god,” I groaned. I was right at the brink, ready to come again, but I didn’t want to miss any of this exciting, erotic tale. I was trying to hold on, stay at the very edge, if I could, while I continued to listen.

As it turned out, however, that was pretty much the end of it — not of the orgy, but of the storytelling. Karen, who hadn’t come yet as far as I knew, was seated on the other side of Miranda, and had been petting the woman, sometimes kissing her cheek, while playing with herself too. But now, apparently, she was overcome with desire.

When she saw Marisol take Miranda’s nipple into her mouth, Karen moaned and suddenly dove between the woman’s legs, eating her cunt. Dana quickly latched on to Miranda’s other breast as she continued to masturbate. My mom sort of climbed on top of Dana then, humping her from behind, while also kissing Miranda. Kate got down between Karen’s legs and started licking. She was lying on her back, with Karen sitting on her face. I never can resist my sister’s pussy, so I moved down on the bed to eat Kate. That put me right next to Molly and Chelsea, who were still in a 69. I don’t know if they had come yet or not, but when they saw that I was there, they both jumped and up and glommed into my body, hands and fingers and tongues and lips going everywhere, on my nipples, on my pussy, in my butt.

We went on that way for a while, changing positions, switching partners, sucking and licking and kissing and fucking, bodies sliding around on one another, young girls and grown women enjoying orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.

It got rather kinky too, led mostly by my mom. At one point, she was squatting on the bed in front of Miranda — who was still leaning against the headboard — holding her pussy open with her fingers, begging the woman to squirt milk onto and into her cunt. Then Mommy fucked Miranda’s hard nipple with her pussy, a totally amazing thing to see, and after that, she stood up straight and fucked her face the same way.

There was a lot of milk being exchanged. Girls would suck Miranda’s nipples and then kiss each other, giggling as they shared the creamy treat. Inspired by my mother, each of the other women lay back on the bed and urged Miranda to express milk into their vaginas, then immediately asked their daughters to lick it all up.

As a sort of grand finale, my mom instructed the four youngest girls — Molly, Chelsea, Marisol, and Samantha — to lie down, side by side. She had Miranda kneel over them and dribble milk from her breasts onto the girls, on their faces, their chests, their tummies, and of course onto and inside their little pussies, which they eagerly held open. Then the four moms, the mothers of the girls, got to clean them off, licking up the milk and making love to their daughters while Karen and Kate and I watched and masturbated.

Sometimes I have to pinch myself and realize that it’s not just a dream, that I’m actually living this incredibly great life. There I was, on my mother’s bed, watching her eat my little sister’s pussy, and also watching three other moms eat their own little girls — oh my god, wow!! I had a huge orgasm to finish off the night, climaxing at almost the same time that Molly did.

* * *

By then, it was getting pretty late, well past bedtime for the younger ones. We’d made no plans for a sleepover, and perhaps Miranda decided that her kids would sleep better at home. In any case, she gathered up their clothes, hers and Marisol’s, from the floor, and they began to get dressed, as did Karen. I was sort of hoping my mom might ask them to stay, but on the other hand, we did have that gigantic slumber party coming up the very next night, so maybe it was best.

Megan and Samantha put their clothes on as well, and so did Dana and Chelsea. The four of them were leaving to spend the night at Dana’s apartment. The rest of us, Mommy, Kate, Molly, and I, stayed naked. We walked downstairs to say goodbye.

“Thank you, Suzanne,” Miranda said, as she hugged my mom. They shared a long kiss, and then she repeated, “Thank you. Thank you so much for everything.”

“You’re welcome, sweetie,” said my mother, petting the woman’s cheek. “I’m so glad we met. Karen is very lucky to have you. And you’re lucky to have her.”

They both laughed. “You’re right, I am,” Miranda agreed.

More hugs and kisses were exchanged all around — our goodbyes sometimes seemed to take forever — and then finally they were out the door, into their cars, and gone. We were left with our own happy little family, a mom and three girls.

“Ready for bed?” Mommy asked. “Or do you kids want to play around some more first?”

“How about porn? Can we watch porn?” asked Kate.

“Sure, if you want to,” our mother chuckled.

So, we went upstairs to her bedroom and got in bed. The sheets were still somewhat damp in spots with milk and other bodily fluids, but none of us minded that. Mommy inserted a lesbian DVD into the player and turned on the wall-mounted plasma TV, a fairly new addition to the room.

We watched and masturbated, and we each came at least once, but the truth is, we were pretty much worn out. After only about 20 minutes, we decided to turn the DVD off. I thought that would be the end of it, that we’d go to sleep then, but there was one more little surprise.

“Can I ask you girls a favor?” Mommy said. Of course, anything, we all replied.

“Well,” she grinned, “this is something I don’t think we’ve ever done before, and I’d really like it if you’d do it for me.”

“What is it?” I asked.

In reply, our mother pushed the sheets down to her knees and spread her long legs apart. Using her fingers, she pulled back her labia, exposing her vagina.

“I want my girls to fuck me,” she said in a husky voice, “all three of my daughters, all at once. Each of you put a finger inside, okay?”

“You want us to fuck your cunt?” I leered.

Mommy nodded.

“I like that idea,” Kate giggled, as she scooted down between our mother’s legs. Molly was right behind her. I quickly got in place too.

“God, I love fucking my mom’s cunt,” said Kate, as she slowly slid a finger up inside. Molly and I each put a finger in as well. Our mother groaned in pleasure. She was very wet.

This was definitely something new. We’d fucked her pussy two at a time before, on numerous occasions, but never all three at once.

“Now fuck me hard,” Mommy said, as we began moving our fingers together, finding a rhythm. “It’s so hot, three little girls fucking their own mother, so dirty, so nasty, so good!”

She held her breasts in her hands, lifting them toward her face, bending low and tucking her chin so she could lick the erect nipples. “Fuck your mommy, little girls,” she urged. “Fuck your mommy’s pussy.”

“Mommy’s cunt, Mommy’s cunt,” Kate chanted as she stared at our fingers sliding in and out, gleaming with our mother’s juices.

“Yeah,” said Molly, “I love Mommy’s cunt. I love Mommy’s cunt so much.”

“Fucking hot cunt,” I hissed, “fucking our mother’s hot cunt. Three little girls fucking Mommy’s cunt.”

“God, fuck!” our mother gasped. “I’m getting close, so close. Don’t stop — fuck me harder, harder, harder — make Mommy come!”

We fucked her and fucked her and within only a few more seconds, she climaxed.

Mommy groaned, throwing her head back, hands now gripping the sheets, crying out as powerful spasms burst through her. I could feel the muscles of her vagina clamping down around our fingers. Hot, slippery fluids oozed out, soaking the sheets. The smell was delicious, the spicy scent of our mother’s sex, better than any perfume ever could be.

And that was the end, finally. Our mom thanked us, kissing us, sucking our fingers as we crawled up to say goodnight and lie beside her. I reached over to switch off the lamp, then cuddled with my wonderful mother and with my sisters. We all slept very soundly.

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I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 24

  • Posted on May 3, 2016 at 6:29 am

Jenna’s Big Secret

By Cheryl Taggert 

Dear Readers: If you read chapter 23 before I changed the ending, you may be expecting a male private detective. After some consideration, I decided to change “him” to a “her” to allow for, shall we say, more possibilities. I hope nobody minds the change. (Of COURSE you don’t!! Now, here is chapter 24. Enjoy!!)

If you need help keeping up with the characters, you may go here.

Carmen decided to get dressed and go home before the private detective showed up. I wished her luck with getting together with her sister, and we sat in the kitchen at the breakfast bar to talk with Mom until the woman arrived.

“You girls need to be more careful about who knows about what the three of us do together. If someone tells, there are a lot of people who will have me convicted before the trial even starts. Crimes that involve sex are always big stories, and if the public knew that a porn star had seduced her own daughter at the age of six, our life as we know it would be over, even if I managed somehow to win the court case,” Mom said. She didn’t sound worried, exactly, since a lot of people from her work knew what we did together — and enjoyed the things I had learned — but I saw her point. She knew those who were aware of our private sex lives and knew they could be trusted; a ten-year-old girl she didn’t really know was a different story altogether.

“We won’t tell anyone else, Mom. I promise.”

It occurred to me that Deanna had known for a long time, but then again, she had enjoyed many sexual encounters with adults as well. I guess it was different if the girl had not engaged in that behavior.

I changed the subject back to this private detective Mom had hired.

“Who is this person?” I asked.

“Her name is Gwen Fremont. She comes highly recommended.”

“By who?” Jenna asked.

“Whom,” Mom corrected. I always thought it was funny how everyone thought women in porn were stupid, uneducated bimbos. If they were, my mom was certainly the exception.

“By whom?” Jenna said, putting emphasis on the correction.

“Bob,” Mom said. Bob was the guy who directed most of Mom’s movies. He was a nice man who was fine with everything I did when I visited Mom’s work. He was especially fine with the blowjobs I would give him.

I wasn’t sure how Bob knew this woman, but I trusted Mom in her decisions.

The doorbell rang, and I got up to answer it.

I was expecting some frumpy woman, heavy-set or more masculine than feminine. I had always pictured private eyes to be men. I know that is sexist of me, but I couldn’t help it. They always seemed to be men on TV.

What I found at our door was an attractive, raven-haired woman about my mother’s height (5′ 7″) and with a pretty smile that made her nose crinkle. To this day, I find this attractive in a woman. Her smile touched her eyes, and I fell in love with her at first sight. Of course, I was doing that a lot at age thirteen, but Gwen was definitely pretty. I wouldn’t call her gorgeous, but she was slim, with nicely shaped boobs that were obviously her own. (I could tell because they didn’t look like mountains sticking straight out from her chest.) She had a nice figure, with hips that flared from a trim waist. She was someone who kept herself in shape, and I appreciated that as well.

Of course, her profession probably had a lot to do with that.

“Are you Gwen Fremont?” I asked, doing my best to be polite.

“Yes, I am. And you are…?” She left the question hanging in the air.

“I’m Cheryl. C’mon in.”

I escorted her to the formal living room, where Mom had asked me to bring her before I went to let her in.

Mom stood when she entered and offered her hand for Gwen to shake. She shook it gently as Mom introduced herself and Jenna, ending with “I suppose you met Cheryl.” She pointed to the sofa. “Have a seat, please.”

Mom asked me to take Jenna and go watch some TV or something. I was about to protest and ask if we could stay when I saw Jenna and realized staying was the last thing on her mind. She was uncomfortable around adult strangers, though I wasn’t sure why, so I took her hand and we went to downstairs to the playroom.

When we got there, I decided it was time to talk to Jenna about her fear of adults she did not know. I thought it was silly, to be honest, and wanted to know what she was so afraid of. I wanted to be listening in on Mom’s and Ms. Fremont’s conversation about finding out what happened to Cindy, but Jenna’s fear had precluded that from happening.

“Jenna?” I asked.

“Yeah?” Jenna picked up the remote and turned the TV on to watch a cartoon or something else that might interest us.

“Why are you so nervous around adults you don’t know, even women? I’ve noticed that sometimes if you don’t know the person you act all scared or something. Why is that? They’re not going to hurt you, you know.”

“You don’t know that,” she answered. “Some people can hurt you. Some even have a plan to hurt you.”

I thought I understood now. Her mom had probably been killed, and this made her wary of strangers.

“You mean like with your mom?”

“Well, there’s that,” she said, pausing before continuing, “but there’s more.”

She stared down at the carpet. I had the feeling she was deciding something, making up her mind about something that had troubled her. The TV was muted, and she wasn’t even bothering to turn it up. The people on the screen continued moving their mouths and reacting to each other, but we knew nothing of their situation.

It occurred to me that I knew nothing really about Jenna’s situation. She had come to live with us against her will, wanting to stay with her mom, of course, but doing that would have probably ended up with her own death as well. We talked about sex and our favorite shows. Listened to the songs we liked and argued over which movie was better. We were like sisters in most ways.

But I really knew nothing of Jenna’s life before she arrived with her mom that dreadful night that had started so well.

“What is it, Jen-a-licious?” I asked, using my favorite pet name for her.

She looked at me and I saw she was crying. The tears had barely started, but now they were becoming a storm.

I moved closer to my baby sister and took her in my arms, holding her close and kissing her hair that smelled of lilac shampoo.

She continued to sob, and I wondered what door into her past I had opened to cause this. After about five minutes, she began to gain some control over herself to where she could talk.

“I–I was…raped,” she cried. “A man my mom knew raped me. I was only five. Mom didn’t do anything about it because she was scared of him. He used to come over sometimes and make me do things. Then, he brought this old woman over and she raped me too. I’ve been afraid of strangers ever since unless they are real friends of Mom or Mommy.” Jenna referred to my mom as “mom” and her mom as “mommy,” so I knew what she meant.

At first I tried to reason with her. “Mom knows Gwen.”

“No, she doesn’t. She just heard about her from Bob.”

Then, I realized what had happened to my little sister when she was just a little girl of five, and I got angry. My heart began to pound in my chest, hammering against my rib cage. I felt my blood seem to boil in my veins. It was the first time I ever wanted to find someone and kill him, not to mention the old woman, too.

All the sex I had ever had in my life was consensual. The men, the women, the girls — it didn’t matter who. I was in control of the situation at all times. The men knew my mom would kill the one who fucked me, so those encounters had remained oral in nature. Each encounter with each sexual partner was fun, sexy, and exciting. Each had been like a party just for me.

But this? Taking something from Jenna he had no right to take? Then bringing someone else in to do whatever she wanted, without Jenna’s consent and obviously frightening her terribly and getting away with it?

Tears of my own spilled down my cheeks, but they were tears of anger. So this was how this wonderful girl I had come to think of as my baby sister lost her hymen? I was going into a rage.

Standing, I stomped upstairs to the formal living room, where Ms. Fremont and Mom were still discussing aspects of Cindy’s disappearance.

As I entered the room, Ms. Fremont was saying, “So that’s the last time you saw her, when she left your house that night?”

Mom saw me and her eyes widened when she realized I was crying. “What is it?!” she asked, wondering what had happened that would cause me to burst in on them in tears. “Is Jenna okay?!”

“Not really,” I said, anger punctuating each word.

Mom walked up to me and, taking me gently by the shoulders and looking into my eyes, said, “What are you talking about? What happened?”

“When Ms. Fremont is finished finding out what happened to Cindy, she has another job to do for us.” This wasn’t a request. It was a demand. I wasn’t used to talking to my mother this way, but I was so incensed at what had been done to Jenna I wasn’t thinking very straight.

“What on earth are you talking about?!” Mom was looking at me when she said this, but then Jenna came into the room.

“It’s okay!” she was nearly screaming. “Really! It’s okay!” She had taken my arm and was trying to pull me out of the room and back downstairs.

Mom looked at Ms. Fremont and apologized. “I’m sorry. Would you give me a minute? I’ll be back in a flash.” With that, Mom herded us into the kitchen, seating us at the breakfast bar.

“What is this all about?”

“Nothing,” Jenna started, but Mom wouldn’t have it.

“This may be a lot of things, but ‘nothing’ isn’t one of them. Out with it!”

“Jenna was raped when she was five,” I said. There. It was out there, ready to be dealt with.

Mom looked at Jenna, her mouth agape, sorrow and compassion in her eyes.

“Is this true?” she asked. “Did someone…” she paused, “rape you?”

Jenna started sobbing again, and Mom basically had her answer.

“Who was it?” Mom asked.

“A man who knew Cindy,” I said since Jenna wasn’t able to talk right then. “He raped her and even brought an old woman over to rape her as well. Cindy was too afraid of the man to do anything about it.” A thought occurred to me. “Hey! Maybe he’s the one we’re looking for after all? Maybe he knows what happened to Cindy! He may have even done something to her himself!”

“Cheryl, don’t let your imagination run away with you. We’ll see to this in the morning. Take Jenna and the two of you get your bath. I’ll have supper ready when you finish. I’ll handle this.” She looked at Jenna and folded her in her arms. “Sweetie, I’m so sorry this happened to you. I promise we won’t let this man get away with it. I know people and if your mom knew him, we’ll find him. He won’t do this to any more little girls. I promise.”

Jenna stepped back from Mom’s embrace. She was not happy about this but had no choice. It was out now, and it would be dealt with. Putting my arm around her shoulder, which she reluctantly accepted, we went to her room and undressed for a bath.

After running a tub of hot water, we stepped in and sat down. I was leaning against the end of the tub away from the faucet, and Jenna sat between my legs. I knew this wasn’t a time for sex. It was a time for comforting, a moment for cuddling with my little sister. The sex could come later when I took her to bed to sleep with me. I wasn’t going to leave her to sleep alone tonight — maybe not for a while, in fact.

I soaped her all over, making her lift her legs one at a time. Then I washed her belly and chest before moving to her back. After that, I let her scoot down to rinse off the suds. Then I had her stand and I soaped her pussy and butt. I smiled up at her as I did this, and she smiled back. It was the first smile I’d seen since leaving the kitchen to let Ms. Fremont in.

“I love you. You know that, don’t you?” I asked.

“Yeah.” She seemed to be in thought again as she paused. “I love you, too. A whole lot.”

She sat facing me to rinse the soap from her butt and pussy. She scooted closer to me and put her arms around my neck. Pulling me close, she kissed me. The kiss lasted long enough to cause both our pussies to begin to get slippery from our juices. I knew it was happening to me, at least, and as it turned out, it was happening to Jenna too.

“Can I wash you?” she asked, a wicked grin forming on her lovely face.

I couldn’t understand then how she could move so quickly from extremely upset to moderately horny. It wasn’t until I grew up that I realized that kids are like rubber balls. They bounce back easily.

I smiled and nodded in response to her question. Soon, she was lathering my boobs, pinching my nipples and overall getting me hornier by the second. When she had me stand to wash my pussy and butt, she took considerably longer at that task than I had taken with her.

Her soapy fingers glided across my skin, squeezing my butt cheeks, tickling my butthole, inserting a finger just a little bit, then moving to my pussy, where her hands explored me as if she’d never touched me there before.

I was getting close when Mom stepped into the bathroom.

“Well, I guess you two are feeling better,” she said before adding. “Dinner’s ready.”

“What are we having?” I asked.

“Salmon, with mashed potatoes and green beans.”

“YAY!” Jenna said.

“Can I come first?” I asked Mom.

“No, you can’t come in that way, but you can come eat your dinner. Then we can all pile into my bed and have fun.”

I was on edge the entire time we ate. I love salmon, but my pussy was tingling the entire time.

Afterwards, we cleaned up the dishes and went into Mom’s room, where we did exactly as she suggested we could. We piled on her bed to have fun.

“Let me watch you two first,” Mom said, as she lay back against her pillows that were propped on the headboard of the bed frame.

I moved to Jenna and pushed her back against the plush mattress. I began to kiss and lick my way down from her mouth to her toes. I skipped her small nipples and, more importantly, her pussy. Then turning her over, I started again at her toes and worked my way up. I did dip my tongue into the crevice to touch her butthole and spread her legs a bit to lick her slit that was open to me, but I didn’t linger there. I moved up her back to her neck, which I licked and kissed until my baby sister was moaning with need.

At that point I began moving down the front of her body again, this time stopping at her nipples and tasting them. Then I moved down to her pussy, which I devoured happily and greedily. Then turning her over, I lifted her butt so she was on her knees, but her face was still lying on the mattress. It gave me perfect access to her butthole and pussy. I licked her and tongued her clit and butthole until she was squirming.

I looked over at Mom, and she had three fingers of one hand pistoning in and out of her pussy, while her other hand was occupied with her clit, massaging it to the point of coming, but not quite that far. I could tell she was waiting for Jenna, at least, to come, before we both fell on her to bring her to orgasm.

Jenna was whimpering with the need to come, so I concentrated on her delicious little clit, licking that small nubbin of flesh until she began to come. She screamed and gasped as the orgasm took her on its wonderful ride.

When she’d finished coming, I moved to Mom and put my mouth on her pussy. Jenna moved over to us, but instead of licking Mom or anything, she glued her mouth to my mound, kissing and tonguing me there. I thought I would blast off immediately, but I managed to hold off long enough to bring my mother off with me.

Soon, we were both gasping and moaning as we each rode our climax to its conclusion.

Lying there afterwards, we talked a bit, explaining to Jenna that we would protect her at all costs. We vowed to never give up the search for the man who had done that to her. Mom filled us in on what Gwen would be doing, which basically meant trying to find anyone who knew her to interview them about Cindy…her habits, her hobbies, anything that might provide a lead, as well as looking into the people who “owned” her.

Then we gathered our strength once again before moving on to round two, which would lead to a round three. Jenna and I didn’t go to my room until around 9:30 that night, over an hour-and-a-half after we had tumbled into Mom’s bed for our lovemaking.

“You okay?” I asked, still concerned about Jenna.

“Yeah. Sorry I lost it today.”

“You don’t need to apologize. I’m just surprised you didn’t say anything until now about it,” I said, snuggling under the covers and holding her close.

“I wanted to a thousand times, but I was afraid you’d make me leave.”

Where this logic came from, heaven only knows. I looked at her. “Jenna, we’d never make you leave. You’re part of the family now.”

She smiled, kissed me, and turned so that we could spoon.

We needed to find out what happened to Cindy, which was the ugliness that was a constant companion of our lives. But Jenna was the silver lining to that cloud.

I fell asleep inhaling the wonderful fragrance of her hair and giving her head small kisses of love while wondering how life could have been happy before she came to live with us.

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Scouting for Girls, Chapter 4

  • Posted on May 1, 2016 at 2:08 pm

Lovey Dovey

By eloquent delinquent

Before they get back to Cassidy’s house, a layer of overcast starts to roll in from the sea, making the late afternoon sunlight hazy and golden. Nicole’s come to associate this quality of light with Lake Michigan and being cold, but here in northern California in high summer, it just means a gentle, refreshing breeze and relief from the last of the day’s heat. It just makes everything look prettier.

They roll into Cassidy’s broad front yard together, with Cassidy dismounting her bike with the same daredevil grace that gets her on it.

“Oh man I can’t wait to go back,” she says as soon as she brings the big bike to a halt.

The other girls agree whole-heartedly. “So fun!” exclaims Lena. They recount their favorite moments from the pool.

Fawn keeps casting darting glances at the house. It’s so distracting to the others that their chatting comes to a halt, and there’s an awkward pause before Fawn realizes it’s because of her. When she figures it out, she shrinks into herself a little and makes a lopsided, guilty smile.

“What is it?” Cassidy asks.

“Is… Is your mom home?”

“Well, it’s after six, so… duh. Yeah, she’s home.”

Fawn nods, looks down.

“You know, you can be with me even when she’s home. I’m sure she’d be cool with it, you’ll see.”

She nods again, furtively. “Yeah, I know, she’s nice. I just, I’d be so nervous and stuff. It’s your house, it’s not like…” she glances at Nicole, then says, “you know.”

Cassidy runs her hand through her wild shock of chestnut brown hair. She frowns a little, clearly disappointed, but she suddenly collects herself and saunters over to where Fawn is still straddling her bike. “Okay… but I’ll see you on Friday, and everything will be just right.”

Fawn smiles, relieved at being understood, accepted. “Yeah! For sure.”

Taking Fawn’s hand and swinging it affectionately for a second, Cassidy says, “Until then, think about it, wallflower.”

She leans in and plants another exaggerated, forceful kiss on Fawn’s cheek, and the coltish subject of her affections twists her toe in the gravel as she receives it, smiling in happy embarrassment.

When Cassidy seals the kiss with a hearty ‘smack,’ she draws back with a smug little grin. That look turns to pure surprise when Fawn ducks in and pecks her right on the lips.

Fawn giggles, delighted with herself. Cassidy just slowly goes, “Hey…”

“See you, Cassie!” Fawn calls brightly, and mounts up.

As the girls ride down the driveway, Cassidy waves weakly at them, dumbstruck.

Her reaction is a source of amusement all the way back to Lena’s house. Nicole finds it neat but kinda weird, too. It’s almost like Cassidy and Fawn act like they’re boyfriend and girlfriend, but they’re both girls. It’s super cute, though, even if she doesn’t quite get it. And Fawn seems so content as she pedals, her eyes kind of sleepy and a little kitten grin on her face. Her braid is still wet and leaving a big dark spot down the back of her khaki Scout top.

Nicole looks over at Lena, and for a second imagines the two of them acting like that, Lena teasing her and holding her hand and kissing her in front of everybody. And somehow that makes her recall that moment in the pool, the smooth softness of Lena’s warm body wrapping against the curve of Nicole’s back, weightless in the cool water, the breath of her whisper tickling her ear.

A hot, happy sensation flashes up from where her little puss works against the seat. Nicole’s front wheel wobbles, and she seizes control of the bike quickly and self-consciously, hoping neither of them noticed.

They arrive at Lena’s and put their bikes in the narrow side yard, between the stucco wall and the wooden plank fence, then Lena waves them around back. Her backyard is just normal-sized, but they have a jacuzzi under a little wooden what-do-you-call-it, pergola, back there. The girls head to the sliding glass door and Lena heads in, pushing the big curtain aside as she does.

Nicole’s the last one in, and even though it’s only a matter of seconds she’s still managed to miss whatever has Lena nearly doubled over laughing. Fawn just has the fingertips of one hand to her mouth, blushing brightly. Nicole peers around her, trying to see; the other two girls have stopped just steps into the living room.

On the couch, Lena’s mom Sophie is sitting very straight, visibly trying to regain her composure. She’s changed into this robe since they left for Hanna’s, a silky one with colorful birds all over it, and at the moment she’s cinching the sash tighter around her waist, glancing from one girl to the other. Once it’s secure she starts gathering her thick, loose dark hair behind her head.

Nicole’s mom is nowhere to be seen. But somewhere in the house, she hears bare feet on the wood floors, and then a door shut.

Sophie clears her throat. “Is it seven already?”

Lena eases her chortling long enough to tell her, “We got done a little early. We didn’t even really swim.”

“Well I guess you did, didn’t you?” She glances around, as if looking to see if something is missing. More to herself she mutters, “I wish Tammy would remember to text when she’s done.”

Lena slips over to the couch and sits down right next to Sophie, almost hip to hip and telling her, “It’s okay, it’s just funny!”

“You might not think so if it were you, young lady,” Sophie says.

“It’s okay Mom,” Lena soothes, leaning against her mother and giving her a cuddle. “Everything’s fine. Nobody hardly saw anything. Did you see anything Fawn?”

Fawn’s hand lowers and she answers, “I don’t think so,” in this tiny tiny voice.

“How about you, Nicole. Did you see anything?”

She shakes her head. “Nuh-uh.” She wonders what she might have seen, what was there to be seen. What did she miss?

Nicole looks around the room, trying to figure out what just happened. There’s an empty bottle of wine on the side table next to Sophie, and a couple of mostly empty wine glasses on the coffee table. But the table’s been pushed so far away from the couch that they’d practically have to crawl over there to get their drinks. She sees Mom’s sandals near the corner of the sofa, just kind of haphazardly tossed there, which is weird because Mom really likes those sandals. The room is kinda stuffy and it smells funny. Not bad, but like some unusual incense was burning or something, although it’s not smoky at all. It’s kind of nice, actually. It’s just strange.

But now everything is back to normal. Fawn scoots over to a big armchair that Nicole suspects is one of those vibrating massage chairs, and sits down. Nicole follows her and kinda perches on the arm next to her. Sophie looks mollified now, and is picking around the side table, looking for something. Without a word, Lena snaps one of the hair ties from around her wrist and holds it out. Sophie spots it, plucks it from her daughter’s fingers, and reaches back to secure her hair, turning to Lena and giving her a fond smirk.

“This is damp,” Sophie remarks, “I thought you said you didn’t go swimming.”

“Well no,” Lena replies, “we just stayed in the shallow end and like splashed around and stuff. But that was after Katie gave us the lesson thingie.”

Lena’s mom cocks her head, processing. “But you didn’t take your swimsuit.”

A supremely cheeky smile crosses her ten year old face, eyes twinkling, as Lena says, “Didn’t need it.”

Frightened and a little ashamed by her friend’s admission, Nicole blurts out, “Hanna gave her one to wear.”

Lena just waggles her shoulders playfully and adds, “Still didn’t need it!”

Sophie makes a dramatic gasp, “So it was just a bunch of nudie cuties splashing around? Oh wow that sounds like fun! Just like at the river!”

Fawn giggles and says, “That’s just what Katie said!”

Sophie holds her hand to her forehead and makes like she’s concentrating really hard. In a robot-voice she announces, “BRAIN SHARE.”

Everybody laughs, even Nicole, because it’s kinda true. All the Scout moms seem to be linked on a nearly magical level, the Mom-radar is especially strong here.

Sophie looks at Nicole for a long moment, then turns back to Lena and asks, “Did anything special happen?”

“Nah, we just goofed around. Hanna said she’d help Nicole and me when we start learning to swim. Fawn and Cassidy were acting really super cutesy-pie, though.”

Hands clapping her cheeks, eyes wide, Fawn protests, “Nooooo…” but it’s barely a squeak.

Sophie just says, “Neat! I hope you were all polite to Tammy, so she’ll let Hanna invite you back.”

Lena gushes, “Tammy’s so awesome, she chose me to help her, then we made punch and sandwiches.”

“She chose you, huh? No wonder you like her so much.”

Lena blushes and wiggles and squeezes her eyes shut and confesses, “I just can’t help it!”

Her mom cups her chin and kisses her right on the tip of her nose, then leans her forehead against hers in almost the lovey-dovey look. She murmurs, “No one expects you to, sweetheart.”

Nicole hears bare-footed steps slapping their way down the hall again, and then Mom comes into the living room, brushing her wavy brown a hair a little anxiously.

“Hi girls,” Mom says, weirdly chipper.

“Hi, Mrs Embry,” Lena and Fawn say in unison.

“Hi Mom.”

“Did you learn a lot today?”

Nicole can’t put it into words, so she just nods slowly.

“Wonderful,” she says, distracted as she meets Sophie’s eye, putting down the hairbrush.

“Your face is all pink,” Nicole observes.

“Oh,” Mom replies, straightening and touching her cheek. “It’s the red wine.”

Nicole nods again, but more slightly. Mom drinks plenty of wine at home, and she doesn’t get all flushed. Mom takes a second, clearing her head. She looks over at Sophie, with Lena pressed against her, and gives her a guilty little grin.

Then she blinks, turns to Nicole. “You’ll have to tell me all about it. Is your bike next to the car?”

“We parked them on the side of the house.”

“Go ahead and bring it around,” Mom tells her as she sits and starts putting on her sandals. “Auntie Roo will have your sister home and Chinese on the table in just a little bit, so we gotta head out.”

“Are you okay to drive?” Sophie asks. Nicole thinks she has a point, Mom does seem a little unfocused and wobbly.

“I’m fine. I am glad I didn’t let you open that second bottle, though.”

Sophie grins, and with a slow blink tells her, “Next time.”

For some reason this makes Mom pause before she smiles in this very strange way and says, “Okay.”

Lena and Fawn get to their feet at the same time as Nicole, who says, “Bye Sophie.”

The young mother reaches out a hand, and Nicole steps forward to take it in hers. “Bye bye, honey. I guess I won’t see you on Friday, but you’ll be there on Sunday for sure, right? To plant the trees?”

“Yeah,” Nicole replies, unable to control the edge of excitement in her voice about that.

“All right. You know there’s a potluck picnic after, everybody brings something.”

“Yeah, Katie told me.”

“I might bring it myself,” Mom announces, “if I can arrange the time.”

“Oh, that’d be nice,” Sophie says, “I’m sure the other mothers would love to meet you.”

Mom nods, and she might look a little nervous.

Nicole keeps holding Sophie’s hand, looking at her and kind pursing her lips because she’s nervous, too. When Sophie raises a shapely, inquiring eyebrow, the ten year old asks, “Could you talk to Tender Katie for me? I don’t wanna be pushy or anything, but it’s been like two weeks already, and you don’t need to tell me how fun the Scouts are any more ’cause I already like ’em and what we do together. July’s almost over and I still haven’t joined.”

Sophie’s face goes from friendly to kinda serious; she’s so easy to read, just like her daughter. She asks, “Have you told Katie this?”

“No…” Nicole answers slowly.

“…because you didn’t want to be pushy,” she finishes. Nicole shrugs, glances at her own Mom. She looks touched, this little sympathetic pout is starting to show.

“I can’t say anything for certain,” Sophie says finally. “There’s still some stuff that needs to be sorted out. But I can tell you for certain, that conversation is already happening. And you should know by next week.”

Nicole lets out this big breath, and seems to shrink about an inch. She didn’t realize how uptight she was until she got the answer.

“Thank you, Sophie.”

She smiles. “You bet. Now you girls go on and say your goodbyes, and we’ll see you out front in a few minutes.”

As soon as the three girls are out the door, Lena zooms forward and grabs Nicole’s hand, almost skipping she’s so excited. Her face looks like fireworks.

“Did you hear that?! Did you hear it?”

“Yeah,” Nicole answers, kinda being a bummer to counter Lena’s giddiness, “She just told me I have to wait even more.”

Lena waves her hand as if to slap that away. “That’s just something they say. What she just told you is you’re almost in! Sophie likes your mom, too, I can tell. Like she said, next week. Next week!”

She’s actually hopping up and down, she’s so happy. Fawn is kinda bobbing in time, picking up the spirit, and Nicole feels her own toes wanting to bounce despite her doubts.

“You really think so?”

Lena just pounces and hugs her hard, almost making her stumble back into the bikes in the tight space of the side yard.

When she finally releases her, Lena tells her, “You better get comfy in that uniform, ’cause you’ll be wearing it all the time now!”

Nicole giggles, looking from Lena to Fawn, finally letting herself believe they might let her in.

“Sometimes they give like a little test, so study up and be ready. And if you have any questions, just let us know, okay?”

Nicole nods, and before she can really even think about it, “There’s one thing,” bubbles out of her.

“Yeah?”

Now that she can actually ask, it’s hard to force out the question, but after a minute of screwing up her face she forces out, “What is it with the lovey-dovey look?”

The other girls giggle, look at each other, back to her, and say, “What?”

“The look, that look, you know. You put your heads together and stare at each other and talk real real quiet and then you always smile or giggle or go running off together. It happens all the time! The lovey-dovey look.”

Lena nods, still smiling, but Fawn’s eyes are wide and looking sidelong at Lena with some level of concern.

“Ohhh, you’re talking about girl-hearting.”

“Girl-hearting?”

“Lena,” Fawn says quietly, worried or warning, “Katie said.”

Putting her hand gently on Fawn’s arm, Lena continues, “There’s a lot of different kinds of girl-hearting, but the basic part of it is always the same.”

“What do you do?”

“Well, you’ve seen it. You put your heads together, look at each other while you touch, and then you tell each other something from your heart that’s just for her.”

Nicole cocks her head, trying to understand. Lena takes Fawn’s arm and shuffles her in front Nicole. “Come on, come on, I’ll show you on her.”

Now Fawn’s hesitant face is lit with something just short of panic. “What do you mean? I can’t do that, you know we’re not supposed to…”

Lena’s mouth sets with her scheming, then she tells her, “You could touch… her hands. Yeah, just hold hands. This is just the basics of girl-hearting, just so she knows, okay?”

Fawn understands now, and after a second to settle down, a little grin forms as she gets into it. “Okay.”

The coltish girl steps right up to Nicole and says, “Come here.”

Nicole leans in the little distance until their foreheads touch, and suddenly Fawn’s face and her great big tender blue eyes are filling her view. Fawn’s taller, so she has to bend over more and now it’s like she’s looking up to meet Nicole’s gaze.

Fawn takes both Nicole’s hands in hers and squeezes affectionately.

They look at each other for a moment, and Nicole struggles not to giggle as Fawn just stares at her so sweetly. This is so nerve-rattling, being so close together, her heart is thumping. She asks, “What now?” just to get on with it, break the tension.

“Now?” Lena responds off to the side, “Now you each say something.”

“Like what?”

Fawn goes, “Shhh,” real softly. “Give me a second,” she murmurs, “I’ll go first.”

Nicole waits, unaware that she’s nibbling her lower lip as Fawn’s eyes gaze at her frankly, searchingly, and so so close. It feels like she’s seeing everything in her. She’s almost afraid to hear what Fawn’s going to say.

Slowly, this little smile grows over Fawn’s face, and then she gently tells her, “I really like the way you see everything, how you notice stuff. I feel like you’re seeing it how I do, even though you don’t say it.” The smile fades, and suddenly her face is really vulnerable. “It makes me feel like you’re seeing what I see, and then I feel less like I’m the only one.”

Nicole’s heart is unprepared for how sweet this is, how deeply it hits her. She didn’t imagine that Fawn paid so much attention to her, and now this. A big mushy spot gushes in her chest.

Fawn chuckles, encouragingly wagging Nicole’s hands, “Okay, now you.”

She takes a breath and looks on as Fawn kind of stills herself, her face going placid, eyes gentle and accepting. It feels like Fawn’s just opening herself up, completely uncovered and welcoming, and it’s so beautiful that Nicole feels like she could just fall into her.

It leaves her kind of breathless. Apologetically, she whispers, “I don’t know what to say.”

If anything, Fawn just becomes more compassionate. “Just tell me what’s in there. Don’t be nervous.”

Nicole grins a little, and returns her stare, letting her eyes roam over those open features, what they’re telling her. And suddenly, it’s like she is falling into Fawn, and her face now suddenly mixes with all the moments they’ve shared and all that she’s seen her do and say.

And what’s in her heart flutters up into her mouth and she finds herself murmuring, “It’s okay to me that you’re so shy, because the times when you jump in the pool or tease Cassidy back, I know how brave you really are.”

Fawn blinks and gives her the biggest, melty smile. Her lip quivers, just a little.

“That’s perfect,” she says, squeezes her hands once more, and pulls away.

To her side, Lena is clasping her hands to her chest and giving them the biggest awwww look. “Oh gosh that was so good.” She reaches out and rubs both their shoulders fondly.

They grin at her and then Nicole turns to her bike feeling so light and happy. But then Lena exclaims, “Wait wait wait, I wanna turn too!”

They all laugh, Lena mostly at herself, but Nicole complies, and a moment later they’re holding hands, sidling closer, their foreheads touch, and Nicole’s green eyes are meeting Lena’s liquid dark brown ones. They’re both smiling giddily.

Lena waits what seems like the required thirty seconds or so, this crazy feeling building up and up between them. This isn’t like with Fawn; Nicole’s skin feels electric and warm, her pulse races, her tummy flutters happily to be so near to Lena and look into her joyous, expressive face. It’s like her energy is coursing through her, and the good feelings Nicole receives are flowing back out of her own eyes, and they’re feeding each other.

Then Lena tells her in an excited whisper, “I’m so glad you moved here. I always wanted a friend like you, and now you’re here, and you’re even better than what I thought I wanted, and it’s like a dream come true for real.”

There’s no warning. Nicole just melts. Her knees feel weak and her heart patters. This is the sweetest sweetest thing and she thinks she might cry if she’s not careful. Her eyes well up, but she doesn’t blink it away. She wants Lena to see, to see what she’s done, how good it is.

And with her thinking gone and her heart bursting Nicole brokenly whispers, “Would you kiss me I want you to kiss me please kiss me.”

Lena’s expression becomes so emotional she looks almost sad for a second, and Nicole feels Lena let one of her hands go. But then her fingers are touching Nicole’s cheek and she feels Lena’s breath and just has time to close her eyes before Lena’s lips brush hers and then press plushly in. Nicole awkwardly, instinctively kisses back. The sensation flares blissfully in her mind, and this incredible thrill runs down her spine, through her tummy and her tender girly parts and races along the backs of her legs. Lena opens her mouth and Nicole follows her, and they just kinda chew for a second and she’s never kissed like that and the electric feeling just gets dizzyingly big, and under her skirt her bare puss feels glowing and naked like nothing before.

Pressing their lips even more lusciously hard, Lena exhales and Nicole does too and they share a breath, going very still. Nicole feels Lena’s fingertips stroking her cheek.

The hand slips away, clasps Nicole’s again. And with this soft damp pop their lips part and when Nicole manages to open her eyes, Lena is there, still girl-hearting forehead to forehead, her eager gaze capturing hers. There’s an almost disbelieving expression on her face, her mouth is open and smiling, her breath is coming fast. Her creamy cheeks are pink with heat.

Nicole can only imagine what she looks like. It makes her giggle.

Lena catches the giggle and teasingly asks, “Like that?”

Nicole nods and smiles and blinks out tears and sweeps Lena into a great big hug and the two of them just keep giggling.

A second later, Fawn eases up to them, her hands tentatively touching their backs, and the other two girls extend their arms and gather her in and they all share this big, giddy, clumsy hug, eventually laughing so hard they bury their faces in one anothers’ hair to stifle it.

When Nicole extricates herself from their embrace, she says, “Sorry, but I gotta go.”

Lena consoles, “We know, we know.”

“Fawn, you wanna ride with? We could drop you off.”

“I just live a few blocks down.”

“Okay.” She rights her bike, slowly makes her way to the gate. It’s awkward, she doesn’t feel like she should leave, like there’s something more to say or do or something. She pauses after she opens the gate, waving uncertainly at them. “Um, thanks.”

“You’d better be a Scout,” Lena tells her, “because I wanna do that again.”

She smiles hugely and Nicole knows that she’s blushing. But even Fawn’s nodding and smiling. No need to be embarrassed, everything’s okay. No, better than okay. Wonderful!

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