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My Wedding Day

  • Posted on June 30, 2018 at 10:54 am

by Stacy Simmons

{ This story was originally posted at the Nifty Archive in December 2000}

All I can say is… thank God my mother was there for me.

The time was my wedding day, over a year ago now, although it seems like yesterday. That day went from being the worst of my life to the best in an instant.

My name is Emily. Growing up I was a good looking girl, with D cup breasts, long legs and an hourglass figure. Being a natural redhead with soft skin made me even more popular. I had my share of boyfriends, but when I hit high school I met Glen. We were sweethearts, and in our last year of high school he asked me to marry him.

My mother’s name is Julia, she’s 39. She was a very busty woman with long dark reddish hair and long legs that seemed to end somewhere around her shoulders… even her ass was still shapely and firm. People often thought we were sisters. Anyhow, I asked her to give me away at the wedding because my father had left us many years before.

Mom thought Glen was a little too good to be true, and she told me that. We fought about it more than once, and I ended up feeling ashamed of things I said in anger towards her. One day when she and I were arguing about Glen, I called her an old joyless shrew — and she slapped me, hard. God knows I deserved it, but I still slapped her back in the heat of the moment.

The next thing I knew, we were tussling on the floor, striking out at one another. I felt mom’s large breasts press against mine and her breath on my neck as we fought… and to my complete surprise, I realized I was becoming aroused.

Almost without thinking, I began to rub my mound against her leg as it pressed between my own. She didn’t seem to notice, but I was becoming wetter and wetter by the second. I’d never been with a woman before, and had really wanted to try it. Not with my mom, of course — that idea never crossed my mind for an instant! — but the way our bodies were squirming together reminded me of my secret interest in exploring bisexuality. At the time, I’d fantasized more than once about Glen and I inviting another woman into our bed after we were married. Anyhow, Mom didn’t seem to notice that I was getting all hot and bothered, rolling on the floor with her like that… and we both finally began to laugh about how ridiculously we were behaving.

Later that night, though, I masturbated myself to a raging climax, indulging in steamy lesbian scenarios in my fevered imagination… though this time, Glen wasn’t a participant.

The night of my stag party was a memorable one. Mom arranged the whole thing as my maid of honor and it was pretty raunchy, even by her standards. All of our friends showed up and we opened presents. Mom gave me the wickedest looking lingerie I had ever seen — a blue merry widow outfit that made my tits look absolutely huge, thong panties and garters and topped off with a pair of spiked high heels.

Strangely enough, Mom suggested that I model the outfit for the crowd of women, but I declined. “Well, maybe you’ll give me a private showing later,” she laughed. Most of the girls were laughing so hard they drowned her out, but I heard her loud and clear. It almost felt like she was flirting with me… but I dismissed that impression as ridiculous.

Finally my wedding day had come. My mom was done up in a cream colored dress that showed off her cleavage a little too much, I thought. Everyone was in place and ready to go, except the groom. Glen was nowhere to be found, so we waited.

And waited, and waited, and waited. He never showed up. I was frantic, I thought he might have been in an accident, dead, or even worse. Finally word came. Glen’s best man Brad got a call on his cell phone.

It was Glen. He was in Rio with some woman. He was truly sorry, but he had decided that he was unable to commit to me. I’d suspected that he had been cheating but I always gave that bastard the benefit of the doubt, now it was confirmed in front of all my friends and relatives.

I stormed down off the altar and back into the rectory as the church quickly emptied out with “tsk tsk” sounds and “isn’t that a shame,” or “she’s too nice for her own good,” floating in whispers above the crowd. Soon the church was empty and I was alone in the rectory.

I heard my mother knock on the door and whisper my name. She said she was outside with the priest, if I needed to talk. I told her the only one I could talk to was her and no one else. I heard her speak to the priest for a moment, explaining the situation, and he said he would go next door to the church hall where the reception was supposed to be and let us have some privacy.

When I heard him go, I let my mother in. My face was streaked with tears and eye shadow. Mom gently shut the door and came over to me, taking me in her arms.

“Why, Mom?” I asked, “Why didn’t I listen to you?”

When she answered, her voice was gentle and comforting. “Sometimes age gives one a certain wisdom, precious. The same wisdom tells me that when you come out the other side of this, you’ll find true love.”

I rested my head on my mother’s bosom, taking all the comfort from her I could. I noticed that Mom’s breathing was getting deeper. She ran her hands through my hair and shushed me until I stopped crying, running her hands through my hair. My breath started to get shallow and come in shorter gasps. The feel of a warm body against mine was making me feel strangely excited. I needed love and I needed it now.

I raised my head up to meet hers, and she started to kiss the tears from my cheeks. Oh, my God — the feel of her lips against my face was so… so sweet. I didn’t understand — was I getting turned on by my mother? She was holding me tightly, like a lover, her hands sliding down my back to cup my ass.

I looked at her with questioning eyes and she continued to kiss my face, but more slowly, sensuously. Her hands were now openly fondling my bottom. My head was spinning. I couldn’t believe it — my mother was coming on to me!

“Don’t worry, precious,” she whispered to me, “Mommy’s here.”

She kissed my neck, then ran her tongue up to my ear. I almost melted on the spot, moaning out loud. She drew back and gazed at me for a moment, the naked desire on her face plain to see. Then our mouths met, and we kissed. Not like a mother and daughter, but as lovers, lovers who finally understood the deep need they had for one another.

Mom moaned into my mouth as I kissed her hungrily. Our tongues met and played with each other as if they were swords. I was totally hers now. She could do anything she wanted to me, and I hoped she would. We kissed with no thought of incest or the fact that we were in a church rectory, me still in my wedding dress. We were both becoming violently aroused and nothing could stop what was about to happen… what my mother and I were about to do.

I reached up and touched Mom’s ample breasts. She moaned, and I smiled for the first time since I entered the rectory.

“I’m glad you can still smile,” she said breathlessly as I licked my way down her neck towards her cleavage.

“You make me happy,” I responded. I felt Mom’s hands starting to fumble with my wedding dress, I reached around back to help her. She panted as she fumbled excitedly with my hooks and buttons.

“Get it off me,” I whispered, “I need to be naked for you.”

“Yes, precious Emily, I want you… want to make love to you. I have for a long time. I’ve been with other women since your father left… but you were the one I wanted the most.” She tugged my zipper all the way down. “And now I’m going to have you. Right here in this church.”

“Take me, Mom. Fuck me.” I breathed.

I hiked up my mother’s dress and ran my hands up her well toned legs. She shivered at my touch. My hands slid up the inside of her thighs and I found the dampness that soaked the front of her panties. Mom was indeed dripping wet… and I was excited to know that it was because of me.

Finally she managed to get my wedding dress down to my waist. I drew her into my chest and she buried her face in my breasts, her hot tongue setting me on fire. I stood before her and the wedding dress fell down to my ankles, revealing my thong panties and garters.

Mom knelt before me, tugged my panties down and began to eat my dripping pussy. I almost fainted when her tongue found my clit. Her mouth was soft and wet, and my legs trembled so that I could barely stand.

Mom rose and stood before me, her eyes burning into mine. I kissed her passionately, and she gently laid me down on the floor of the rectory. I gladly spread my legs for her, exposing my freshly shaven pussy. Mom stood before me and reached around to her back. I heard her unzip her dress and she let it fall down around her knees.

My mother was radiant, her breasts heaving with excitement. I wanted her and I wanted her now.

As if she had read my mind, Mom got down on her hands and knees and lowered her face between my quivering thighs. I felt her tongue invade me and I convulsed in pleasure.

“Ohhhhhhh… fuck!” I moaned.

“Emily, we’re in a church,” Mom joked, “cursing is for bad girls.”

“I’m your bad girl, Mom. Just take me — please!” I gasped, grabbing my thighs and spreading them wide for her.

She smiled and buried her face in my dripping pussy… and I just about fainted with the ferocity of Mom’s oral attack. Her silky wet tongue swirled all over my clit and I felt her fingers spread my cunt open to her kisses. I felt the two fingers of her other hand slide into me and I thrust back against them as hard as I possibly could. Mom invaded every inch of my cunt as I squealed in delight on the rectory floor.

“Lick my asshole, mom.” I commanded breathlessly, pulling my knees back to my chest, spreading my cheeks open.

Mom smiled wickedly. The next thing I knew I felt Mom’s tongue invading my anus. I whimpered, biting my lower lip. This was better than any man had ever given me. I was about to just about to come when suddenly… Mom stopped.

I glared at her in exasperation… but she only smiled. “Get on your hands and knees, Emily. Mommy has a treat for you.”

I did as she asked with great urgency — I needed to come or I would explode!

Mom reached into her purse and pulled out a black strap-on dildo. “I was hoping to pick up some woman here today and use this on her,” she murmured, “but I’m gonna fuck you instead.”

She quickly stepped into the harness, tightened it around her waist and was on her knees behind me in less than a minute… and I braced myself. I felt the head of it invade me and begin to slide into my cunt.

I pulled my wedding dress towards me and held it over my mouth, then screamed as Mom thrust the thing all the way into me and started to fuck me hard. I felt her reach over and grab my hair, pulling me back towards her. I immediately started humping against her beautiful body. The only sounds in the entire church were that of our bodies slapping together, my mother’s grunts of exertion and my muffled screaming into my wedding dress.

“Fuck me Emily, my precious. Mommy will make you come as hard as you need to.”

“Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me FUCK ME!” I panted over and over. Mom continued to thrust into me as hard as she possibly could and I was approaching nirvana. I had never been fucked this hard before. She was tearing me apart — and I loved it!

“Unghhhhhhhhhh! Jesus!” I remember yelling. To heighten my pleasure Mom brought her free hand down on my ass cheek, spanking me hard. I came again when she did it.

After a few minutes I stopped humping against Mom and rested a moment on the floor, I could still feel the huge plastic cock in my cunt as I marveled at how things had worked out.

I was now my mother’s love toy. I didn’t want a man, didn’t want to be married, ever… I was hers alone.

“Don’t ever leave me, Mom.” I whispered.

“I’m yours, precious, always have been, always will be.” She whispered in that soothing tone of hers again, and I knew everything was going to be all right. Mom pulled that huge latex dick out of me and I lay down on my back, gazing at her with animal lust in my eyes. It was incest, it was wrong, it was all I wanted. I needed to make love to my own mother, right there on the floor.

I jumped on her like a lioness attacking her prey. Mom could only squeal with delight. I grabbed the dildo from her hands and kissed my way down her body, leaving a trail of wetness down her belly. Mom had a nicely trimmed V-shaped triangle between her thighs. I ran my tongue through her pubes and she moaned. Her cunt was glistening with wetness, peeking out at me, and I began eating her.

“Oh God, Emily, yes! Lick my cunt!” Mom panted, clawing at my hair as I ate pussy for the first time.

Somehow I instinctively knew what to do as I licked and sucked at her. She shuddered as I inserted two fingers in her pussy and started to rapidly pump them in and out. Mom was gasping for air. I inserted a fingertip in her asshole and she immediately came harder than anyone I had ever seen.

After several minutes Mom recovered and looked up at me, smiling. I smiled back, proud to have given her such pleasure. She kissed me deeply and I could taste my cunt on her tongue. It was heavenly.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had.” I told her.

“We’ll top it, too… every night from now on.” she said, taking my hand as she kissed me.

We dressed quickly and left a note for the priest. Together we drove to the hotel where Mom had reserved the honeymoon suite. We had paid for a whole week for Glen and I to indulge ourselves before flying to Maui. Instead, Mom and I went upstairs and locked the door, putting out the DO NOT DISTURB sign.

For the next two weeks we made love in every way we could think of, all day long. Mom and I even took turns fucking one another in the ass with the strap on, a first for both of us… but definitely not the last!

On the last day in Maui took Mom down to the beach, finding a private spot beneath a palm tree. There I got down on one knee before Mom in the warm sand and offered her the wedding ring I’d had for Glen.

“Julia… Mom — will you marry me?” I asked.

She cried, then said “yes,” of course.

We didn’t really get married… but she bought me a wedding ring of my own, and we made a secret pact that bound us together as lovers for the rest of our lives. Mom and I moved to a town in England, where we told our new friends that we were a lesbian couple, and that’s what everyone believes.

A year later, I think of my mother as my wife, friend, companion and lover. And I’ve never been happier!

The End

 

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A Daughter’s Gift

  • Posted on June 28, 2018 at 11:10 am

Author Unknown

Note from JetBoy: Another story from my collection that I was unable to find online. This reads a lot like a JetBoy story in places, so I suspect that there is a lot of my own work in this version. A vigorous tip of the hat (and perhaps an apology) is extended to the original author, whoever she or he may be.

*****

Gerald Connors was under arrest, and his stepdaughter Kelly was taken to the police station. DNA tests quickly confirmed what the police already knew for fact. Kelly’s mother Samantha arrived a half an hour later, frantic with concern for her daughter and rage for her husband. She hugged her daughter tightly and comforted her as much as she could, while vowing revenge against Gerald with all her heart. In the meantime, the police searched their apartment, and found Kelly’s diary. In it, Kelly had described in minute detail every sexual act her stepfather had forced her to commit.

Of course, Gerald protested that the sex had been consensual. But Kelly’s diary offered a different version, a version in which Kelly had been repeatedly molested by her stepfather, who had taken full advantage of her innocence and had threatened her if she told anyone about it. And in the end, it didn’t matter anyway, consensual or not… the girl was still just sixteen. Finally, Gerald copped a plea and was sentenced to fifteen years in prison.

The night after Gerald began his sentence, Samantha, who had steadfastly supported her daughter through it all and had been careful not to ask her what really happened, lay in her bed, thinking about the events of the past few months. It nagged at her, preventing her from sleeping. Things were not as they seemed, she felt sure.

For one thing, Kelly did not seem at all traumatized by what had happened to her — she was still the same active, vivacious and happy teen she was before, despite having endured repeated molestation by Gerald. And Samantha was finally rid of a husband she had loathed; a man who treated her terribly and refused to grant her the divorce she wanted so badly. Samantha’s lawyer had promised her that she would receive the entirety of her husband’s considerable assets, and would have no more financial worries for the rest of her life. Still, something nagged at her, and she couldn’t get it out of her mind.

She got up, wrapped a silky, transparent nightgown around her lush, curvy body, and crept quietly into Kelly’s room. Kelly was asleep in her bed, the covers thrown off, wearing her short little babydoll and gauzy panties.

“Kelly…” she began quietly, her hand on her shoulder.

Kelly awakened and stretched, her growing breasts plainly visible through the sheer material. “Yes, Mom?”

“We need to talk, sweetie. There’s something I really need to ask you, and I didn’t want to do it during the trial. Will you answer me honestly?”

“Sure, Mom. What do you want to know?” She sat up, her legs folded in front of her, facing her mother.

“Kelly, I’m your mother. I think I know you better than anyone in the world, maybe better than you know yourself. And you know I’ll always support you, always be there for you. Always.” Samantha took a deep breath, fixing her daughter with a steady, penetrating gaze. Kelly waited for her mother to continue.

“So… here’s what I think. I think you planned this whole thing, from day one. I think you did it for me. You got your stepdad to fuck you, for me. You knew that he couldn’t resist the opportunity to have sex with you. You made sure he had that opportunity. You set him up, didn’t you, Kelly. And then you wrote it all down, where you knew the police would find it.”

Kelly gazed steadily into her mother’s eyes, her own becoming moist with her tears. She should have known she could never fool Mom about what she had done. They were too close, and too much alike.

“You got rid of him for me, swept that terrible man from our lives by letting him have his way with you. Is that what happened, baby?”

Kelly sobbed, relieved that her mother knew. She threw her arms around her, hugging her and crying on her shoulder. “Yes, Mom,” she sobbed. “It was all f-for you. I hated him so much! I wanted to hurt him, make him p-pay for how he treated you, Oh, Mom, I love you!”

“I love you too, baby girl,” Samantha sobbed, holding her daughter tight and rocking the girl gently in her arms.

After awhile, they dried their tears, still holding each other. Finally, Samantha pushed her gently back, drying her eyes with her finger. “Kelly, it’s okay what you did. It’ll be our secret, forever. No one will ever know. But there’s… one more thing I’m still curious about. I can’t help it.”

“What’s that, Mom?” Kelly whispered.

“Well…” Samantha hesitated for a long moment, then held her hand to her daughter’s face. “Did you like it?”

Kelly looked into Samantha’s eyes for a long moment, carefully weighing her words. Finally, she spoke.

“No, Mom. I never enjoyed sex with him. I pretended I did, but that was a lie. I hated every minute of it. You see…” she paused, “I’m not… into men, Mom. I lost my virginity to a boy, oh, about a year ago, just to learn what it was like, but…” She shook her head. “What I’m trying to tell you is… I’m gay, Mom.” She hesitated, gazing deep into her mother’s eyes, then whispered, “Just like you.”

Samantha pressed her precocious daughter back and stared at her with a mixture of shock, fear, and awe. “How… h-how did you know…”

“I just knew, Mom. I’d noticed the way you looked at other women and girls, for one thing… and I figured out that it was the same way I checked them out.” She giggled. “I also, um, kinda found your stash of lesbian porn.” Kelly then pulled away. “Now you tell me, Mom… is that why he was so mean to you?”

“Yes,” Samantha sighed, “yes, it was. Your father caught me making love to a woman in our bedroom. He was more beastly that ever to me after that day.”

“You know, Mom,” Kelly murmured, “there’s something else I noticed about you.”

“What, honey?”

Kelly wrapped her arms around her mother’s neck, her face inches from Samantha’s. “The way you look at me when I’m naked… or not wearing much.”

The blood drained from Samantha’s face. “Kelly!” she gasped. “I didn’t… I wouldn’t.”

Kelly smiled sweetly. “It doesn’t bother me, you looking at me like that, Mom,” she cooed. “In fact, if you must know… it gets me hot.” She licked her lips. “Want to kiss me?”

Samantha was thunderstruck. “Ohhh, baby, we’re so much alike. I should have known.” She sighed. “I admit it, it’s been impossible for me to ignore just how utterly lovely you’ve become. And — and how desirable. You’re right, Kelly. I have had… thoughts about you, the kind that mothers shouldn’t have about their daughters.” She shook her head. “B-but I can’t act on those thoughts. Please don’t ask me to.”

“I am asking, Mom,” Kelly replied, a defiant tone in her voice. “We both want this… and there’s no one here to tell us we can’t have what we want. Not any more.” Slipping a hand into her mother’s nightie, she fondled a bare breast.

“Oh… oh my God,” Samantha moaned. “We shouldn’t d-do this, it’s wrong. But…”

“But what, Mom?” Kelly nuzzled the older woman’s neck.

“But I want to, damn it! For years I’ve been dreaming of you, longing for you…”

Drawing back, the teen gazed deep into her mother’s eyes. “I’m here, Mom. If you need me that much, you know what to do.”

Samantha leaned forward to claim Kelly’s lips in a tender kiss. They stayed that way as the seconds ticked past. And then, with a moan of surrender, they melted into each other’s arms and their kiss deepened, lips parting.

Samantha felt Kelly’s tongue slipping into her mouth, and met it with her own, allowing them to twine together. Kelly whimpered as her arousal soared. Releasing her mother’s breast, she slid her hand down to delve beneath the waistband of Samantha’s panties.

Samantha gasped as Kelly’s fingers found her cunt. Both of them were panting, excited, wanting each other.

Kelly parted the flimsy silk further, bent forward and took her mother’s nipple into her mouth.

“Baby girl,” Samantha cooed, cradling her child’s head to her breasts. “Oh, how I adore you. Let me have a look at your beautiful body.”

Kelly sat up and quickly shucked her nightshirt, revealing that she was completely naked underneath. “How’s this, Mom?”

“Absolutely perfect, sweetheart.” Samantha pushed her daughter gently back on the bed, and Kelly parted her legs invitingly. Her mother moved her head between them and began to gently lick Kelly’s glistening cleft, each stroke given with a mother’s tenderness.

Kelly moaned softly, forbidden pleasure surging through her. “Oh, Mom… that feels so wonderful!” she said, breathlessly. “Don’t stop!”

“Your pussy tastes like heaven, sweetie,” murmured Samantha, sliding her tongue up to gently caress her daughter’s clit, so much like her own. She licked it lightly, nibbling at with her lips, as Kelly gasped, digging her fingernails into the sheet.

Patiently, Samantha made love to her daughter, her talented tongue seeming to know just how to touch her, to caress her, to bring her gently, inexorably upward, higher and higher. After awhile, Kelly lifted her hips, allowing her mother to slide her panties down and off. Then Samantha recaptured her daughter’s pussy, reaching up and teasing a fingertip between her labia as her tongue fluttered against her clit with exquisite sureness. Her finger slid deeper inside, curling upward, pressing rhythmically as she lapped at Kelly’s clit until the teenage girl exploded in a shattering climax, trembling with joy as the waves of her orgasm swept over her again and again.

When Kelly finally came back to Earth, she smiled at her mother, pushed her gently back onto her back, and proceeded to return the favor… making love to Samantha’s womanly body, her tongue exploring every square inch, every delicious nook and cranny, as her mom shuddered through orgasm after sweet orgasm. Samantha shivered with joy as Kelly lovingly licked and sucked on her sensitive clit, finally triggering a final orgasm, her body wrenching upward as Kelly licked and sucked on her clit, gasps of ecstasy torn from her throat.

As she slowly descended from the pinnacle of her orgasm her daughter slid into her arms and they held each other tightly, rocking gently, and finally drifting off to sleep entwined.

Samantha dreamed of the things they could now do together, mother and daughter, giving free rein to their insatiable sexual needs, to their unbridled lesbian lust her daughter had inherited from her. She imagined them both with other women, giving her daughter to them to fuck, helping them fuck her. She imagined them traveling, seeking the love of women and girls wherever they went, the two new lovers embarking on a sexual odyssey of lesbian incest in which all was permitted, nothing was forbidden.

Kelly’s dreams were as powerfully erotic as her mother’s. She imagined herself bringing her classmates home — young, innocent girls, just so that her mother could introduce them to the joys of lesbian sex. She would join her mother, too, as a most willing accomplice. She imagined the two of them living a lavish lifestyle as open lovers, somewhere where no one would know that they were parent and child.

In the morning Kelly and Samantha awakened and made slow, soft, exquisite love again, licking each other’s pussies until they reached a shuddering mutual climax. So began the first day of the rest of their lives together.

The End

 

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Catherine’s Submission

  • Posted on June 26, 2018 at 10:44 am

by Shuraz

{ This story was originally posted at the Nifty Archive in May 2000}

It was another hot, sultry night, and by this time Catherine knew the scenario by heart.

She would sit up nervously, waiting in her airless, dimly lit bedroom until close to morning when she would hear the faint noise of a key turning in the front door. Then the soft patter of feet across the living room floor until faint light would appear across the hall.

At first Catherine would resist the urge but finally she would rise and steal silently towards the door of her daughter’s bedroom to watch the spectacle she knew would take place there. Her beautiful, lazy 20-year-old daughter, back from yet another night of carousing, would work off the excesses of alcohol and casual sex by twirling around the centre of her room, giggling diabolically in the lurid, steamy night. Her short skirt would whirl as she spun, exposing the tiny white underpants she wore.

Catherine would once again look on with a combination of anger and unwanted arousal as her daughter would finally stagger to her bed, throw herself down and lift her skirt, running her hands over her velvety white panties.

First slowly and gently, then faster and more urgently as her giggles gave way to the soft moans that signaled her arousal. Catherine would see her daughter’s hand furiously tug down her panties, exposing her moist, downy vagina. She would watch her daughter’s fingers sliding into the narrow, slippery crease, frantically searching for the entrance to her womanhood. She would see the fingers disappear and reappear, faster and faster. She would hear her daughter’s moans become louder and louder until her climax. And as the last moans escaped her daughter’s lips and her lithe young body lay limp across the bed, Catherine would steal back across the hall to her own bedroom. She, too, would throw her body on the bed. And as tears once again welled up in her eyes, she sobbed herself to sleep. But as always, her sleep would be short and fitful.

By eight Catherine would already be down in the living room, cleaning up the mess her daughter had left there the night before. She’d pick up the girl’s shoes and throw away any empty bottles her daughter might have brought with her. And before placing it on the nightstand near the front door, she’d quickly take a peek inside her daughter’s purse: the perfume, the vast array of cosmetics and half-full, unmarked pill vials she refused even to discuss with her mother.

At ten the next morning, with her daughter still firmly under the covers, the doorbell rang. At the door was Marla, Catherine’s buxom next-door neighbour, herself the mother of a daughter a little younger than Catherine’s and a great deal less trouble.

With both women still in their dressing-gowns, they enjoyed coffee and sweet rolls, but after a while, as always, the topic would get around to Catherine’s troublesome daughter.

“Sandra’s still in bed, is it?” Marla commented casually as the two women sipped at their coffee. “You know, if I were you…”

“Marla, we’ve been over this a hundred times,” Catherine interrupted as politely as she could, “You’re not me, and I really don’t see much point in going into it again.”

“All I was going to say is…”

“I know what you’re going to say,” Catherine replied, trying desperately not to lose her cool. “Right now your daughter is out working hard to help feed the family. At 5 o’clock she’ll come home, help make dinner, help clean up and then spend the evening furthering her education so she can get an even better job and help the family even more, right? Well, my daughter is not your daughter, and unless you know some magic formula for changing her I’d rather talk about something else, thank you very much.” At this point Catherine was close to tears.

“All I meant was…” Marla would continue sympathetically, “that if I were you I’d follow her one night when she goes out, find out what she’s up to and try to put an end to it.”

And how on earth am I supposed to do that? Catherine thought to herself, but all she said was, “Well, thanks for your advice, really.”

“Okay. Have it your way,” Marla replied, then suddenly got up and announced that she had a lot to do. She made her way the door, Catherine right behind her, but before leaving she suddenly turned around.

“You know, I only have your best interests at heart,” she said in a low, velvety voice, and with her hand she gently stroked Catherine’s cheek. At this point their faces were almost touching and there was a pause while both women looked at one another.

As Catherine’s nervousness increased, Marla finally placed a warm, wet kiss on her cheek, turned around and made a quiet exit.

Her heart now racing, Catherine closed the door behind her just as she heard the first stirrings from her daughter’s room. Dreading the scene that was sure to follow, Catherine made sure she was good and busy by the time Sandra first poked her nose around the corner of the kitchen.

“Where’s breakfast?” she demanded as she plopped her hungover body onto a chair by the table.

“Coming up,” Catherine said without turning her head from the stove. As she prepared her daughter’s breakfast, she had to listen to the usual barrage of complaints about the food, the house, their lifestyle, in fact just about everything. Catherine counted the minutes until Sandra had finished eating and shambled back to her room for yet another day of indolence.

Towards evening, scantily dressed and heavily made up, Sandra emerged again and announced that she was going out.

“Don’t wait up for me,” she said as she walked out the door, and that was it until later that night, when the whole charade would begin again.

Catherine stared numbly at the closed door. Suddenly she remembered Marla’s words: If I were you I’d follow her one night when she goes out, find out what she’s up to and try to put an end to it.

Racing across the room for her keys, Catherine grabbed a light jacket and made her way to the door, pausing to lock it before hastening down to the sidewalk, just in time to see her daughter turn the corner. Heart racing, Catherine started off after her.

As they entered town, Sandra suddenly quickened her pace and turned another corner. By the time Catherine caught up, she saw in the distance a queue of young women about her daughter’s age at the entrance to a club. Sandra was nowhere in sight.

She must have got in already, Catherine thought to herself as she joined the queue. Once in the crowded, smoky hall she was surprised to discover that so far she could see, there were no boys there at all. Groups of women were standing around chatting and drinking; others were dancing together to the loud music that filled the hall. She stood for a moment at the entrance and strained her eyes in the dim light to see if she could catch a glimpse of her daughter.

Suddenly she heard someone speak to her from behind. “Looking for someone?” she heard a soft, sexy voice say. Catherine turned and saw a girl with long curly black hair, big brown eyes and large deep-red lips, dressed in a short black-leather skirt and a tight button-down top that accentuated a pair of large breasts. Catherine drew in a deep breath at the sight of her.

“Uh, well, no… not really,” Catherine said, preferring to keep her business to herself.

“Good, then how about a dance?” the girl asked unpretentiously.

Despite herself, Catherine found herself staring at the girl’s big eyes and sensuous body as she struggled to decide just how to deal with this new situation. “Well, uh, I don’t think so. I just…”

“Oh, come on, just one dance,” the girl interrupted. “I won’t bite you. Not unless you want me to,” she added half-jokingly.

Catherine didn’t know what to say; the sight of all these girls and the heat inside the hall were having a strange effect on her. Her heartbeat quickened and her body was tense and sweaty. Despite her hesitation, she gave no resistance as the girl wrapped her arms around Catherine’s back, pressing her full body up against her. As the girl’s large breasts touched her own, Catherine immediately felt her nipples tighten and she could feel her heart beating noisily against the girl’s soft chest. As they began to sway to the slow, sultry music, the girl rested her head on Catherine’s shoulder. “I’m Celia,” she whispered softly.

“I… I’m Catherine,” Catherine stammered as she felt the lips brush her ear. Her heart was beating wildly and her clit was throbbing between her legs. She felt the girl’s hands gently massaging her back, then drift slowly down towards her ass, pressing their sexes up against one another. It felt strangely good and Catherine made no effort to pull away.

Suddenly Catherine felt the girl’s moist, hot tongue in her ear and hands pushing up under her skirt. Catherine opened her mouth to protest, but just then she felt the girl’s fingers pull back the elastic of her panties and brush up against the crease of her ass. An electric wave spread throughout Catherine’s body as the fingers made their way between her legs, spreading her now soaked cunt lips and gently massaging her throbbing clitoris. Soon she felt a finger enter her womanhood and begin to slide up and down in her warm, slippery canal.

Catherine’s arousal was about to peak when suddenly she collected the last shreds of her resolve and pulled away. “Look, uh, Celia,” she now pleaded unconvincingly, “you’re a nice girl, really, but you don’t understand why I’m…”

But the girl cut her off and pulled Catherine’s face towards hers, pressing her lips to Catherine’s and pushing her hot, wet tongue between them.

Catherine felt Celia’s tongue winding greedily around her own. The girl’s wet finger now made its way from her pussy up the crack of her ass until it rested on her anus, making small rotations around its perimeter. As the finger shot into her rectum Catherine pressed her lips ever harder on the girl’s mouth, wrapping her arms around her back. She knew it was just a matter of seconds before she would explode. It was just then that she heard someone call her name.

“Ms. Chapman, is that you?” Catherine heard in disbelief.

This time she broke off the kiss and turned her head in the direction of the voice. There she saw Carrie, a good friend of her daughter’s, and immediately broke away from Celia, feeling the girl’s finger slide out of her as she did.

“Ms. Chapman,” Carrie continued in a friendly tone, “what are you doing here?”

Now Catherine’s humiliation was complete. First following her daughter to this place, now being caught making a spectacle of herself with a strange girl her daughter’s age. As she struggled to straighten her blouse and skirt she noticed the barely concealed grins on the faces of Carrie and the girls she was with.

She sought furiously for something appropriate to say, but finally settled for a half-truth. “Oh… uh–hi Carrie,” she stammered, feeling her cheeks growing ever redder and warmer. “I, uh, was looking for Sandra.” Did she see everything? she wondered.

“Well, you won’t find her here,” Carrie responded, repressing a giggle. “She never comes inside, she’s strictly an outsider.”

That’s a relief, Catherine thought to herself, small as it might be.

“You might check the park down the road, though,” Carrie added. “That’s where she usually works out.”

Works out? Catherine wondered to herself, but dared not ask. All she said was thanks as she quickly turned for the exit.

As she headed for the door she passed Celia standing to the side, sucking on her finger lasciviously. “Thanks for the dance, babe,” she said, a smirk on her lips. But Catherine took no notice and headed straight for the exit.

She knew the time had come to go home, to put an end to this frightful adventure, but somehow her curiosity was getting the better of her. She turned left and headed for the park. As she walked down the one lighted path she realised her mission was hopeless. Except for the few trees lining the lane, it was too dark to see anything. She was just about to give up all together when she suddenly heard a low moan coming from her right, just off the path.

She braced herself against a tree nearest the noise and strained her eyes in the pitch darkness. As her eyes adjusted she could just make out the figure of a woman standing with her back up against a tree. Her skirt was jacked up above her waist and her panties hung loosely around her ankles above her high-heeled shoes. Between her legs she held what appeared to be the head of a young girl who was on her knees in front of her. The girl’s head bobbed up and down between the woman’s legs and with each movement the woman let out another moan.

When Catherine finally realized that the girl was eating the woman’s pussy, she couldn’t take her eyes away, and as the woman’s arousal increased, so did Catherine’s. Her hand was now under her skirt and inside her panties and as the woman’s moans grew louder and louder, Catherine’s finger began to stroke her warm, wet cunt. As the girl moved her head faster and faster so did Catherine… and by the time the woman let out the cry that heralded her orgasm Catherine was almost there herself. Just watching the woman gently lifting the girl up from her knees, cupping the girl’s face in her hands and kissing her hungrily was enough to drive Catherine to climax.

As she recovered, she saw the woman raise her panties and pick up a handbag lying next to the tree. She removed a purse, pulled out some cash and handed it to the girl. As the girl was stuffing the cash into her own purse, Catherine strained her eyes now even more to get a glimpse of the girl. As she did she brushed against a small tree, and the rustle it made drew the attention of the two women. They turned in Catherine’s direction and in the dim light she clearly saw the face of her daughter Celia.

The woman was peering in Catherine’s direction. “Do you see anyone?” Catherine heard the woman ask.

“No,” her daughter replied, “but we’d better get out of here anyway.”

Catherine stood motionless, numb with shock at the spectacle she had just witnessed, utterly ashamed of herself for masturbating to it. But as her daughter and the older woman walked further into the park, She suddenly realised that she had to get home before her daughter did. She quickly began to run in the direction of her house.

The house was dark when Catherine entered… and without turning on a light she slipped out of her shoes and walked slowly towards her daughter’s bedroom. Once inside, she felt her way in the dark and saw the bed was empty. Relieved, she sat down for a moment, but just as she got up again, the light suddenly went on and Catherine looked quickly towards the door. There stood Sandra, bare-footed, her clothes still ruffled, makeup smeared from her night’s adventure.

Catherine was so startled she nearly fell over, but Sandra came over, took her hand and helped her regain her balance. “When I got home and you weren’t here, I got so worried,” Sandra said quietly. Catherine felt her daughter’s soft fingers stroking her hand and a tingling sensation began to spread throughout her body. Slowly Sandra moved her hand up along her mother’s arm and shoulder and began to stroke her cheek, and the tingling sensation grew, concentrating in her nipples and between her legs. Sensing her mother’s arousal, Sandra’s tone of voice quickly changed.

“But then Carrie called me,” she said coyly. “She told me you were at the club looking for me. She also told me about the girl you were ‘dancing’ with. So naughty…”

“Well, I–” Catherine began but Sandra interrupted her, placing her hand over her mother’s mouth.

“It’s all right, I understand.” she said, moving her free hand up under her mother’s skirt and resting it on her moist panties. “I understand everything.”

As her daughter gently stroked her cunt through the dampness of her panties, Catherine’s nipples tightened and she felt a fiery warmth between her legs.

Sandra brought a wet finger up to her mother’s mouth and gently pushed it between her lips. Helpless, Catherine began to roll her tongue over her daughter’s finger and suck on it gently.

“That’s a good girl,” her daughter said seductively. “That’s a very good girl.”

Still gazing deep into her mother’s eyes, Sandra now placed her free hand on her mother’s neck and began to open the top buttons of her blouse. Catherine felt the hand slide down under the cups of her bra until her daughter’s fingers had reached her now erect nipples. Catherine’s heart raced and her clit began to throb as her daughter began to fondle her breasts. She gave out a muffled yelp when Sandra pinched a nipple.

“Oh God, Mom,” Sandra purred, “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long… wanting it, wanting you so bad…” With that Sandra gave a fierce tug at her mother’s bra, snapping it open, releasing the two large fleshy orbs into her hand.

“These look good enough to eat,” she sighed as she lowered her head and took one of her mother’s nipples in her warm mouth. In moments Catherine’s breasts were glistening as her daughter’s mouth moved back and forth from one to the other. Catherine was now almost biting on Sandra’s finger, her cunt on fire.

Sandra began to run her tongue up her mother’s chest and neck, licking her chin and removing her finger before kissing her. Catherine felt her daughter’s tongue slide into her mouth and immediately she began to suck on it hungrily.

“Greedy, aren’t we?” Sandra smiled wickedly as she broke their kiss. “Well, we mustn’t keep you waiting, I suppose.”

Without saying another word, Sandra unzipped her mother’s skirt and pushed it to the floor. She then got down on her knees and slowly lowered her mother’s panties until they were down around her ankles. Catherine swooned as she felt the first touch of Sandra’s warm, wet lips on her thigh, licking their way up until they had reached her now dripping pussy. She trembled as her daughter’s tongue entered her moist, hot crease and began to lick at her clitoris.

Now slumped against the wall, she pressed her hot cunt into her daughter’s experienced mouth and felt the pleasure so many women before her must have felt. Her daughter’s tongue was now deep inside her hole, her fingers clutching at her mother’s ass, spreading her cheeks. Suddenly Catherine felt one of her daughter’s wet fingers slither its way up her rectum.

In and out, her tongue in front and her finger from behind, Catherine knew it was just a matter of moments until her daughter’s expert treatment would have its desired effect.

“Oh GOD,” she screamed as her overwhelming orgasm finally crashed down upon her.

Slowly Sandra rose to her feet… and with her fingertips rubbed the juices of Catherine’s most intimate places on her mother’s breasts. She then lifted the breasts up, offering them to her mother… and Catherine extended her tongue to lick her own nipples, tasting herself as she had never done before.

Sandra took her mother’s arm and pulled her over to the bed. She unbuttoned her own skirt, let it fall to the floor and laid herself down on the bed. “Now we’ll see what Mommy can do,” she purred as she pulled her mother down to lie between her legs. She wore no panties, and her auburn cunt shone with wetness.

Finally realising a fantasy she had secretly nurtured for so long, Catherine gently stroked Sandra’s pussy, savoring the rich, musky smell of her, then plunged her head between her daughter’s legs. Firmly grasping Sandra’s naked thighs, she began to lick the sweet tender flesh of her daughter’s cunt, jabbing at her swollen clitoris and sucking it into her mouth.

“That’s it Mummy — OH! Oooohhhh….” she vaguely heard Sandra say. “Oh, God, Mom — I’ve wanted this for so long…”

But as her daughter’s words faded into groans Catherine concentrated on the work at hand and soon her tongue was deep inside her daughter’s vagina and Sandra was rocking up and down, pressing her cunt hard up to her mother’s mouth. Catherine licked and sucked at that beautiful pussy until her daughter’s final scream heralded her orgasm.

When Sandra’s body had finally come to rest, Catherine rose from her daughter’s cunt, savoring the sweet taste that coated her lips, drunk from Sandra’s essence. She began to move up her daughter’s half-naked body, placing wet kisses where the skin was exposed, nuzzling her nose underneath the girl’s open blouse and nibbling at her breasts. Once past her daughter’s chin, she relished the warm, deep embrace Sandra’s arms drew her into as their tongues intertwined in a sex-soaked kiss.

“I love you, Mummy,” sighed Sandra as their lips parted. “I always have…”

They undressed one another, and the kisses and embraces between the two women that followed became long and sensuous, as the soft and now sweaty bodies slid together and the two women continued to explore one another’s most intimate places. They’d just had sex… now, mother and daughter were making love.

They shared kisses and caresses for a long, wonderful while, giggling and cooing, learning what the other liked best. Finally, they came together in a frenzied sixty-nine, feasting from one another’s bodies, sharing the sweet, thick wine that flowed freely from between their thighs. They came simultaneously, bucking and rocking in rhythm, lesbian lovers moaning into each other’s wet cunts.

Afterwards, Catherine felt so exhausted she fell asleep in her daughter’s arms. Now, finally, she was content. Sandra had finally come home… and for Catherine, there would be no more sleepless nights.

The End

 

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An Unlikely Romance, Chapter 2

  • Posted on June 22, 2018 at 7:30 am

By: Girl Lover

Additional material by: Cheryl Taggert

For the rest of the day, most of the gossip was about Samantha being beaten up. Finally the last bell rang. Akiko smiled as she saw Caroline waiting for her at her locker. Despite everyone else mocking her, Caroline remained by her side, comforting her. Akiko opened her locker to get her backpack. As she pulled it out, she noticed a small folded piece of paper lying on top of her books. Curious, she unfolded it.

“Not sure how to say this. I think you’re beautiful. Especially your eyes. Sorry about what happened to you. But I’m glad you like girls. Because I like you. Sorry I can’t tell you this in person, but I don’t know how you’ll take it, and you’ve seen how girls treat those who are different. Anyway, I’m rambling. Just know that another girl really likes you.” – C

Frowning in confusion, she looked up and down the hall, trying to see if anyone was watching her, but no one was. Akiko didn’t know what to make of it. A girl who thought she was beautiful?! It seemed like another cruel joke.

“You ready?” Caroline asked. She hadn’t seen Akiko reading the note.

“Did you see anyone by my locker earlier?”

“No, why?”

Akiko looked at the note sadly. It was so touching and sweet. But so was Samantha at first. “Nothing,” Akiko mumbled as she walked to the nearby trash can and tossed the note away.

As the two girls walked home, Akiko absentmindedly thought about every girl she knew whose name started with C: Cheryl, Chrissy, Carrie,…Caroline of course… There was no way of knowing. They all knew her and were nice, and any one of them could’ve put the note in her locker. She had wanted the note to be real, but after what happened with Samantha, there was no one she could trust…except Caroline that is. Caroline didn’t seem to be especially interested in her. Akiko didn’t know what to make of it. Caroline never asked her to explain what happened with Samantha, for which Akiko was glad. She just wanted to push it out of her mind.

*****

The next morning, Akiko stood outside the chain-link fence surrounding the football field, sadly watching the cheerleaders warming up on the field below. She had been so happy just a week ago when they accepted her. And now her dream was gone, shattered by the ugliness of those whom she had thought were so beautiful. She had decided last night that she couldn’t be a cheerleader anymore. She just couldn’t bring herself to be around such mean girls. She noticed that Samantha wasn’t there, probably at home or maybe even the hospital. She saw Caroline and wanted to wave, but didn’t want to bring attention to herself. She and Caroline had talked about her possibly quitting yesterday afternoon on their walk home, but Akiko hadn’t told her parents about it. She just couldn’t bring herself to tell them why.

She turned away, unable to watch anymore, and went inside the school. Being that there was still quite some time till the first bell, she decided to hang out in the library and read. There were only a few other students in the hall this early as she stepped up to her locker to put away her backpack.

Opening her locker, she stopped and stared. Another folded piece of paper rested delicately on top of her books as if carefully placed there. She quickly glanced around, but the hall was virtually empty. Taking it, she slowly opened it.

“Please don’t throw this away. I’m not one of those girls who hurt you. I know you don’t know who I am, but I’m someone who enjoys seeing you throughout the day. You don’t smile much but I hope to make you smile. Till I can touch your lips with mine.” – C

Akiko stared at the note, reading it a second time. She was beginning to believe that this was real. But as confusing as the note was, it gave Akiko hope. Hope that there really was someone who liked her and wanted to be her friend. More than that, this girl really liked her. It was such a wonderful feeling to have someone think she was beautiful.

She went to the library and found last year’s yearbook. After skimming through it for a minute, she had amassed quite a list besides the ones she thought of yesterday: Candice, Cindy, Corina, Colleen, Cheri, Christina, Cynthia, Camille, Catherine,…. She looked with disappointment at the yearbook. She wasn’t even halfway through it, and she had found more names than she expected. It would be impossible to figure out who her mystery girl was. Akiko hoped that whoever she was, she was nice.

Akiko stayed in the library till the first bell, then went to class. Sitting beside Caroline, she asked, “What did they say about me missing practice this morning?”

“Nothing. They said Samantha was going to be absent for a week.”

Looking around, Akiko noticed that the usual mocking was not there, as if everyone was ignoring her. She didn’t know what to make of it, but was nonetheless glad that no one was making fun of her anymore. After class, it continued in the halls. As if suddenly, all the mocking had seemingly disappeared. Though her life was not quite back to normal again, it had improved considerably.

*****

Early Wednesday morning, as Caroline and the other cheerleaders were practicing, Akiko eagerly opened her locker in the mostly empty hall, curious to see if there was another note. There was! She quickly opened it:

“You looked really cute yesterday. I couldn’t stop watching you. Please don’t think I’m a perv. I can’t help it. You always bring a smile to my face. Hope you have a good day.” – C

“Wooow,” Akiko whispered to herself. It was so hard to believe that someone actually felt this way about her. But who?! No one really even talked to her except…Caroline! Akiko’s eyes widened as a gasp escaped her. Caroline had been standing next to her locker Monday afternoon when she had found the first note! Caroline was always at school early for cheerleader practice! And her name started with C! For several moments, Akiko was sort of in a state of shock. Her best friend had a crush on her. She had never imagined that Caroline liked her, but when she thought about it, it seemed kind of obvious.

Throughout the day, Akiko discreetly watched Caroline. She had never really been attracted to her but now, knowing that Caroline liked her, Akiko began to notice how attractive she was. What would it be like to go on a date with her? Or kiss her?! She didn’t know if she could do that, but then remembered how Caroline comforted her behind the school building two days ago. Yes, I think I would like to kiss her, she decided.

After school as they walked home, Akiko yearned to tell Caroline that she knew, but couldn’t. It wouldn’t be right. It would need to be Caroline’s decision of when and how to tell her.

*****

The next day, Akiko left early in a joyful mood. It had been three days since she had quit cheerleading, and she still hadn’t told her parents. The secret admirer notes had completely changed the way school was now compared to Monday. At first, her life seemed as if it was over, but now, it seemed that it was just starting. The notes gave her strength and hope, a reason, well, for everything. To come to school. To be happy. To be alive.

Standing before her locker, her hands slightly trembled as she opened her locker to see the folded piece of paper inside. As when Charlie first caught a glimpse of Willy Wonka’s golden ticket. She reached inside and opened the note:

“At night, I often think of you. What you like to do. Maybe we could get something to eat or see a movie. Never dated before so I don’t really know what to do. I think maybe get something to eat. Maybe pizza. Can’t go wrong with that. Anything you want.” – C

She read the note again, as she always did, then carefully folded it and placed it in the small pocket of her backpack with the others. Throughout the day, she wanted to tell Caroline so badly how sweet the notes were and how she would love to go on a date with her. But she forced herself not to say anything.

*****

Friday. Akiko opened her locker, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Her face slowly fell. There was no note.

What happened?! Did Caroline not come to school?! Did she–not like her anymore? She pulled aside a few of her books to see if the note could’ve fallen behind them, then pulled out everything to stare brokenheartedly at her empty locker. With a heavy heart, Akiko put her stuff back inside, then walked out to the football field. There, she could see Caroline. Maybe she just didn’t have time to put today’s note in.

Akiko was more than disappointed. She had come to depend on these notes. They made her feel loved and desired. And now that they were gone, it was as if something wonderful had been taken from her. She thought about whether she should ask Caroline what happened, but decided not to. The rest of the day went normally, and Caroline didn’t seem any different. After the last bell rang, ending school for the weekend, they walked out into the hall. After getting their bags, Akiko stared at her expectantly, willing her to say something–anything about the notes. But all Caroline said was, “You coming?”

“No, I…I hafta go to the library to work on my project,” Akiko mumbled. In a moment of inspiration, she asked, “Hey, can you do something this weekend.”

“I can’t. We’re visiting my grandma in Killeen.”

Again, disappointment. “Ok. I guess I’ll see you later.”

Caroline walked away while Akiko headed for the library. She really did have some work to do, although she also wanted to be alone for awhile to think. In the mostly empty library, Akiko went to one of the cubicles in the back and sat in front of the computer there. On the computer, she began skimming through various articles, occasionally writing down notes.

After several minutes, her phone beeped. She pulled it out and saw that she had a new text message. Opening it, it said: ‘Want to get that pizza?’

Not recognizing the number, but remembering that Caroline’s last note mentioned getting a pizza, Akiko beamed happily as she quickly texted back, ‘I’d love to, Caroline! Where are you?’

‘Who’s Caroline?’

Akiko looked at the reply, dumbfounded, and then typed, ‘C’mon Caroline. Stop kidding around. Where are you?’

‘I’m not Caroline.’

Akiko scowled, sighing, “Caroliinnne…” Then texted: ‘I’m at the library. Come here.’

Akiko waited for Caroline’s reply, but there was none. Suddenly a shadow fell across the desk causing her to look up. Akiko paled in fright as her voice died. The fierce face. The ragged clothes. Looming over her was a menacing punk girl. In her terror, Akiko fell out of her chair, vainly scrambling away on her hands and knees.

“Hey! I’m not going to hurt you!”

In her blind terror, Akiko couldn’t hear what was being said. A pair of black leather boots stepped in front of her as the stranger called her name. “Akiko! I’ve been writing you those notes.”

This stopped her mad dash. Trembling, she looked up at the older teen. Her short, dark-blue, pixyish hair. A black leather motorcycle jacket, dark torn pants and black boots.

“Not who you were expecting, huh?”

Akiko slowly shook her head. The punk girl sat down beside her, her voice discouraged, “I know how I look and what everyone says about me. That’s why I wrote those notes. So I could tell you how I felt without scaring you.” The punk teen sighed, “I’m Courtney, by the way.” Akiko stared timidly at her. “I guess this is kind of weird for you, especially after what happened in the bathroom.”

At mention of the word, bathroom, Akiko thought back and remembered the two punk girls who tried to attack her in the bathroom. No. One girl tried to, but the other girl told her to leave. The other girl who was beside her now.

“That was you. In the bathroom. With that other girl,” Akiko whispered.

Courtney nodded regretfully. “Sorry about that.”

“I thought you were going to hurt me.”

“Sorry. Those guys I hang with–it’s a long story.”

“You really wrote those notes?” Courtney nodded. “Did you really mean everything, how I’m beautiful and–?”

“Every word,” Courtney answered. “After what happened Monday and with my reputation, I didn’t think you would trust me, so I wrote how I felt.”

An awkward silence settled, then Akiko thought of something she needed to know, but was hesitant to ask. “Did you…did you…beat up Samantha?”

After a moment’s hesitation, Courtney nodded, “I lost my temper when I saw what she did. Everyone knows who I am, so when they saw what I did to her, they knew to leave you alone.” There was another awkward silence followed by Courtney asking, “I’d like to hang out and get to know you. Maybe get something to eat at the Mac Shack.”

Her head still a mix of emotions, Akiko looked into the eyes of this once-feared creature and saw her kind intentions. She nodded her head. Courtney smiled and raised up, extending her hand. Akiko took it.

Moments later, Akiko found herself being led down the hall in an eerily similar way to how Samantha led her down the hall. She stopped, her eyes darting nervously. Courtney spoke softly, “I know how this looks, but please trust me. I’m not like those other girls. I’m not going to hurt you. If you still don’t want to, I understand, but please give me a chance.”

After a moment, Akiko nodded and continued walking. They stepped outside and after crossing the street, went into the Mac Shack. Stepping up to the counter, Courtney asked Akiko, “What do you want?”

“Pizza with Canadian bacon.”

“Two of those,” Courtney told the man behind the counter, who handed them each a large slice on a paper plate. They sat in a nearby booth.

“Thank you,” Akiko told her politely.

“So uh, what are you?” Courtney asked. Akiko’s eyebrows raised questioningly. “I mean what kind of name is Akiko? Chinese? Korean?”

“Japanese. It means bright girl.”

Courtney’s face lit up, “Really? Can you speak it?”

“Mm-hm,” Akiko mumbled, her mouth full of pizza.

“Say something.”

Akiko looked at her with an embarrassed grin, then swallowed the pizza in her mouth, “What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know–something.”

Not knowing what else to say, Akiko said quietly, “なにか(Something).”

Clearly impressed, Courtney breathed out, “Wooow. Can you say something else?”

“What?”

“Say, uh–I wanna go out with you tomorrow.”

“和知氏輪明日穴と戸一緒に外出したいです”

Courtney’s eyes rose impressively as she smiled. “Okay.”

Akiko frowned in confusion. “What?”

“Okay, I’ll go out with you tomorrow.”

“I didn’t mean–”

Courtney chuckled, “I know, but I would like to.” Akiko didn’t respond. “Do you want to?”

Akiko thought for a moment, then quietly said, “I don’t know.”

Sensing her apprehension, Courtney’s face fell, “Is it me?” Akiko hesitated, thinking it over, than slowly shook her head. “Then what is it?”

“I don’t want other people–” Her voice trailed off.

“We can go anywhere you want. I just want to spend some time with you. What do you like to do?”

Akiko thought for awhile. “I like going to museums.”

“What museum do you want to go to?”

“Is the Memorial Museum at UT okay?”

“Yeah. When do you want me to pick you up?”

With a slightly alarmed look, Akiko quickly told her, “Don’t! I-I’ll meet you here.”

“About ten?”

“Okay.”

Finishing her pizza, Akiko told her, “I better go or my mom will worry.” She got up, throwing her paper plate away. “Thank you for the pizza.”

“You want me to drive you home?”

Akiko shook her head, then began walking home. After half a block, she turned to see if Courtney was watching her. She was. She saw Courtney wave and waved back. On the way home, Akiko thought about everything that had happened and how it wasn’t Caroline, but someone she never expected.

*****

The next morning, Akiko ate her breakfast, quietly thinking. Of course, she didn’t tell her parents anything. All she said last night was to ask if it would be okay if she could hang out at Highland Mall with her friend Courtney from school. She didn’t tell them that Courtney was about seven years older, or what kind of girl Courtney was. And she certainly didn’t mention Courtney’s romantic intentions.

“Mom, I’m going to meet Courtney now.”

Mom looked up from the newspaper article she was reading, “Courtney?”

“Remember? From school?” Akiko reminded her, praying that her mom wouldn’t ask too many questions. Being that the mall was within walking distance and she had been there before, Akiko didn’t think she would.

“Oh okay, but I want you home by three and don’t talk to strangers…”

“Don’t talk to strangers,” Akiko repeated. “I won’t!” She quickly ran out the door before her mom could think of anything else.

It was chilly outside with the sky overcast. She should have brought a jacket, but didn’t think to and didn’t want to go back and risk having her mom think of something else for her to do. Walking down the street, Akiko questioned if she was doing the right thing. She was still wary after what Samantha did but also worried about the rumors she had heard about Courtney as well as the other punks. Everything from trying to set the school on fire to throwing a kid out of a window to killing a teacher. She still wasn’t sure if she was even attracted to Courtney. She wasn’t pretty like other girls.

She wants to be your friend when no one else did, her consciousness reminded her. Being pretty isn’t what’s important. A pained expression came across Akiko’s face. She remembered how beautiful she had thought Kerri and Samantha were. Coming up to the Mac Shack, which was closed for the weekend, she saw Courtney leaning against an old Mustang in the empty parking lot. She walked up timidly, but upon seeing Courtney smiling at her arrival, she felt more at ease.

Courtney came up to her, saying in a relieved voice, “I didn’t know if you would come. I thought you might not because of my reputation.” Getting inside the car and starting it up, Courtney said, “I’m glad you did. Did you want to get something to eat?”

Akiko shook her head, looking silently straight ahead, an uncertain look on her face. Courtney pulled out onto the road and headed downtown. “So uh, do you speak Japanese at home?”

Akiko replied in her small voice, “Sometimes.”

“What do you like to do?”

Akiko thought for a minute, but her mind was blank. The whole situation was too surreal for her. Courtney sensed her uneasiness and worried that their first date was not going well. It was peculiar for her to be worried about someone’s feelings, never having been concerned with them before, but she really liked this girl and wanted to make a good impression.

Walking inside the museum, Courtney gaped at a giant dinosaur skeleton hanging from the ceiling about twenty feet above them. “What the hell is that?!”

“It’s a Quetzalcoatlus from the Cretaceous Period.”

Courtney turned toward the girl in amazement, “How do you know that?”

“I read a lot.”

Going through the rooms with their various exhibits, Courtney was amazed at the displays and even more amazed at how much this little girl knew. She also noticed how talkative Akiko had suddenly become, commenting all sorts of facts about the exhibits. Courtney herself didn’t know anything about these exhibits, nor did she care. All that mattered was that Akiko was enjoying herself.

As they were walking past the final displays in the museum, Courtney remarked, “You’re a lot smarter than me.” Akiko smiled at the compliment. During the past hour, her gentle voice and smile had help put Akiko at ease. So much so, that she ventured a question that had been bothering her, “Did you really do all those things?”

“What things?”

“All those stories. About you breaking peoples’ arms and setting the school on fire?”

“Most of those stories aren’t true. When I first started school, I had a hard time making friends. I was made fun of a lot till I started fighting back. I got into a lot of fights and sometimes was arrested.”

“You were arrested?!” Akiko interrupted, her voice full of astonishment.

Courtney smiled at her adorable look and nodded. Courtney fished in her jeans pocket and brought out a pack of cigarettes. Pulling one out, she was about to light it when Akiko spoke up, “You’re not supposed to smoke here.” Courtney scowled, putting it back in the pack.

They left the museum, and stepping outside, they saw the dark clouds overhead threatening rain. Already feeling raindrops on their arms, they quickly crossed the street and ran along the sidewalk as the rain became heavier. By the time they got to the car, both were soaked. Starting up the car, Courtney looked at Akiko, who was beginning to shiver from her wet clothes. “We can dry our clothes at my apartment.” Several minutes later, Courtney pulled into a run-down apartment. Getting out, they hurried to the door, both shivering as Courtney fumbled with the key as the rain continued to pelt them. Once Courtney got the door open, they stepped inside. Akiko’s teeth were soon chattering as she wrapped her arms around herself in a vain effort to keep warm.

Courtney went over to the dryer, taking off her clothes before a shivering but mesmerized Akiko and dropping them into the dryer. Wrapping a blanket from the bed around herself, she told Akiko, “If you want to, you can use the bathroom to take off your clothes, so I can dry them.” Akiko didn’t move, but instead just stood there, shivering with her arms about herself, trying futilely to warm herself. “There’s a blanket that you can cover yourself with. You’re going to freeze if you won’t let me dry your clothes.”

The cold winning out over her discomfort, Akiko went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her, where she quickly removed her wet clothes and wrapped the blanket around herself. Peeking her head out behind the bathroom door, she held out her wet clothes with one hand, too embarrassed to come out. Laughing silently at her shyness, Courtney took them to the dryer. After pausing to admire her tiny Disney panties, she turned the dryer on and walked over to sit on the bed. Akiko remained in the bathroom, just peeking out at her from behind the door.

“I swear I didn’t plan this,” Courtney told her. Seeing that Akiko was making no effort to come out, Courtney tried coaxing her out. “You don’t have to stay in there.”

Akiko slowly shuffled out, nervously gripping the blanket tightly around her. Stopping several feet from Courtney, she seemed lost. Sensing this fragility, Courtney patted the bed, “Don’t be afraid. Come over here.” Akiko shuffled over and sat down, looking up at Courtney nervously. “I’m really glad you came.” Akiko didn’t say anything, just continued to stare up at her. Mesmerized by the little girl, Courtney reached over, gently pushing aside a wet lock of hair from Akiko’s forehead. “You’re really–”

Still staring at Akiko, Courtney considered something, then let the blanket around her fall open, revealing her breasts. Though the sight was enough to set Akiko’s heart to pounding madly, she couldn’t move. Courtney’s voice was a husky whisper, “You can touch me. I know you want to.” Courtney gently took Akiko’s hand, bringing it to her breast. Akiko felt her mouth grow dry and licked her lips subconsciously. Her hand moved slowly, gently touching the breast as if it were a delicate flower. Courtney had never seen such enthrallment. Akiko kept touching and poking both of her breasts, and even brought her face up to rub against them. Akiko looked up, saw Courtney watching her and pulled away, blushing deeply.

“Don’t stop. I like it,” Courtney whispered as she found herself leaning forward. Akiko’s eyes widened as she pulled back slightly. “I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to kiss you.” Courtney slowly pressed her lips against Akiko’s briefly before pulling away. “How was that?”

“I don’t know,” Akiko whispered.

“Did you like it?”

“I think so.”

“D’ya wanna do it again?”

Akiko shrugged her shoulders. Courtney snickered at her uncertainty, then slowly kissed her again. Longer this time, licking the little girl’s lips till she had to pull back to breathe, wondering how someone like this could have such an effect on her. “You don’t know how bad I’ve wanted to do that.” She bit her lip nervously, then took a deep breath, hoping for the best, “Akiko–I would like to have sex with you.” As she expected, sweet little Akiko’s mouth dropped open in shock. “You don’t have to, but I would like you to.”

After a moment, Akiko said in her small voice, “I don’t know how.”

“I know. ”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’ll show you. Lie down.” Akiko lay back, keeping the blanket wrapped tightly around her. As she stared up at the older teen, Courtney raised up, her blanket falling away, then leaned over, kissing her. Her hand moved down caressing her legs, then gradually slid up, lightly pulling back the blanket. As she felt the blanket pulling away, Akiko looked concerned.

“I just want to see you.” Courtney continued pulling the blanket back, revealing the little girl beneath. Though having seen many naked girls before, Courtney was caught off guard, whispering in admiration, “Wow…” For several seconds, she was frozen in fascination, then reaching out, she slowly ran a finger down the girl’s chest, smiling at her squirming ticklishness.

“Tickles,” Akiko mumbled shyly.

Courtney ran her fingers along her sides bringing out more squirming, drawing her in more and more till she leaned down to lovingly kissed each nipple, then slowly kissed her way down Akiko’s belly to her bald vulva. Pressing her mouth against it, Courtney kissed it longingly. Akiko stared wide-eyed at the older teen, first in shock, then desperately covering her mouth to stifle her giggling. A muffled giggle escaped, drawing the teen’s attention.

Glancing up, Courtney asked her curiously, “What?” Akiko kept covering her mouth, quivering slightly from her laughter. Courtney smiled at the sight, asking again, “What’s so funny?”

Through her giggles, Akiko managed to tell her, “You’re kissing my pee-pee.”

Courtney smiled. “And that’s funny?” Akiko nodded. “Well, I love kissing your pee-pee,” bringing even more giggles from the little girl. The older teen’s hands lovingly stroked along the young girl’s sides and chest as she again knelt down, pressing her mouth against Akiko’s sex.

Courtney’s caressing hands felt very good, like a soothing massage. Akiko felt Courtney’s lips and tongue between her legs. A strange feeling at first, but soon very relaxing. Her eyes slowly closed as her breathing quickened, becoming heavier. She didn’t understand what was happening but it felt very good. Her hands slightly shuddering, she felt something inside her begin to take hold, a feeling she never felt before.

Courtney continued to press her mouth against the little girl’s vulva, feeling for the small clit with the tip of her tongue. She could taste the girl’s clean juices, and savored the flavor. She’d done this before with some of her girlfriends, but never with someone this young. The feel of the bald mound under her mouth made her own pussy pulse with desire. She didn’t want to come, but she still humped herself against the mattress, feeling the pressure against her own clit and the small tremors that accompanied each hump against the soft material.

Akiko felt her own waves of desire–waves she’d never experienced before. She’d had, well, feelings down there before, but nothing like this. It was as if a whole new world was opening up to her. The teenager’s mouth was against her pee-pee, and her tongue seemed to be dancing all around, especially near the top of her mound. One particular area was responding in ways she had never felt. There was a deep trembling inside her, a sort of shiver that seemed to be taking over her entire body. The small waves were turning into a rushing tide.

“Something’s happening…I feel….” Seeing that Akiko was about to come, Courtney raised up to watch, her finger still rubbing against the girl’s sex. “Court…ney…I…I–” Akiko’s face scrunched up as her voice broke up into whimpering gasps.

Courtney watched, entirely transfixed by the sight of this little girl experiencing something so intense and wonderful for the first time in her life. Courtney felt her fingers getting wet; then Akiko’s face froze with a horrified expression. “I’m–I’m sorry,” Akiko said in an almost inaudible voice.

“Akiko?” Akiko didn’t answer, her lips quivering as her eyes became misty with tears. “What’s wrong?!” Courtney called out in distress. “Please tell me.”

As tears ran down Akiko’s face, she choked out, “I–I didn’t mean to.”

Her voice full of concern, Courtney asked, “Didn’t mean to what?” Then Courtney smelled the unmistakable odor of urine. She turned and saw the wet spot on the bed sheet. “Hey–it’s okay. I shouldn’t have done that without telling you about it.” Courtney caressed her cheek. “Please don’t worry. I’m not mad. Okay?” Akiko nodded, tears still running down. “Did you like it?”

Akiko nodded. “It makes me feel sleepy.”

“Yea. It does that,” Courtney kissed her. Getting off the bed, she pulled off the bedsheet and quickly threw it on the floor. Crawling back on the bed, straddling her, she smiled down at the timid little girl. “I want you to do that to my pussy.”

Akiko glanced around. “Your cat?”

Courtney snickered quietly, pointing to her pussy, “No, this is a pussy.”

Akiko grimaced at Courtney’s pussy just above her, “What do I do?”

“Touch it.”

Akiko gingerly reached out, quickly poking it with her finger then pulling her hand back and looking up at her.

Courtney sighed in disbelief. “Can you do it again?” Akiko again timidly reached out, lightly touching the moist flesh. “What does it feel like?”

Akiko traced her finger around, feeling the different protrusions. “It’s all icky,” Akiko answered, causing Courtney to chuckle.

“Would you like to kiss it?” Akiko got a sour look on her face, shaking her head emphatically. “Can you put your hand in?” When Akiko looked up at her questioningly, Courtney said, “Remember how good it felt to you?” Akiko nodded. “It feels that good to me too.” Akiko tentatively pushed her finger partway in. “Can you push it in a little more?.” She put a few more fingers in. “Moooorrrre…”

Akiko did, wincing at the slimy feeling, “Eewww…”

Oh fuck, that feels so good, Courtney thought as she coaxed Akiko. “Keep going.”

“This is really gross,” Akiko replied. Courtney rolled her eyes. Akiko watched in astonishment as her hand disappeared into Courtney’s body.

Courtney closed her eyes, succumbing to the intense feelings stirring within her. “Move your hand in…in a circle….yeah…keep doing that.” Akiko glanced up at Courtney and giggled at the funny expressions on her face. She covered her mouth with her other hand to keep from laughing out loud.

Fuck, this feels so incredible, Courtney thought to herself. She had brought herself close with her humping of the mattress earlier, but now she was on the brink of a massive orgasm. Opening her eyes, she spied the little girl watching her with amusement. “Hey–” her breathless voice struggled. “Say something in Japanese.”

“Now?!”

“Yeah.”

“What do you want me to say?!”

“Anything!”

At a loss as to what to say, Akiko simply said, “なんでも なんでも(Anything Anything)”

“Oh fuck…Oh fuccckkk…OH FUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!!!!….” Courtney groaned as her orgasm exploded inside her. Holding on to the headboard for support, she tensed up. Then when it subsided, she rolled off, falling down beside Akiko. “Oh fuck…oh fuck…oh fuck,” she gasped breathlessly.

“Did I hurt you?” Akiko asked, concerned.

Courtney glanced at her, still breathing hard. “No–that felt so good.” Rolling over, facing Akiko, Courtney stroked her face, “What’re you thinking?”

“What about Monday?” Akiko asked in a concerned voice.

“What about it?”

“What if the kids at school make fun of us?”

“They won’t,” Courtney replied.

“How do you know?”

“Because they know what I’ll do to them if they do,” Courtney kissed her.

Akiko was quiet for a moment, then asked, “What’s a dyke?”

Courtney didn’t answer, her smile fading. After a moment, she said, “It’s an ugly word that ugly people use.” Courtney caressed her cheek, “Don’t worry about those people. I won’t let anyone hurt you.” Akiko smiled halfheartedly, feeling better. Courtney reached across to the nearby table and grabbed the pack of cigarettes. Pulling one out along with the lighter inside, she proceeded to light it.

Akiko scrunched up her face in disgust. “Don’t you know cigarettes are bad for you?”

“Yeah,” Courtney replied nonchalantly, blowing out a puff of smoke.

“Well, why do you do it?”

“Everyone else does.”

“I don’t. Nobody in my class does.”

“And?” Courtney countered.

“And you shouldn’t do it. How can you do something so gross?!”

“Like this.” Courtney grinned as she took a drag and coolly blew out a puff of smoke. Akiko glared at the offending smoke, hanging in the air.

“Don’t you know you’re turning your lungs black?!”

“They’re my lungs.” Courtney leaned over to kiss her.

“And your breath stinks!” Akiko pulled back, grimacing at her. Courtney’s eyes narrowed in annoyance. “If you want to kiss me, you can’t smoke.”

What happened to the shy little girl that I met this morning? Courtney thought to herself as Akiko narrowed her eyes back at her. Akiko’s sternness looked so adorable that Courtney laughed, “Okay, okay. I’ll try to stop.”

“I’ll help you!” Akiko told her excitedly, rolling over to lay on her front.

“Great,” Courtney muttered, rolling her eyes. She took another drag on her cigarette.

“Well?!”

“Well what?”

“You said you’ll stop!”

“Now?!” Courtney cried out in disbelief.

“Yes, now.”

Sighing in frustration, Courtney reached over, stabbing her cigarette out on the table. “It’s a good thing you’re so cute.”

“Hey, we can make it fun,” Akiko suddenly remarked. Courtney turned back over to face her, staring at her with an annoyed expression, clearly not interested in making it fun. Akiko continued. “If you don’t smoke, I’ll give you a reward.”

“What reward?” Courtney’s voice was clearly not impressed.

“I don’t know. What do you want?”

Courtney stared at her, knowing that there wasn’t anything that Akiko could give–. Her eyes popped open, then she smiled “This.” Courtney reached over, stroking her butt. “This is what I want.”

“My butt?”

“Yeah,” Courtney smiled slyly.

“You want my butt for a reward?” Akiko asked dubiously.

“Oh yeah,” Courtney purred hungrily.

“What are you going to do with it?”

“I’ll think of something.”

Suddenly, they heard a noise at the door, revealing a middle-age woman in a waitress’ uniform. Akiko, wide-eyed in alarm, squeaked as she yanked the blanket over her head, desperately trying to bury herself beneath it.

“MOM!” Courtney blared angrily.

“Who’s that?!” the woman asked accusingly in a tired, irritated voice as she walked over. “I don’t need some floozy that you picked up on 6th street–” She yanked back the blanket, and for a brief second stared at the little girl in surprise before Akiko quickly snatched back the blanket, pulling it over her once again. Turning to Courtney, her mom cried out, “Who’s this?!”

Courtney sighed frustratingly, “She’s new at McCallum.” Courtney pulled back the blanket, uncovering Akiko’s head as the little girl scooted against Courtney for security, a terrified look on her face.

“She’s a kid!” Mom exclaimed, scowling at Courtney. “You had sex with a kid?! Do her parents know she’s here?” With an exasperated sigh, Mom sat down in a nearby chair, “What am I going to do with you, Courtney?”

“But I didn’t do anything! I wasn’t fighting. I really am staying out of trouble.”

“You call this staying out of trouble?!” her mom exclaimed, “You can’t be having sex with a kid!”

“Why not?!”

”Why not?! Because it’s against the law!”

“Mom, I…I really like her. Look, you’re always complaining about who I bring here. She’s different. She’s not like the others.”

Mom sighed, opening her eyes and studying the quiet little girl curled up against Courtney, “I guess you have a point there, but it’s still against the law. Look uh…”

“Akiko,” Courtney told her.

“Aki-ko, I’m not mad at you. It’s just that Courtney’s trying to get her life back on track and doesn’t need any trouble. I didn’t mean to seem like I’m mad at you. And you!” she narrowed her eyes at Courtney. “I want you to be discreet about this. Understand me?!” Standing up, she said, “I’m going to take a shower and start supper.” She walked over to the doorway, then looked back at Courtney, “You really like her?”

“Yeah.”

Looking at the time, Mom told them, “Well, it’s getting late and you need to take her home.”

After Mom went into the next room, closing the door behind her, Akiko asked, “She’s not gonna call my parents, is she? Please don’t let her.”

“She won’t.” Courtney held Akiko close to her.

“Are you in trouble?”

Courtney shook her head. “She just wasn’t expecting you.” Courtney ran her hand along her side, “I don’t want you to go.”

Courtney sighed in disappointment and got out of bed, pulling their clothes from the dryer and bringing them over. They dressed quietly, each alone in their thoughts. Taking her hand, she led Akiko out to the car. As they pulled out into the road, Courtney asked, “Which way is your house?”

“Can you just drop me off at the Mac Shack?”

“Don’t want your parents to see me?” Courtney grinned at her.

“No, it’s just–uh–” Akiko stammered.

“I know.”

They continued on in silence, eventually pulling into the empty parking lot of the Mac Shack. Courtney turned to Akiko, brushing her hair from her face. “I’m going to miss you.” Leaning over, she tried to kiss her, but Akiko nervously glanced around, looking to see if anyone was watching. Courtney pulled back. “Still not used to this?”

Akiko looked down, “It’s just that–everyone already says I’m a…a…”

Courtney raised her chin, looking her sincerely in the eye. “And they never will again. How do you say beautiful in Japanese?”

“野道” (Kireina)

“Kireina,” Courtney leaned over and gently kissed her.

“I better go,” Akiko said.

She opened the door and stepped out. “Bye,” she said and waved. Courtney watched her walk away till she disappeared from sight. She pulled out a cigarette and, as she was about to light it, hesitated, sighing. Closing her eyes for a moment, she looked around, saw a trash can, and threw it and the pack away. She could smoke and Akiko would never know, but she had to be honest with Akiko.

During her walk home, Akiko thought about how everything had changed. Someone who she had thought was dangerous was actually nice. More than that, this person was in love with her. She had not told her mom that she had quit cheerleading. And this was one more thing that she wouldn’t be able to tell her. Akiko wondered what Monday would be like. She wondered if she could tell Caroline and if Courtney would still be the same person who fell in love with her.

 

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Daria’s Dreams – Chapter 3

  • Posted on June 20, 2018 at 10:24 am

by Jojo Starr

Daria was in a haze when she heard a soft, rhythmic rustling. She had just fallen asleep. Why am I awake again?

Her adrenaline started to rush as she realized the rustling was coming from within her own room. Her heart was now pounding and she was wide awake. She kept as still as possible and opened her eyes.

As her eyes began to focus, she realized she was looking across the room at her sister’s bed. She could see movement, and it was clearly corresponding to the rhythmic rustling sounds. She felt another heavy jolt of adrenaline as she realized it was her sister who was moving rhythmically.

Is she… is Miley humping her bed?

From what Daria could tell, it sure looked like it! As her eyes focused further, she could see that Miley was lying on her stomach, her face pressed down into her mattress, and her hips were slightly raised, pushing up and down into the bed. She could hear Miley gasping and panting as she thrust her hips down, over and over.

Daria felt her body instantly filled with adrenaline and incredible excitement. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Miley is masturbating!

Daria instantly felt a twitching and a heavy throbbing between her legs. She thought to herself over and over that she must be dreaming, but this was definitely too real to be a dream. She was actually watching her little sister hump her bed.

Daria’s heart pounded like crazy. She’d never felt so hot and excited before – at least while she was awake. She dared not move though, for fear Miley would see her and stop what she was doing. She just lay there, watching, feeling herself get hotter and hotter by the second.

Miley’s breathing got heavier, the rustling got louder, and soon Miley’s bed began to creak. Miley was pushing her hips hard and fast now and Daria had a desperate urge to touch herself. The sight before her was doing incredible things to her body.

Miley now began thrusting her hips hard, grunting softly. Then, after two really hard thrusts, Daria actually heard her little sister give a muffled squeal into the mattress, and she instantly knew her sister was coming.

The intense heat and arousal that gripped Daria’s body at that moment was indescribable. She held her breath for fear of panting herself! All she could do was squeeze her legs together tightly to alleviate the heavy throbbing that was occurring between her legs.

A few seconds later, it was over, and Miley had collapsed against her bed. Daria still dared not move. She had to wait until she was sure Miley was asleep. And then she heard her sister move, pulling something out from under the sheets. It was her pillow. Miley threw it up at the top of her bed.

With a shock, Daria realized Miley had been humping her pillow. She was suddenly seized with another wave of intense arousal that surprised her.

At this point, lying still was absolute torture. Daria was wide awake, filled with incredible energy and sexual arousal. She had just watched her sister masturbate and Daria realized it had gotten her just as hot, if not hotter, than any of the dreams she’d had about Miley. This is real. This really happened. If only I could just move. But she held still, waiting patiently.

It only seemed like more than a minute or two had passed before she heard Miley breathing slow and rhythmic. She must be asleep. Daria desperately wanted to move, but she decided to wait yet another minute just to make sure. Miley’s breathing hasn’t changed. Daria figured Miley’s orgasm must’ve knocked her out. She didn’t blame her!

Now Daria was free to move. The first thing she did was slowly slide her hand down between her legs and cup her sex. It was hot and very moist. She sighed deeply as she began to slowly massage it, closing her eyes and replaying the scenario she’d just witnessed. She sighed deeply again and slid her hand up and then under her panties to cup her naked, slick sex.

Daria bit her lip as her body writhed under the sheets. She had never done this before – touched herself – but she couldn’t help it now. She was too hot and it would be torture if she didn’t do anything about it.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Daria told herself that this was wrong – that she was actively, and consciously, masturbating to thoughts of her sister – but she didn’t dwell on that thought for too long. She was far too hot and bothered.

Daria slid her thin fingers through the slick folds of her sex as she rubbed herself, sighing over and over, feeling her hips involuntarily writhe and thrust back and forth of their own accord.

In her mind, she saw the raised hump of Miley’s butt under the sheets as it pumped up and down into what she now knew was her pillow. An intense passion seized her as she pressed her hand tighter against her sex, her hips thrusting up into it. Her eyes rolled back in her head at the incredible sensation.

She kept her mind focused on that image – Miley’s raised butt, pumping and thrusting over and over into her pillow, harder, tighter. Daria’s thighs squeezed tight around her hand, and she pictured her sister coming, holding that thought as clearly and vividly as she could.

She gasped sharply as she felt an orgasm immediately seize her and her body started trembling heavily. She shoved her hand tight against her sex, clamping her thighs around it as hard as she could, riding out her very first conscious orgasm.

When it was over, Daria opened her eyes, breathing heavily. She felt incredible – warm and blissful all throughout her body. She was absolutely amazed at how powerful that was and was immediately glad she did it. She simply lay prostrate, breathing heavily, relishing the warm, wonderful feeling as she felt her eyelids grow heavy.

When Daria awoke the next morning, she felt better than she had in a long time. She had slept hard and long, not waking up once after… well, after she masturbated. She began thinking about that wonderful masturbation again and what had led to it. Immediately, she felt a rush of adrenaline and a wave of arousal.

But that was immediately cut short by the sounds of Miley stirring in her bed. It was time to get up and Miley would be getting up any second to use the bathroom. Daria simply lay in bed, replaying the events of last night in her head. She carefully reached down between her legs and felt herself. She was surprised to find she was still pretty damp. She would have to change again while Miley was in the bathroom.

Slowly, Miley began rustling around, scooting closer to the edge of the bed. Daria turned her head toward her sister. Miley was moving very strangely, turning her whole body around in bed it seemed, and flipping onto her stomach.

The first thing to emerge from under her sheets was her right leg, followed by her left. She reached around for the floor with her feet and slowly stood up, facing away from Daria. As Miley kept her back to Daria as she slowly made her way to the bathroom, Daria realized with a twinge of arousal that Miley’s panties must be wet! That’s why she didn’t want to face her. It only excited Daria further.

Once Miley was in the bathroom, Daria quickly threw off the covers and went to her drawer to grab a fresh pair of panties, and changed into them, putting her damp panties in the hamper.

She was about to climb back into bed when her eyes fell on her sister’s pillow. The very pillow, Daria realized, with another twinge of arousal, that Miley had humped last night. Which side was it, she wondered. Was it the side that was face up, or did she turn her pillow over afterward? Daria slowly reached out to touch her sister’s pillow. She grabbed it and lifted it up to turn it over… and received the shock of her life.

Under her sister’s pillow was a pair of panties – Daria’s panties. She immediately recognized them as the same panties she had worn to bed the night before. The same panties she had a dream about Miley in.

What the hell are they doing under Miley’s pillow? Daria felt a deluge of feelings that jumbled up her stomach and her brain and couldn’t quite figure out how to process what she’d just seen.

Quickly, she set Miley’s pillow back down and rushed back under her own covers. She lay there, her mind spinning, as she waited for her sister to get out of the bathroom. Why… why… WHY are my panties there? Miley must have put them there. There is no other explanation.

Daria thought back to last night… as Miley was humping her pillow, she had her face down in her mattress… right where her pillow would have been. And come to think of it, it DID sound like Miley was breathing through her nose a lot… at least inhaling. Was Miley sniffing my panties while she humped her pillow?

The thought gripped and seized Daria’s body like an earthquake. Her mind spun and reeled. She desperately tried to wrack her brain for any other possible solution. But there wasn’t any. The evidence couldn’t have been any clearer.

The sound of the bathroom door opening jolted her like lightning. Miley came out carrying an old shirt, holding it casually so that it blocked the view between her legs. Daria tried to act as normal as possible, but she simply couldn’t. The realizations that had recently come to her were too profound.

She desperately hoped Miley wouldn’t say anything to her – she wouldn’t be able to conceal her voice well enough. Thankfully, Miley didn’t say anything.

The bathroom door was wide open for her. Quickly, Daria bolted up from her bed and went to the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, her hands on the counter, staring at her reflection. She looked shocked, dazed, and, of course, like she’d just woken up. What the hell was going on? She felt a twinge of disgust as she realized this was the face of a person who masturbated to thoughts of her own sister.

She felt sick, but that was quickly replaced with confusion as she remembered that Miley had masturbated while sniffing her big sister’s panties! She lingered on this thought, replaying the events she’d witnessed last night, now with the knowledge that Miley was sniffing her panties. Slowly, she began to see the hard nubs of her nipples poking through her t-shirt. She was getting aroused all over again.

No! she thought. Not now. I’ve got to get ready for school. Daria tried to push all those thoughts to the back of her mind as she grabbed her toothbrush and started going about her morning routine. She sat down on the toilet and began to pee while she brushed her teeth. As she casually looked down at her panties stretching between her legs, she could clearly see that the crotch was newly moistened. And she had just changed into these!

Again, she tried to push these thoughts to the back of her mind. But it was futile. They kept coming back over and over. Miley humping her pillow. Sniffing her panties. Miley humping her pillow, while sniffing her panties. God, why would she do something like that? It was so gross!

It was so… God… it was gross, but it was also… somehow, incredibly hot. Daria couldn’t deny that. And that was perhaps why she couldn’t get the thought out of her head.

Miley LIKED the smell of her panties, her dirty panties. She liked them so much she got off to them. Daria simply couldn’t shake the thought. It haunted her like nothing had haunted her before. She finished brushing her teeth and, as casually as possible, walked back into the room.

Miley stood up. She was wearing jogging shorts now. “I’m gonna get in the shower now,” Miley said.

“Okay,” Daria said blankly as her sister walked past her and into the bathroom.

Again and again the thought kept coming back to Daria. She sniffed my panties, my dirty panties.Then another thought took hold of her. She glanced at the bathroom door and heard the shower water come on.

She tip-toed to Miley’s bed and carefully lifted her pillow. To Daria’s shock, there were a different pair of panties there now. The ones she had just been wearing. Her heart pounded heavily in her chest. Miley wanted a fresh smell. Daria didn’t know whether she should be grossed out or turned on. But judging by how hard her heart was pounding and how weak her knees felt, it was pretty clear which one she was feeling.

She put Miley’s pillow down and tried to focus on getting ready for school. But it was almost impossible. Even after Miley came out of the shower and Daria went in, she couldn’t shake the thoughts. She thought about touching herself again in the shower, but she told herself she needed more time to think about everything. She couldn’t do it just yet.

When she got out of the shower, she couldn’t believe how late it was. She was going to be late for school! Miley was already in the kitchen eating. Daria quickly got dressed and knew she should rush out the door any second, but something was holding her back. She stood frozen in the middle of her room, debating with herself. It was now or never.

And then, as an impulse took hold of her, she felt herself walking across the room to the hamper and lifted the lid. She felt a heavy twinge as right there, just beneath Miley’s shirt, were the panties she’d been wearing last night.

Daria felt a burning within her she couldn’t explain and felt herself reaching for the panties, pulling them out of the hamper, and quickly thrusting them underneath her pillow, but not before she felt a definite dampness on them. She squeezed her fingers into the dampness, and as she pulled her hand out from under her pillow and began walking towards the door, she casually brought her fingers to her nose and sniffed. It was dirty and musty… pretty gross, she thought, feeling almost relieved at this initial reaction. But then something compelled her to do it again. She sniffed again. It was still gross. But her body was starting to get warm and there was a light pulsing between her legs. What was happening to her?

All morning she didn’t wash that hand. She didn’t know why. She couldn’t explain it. Whenever she got a chance, she would bring her fingers to her nose and sniff, feeling that strange mixture of disgust and arousal. All day long she kept bringing those fingers to her nose until she couldn’t smell anything on them anymore. And even then, she kept doing it just to make sure the smell had gone away.

Daria couldn’t believe how weirdly she was behaving. This definitely wasn’t her. Was it? What was happening to her? She was smelling her own sister’s vagina, for God’s sake! And what was even weirder was she thought she actually liked it!

She couldn’t stop replaying last night’s events in her head, and she couldn’t stop thinking about that pair of her sister’s panties she had put under her pillow. Miley apparently loved the smell of Daria’s panties. Would Daria… could Daria love the smell of Miley’s? The thought was simultaneously disgusting and thrilling to her. Maybe… she even thought… just maybe it was thrilling because it was so disgusting. Now that was definitely weird.

In any case, she couldn’t wait to get home from school that day and make sure everything was where she left it. Specifically, she wanted to make sure her sister’s panties were still under her own pillow. She knew she wouldn’t be able to do anything with them, at least not until later that night after Miley had fallen asleep. But at the very least, maybe she could rub her fingers against them again and get some fresh smell on them. That, she thought, might tide her over until that night.

So that was exactly what she did. Immediately after getting home from school, Daria was relieved as Miley went into the bathroom. This would be her chance.

She rushed into their room and quickly slipped her hands under her pillow, her heart racing as she felt her sister’s panties. They were dry by now, but she rubbed her fingers over them as best she could, sliding the fabric of her sister’s underwear all across her fingertips.

She pulled her hand out and raised it to her nose. Her heart began racing yet again, accompanied by a twitch between her legs as she smelled the familiar musky scent of her sister’s private region, even though it wasn’t quite as strong as it was that morning.

Daria was shocked at how much this act thrilled her. She wasn’t sure if it was the idea of doing something she wasn’t supposed to, or if she genuinely enjoyed the smell of her sister’s vagina, but a fire had been ignited in her body that burned hot and strong.

She couldn’t deny the reaction her body was having. Her heart was beating rapidly, her cheeks felt hot, and she felt a throbbing between her legs. She even felt a tingling around her nipples and realized they were getting hard. There was no denying it. She was aroused.

And she stayed that way all evening. Whenever she could, she brought her hand to her nose, trying to smell whatever remnants of her sister’s scent she still could, all the while thinking about that pair of panties under her pillow and how badly she wanted some alone time with them.

She barely spoke ten words to her sister all night as they went about their separate routines, finishing their homework, and getting ready for bed. As Daria got ready for bed, her excitement paralleled her frustration. She remembered that Miley had put last night’s pair of Daria’s panties under her own pillow – presumably for another masturbation session with them tonight. But, of course, she wouldn’t do it until Daria had fallen asleep. Which potentially meant a long night for Daria.

She tried to think about it positively. At the very least, she would have to pretend to sleep while listening to her sister masturbate and sniff her panties. While it would be difficult to feign sleep the whole time, Daria could think of many worse ways to spend her evening.

So as she settled into bed, she tried to do just that – pretend she’d fallen asleep right away. As difficult as it was, she tried to breathe slowly and rhythmically, trying to get her sister to think she had fallen asleep.

It was an excruciatingly long and slow process. Daria had to be incredibly patient. It seemed like hours had gone by and she began to wonder whether she was actually falling asleep. And then, suddenly, she began to hear some shifting on the other side of the room.

Daria’s heart began to pound in her chest as she felt adrenaline rush throughout her body. She strained her ears to listen and clearly heard some movement from Miley’s bed. Her heart pounded harder and she felt a twinge of arousal in her stomach and between her legs. She heard some rustling, pausing, and then more rustling as she presumed Miley had just stuffed the pillow between her legs and was now settling down on it. What she would give to see her sister right now! But she held perfectly still.

Then, ever so slowly, she began to hear a soft, rhythmic creaking from Miley’s bed.

Oh God, she’s doing it.

Miley was beginning to hump her pillow. The sound of Miley’s bed softly creaking back and forth was music to Daria’s ears and got her incredibly hot, incredibly fast.

She strained her ears to listen more closely, and after several more thrusts, she could hear Miley exhale. God, it was sexy. She kept listening, and as the creaking got faster, she could start to hear Miley inhaling too – through her nose! She was definitely sniffing something, and Daria squeezed her legs together knowing what it was.

It wasn’t long before Miley was humping hard and fast, gasping for breath. The sounds coming from her sister’s bed were the hottest things Daria had ever heard, and they were making her incredibly wet.

Just then, she heard a tiny little grunt from her sister and a loud, heavy creak, then a pause, then another loud creak, then two more. Daria’s heart pounded as she pictured her sister coming in her panties. Did she come a lot? Did she get really wet? These thoughts were driving Daria mad with erotic desire and she was having an extremely difficult time refraining from touching herself. Then Daria heard a long, heavy exhale and the sound of Miley’s body slumping to the mattress. She was done.

Daria continued to listen as Miley caught her breath, slowly pulled the pillow out from between her legs and dropped it against the headboard, then rested her head on it. Daria waited for her sister to fall asleep. She figured it wouldn’t be too long.

While she waited, she slid her hand slowly underneath her own pillow to feel for her sister’s panties. When she felt them, her heart beat rapidly in her chest. Miley had come in these. The thought alone caused her sex to twitch and ooze more fluids into her panties. Daria lay there, feeling her sister’s panties, rolling them between her fingers, thinking about where they had been and what had happened to them, until she was sure Miley was asleep.

When she heard Miley breathing deeply and rhythmically for several minutes, she knew she was in the clear. Her heart began to beat faster again and she bit her lip. She was still incredibly aroused. Her fingers closed around her sister’s panties and she slowly began to pull them out from under her pillow. She held them in front of her and looked at them, barely able to see them in the dark.

As hot and aroused as Daria was, she was still slightly hesitant. Could she really do this? It still feels so weird! She felt her sister’s panties in her fingers and felt another twinge of arousal. These had been right up against her sister’s sex, all day yesterday, and, Miley had masturbated in them. She had come in them. Her cum was actually inside these panties right now, as Daria held them.

Daria suddenly felt a wave of heat and erotic desire seize her like never before, and she pressed the panties to her face and inhaled. Miley’s scent flooded her nostrils and filled her lungs, causing her sex to throb hot and heavy between her legs. THIS is what I’ve been wanting to do all day. What she had only smelled faintly on her fingers and desperately needed to smell in full force. It was intoxicating and unbelievably erotic.

Daria exhaled, her eyelids lightly closed. She inhaled again, this time her hand slid down inside her panties and squeezed her sex. She was shocked at how hot and wet she was, and, as she pressed her fingers against herself, more wetness oozed out.

Daria inhaled again, picturing her sister thrusting her hips against her pillow, grinding and smearing her sex all over these panties. Her clit throbbed heavily and Daria gasped when she touched it. She began to lightly stroke her fingertips up and down her clit as she inhaled the heavy, musky aroma of Miley’s panties. She’d never been so hot in her life. Right now the only thing that mattered was that smell. Her sister’s sweet, musky sex smell.

She rubbed herself faster as she inhaled over and over, squeezing her thighs around her hand, panting and gasping for breath, each heavy inhale filled with the scent of her sister. She imagined her sister bursting into orgasm, flooding her panties with her juices, and suddenly Daria squealed involuntarily, erupting into her own orgasm, bucking and thrusting her hips against her fingers as she continued breathing in her sister’s wonderfully intoxicating aroma. Every nerve in her body burned with indescribable passion as she came, her chest heaving, her body quivering. It was incredible.

After Daria came down from that incredibly thrilling climax, she summoned the last remaining ounce of energy she had and slipped her sister’s panties back under her pillow before resting her head on the pillow and falling into a deep sleep.

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Dinner’s ready!

  • Posted on June 18, 2018 at 10:26 am

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My Family, Friends, and Sex – Chapter 30

  • Posted on June 16, 2018 at 10:57 am

by Purple Les

Nothing much was happening. I still played the guitar. I still listened to music. I spent more time outdoors with the nicer weather, cleaning up the front and back yard.

It was nice being married. I kept my pipe-cleaner wedding ring in my jewelry box along with my earrings and my locket that Mom had given me.

It was Friday. We were having a picnic at school. They did it for us every spring. They had hot dogs and hamburgers and soda and salads. We didn’t have to wear our school uniforms. We got to come to school in our play clothes. We just played games and ate and had fun. Plus we got to go home early. Mary still looked dressed up even in her casual clothes. It was a perfect day. I wore my denim cut off shorts, a t-shirt and my flannel shirt, and my sneakers. I had my flannel shirt tied around my waist mostly as the sun was warm. If I moved into the shade and a cool breeze came up I would put it on.

This one boy asked Mary to be his girlfriend and she said, “Thank you, but I’m already with someone.”

Siobhan said after the boy left, “I think that’s nice. He said you were beautiful, Mary. I’ve never had a compliment from a boy. Have you, Katy?”

“Yes. A sixth grade boy told me I spit better than most boys could.” Mary rolled her eyes and Siobhan sadly shook her head. I thought it was a nice compliment.

We played more games. Mary’s mom picked her up from school. I hung around and rode home on the school bus like always. When I walked up to my house I could see Mom wasn’t home. No car in the driveway. So I walked toward town, just because it was still early.  I walked past the Tran’s restaurant. I came to the little park outside of town. I walked along the path. I saw Veronica Cuthbert sitting on a bench. She was the sixth grade girl who would give me a hard time. She had a bunch of sticks next to her and would throw one in to the rushing creek and watch it go down stream.

I walked over to her. “Hi, Ronnie.” I said. She didn’t have any makeup on for a change. I thought she looked better without it.

She looked at me and said, “Hi, Twatson.” She said it like most people would say “Damn, I just stepped in dog poop.” Then she looked away.

“Can I sit on the bench with you?” I asked, trying to be friendly and besides I wanted to sit down.

“It’s a free country, I suppose,” she answered with a deep sigh. I took that for a “Yes” and sat on the other side of her pile of sticks. My feet didn’t quite reach the ground and I kicked them back and forth while I sat.

We both started to throw the sticks at the same time into the creek. Making the sticks have little races down the creek. We were having fun. Then the sticks were gone and she sighed again.

“So it was a fun day, huh?” I asked.

Her answer came out in a spoken sigh, “Yeah, I guess.”

“Well, it’s a lot better than a regular school day.” I tried to keep the conversation going. She didn’t reply or look at me. “So I guess you’ll be in the middle school next fall. I guess that’s cool.” Ronnie just sat there and sighed again.

“Yeah. I guess.” she said after a few moments.

“I guess they have a real gym class there. You have to shower afterward and everything. I don’t know if I’d want to shower in front of a lot of girls I don’t know.”

“Yeah.” was her reply.

“Well, I wish you good luck. I mean, I think you’re okay. I didn’t mean to stick you with your nickname. I wish I could take it back. So I hope there’s no hard feelings.”

Then I stuck out my hand. She gave it a fast shake with her hand. I didn’t blame her. ‘Tater Tits” was a bad nickname to get stuck with.

“It’s okay, I guess.” Ronnie said rather sadly. “I gave you a hard time as much as I could. So I guess I kind of had it coming. No hard feelings.”

Then we shook again. We held the shake a little longer this time. We just sat there listening to the birds and watching the creek.

I got a funny feeling inside, sitting there with Ronnie. “Um, Ronnie?”

“Yeah. What?”

“I’d sort of like to do something for you. To make up for what I did.”

“Like what?”

“It’s kind of dirty.” I said giving her a shy smile.

Now she looked at me with a question in her eyes.

“Sex dirty?” She asked me.

I nodded my head “Yes”.

“Yeah. What would you do?” Ronnie asked with any real interest in her voice, for the first time in all this time we’d been sitting there.

“Well,” I took a deep breath and hoped she wouldn’t mock me, “I’d lick your pussy.”

She gave a soft gasp, looked shocked, then gave a little laugh while looking uncomfortable all in a matter of seconds.

“Bullshit!” she spat out. Then she gave a soft little laugh that I liked.

Ronnie scrunched her eyes up a little. She leaned closer to me and said, “Why, I bet you’ve no idea what you’re talking about, Twatson.”

“Do so!” was my comeback.

“Then tell me what you think it means,” Ronnie ordered.

I wondered for a second if Ronnie knew what it meant. I figured she must. She was a sixth grader after all. So I decided I’d be bold and said, “It means I want to take my tongue and run it in and out and up and down your twat.”

Then I stuck my tongue out briefly as an “I told you so.”

Ronnie laughed for real and said, “Hey kid. Keep that tongue out. Maybe I can use it.”

Her face got red and she giggled and looked away.

She looked back at me again and said, “Is this some sort of joke? What happens? You trick me in to pulling down my jeans then all your brat friends show up laughing. Right?”

I felt a little hurt but I understood just what she meant.

I said, “I understand. But I promise it’s not a trick and I really mean it.”

Ronnie looked around. We were plainly alone.

Ronnie gave me a smug smile and said, “Then prove it. You get naked first to show you’re not kidding.”

I untied the flannel shirt from around my waist. I pulled down my zipper and undid the button on my shorts. I pulled my t-shirt up. As the shirt reached my armpits Ronnie laughed and said, ”Holy shit. What are you, crazy?” and she pulled my t-shirt back down and looked around.

Then she added very seriously, “You’re not kidding are you?”

“Nope. I’ve done it before. I like doing it and I do it good.” I winked at her and said, “And I’m giving you a chance to find out.”

I watched her suck her bottom lip under her upper teeth and I wanted to kiss her.

“Okay, but not here. I have a place we can go.”

Then she looked around nervously and took my hand in hers. She led me out of the park and across the road where the storage garages were. We squeezed through the big chained gate. The asphalt was hot but felt good. Ronnie took me around the back. We stopped at a big overhead door. She took a key out of her jeans pocket. She undid the lock and put it in her pocket. She raised the door a few feet. She hunched under it and I followed her. She flicked a switch on the wall and a line of old long florescent lights came on.

The floor was piled high with boxes and furniture and lots of other stuff. Ronnie lowered the door to the floor and bolted it closed from inside. She took my hand and led me down a narrow aisle in the middle of the room. It was cool inside and there was a musty smell mixed with a dusty smell. At the very end of the aisle the room opened up into a small space. There was a couch and coffee table and old floor lamp. Ronnie turned the lamp on and sat on the couch.

I sat down too. She got up and reached behind an old mirror standing on the floor. She plunked a big box on the coffee table. Ronnie pulled out a bunch of magazines. Like Playboy and Penthouse. I eagerly picked one up and started to look through it.

“You like looking at girls?” Ronnie asked me.

“Yeah. Do you come here and rub off? This is cool.”

“Don’t tell anyone ever.”

“Golly, I won’t.” Then I crossed my heart to show I meant it.

“You do stuff with that Vietnamese girl you hang out with?”

“I do stuff with girls but I never tell anyone. Just like I’d never tell anyone about this.”

Ronnie looked at me, sizing me up somehow in someway. Then she brought a smaller box out of the other box. She opened it and brought out more magazines.

These were full of girls too. But not model grownup girls like in the other magazines. These had pictures of girls my age and Ronnie’s age. You know, like nine through twelve years old.

I opened one up. There were three girls who looked like they were wearing old clothes from the nineteen sixties or seventies. Except after I flipped a couple pages they weren’t wearing anything. Then they were having sex with each other.

I just sort of looked through them. They were so cool. I was having dirty daydreams then I heard a voice. It was Ronnie’s voice sounding a little funny.

“So you really gonna do what you said? I mean you don’t really have to. We could look at these and talk and play with ourselves if you want to. You don’t really have to take your clothes off if you don’t wanna.”

I showed Ronnie the picture I was looking at. A younger girl about my age licking an older girl’s pussy. I put the magazine down and stood up. I flung my flannel shirt on to the couch. I pulled my t-shirt up and off and tossed it at Ronnie. I pulled down my shorts and panties at the same time and took them off. I left my sneakers on because the floor was filthy concrete.

Ronnie’s eyes were wide and she said, “Holy shit, Twatson. I can’t believe you really got naked.”

I smiled and started to play with my pussy a little. Mostly to give her a good look at it.

“Um, Ronnie, I can’t really lick you through your pants. That’s a hint. Take off your jeans. Or do you want me to undress you?”

She smiled and took her jeans off. “I, uh, never did anything like this. What should I do?”

I said, “Just lay back and relax. I’ll do it all.”

I put my mouth right over her panties where her pussy was and blew heavy on her. She shivered. I pulled the crotch of her panties aside and looked at her pussy. It was cute. She had a sparse patch of pubes on her mound. I could see she was pretty wet there. I could smell a different kind of musky smell now. I began to lick her slowly. My tongue explored her pussy all over. I kept an eye on her face off and on. She looked like she was enjoying it.

Then I got busy on her. I liked getting her close to a come, backing off some and then getting her close again. She started saying all kinds of silly things.

Ronnie said, “Hey! I’m getting really close. Maybe you’d better move your face and let me rub off now.”

I took my mouth off her. I looked in her eyes and said, “I want you to come on my face. Just relax and come whenever you want.”

Then I pressed my tongue lightly on her clit and started the ABCs. She came real good. I got up on my knees and looked at her. She was all flushed red with a little shine of sweat on her face.

“Did you like it?” I asked her.

For the first time ever I saw her give a really nice smile. “Yeah. I really liked it. I never felt anything so good, ever.”

I reached out and started to pull her panties down. Ronnie laughed and said, “Hey! What’s the idea?”

“Well I’m almost bare naked. You could at least let me have a better look at you.” Then I yanked her panties down and off. Ronnie spread her long legs apart and let me have a good look.

“You like?” she asked me.

“I sure do.”

“I was thinking, Twatson. If you wanted to we could meet here off and on all summer. We could look at the dirty magazines and rub off. Or maybe we could do some more stuff like what you just did to me.”

“Yeah! I’d like that.” We sat around for awhile. There was some bottled water. She handed me one and I drank some then used the rest to wash off my face and hands. We got dressed and she walked me out of the building. I watched her lock it up. She offered me some bubblegum and I put it in my mouth. We walked back to the road and went our separate ways.

I skipped part of the way home. I saw Mom’s car in the driveway. There was an SUV parked behind her car. I’d never seen it before and wondered who was visiting. I made a last bubble with the gum while I tried to guess who it was and then spit my gum out in the grass.

I came in the side door and yelled out, “I’m home, Mom.”

I heard Mom’s voice, “We’re in the living room, Katy.” I wondered who was here. As I walked in to the living room I saw Aunt Billie and Aunt Sue. I ran over and gave Aunt Sue a huge hug.

Aunt Billie said, “What are me and your Mom, dirty laundry?” I gave Mom and Aunt Billie big hugs too. I found out the SUV was Aunt Sue’s new car.

“Did Sammie and Penny come with you?” I didn’t see them but hoped that at least Sammie had come along. My cousin was the first girl I’d ever fooled around with for real. That was way back at Christmas time.

“They’re waiting for you up in your bedroom.” Aunt Sue answered. “They didn’t want to hang around with us old ladies. You can go up and visit with them. But first how about a kiss for me.”

I stood in front of Aunt Sue. I figured all the secrets weren’t really secrets anymore so I gave her a long French kiss. Then I knew for sure there were no more secrets as Aunt Sue reached down my back and squeezed my butt.

“Thanks, Katy. That was very nice. Now run up and say ‘Hi’ to your cousins.” Aunt Sue said, as she gave a fast light smack on my butt as I headed for the bedroom stairs.

I couldn’t wait to see my sixteen-year-old cousin, Sammie, and her sister, seven-year-old Penny.

I got to the top of the stairs turned and stopped in my tracks. I had opened my mouth to say ‘‘Hi”. Instead my mouth just hung open with nothing coming out.

Sammie sat at my desk chair. The chair was facing away from the desk and toward me. Her long red hair was pushed back over her shoulders. I could see her boobs. They looked the same as at Christmas time except I thought they may have been just a little bigger than I remembered.

There she sat bare naked. Pinching my arm didn’t change anything, she was for real naked. I couldn’t see her patch of red pubic hair though. That was because blocking the view was the back of Penny’s head. Penny’s hair was so blonde it was almost white. She had it in a pony tail. Penny had nothing on except for white cotton panties with a floral design on them. I was noticing the light white short downy fuzz that covered most of her arms and some of her body. I could hear her licking Sammie’s pussy.

Sammie smiled at me and said, “We just couldn’t wait for you to get home.” Sammie looked down between her legs and said, “Penny, say hello to, Katy.”

Penny reluctantly began to turn her head. She had a long string of goo that went from Sammie’s pussy to the corner of her mouth. It broke as she turned her face more towards me.

“Hi, cousin Katy.” Penny said.

“Go give her a kiss.” Sammie instructed Penny. Penny got off her knees and walked over to me. She stood on her toes and I bent over some and Penny stuck her tongue in my mouth. I tasted Sammie’s pussy honey on her, and a huge wave of horny attacked me from the top of my spine to my pussy and down to my toes.

It was a long dirty kiss. After we stopped Sammie motioned to Penny to come back to her. Penny stood next to Sammie leaning against her left leg. Sammie reached across with her right hand and put it down the front of Penny’s panties. I could see her fingers and hand under the thin fabric moving around and Penny said, “Yeah. That’s nice.”

They both looked at me and Sammie said, “Take your t-shirt off for us.”

I pulled my shirt off and dropped it to the floor.

“Yeah.” Sammie said.

Sammie said to Penny, “I just love those cute tits. I think they got a little bigger, Katy. I just love your tight little body. That firm tummy and your cute little in out belly button.”

“Yeah, me too.” said Penny. Then she added, “Now undo your shorts, Katy.”

I undid the button on my denim cut offs and then slowly pulled the zipper down so they could see my blue cotton panties. I saw Penny squirm against Sammie. I saw more movement under Penny’s underpants.

“Fuck yeah!” Sammie said. “You’re the hottest nine year old I know, and my sexy little cousin to boot. I want you to leave on your sneakers and socks. But pull down your shorts and panties at the same time and take them off.”

I pushed my shorts and panties down and stepped out of them. I started to play with myself. I couldn’t help it. Sammie pulled her hand out of her little sister’s panties. Then she pushed the panties down her younger sister’s legs.

Now I was looking at Penny barenaked for the first time in person. I’d always loved the way she looked. There she was right in front of me without anything on.

Seeing the two sisters naked together made me rub my now very wet little slit even more.

“There’s something I owe you.” Sammie said to me. “Go and bend over your bed.”

I had butterflies in my tummy as I walked over to my bed, turned my back to my cousins and lay on my tummy with my feet on the floor. I was totally exposed to them. I looked over my shoulder. I saw myself in the mirror. My legs were spread. My pussy was all shiny and wet. You could almost see the opening to my pussy. You could almost see my butt hole too.

Penny and Sammie walked over to me. Penny started to gently play with my pussy.

Penny said, “Yeah, Sis. You weren’t kidding. The nicest ass I ever saw.”

I buried my face in my bedspread then I felt someone give my left butt cheek a not too hard smack. It was hard enough to make a noise and make my pussy have a sharp tingle. I turned my head to one side and gave a little moan.

“You like the way Penny’s playing with your pussy?” Sammie asked me.

I whimpered out, “Yeah.”

My head was spinning. I’d just licked Ronnie’s pussy not even an hour ago. It had left me real horny and then I’d had that hot kiss with Aunt Sue. Now my naked seven-year-old cousin was playing with my pussy which was on fire. And my sixteen-year-old cousin, who I adored, asked me how I was liking it.

“Yeah!” I said again. “I love it.” I felt another light smack on my other butt cheek.

“Now,” Sammie began in a soft shaky voice, “I’m going to do what I’ve been waiting to do since Christmas. What I’ve been waiting to do since you were five years old.”

“Cool.” I heard Penny say. “Sammie won’t stop talking about this.”

I thought back to Christmas. When me and Sammie had fooled around for the first time. I thought of the things we did and things we were going to do and didn’t get a chance.

Penny had worked a finger up my pussy and with her other hand managed to get under me and rub my clit.

It suddenly dawned on me. “Sammie? Are you going to…?”

Sammie interrupted me before I could finish the sentence. “That’s right, cousin. I’m gonna tongue fuck your hot little asshole.”

I looked over my shoulder again. I could see Sammie from the back in my dresser mirror. She was on the floor on her knees, the back of her head I could see was blocking a view of my butt. I looked over my other shoulder and saw Penny with a red face looking at me and smiling. Penny had me on the verge of coming.

Then I felt Sammie’s hot wet tongue lick around my butt hole. I felt it go from licking around my asshole to going in and out of IT.

I heard Penny say, “Yeah she’s really loving that, Sammie. Keep doing it.”

I tried to wiggle my hips but my cousins made it hard to move. What with one of them holding my ass cheeks and tongue fucking my butt hole while the other rubbed my clit and finger fucked my pussy.

I grabbed the bedspread with my hands and pressed my face against the bed and cried out, “Oh, golly! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!! I’m commmmmmming!”

Now somehow I bucked my hips around and then the next thing I knew I was laying on my bed between my two cousins. It took a long time before I could speak or feel my arms and legs.

Sammie said, “You really had a huge come, Katy. You okay now?”

I felt weak as a kitten but real happy.

“I love you guys.” was all I could say. They were both giving me little kisses. Where ever they felt like.

Sammie said, “This is just the beginning, Katy. The next couple days will wear you out.”

I was horny again already. I was about to ask her what she meant when Aunt Sue called up the stairs. “Girls, come down here now, please.”

We got up off the bed. I walked over and reached for my clothes. Sammie laughed and said, “Don’t bother.” We went down the stairs together. Sammie led me and Penny into my Mom’s bedroom.

Mom had some incense burning. The late afternoon sun was coming through her bedroom window. I stood still next to my smiling cousin Sammie. Penny was giggling and looking at me. I was looking at my Mom and my Aunt Billie and my Aunt Sue.

All three of them sitting on the side of my Mom’s big bed. They were all bare naked and had their legs spread apart. Of course I’d seen my Mom and Aunt Billie naked a billion times now. I’d never seen Aunt Sue naked in person. Just those DVDs of her with my Mom and Aunt Billie and Sammie and Penny.

Sammie said, “I get Aunt Carol first.” Then she stood in front of my Mom and they started to play with each other’s tits and boobs while kissing.

Aunt Billie wiggled a finger at Penny and said, “Come here.”

As soon as Penny was in front of  Aunt Billie, Penny grabbed a boob and started sucking a nipple while Aunt Billie began to feel up Penny’s ass.

I looked at Aunt Sue and swallowed hard. Her boobs were small and her nipples big and hard. She didn’t have any pubic hair. Her pussy lips are big and her clit almost looked like a tiny dick.

“Well, Katy,” Aunt Sue said, “Should we get to know each other a little better?” She patted the bed next to her and I walked over to her.

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Susie’s Diary, Chapter 13

  • Posted on June 14, 2018 at 10:45 am

by JetBoy

Monday 21st, February 1966

Me and Claire spent as much time as we could together at school today. I had to remember not to kiss her, or hold her hand around the other kids. But boy, I sure wanted to! I cant stop thinking about yesterday and how good it was.

I got really mad at that big dumbhead Amy Kloss, who is jealous about Claire being best friends with me instead of her. She came up to us while we were talking at recess and said really loud, You two are together so much, you must be in love! Then she did a big phony-baloney laugh.

I wanted to stomp on her foot, but it would of got me in trouble. So instead I gave her a dirty look that shut her up fast. No one thought she was funny any how. Amy just made a pouty face and clumped away.

Claire said, I hope I never get you mad enough to give ME a look like that!

I said, If I do just give me a kiss, and then I wont be mad any more, and we both laughed.

Now I want to finish telling about what happened last night after supper. Where I left off, we were up in Mommy’s room. Me and Mommy had no clothes on, and I was getting Claire out of hers.

First I unbuttoned her blue top, then I opened it up. She didnt have anything on underneath. Her nipples looked so cute and nice that I just HAD to bend down and lick them one time a piece. Claire did a little gasp and said, Oh, Susie, oh Susie. Her hands were opening and closing, like she didnt know what to do with them.

I wanted to suck more on Claire’s nipples. But I was sposed to be taking off her clothes, so I opened the button on her skirt and pulled the zipper down till the skirt fell around her feet, and I got on my knees and helped her step out of it.

Now Claire was standing there in nothing but her panties. I looked up at her, feeling so in love right then that I could cry. And Claire saw the love in my eyes too, I could tell cause of how she smiled at me. Then she put her hand on my shoulder and said very quiet, Go ahead Susie, take them off.

I took a hold of her panties with both hands and pulled them down really slow, getting her naked. My face was so close to her pussy that I could FEEL how hot she was down there. And oh my gosh, did she ever smell good!

I wanted to lick her right then, but I was also trying not to hurry. When Mommy and me talked yesterday about both of us making love to Claire, she told me the most important thing was, dont go too fast with her when its all three of us. She might be shy, and if your too pushy she might get scared.

So Claire stepped out of her panties and then, she was just as naked as me and Mommy. I stood up and gave her a nice soft kiss, then I put my arms around her and we hugged.

I wasnt sure what we should do next, so I looked at Mommy. She came over and touched Claire on the arm and said, My goodness Claire, you are so beautiful.

Claire blushed and said, Thank you. I could see how happy it made her.

I was just about to ask Mommy, What happens now? But before I could she smiled at me, then at Claire, and she said, I want to watch you girls make love.

That sure sounded good to me, so I took Claire’s hand and we went over to the big bed and got up on it. We lay down, both of us facing one another.

Claire was still holding my hand in both of hers, and she said, I am so in love with you Susie.

I said, Thats how I feel, Claire. I love you too, very very much!

Then we started to kiss. It got wild pretty fast, and then me and her were rolling around on the bed like we were fighting, only we were doing sex instead. Claire had her leg in between mine and my leg was between hers, rubbing each others pussies. All the time kissing.

We could see Mommy, she was leaning on her vanity, touching herself. That just got me even more excited, wanting to give her a good show. Claire was on top of me and I said to her, Lets lick one another!

She turned around so her pretty pussy was over my mouth. I had to stare at it for a second and then put both my arms around Claire’s bottom, pulling her closer till I could give her cunt a BIG kiss.

Then she was licking me and I was licking her, and just knowing Mommy was watching made it better than ever! Claire must of felt like that too, cause her pussy was really juicy, it was dripping down the sides of my face!

It was all so good that it didnt take me long to start coming. And holy cow, was it ever a big one! I was shaking so much that it was hard to keep kissing and licking Claire’s pussy. Some of what I did was just rub her with my mouth while I made lots of noise. That must of been enough, cause then she came too. But we kept going, as long as we could till the feelings got too big.

After that, me and Claire were laying by each other and breathing hard, holding hands. I was so happy right then, but things were about to be even better!

That was when Mommy got on the bed and lay next to Claire. She put a hand on Claire’s tummy and said, You two were beautiful together. Then Mommy bent down and kissed her neck, and she started to touch Claire, her hand was moving slow up and down her body.

When Mommy played with her nipples, Claire turned her face to Mommy and kissed her back, a little one. But pretty soon they were kissing for real. I could feel my heart going faster again while I watched them doing it, their tongues moving together like in a sexy dance.

Then Mommy moved back some and looked at me, she was smiling. She said, Mmm Susie, your pussy tastes really good.

That caught Claire by suprise, her eyes were huge! I guess she forgot that she was licking me right before she kissed Mommy. Then they started making out again, and Claire was getting even more excited, she reached out to Mommy and was touching her titties.

When I saw that I felt pretty sure Claire would be OK about me and my mother making love, which was a good thing cause it was REALLY hard to be around Mommy when she was naked and so close, and not kiss or touch her. But we needed to wait till we were really and truly sure.

Now Mommy was licking and licking Claire’s nipples. I wanted to have some fun too, so first I gave Claire a nice sexy kiss, then I decided to play some with her feet, which are really cute. It sounds kinda dumb, but Mommy told me some ladies like it a lot when you make love to their feet. She gets too tickleish for me to do it much to her, but I figured maybe Claire would like it.

When I moved down to the end of the bed and picked up her foot, Claire was too busy with Mommy to notice me much, but then I started to suck on her big toe and her eyes popped right open! She said, Oh God Susie, thats SO nice! So I guess Mommy was right.

I was licking all over those cute little toes while Mommy made out with Claire. They were sexy kissing, and then Mommy was kissing her neck and touching her all over, but not her pussy yet. I think she was doing that tease thing, trying to make Claire want it so bad she could scream.

Then Claire said, I want to make love to you now, Mom. Can I please? (Wow, it STILL makes me shiver inside just thinking about her calling my mother Mom. I dont know why, but it does.)

I guess I don’t even need to write down how much Mommy liked that idea! She sat up and smiled at Claire and said, Yes, sweetheart, you can do what ever you like to me.

Claire sure didn’t feel like waiting! Right then she got up on her knees in front of Mommy and kissed her. It was so exciting to see them holding each other tight with their titties pushing together with their tongues doing a sexy dance, and Claire sliding her hands down Mommy’s back and touching her bottom. I was getting all wet again and ready to do more, but I decided to just watch right then.

Pretty soon Claire got Mommy to lay down on her back, then she got on top of Mommy and kissed her some more. They had their legs apart, and I got a good look at their pussies really close together. They looked so sweet and juicy, I wanted right then to lick them both, but I didnt do it.

Claire started moving down Mommy, kissing and touching everywhere. She LOVED her titties, maybe cause they are so much bigger and nicer than mine. Any how she couldnt stop playing with them. Then she was sucking Mommy’s nipples.

It was too much for me to only watch, I had to touch my pussy. So I licked my fingers and put them between my legs and rubbed it, and it felt SO good! Claire was going lower on Mommy’s body, now kissing her tummy and licking it some, too.

Even though I had come just a little while ago, to see my girlfriend making love to my mother had me feeling like I was about to do it again. But I didnt want to yet, so I only touched myself a little bit.

I was so thrilled I wanted to jump up and down when Claire put her mouth into Mommy’s pussy hair and started to lick her. By then she wasnt being shy at all, and really went to town! She was making all kinds of slurpy noises, so I guess Mommy was pretty wet down there. She must of been excited too, cause Claire only got to lick her for about a minute, then she was coming, saying, Oh Claire, your mouth feels so good, dont stop licking me, dont stop!

And Claire didnt, she just kept right on going like Mommy’s pussy was the yummiest thing she ever tasted and she just HAD to have more and more of it. After a little while it got to be too much and Mommy begged for her to stop. I could tell Claire didnt want to, but she did anyway.

I had a good idea of something I wanted to do to Claire, and I waited for her to sit up from between Mommy’s legs. When she did that I moved over to her fast and gave her a BIG messy kiss, so I could get the flavor of Mommy’s cunt. I did too, cause it was all over her mouth. I could tell Claire was awful suprised, but she knew for sure what I was doing!

When I turned to look at Mommy I was licking my lips, I said Mmmm, you taste REALLY good, just like she did with me. Then she gave me her bedroom eyes, the look of hers that makes me feel all crazy and hot inside, and that was when I knew we were about to let Claire find out our big secret.

Mommy reached out for my hand and held it, then she said, My precious Susie, I love you.

She didnt say it the same way she does when we make love. It was different, it made my heart beat even faster. I thought maybe Mommy was saying the thing we werent suposed to feel about each other, that she was IN love with me. I still dont know for sure.

I took her hand up to my lips and gave it a kiss, then I looked in her eyes and said, I love you too.

Mommy reached out and put her arms around me, and we came together really slow until our lips were close, almost touching. And she kissed me. It was sweet and very soft, then her tongue was in my mouth.

That kiss felt so good, it almost made me forget about Claire. But I wanted to know what she was doing, so I took a look at her. She wasnt scared or upset at all, she was watching us like it was the neatest thing she had ever seen!

Then I knew that we had been worried when we didnt need to be. I knew Claire wouldnt tell any one about us, that me and Mommy were lovers.

It got me so excited, I grabbed Mommy around her tummy and we fell down on the bed together, me laying on top of her. I gave her one more sexy kiss and rubbed her titties some, and then I looked up at Claire. She was staring at us. Her hand was moving on her pussy.

I said, Come and play with us, Claire.

You should of seen how happy that made her! She lay down with Mommy and me, and then we started kissing, and that was when things REALLY got wild!

The funny thing was, that its sort of hard for me to tell about what we did after that. Everybody was making love to everybody, all three of us at the same time!

I remember some things. Like when Mommy and me were both licking Claire. I was laying on my back with Claire sitting on my face and my tongue was in her pussy, and Mommy was licking her bottom hole and rubbing my titties.

Also there was one fun part where Mommy and I were fucking, we were getting up close and rubbing our cunts together, and while we did that Claire was taking turns kissing both of us.

It was like a wild dream where everything good you want happens, and even better than you hoped!

After a while none of us could come any more, not even a little bit. So then we cuddled up together and rested some. But Claire couldnt rest for too long, cause you can bet she had lots of questions to ask me and Mommy.

But she didnt know how to start, she just went Um and Uh until Mommy said, Yes Claire, Susie and I have been making love. I told her she had to keep it a secret till we knew we could trust you.

Claire asked, So does that mean that you are both girlfriends?

I thought maybe she was feeling sort of jealous. So I put my arms round her and said, No, Mommy is still my mother and I love her lots, but YOU are my girlfriend.

She gave me a big hug back, then said, OK, now tell me all about you and your mom. Tell me everything!

So we gave her the whole story, about how Mommy and I started to do sex with each other, all the things she showed me about how to make love. We even told her about Aunt Evie, and that got her super excited!

Mommy smiled at me and said, I think Claire needs to meet Aunt Evie some time, dont you?

I told her that was a GREAT idea, and so did Claire.

We were all feeling pretty thirsty, so I ran down stairs and to the kitchen and got the big bottle of cold water out of the refrigarator, and took it up to Mommy’s room with some cups.

When I got back, Mommy and Claire were kissing again! We were still too wore out to make love, but we had fun just being together in bed with no clothes on.

It was loads of fun! We talked about all kinds of stuff, like school and TV and things we like to eat. Mommy told us more stories about her and Aunt Evie and the trouble they got into when they were my and Claire’s age. One time Mommy gave me a look and said, I better not hear about YOU doing any thing like that young lady, or you will be in hot water for sure! Me and Claire couldnt stop laughing.

Later I went and got my Chinese Checkers game out of my room and we played for a while. It isnt so easy to play a game with marbles on a bed with all three of us, but we did OK.

After we put the game away I started to kiss Claire, then Mommy kissed me and before too long we were making love again. It was really nice, we did it soft and slower than before with lots of kissing and touches.

Mommy showed us something new where we all lay down on our sides and licked each other at the same time. I think she told us it was called a flower chain. I was licking Mommy, she was doing it to Claire, and Claire licked me. Then Mommy got us to turn around and do it the other way, and we made love like that till we all came again.

After that we were getting hungry, so we decided to go down stairs to the kitchen and make something. Claire started to pick up her clothes to put them on, but Mommy said, You dont have to get dressed, we can just stay naked. Claire wasnt sure about that, but we told her all the curtans were closed and no one could see in.

There was still plenty of the beef tender loin left, so we sliced some of it up and made sandwiches. It made it lots more fun, eating with no clothes on! Mommy got some crumbs on one of her titties when she took a bite, and Claire said. Oh look Mom, you got something on you! She went over to where Mommy was sitting and licked the crumbs away, then she kissed her nipple.

I bet you can guess what happened then! Mommy pulled Claire on her lap and started to make out with her, they were giving each other big messy kisses. I just watched for a little bit, then I had to play too. So I got up and went to stand behind Mommy’s chair, and reached around to rub her beautiful big titties. I rubbed Claire’s some, too.

I saw Mommy reach down and start to play with Claire’s pussy, and Claire moved away from kissing and said, Oh oh oh oh! Her voice went up really high when she did that, and her eyes were huge. She took a few big breaths, then she moved close and kissed Mommy again, even harder than before.

Then Claire put her hand down under Mommy’s belly and was touching HER pussy! It was something to see, both of them making each other feel good.

I wanted to help, so I was moving around them and touching their bodies, the parts that I could reach any how. I saw that Claire was leaning up from her chair cause she was kissing Mommy so I reached down to feel her bottom, and I got my finger inside to rub her bottom hole. And that made her come! Well OK, Mommy really made her come, but I helped!

When Claire got her breath back, Mommy took her fingers and put them where her clit was and said, Touch me here sweetheart. She did and it didnt take long at all until Mommy was coming too, saying, Oh my sweet Claire, I love you! When she came, I was kissing her neck and both my arms were around her.

Then Mommy and Claire gave each other a hug, and they both turned and looked at me. I felt all hot down deep in my belly when they did that, cause I knew they were gonna do something to me, something REALLY great!

But what Mommy did then sure wasnt what I thought. She started cleaning the table off! There was just our cups and Mommy’s glass and the milk bottle and some paper towels we used to eat our sandwiches on. Any way, she took all of the stuff and set it by the sink. I was just standing there like a big dummy thinking what on earth is she doing?

Then Mommy smiled at me and patted the table. She said, Hop up here and lay down, Susie. Claire and I are going to have you for dessert!

Oh my GOSH, that got me so excited! It seemed like such a nasty thing, to do sex with me on the table where we eat supper every day. Mommy has the best ideas!

I didnt say anything, just smiled and got up on a chair, then sat down on the top of the table. It was cool and smooth on my bottom. I looked at Claire, she was licking her lips like I really WAS dessert.

Mommy said, Scoot close to the edge, then grab your legs and pull them up to your chest and hold them there. Let us see that pretty pussy, Susie.

I did as she said, trying to keep my legs far apart to let Mommy and Claire see everything. I felt so naughty and bad doing that, I loved it! I wanted to be even more naughty, SUPER naughty.

So I said, Mommy, are you gonna fuck me now? Do you want to play with my cunt, Claire?

It almost made me laugh when Claire’s mouth fell open, she was shocked! I never said bad words like that to her before, not THAT bad any how. She looked at Mommy like she expected her to smack my bottom for saying it.

But Mommy just smiled at me and said in her sexy voice, You wicked little minx. Yes, we are going to lick your cunt and your ass hole. Isnt that right, Claire?

Claire said, This is so wild, its so crazy! But more like she was talking to herself. Then she looked up at Mommy and said, Yeah, lets lick her good! She was giggling.

Then Mommy bent down and gave me a kiss that made me feel warm all over. She whispered, Sweet Susie, lie back close your eyes and enjoy this. We are going to send you to the moon!

I kinda wanted to watch them lick me, but it would of make my neck sore to look up. So I shut my eyes like Mommy said to.

Right away I felt a hot tongue moving over my pussy, going up and down, and I knew that was Claire. She was leaning over my leg and licking me from the side.

Then I felt Mommy’s face down low between my legs, and she was licking my bottom hole.

Oh golly, it was amazing! I knew what it was like to get licked in both those places, but never at the same time! It felt better than just about anything. Not just what Mommy and Claire were doing to me, it was also that they were lovers now too!

When I was thinking that, they both stopped licking and kissed each other. I couldnt see it, but I sure could hear, it was a big messy kiss and they were going Mmm mmm, like they were eating some thing yummy. Which I guess they were, ha ha!

Any way it got me really excited, that Claire and Mommy were sharing how my cunt and my bottom tasted. It was almost as good as when they were still licking me. Then they WERE doing it to me again, and this time Mommy was sucking on my clit.

Even though I was ready for it when Mommy told me to get up on the table, I wasnt sure I could come again, cause I already did three times when we were upstairs in bed. But Mommy is so great at making love, she always knows how to make the good feelings happen, and then I did come and it was the BEST! I was making a lot of noise but I didnt care.

The next thing, I was lying there on the table breathing hard, my arms were pretty sore and I was really wet between my legs. Probably there was a puddle on the table but I was too tired to sit up and look.

Then Mommy picked me up and carried me over to the sofa, and when she lay me down on it my head was in Claire’s lap. She giggled and said, Hey there Susie, then gave me a kiss. Mommy gave me one too, then she kissed Claire and we all got into a big hug together.

While we were hugging, all of a sudden I did a BIG yawn. I was embarased and excused my self, but Mommy just laughed and said, You should be yawning sweety, its late.

I looked up at the clock and oh my GOSH, she was right, it was nearly eleven! We had so much fun, I guess the time just flew by.

Any how, we were all pretty tired, so we were gonna go to bed. I thought me and Claire would sleep in my room like when ever she stays over, but Mommy smiled and said, No, everyone sleeps in MY bed tonight!

Of course Claire thought that was the best idea, and so did I. Then Mommy said, We are all sweaty and we smell like pussy. So before we go to bed we can all use the big shower and wash each other off.

I was jumping up and down! When Mommy got her bathroom put in she ordered a HUGE shower. Daddy was kind of grumpy about how much it cost, but he always lets Mommy have what she wants. She says its cause he feels bad about being away from home so much on his job.

I have my own shower but its little. Mommy’s is so big that there is plenty of room for us all!

When Claire saw it she said, WOW! We were all still naked so we didnt need to take off any clothes, Mommy got us towels and she turned on the water and we got in.

It was so much fun getting our hands soapy and washing one another. We didnt really make love, we just kissed a lot and touched each other all over. Then we rinsed off and got out and dried our selves and got ready for bed, we took turns brushing our teeth and using the toilet.

Mommy’s bed was a big mess from all the sex stuff we did on it. So we had to fix it up first before we got in and snuggled up close. Since Claire was our guest we let her be in the middle between me and Mommy. We all gave each other kisses and said I love you, then Mommy turned out the light.

My head had so much to think about that I was sure I would be awake all night, but actualy I fell asleep right away. I cant remember if I dreamed any thing, but if I did I bet it was nice.

I have to turn out the light soon, so there isnt much time for me to write about the next day. Theres not much to tell any how. Claire promised her mother that she would go straight home after breakfast and do her homework, but all three of us did get to cuddle some.

Claire told us she had the best time EVER, and she cant wait until we can do it again! Also, she is super excited about meeting Aunt Evie. I bet Evie will take one look at Claire and want to gobble her right up.

After she left me and Mommy had to clean up before Daddy got home. Mostly we had to wash the sheets cause they smelled really strong like sex.

I was glad to see Daddy, he was gone almost the whole week. We had a yummy supper with roast chicken, and Daddy brought me back a nice pen and pencil set. He said it was for school, but I like it so much I want to keep it at home.

What a amazing weekend! I am SO SO SO happy, its like walking on a big puffy cloud! I got to share both my mother and my girlfreind with each other, and Claire doesnt mind me and Mommy being lovers, in fact she thinks its great!

OK, Mommy just came in and said that I need to finish this right now and go to sleep. But she also said that after Daddy leaves for work tomorrow she will come and get in bed with me, and we can make love before I get up and go to school. I cant wait for that!

Lights out, good night, sleep tight!

*****

Dear Readers, I do intend to continue this story at some point, honestly — but this seems like a good place for me to take a extended break from writing it.  Believe me, this kind of prose is much more time-consuming to set down in print than you might think, and I have several other major story projects for Juicy Secrets that have been idle for far too long.

That said, I do have some ideas simmering in my cerebellum for future installments, so rest assured that Susie’s saga is far from over.

Love always, JetBoy

 

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Daria’s Dreams – Chapter 2

  • Posted on June 10, 2018 at 10:04 am

by Jojo Starr

Two more weeks went by and Daria had several more dreams about Miley. Each time, she knew very clearly who she was with, and it excited her beyond belief. The dreams got progressively more intense as gentle kissing soon progressed to full-on making out. Daria put her hands on her sister’s body in the dreams, which brought her to even newer and more thrilling heights. Sometimes she woke up panting in a sweat, completely flushed and thoroughly aroused, but most of the time she came in her sleep, waking up in the blissful afterglow of her orgasm.

Daria had never felt such thrilling and wonderful sensations in her whole life, but as soon as she was fully awake, she always felt terribly guilty about her dreams. She couldn’t quite reconcile the fact that she felt this way while thinking about her sister, and it drove her crazy.

Every time she woke up she would look across the room at the soft, sleeping form of her little sister, that perfect, wonderful person who she cared about more than anyone else, and she would feel terrible. Miley didn’t deserve this, she thought. She didn’t deserve an older sister who thought about her that way.

Daria couldn’t stop herself from wondering what would happen if Miley ever found out about her dreams. Would she hate her? Never talk to her again? Daria couldn’t bear the thought.

But still, the dreams persisted, so much so that they were beginning to affect Daria’s waking thoughts. Every now and then, Daria would catch herself looking at her sister and feel something wonderful stirring deep inside her, just like she felt in her dreams. It was so conflicting for her. She knew it was wrong to feel those things, but they made her feel so wonderful inside and a part of her didn’t want them to go away.

Lately, she was afraid that part of her was growing stronger and stronger. It was getting to the point where she was getting ready for bed and actually began to wish for the dreams to come back that night. There was simply nothing like them.

Besides, they were getting better and better and she was growing excited to do more with her sister in her dreams. She wanted it to progress beyond kissing and touching – just to see what else they might do.

And then, one night, she got her wish.

She was in the house – in the living room – and got that familiar tingly feeling and swimming sensation in her stomach. Somehow, she knew Miley was nearby. She went to Miley’s room and opened the door. Her heart pounded as she saw her sister and Miley grinned widely, happy to see her.

She felt herself flush with arousal from head to toe and somehow knew Miley was feeling it too. Miley stood up and they started walking towards each other, feeling their arousal increase with each step. Daria wanted her so bad, her entire body ached.

Then, suddenly, they were embracing and kissing passionately. Daria felt a fire burning in her belly, hot and growing hotter by the second. She felt her sister’s body pressing tight against her and felt her sex ache with need.

Their kissing grew heavier and their hands began to roam over each other’s bodies. Daria felt the ache throbbing and growing stronger. Suddenly an instinct took over and she began grinding her hips into her sister’s to try and alleviate the ache. The knowledge that she was pushing and grinding her private parts against her sister thrilled her. It only increased her passion and she began to grind harder.

Miley took her in her arms and pulled her back onto the bed. Daria found herself on top of her sister, her body pressing tightly into her sister. She ground her hips again and Miley began pulling her tighter against her. Daria felt her passion rise higher than ever before and she knew she had to keep grinding.

Her sister’s body felt so exquisite, so soft and delicate beneath her, it was giving her everything she needed. She began to pump her hips hard and tight against Miley’s body and the feeling was so incredible she began to groan out loud.

Everything was hot and intense and Daria knew she was going to have an orgasm – an incredibly powerful one. She was in her sister’s arms and Miley wanted her there.

She thrust and ground, and suddenly her body erupted in the most powerful climax she’d ever experienced. She kept thrusting and pumping into her sister and then the unthinkable happened – she had another orgasm on TOP of the first one! It was beyond anything she’d ever felt.

She kept humping and thrusting, and suddenly a THIRD orgasm wracked her body. She was panting hot and heavy, barely believing what was happening to her. It was all due to her incredibly beautiful, amazing little sister and she found herself crying out her name over and over.

When she woke up, her body was covered in a sheen of sweat and she was panting hotter and heavier than she ever had before. She also felt an exquisite bliss enveloping her entire body that put her in such a calming state, she didn’t care about anything right then. Not feeling guilty, not worrying about her desires, just bliss.

***

What Daria was completely unaware of was that Miley was awake. In fact, Miley had woken up a few times in the past to the sounds of heavy panting from her sister. At first she was worried, but it wasn’t long before she figured out what was happening to her sister. She was having an erotic dream. It was the only explanation.

Miley began to wonder if Daria had a boyfriend at school, or if there was someone she liked that she wasn’t telling her about. It was a little weird to hear her sister panting so heavily, but she knew Daria was asleep and didn’t want to disturb her or embarrass her sister by waking her up.

In fact, there was a small part of Miley that was a little jealous. It seemed that whatever was happening to Daria, she was really enjoying it and Miley wondered what it felt like. Daria almost always woke up afterwards, though, and Miley did her best to pretend she was still sleeping. Usually Daria fell right back asleep, but other times she seemed to stay awake, tossing and turning.

Those nights were frustrating for Miley because she couldn’t sleep either. She just lay awake wondering what Daria had just experienced and what had led to it.

But tonight was different, very, very different. Miley woke up to the sounds of her sister panting heavily and knew it was happening again. She started to listen carefully for any clues of what Daria’s dreams might be about. She couldn’t help herself feeling curious. It just seemed so powerful and intense, whatever it was Daria was feeling.

But tonight, Daria was making more sounds than heavy breathing. As Miley listened, she started to hear the sounds of sheets rustling in a kind of rhythmic pattern. After a few seconds, the rustling got louder and the rhythm started to get heavier and faster. Daria was very clearly moving her body around in some kind of thrusting or humping manner.

Miley was shocked by this at first, and then her heart started to pound. She realized she was eavesdropping on something very personal. Maybe her sister was actually… having sex in her dream! The thought was strange, but kind of thrilling for Miley. She had never had sex before, but had heard about it and was mildly curious about it. And now, from what she was hearing from her sister, it sounded pretty intense!

Miley continued to listen and could now hear Daria making little squealing and grunting noises. If this wasn’t sex, Miley didn’t know what it was. Her heart pounded faster and her body started to tingle all over. This was more thrilling than she thought!

The sheets were rustling heavier and Daria was clearly thrusting her hips more rapidly, against the bed or the sheets or something nearby. And then Miley started to hear sounds like, “Oh! Oh God!” Miley’s eyes opened wide and her heart pounded even faster. Was Daria about to… climax?? The thought was terribly thrilling for Miley. She knew this was something she shouldn’t be hearing, but she couldn’t stop herself. It sounded too exciting.

She strained her ears and could hear more grunting and panting. Then Daria started mewling something soft and inaudible. Miley strained her ears and listened harder. Then, gradually, the sounds got louder: “Oh… Oh God… Muh… Muh… Miley! Oh God, Miley! UNNGH! NNNFFF! UHHNNNFF!” And then silence.

Miley lay completely still with her eyes open wide. There was no mistaking what she heard. It was loud and clear as day. Daria, her own sister, had called out her name during what was very clearly an erotic dream, and even more shocking – at the climax!

What did that mean?? Miley wracked her mind for anything other than the obvious explanation. But no matter how hard she tried, she could only come to one conclusion – that Daria had an erotic dream about her. Somehow, on some level, Daria was sexually attracted to her.

The thought made her queasy and her heart pounded in shock. This most definitely wasn’t normal. But, was it… wrong? The more Miley thought about it, the more she realized it was only a dream. Daria hadn’t ever done anything that remotely suggested she was attracted to her in real life, so really she hadn’t done anything wrong. These dreams were all in her subconscious, so she really couldn’t control them anyway.

What if she hated these dreams? What if she felt awful about them? Miley suddenly started to feel tremendous sympathy for her sister. Come to think of it, Daria had been acting a little strangely around her lately, and was quieter than usual. Maybe these dreams were really getting to her and she really felt terrible about them. Miley suddenly wished there was something she could do to help her sister.

But there was something else, too, something beyond all that. The longer Miley stayed awake and the more she kept thinking, she couldn’t help but replay the sounds she heard her sister making during her dream. They had ignited something in Miley – a curiosity, yes, but also something more.

Miley felt strange about admitting it to herself, but somehow it was absolutely thrilling listening to her sister make those sounds. They were so primal and uninhibited, so raw and direct, so… pure. There was no concealing, no subduing, no beating around the bush. That was what Daria sounded like when she was incredibly aroused and in the throes of orgasm. And it was strangely exciting to hear. It was almost… well, it was… kind of beautiful.

Miley knew she shouldn’t be thinking things like that, but she couldn’t help herself. Besides, they were her own private thoughts, and apparently Daria had some pretty dirty private thoughts of her own!

But there was also something else… something Miley felt immediately in the moment, but dismissed and didn’t come back to it until quite a bit later as she lay in bed, running thoughts through her mind. It happened the moment Daria called out her name, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. It was certainly shocking, yes, but there was something more. What was it? Curiosity? No, it was something more than that… something closer to… flattery? Yes, she almost felt flattered, she realized.

Miley had never given sex much thought, much less considered herself sexually attractive. She simply didn’t think about such things. But here was a case of someone very clearly sexually excited by her, which was strangely thrilling. It was just too bad that person happened to be her sister. Or was it?

Miley had always felt incredibly close to her sister. She loved her more than anything in the world and felt Daria was the one person she knew who truly understood her. She looked up to Daria in so many ways and modelled so much of her life and personality after her. She had always wished she could be just like her sister. Daria was so smart and so beautiful and so dedicated to school and life and anything she put her mind to. She was nothing short of an inspiration to Miley.

And maybe this was part of the reason Miley didn’t feel quite so disgusted or put-off by what she heard, as maybe other girls would if they heard their sisters say that. To Miley, Daria was perfect. And while this was definitely a strange and unexpected development, Miley found it hard to fault her sister too much. The connection between them was simply too strong.

Over the next few days, Miley took it in her stride and treated her sister as if nothing had happened, interacting with her as she always had. She definitely noticed Daria acting a little more strange and distant, but this time she knew why. It frustrated Miley because she hated to see her sister so conflicted. Miley couldn’t imagine what Daria must be going through. It had to be incredibly difficult.

Strangely, Miley began to realize that, rather than freaking her out and creating division between them, that little incident that night had actually caused Miley to feel more even more sympathy and compassion for her sister, bringing them even closer together, at least in her mind.

She felt like she understood Daria better. She knew one of her deepest, most private secrets and truly felt for her. Maybe it was because Daria’s secret was about her and Miley felt strangely flattered by it, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that Miley felt closer to her sister than ever before.

***

Miley found herself staring at her sister in the bathroom. She didn’t know how long she had been doing it, but she couldn’t pull her eyes away. Daria was looking in the mirror, getting herself ready. Doing her hair, making herself look pretty. And she did look pretty. Unbelievably so.

Miley thought she looked gorgeous. She loved looking at Daria. It gave her a wonderful, warm feeling inside, a feeling that was only growing warmer by the second.

And then, Daria turned and looked at her. Miley felt a strange jolt of energy rush through her and her body gave a sort of little shudder. They held eye contact and Miley felt that warm feeling growing hotter and hotter.

There was something about the way Daria was looking at her… something different. Something that made Miley’s heart pound and her knees weak. She had never seen Daria look at her this way before… or had she? She couldn’t remember. All she knew was that her stomach was tying itself in knots and her heart was pounding faster.

And then, Daria started to move towards her. She was moving almost in slow motion and Miley was fixed on every single little detail of her sister’s body. She was moving so slowly and so fluidly, it had a hypnotizing effect on Miley.

Miley knew she was going to approach her, and her heart pounded like never before. She just knew Daria was going to do something – something that made her even weaker than she already was.

Daria walked right up to her and stood right in front of her – inches away. Miley could feel her sister’s heat, her sister’s energy. It was intoxicating. They had never stood so close before. It was scary, but also terribly exciting.

There was something between them – something Miley felt almost tangibly. It was so strong and powerful she couldn’t move. She was simply frozen in place, staring up into Daria’s eyes… Daria’s beautiful, hypnotic eyes.

And then, suddenly, she felt Daria’s warm, soft hands on hers. Miley felt Daria take her hands into her own as they continued gazing into each other’s eyes. It meant something. Something thrilling. Daria’s heat was radiating against her. Miley could feel it and it warmed her.

Then Daria took Miley’s hands and pulled her to the side. Miley knew Daria was pulling her toward the bed.

Daria lay on the bed and Miley laid down next to her. Somehow, Miley knew what was happening. And she wanted it. More than anything. She wanted Daria to show her, to show her what to do.

Daria moved a hand up and brushed a strand of hair out of Miley’s face, gently tucking it behind her ear. Miley thought it was the most beautiful, sweetest gesture and she felt her heart pound even faster. They were getting closer, Miley could feel it. They were right in front of each other, inches apart, looking into each other’s eyes. Miley looked down at her sister’s mouth, saw her lips part slightly. Miley felt a thrill rush through her like she’d never felt before. And then Daria leaned in, closer… closer…

Miley awoke with a gasp, her heart pounding rapidly, her entire body tingling with a thrilling rush. What had just happened? Was it all a dream? No! NO! Miley closed her eyes, desperately wishing it to continue. She thought hard, her brain working desperately to recover the elements and details of the dream. But it was fading. NO, thought Miley. No, no, NO! She tried again but was unable to hold on. She opened her eyes and sighed in frustration.

As she gradually accepted the fact that she was awake and wasn’t going back to sleep any time soon, she began to let her mind clear up a bit. She realized she had been dreaming. She knew the dream was about Daria. And she knew that she was feeling powerful and compelling urges toward her sister… sexual urges. There was no denying it. She had an erotic dream about Daria.

She suddenly realized this is what Daria was going through. She was feeling the exact same things that Miley was feeling right now. Oh, it was so thrilling! So wonderful! And so intense! She suddenly felt closer to her sister than ever before. She had now had the same experience as Daria.

Miley’s heart practically melted in her chest. She suddenly had the urge to tell Daria all about this. About her dream, how powerful it was, how she knew Daria had the same dreams, and that would solve everything. That would bring them even closer together and there would be no more secrets. There might even be… something more between them. Could there? Could it be possible?

And then Miley shook her head. She was being completely ridiculous. Of course, that could never happen. Sisters weren’t supposed to feel these things, let alone act on them. That was absurd! Daria would probably tell her she was a freak for even thinking such things! Miley’s heart sank. She didn’t know what she was thinking.

Still, she knew Daria had these dreams. And now she’d had one too. As she shifted around in her bed, she felt a strange sensation.

She put her hand between her legs and was shocked to discover a wet spot on the front of her panties. That had certainly never happened before! She slipped a finger inside the crotch and could feel that her entire vulva was coated in this wetness. She wiped some of it off, then brought her finger up to her nose. It was a faint musky, slightly bitter aroma. So this is what female arousal smells like, she thought. She wondered if Daria smelled the same way when she got aroused.

And then something hit her. She remembered a few weeks ago when Daria had gotten out of bed, the entire front of her panties were covered in a dark wet spot. It was impossible to miss. But Daria acted as if everything was normal – at least at first, so Miley didn’t say anything.

She thought maybe Daria had an ‘accident’ in bed, but now she realized she probably had one of these dreams. That was her AROUSAL that Miley had seen on the front of her panties! Miley gasped at the realization and a fantastic thrill rushed through her, making her shudder.

She looked over at her sister’s form lying under the covers across the room. Daria was clearly asleep, but Miley felt a strange, powerful connection with her sister right then. She began to wonder why she hadn’t seen any more signs of that on her sister’s panties – it was just that one night. And then it slowly dawned on her that Daria must have been aware of it and was probably being more careful from that point on.

But there still must have been evidence. Her panties must be somewhere and they must have her wetness in them.

Miley lay awake, letting these thoughts run through her head. She bit her lip, wondering if there was a way to find out if Daria was still wetting her panties with her arousal. The more Miley thought about it, the more excited she became and the more she resolved to actually find out for herself.

There was something in her… some need to confirm that her sister was still doing this. She knew it was potentially dangerous, but she just had to find out.

***

It turned out Miley didn’t have to wait long. The very next night, Miley could barely sleep, just lying awake thinking about these things. She heard Daria fall asleep and continued to stay awake for some time. She didn’t know whether she had dozed off or not, but at some point in the night, her eyes popped open as she heard the sounds of rustling.

Her heart immediately began to beat quickly and adrenaline began to rush through her body. Was Daria having another one of her dreams? Miley listened intently, keeping her body as still as possible. She listened to her sister twitch and roll around for a minute or so, and then she thought she could faintly hear Daria’s breathing pick up slightly. In almost no time it was clear that Daria was panting.

Miley’s heart pounded in her chest. Daria was definitely having an erotic dream. There was no doubt about it. Less than a minute later she was whimpering and making that rhythmic thrusting movement again.

Miley turned her head carefully. She wanted to watch. As she focused her eyes, she could make out the form of her sister under her bedsheet. She was facing toward the wall, but her form was clearly outlined by the thin sheet.

Miley could see Daria’s hips thrusting, bucking in her sleep. Miley felt her entire body hot with arousal as she watched. Every sound Daria made thrilled Miley like crazy. Her sounds were so sexy, so erotic, so… hot with passion. Miley felt every nerve in her body on fire as she contemplated the possibility that her sister was dreaming about her again. And then, she heard it.

“Oh… Oh Miley! Ye – Uh! Mmph!”

Her name, Miley, coming from her sister’s passionate, breathy voice. Miley’s eyelids fluttered closed and her breathing increased. She was getting so hot. And then, a few more squeals from her sister, and it was quiet.

Miley silently cursed. It was over way too quickly. She quickly closed her eyes and listened as Daria’s breathing slowed, and heard her turn over. She was awake.

Miley dared not make a single move. Miley desperately wished it would have gone on just a little bit longer. But it didn’t. And now she was stuck waiting.

She heard Daria sigh in frustration, then toss and turn for a while. Miley had no concept of time and didn’t know how late it was or how long she had been listening. All she knew was that there was no way she was going back to sleep.

She just lay there, replaying the events over and over again in her head. Daria’s heavy panting, the form of her body… her gently thrusting hips, her squeals, calling out her sister’s name in the heat of the moment. Miley had never felt so thrilled and turned on in her life. But she couldn’t do anything about it, which also meant she had never been so frustrated before.

The rest of the night was a blur. She was surprised when her alarm rang. It had felt like only a few minutes had gone by, yet at the same time, it felt like hours had passed.

Miley was suddenly wide awake, her body instantly filled with adrenaline and purpose. She thought quickly. She figured she should keep the routine exactly the same so Daria wouldn’t suspect anything. So she got up first, heading to the bathroom to pee and brush her teeth. She realized this is when Daria must be changing. Her heart pounded with anticipation of what she would do when she came out of the bathroom.

After she was done, she walked out of the bathroom, saying “Hi,” to her sister as casually as possible. As usual, Daria seemed a little flustered, muttered a “Hi,”  and headed to the bathroom.

Miley tried to be as casual as possible as she snuck a peek down at her sister’s crotch. She didn’t really get a good look, but as far as she could tell there was no wet spot, which meant Daria had already changed.

As soon as Daria closed the door to the bathroom, Miley tip-toed to the hamper, her heart pounding like crazy. She quietly lifted the lid and her heart skipped as she saw a rumpled pair of panties right on top that weren’t hers. She bit her lip and reached down to touch them. They were warm!

Every nerve in her body trembled with excitement as she picked them up and carefully began to examine them. Immediately she saw that the crotch was wet. Very wet. Her breathing grew shallower and her heart beat even faster. She turned the crotch panel inside out and was shocked to find a considerable amount of slimy, slightly creamy fluid smeared across the inside. Her knees grew weak. This was her sister’s arousal. Gingerly, she took her index finger and wiped up some of it. It was thicker and slimier than hers. She brought it to her nose and it had a similar smell to her own, but with clearly distinct characteristics that belonged just to Daria.

Her entire body tingled with an intense desire and arousal she hadn’t quite expected. She suddenly had powerful urges that shocked and surprised her. She brought her sister’s panties closer to her nose and inhaled. The arousal only got stronger. She suddenly began to wonder what it tasted like. She felt a heavy burning between her legs and had an incredible desire to touch herself, to alleviate that itch. But could she do that while Daria was still in the bathroom?

Suddenly she heard the toilet flush. Daria would be out soon. In a flash, she closed the lid of the hamper and took her sister’s panties, quickly sliding them under her pillow. They would have to wait for later. She tried to look and act as normal as possible as Daria came out of the bathroom, but she doubted she was doing a very good job.

***

All day long, Miley kept thinking about her sister’s panties under her pillow. How she longed to look at them again. Would her sister’s fluids still be on them or would they have dried up? Would they still smell like they did that morning? She couldn’t wait to find out the answers to these questions. But she knew she wouldn’t be able to get to them after school – Daria usually went into their room to do homework. They would have to wait until that evening after Daria fell asleep. And that was incredibly frustrating for Miley.

The entire day had been one long wait for Miley. And, of course, that night, as the girls were getting ready for bed, Miley wasn’t the least bit tired. In fact, she’d never been so excited and energized in her life.

When they settled in bed and the lights were out, Miley knew she would have to wait until Daria was asleep, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t keep herself excited until then. She carefully slipped her hand under her pillow and felt around until she felt her sister’s panties.

Her heart beat quickly in her chest as she slid them around between her fingers. She very carefully felt every single inch of them and could clearly tell where the crotch was because it was still ever so slightly damp. That thrilled Miley like crazy and caused her to squeeze her legs together tightly. Miley lay like this for a long time, just letting the anticipation build as she waited for her sister to fall asleep.

It seemed like forever until Daria finally did fall asleep, but Miley was careful, waiting until she heard her sister’s soft, rhythmic breathing. Once she was sure Daria was asleep, her heart began beating quickly again as her excitement grew.

Very slowly, she began to pull her sister’s panties out from underneath her pillow. She held them to her face and began to sniff them, feeling her entire body grow incredibly aroused as she contemplated the fact that this smell was her sister’s arousal.

Immediately she squeezed her legs together, feeling her entire body tingle. She felt a heavy throbbing between her legs and squeezed her legs together harder, rocking her hips slightly. This felt good, but not good enough.

She rolled onto her stomach and pressed her hips against her mattress. She sighed deeply, her sister’s panties still against her face. This felt better. Much better. She began grinding her hips around on the mattress, breathing in her sister’s scent over and over. Such wonderful, incredible things were happening to her young body, thrilling her like crazy.

As she ground her hips around, her head kept pushing into her pillow – a minor annoyance. Then, suddenly, she had an idea. She looked over at Daria, making sure she was still asleep. Satisfied that she was, Miley carefully took her pillow and slid it down, pulling it next to her. She then rolled her hips to one side and stuffed her pillow between herself and the bed. When she rolled back onto it, her eyes rolled back in her head. Yes! This was IT!

She pushed her hips into the pillow and her jaw dropped open. She couldn’t believe how good it felt. She placed her sister’s panties on the bed in front of her face so she could lean down and sniff them whenever she wanted. She began grinding her hips into the pillow and her eyelids fluttered closed as she gasped in pleasure.

Miley pictured Daria in bed, bucking her hips, panting, crying out Miley’s name, getting her panties wet with her fluids. Miley bit her lip to keep from crying out and leaned down to press her nose against her sister’s panties. She breathed them in over and over, grinding her hips harder and tighter into her pillow.

The pleasure was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. It was intense beyond her wildest dreams. She pumped her hips harder and pictured her sister having an orgasm.

“MMPH!” she squealed and suddenly everything in her body exploded. A pleasure she’d never known seized her, so intense that her entire body froze up, causing her to tremble over and over. It was so powerful and so wonderful and so incredible, she bore down hard against her pillow, desperate to prolong this sensation as long as she could.

She held the image of her beautiful sister in her head, panting and trembling in her own orgasm, thinking of Daria. It was so powerful, Miley came a second time, her entire body shuddering over and over, her nostrils filled with the scent of her sister’s sex. She had no idea anything could feel so incredible.

When it was over, Miley could barely move. She just lay limply on her bed, panting heavily. She felt a heavy bliss settle over her and her eyelids quickly got very heavy.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew she couldn’t stay like this. Mustering all her strength, she rolled her hips to the side, pulled the pillow out from under her, and threw it back at the head of her bed, covering her sister’s panties with it. She plopped her head on the pillow, closed her eyes, and fell into a wonderful, incredibly deep sleep.

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An Unlikely Romance – Chapter 1

  • Posted on June 8, 2018 at 10:43 am

By: Girl Lover

This story was sent to us by Girl Lover. We liked it but felt the sex scenes especially could use some “punching up,” as we say in the writing business. She admitted that she had a difficult time with this story and was happy to receive an assist from Juicy Secrets’ own Cheryl Taggert. Cheryl also provided editing of the original text of the story. Ninety-five percent of this story was written by Girl Lover, so she gets credit, with a nod to Cheryl for her added material.   –The Juicy Secrets Staff

Ten-year-old Akiko stood on the edge of the football field of McCallum Middle-High School, a combination middle school and high school, in the early morning. The air was still cool, though in a few hours the hot Texas sun would bake everything, as a chorus of noises filled the air from a couple dozen 6th grade to 12th grade girls. Some were doing cartwheels; others were reciting their cheers; still others were stretching. Akiko herself was just starting sixth grade, though she should have been in fifth. When her family moved to Austin, Texas, her father had her take advanced placement tests, moving her up a grade. Her eyes nervously watched the older girls on the field. Being new and not knowing anyone made her even more nervous than she already was. After watching for a few seconds more, she managed to pluck up her courage enough to walk over to the sign-in desk.

“Write your name, grade and uniform size,” came the instructions from the obviously bored older teen sitting behind the desk. She had given the same instructions several times during the last half hour and was sick of it. Akiko took the pen and wrote on the blank space. Akiko Hirabayashi. 6th grade. Size extra small.

The teen behind the desk frowned at the name, “A…A-key-koo Hi-ray,” pronouncing it wrongly, “bay…bah– What kind of name is that?!”

Akiko sighed silently. Everyone always had trouble pronouncing her Japanese name. “Ah-kee-ko Hee-ra-bah-yah-shi.”

The teen, however, wasn’t interested, and with a sniff of discontent, she reached into a box and handed Akiko a folded uniform wrapped in a plastic bag, along with a schedule. In her uninterested tone, she told her, “Practice is before school at 8:15. Jane and Elizabeth…,” she pointed to a couple of older high-school girls chatting nearby, “…will show you around.”

Akiko turned and began walking toward them. There was also another girl, seemingly her age, standing beside them. “Excuse me. I was told you would show me around,” Akiko asked quietly.

They turned toward her. “Oh hi,” one of them greeted her cheerfully, “You must be one of the new girls. This is Caroline. She’s new too.” Caroline waved. “Come on.”

They began walking toward the school building. “I’m Jane. This is Elizabeth. We’re in charge of new student orientation. We’ll show you where to go, where not to go, where the cafeteria is, where the student store is…everything you need to know.”

Walking inside the main hall, they turned to the right, down a side corridor. “This is the science hall.”

“That smell is from the dead animals they’re dissecting,” Elizabeth interrupted laughing.

“Yeah,” Jane joined in, “after they’re done, they take ‘em to the cafeteria.”

Both teens laughed as Akiko and Caroline remained quiet, looking apprehensively around at the closed doors, half-wondering if what they said was true. As they came to the corner, about to turn left, Elizabeth pointed to a set of double doors, exiting outside to a stairway leading down, “Those are the Kicker steps, but they’re off limits to you. You have to be a Kicker to use them.”

“Or a Kicker’s girl,” Jane added, “If you try to go by yourselves, the Kickers will throw you off.” The younger girls’ eyes widened in fear.

“What’s a Kicker?” Caroline asked curiously.

“Wanna-be cowboys.”

They continued down the corridors with Jane and Elizabeth pointing out different things as other students hung out in the halls, waiting for the first bell. Noticing a small group of ominous thugs huddled outside the building smoking blatantly, Caroline asked, “Who are they?”

“The assholes of the school,” Jane scowled contemptuously at them. “They’re nothing but a bunch of bullies,” Elizabeth echoed. “They’re always trying to start fights. Last year, they broke a girl’s arm, and once, they actually stabbed someone.”

Jane added, “Whatever you do, don’t get caught alone in the restroom.”

The group moved on. “Okay, here’s our lockers. We have this whole row staked out so pick an empty one.” Akiko and Caroline quickly went forth, claiming two lockers beside each other and happily began putting their things inside. As they finished, Jane and Elizabeth explained the cheerleaders’ routines, such as being on time for morning practice, wearing their uniforms during game days, sitting together during lunch and getting together on weekends. The new girls, excited to be part of such a prestigious group, couldn’t help grinning at everything that the cheerleader squad had to offer. Akiko was especially proud. Being so young and shy, she was worried about not fitting in, but here she was! A cheerleader!

Hearing a commotion, they turned to see the other cheerleaders approaching. “That’s Kerri,” Jane told them, nodding toward the tall, golden-hair teen leading the pack.

Clearly a senior and obviously in charge of the others, Kerri addressed Jane, “You tell ‘em what’s up?”

“Yea.”

Kerri glanced at the new girls for a few seconds as if studying them, then proceeded to her locker along with the others. Akiko’s eyes followed her as she opened her locker. Kerri’s confidence and well-developed body were awe-inspiring. Definitely not the body of a scrawny little kid like Akiko was. To Akiko, she was the most beautiful girl she had ever seen.

The bell rang and so began her first day at her new school. During lunch, as she exited the fast food line, she slowly walked forward, scanning the enormous cafeteria for the cheerleader table. Seeing it, she walked over and then recognized Caroline sitting at the end of a table.

“Hi. Is it okay if I sit with you?” she greeted her shyly.

“Yeah uh…. What’s your name again?”

“Akiko.”

“Ah…” Caroline started, unsure of what the rest was.

“Ah-kee-ko,” Akiko said slowly.

“Akiko,” Caroline repeated, “I’m Caroline.”

Unlike Akiko, Caroline wasn’t shy and quickly made her feel welcome. They talked about being on the cheerleading squad and about being at a new school. They had most of their classes together, except the last one. Caroline was surprised that Akiko was only ten and they learned they were both in the orchestra.

As they talked, Akiko kept stealing glances at Kerri, sitting several chairs away, surrounded by several of the older girls.

“D’ya think she’s bossy?” Caroline suddenly asked.

Akiko shook her head, still staring absent-mindedly, “I think she’s beautiful.” Realizing what she just said, Akiko quickly turned to Caroline “I didn’t mean–”

Caroline smiled, “It’s okay. I know what you mean.”

After school let out, Akiko started for home.

“Akiko!”

Akiko turned around to see Caroline running toward her. “Is it ok if I walk home with you?”

“Yeah. Where do you live?” Akiko asked.

“On Spooner Street.”

“Really? I live right next to you on Evergreen Terrace. Hey, maybe we could walk to school together.”

“My dad drops me off at school on his way to work.”

“Oh,” Akiko said, disappointed. “Well, we can still walk home together can’t we?”

“Sure!”

They chatted until they had to part ways, each going to her home. After getting home, Akiko’s mother came out of the kitchen, asking excitedly, “So, how was it?”

Akiko answered by smiling broadly while opening her backpack and pulling out her uniform, proudly showing it off. Taking it in her hands, her mom asked, “You did it?”

“Yeah! And I made a friend too! We can walk home together! They’re the coolest girls in the whole school–and they let me join them! Me!”

Her mom hugged her, “See, I told you it wouldn’t be so bad.”

“This is going to be so awesome, Mom! Now I’ll be one of the coolest girls in the whole school!”

“I’m so happy for you!”

Akiko started for her room, then turned back after a few steps, “I’m really going to like it here Mom.”

Later that night after Akiko was in bed, Kerri, the tall, beautiful girl,  came to her mind. Kerri. Such a pretty name. Just like her. She was…perfect.

*****

Akiko was in high spirits the next morning as she skipped into the living room.

“Aren’t you excited,” her mom remarked, “You’re going dressed like that?”

“We’re supposed to wear our gym clothes for morning practice,” Akiko explained. “Bye!”

“But you haven’t had breakfast yet.”

“I’ll pick up something in the cafeteria. I wanna get there early,” Akiko replied, eagerly anticipating seeing Caroline again. As well as Kerri.

Akiko eagerly arrived on the field, excited and curious as to what they would be doing. As she was looking around, Caroline found her and ran over. “Hi Akiko.”

“Hello,” Akiko replied back, but before they could talk much, Kerri and a couple of the older girls began lining everyone up. Kerri led them through several moves as she or one of the other teens would correct any of their stances that were wrong. She was amazing to watch. Her seamless movements and jiggling breasts caused Akiko to lose focus on her own movements at times.

Practice went on for another half hour, then the girls went into the locker room to change out of their PE clothes. As Akiko and Caroline were in the midst of changing, they both stared in shock at how several of the older teens completely undressed and went into the shower. After staring in amazement for several seconds, Caroline asked, “Are you gonna take a shower?”

Eyes opened wide, Akiko fearfully shook her head, “Uh-uh!”

Caroline remarked, “Me either.”

As they were standing up to leave, Akiko suddenly noticed Kerri coming towards them, completely naked, carrying her towel by her side instead of wrapped around herself as the others did. Frozen in place, Akiko’s eyes followed as she walked past them to the shower.

After she passed, Caroline whispered laughingly, “OhmyGod! Did you see how big her boobs are?!”

Still in awe, Akiko breathed out quietly, “Yeaaah…”

Caroline grabbed her stuff, “You coming?”

“Umm,…,” then Akiko quickly blurted out, “I need to use the bathroom. Go on. I’ll see you in class.”

“Okay,” Caroline said before leaving. Akiko went into one of the bathroom stalls and closed the door, but remained standing, peeking out of the crack in the door frame. She didn’t need to go but just had to see Kerri again as she came out. She couldn’t see into the shower but watched hopefully through the crack.

After several torturous minutes, Kerri finally came out. Behind the door of the stall, Akiko stopped breathing in her admiration. Though she knew spying like this was wrong, she couldn’t help it. After Kerri left, Akiko slowly opened the door of the stall and came out. Releasing her breath, she stood there for a moment, replaying the scene over again in her mind. Then realizing that she had to go to class, she left.

For the rest of the day, Akiko gazed at Kerri every chance she could. She knew she could never approach her though. After all she was only a 6th grader, a little kid, while Kerri was practically an adult. So for all its futility, Akiko held on to what little she had, which was to simply admire her from afar.

Later that night as she laid in bed, her dreams took her back to the football field. Kerri was helping her with her moves. Holding her arms, guiding them into various poses. ‘You’re doing good,’ Kerri complimented her. ‘I think that’s enough practice. Do you want to take a shower with me?’ . . .

“Sweetie, it’s time to get up.”

Akiko opened her eyes, staring at her mother stupefied for a moment till she realized it was morning. Groaning in regret for having such a lovely dream interrupted, she sluggishly pulled back the covers. Getting up, the thought of seeing Kerri again spurred her to rush through breakfast so that she could get to school.

During the rest of that week, she began to get into the swing of things. She and Caroline learned about the Mac Shack, a fast food joint across the street from the school. It was the cool place to hang out. At practice, she became acquainted with more of the girls but was not nearly as close to them as she was to Caroline. After practice, she always came up with an excuse to remain behind in the locker room after Caroline left in order to catch a glimpse of Kerri coming out of the shower. Though she wanted to talk to Kerri, she was too shy and Kerri seemed too much out of her league.

On the last day, Friday, as they were walking home together, Caroline surprised her by asking, “Is there anyone that you like?”

Akiko looked at her funnily, “Like?”

“You know…,” Caroline smirked, “Like like. As in you got the hots for.”

Put on the spot, Akiko couldn’t help blushing, revealing her answer to Caroline.

Caroline crowed gleefully, “There is! Come on, who is it?!” Akiko looked down, her eyes darting nervously, fiercely trying to think of how to dodge the question. “Who is it?” Caroline prodded impatiently.

“Nobody! I…uh…don’t like anyone,” Akiko stammered in an obviously uncertain tone.

“Yes you do! Please tell me, I promise I won’t laugh.”

Despite Caroline’s assurance, Akiko still couldn’t bring herself to say that she had a crush on another girl, and so blurted out, “Josh Burton!”

“Josh Burton?!” Caroline’s face wrinkled in disgust. Akiko didn’t know why she chose Josh Burton. He was the first boy that popped into her head, and now it was out in the open. “Why do you like him?”

“I-I don’t know. I just do…But not a lot…Just…I don’t know,” Akiko stammered, becoming more uncomfortable by the second.

“It’s okay,” Caroline apologetically tried to reassure her. Akiko remained silent, halfheartedly smiling to show that she wasn’t upset.

“Caroline? What if–” Akiko hesitated.

“What?”

“–Nothing.”

*****

Monday morning after practice. In the locker room, Caroline was waiting on Akiko to finish getting dressed. Akiko, purposely taking her time, told her, “I’ll see you in class.”

As soon as Caroline left, Akiko went into the bathroom stall. Peeking out through the crack, she was not able to see into the shower and tried to picture what Kerri would look like. Water running down her naked body. Her hands gliding over her skin, leaving a bubbly trail of soap, quickly washed away under the misty spray. Akiko’s eyes widened in desire. She had to take a peek! Quietly opening the door and seeing no one, she crept up to the doorway of the communal shower. Holding her breath, she slowly peeked around the edge of the doorway and froze. Kerri’s back was to her. Her golden hair clung wet against her upper back while water streamed down into the crack of her butt and down her legs. Akiko stood mesmerized, unable to turn away.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!”

With a squeal, Akiko jerked around. Jessi, one of the older teens, stood there, staring down at Akiko, a scowl across her face. “Hey Kerri!”

“What?”

“Caught this little dyke checking you out!”

Akiko jerked her head back to see Kerri walking over, her hard eyes penetrating her. Akiko felt the color draining from her face as her lower lip quivered slightly.

“You looking at me?” Kerri’s menacing voice was quiet, with an unmistakable threat in it.

Unable to speak, Akiko shook her head frightfully. After staring for several seconds, Kerri turned and walked back to the running shower. Akiko stood motionless for a moment, then fear caused her to bolt towards her locker, quickly snatching her backpack and tripping in her haste. Sprawling out on the floor, she jumped up and continued running out of the locker room. Once in the hallway, she slowed to a walk so as not to attract attention.

Quickly walking down the crowded hall, she kept her head down while a mixture of emotions filled her: fear, humiliation, but above all, sadness. Sadness over how one so beautiful could be so mean and frightening. All of the lovely images she had of Kerri were gone. As she approached her classroom, she managed to get her feelings in check so as not to arouse questions from the other kids. Still, the matter ate at her all that morning. Noticing that Akiko was quieter than usual, Caroline could see that something was wrong but didn’t ask.

At lunch as she sat down across from Caroline, Akiko glanced at Kerri and Jessi on the other side of the table, wondering if they told anyone, but they seemed to pay her no mind. Finally Caroline asked, “Is something wrong?”

“No.”

“Well, you haven’t said anything all day.”

Akiko searched for an excuse, “I…just don’t feel like talking.”

After lunch, as they left the cafeteria and headed outside to go to the Mac Shack as they always did, Akiko, still upset, didn’t feel like going. She just wanted to be alone for a while. “You go on. I’m going to get some books from the library.”

In the library, Akiko went to the back wall to where the history and nature books she enjoyed reading were. Skimming the shelf, she chose a book and sat down in a comfortable chair set up against the wall, the tall shelves giving her some privacy. For a few minutes, she just stared blankly at the book as the locker room scene replayed in her mind. She had never felt as sad as she did now. She loved Kerri. And now her heart was broken.

“Hi.”

Akiko jumped at the sound even though it was a quiet voice. Watching her from nearby was Samantha, an eighth grader. She was a pretty girl, but Akiko didn’t know her that well, being that they were in different grades. She was attractive, and being older, she had already begun to develop.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” Samantha said quietly.

Akiko eyed her curiously as Samantha continued. “I was–” Samantha paused, looking nervous, “I don’t know how to say this, so I’m just going to say it.” She took a breath, “I’ve been watching you ever since you started school. I’ve been wanting to get to know you better, but I didn’t think you would be into–” She took another breath, then continued shyly, “I saw you in the locker room this morning.”

Akiko’s face instantly became alarmed prompting the girl to quickly add, “Don’t worry! No one else knows. I just–” she paused, smiling. “I just wanted to tell you that, um–” Samantha’s voice dropped to a whisper. “I like girls too.” Akiko’s eyes widened. “And I like you.” Akiko’s mouth dropped open. The morning’s events disappeared from Akiko’s mind as Samantha’s words sank in.

“Ever since I first saw you last week, I’ve been wanting to talk to you.” Samantha smiled and looked embarrassed for a moment, “Actually, um, I’ve been wanting to do more than just talk. I would–like to–uh–kiss you.”

Akiko froze, not knowing what to do.

“There’s an empty classroom in the Science Hall,” Samantha continued, “We could go there and–kiss if you want.” Samantha was very pretty. Before Akiko knew what she was doing, she was nodding her head. Samantha smiled and held out her hand. Akiko took it.

As they walked down the corridor to the Science Hall, Akiko grew more and more excited. Her first kiss! From a girl! Samantha stopped before a door and opened it. They stepped into a dim room, closing the door behind them. Samantha took her hand as Akiko’s heart was beating so hard she was afraid it would burst out of her chest.

“I’ve never done this before,” Samantha whispered excitedly.

“Neither have I,” Akiko whispered back, just as excited.

Samantha stepped closer as Akiko’s breathing became heavier. “Close your eyes,” Samantha whispered.

Akiko closed them. The only sound was her pounding heart. She felt Samantha’s lips on hers. . . .

Then explosive riots of laughter. Akiko’s eyes popped open to see a live frog from the biology classroom, touching her lips. She screamed, jerking back and falling over, smacking her head on the floor. Amidst a chorus of jeers and screams of laughter, she looked up at several girls surrounding her.

Samantha, an ugly grin on her face, pushed the frog towards her, taunting her in a comical voice, “I want to kiss you!”

Akiko tried to scramble back, but the girls pinned her in, chanting, “DYKE…DYKE…DYKE…”

“KISS ME!!” Samantha screamed, pushing the frog against her.

Turning over and scrambling on her hands and knees, Akiko pushed her way through the girls. Flinging open the door, she fled blindly down the hall towards the nearest exit. Tears streaming down her face, she ran–not realizing where she was going till she found herself going across the empty football field, then behind the bleachers on the far side where she collapsed on the ground.

For several minutes she cried bitterly. First Kerri, then Samantha. How could girls be so cruel?! And horrible?! After her tears ran dry, she just stared blankly. Samantha had seemed so nice. The sadness took her again, as she laid on the ground, sobbing. She remained there even after the bell rang, signaling the return to class. She couldn’t go back. She wanted to just run away, but where? How? She couldn’t even tell anyone because the shame was too great. After several minutes, she slowly lifted herself up. First to a sitting position, then to her feet. She forced herself to walk back towards the school building, then inside.

She quietly shuffled along the silent, empty corridor, then to the bathroom to wash her face. Stepping up to the sink, she stared at the tear-streaked face in the mirror with its empty eyes. The life and joy was gone from them. Perhaps never to return. For the hundredth time, she asked why did this all happen. Well, not all girls were mean. Caroline was nice.

The silence was broken by the door opening. Akiko turned around and her stomach dropped as she froze in terror. Two older teens were watching her. She recognized them instantly. The punk thugs that Jane and Elizabeth had warned about on her first day.

‘Whatever you do, don’t get caught alone in the restroom.’

“Well, what do we have here?” one of them smiled wickedly as she sauntered over. Towering a foot and a half taller than Akiko, the spiky-haired punk grabbed Akiko by the collar, “One of those fucking cheerleaders who thinks they’re better than everyone else!”

The other punk, taller than the first with her short, dark-blue, pixyish hair making her look more like a boy, came over, staring at Akiko with steely eyes.

“What the fuck you lookin’ at?! Think you’re better than me?” the first punk growled as Akiko desperately shook her head. Trembling, she closed her eyes. Then the sound of splattering water came to their ears. The spiky-haired punk looked down to see a growing yellow puddle on the floor between Akiko’s legs. The punk laughed, turning to the other, “Little bitch is pissing herself!”

The second punk continued to stare silently and emotionlessly at Akiko, then told the first punk in no uncertain terms, “Let’s go.” The punk released her grip on Akiko’s collar as both punks turned around and left the bathroom.

Akiko grabbed onto the sink as she thought for a second, she was going to throw up. After a minute, the feeling passed. Terrified that they might return, she grabbed several paper towels and quickly wiped up the puddle. Then after pulling up her dress, she wiped her legs as best she could. Realizing that she would have to throw her panties away too, she pulled them down and tossed them into the trash along with the paper towels. Then she stepped out into the hall as the bell rang, signaling the transition to the next period.

Going to her locker as students poured into the hallway, she quickly grabbed her textbook and went to her next class without speaking to anyone. Sitting at her desk, she crossed her legs, praying that no one would see that she wasn’t wearing panties as she kept her eyes down on the table, afraid to look at anyone.

Class went on as usual but the news of how the new girl was a dyke swept through the school. After class, as she walked to her locker, she tried to ignore the stares and whispers, but couldn’t. Approaching her locker, she first saw Caroline looking at her sadly, then noticed Samantha leaning arrogantly beside her locker, smiling nastily with the other cheerleaders tittering beside her.

Akiko lost control as she broke into a run, with the cheerleaders’ jeers following her, drowning out Caroline’s voice calling her name. Running to the nearest door leading outside, she ran out behind the building. Crying inconsolably, she didn’t hear Caroline’s voice until she touched her arm. Looking up, she saw for the first time someone who wasn’t horribly cruel. Someone who felt sorry for her and cared.

Caroline embraced her. “I don’t care what they’re saying. You’re my friend.” Akiko fell into her arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

“I’m s-so embarrassed. I-I don’t know what to do–I can’t go back.”

“Can we tell the teacher?” Caroline asked.

“N-no,” Akiko bawled, “It’ll just make it worse. S-Samantha will s-say I’m making it up. M-my parents will f-find out.”

The bell rang, signaling the start of the next class. “Come on,” Caroline took her hand, “We need to go.”

Akiko pulled back, “I can’t!”

“What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know.”

Caroline took her hand. “Please come. I’ll stay with you and won’t let anyone hurt you.”

Akiko let Caroline lead her back inside. The hall was empty as everyone was already in class, but down the hall beside their lockers, several adults were clustered around something on the floor. As they approached, they recognized the principal and vice-principle among the adults, as well as the nurse crouched down beside someone sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall. Caroline and Akiko’s eyes widened in shock as they recognized Samantha, her face bloody and bruised from being beaten.

“Please talk to us! Who did this to you?” the campus police officer asked Samantha.

“No one,” Samantha slurred. Her face was so battered that Akiko actually felt sorry for her.

“Why won’t you tell us? Girls! Why aren’t you in class?!” Caroline and Akiko turned toward the principal addressing them.

“We have to get our books,” Caroline replied in a small, frightened voice.

“Well, get them and get to class!”

The girls hurried to their lockers, quickly grabbed their books and scurried to class. “Geez! What happened to her?!” Caroline asked. Taking a look back, Akiko replied, “I don’t know.”

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