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Cheryl Taggert 1982-2021

  • Posted on March 31, 2021 at 2:57 pm

Today, it falls on us to pass a tragic piece of news along to the friends of Juicy Secrets: Cheryl Taggert, one of the founders of this site and author of some of our most beloved stories, passed away on March 18th, 2021, at the age of thirty-eight. 

To celebrate Cheryl’s life and work, we present these humble words from her fellow site founders, Naughty Mommy and JetBoy. Consider this a memorial service for someone we never met in person, but came to love very much.

 


 

Irreplaceable

by Naughty Mommy

Life can be, and often is, so cruel.

Take the case of a beautiful, talented, intelligent young woman, with a heart (and libido) overflowing with passion. Let’s call her Cheryl, though that is not her real name.

In her vocation, Cheryl is a dedicated, skilled English/Language Arts teacher, guiding her students toward eloquence, erudition, and a fulfilling life. As an avocation, she is an author of exquisite lesbian erotica, and in fact is one of the founders of a popular online site called Juicy Secrets.

To top it off, Cheryl is in a blissful romantic relationship with her long-time lover, whom we will call Lisa, and recently has branched out from writing porn (albeit very high quality porn) to become a successful published author of mainstream novels.

This girl has everything going for her, right? Living the kind of life that so many of us might envy.

Alas, there is a catch. For a number of years, Cheryl has been engaged in a deadly war with cancer, sometimes winning her battles, gaining a year or two of respite, but then having to enter that brutal fight once again.

Until, at last, she lost for good. And we lost her. The world lost her. A beautiful, talented, intelligent woman, taken away far too soon. Such a terrible tragedy.

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I first encountered Cheryl Taggert around fifteen years ago through her stories posted at Nifty. They were perfect for turning me on, so much better written than nearly anything else I found there — or anywhere else on the Web — and her kinks were virtually a carbon copy of mine. We seemed to share an almost identical erotic imagination.

I can’t tell you how many orgasms I enjoyed from reading her sexy stories, but it was a lot. And all this was several years before I would get to know her as a person. I simply held her in awe, wishing I could write the way she did.

Eventually, in my perpetual search for masturbatory arousal, I discovered Lesbian Lolita. Wow, what a find! And there, through the comments section, I managed to have a few polite exchanges with my idol. This slowly grew into a budding friendship, especially after I found the courage to begin publishing my own naughty fiction.

When I decided, back in early 2015, that it was time to establish my own site housing the stories I’d written, I reached out — quite hesitantly — to my two favorite dirty authors, JetBoy and Cheryl, secretly hoping (though honestly doubting) that one or both of them might want to join me in that effort. The rest, of course, is history.

I don’t know what else to say except that I loved Cheryl. I loved her heart, her passion, her commitment, her ambition. I greatly admired and often learned from her writing, from her creative style, her gusto, and her willingness to take chances. She can never be replaced.

 


 

A Beautiful Soul

by JetBoy

I’d read and loved more than a few of Cheryl Taggart’s stories before Naughty Mommy, in her infinite wisdom, approached her (along with yours truly) with a crazy but enticing proposal back in 2015: would we be interested in starting up a new website, designed to house our respective bodies of kinky lesbian fiction? Needless to say, Cheryl and I jumped at the chance, and Juicy Secrets was born.

The three of us bonded instantly, and within a week were new best friends, racking up what felt like hundreds of emails a week, growing more and more excited as our dream grew and flourished. Those were heady days, building our online home up from nothing but a big pile of words. We finally opened Juicy Secrets after a month or so of preparation, eventually resulting in the colossal repository of Sapphic delights that you see today. What a fantastic time we had during those first few years, and what a marvelous rapport we achieved!

Cheryl Taggart was a superlative author of lesbian erotica. More than that, she was a wonderful, warmhearted person, a peerless site partner… and a true friend. I used to joke that in the hierarchy of Juicy Secrets, Naughty Mommy was the brain, I made up the arms and legs, but Cheryl… she was our beating heart, embodying that rare quality I call largeness of spirit. Even in the midst of her battle with cancer, she never fully lost her warmth and good cheer. And more than most, Cheryl understood the power of love, how it shapes and moves our lives. You can see that love right here at this site, woven into every one of her stories.

Cheryl leaves behind a wife, Lisa, whom she adored with a passion that shone like burnished gold. Naughty Mommy and I were privileged to share the flowering of their love in her many emails, celebrating through our endless correspondence with the happy couple when they tied the knot. Later, Cheryl would incorporate the story of their relationship into the third part of her magnum opus, “I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star.” We hope that you will join us in extending your profoundest sympathy to Lisa in her time of loss.

I missed Cheryl terribly when she left Juicy Secrets on a quest to become a legitimate author, but was thrilled to see her achieve that big, crazy dream, completing and publishing two novels before the end. A fine accomplishment, but I take even greater pride in the body of work she created for this site. For obvious reasons, these stories will never make a big splash in the outer world, but they have given a huge amount of pleasure and stimulation to her readers. And for those who struggle with desires that many see as twisted or perverse, her writing has a message: You are not alone.

Cheryl, yours was a beautiful soul. Thank you for the priceless gift of your incredible self. We will always love you.

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One last note: Cheryl composed a final story for Juicy Secrets, not long before she became sick for the last time.  Except for the correction of a few minor typos, the story appears exactly as she wrote it. It is entitled Monica’s Discovery.

 

Greenfield Tales, Chapter 8

  • Posted on March 28, 2021 at 3:44 pm

By JB West

For helpful information about this story’s main characters, please consult The Girls and Women of Greenfield Tales

Part 1 – A Whole New Woman

Kim and Rachel arrived at Cassidy and Deena’s home just after six-thirty the next evening. Kim had called Cassidy that morning to ask if she and Rachel could stop by later, telling her that they had an idea they wanted to discuss and a favor to ask. Cassidy was, of course, happy to have the sisters over, but let Kim know that Deena wouldn’t be home until sometime after six.

Rachel pulled up next to the curb, parking the car, then looked over at her sister before turning off the ignition. “You sure you want to do this?” she asked. Kim had been hesitant to go along with her idea at first and Rachel wanted to be absolutely sure that Kim was doing this because she wanted to, not because her big sister was pressuring her into it.

“Yeah,” Kim said. She looked over at Rachel and smiled. “I’m a little nervous, to tell you the truth, but yes, I want to do this.” Taking her sister’s hand, she gave it a reassuring squeeze.

The sisters walked up the short driveway and onto a small path that brought them to the front door, where Rachel rang the doorbell. A moment later, the door opened and they were greeted by a smiling Cassidy. She quickly ushered them inside and they exchanged quick kisses on the cheek. Cassidy offered the sisters something to drink and explained that Deena had only gotten home about five minutes earlier, was taking a quick shower, and would join them soon.

She gave Kim and Rachel a quick tour of the house, although there wasn’t much to show. It was a modest dwelling — two bedrooms, a bathroom and a small kitchen that was basically part of the same space as the living room, although the two areas were divided by an island countertop. There was no formal dining area, just a small table for two where Cassidy and Deena normally took their meals.

Cassidy led the sisters down to the basement and showed them her studio. There was also a small laundry and utility room. The rest of the basement was mostly used as a storage area. Cassidy was a bit of a packrat so there were many boxes of miscellaneous stuff that she had collected over her years of travel and adventure before settling down with Deena.

They made their way upstairs, meeting Deena just as she emerged from the bedroom in jeans and a t-shirt, her hair still damp. A quick round of hellos were said, then they all moved outside to the patio to enjoy the beautiful summer evening.

The women chatted for about twenty minutes before Kim finally got up the nerve to address their true reason for stopping by. “Cassidy,” Kim began, “I wonder if I could ask you to do something for me.”

Oh, no, Cassidy thought. Here it comes. She’s going to ask me to undo what I did. She wasn’t happy about this turn of events and suddenly felt quite nervous, but she responded with a nonchalant tone. “Sure,” Cassidy said. “What is it?”

Kim took a sip of her water and swallowed hard, still struggling with her own nerves. “I was hoping you could answer a question I had.”

Cassidy felt a weird sense of relief. All Kim wanted was a question answered. Easy enough. “I can try,” she said.

“Over the past couple of days I’ve — well, we’ve…” Kim indicated Rachel, who was sitting beside her, then reached over and took her sister’s hand. “We’ve been wondering… how exactly did you change us, and… did you change Rachel more than me? If so, why?”

Cassidy chided herself for assuming that Kim’s question would be an easy one to answer. She took a deep breath to steady herself, then launched into an explanation.

“You were such a mess the other night,” she began “and I felt responsible for it. I don’t feel like I forced you to do anything against your will, but after our encounter in the hot tub, the sheer amount of grief and anguish you were feeling was overwhelming. I told you I can sense the emotions in others around me, and the stronger the emotion, the more I feel it. Your grief was like getting punched in the gut. It felt terrible, and I know I was only experiencing a fraction of what you were feeling.”

Cassidy’s head was bowed while she spoke, but then looked up at Kim, tears forming in her eyes. Stricken by the sight, Kim wanted to take Cassidy in her arms, to tell her that everything would be all right but froze in the moment as the memory of her absurd grief came rushing back to her. Kim could feel her own tears welling up, and she had to look away from Cassidy for fear that she might start crying.

“When I was in your mind, I changed the things I felt you needed changed; to help you regain control of your life.” Cassidy’s tears were now streaming down her face. “And I — I wanted you so much, Kim. I felt such an intense desire for you. I m-made it so you’d be able to feel the same for me.” A sob broke from her lips. “I’m sorry if I went t-too far…”

Kim trembled as Cassidy’s words resonated in her mind. Her breathing was shallow and ragged, but the memory of how the young woman had freed her from sorrow and guilt filled her with pure joy. The tears that threatened to burst forth finally did, but they were bereft of sadness. Kim could only feel the peace that had been granted to her by Cassidy and the changes she had made.

Rising from her chair, Kim moved to Cassidy’s side, took the younger woman’s chin in her hand, then tilted her head up so that they were looking into each other’s tear-filled eyes. Kim leaned down and placed a gentle, loving kiss on Cassidy’s lips. Cassidy started to laugh as the relief of knowing that Kim was not upset with her passed through her mind. Cassidy took Kim’s hand and held it close to her heart.

Cassidy then turned her attention to Kim’s older sister.

“Rachel, you were much easier to help than Kim. The death of her husband and the trauma it caused… trying to put her life back together, it left your sister with deeply seeded issues of grief, guilt and… resentment to deal with.” Cassidy gave Kim’s hand a light squeeze but then continued, “Kim was in a much more vulnerable state than you. I knew that I could tinker with your subconscious mind without doing you any harm, so I didn’t need to be quite as cautious.”

“Can you tell me what you did?” Rachel said. “Whatever it was, it worked, and I’m definitely not upset… but I am curious. How did you change me, exactly?”

Now that she knew the sisters weren’t angry with her, Cassidy felt far more at ease explaining how she’d used her powers. “Well, first, it was obvious how much you wanted Deena, so I enabled you to act on those desires. I stripped away any inhibitions you had and increased your libido just a bit. It sounds so crude to say out loud, but I… I took away anything that might prevent you from being my — well, mine and Deena’s, really — our ideal sex partner. I could see how badly you wanted to be with her, but you were too reserved to allow that to happen. So I fixed that. I made you completely open to letting your desires run wild.”

Rachel’s heart throbbed with excitement. She’d had her own ideas about how Cassidy had altered her sexuality, and now her suspicions had been confirmed, absolutely and without question. The Rachel from a few days ago would have been horrified by Cassidy’s confession, but now she was turned on and weirdly, deeply grateful.

Cassidy had more to say, though. “I also could tell from poking around in your head that you’re a very adventurous person when it comes to sex — much more so than you think. So I decided to… well, I eliminated any inhibitions you had about the idea of incest, or making love to little girls.” Cassidy looked away, a sudden blush coloring her cheeks. “I wanted to make it easier for you to love other women, but I also wanted you to feel that same desire for your sister… and your child. I… I wanted you to be like me and Deena.”

Rachel nodded slowly, her suspicions confirmed. She knew now for certain that all the new feelings and desires she’d been experiencing for the past two days were the result of Cassidy’s alterations in her mind. More than that, she was correct in her guess that Cassidy and Deena shared an attraction for young girls.

Rising from her seat, Rachel began to pace restlessly back and forth, her mind buzzing with the significance of these revelations and how they might affect her life going forward. For the millionth time, she imagined what it would be like, taking her daughter Emily as a lover. Was such a thing even possible? The idea still turned her on — if anything, more than ever.

A storm of lust raged inside her. She wanted to scream, to sing, to break into unrestrained dancing, to tear off every stitch of her clothing. Instead, Rachel stopped pacing and stood in front of Deena, looking down at her. “Did you know about this?”

Deena took a deep breath. “I know what Cassidy is capable of. I didn’t know exactly what she’d done to you, not until now.”

She would have said more, but then Rachel suddenly bent down to kiss her. It was an aggressive kiss, smoldering with the full heat and intensity of Rachel’s passion. Deena was taken aback at first, but she quickly responded in kind, meeting and matching the older woman’s ardor.

Still holding Kim’s hand as she watched the amorous display playing out before her, Cassidy gave it another squeeze. She looked up at Kim, enthralled by the desire in her eyes, but also by the deep sexual hunger that radiated through Kim’s soul, a hunger that Cassidy felt as acutely as her own.

“So,” Kim said, gazing down at Cassidy, “Do you think you could do one more favor for me?”

Cassidy’s eyes met Kim’s. “Anything.”

“I need you to finish the job,” Kim said. “I want you to go back into my mind and do for me what you did for Rachel.”

“What? Are you sure?” Cassidy was shocked. She had feared that this night would be filled with accusations and recriminations. Instead, Kim was asking to have her mind altered once more, to complete the transition into a wanton devotee of lesbian love. Cassidy was so elated she almost jumped out of her seat.

“Yes, I’m sure,” Kim said. “Ever since you told me about Emily watching us, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the girls… our daughters. These feelings, these thoughts, I can’t quite shake my feelings of guilt. I’m tired of feeling that way. You’ve shown me that it doesn’t have to be like this, so I’m asking you to help me again. I want this. I need this. Please.”

“Of course I will,” Cassidy replied, impressed by Kim’s resolve. Even after hearing the unvarnished truth about the changes she’d made to Rachel, Kim wanted more than anything to have those same alterations done to herself. Cassidy had helped Kim through her grief, and now she would enable Kim to become the person she was meant to be.

Cassidy had no way of knowing it, but what she was about to do would not only change Kim’s life, but the lives of many others as well, including her own.

“Are you ready?” Cassidy asked, and Kim nodded. “Let’s do this, then.”

Rising to her feet, she placed another chair directly across from hers, motioned for Kim to sit, then retook her own seat. Cassidy took Kim’s hands in hers, gazed into her new friend’s eyes, inhaled deeply, then engaged Kim, carefully entering the woman’s mind.

Once again, Cassidy found herself in the familiar landscape of Kim’s psyche, where she quickly set to work destroying the last vestiges of the inhibitions that Kim so desperately wanted to be rid of. Just as she’d done with Rachel, Cassidy made certain that Kim would never feel negative emotion as a result of her desires. From this day forward, Kim would experience the world just as her sister did; never again would fear or doubt or embarrassment keep Kim from exploring her sexual needs and acting upon them.

A moment later Cassidy broke the connection and felt her consciousness flow back into her body. Like the last time, it took Kim a minute to regain her senses, but then she opened her eyes, smiling hugely. Just like the time before, Kim could tell that changes had been made to her psyche, changes for the better. A sense of calm contentment had taken hold of her and the joy it brought was overwhelming.

“Thank you,” Kim whispered, a single tear rolling down her cheek, a beatific smile on her lips.

Her gratitude was intended for all three women. Thank you to Rachel, for always being there for her no matter what, for persuading her to make the change. Thank you to Deena, for helping save her life, protecting Katie, and bringing Cassidy into her life. And thank you to Cassidy, for making her a whole new woman and hopefully, a happier person.

Kim felt genuinely alive. The weight of her grief and guilt were entirely gone, and she was free to become the woman she’d always wanted to be, even if she hadn’t known who that was until now.

 

Part 2 – The Plan

Deena was seated in her chair with Rachel nestled in her lap, occasionally swapping kisses while Cassidy and Kim continued to meditate. Like the others, Deena had no idea what was going to happen moving forward, but the erotic potential of this situation thrilled her to the core. The fact that Rachel had fully accepted the truth of what Cassidy had done to her turned Deena on more than she could put into words. She was a dominant person by nature, and the possibility of having easy access to not just one but two sexy older women who were open to doing whatever she asked of them was almost too exciting to comprehend. And the fact that Rachel and Kim were sisters, each with a gorgeous little girl of her own… in Deena’s mind, it made the whole situation all the more intriguing.

Noticing that Cassidy had slipped back into consciousness, Deena broke her kiss with Rachel and turned her attention to her lover. Cassidy was watching Kim intently, waiting for the woman to regain her senses.

Gradually, Kim returned to herself, the others watching as her eyes fluttered, then opened. Her face seemed to glow with bliss and she was smiling. A single “thank you” was all that Kim could manage.

“Did it work?” Rachel asked. She’d been watching Kim and Cassidy closely, but had no way of knowing whether Cassidy had been able to successfully alter her sister into being the sexually liberated woman that she longed to be.

In reply, Kim gazed lovingly at Rachel, on the verge of joyful tears. All but leaping from her chair, she seized Rachel’s wrist, pulling her up from Deena’s lap and into a tight embrace. Their mouths met in a kiss that quickly grew deep and passionate.

Kim broke the kiss and looked into her stunned sister’s eyes. “What do you think?” she said, laughing.

“I’d say yeah, it worked,” Rachel chuckled, allowing a hand to drift down to rest on her sister’s ass. “And, um, the other thing?” She wanted to know if Kim’s newly discovered desire for young girls was still a problem, or if Cassidy had managed to sort that out.

Getting the hint, Kim quickly conjured an image of Emily in her mind. She imagined her eight-year-old niece standing in the doorway of her bedroom looking in, completely nude, with a curious expression on her angelic face. Kim, also nude, was laying on the bed. She motioned for the girl to come to her. Emily padded into the room and slowly climbed up onto the bed, all the while gazing longingly into Kim’s eyes in a way that made the woman shiver. The child crawled between Kim’s wide-splayed legs, then bent down and pressed an open-mouthed kiss into the juicy flesh of her aunt’s pussy.

The fantasy piqued Kim’s arousal but she felt no guilt whatsoever. Just desire. Just love. It was the proof she needed to answer Rachel’s question.

Definitely.” Kim said with a sigh.

Rachel clapped her hands in delight. The first part of her plan, getting Cassidy to alter Kim the same way she’d been altered, was complete. It was now time to proceed with the second part: getting Deena and Cassidy on board. And since Cassidy had already confirmed that she and Deena were also attracted to young girls, Rachel knew that this next step would be easy.

She turned to face her new friends. Deena was still seated and Cassidy was now perched on the arm of her lover’s chair. They were holding hands. “I’ve got a proposition for you both,” Rachel said. “And I think you’ll really like it. In fact, I’m pretty sure that it’s exactly what you’ve been hoping for.” Rachel shot Deena a knowing look.

Deena felt a small quiver in her pussy. She hadn’t known Rachel long but she knew her well enough to recognize the look of desire behind her eyes. “Well, that sounds promising,” Deena said with a playful tone. “What did you have in mind?”

“Maybe we should all sit down.” Kim chimed in.

Once the four of them had taken their seats, Rachel took a sip of water and began to share her thoughts. She launched into a brief summary of her plan, the first part of which was getting Cassidy to adjust Kim’s psyche. That accomplished, Rachel proceeded to run through the rest of it while Deena and Cassidy listened intently. They really liked what they heard, but each had questions that Rachel and Kim were keen to answer.

Over the next hour or so, the women discussed the plan until it had morphed from a collection of loose ideas into something that was sure to be an extraordinary experience — that is, if they could pull it off.

They had just finished ironing out the details when Kim peeked at her wristwatch. “Oh, my!” she exclaimed. “It’s later than I thought.” She informed Rachel of the time, and they agreed that they should get home soon to tuck the girls in.

“You wouldn’t believe how expensive babysitters are in my neighborhood,” Kim told her new friends. “I swear, this girl we’ve got tonight is going to bankrupt me!” The women shared a laugh as she and Rachel rose to their feet.

“Before you two go, there’s something I need to show you,” Cassidy said. Kim could tell from the tone of the younger woman’s voice that it was something serious.

“Sure,” Kim replied.

The group proceeded inside and Cassidy led Kim downstairs to her studio, Deena and Rachel close behind. She walked over to the far corner of the room and stopped in front of a small cloth-covered canvas that was resting on an easel.

“Do you remember what I told you about the Buzz… and how it’s always there in the back of my head?”

Kim nodded.

“On Friday night I woke up in the middle of the night. The Buzz is what did it. The sound was so loud, so intense.” Looking at Cassidy with concern, Kim took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“That wasn’t the first time that it’s happened,” Cassidy continued, “and when it does, there’s only one way to dial it down. I look into a mirror, concentrate on myself, and then meditate, counting backwards from ten. Normally, as soon as the countdown is complete the buzzing subsides, and I can rest easy. But the other night, something… different happened.” Cassidy paused, taking a deep breath.

“It’s okay. You can tell me,” Kim reassured Cassidy in an almost motherly fashion. Cassidy smiled bashfully at Kim, then leaned in for a quick kiss before she resumed her story.

“When I was finished, the Buzz had stopped, but an image flashed in my mind. A face. A face I had never seen before.” Cassidy took another deep breath. “I rushed down here, grabbed my brushes and started painting. I needed to see that face. Somehow I knew that whoever it was, they held the answer.”

“The answer?” Kim asked. “The answer to what?”

“I don’t know.” Cassidy said. “I don’t even know the question. But maybe she does.” Taking hold of the cloth draped over the canvas, she pulled it away.

Kim immediately gasped in surprise. It was not a photo-realistic depiction by any means, more impressionistic, but it was unmistakably the image of Katie’s face.

Kim stared at the painting, trying to grasp what it meant. “Y-y-you said you did this Friday night?” she stuttered.

“I started it that night. I’ve been working on it since then, a little bit every day.”

Kim pressed a hand to her forehead. “Friday night. Before you even met her!”

“Yes,” Cassidy confirmed. “In fact, Deena hadn’t even told me about her — or any of you, actually — when I… I had my vision. I had no reason to know of Katie’s existence, but I saw her face so clearly in my mind.”

“And you think she’s the answer to — to some unknown question?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.” Cassidy’s voice quivered with uncertainty. “I don’t know.”

Kim shuffled over to the opposite corner of the room where there was a small wooden chair covered in many years worth of dried paint. She sat down and slumped over, holding her head in both hands. A few feet away, Deena and Rachel stood still as statues, watching as Cassidy moved behind the chair and began to lightly rub Kim’s shoulders.

“Do you think she might be like you?” Kim mumbled, her head still down.

“Maybe.” Cassidy said. “Or maybe it was some kind of premonition. Or…”

“I still think it’s just a case of you picking up on my thoughts.” Deena said.

Raising her head, Kim peered thoughtfully at Deena, who seemed to be cool and calm, as always. Rachel, on the other hand, wore the same concerned expression as Cassidy.

“What do you mean?” Kim asked. ”What kind of thoughts were you having about Katie?”

Deena hesitated for a moment. She was worried about how open she should be about her feelings for Katie, but decided that complete honesty was her only course.

“That night, after spending so much time with Katie, she was very much on my mind,” Deena explained. “Then later, Cassidy and I… um… we had sex, and all the while, I was thinking about her. I even asked Cassidy to pretend she was a little girl while she was going down on me. And I fantasized that she was really Katie.”

Kim knew that Deena had a strong sexual desire for young girls, nevertheless, she couldn’t help but feel somewhat shocked by her words, even though she’d had very similar thoughts about Katie. The night before, when Rachel had fingered her to orgasm while they stood at Katie’s bedroom door, Kim had wondered what it would be like to touch her daughter like that. Now Deena was putting this forbidden desire into words, saying out loud that she wanted sex with Katie. Kim knew that she should be appalled; instead, she was thrilled by the notion and found herself getting turned on all over again.

Deena was still voicing her thoughts. “I think that my feelings for Katie were so heightened at the time that Cassidy couldn’t help but pick up on them. Somehow that translated into the vision she had.” With a helpless shrug, Deena added, “Mind you, I can’t prove any of this. I still don’t completely understand Cassidy’s powers.”

The room was silent as the four women each pondered the various ideas that had been discussed.

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with all this,” Kim said, her desire colored by worry. Her first priority was Katie’s well being, of course, but she also needed to understand the meaning behind Cassidy’s vision, if there was one.

“I don’t know either… but I will be here to help you and Katie, however I can.” Cassidy said. She knelt down next to Kim and hugged her.

Kim wrapped her arms around Cassidy and held her close, whispering, “Thank you.”

“Um, Cassidy? Maybe you could take a look around Katie’s mind. You might find some answers that way,” Rachel suggested.

Kim looked up from Cassidy to Rachel, then back. She took Cassidy’s hands in hers. “What do you think?” she asked. “Would you be willing to try that? Would it even help?”

“I — I’ve never used my power on anyone so young before.” Cassidy said. “I mean, I’m sure I could do it… but would Katie be willing? I’m not comfortable with the idea of forcing my way into her head.”

“Don’t you worry about that,” Kim said. “Katie will be fine with it. She’s the most curious child I know. If we tell her about your gift, and how you’d like to try an experiment with her, you won’t even have to ask. She’ll be begging you to do it.”

“Or we could make it one of the games we want to play tomorrow night.” Rachel said. “Like pretending to hypnotize her or something. I’m sure she’d be a very willing subject.”

Cassidy absently tugged at the hem of her t-shirt as she pondered the request. Despite Kim’s confidence in her skills, she couldn’t quite shake her reservations about invading the mind of a child.

But Kim wants me to at least make the attempt. How can I look into those enchanting eyes and tell her no?

“I… I’ll try.” Cassidy finally said.

Kim stood, then helped Cassidy up from her knees. They embraced again, holding each other tightly. Kim wanted to express what she was feeling, but couldn’t find the words. A simple thank you wouldn’t be enough, and anything sexual seemed inappropriate. Fortunately for Kim, words weren’t necessary as Cassidy could literally feel the emotions that she wanted to convey.

Deena and Rachel took the opening to slip back upstairs. It was obvious that Kim and Cassidy were sharing a private moment so the other two women quietly left them be.

After another minute of holding each other, gently swaying in their embrace, feeling the warmth of their bodies close together, Kim and Cassidy broke their hug. Kim then looked at the portrait of her daughter. again “It really is a very nice painting.” Kim said.

“You think?”

“Of course.” Kim gave Cassidy a shy smile.

“Well, it helps that the subject is so beautiful — and desirable,” Cassidy said as she brushed back a couple strands of hair that had fallen across Kim’s face. “Just like her mother.”

Kim blushed at the compliment. She wanted to grab Cassidy and kiss her, but didn’t get the chance, as  Cassidy had felt her own sudden rush of desire and acted on it before Kim was able to. Their kiss was long and slow and sensual and fully conveyed the desire that each of them felt for the other.

Meanwhile, Deena and Rachel were upstairs, making out on the couch. They were just getting to the point where articles of clothing were about to be removed when they heard a light cough, followed by the sound of Cassidy snickering. They looked up to see Cassidy and Kim standing over them, big smiles on their faces.

“Okay, enough of that, you two,” Cassidy said, pretending to scold them. Deena dramatically feigned ignorance to any wrongdoing — of course, as an officer of the law she was beyond reproach. Rachel then accused Cassidy and Kim of cock-blocking, and they all laughed.

“We really should get going.” Kim said after the laughter died down.

It was getting close to the girls’ bedtime, so Rachel reluctantly agreed. The women all exchanged kisses at the door, then Cassidy and Deena watched as Kim and Rachel walked to their vehicle, got in and drove away.

Shutting the door, Deena turned around to find herself drawn into Cassidy’s arms. They exchanged a long kiss, just as passionate as the ones they’d shared with the sisters, but more cozy and familiar. After they broke the kiss, they stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment. No words were needed.

***

Later that night, Cassidy crawled into bed, snuggling up close to Deena. She rested her head on Deena’s chest and listened to the slow, steady beat of her lover’s heart.

Deena took Cassidy’s hand, brought it to her lips and pressed a warm kiss into the palm. “Are you nervous about tomorrow?” she asked.

“No.” Cassidy replied. “More like super excited.”

“I was talking about Katie,” Deena said. “Going inside her head. Poking around.”

“Oh. Yeah.” Cassidy looked across the room at the mirror in the corner. “I guess I’m a little bit nervous.”

Deena took Cassidy’s chin in hand and tilted her head so that they were gazing into each other’s eyes. “You know that I’ll be there with you every step of the way.” She leaned in to kiss her lover.

“I know that,” Cassidy said as she rolled over, facing away from Deena. “I guess I’m just worried about what I might find.”

Deena settled in behind Cassidy, spooning her body, hugging her close. Feeling Cassidy shiver, she placed a few feather-light kisses on the back of her neck, a technique that always seemed to relax her partner. “Whatever happens, we’ll handle it. You and me, babe.”

Placing her arms atop Deena’s, Cassidy hugged them tightly to her chest. “I love you so much,” she whispered.

“And I love you.”

A few minutes later, Cassidy could tell that her lover had drifted off. She extricated herself from Deena’s embrace and slipped out of bed. Padding over to the mirror, she studied her reflection, just as she’d done the other night. Cassidy toyed with the notion of doing her meditation but decided not to, unnerved by the possibility of what she might see. Instead, she sat down on a small chair in the opposite corner of the room and peered out the window.

From there she could see the streetlight that dimly illuminated the cul-de-sac. There was a swarm of insects frantically flying around the light, and she was almost convinced that she could hear them —  but no, it was the Buzz, there as always. Her reminder that she wasn’t a normal person.

The vision of Katie’s face flashed in her mind once again, and Cassidy shivered. By this time tomorrow, she’d have her answer, the mystery would be solved, but in that moment all Cassidy had was doubt, fear and a sense that no matter what she discovered, her life would be forever changed.

On to Chapter Nine!

 

Learning Phase, Chapter 5

  • Posted on March 23, 2021 at 2:44 pm

By Nuit du Loup

“Do you want a shirt or something to wear?” Karin asked Sora as they entered her bedroom. After the talk in the hot tub, she was oddly excited to have Sora in her room, with neither of them wearing a stitch.

“No, I’m fine,” Sora replied with one of her adorable smiles. Karin had always thought Sora was amazingly cute. When they had undressed earlier, she had found it hard not to stare and had only felt a little better when she saw Sora was having the same problem.

They crossed over to Karin’s bed and she politely pulled back the covers. Sora smiled and flicked her ear appreciably. Then she dropped her towel and crawled naked into the bed. Karin did the same and followed. The bed was large so there was plenty of space, yet when she got in, Karin moved in close to Sora and they turned to face each other under the covers.

“Do you think what Isana told us is weird?” Karin asked.

“I don’t know,” Sora shrugged. “I think she was right, though.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh,” Sora smiled again. “I like looking at you naked, just like she said… and I get all warm and tingly from it. I liked looking at her and Ayaka naked, too. You’re all nice to look at and it feels good.”

“Well, I like looking at you too,” Karin admitted. “A lot, actually. I meant it when I said you were cute. But I meant the other stuff. Isana sounded like it would be perfectly okay to want and have sex with you, her and Ayaka.”

“That’s what she said,” Sora answered with a confused frown. “Why? I think it all sounds nice.”

“How do you know so much about sex, anyway?” Karin frowned back. “I’m older than you, but you seem to know a lot.”

Sora blushed furiously, but she answered. “Marta liked to play with girls. One of the older girls came in sometimes and they would do stuff under the blankets. I never got to see much, but I knew that they were having sex. My other roommate, Crystal, touched herself in the open a lot too.”

“Wow, I had no idea,” Karin said, staring in amazement. “You never did anything?”

“No way!” Sora exclaimed, blushing to the tips of her long ears. “They were mean to me all the time… and I would have been too nervous anyway.”

“But not here?” Karin asked, curious.

“I’m still nervous,” Sora admitted. “But I like you guys a lot.  You’re always nice and you don’t treat me weird. And I trust Isana.”

“I really like her too,” Ayaka grinned. “She’s like a cool aunt or big sister. Though Ayaka feels a little like that too, at least to me.” Karin frowned. “Where’d she go? To her room?”

“She went to Isana’s room,” Sora answered, with a smile. “After she said goodnight in the hall she hurried that way. I think she wants to be with Isana tonight. They were touching a lot in the tub.”

“They were?”

“Yeah, their hands were moving and I could see them touching under the water.”

Karin thought about that for a moment, “Do you think Ayaka is really over there having sex with Isana?”

“It looked like they both wanted to,” Sora said, shrugging again. This time the sheet slipped and exposed her naked chest. Karin’s eyes dropped and stared at the two hard, tiny nipples. When her eyes came back up, Sora looked pleased.

“You really don’t think it’s weird that I like looking at you so much?” Karin asked.

“No,” Sora answered simply. She pulled on the sheet and Karin’s chest also became exposed. Sora reached out a small, curious hand and gently gave one of Karin’s much thicker nipples a pinch. Karin frowned at how good it felt, but didn’t stop her. After a moment Sora took her hand away with an even bigger smile.

Karin rolled her eyes, now feeling amused instead of worried. If there was no point in fighting it, she might as well enjoy herself. So she reached out, drew Sora to her, then pulled the sheets back over them both. When she saw how happy Sora was, Karin felt very warm and content.

It felt really nice having Sora’s hot, bare skin against her own, and it was lovely when their nipples brushed together. One hand found its way to Sora’s cute bottom, and it felt really good there. “Okay,” she admitted. “This is actually very nice.”

“Hmmm, thank you, Karin,” Sora smiled at her from just inches away. Then Sora surprised her with a quick peck on the lips. Sora flushed again, and then she nuzzled her face down near Karin’s neck, suddenly embarrassed. “Thank you.”

“It’s okay,” Karin said, feeling hot from the brief kiss. “You’re my sister now, Sora, and I like you a lot. The kiss was nice. Can I have another one?”

Sora’s face came back into view and this time Karin kissed her. It was very brief and soft, but they found it immeasurably enjoyable. When they separated, Sora settled her head on the pillow with a pleased sigh. Karin smiled affectionately.

“Sora, let’s just go to sleep like this, okay?” Sora nodded her more than willing acceptance, then closed her eyes. “Goodnight, Sora.”

“Night, Karin,” Sora replied in a happy, dreamy tone.

Sora’s breathing evened out into a contented sleep, and Karin decided to hell with worrying about being weird. She liked looking at her new sister, and her kisses with Sora had been awesome. It also felt nice to have the girl in her arms. Isana had told them earlier that this was only a beginning, and she was looking forward to whatever else would come. Even the thought of having sex wasn’t really scary anymore. Instead, she wondered if Sora would be willing to be her first.

But that could wait for now. So she laid her face down next to Sora’s, careful not to poke her with the curve of her horn, and went to sleep.

***

The soft, muffled sound of water rushing through pipes awoke Karin to a new day, but it was a cool, teasing breeze coming in through her open window and the warm place in the bed next to her that truly got her mind moving. She was still lying on her side, and had one hand where another person had been only moments before. There was a sense of loss too, because that person was missing. She heard the door to the bathroom behind her click open and rolled over quickly, looking up.

“Sora?!” Karin said excitedly, her eyes alighting upon the tantalizingly nude form of her new younger sister. Sora stopped in surprise at the call with one small hand upon the door jamb and her long, expressive ears flicked twice in question as her almond-shaped eyes locked onto Karin.

For a long, hushed moment, they sat still like that, watching each other. For her part, Karin thankfully drank in the view of Sora all over again, as if it was the first time. Now that she knew the truth of what she’d been feeling inside lately. It was as if the knowledge had set part of her free, a part that was just now poking its head above ground. Seeing Sora again, after having spent the night cuddled together in the same bed, made her heart beat faster with the anticipation of… something.

Sora was stunning to look at, and Karin very much enjoyed what she was seeing. She loved Sora’s long, midnight-dark hair, and her smooth tan-colored skin was soft, smooth, and touchable. She remembered the feel of it against her from the previous night and ached for it again. She watched a slight flush suffuse Sora’s skin as the younger girl stood under her gaze; it went all the way up to the tips of her ears.

“Karin!” Sora spoke softly in her sweet voice, her ears drooping slightly in embarrassment. “You’re staring at me!”

“Hee hee,” Karin smiled and quickly slid to the edge of the bed, casting off the warm sheets as she swung her legs down and sat up straight, exposing herself. The same breeze that had been teasing her cheeks before caressed her whole body now, and she felt her long, thick nipples hardening a little at the sudden temperature change, as well as for other obvious reasons. “I can’t really say I’m sorry, Sora. I like looking at you this way, because you’re so cute!”

“Oooh!” Sora moaned low, and her blushing increased dramatically. Her brown eyes, though, were focused on Karin’s own nude form. Karin did nothing to impede her sister’s gaze. She wanted Sora to see.

Karin stood up, unable to be still any longer because her body was filled with an excited, sexual energy that was still very new and raw.  She crossed over the shag rug to Sora, until they were only a single step apart. She wasn’t much taller than her sister, so their eyes found each other with ease. Karin was still smiling warmly and she saw some of Sora’s reflexive shyness dissipating from her expression, which made her even prettier. Karin raised a hand slowly to the top of Sora’s small head and gently ran her fingers into and down the silky-smooth, black hair. They both shivered.

“Your hair feels so smooth and nice,” Karin observed aloud in wonder. It was like she was discovering the girl all over again, and it was exhilarating. She could feel something between her legs, like she was hot inside. Her heart was beating like a drum and she could imagine something like an electric tingle from her exploring fingers.

Sora seemed pleased at first by the compliment, but there was still a hint of stubborn discontentment in her eyes. “Did I say something wrong?” Karin asked.

“I don’t want to be cute.” Sora complained, even as she moved her head along with Karin’s strokes. “It makes me sound like a little kid.”

“We’re both still kids!” Karin laughed. She leaned in on pure impulse and gave Sora a quick, soft peck on her lips. Sora blinked, jerked her face back and gasped at her in surprise. Karin grinned, even as her heart thrummed from the touch of their lips. “So what if you’re cute? I think you’re beautiful too, and pretty and adorable and totally huggable! It makes me want to hold you tight and touch you all day long!”

Once she’d finished speaking, Karin reached out with her free hand, touching Sora’s bare hip, and pulled her in close. Their unclothed bellies pressed together and they both let out simultaneous gasps from the warm skin-to-skin contact. Karin finished by wrapping her arm around Sora’s back, and with her free hand, she lightly ran a finger down Sora’s left ear. Sora squeaked and the ear twitched for a second.

“Sorry, did that hurt?” Karin asked, looking into her sister’s eyes.

“No!” Sora said quickly, relaxing very willingly into Karin’s embrace with a smile in return. Karin loved it. She almost couldn’t believe what was happening between them. “It felt good, but it tickled a little… maybe. It was a nice tickle, though.”

“What if I do this instead?” Karin darted her face forward and quickly licked down the top of the same ear with her very long tongue.

“Karin!” Sora’s face reddened and she wriggled in Karin’s arms, which felt oddly good for both of them. “You licked me!”

“It looks like you liked it, though,” Karin laughed, enjoying what they were doing. Sora felt so wonderful to hold, just like she did while they were in bed last night.

“Hmm, maybe, but it was kinda weird, too,” Sora moaned, but her smile soon returned again. “This feels nice, though. You’re really warm, Karin. Your arms feel good too.”

“Yeah, it totally does feel awesome,” Karin agreed wholeheartedly. “Did you like sleeping with me? Did you sleep okay?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Sora affirmed quickly with a happy nod. Her shyness was almost completely gone. “Sleeping with other girls feels really good. I liked it with you and Isana. Do you think Ayaka had a good night too?”

“Oh, sure!” The reminder that her new older sister had gone to have real, actual sex with Isana made her tingle again. It also made her even more aware of Sora’s nakedness, pressed against hers. “She’s with Isana, so she probably had a nice time. They were getting along really well, right?”

“She looked so excited last night,” Sora giggled. Karin felt something on the outside of her thigh, and a quick shiver went through her when she realized that it was her new sister’s hand. “Isana was touching her like this under the water, and she seemed to like it a whole lot.”

“Well, it does feel good,” Karin agreed, aware of every movement of that hand. Suddenly feeling bold, she whispered, “Come back to bed with me!” She pulled back and grabbed Sora’s hand in one motion — and before the startled girl had a chance to say a word, Karin dragged her back towards the bed.

Once her shock dissolved, Sora laughed happily, willingly allowing herself to be towed along. At the bed, Karin maneuvered Sora by her bare shoulders so that the back of her knees were against the edge of the bed, then gently pushed her backward. Sora got the idea quickly and fell back with a playful giggle, her arms spread, then scooted back on her butt until she was lying down.

Karin stared again for a moment at her naked sister, then climbed over her, straddling Sora at the waist. When she bent forward so that they were looking into each other’s eyes again, she saw pleasure and joy on her sister’s face. Karin reached out to stroke Sora’s cheek — admiring the girl’s skin, which was the color of warm wood. It was smooth and soft and she felt her own cheeks grow hot when Sora made a soft cooing sound and nestled into her hand. It was a sound that thrilled Karin from head to toe.

“Is it okay that I’m touching you?” Karin asked, a little belatedly. She didn’t want her excitement to cause Sora any kind of harm or to scare her. It was immensely important that Sora enjoyed this.

“It feels nice, and I really like it,” Sora smiled with total trust in her expression. “I can touch you too, right?”

“Of course!” Karin replied immediately, lightly bumping her nose to Sora’s, causing the other girl to giggle some more, which in turn made Karin feel hot all over again.  She rose back up, and one of Sora’s slim arms followed so that they were each touching the other’s face. Sora’s fingers were tiny, but she was gentle and her stroking felt very affectionate.

They began to play a kind of game in a very amiable silence that needed no words. Karin ran her hand along one of Sora’s slender arms, feeling her smooth skin. Sora would then repeat the action on Karin’s body, with skin-tingling results. Then Karin made Sora laugh when she touched her tummy and around her cute little belly button. Karin found herself wanting to lick it. Again, Sora followed her lead, and she could feel the heat between her legs turn tingly and humid. They ran their hands over almost every inch of exposed skin on their upper bodies except for their breasts.

When Sora knew these were next, her face slipped from joyful wonder to embarrassment. “I… I don’t have anything there,” she said in a sorrowful voice when she saw Karin looking at her chest.

“What are these, then?” Karin replied with a friendly, sisterly laugh, running her hands up Sora’s belly to her almost-flat chest, circling each nipple with her fingers. Sora twitched and gasped at the sudden contact, and Karin smiled as she felt the pert buds grow firm to her touch. She kept tweaking them, marveling at how such a simple thing could make Sora feel as good as her facial expressions suggested. When she stopped, she dropped her arms, inviting Sora to return the favor.

“That was really nice,” Sora said with a happy sigh, her voice wispy. She was breathing a little harder and her skin looked flushed in a different way now, a way that Karin found exciting. Sora slowly cupped her hands over Karin’s tiny breasts. “You have real boobs. I like them.”

“They’re just bumps,” Karin chuckled, really liking how it felt to have someone touch her chest, especially a girl as special as Sora was fast becoming to her. She’d discovered masturbation just over a year ago, after catching another, older girl at it in the bathroom one day, and had always liked to tug and play with her long nipples, but Sora’s hands felt a hundred times better. The girl seemed to like touching her, too. “Ayaka’s the only one of us that has anything like real ones. Hers are probably bigger than Isana’s.”

“D’you think she’d let us touch them?” Sora asked with an amused smile, happily fondling Karin. Then she paused to give each of the girl’s nipples a gentle pinch.

Karin shivered at the surprise rush of pleasure that passed through her body. Her nipples had never felt that good before. It was like they’d been zapped. “Do that again!” she gasped.

“Pinching them?” Sora asked, with a happy smile of accomplishment on her face. “It feels good?”

“Yeah!” Karin answered with a definite nod. “It really makes me tingle.”

“Hmmm.” This time Sora pinched both at the same time and when her fingers twisted a little as she applied pressure, Karin felt even better.

“Wow, Sora,” Karin said in amazement, staring down at her adorable sister. She’d never have thought her breasts could feel so good. Wanting to see if Sora would like it too, Karin reached down with one hand and gave Sora’s left nipple a pinch.

“Ooh!” Sora’s eyes opened wide.

“See?” Karin laughed. “It’s a lot better when someone else does it.”

“That felt really good,” Sora said, her smile proclaiming how good a time she was having. Then she frowned again in confusion. “Karin, why is there something wet on my legs?”

At first Karin was confused too and looked down. She rose up a little for light and saw that her still hairless lower lips were incredibly wet and slightly open from her excitement. Below her, right under where her crotch had been, was a wet spot on Sora’s thigh. She looked up to smile at the younger girl as her desire bloomed all over again. “It’s from me, and maybe you a little, Sora. Did you have sex-ed in school yet?”

“No, that’s next year,” Sora replied warily, but obviously curious. “It’s from, er, that place?”

“Yeah!” Karin laughed, and saw a funny expression forming on her sister’s face that made her laugh harder. “It’s not gross at all, Sora, and it’s not pee. Haven’t you ever played with yourself down there?”

Sora’s face became less happy again. “I wanted to try it because my roommates did it a lot, though not with them there. But I never had any time alone. Somebody was always around, and I was too scared to try it in the showers. Is it nice?”

“Oh yeah, totally,” Karin answered emphatically with a nod. She leaned in close again so their faces were only inches apart. Sora even smelled good. “If you ever want to do it now that we live here, and you will want to, go right ahead. If you ever want some time alone, you tell me and I’ll go. If you want to play with your pussy, none of us will make fun of you. Because I know Ayaka does it, and there’s no way Isana went years without doing it either. So relax and smile again, okay? I like that a lot better.” She finished with a soft kiss to the tip of Sora’s nose.

“Okay, I will,” Sora laughed, her smile returning. “So what’s the wet stuff, if it isn’t pee?”

“Wellll… girls make some kind of slippery stuff from the sex and baby hole, the vagina I think, to make it easier for a penis to go inside,” Karin informed her, making a vague thrusting gesture with a hand and finger in the air that made Sora giggle. “I don’t remember what it’s called exactly, but that’s not important anyway. It comes out of girls when we are excited and want to do sex stuff. It means we’re horny!” They both laughed at that. “It felt really good when you were touching me, so of course I got wet.”

Sora seemed content with the answer, and Karin felt pride at being able to be the older, informed sister. Then Sora’s expression became even more excited, and Karin’s heart beat a little faster in an instinctive response. Sora’s face came up towards hers and Karin felt surprise, then a heady rush of pure pleasure as small, warm lips touched hers again in a real kiss.

“I really like kissing you,” Sora explained softly, her cheeks reddening under Karin’s wonder-filled eyes. “It feels special.”

In response, Karin rested herself more fully on Sora’s slim body, and they both moaned deeply as she returned Sora back and held her tight.  This time it was a much longer kiss, containing all their thrilling new emotions. Both girls lacked experience, so their lovemaking was a bit clumsy at first, but neither of them would have had it any other way. Their eyes slowly closed and they kissed again — then again, learning from each other’s lips as they went. Karin loved the soft, electric feel of the act and her brain buzzed from both her own pleasure and Sora’s.  The fact that she made Sora feel good enough to moan made it a thousand times more exciting, too.

As they explored each other’s lips, the kisses grew deeper and more passionate and lovingly intimate. Both girls lost their last traces of shyness around each other and just enjoyed the physical act of loving a girl. When Karin parted her lips at one point, Sora did the same and for the first time, their tongues touched and slid together. Karin felt a quiver run through Sora that echoed in her own body, then their lips separated and their lidded eyes carried deep emotions for a long moment of stillness. Karin saw the beginnings of real love for the first time in her young life and it made her head spin.

“Kissing is nice,” Sora eventually said, her affectionate eyes shining in open awe. She was also breathing a bit harder. “Thank you, Karin.”

Karin snorted with laughter, then smiled anew, hugging Sora a little more tightly. “You don’t have to thank me, because I enjoyed that just as much as you did. We did it together. But I think I’m going to be kissing you a lot from now on, if it’s like that! So be warned, okay?”

“Okay!” Sora agreed, playfully giving Karin another quick kiss. “Me too!”

Karen became distinctly aware again of the hot wetness between her legs, which had apparently quadrupled from Sora kissing her. It felt messy. She really wanted to do something about that, but then another thought entered her mind. She wanted to see all of Sora, especially the girl’s special places.

Slowly, so as not to alarm her sister too much, Karin started to slide down towards the edge of the bed. A curious Sora watched on, and Karin felt warm inside at the trust being given to her.  She wanted to make Sora feel really good, and at the same time, learn more about her while keeping that faith. When she was kneeling between Sora’s spread legs, Karin bent forward and down again towards her goal.

As her face drew closer, she heard Sora’s breathing increase greatly, but the girl said nothing in objection and actually rose up on her elbows to watch.

Karin paused with her face a foot away from Sora’s young pussy. “It’s so pretty, Sora,” she said in undiluted awe. This was the first time she’d ever actually had a good, close look between another girl’s legs. She’d never even looked at her own very much, but resolved to fix that soon. Sora’s flower was nestled between her smooth thighs, below a very pronounced pubic mound that was devoid of hair. There was a pair of puffy outer lips with bright pink wetness peeking from in between. At the top, Karin could make out Sora’s cute little clit.

“You think it’s pretty down there?” Sora asked.

“Yeah!” Karin affirmed, breathing in a scent of female muskiness. “It even smells pretty!”

Karin! Don’t smell me!” Sora complained, reflexively trying to close her legs. Karin’s head became trapped in a quite wonderful place, her nose almost pressed right into her sister’s sex. She breathed in deeply again and, because she liked the aroma so much, used her nose to rub side-to-side over the little bump that felt good to touch.

“Oh!” Sora’s legs popped back open and Karin looked up to see Sora staring down at her in astonishment. “What was that?!”

“It’s your pleasure spot, your clit,” Karin answered with a pleased grin. She pulled back just a bit, aware that her nose was wet, and lightly tapped her index finger on the indicated spot. Sora twitched. “It gets really sensitive and feels good to touch, right?”

“Yeah,” Sora replied. “Is your nose wet because of me?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Karin nodded happily. She traced along the soft lips of Sora’s opening, which felt deliciously hot and slippery. When her finger was coated with wetness, she thrust it up towards Sora’s face. “See? That’s from you, and it smells good.”

Sora used her own hands to hold Karin’s still and took an experimental sniff. “It’s… it’s not awful,” she said with relief. “It really is wet, though.”

“Okay, let me show you something incredible,” Karin said, taking her hand back, gently laying it on Sora’s vulva and beginning to rub the younger girl. Sora’s lower lips were engorged and very aroused and Karin’s actions produced small gasps of pleasure from the young girl.

Then Karin slowly spread Sora open and they both gasped, if for different reasons.

“The sex-ed lady was right, it’s like a beautiful pink flower,” Karin said, totally electrified by the sight of Sora’s most intimate place. She had a feeling of awe that Sora was letting her do this, trusting her to make it feel good. She could see everything, especially the tight little hole as it leaked juices. A sharp intake of breath when her thumb trailed down Sora’s labia reminded Karin that she was there to please her sister, not to play tourist on the girl’s cute body.

Deciding to imitate what she liked to do when she masturbated, Karin started to rub Sora with two fingers, up and down the lips and over the tender, pink insides. It soon got even wetter down there because Karin paid very close attention to Sora’s face, learning which places made her gasp or otherwise respond in sexual delight. Karin’s hands got so slippery that her finger accidentally slipped deep inside Sora’s very tight hole and they both jolted in surprise as the girl’s vaginal muscles gripped the invader.

“Karin!” Sora exclaimed loudly and sharply. Her eyes were wide open and her breathing sounded ragged. Sweat made her skin glisten. “I can feel your finger in me! It’s inside!”

“Did I hurt you?” Karin asked quickly, feeling hot, wet muscles squeezing her finger in pulses.

“Uhm…” Sora seemed too confused and aroused to talk and she shivered all over. Concerned for her sister, Karin tried to pull her finger out, but it brushed Sora’s erect clit on the way and the younger girl went rigid while gasping for air. Karin felt a hot liquid pouring onto her hand. She nearly panicked, then realized that Sora had just had a powerful orgasm. So good that Sora kind of just laid there for a bit, unmoving.

“Are you okay?” Karin asked.

“Oh, Karin… “Sora’s voice was wistful and soft as she lay on the bed, gazing at the ceiling with dreamy eyes. “That was so good.”

Karin let out a relieved sigh that stopped cold when she saw her hand. A pinkish-redness was in the wet stuff coating the finger she’d accidentally put inside Sora. She’d taken the girl’s virginity. She didn’t know if that was good or bad. Would Sora hate her for it?

“What’s wrong?”

Karin looked back up and saw that Sora was giving her a glorious smile and her face looked radiant in its sweaty messiness. She looked like she’d just experienced the most wonderful thing ever. Karin couldn’t lie to Sora about this though, so she raised her hand. “I… I broke your hymen.”

Sora stared at her for a moment, still looking happy, but confused by Karin’s concern. “Is that bad?” she asked. “Aren’t you supposed to let someone you love do that? I saw that in movies and stuff.”

“Yeah,” Karin replied, suddenly worried.

“Then… it’s okay,” Sora said, as if it was totally obvious.

For a moment, all Karin felt was confusion, then Sora’s face brightened in realization of this and she giggled. Then she sat up rapidly and flung her arms around Karin where she once again found small lips pressed to hers.

The kiss was amazingly intense. Karin had never seen Sora so determined, but she could feel her little sister’s fierce emotions through the act and her heart was thundering in response. After almost five minutes of being thoroughly kissed and kissing back, Karin pulled away.

“You’re not angry with me then?” Karin asked slowly, keenly feeling her own arousal burning away.

“Why?” Sora laughed. “It kinda hurt and felt good at the same time, but I was already feeling so good that when you pulled your finger out, I went boom!”

Boom?”

Sora scrunched her face as she tried to come up with an appropriate term for her sex. “”My… uh, pussy.” When it exploded and made me shake and feel shivery good. But that doesn’t matter.”

“It doesn’t?”

“No!” Sora beamed and her ears were quivering as her cheeks reddened. “You’re my sister, and I love you, so it’s okay.”

“You love me already?” Karin felt her cheeks heating and she also felt a renewed desire to kiss her sister, but she held back for now.

“Uh-huh,” Sora giggled, and snuggled close again. At first Karin didn’t get why Sora turned her head as she did so, but then she realized what Sora actually wanted, let out a laugh of her own, then licked at her sister’s long ear. Sora’s pleased giggling redoubled. “It feels so nice.”

“Now you know what an orgasm feels like,” Karin said, enjoying the closeness.

“Did we have sex?” Sora asked excitedly, jerking her head back to look Karin in the face while beaming happily.

“Uhm, kind of, I think,” Karin answered slowly, unsure. “I had sex with you, at least… because I made you come.”

Sora’s almond eyes widened and she looked suddenly intent. “Can I do it to you now?” Karin could tell this meant a lot to Sora, because there was a hint of vulnerability in her expression. “Then it has to count, right?”

“Do you want me to lie back like you were?” Karin asked instead, more than happy to let Sora do almost anything she wanted.

“Yes!” Sora became animated again, her ears twitching wildly with excitement.

Karin let herself be guided onto her back. She spread her legs, then grinned to see how eagerly Sora squirmed down between them. Wanting a better view, Karin dragged over a couple pillows and propped her head up as Sora got into place, imitating what Karin had done to her. Karin found it quite exciting to see her sister’s face looking between her legs so attentively.

“It’s all drippy wet,” Sora said with her most cheerful giggle. She looked up and Karin saw laughter in her brown eyes. Sora was certainly enjoying herself. Then the young girl went back to work, and Karin jumped when she felt a finger press rather firmly onto her very sensitive clit. “Your bumpy thing is kinda big, and it’s hard and squishy at the same time.”

Karin didn’t know where Sora got the idea, but as with her nipples, the girl gave her tender organ a solid pinch and Karin nearly wet herself; it felt so odd and wonderful at the same time. Sora seemed fascinated by her clit and Karin’s mind went a little blank from the sensations of small fingers exploring her slit while her bud was relentlessly attacked. She could feel herself being opened up, but it was a detached sensation, buried in with all the pleasure.  She did notice however, when Sora’s finger slipped inside her pussy and filled her.

“Ow!” Karin couldn’t help the painful exclamation of Sora finding her own virginal barrier. Sora paused and looked up at her with such a look of hopeful love that Karin nodded her acceptance immediately and without fear. She would give to Sora what Sora had given to her. “Go ahead.”

Karin felt her mind weaken again as Sora eagerly resumed her fingering. Sora seemed to know that breaking Karin’s hymen would be more painful than her own experience and she slowly worked that finger in and out of her wet entrance. When Sora finally plunged it all the way in, the pain was sharp and distinct, but Sora gave her no respite to dwell on it. Instead her finger thrust inside vigorously, driving her body onward.

“Sora…” Karin whispered, clawing her hands into the bed-sheets. Her sister’s finger was pressing very firmly on the inner wall of her vagina as it invaded, and she felt something like a strong need to pee, even as she felt her orgasm rising like an agitated snake. The tension grew and grew, seemingly without end, even as that odd pressure increased in an almost painful parallel. Finally her body could hold on no more. “Oh… God! Sora!”

The orgasm was like a wonderful, most pleasurable punch to the gut and head. Her body curled reflexively and she felt the pressure in her groin release all at once. Sora yelped loudly about something, but for several minutes Karin was captive to purest ecstasy. When she did settle back down, breathing hard as if she’d run a mile, she found that she was being hugged very tightly by Sora, who was smiling at her.

“Now we really had sex!” the younger girl laughed. There was no indication that she regretted anything.

“I’d say so!” Karin agreed and then noticed something. “Sora, why is your chest and neck all wet?”

“Your juice stuff squirted out on me,” Sora said with her now ubiquitous giggle, that Karin was fast learning to love. “I thought it was pee at first, but it doesn’t smell that way at all.”

“Sorry,” Karin said, laughing as well. She felt so much better now than playing with herself ever did. She wrapped her own arms around Sora and returned the embrace. Rolling them over so that she was on top again, Karin gave Sora a long, deep kiss. More kissing naturally followed until they both lay still, feeling oddly content.

“I love living here,” Karin said after a long while of companionable silence filled only by the birdsong from outside and Sora’s soft breathing. They’d shifted onto their sides a little so that Sora could nuzzle her face in by Karin’s neck. “I have a new kind-of-mom, my own room, a cool older sister, and an awesome little sister.”

“I love you too,” Sora replied, a pleased tone warming her voice. “Can we do this again?”

“Of course we can,” Karin said immediately, stroking one of Sora’s ears and drawing out a soft coo. “I loved every minute of it. You can also sleep with me whenever you want. But let’s not forget about Ayaka. I like her too, and Isana.”

“I know!” Sora giggled. “I want to try touching Ayaka too; she’s really nice for an older sister. Do you think she’ll want to?”

“She said last night that she was okay with things, but we probably shouldn’t be pushy,” Karin mused. “But I love her too, Sora. She gives wonderful hugs. Plus, I know Isana would love it if we wanted to do things with her. She sounded so happy that we didn’t freak out last night.”

“She feels nice too,” Sora agreed. “She grabbed my butt when we were in bed and I think she liked it.”

Karin frowned, and then moved her arms so that she could grope Sora’s butt properly. Sora gave a pleased giggle at the act and wiggled her behind encouragingly. “Your butt is pretty nice, Sora,” Karin told her, smiling. “It’s so round and soft.”

“And it feels good,” Sora smiled back and rubbed herself against Karin. When Sora’s smooth belly pressed over her mound, Karin felt a new pressure that was gaining strength and grimaced at the interruption.

“That was a weird face,” Sora informed her unnecessarily.

“Yeah, I know, but I have to pee really bad,” Karin admitted.

“Oh!” Sora responded with another laugh and an amused wiggle of her ears. “But I don’t want to let you go. This feels too nice.”

“Sora!” Karin moaned, feeling Sora wriggle herself. “I really am going to pee on you if I don’t go now.”

“Eeww,” Sora laughed, sliding back on the bed and setting Karin free.

“Yeah, eeww,” Karin agreed as she quickly darted into her bathroom and towards her toilet under the small bathroom window. When she seated herself, she saw Sora had followed her inside and was watching her pee with open curiosity. “Are you watching me?”

“I’ve never seen another girl pee before,” Sora said, inquisitive eyes locked on Karin’s crotch. “It kinda looks funny this way.”

When Karin was done, feeling a little pleasantly sore from their activities, as well as a little bemused by her sister’s odd interest in her bodily functions, her eyes flicked over her huge bath and an idea for later flickered into life. But there was also a rumble in her belly for food. Grinning, she snatched Sora’s hand and yanked her sister into her lap with a yelp.

“Okay, Sora,” Karin said once Sora was straddling her with an expression that said she very much liked being in that position. “What do you want first, breakfast or a bath?”

“Hmmm,” Sora mused over the question for a moment and then smiled with a chagrined look. “Breakfast. I’m really hungry.”

“Food it is, then!” Karin agreed, unable to decide if she was disappointed or not. After all, her own tummy seemed to agree with Sora. She got them standing again, and they walked back into the bedroom hand in hand. Karin gestured towards the pile on the floor containing Sora’s towel and her clothes from the previous night. “Do you want to go and grab some fresh clothes, then meet me back here?”

“Sure!” Sora quickly wrapped herself in the towel to hide her nudity and snatched up her dirty clothes in both arms. At the door, she turned and they shared one more lingering series of kisses before she giggled and bounced out, headed for her own room.

Karin felt a moment of mystified loss when Sora was gone, but quickly recovered. She’d see her again soon enough, and she also wanted to spend time with Ayaka and Isana. Setting her own dirty clothes aside with a mental note to ask about a hamper of some sort, Karin dug through her bag and pulled on a pair of plain pink panties, cut-off jean shorts and a loose, white tank-top shirt. Once done, she loaded the rest of her few belongings into the dresser as she awaited Sora’s return.

On to Chapter Six!

 

Little Flirt

  • Posted on March 18, 2021 at 3:39 pm

Author Unknown

Found this one ages ago, no idea where. I reread it a few days ago and found it worthy of sharing with you good people (after shining it up a bit). Do enjoy. — JetBoy

***

I stared at her beautiful face, the way I usually do when I see a pretty little girl when I’m shopping, walking along the sidewalk or in a store when a family comes in with a young cutie in tow.

Almost always, these girls turn away from my gaze. Which allows me to continue to stare without them knowing. Admire them and dream about them without their knowing. On rare occasions, they might glance at me a second time, but the result is still the same: they quickly turn away from my gaze.

If a mother catches me ogling their daughters — and they sometimes do — I always remark how pretty the girl is, which of course is the truth, and the mother is nearly always flattered.

This night, though, was different. I was dining alone in a neighborhood Chinese restaurant, had just laid my chopsticks to one side when I spied her. My God, she was exquisite. A pulse began to throb between my thighs, one that would have to be dealt with soon.

Then I got an unexpected surprise. This little girl returned my look with such an intensity that this time, I was the one who turned away first, embarrassed to have been caught out.

But I soon looked again, unable to resist temptation — and there she was, still staring at me. And she was so lovely, so flawless. I wanted to drink her in with my eyes. Let me absorb all of her, let her possess me.

Flirting with the eyes is very much an adult game, but what this girl was doing was definitely that, no mistake. She forced me to look away a second time, to scope out her mother and her older sister as I did to see if there was a clue in their faces that would explain her behavior. But no, they seemed perfectly normal, and oblivious of what the girl was up to.

The third time I looked, she was still staring at me. Only now she was smiling, a twinkle in her eye. Was that a wink I saw? No, couldn’t have been.

She was ten, maybe eleven. Just the age I prefer. It’s just tucked between things, isn’t it? Childhood is behind them. The hormone-induced, petulant teen years are ahead of them. Sometimes they’ve commenced puberty by then, but typically not. If their breasts have begun to form, there usually isn’t any body hair yet. I prefer it that way. The mound still smooth and bare, the chest only beginning to bud.

This time, as our gaze held, we were fully engaged. I wasn’t letting up. I needed to soak her in to keep me steady. Another victim of my secret life. I’m like a vampire that way. Needing the blood of another in order to stay alive.

She wanted me, this little girl, as much as I wanted her. But how could she? How could she know? Was she taught to stare down someone staring at her in? No, I didn’t think so. She was too circumspect. I saw her glance occasionally at her sister, who was across from her, and to the left at her mother who, if she’d been paying attention, would have caught us.

I don’t know how I knew it, but I did: this child of ten, maybe eleven, was already into girls. Maybe women. Perhaps especially women.

***

I had a little girl once, all to myself. It was ten years ago, back when I was in my twenties. I was employed as a nanny for an extended period of time.

Going into it, I didn’t even know I liked little girls. Oh, I knew I liked girls, or at least most of the time. Guys were okay too, at least back then. I wasn’t a complete lesbian at the time, but I soon would be.

This little girl and I would be inseparable for months, I knew that much when I took the job. I had no other responsibilities other than looking after her, and the parents were going to be out of the country. Needless to say, the thought of sex with my young charge never entered my mind. My mind was on how I could sneak girls into the house for a little hot fun without her knowing.

In the end, it was the little girl that seduced me. She was ten and, as it turned out, her own mother had taken advantage of the child’s innocence to serve their own needs. Now that Mommy was away, my little pixie decided that I was to be her new lover.

What she had in this relationship with her mother took some getting used to, as I came to understand what had become routine for her, what kinds of sexual things she needed to be happy.

Nearly every night after hours, Mommy would visit her bedroom, wearing nothing but a quickly discarded nightie. Daddy had typically turned in earlier; an older, very busy business man that had married Mommy when she was young and beautiful, a trophy. As an infant, she had breastfed my little girl in the nursery instead of bringing her into the master bedroom. Since there wasn’t any particular compelling reason to return to her husband’s bed, at least during the week, Mommy often didn’t. There was a full-sized bed in the nursery and she usually bunked there overnight.

As my little girl got old enough to graduate out of her crib and into that bed, Mommy was usually still there, spending the night with her little girl. The evening ritual of nursing, which was no longer necessary, was continued anyhow, supplemented with additional comforting activities that involved the mouth and the hands and being naked. Soon enough, these pleasurable games became rituals in and of themselves, Mother and daughter would fall asleep in each other’s arms, skin to skin, sharing caresses and sweet kisses.

It must have been emotionally wrenching, the business obligation that took Mommy away from that. It certainly was for my little girl. What was the mother to do, though? She was an equal partner in her husband’s business, and was obliged to join him for a six-month stay in Bahrain while a crucial deal was being hammered out. She knew that taking her daughter along would have been an ordeal for the child. So she stayed with me, the nanny, and we muddled along nicely — some might say, even thrived.

In the end, I more or less picked up where Mommy left off, and the little girl settled into a routine that was as anxiety-free and comforting as the one she’d before her parents had to leave.

Our bedtime ritual would begin with a bath or a shower. At her age, a shower was more useful, but sometimes she would insist on a bath so we could share the tub. We showered together too, but in the tub we could cuddle, be close. I could hold her between my legs. She could lean back against my chest.

After drying off each other with large, fluffy towels we would hold hands and padded naked into her room. Climbing into bed together, there was a chapter or two of whatever book we were enjoying at the time, taking turns reading to each other. And when the book was laid to rest for the evening, it was time for making love.

My little girl would roll onto me, cupping a breast in her hands and taking the nipple into her mouth. She would stretch her legs out straight, putting a knee on either side of one leg, then press her girlish center into my thigh, humping me.

The first time she did that, it was magical. I could feel the warmth of her smooth mound on my leg as she rode me. Even after I began to expect it as something we did every night, the pressure of her vulva against my thigh and her sweet hot mouth nursing from my nipple never failed to arouse me.

After nursing, my little girl would wrap her little arms around my neck and our lips would meet. Small pecks at first, but our kissing soon grew increasingly heated. If I rocked my hips up — and I was often instructed to, pulling my heels up to my bottom — our pussies would touch. We would gently stimulate each other this way, our tongues meeting, mingling.

Then my little girl would bring her smooth sex up to my mouth for me to love. Butterfly kisses to begin, of course, gentle enough to almost seem innocent. But shortly, the child would be grinding her slit into my face, wanting, expecting, desiring more direct contact, my lips on hers. I sought out her tiny clitoris and sucked it into my mouth.

It was bliss. My little girl, writhing on top of me, her juices flowing freely. I would often touch myself while I drank from her. Did Mommy touch herself then, while she kissed her baby girl’s cunt? I don’t know, I never asked. How could she have resisted the urge?

The little girl would pleasure herself on my face for quite awhile, until she came for me. Nothing tentative about it. She knew what she wanted, and wasn’t afraid to take it.

Like this little one I was checking out a few years later, sitting just beyond me at a nearby table. Something tells me that her personality is much the same as my former lover of ten.

She was staring at me, ogling me. I could feel my panties growing wet as her eyes so intently met mine. I wondered if there would be a puddle left behind in my seat when I arose.

Where is your bathroom? I asked a waiter — but slowly enough so that the little girl could read my lips. She said the same thing to her mother, who got up to let her out. I let the girl pass and was only a step behind her.

We were going the wrong way, though. I knew it, but she didn’t. She’d walked toward me, the restroom was the other way. But I could do nothing but follow her. I couldn’t give us away by correcting her. How would I know that she was going to the bathroom if I hadn’t been watching her so intently? Of course, where else would a girl her age be going? To the bar?

***

The last thing Mommy taught my little girl was how to pleasure her in return. The last barrier crossed. The taboos of lesbianism, incest and pedophilia fully mingled. Fully fulfilled. Taking pleasure from your daughter, pleasure that you might have found elsewhere but didn’t.

How it began. Can I do that to you, Mommy? Can I kiss you there, Mommy? 

Will you do this for me, honey? Can I show you what I like, little one?

My little girl would dismount my face and lower herself to my middle. She would part my labia, knowing where to find my clit without poking and probing around. She was always gentle with me. No lover had ever treated me so well. So considerate of my sensibilities. Her hands so soft, her mouth so skilled, her lips so sensuous, her tongue so engaging.

After licking me for a while, she would swivel her body around. She knew just when I was satisfied enough to want access to her sweet holes again. God, her cunt was so juicy… and even for a little girl, her aroma was intoxicating. I licked from the back forward and when I got to her anus, I moistened it with a few swipes of the tongue, then carefully inserted a finger. Once I was probing my little girl’s rectum, I clamped my lips onto her clit. She sucked on mine expertly. We came in waves, she and I.

Every night I was with her it was the same. We were insatiable, the two of us, drunk on one another.

***

We were headed to the bar, the little one and I. My intention was to set us going in the right direction with as little embarrassment and fuss as possible. Once we were far enough away from her family’s table, our conspiracy would not be revealed.

The bathroom is the other way. 

Oh. How come you didn’t you say so before? 

Just because. I thought maybe we would walk this way awhile, so it would seem neither one of us knew where we were going. 

I still don’t — but I’ll follow you. Do we have to go back by my mom and sister? 

No. It’s that way, but let’s go to the bar so that we can pretend we asked directions.

Good plan. Already a full blown conspiracy — and I didn’t even know this girl, did I?

***

My little girl and I would snuggle as we recovered from our exertions, struggling for breath. I think of how much pleasure we derived from one another. Night after night. Was it worse or better for her because I wasn’t her mother? Weren’t we just two strangers who had become lovers? Might she think of me as her mother? These thoughts of mine, and many more like them, would remain unspoken forever. Drifting off, we would sleep soundly in each other’s arms.

The morning would bring a new day filled with child carrying, child entertainment, child functions like school and sports and birthday parties. The night time would repeat itself, over and over again. Was it too much responsibility for a girl so young? She never complained. Was it too much responsibility for me? Never.

***

Luckily we were the only ones in the bathroom when we finally got there.

You’re very pretty, she said. I couldn’t stop looking at you. 

You are very pretty too, I replied, and I couldn’t stop looking at you either. 

We faced the mirrors in the bathroom, each staring at the other — a reflection instead of the real thing, with nothing to protect ourselves from what might happen next. What I wanted to happen next. What did she want? She was so young. But my little girl had been young, too.

***

What happened with me and my little one? Her mother returned. Earlier than expected. Earlier than we both expected.

What have you two been up to? What stories has my little one told you? 

Not only stories, Mommy. We acted them out. 

Oh, you did? 

Yes, and we still do. Every night. 

Oh, you do? Well, I’m back now. 

What should we do so that we don’t make a mess of this? I wanted to know.

We’ll be together for awhile. The three of us. We owe it to her. You owe it to me. 

I owe it to you? You started this, I just pretended to be you. It wasn’t easy at first, now it’s impossible to imagine life without it.

You’ll just have to deal with that. She’s my daughter, you know. 

Yes, of course I know, she learned from you. 

I learned from her.

The three of us were lovers for several months. I had learned how to love little girls from the daughter and I applied what I’d learned to her mother. We were incredibly happy, the three of us.

***

My new friend and I entered a stall together. She pulled her jeans and panties down. I squatted before her. She leaned forward and brought her lips to mine. The kiss was soft at first, but my head spun when the tip of her tongue shyly slipped into my mouth. The next thing I knew, we were kissing like lovers. My pulse was racing as we finally parted.

How do you know how to do that, honey? 

From when my mother kissed me. 

Like that? 

Well, maybe not like that, but I felt like kissing you like that. 

She stood up, but left her pants down around her ankles. I picked up my skirt and pulled down my panties before I sat down. As I did, she touched me and touched herself.

How do you know about all of this? 

I just do, why? 

Because you’re so young. 

I talk to my friends. I touch myself — masturbate, Mommy calls it. I read stuff on the internet.

We kissed again. I touched her. She moaned, grinding her smooth sex against my hand.

It was too much for me to resist. I lifted her up, setting her bare bottom down on the toilet seat. Kneeling before her, I burrowed between those thin thighs, nuzzling this lovely child’s slit. My tongue emerged to take a lick, and she shivered.

I wanted to make love to her for hours, but minutes were all we had. So I went down on my little girl lover, using everything I know to bring her off quickly. Once she was warmed up and whimpering with pleasure, I sought out her clitoris, gently nibbling at the tiny pearl.

With an astonished gasp she was coming, squeezing my face between her thighs, gripping my head with both hands. I kept the good feelings coursing through her, the tart honey of the child’s climax flowing down my throat like wine. I was drunk on this luscious nymphet, drinking from her until she pleaded for me to stop.

I rose from aching knees, leaned to kiss the rosebud of her mouth. She returned my kiss joyously, tasting herself on my lips and liking it. Our tongues entwined, Our tongues entwined, and we moaned together.

She wanted to pleasure me, to return the pleasure I’d shown her. I felt her hands fumbling for the clasp of my skirt. I stopped her, though. This place was much too dangerous for our lovemaking. She was disappointed, but understood.

I nibbled at her ear. How do I reach you? How do I talk to you again? 

She whispered her email address.

We kissed again, still touching each other intimately. One additional moment and it would have been beyond my ability to control it, to end it. I would have had to steal away with her. Maybe that would have been the best thing for both of us. But we didn’t. We pulled ourselves together, kissed one more time, even more passionately this time, and left the restroom.

I’ll write you tonight, I whispered as she walked ahead of me to our respective tables.

She mouthed the words I love you as she got back to her seat beside her mother, then gave me a sweet smile.

The End

 

Birds in Flight, Chapter 6

  • Posted on March 12, 2021 at 3:13 pm

by Girl Lover

The next morning, Linda awakened early, needing to pee. She drew the blanket back, but the chilly air in the room changed her mind. She quickly jerked the blanket back over her nakedness, snuggling close to Jill for warmth.

Then she heard a quiet giggle coming from the other bed, followed by Madison’s voice, “Ohhh, you’re all gooey!” There was a pause, then she added, “Tastes kinda yummy, though.”

Jill’s eyes popped open, and she frowned. “What the hell are those two up to?”

Now Linda sat up. “Emma, what are y’all doing?” The girls were completely concealed by their blanket, but the movement underneath made it obvious that something was going on.

“Nothiiiiiiiiiiiing…” Emma’s voice came from underneath the blanket, followed by a giggle. Then she whispered, “No, not there. That’s my butthole!

Linda crawled out of bed, quickly donned her nightshirt, then pulled back the blanket covering the two little girls.

Her mouth dropped at what she saw. Both girls were naked. Emma was stretched out on her back, legs spread wide, with Madison lying between them. “She wanted to know how we, um, made love,” Emma told her before looking back at Madison, “Okay, now move it around some.”

Linda’s eyes widened even more when she saw what Madison was doing. There was something sticking out of Emma’s vagina. “Wh…what is that?!” she gasped.

Emma grinned sheepishly. “My hairbrush.”

Jill sat up in bed, angling for a good look. “Wow! Wasn’t expecting that!”

Linda winced. “Emma! Don’t put your hairbrush in — in there!”

“Why not?” Emma asked, “You put your whole arm in Jill.”

That seemed to astonish Madison. “She did?”

“No, I didn’t!” Linda protested, her cheeks quickly turning bright pink.

“She did too,” Emma told Madison, “You shoulda seen it, too. She stuck it all the way up to here.” Emma pointed halfway up her arm.

Linda’s mouth dropped open, and Jill burst out laughing at the flustered look on her lover’s face. Spinning around, Linda glared at Jill, “It’s not funny!”

Jill climbed out of the bed to take Linda’s arm, leading her away from the children. “Let them have fun,” she said. “That’s what sex is all about. Besides, I want to watch!” Falling back onto the bed, Jill pulled Linda down with her, cradling the ten-year-old in her arms as they lay on their sides, watching the two little girls. Jill slipped a hand under Linda’s nightshirt to fondle her budding breasts.

Emma jerked slightly, “Ooh, right there.”

Madison wiggled the hairbrush, asking, “Here?”

“Yeah… oooooh,” Emma moaned, closing her eyes, “That feels soooo nice.” Linda watched as her sister began to succumb to pleasure Madison was giving her as she wiggled the brush around. Every now and then, she would make a face. At first, when that happened, Madison asked, “Does that hurt?”

“No, I like it. K-keep going,” Emma answered in a quivery voice, clenching her hands.

Suddenly Linda felt Jill roll her onto her back, then start to tug her nightshirt off. “Don’t!” Linda exclaimed. “They’ll see us.”

“They’re too busy with each other,” Jill said as she tossed the nightshirt on the floor, leaving her young lover naked. Her hands gliding over Linda’s bare body, she kissed the girl longingly. “And I can’t wait anymore.” Her lips moved down Linda’s neck and to her chest, then she centered her attention on the ten-year-old’s nipples, flicking the puffy buds with her tongue before continuing on her downward journey. Pausing when she reached the girl’s tummy, she nuzzled Linda there, loving its softness.

Then Jill lay between Linda’s legs, gazing in awe at her young lover’s sex, adorned with the lightest sprinkling of fine down. So beautiful, she thought, reaching out to caress the pouting cleft, pleased to find it slightly moist.

“Oh, Jill,” Linda whispered, “I love you…”

Placing her hands on Linda’s parted thighs, Jill leaned in to kiss the girl’s slit, then traced it with her tongue. Its taste was every bit as luscious as she remembered. Eager for more, she began to lick harder, deeper.

Linda watched, entranced by the sight of Jill making love to her, then she glanced over at her little sister, only to discover that Emma was looking right back. Madison was still using the hairbrush handle on Emma, but now she was licking her pussy, too — that place up at the top that made you feel better than just about anything. Jill said it’s called the clit, Linda recalled

Each was unable to tear her eyes from the other. Sister watched sister in the midst of their mutual pleasure, which somehow got them even more excited.

Emma suddenly gasped, her eyes going wide. “Oh, yeah,” she moaned. “Ooooohhh… d-don’t stop, Madison, don’t stop!”‘

It’s happening, Linda thought. Madison’s making her come!

Those incredible tingly feelings were building inside her, too, but Linda continued to watch Emma as she arched up from the bed, clutching frantically at the sheets. A low whine escaped through the child’s gritted teeth, her face contorted as if she was hurting inside. But Linda knew that what her sister was going through at that instant was anything but painful.

The sight of Emma’s ecstasy was enough to push Linda over the edge. She began to come, shivering with delight as Jill took her to that happy place, filled with warmth and light. It’s like… it’s like my body is shining, she thought. Shining like a star at night.

Finally, she lay quietly, enjoying that gentle floating sensation you got after doing sex. She felt Jill stretch out alongside, felt loving hands caressing her chest.

Hearing a sudden shriek of laughter, Linda opened one eye to see Emma and Madison playfully wrestling. Then the little girls paused, gazing into each other’s eyes, and drew together in a kiss that quickly grew heated and clumsy, their tongues sparring as if the wrestling match was still going on.

The sight roused Linda, made her want to make love to Jill. She sat up, looking down at her lover. “Do you want me to…?”

Jill nodded seductively, “Oh, yeah.”

Linda placed a hand on Jill’s breast. Somehow, she couldn’t help but be drawn to them. Probably because I don’t have any, she thought. She poked it, then pushed the nipple inward till it disappeared. She cupped both breasts, marveling at how nicely they jiggled.

Jill watched all this, rubbing her pussy as Linda felt her up, unable to wait any longer. She avoided touching her clit, though, because she knew it would make her come right away. Jill wanted to get her orgasm from Linda, but the girl was having too much fun playing with her breasts to stop.

Finally, she spoke up. “Hey.” Linda looked at her. “Why don’t you play with my pussy for a while. I really need to get off.”

“Okay,” Linda cheerfully replied. She scooted down to lie on her belly, pausing to study Jill’s vulva. “Do you want me to use my tongue or my fingers?”

“You decide,” Jill told her, fondling her breasts.

Moving closer, Linda took a hesitant lick, still worried about the possibility of getting pee in her mouth. But she soon recognized the familiar taste that she was coming to love. Her fears laid aside, she began to lick deeper, harder, occasionally sucking at the juicy flesh.

A giggle suddenly startled Linda. She quickly sat up to see Emma and Madison standing next to the bed, still completely naked, hands over their mouths.

“What are you laughing at?” Linda demanded, scowling at the girls. “You guys were doing this exact same thing, just a minute ago!”

“It’s still funny to see,” Emma said, grinning.

“Leave us alone for a little while, girls,” Jill told the youngsters. “You had your time together, now let us have ours. Go watch TV. Not too loud, though.”

Emma took Madison’s hand. “C’mon. Maybe there’s some cartoons on.” The girls padded back over to their bed, Emma pausing on the way to get the remote. She switched the set on, and they settled down.

Jill turned back to Linda. “There we go,” she said, lying back.

A snort of laughter from Emma caused Linda to briefly jerk her eyes over in that direction. Convinced that the girls were absorbed in whatever they were watching, she returned to licking Jill’s pussy.

Reaching down, Jill spread her labia apart, opening her cunt to Linda’s probing tongue. True, the ten-year-old was clumsy and inexperienced at giving oral. Jill didn’t mind, though, because Linda was such a giving lover that just watching her was a pleasure in itself. So sweet and innocent, she thought. I love that.

Jill’s gaze shifted to Linda’s chubby butt, and she licked her lips. That’s something else I love about her, she mused. I’ll have to give that ass some special attention before we’re done. Closing her eyes, she relaxed, at peace with the world there was no hurry, and Linda was making her feel wonderful…

“Jill, we’re hun-gry,” Emma’s voice came from across the room. Linda looked up, clearly irritated, but didn’t speak..

Jill rolled her eyes. “Give us some time to finish, okay? I’ll make pancakes in a little bit.”Suspecting that Emma wouldn’t stop pestering her for breakfast, Jill decided that she had to speed things along. Using her fingers, she exposed her clitoris. “Hey, Linda, Want to make me come really hard? Lick me here. Actually, why don’t you suck it? That feels even better.”

Linda slowly nodded. “That’s the clit, right?”

“You got it,” Jill replied with a grin.

Drawing nearer, Linda took the inflamed nubbin between her lips. The sight of the little girl’s cute mouth pressing into her cunt sent Jill’s excitement soaring, then when Linda began to suckle her clit, Jill rocketed off in less than a minute. She cried out, her body jerking, then dissolved into a warm, comforting haze.

Linda crawled up, nestling against her. “Did I do it right?” she whispered.

“Oh, you did it perfectly.” a dazed Jill mumbled, wrapping both arms around her underage lover. “That was so good.”

“Aren’t y’all done yet?!” Emma called, an annoyed tone to her voice.

Jill sighed in frustration, then growled, “Yeah, yeah, we’re done!” Turning back to Linda, she said, “I guess we really should get a move on. We need to get to Whitlash before it gets dark.” She threw back the blanket and got to her feet.

“Yay! Time for breakfast!” Emma cried, thrusting her fists into the air.

“Yay!” Madison echoed. The girls were both still nude, snuggling together on the other bed.

“I oughta eat you for breakfast, you little stinker,” Jill said to Emma, but with a smile. “I’ll make pancakes, but not until everyone’s cleaned up and dressed. Who’s first for the shower?”

“Us!” Emma declared, seizing Madison’s wrist. Giggling with delight, the naked children scurried into the bathroom.

“How about that,” Jill said as the door closed. “I guess your sister found herself a lover.”

“I know! Isn’t it great?” Linda wore a huge smile. Climbing out of bed, she wrapped her arms around Jill. “I love you, my angel,” she said.

“I love you too.”

Later, as they ate, Jill consulted the map. Linda came over and joined her. “It looks like we’ll get there late this afternoon,” Jill told her.

“When was the last time you saw your Gramma?”

“A few years ago, when she came to visit. She and my parents had a big argument and they told her they never wanted to see her again. She would call every Thanksgiving and Christmas, but my parents wouldn’t talk to her, they would just hand the phone to me. Sometimes I would call her if no one else was home.”

“What’s she like?”

“She’s great. Y’know, the way you expect a grandmother to be. You’ll see when we get there.”

Before they left, Jill called her grandmother to let her know they would be there soon. Two days ago, Jill had told her that she would be bringing a couple of girls with her, but didn’t go into any great detail.

“I’m ready for you, dearest,” Gramma replied. “I put fresh linen on the beds, and I’ve got a huge supper planned for tonight. You girls are in need of a home-cooked meal by now, I’m sure!”

“It sounds amazing, Gramma,” Jill said, “We’ll get there before dark, I hope. Love you!”

They packed their bags, then carried them out to the car, noticing right away that the sun was out for the first time in a while, and the day promised to be mild and beautiful. Jill dropped off the key, then they piled into the car and set off. Before long, they crossed the state line into Montana, then got onto the highway that led to the small town where Jill’s grandmother lived, where they traveled for a good part of the day.

The hours passed. Instead of stopping for lunch, Linda made sandwiches for everyone, though only Madison ate with any enthusiasm.

Finally, late in the afternoon, Jill slowed down to point at a road sign. “Whitlash! This is it!” The girls cheered as she turned onto a highway exit, which took them to a single-lane road. Everyone looked around excitedly, but there wasn’t much to see.

“It’s a pretty small town,” Jill said. She kept driving, carefully watching for where she was supposed to turn. They passed the school, a K-12 facility that served the whole county. They drove by a grove of trees with a river flowing behind, then Jill turned off on a narrow unpaved road that led to a house.

Jill brought the car to a slow stop, then switched off the ignition. For a long while, nobody moved or spoke. They just stared at the house, scarcely able to believe that after such a long trip, their journey was at an end.

Eventually, Jill opened the door and emerged from the car, squinting in the bright sunlight. As she did, the door of the house opened and a short, robust woman in her mid-fifties stepped out. For a moment, the woman stared as Jill slowly walked up to her on the gravel path.

“Jill?” the woman called out.

At the sound of her name, everything that had led them here — the bullying, falling in love, being separated, leaving her parents forever — it all came spilling out, and she was unable to hold it back. Jill stumbled forward, her eyes streaming tears until she fell into her grandmother’s arms.

Gramma held the weeping teen tightly, close to tears herself at seeing her granddaughter for the first time in two years. After a long, comforting hug, she gently broke away, smiling at Jill. “You’re here,” was all she said.

Jill nodded, still sniffling. Looking past her granddaughter, the older woman noticed the other girls, hesitantly climbing out of the car.

Turning around, Jill beckoned to them, “Gramma, this is Linda, her sister, Emma… and this is our friend Madison.”

Gramma nodded to each of them, then introduced herself with a warm smile. “I’m glad to meet all of you. My name is Mabel. Now, let’s bring your stuff inside and get you girls settled in.”

They followed Mabel, tromping up the steps to a large porch that ran the length of the house, then entering a spacious, rustic living room. It was a familiar sight to Jill, but the younger girls looked around at everything in awe, as if they were in a museum.

“Your room is just how you left it all those years ago, Jill,” Mabel told her, “The others can share the guest room. The bunk beds will hold two… I’ve got a cot that can go in there, too.”

Jill hugged herself nervously. “Uh, Gramma… Linda will be sleeping with me.”

Mabel gazed at her granddaughter for a moment, then quietly asked, “Is she what your parents weren’t able to accept?”

Jill nodded, “She’s why I had to leave. And we couldn’t leave her sister behind with her mom. Their mom was really bad, she abused them. As for Madison…” They both looked over at the timid little girl, who was looking at books on a shelf. “We found her at a gas station. She was homeless, living on the street. We couldn’t just walk away. I’m almost certain that she comes from an abusive home, too. We decided to make her part of our little family.”

“The poor dear,” Mabel murmured. “You did the right thing, Jill.”

Linda was peering out the patio door, fascinated by the enormous backyard. Emma and Madison drifted over to look, too. Turning to Mabel, Linda asked, “Can we please go outside?”

“Of course,” Mabel told her.

Linda opened the glass patio door, and soon she, Emma, and Madison were out under the bright blue sky, looking at the wildflowers in the meadow that rolled out before them. Jill and Mabel followed them onto the back porch. They watched as the girls began to caper about, chasing butterflies and picking flowers.

Mabel turned to her granddaughter. “How did this happen, Jill?”

Jill didn’t answer at first, her face growing troubled. “At school, I used to be a different person, Gramma. I… I wasn’t very nice. Me and my friends were pretty popular and thought we were better than everyone else. We only hung out with cool people, and everyone else was beneath us.” She sighed heavily. “It’s not something I’m proud of.”

“Oh, Jill, I can’t believe that you could be like that.”

“I was, though,” Jill insisted, “We didn’t care about anyone else. We were mean to people. And when my friends hurt Linda. I j-just stood by.” Her lower lip was trembling, her cheeks were flushed with the shame she felt, but Jill managed to keep from crying.

She took a deep breath, then continued, “But then… I made them stop bullying her. I became her friend. I lost all my friends for it, but by then I didn’t care. I knew then that I, um, needed to be a better person than I was.

So after that, Linda and I started hanging out and… well, we fell in love. One thing led to another and then… we kind of, um, did stuff together, and Mom and Dad found out about it.”

Jill’s voice had dropped to a whisper at that last part, and she timidly glanced at her grandmother to see what she thought, but Mabel simply said, “Well, I can see why your parents wouldn’t have approved.”

At this point, Jill was near tears, “They called me a child-molester, Gramma, but I’m not. I love Linda. I tried to explain, but they wouldn’t listen. Said that what I was doing was wrong.” Jill wiped her eyes. “I was practically a prisoner in my own home. They shut me up in my room, took my phone… then they sent me to this horrible church school. And Linda… I wouldn’t ever get to see her again. I had to make a choice. My parents or my love.”

Mabel reached out, drawing Jill into her arms. She held her granddaughter for a while, then began to speak. “About what you were in the past, sweetheart… it’s plain to see that you’re not that person anymore. You’re a good girl who fell in love with someone that your parents didn’t approve of. But I can see how much you love this girl, and all that you’ve sacrificed in order to take care of her.” Gently breaking their embrace, Mabel looked out at the girls. “Love is the most precious gift we have in this life… but it can hurt you like nothing else. It’s worth the hurt, though, remember that. Love is always worth it..”

Jill turned and joined her grandmother, watching the girls frolic in the field.

***

“Mabel, can we go swimming in the pond? Puleeeeease?”

Mabel glanced up from watering her plants on the back porch to see Emma and Madison looking back at the nearby pond with its walkway. Madison wore a hard-to-refuse look on her cute face that Mabel was already familiar with.

“I suppose it’s okay,” Mabel replied, “The water’s pretty cold, though. Do you girls have swimsuits?”

They both shook their heads. Emma asked, “Can we just go in our undies?”

Mabel laughed. “I guess you’ll have to.”

Both girls grinned as they hastily stripped down to their underpants, then raced down the wooden walkway to the pond, giggling all the way. Leaping into the water, their laughter quickly turned shrieks as the shock of the icy water hit them. They got used to it, though, and were soon splashing one another gleefully. It looks like they feel at home here, Mabel thought as she watched them. That’s good. 

Putting her watering can to one side, she wandered over to see how they were doing. “Is the water too cold?”

“A little,” a shivering Madison answered.

“Hey, you kicked me!” Emma protested, splashing Madison, who giggled and kicked her again. Emma splashed her back and soon both were thoroughly soaked, their hair plastered to their bodies, squirming together in the water. Mabel had to smile at the sight. It’s been much too long since I’ve heard children laughing here, Mabel told herself. It’s funny… I never even knew how much I missed it.

After a while, Emma waded back over to the walkway. “I’m going to get a Coke!” she called back to Madison. Climbing out and almost losing her panties in the process, she ran back to the house, water dripping from her, wet underpants clinging tightly to her thin body, leaving nothing to the imagination. And Mabel couldn’t help noticing little Emma’s girlish charms. Oh, my goodness, she thought.

In the room she shared with Linda, Jill was unpacking, mostly clothes and a few odds and ends. She took everything out, except for one item that she left in her backpack, something that she would have to speak to Linda about later.

Jill put all the clothing she’d worn during their journey aside to be washed, then after putting away a few other things, she noticed a colored piece of paper at the bottom of one of the side pockets of her backpack. She couldn’t imagine what it could be and pulled it out.

To her surprise, it looked like a greeting card. She opened it and her face paled when she saw written on it, her own handwriting, I LOVE YOU, MOM & DAD. HAPPY BIRTHDAY. Her head swam in a moment of surreal déjà vu as she recognized the birthday card that she’d bought for her parents three weeks ago. With everything that had happened since then, it seemed more like several years had passed.

How happy she’d been in that life, with her birth family. And then she simply disappeared. She tried to imagine how that had played out. Her parents were at work. The school would have called her mom to ask why Jill hadn’t come to school. Her mom would have called Dad in a panic. They would have gone to the school. She wasn’t there. She wasn’t at home. She was gone.

Jill wasn’t sure what happened after that. At first, her parents probably thought she had been abducted. Then again, they might think that she’d run away to be with Linda. But if they investigated the matter, they would surely discover that Linda had disappeared as well, along with her even younger sister. They probably wouldn’t even want me back after that, Jill thought.

The days would pass. And every now and then, Jill’s mother or father would look in at her empty bedroom, wondering what happened…

“Jill?”

Startled, Jill gasped, swiveling around to see Linda. “Wh-what?”

Linda studied her, looking worried. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” Jill extended her arms, and Linda came over to hug her tightly, “I just… I had a moment that I needed to process.”

“Mabel says supper will be ready in about half an hour. Till then we’re gonna try and catch lightning bugs outside. D’ya wanna join us?” Linda asked.

Jill took a long look at the card in her hand, then laid it on the shelf, answering, “Yeah. Let me get something first.” Taking a pen and her notebook, she followed Linda out to the porch. “Go ahead, have fun,” Jill said. “I want to work on something.”

She seated herself in one of the porch chairs, watching the girls play for a while before opening her notebook. Seeing her parents’ birthday card put her in a mood to try and make something of the powerful feelings she had at that moment, of what she had lost and gained. Reading Linda’s My Angel journal on the previous night had also inspired Jill to put her own thoughts into words.

For the next half hour, Jill scribbled crossed lines out and rewrote others, soon realizing that what she really wanted to compose was a poem. Every once in a while, Linda came over, curious to see what she was doing, but Jill would close the notebook, promising to let her read it when she was finished.

Finally, Jill had a few lines that satisfied her. She was proud of how she’d been able to make them rhyme, but more importantly, they expressed her feelings.

Just as she was putting her pen down, Mabel came out on the back porch, calling out, “Suppertime!” The girls came running in from the field, and Jill followed, though taking a brief detour to put the notebook in her room before joining the others at the table..

Like the rest of the girls, Jill could only gaze in awe. Laid out before them was a sumptuous feast. Roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, corn on the cob, asparagus, dinner rolls and a jug of milk. At a nod from Mabel, they all sat down, with Emma exclaiming, “Finally! Something else besides sandwiches!”

They filled their plates, then tucked in. Watching her guests eat, Mabel said, “I must say, it does feel good to see this empty old house come to life again.”

They all ate to their hearts’ content, finishing off the meal with thick slices of apple pie, then lounged about in front of the TV until it was time for bed.

As Jill washed the dishes, Linda took Emma and Madison to their bedroom, tucked them in, and turned out the light, whispering, “Good night, girls,” as she left. Linda into the room next door, the one she and Jill were to share. She glanced around in a state of awe as it sank in that this was her new home, so different it was from the filthy trailer that she used to live in.

She unpacked, put away her things, then took out her notebook, the one titled My Angel. Opening to the newest blank page, she began to write.

Moments later, Jill entered, smiling when she saw what her young lover was up to. “What’re you writing?”

Looking up, Linda gave the older girl an adoring smile, “About everything that’s happened so far. How happy I am to be here now, with you.”

“Hmmm. Let’s see what you’re saying about me,” Jill gently took the notebook from Linda’s hands. Reading aloud, she spoke, “‘Today, we finally got to Jill’s gramma’s house. It’s really big and lovely and has a lot of really old things. Emma and Madison absolutely love it. This will be so good for them.’” Jill paused briefly, then added, “‘And tonight, I’ll fuck Jill so good she’ll be begging me to stop. I’m gonna stick my tongue so deep into her pussy…”

“I didn’t write that!” Linda protested, frowning.

Jill burst out laughing, “That’s what you were thinking, though. Wasn’t it?”

By then, the ten-year-old was blushing. “Well, yeah… but I wouldn’t say it like that. It’s not nice.”

Still chuckling, Jill handed Linda’s notebook back, pausing to kiss her forehead. Then going over to her duffle bag, Jill took out her own notebook, the one she’d had been writing in earlier, and solemnly handed it to Linda.

“This is what I was working on before supper. It’s not much, really. I, uh… I just wanted to tell you how I felt about us.” She watched nervously as Linda opened it, adding, “I’m not that good at writing, but I hope you like it.”

Linda bent over the notebook and began to read.

We met, it seems, such a short time ago.
You looked at me, needing me so.

Yet from your sadness, our happiness grew.
And I found out that I needed you too.

Our love kept us warm and though we’re alone.
We are a family and this is our home.

Tears came to Linda’s eyes. “Oh, Jill, this is… it’s so, so beautiful! I want to hang this up. No, I want to frame it. We need to buy a frame for this.”

“So, you like it?”

“I love it!” She gazed at Jill, her face alight with adoration. “I love you.”

Jill smiled. “C’mere, you,” she murmured. “I’m feeling kinda romantic right now..”

Linda laid the notebook on the dresser, then drifted into the older girl’s arms. Jill bent to kiss the ten-year-old, who willingly parted her lips to accept her lover’s tongue. They kissed for a long while, then Jill broke away. “Lie down,” she said, “I’m gonna give you a little show.”

As Linda sprawled out on the bed, Jill switched on the bedside lamp, then turned off the overhead light. In the dim illumination of the lamp, Jill took off her clothes in a very seductive manner, taking pleasure in being watched by her underage lover.

First she tugged her t-shirt up and off, twirling it around before tossing it into the corner. Unfastening the clasp of her jeans, she shimmied them down to her ankles, stepped out, then flicked the faded denim aside with a flick of the foot. Linda stared longingly at Jill, who was now stripped down to bra and panties.

Reaching behind, Jill unhooked her bra, letting it slide down one arm and drop to the floor, She bounced up and down a few times, making her breasts jiggle.

“Oh my gosh,” an awed Linda breathed, hugging herself.

But Jill wasn’t done yet. Spinning around, she presented her ass to Linda, then tucked both thumbs beneath the waistband of her panties, slowly working them down and off. She bent down low, putting both her holes on full display, then crawled onto the bed, moving as sensually as she could, finally lying down face to face with Linda.

“Wow,” the little girl breathed. “You’re the prettiest girl that there ever was.”

“Now it’s your turn,” Jill said. “Take your clothes off for me.”

Suddenly feeling self-conscious, Linda made a face. “I can’t do it like you. I’m not sexy.”

“Yes, you are. And you don’t need to do it like I did. Just let me see you naked.”

Hesitantly rising to her feet, Linda pulled her shirt up. “Take your time with it,” Jill told her. Linda’s arms slowed as the shirt slipped over her head, baring her upper half. She unbuttoned her pants, carefully took them off, draped them over a nearby chair, then grasped the elastic of her panties. “What do I do now?”

”Turn around, then take them off,” Jill said. “Let me see that cute butt of yours.”

Linda turned away and slowly tugged her plain white underpants down, wondering all the while if she was doing it right. She stepped out of them and stood in place, letting Jill see her from behind. “How’s that?” she asked.

“Sooooo hot. Now get your sexy little self over here!”

Crawling onto the bed, Linda laid down beside her older lover. Jill gave her a brief but torrid kiss, then asked, “How do you like our new home?”

“I love it,” Linda cooed, glancing around the room.

“Well, I love you.” Jill leaned in and kissed Linda, wrapping an arm around the girl to pull her close. Her tongue lightly tickled Linda’s parted lips before dipping inside.

Linda only hesitated for a moment before she returned the kiss, her own tongue joining Jill’s to play

Jill was intensely aroused. After all those nights in motel rooms, it felt so good to have a bit of privacy for lovemaking. She began to touch Linda’s childish body, letting her desire build until she was almost trembling. With one hand, Jill reached down to give the girl’s tender bottom a squeeze, while she slipped the other hand between Linda’s legs, extending the index finger to tease the ten-year-old’s slit.

While Jill fondled her, Linda reached out to cup the teen’s breasts, a wistful look in her eyes. “I wish mine were bigger,” she sighed, “so you’d have something to play with.”

Jill laughed. “I don’t know… a ten-year-old with tits would look kinda strange. Besides, you have plenty for me to play with. You have these adorable little buds here.” She caressed Linda’s swollen nipples, then gently rolled her over, adding, “And this cute little butt.” She swatted it, making Linda squeal. Jill bent down, rubbing her face against the tender globes. “God, I adore your butt. Every time I see you from behind, I wanna take your pants down and — and do sexy stuff to you.”

Jill trailed a finger through the cleft of Linda’s ass,, then laid down beside her young lover. There was something she’d been meaning to discuss with Linda, but what with everything that had happened to them, the opportunity has never arisen. Now that they had a real home with their own bedroom, Jill was ready to speak her mind.

“Linda, I wanted to ask you about something.”

The girl’s eyes popped open. “What?”

“It’s something new that I want to try with you. It’ll make sex even better for us, but I need to explain how it works.” This and the slight tension in Jill’s voice got Linda’s full attention. “Do you remember how I told you that I’ve had sex with a few guys before?” Linda nodded.

“Okay…” Jill thought about how she should explain this. “Well, you know how guys have dicks, right?” Linda slowly nodded. “Um, have you ever seen a dick before?”

Linda made a face. “My mom had this magazine laying around… it was all pictures of men with no clothes on.” She shuddered. “I only looked at it once. It grossed me out.”

“Okay, then. Remember how I got you to put your hand in me and push it in and out? That’s very close to how men and women fuck. Only the guy does it with his dick instead. Got that?”

The look on Linda’s face was priceless, a mixture of distaste and bewilderment. “Sure, I guess. Only… how come you’re telling me all this?”

Here goes, Jill thought. “Because… um, well, I want to fuck you like that.” Now Linda was staring at her as if she’d just grown an extra head, but Jill kept talking. “I know it sounds weird, but it feels really good, I promise.”

“B-but you don’t have a, a dick,” Linda protested, blushing in that adorable way she always did when saying a bad word.

“Wellllll… actually, I kinda do.”

Linda’s eyes narrowed. “You’ve got a boy’s thing? No, you don’t!”

Jill shook her head. “Not an actual dick. One made out of latex. Here, let me show you.” Getting out of bed, she rummaged through her backpack until she found what she wanted, then brought it over for Linda to see.

Linda cradled the rubbery object in her hands, examining the vinyl straps that were attached to it. “So, this is, um…”

“It’s a sex toy,” Jill explained. “A strap-on dildo, that’s what it’s called. I picked this up at Spencer’s at Highland Mall, just before we left Austin.”

“What do you do with it?” Linda asked, still perplexed.

“Well…” Jill took hold of the strap. “I use this to fasten the whole thing around my waist… and then it’s like I have a dick of my own. Then you lie down with your legs apart, I put it into your vagina, and then we’ll be fucking. Really fucking.”

Linda continued to study the dildo. “How can this go into me? It’s way too big!”

“It’s not, though,” Jill told her. “See, when you take something inside your vagina like a boy’s dick, or this… it, uh, opens you up, so you can fuck like grownups do, or even have a baby.”

“Opens me up?” Linda exclaimed, still baffled. “How does that work?”

“See, you have a piece of skin called a hymen that is inside your vagina. This,” she pointed at the strap-on, “will break that hymen, and then your pussy will be… deeper. Like mine. I guess that might seem kinda scary, but trust me — it feels really good.”

Linda looked nervous, “Will it hurt?”

“Just a little. It’s like getting your ears pierced. It hurts for a few seconds… then afterward, you’re really glad you did it.”

“My ears aren’t pierced,” Linda told her.

Jill looked. “Huh. Guess not.”

“It’ll only hurt for a little bit?” Linda asked.

“Yeah. That’s how it was for me, anyhow. I’ll be gentle with you, I promise..” She began to fasten the toy around her waist, adjusting and fastening the straps

“Can I hold you while you do it?”

“Of course you can. Now lie back, and I’ll get you ready.” Reaching for a bottle of baby oil she’d left on the dresser, Jill squirted a measure of the clear liquid into her palm, then coated the dildo with it. Dribbling a bit more onto her fingers, she used that to lightly anoint Linda’s slit.

“Oooohh,” the child sighed. “That feels nice.”

“Just you wait,” Jill said. She lowered herself until she was lying between Linda’s legs, then carefully positioned the tip of the dildo at the opening of her young lover’s vagina. “Are you ready?” Jill asked.

Linda wrapped her arms around Jill’s neck tightly, burying her face into the teen’s chest. “I — I think so,” she whispered.

“I’m right here for you,” Jill assured her. “Try to relax.” Slowly pressing forward, she eased the latex cock into the girl, pausing when the hymen’s barrier had been reached. “I’m going to break through now, okay?”

“O-okay,” Linda replied, clutching at Jill’s shoulders.

Jill drew back about an inch or so, then popped through the young girl’s hymen with a quick thrust. Linda gasped, “Oh!” her eyes suddenly huge.

“It’s over, baby,” Jill murmured, nuzzling Linda’s ear as she slowly withdrew from her vagina. “That wasn’t too bad, huh?”

“You were right… it only hurt a little.” Glancing at the dildo jutting from Jill’s groin, Linda gasped when she saw a few drops of blood on the tip of the toy.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Jill quickly said, “There’s nothing to worry about. That’s all there is. It’s all over.”

“There’s nothing else?”

“Nope. That’s it. You’re not a virgin anymore.”

“Um… so, what is a virgin?” Linda asked. “I’ve heard that word before, but…” She made a helpless gesture

“Someone who’s never had sex.”

“But we’ve been having sex,” Linda protested.

Jill smiled. “You’re right. Never mind. That’s how men think of sex, and it’s stupid.”

Linda cautiously slipped a finger into her pussy, wincing slightly. “Okay, I’m a little bit sore in here, but not much.”

Jill got to her feet. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” They went into the bathroom, where Jill bathed Linda’s vulva with a damp washcloth, then patted it dry with a towel. Linda poked her finger inside again, surprised to find that it went in deeper than before.

Once they’d exited the bathroom, Jill reached for the dildo and straps, then turned to her young lover. “Here, step through,” she said. “Okay, put your other foot in here.”

Jill fastened the straps as Linda watched in awe. Finally, Jill stepped back, grinning. “There. Now you’re a boy.”

Staring down at the rubbery cock, Linda gave her hips a twitch, giggling as it wobbled to and fro. “What do I do now?” she asked.

“You fuck me with it,” Jill told her.

Linda’s mouth dropped. “I — oh, wow,” she said.

Reaching for the bottle of baby oil, Jill rubbed some on her pussy, then knelt before Linda to coat the dildo as the ten-year-old stared down at her.

That accomplished, Jill climbed on the bed, rolled onto her back, then slowly parted her legs, making each movement slow and seductive.. “C’mere,” she cooed, beckoning to Linda.

Linda advanced forward as if hypnotized, unable to tear her gaze from the bare body of her older lover. The child mounted the bed, shuffling forward until she was kneeling between Jill’s thighs.

Spreading her cunt open with two fingers, Jill exposed the fiery pink flesh, now glistening with wetness . “Now go into me, just like I did to you.”

Linda looked at the dildo first, then Jill’s pussy. Nervously moistening her lips, she grasped the latex prick with one hand, placing the tip at the entrance of Jill’s vagina. She guided it inside, but only about an inch deep.

“What’re you doing?” Jill asked.

“I… I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not going to hurt me, babe. Remember, I’ve done this before. C’mon, put it in.”

“Um, okay,” Linda said, then began to push her hips forward, still too cautiously for Jill’s liking.

“All the way,” Jill coaxed her.

Linda meekly complied, her eyes widening at how deep she was able to go. Soon enough, the full length of the dildo was buried in Jill’s cunt. “Now what?” Linda asked.

“I told you, silly — you fuck me!” Jill exclaimed — amused, but also touched by her young lover’s innocence. ”Remember back at the motel, when you put your hand into my pussy and did me like that? This works the exact same way. Move your hips forward and back, so it goes in and out like you did with your arm. Okay?””

“Oh,” Linda said, her brow knitted in concentration. “Sure… I guess.”

Jill rolled her eyes. “You worry too much, kiddo. Look, I promise you’re not gonna hurt me… and, and even if you do, I promise not to get mad about it. Fair enough?”

“Sorry, Jill,” Linda said. “I’m ready now.”

With that, the girl slowly backed away until she’d withdrawn the slippery dildo completely, then carefully lined the head up and slid it back in, still moving slowly. She repeated these steps twice more.

Jill’s eyes drifted open. “It’s easier if you don’t pull all the way out, babe. Leave the tip inside me… then you won’t need to use your hands.”

“Oh. Oh, yeah, that makes sense.” Linda began to work her hips in a steady rhythm.

Jill luxuriated in the sheer lewdness of the moment, being fucked by her ten-year-old lesbian lover. It felt awesome, too. Even the careful, methodical nature of Linda’s strokes turned her on… so naïve, yet so hot.

As if to illustrate her point, Linda asked, “Am I doing it right?”

Jill sighed. “Yes, you’re doing it right. You’re doing it so right.”

Much as she enjoyed it, Jill didn’t think the cautious pace of Linda’s pumping hips would be enough to get her off, so she chose to lend a helping hand, reaching down to gently tweak her engorged clitoris.

Linda continued to work the cock in and out while Jill masturbated, feeling the white fire build higher and higher until she was panting like a dog, a massive orgasm crashing through her before she’d expected it. Jolts of helpless pleasure shook her body.

Alarmed by her lover’s spasms, Linda would have pulled out then and there — but Jill’s arm was tightly curled around the girl’s back, keeping her right where she was.

Finally, the teen lay spent, her grip relaxed. She seemed okay now, so Linda chose to remain still, the dildo still buried in Jill’s vagina.

When Jill opened her eyes, Linda asked, “Was that okay?”

Jill nuzzled the child’s face. “Oh Linda, that was wonderful. You made me feel so good. Thank you.”

“Uh… should I take it out now?” Linda asked.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, I guess you can.”

Linda slowly withdrew the glistening sex toy, then sat back, fumbling with the straps until she’d removed it from around her waist. “What do I do with it?”

Raising herself up, Jill said, “You give it to me.” She plucked the strap-on from the young girl’s hands, got to her feet, and stepped into the harness. “Now it’s your turn.”

That took a few seconds to register, then Linda’s eyes widened. “You’re g-gonna put that in me? The — the whole thing?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be very careful.” Jill pulled on the straps and tightened them. Arranging Linda on her back with her thighs parted, she rubbed more baby oil on the child’s vulva, carefully lined the tip of the dildo up with the vagina, then slipped a couple of inches inside. Linda sucked in her breath.

“You okay?” Jill asked. Linda nodded, clearly nervous, but trying to be brave.

Jill pushed the cock in a little further, and stopped again. With a determined grimace, Linda let out a small breath, then a few quick pants, as if she was running. Finally, she nodded, “Okay. I’m alright, I think. Just go slow.”

Carefully watching the girl for any signs of pain, Jill slowly eased the dildo the rest of the way. A long, low moan escaped Linda’s throat as inch by inch, it disappeared inside her. “Is this… uhuHHhhh, huh, huhh… oh my gosh, it’s… it feels s-so…”

“Okay,” Jill told her. “It’s all the way in.”

“It is?”

“Yeah. How’s it feel?” Jill asked.

“I –I don’t know. Really weird, b-but kinda good, too.”

“It should start feeling incredible in a little bit.” Jill slowly withdrew the toy, wriggled it back into the ten-year-old’s cunt as gradually as she could, then repeated the motion. Linda began to move to Jill’s rhythm, pumping her body with each steady stroke.

“How’s it feel now?”

Really nice,” Linda mumbled. It’s like… like… mmm, I don’t know.”Jill kept going.

Before long, she noticed Linda’s eyes glazing over with pleasure, Oh yeah, she’s feeling it. Once again, Jill asked the girl “How’re you doing?” — but this time she didn’t answer, only gave a low moan.

Realizing that Linda was about to come, Jill allowed her thrusts to become a little more vigorous, though she made sure not to push too hard.

Moments later, a pained expression crossed Linda’s face, then she suddenly inhaled sharply as her body seized up her fingers clawing at the sheets.

Jill stopped pumping, leaving the full length of the rubbery prick buried inside Linda as the young girl thrashed about, her moan rising to a shriek before she went completely limp. Moving with the utmost caution, Jill extracted the dildo. As the head came out Linda jerked, then lay still but for the rise and fall of her chest.

Swinging her legs to the floor, Jill stepped out of the strap-on harness, then brought the glistening toy to her lips, getting a good taste of her little girl lover. She placed the apparatus on the night table, then crawled back into bed, stretching out beside Linda. Reaching down to grasp the blanket, she drew it over their bare bodies.

A minute later, Linda opened her eyes, whispering, “That felt… magical.”

“I know.” Jill kissed her.

“Can… can we do that again tomorrow night?”

“As many times as you want,” Jill replied.

“I’m sleepy.”

“So am I.” Jill kissed her again., “Get some rest now. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

On to Chapter Seven!

 

Love Letter

  • Posted on March 8, 2021 at 4:08 pm

by Rachael Ross

{Original source and posting date unknown}

I was fourteen when my life changed forever.

I walked home from school then, since Our Lady of Lourdes wasn’t really that far from the house we lived in. Especially if I cut across the junior college campus, that saved a good 15 minutes. There were bathrooms there too, near the running track the college had, and I’d found that convenient on more than one occasion. The only thing was the restroom wasn’t really clean, there was a lot of graffiti on the walls, really dirty stuff that I sort of understood, well enough to know it was nasty anyway.

But it was kind of neat too, strange as that sounds. Mostly there were just little crudely drawn pictures of dicks and stuff, but there were messages too. Someone had spray-painted the left-most stall door with ‘DYKES ONLY’ and inside that one I’d found the most messages. They said things like ‘Friday night 9 pm – Gloria’ and ‘Golden Girl 342-1872 leave a message’… and a dozen more. Some were obviously old, some very new, but I never knew for sure if they were really real, you know? I mean, who would leave their phone number on a bathroom wall? And why? I was just fourteen, an only child, and a Catholic schoolgirl to boot; I tended towards innocence to say the least.

On this particular day, however, all that was to change dramatically. I was cutting across the track and decided to use the restroom, and get a drink of water from the fountain that was just outside the bathroom door. There was rarely anyone around, except on weekends, just one or two people who might be jogging and this day was no different.

But there was one girl who was just sitting on the bleachers nearby, not reading or anything, just sitting there like she was waiting for someone. I was aware of her watching me as I crossed the track infield slowly, unable to help but walk towards her since she was just a few feet from the bathrooms anyway.

I’ve always felt kind of awkward socially and things like getting close to strangers always sort of messes me up a little, especially back then when I was trying to grow in so many different ways. I wasn’t always comfortable with my body, even though people told me I was pretty. I was even less comfortable with thoughts and feelings sometimes. So maybe you can understand why I didn’t want to look at the woman who was looking at me, but I didn’t want to look away either. Or maybe it seems silly, but what can I say?

That’s what I was feeling as this woman, and she was at least 18, probably older than that even, stared at me. I figured she was a student at the college, and I sort of looked at her, but mostly I just looked at my feet. I had a little fear of tripping too, since that would make me feel like a total idiot.

She was tall, or so it seemed to me as she sat there. A lot taller than my five feet nothing, I’d bet. And blonde, with sort of fine straight long hair that she parted in the middle. I’m Amerasian, brown skin, black hair, brown eyes… sort of a little nose and almond eyes, but not a flat moon face or anything, thank God. She was wearing shorts, cutoff jeans all faded and frayed, and a plain white t-shirt.

I could see her skin was pretty pale and wondered if she worried about getting a sunburn. It was September, but still pretty warm. It’s the best time of year in Seattle, really. I wasn’t going to burn, not with my complexion, even though my skirt was pretty short. It was last year’s, but I hadn’t really grown that much, just a couple inches over the summer. I hadn’t really noticed at all, although my Daddy had told me I needed to get a couple new skirts or I’d give him a heart attack. I figured he was just teasing me, though he was deathly afraid I’d get a boyfriend.

I avoided eye contact with the woman as I walked past her, hugging a couple library books stuffed in my little backpack to my small but recently budding breasts. They were just lumps really and I didn’t even bother wearing a bra beneath the white cotton of my blouse since a blazer was part of the uniform anyway. But I’d left my blazer in my locker since it was so warm outside. My nipples were very dark though and I’d been regretting it all the while I walked, but especially as I walked by the woman on the bleachers. She was still looking at me, I could tell from the corner of my eye, and I thought maybe she even smiled a little, but I couldn’t be sure since I didn’t want to look. I just stopped to get a drink before I went in to use the bathroom.

As soon as I bent over and started drinking I realized that my short skirt had ridden up pretty high in the back. I could feel it but it would have been even more embarrassing to do anything about it like jerk my body upright again, which was my first instinct. Instead, I vaguely hoped the woman hadn’t noticed, since all she had to do was turn her head and she could have seen my white panty-clad butt easily. Probably she didn’t even see, I told myself. But I was blushing furiously as I quickly finished drinking and moved as casually as I could, pretending like nothing was wrong. I totally ignored her, fearing that I’d see her laughing at me, and pushed my way into the ladies restroom, blinking hard and wondering why I felt so stupid all the time.

I put my backpack on one of the sinks and went into the leftmost stall, the one I usually used. None of them locked, or anything, but at least the door on that one would wedge itself into place and stay closed. I pulled my panties down until they slid by themselves down around my ankles and pulled up my skirt, bunching it around my narrow hips, and glanced at the toilet seat, which appeared barely clean enough to use. But I really needed to go, so barely was good enough for me.

I’d just sat down when I heard the door open and soft flop-flopping of sandals walking in. It had to be that girl, I realized. I suddenly forgot all about peeing. I dreaded the sound my urine would make as it hit the water in the toilet bowl. It would be embarrassing for some reason, although I’d never had a fear of using a public bathroom before.

This time was different, though and I didn’t understand it at all. This strange young woman had made me feel uncomfortable ever since I’d seen her. Not for any particular reason other than that she’d been watching me, looking at me. I was suddenly certain that she’d seen my butt when I’d bent over to get a drink, and now she was in the bathroom with me. Why?

“Hey?” I heard her voice and it made me frown. “You shouldn’t leave your books out here, someone might take them.” Her voice was soft, sort of melodic, kind of sing-song. I thought maybe she was teasing me; it had that friendly, almost intimate texture.

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t even breathe. I just sat there on the toilet, holding my skirt around my tummy with my arms crossed, my knees together and my feet side by side on the floor, with my panties, puddled around my ankles.

“Helloooo…” she sang softly, definitely teasing me, I thought. She seemed to giggle a little. “What are you doing in there?”

“Huh?” I managed to say in barely a whisper, but it sounded loud to me.

“Are you going number one? Or number two?” Her voice was coming from just on the other side of the stall door. I was sure she was standing there and if I’d bent down just a little more I probably could have seen her feet under the door.

“Um…” It was like I had to think about it. “Number one.” I managed to answer as if it were any kind of her business at all.

“Cool!” The door pushed open and I was horrified to see her standing there, smiling at me. “Can I watch?”

“What?” This was so far beyond the realm of possibility that I had a hard time believing it was really happening. Nobody had ever done this to anyone before, I was sure of it. In my experience, limited as it was, public bathrooms were like invisibility booths. Except at school, I mean, but you know what I’m talking about. People, strangers, don’t talk to you there! They don’t look at you while you’re doing it!

I had no idea what to do. My mind was a total blank and I couldn’t even think to move. I just stared up at her in shock.

“Shhh.” She was smiling and stepping inside, taking up what precious little personal space I had left. Our legs were almost touching, me as I sat there, her standing in the much too small stall. She managed to close the door behind her, leaning back against it, and it had happened so fast I barely knew what she was doing until it was done.

“Uh, what?” That was the best I could manage in the way of protest.

“I’ll let you watch me, too.” She was undoing her shorts, peeling them down her long white legs quickly and I realized she had no panties on at all.

I’d never known a girl who didn’t wear panties before. That dumb thought asserted itself bluntly, and I stared at her pussy as she exposed herself completely to me. She’d shaved herself completely so that she was smooth and pink and my mouth was suddenly dry. I had just a little patch of hair, barely worth noticing, growing just above my slit. I’d been so happy with that sign of my budding maturity, and now here was a full-grown woman who had shaved all hers off!

Her pussy looked like mine, sort of, except mine was a little darker. My lips were small and thin, the little button of my clitoris barely noticeable except once in awhile if I’d been washing myself, or riding my bike for a long time. It felt good then, when it seemed to grow a bit, and I’d heard some girls at school talking about rubbing it, but I’d never done that.

This woman, though, her pussy looked fat, her lips were more pinkish on the outside and bulged out just a little. I could see her clitoris, her button; it sort of looked like the tip of an eraser. I stared at it as the woman reached down, putting her fingers on each side of her sex, thrusting her hips forward a little more.

“Do you like it?” she breathed, “Take a good look. Closer… get closer,” she demanded, and I complied, not knowing why.

I was leaning forward until I could smell her, sort of a musky, sweaty smell. “Yeah, baby girl… right there.” And she moved one of her hands to my face, stroking my cheek. I jerked slightly away, but her fingers slid around behind my head.

“What are you doing?” I whispered, my voice barely audible, even to me. For some reason, I was letting this strange girl take control of me. I couldn’t resist this, my first overtly sexual experience of my life. I was yielding, pliant, and dare I say it? — even willing, wanting to let her direct me.

“You’re so pretty,” she was saying, ignoring my question and pulling my head gently, but forcefully until my nose was almost touching the soft pale swell of her sex. “So pretty… kiss me there… kiss me!” She used both hands to cradle my head as I was bent over, my mouth suddenly finding itself pressed to the uppermost cleft of the woman’s vagina.

“I… I don’t want to…” I was trying to say, but maybe I did. I couldn’t tell. My heart was beating faster and my tummy churned, like I was sick, but not physically, just emotionally. I wasn’t supposed to be doing this.

“Yes, you do… come on.” I was already touching her skin with my face, with my lips. Her hand was strong behind my head and I shivered a little and I was as scared as I’ve ever been in my life. But not of her, I was just afraid of what we were doing.

And I didn’t know what we were doing. I’d never even heard of such a thing, not even in the most dirty talk I’d ever heard at school. I’d been protected all my life, sheltered by my parents and now, here in some public toilet, a stranger was introducing me to sex.

I felt the warmth of her skin on my face, the softness of her, the sweet and musk scent of her body filling my nose. I instinctively brought up my arms, my hands, trying to push her away as I felt a sudden attack of guilt. This had to be wrong, whatever it was. She was a girl, this was a bathroom and I was supposed to be alone.

But I wasn’t pushing hard enough, if at all, because when my hands touched her smooth warm skin I jerked them away. I was moving my face, trying to turn my head, but she was holding me, balanced on that toilet, just a frightened girl. I could feel her moving too, so that her pussy moved too, across my mouth and cheeks. I felt her clit touch my nose, like it was tickling me.

“It’s okay… kiss it… open your mouth, lick my pussy,” the girl kept saying and I felt like I was going to cry and I finally did touch her more with my hands, pressing my palms to her thighs, but I wasn’t fighting her. It felt good to be held, can you understand what I mean? She was holding my head in her hands, forcing me, but gently, not hurting me, and it was confusing. I wanted to be close to someone, maybe like that, I wasn’t sure, but I liked it. Part of me, a small part really didn’t mind that she was touching me and even pushing her sex in my face.

I’d never had a boyfriend, never been kissed, never had anyone who wanted to hold me like that and touch me. It was overwhelming me, like a rush, like love almost — or at least what I imagined love must be like. I was scared, guilty, and excited all at once.

I heard her voice, soft and gentle and I found myself doing what she wanted. I opened my mouth, just a little and she rewarded me with a sigh, her soft plump slit sliding down across my lower lip, pulling it down and out and then her hard little clitoris was there.

“Kiss it… kiss it for me, sweetie,” she sighed and I did what she wanted, digging my short fingernails into her skin as I kissed the woman’s clitoris. “Oh, suck it… you can do that. Just suck it a little bit…”

I was flying, like I do in my dreams sometimes, feeling weightless and dizzy and I didn’t know how to suck it, but I did. I put my lips together and I felt the hard little nub of her clit between them. It was like sucking the tip of my little finger, sort of, no bigger than that and I just sucked it like a straw for half a minute. I didn’t know if I was doing it okay or not, but she must have liked it. The woman was massaging my head, my scalp, playing her fingers in my hair and not holding me at all anymore. I was sucking her all by myself.

“Now,” she breathed, “… lick it for me, use your tongue… all over… lick me, baby girl.”

I did it, feeling like I was doing it to myself, which was really weird. My sex was throbbing and I’d forgotten all about peeing. I was wet down there, but it was something else. I was on fire and my boobs were growing, my nipples hurt, really hurt a lot and I wanted to hurt them back. I wanted to pinch them because that seemed like it would make them feel better for some reason. But all I did was hold the woman’s legs and I licked her pussy.

Slowly at first, just a little in case it was gross. But it wasn’t; it didn’t really taste like very much at all at first, but then it did, when she moved a little and my tongue was in her, only a fraction of an inch maybe, but inside her and I could taste her all of a sudden so strong it made me jerk my head a little. It was like my tongue was numb almost or burning, like acid from an orange, or too much soda. It was tangy and strong and the woman caught me, pulling my mouth back.

“Don’t stop… please, don’t stop.” She was moving more now — up and down, standing on tiptoe sometimes, and my head moved to follow her. I tasted more of her and there was a lot of her juice suddenly, and I had to swallow it. She was moaning and then holding me so tight I couldn’t breathe. It was like I had her whole sex in my mouth and she was digging her fingers in my hair, grinding her pussy into my face.

“I’m coming… oh God yessss…!” she hissed, and the sound echoed through the bathroom. I was seized with fear as she went stiff, just freezing for a second, and then started moving wildly. There was a lot of wetness all of a sudden, like a little flood and her sex took on a new and even stronger flavor if that was possible. I swallowed hard, choking for air as I tried to breathe, and I was hot and humid and sticky all over. There’s no words for it really, I’d never had an orgasm in my life and here I was swallowing the nectar of this stranger’s orgasm, drinking it almost eagerly.

The woman relaxed her grip on me slowly and it was like she was shrinking a little, getting smaller as I panted for air. I was wet, my whole face covered with wetness. It had spilled down my neck and the collar and front of my blouse was damp and stained. I glanced down to see my nipples dark and hard and plainly visible now. I’d been sweating and my whole body was sticky and flushed.

“Ummmpph…” She surprised me when she kissed me. I hadn’t even been looking at the woman, but her hand was still on my neck and she pulled my mouth to hers as she leaned down.

I’d never experienced a real kiss before and I was dazzled by the sensation of her warm, wet tongue in my mouth, wiggling around, touching and caressing me. I wouldn’t have tried to stop her, even if I could have. It was a kiss, a real one, and it was the best thing I’d ever felt in my life up until then. I didn’t have the wits to kiss her back, or do anything but sit there, shaking with adrenaline. I was beyond everything now, guilt and fear, I couldn’t even remember those. I was just there, just doing what she wanted.

When she touched my breasts I almost melted, my whole body just sagging against that welcome pressure. I wanted more and I let her hold me up, her hand squeezing my tender flesh. She was kissing my cheeks and chin, and licking at my face like an animal, tasting herself and then returning to my mouth, sharing it with me.

When she moved her hand down between my legs I didn’t do anything but spread them for her. She wanted to touch me, and I wanted it too.

“Your turn. Come for me…” she was whispering and I nodded, I think, or something. Maybe I even tried to speak, but I couldn’t even breathe and she was kissing me hard, her fingers touching my little sex, rubbing my slit, playing across my tiny clitoris.

I was throbbing all over, but especially down between my legs. My clit felt huge, ten times bigger than normal, bigger than me even, bigger than anything anywhere. It was all I could think about and I was squirming on the toilet seat, kicking a little with my legs as if I might find some purchase to press my sex harder against the woman and her fingers.

She opened my cunt easily and I realized I was soaked down there, not just a little wet, but well and truly soaked. I felt her finger curling inside, slowly, tickling me as it slid deep into my virgin sex until I could feel her touching something else. It hurt, just a little, like a pinch.

“Shhh.” She pulled her mouth away, letting us both breathe hard for a moment and her eyes were so bright, even in that dim and dirty light, they were like magnets and I stared back until she was kissing me again, her left arm sliding down my back, pulling me against her body and I felt that pinch again. She pushed her finger inside me hard, cupping my sex in the rest of her hand as if she could lift me from where I sat.

I felt a flash of pain, just a lightning jolt of fire inside me and I made a muffled sobbing sound and it was gone, just like that, leaving me with an ache really, another sensation beneath the others.

She didn’t move her hand after that, not for a long minute, maybe two, she just kept her hand against my pussy, her long thin finger pressed stiffly inside me. She’d broken my hymen, taken my virginity, so quickly I’d barely noticed and the pain hadn’t been so terrible at all. It was there, but I still felt good too. I was rocking my hips, sucking her tongue. I was close to something, something big and soft and warm, lurking inside. It was trembling in my blood, aching to come out and I groaned into the woman’s mouth as she started moving her hand.

She was coaxing me to come for her, rubbing my sex gently, moving that one finger inside me slowly, but deliberately, pressing it here and there, occasionally it hurt, but mostly it didn’t and I never wanted it to end. Never, ever in a million years, and especially when I felt my body surrender finally.

I had my first orgasm.

It was like my body had been turned inside out. I arched my back, pushing down against the pressure on my sex, moaning and shutting my eyes so tightly that it made me cry. I had my arms around the woman, I’d been holding her all the while, but now I was hugging her, clutching at her. I was rocked with spasms of pleasure that bewildered my inexperienced body. My mind was numb and hopelessly confused. I was coming hard and it was beautiful.

“Are you okay?” The woman was asking me. She was breathing hard, like I was, and her pretty face was red and she was smiling.

“I think so,” I whispered. My eyes were wet and I stared as she pulled her hand away from my sex, wincing slightly at a small bit of discomfort when she eased her finger from my slit.

“Do you want me to kiss it?” she asked. She was looking at me and then she looked at her hand and so did I, both of us seeing small smears of blood on her finger.

“I’m bleeding,” I said softly and I looked down, as if I might see something, but I couldn’t. There were some small drops of blood in the toilet bowl, but not a lot and they were already dissolving away.

“It’s okay, sweetie… you’re fine. Here, I’ll kiss it… make it feel better.” She was kneeling down on the dirty floor, not caring at all that she was going to be putting her face almost in the toilet bowl.

I felt a little touch of my fear returning and a lot of the guilt. The pleasure was fading, the excitement that had filled me and pushed all of my doubts away, was going. I wanted to get away suddenly and it seemed unfair or something. I still felt good, but it was like panic, almost, and I had to fight the urge to get up and run.

She was in front of me, pulling my hips forward, coaxing me to lean back a little. She kissed my pussy, gently and softly and her hands were on my legs, on my tummy, sliding up under my blouse to feel my bare skin.

“It’s okay… I won’t hurt you again,” she was telling me. “I just want to make you feel better.”

I closed my eyes, not wanting to see her pretty white face as she kissed my sex. Her lips were soft and moist, like her breath, and it did feel good. I was tense and stiff and I had to remember to breathe, but it felt nice and I did finally open my eyes.

She was licking and kissing me, playing with my clitoris and making it throb again. She was pushing the tip of her tongue between my lips, inside my pussy just a little bit, feeling the tightness there and tasting my recent orgasm — tainted with my virginal blood.

I swallowed hard and gnawed at my lower lip, my face filled with distress I think, more than pleasure, but only because I was concentrating so hard. I wanted it to feel good again, like before, but it was different now. I couldn’t lose the fear. I’d done something wrong, I thought, I’d changed and it frightened me. I wasn’t a virgin anymore. I didn’t know what that meant, it was impossible to know right then, but I knew it meant something.

She kissed me for five minutes, I think, a long time and I felt warm and my tummy was tight, but I was too scared and maybe she knew it.

“You’re going to be okay, I promise.” She told me, kneeling up with her back straight so that her head was almost level with mine. “I’m Jennifer, I’m your friend now, right?”

I nodded, but I didn’t say anything. I just watched her eyes, wanting to believe her, wishing she were really my friend, but I felt so little right then.

She was between my still spread legs, her arms around my body loosely, and she pulled me closer, kissing my mouth softly and then standing up. I watched her pull up her shorts and she gave me a last look and a gentle smile before she left the stall, pulling it closed behind her. I listened to her footsteps as she left the bathroom and when I knew I was alone once more I let out the breath I’d been holding.

I reached for the toilet paper, wadding a small handful and dabbing it against my sex carefully. I was a little sore, but it wasn’t bad. Just tender really and there was just a little blood on the toilet paper. I used more, pressing it deeper and finding more blood, but pretty soon there was hardly any at all. And I’d been thinking, trying to understand what we’d done. It had felt good. She said she was my friend.

“Jennifer,” I said out loud, just whispering it for my own ears.

I got up, pulling up my panties carefully and I felt my pussy protest inside like I had a sharp cramp when I moved too quickly. That could have been in my head, though, since I kind of wanted it to hurt. It reminded me of her, of the woman, every time I felt it and I didn’t want to lose her. I mean, I didn’t have anything else but my memory and I already couldn’t remember some stuff, especially when she’d taken my virginity. It was all like a dream, the little pain was real.

I washed my hands and face in the sink and thought about her. I kept thinking about her and I would be thinking about her. All that night and the next day and the day after. I’d think about her until I could see her again. I’d talk to her when I saw her again.

I felt stupid and dumb for having been so awkward in her presence, just like a little kid. I could have talked to her, but I didn’t. I didn’t even tell her my name. I felt my heart like it was too tight, being squeezed, and my stomach was hollow. What if I never saw her again? I was more frightened of that than I’d been by what we’d done.

I couldn’t bear that, the idea that I wouldn’t get to tell her my name. I wanted to talk to her and touch her, just one more time. I wanted to say I was sorry because I didn’t know what we were doing. I wanted to promise her that I’d do it better next time. I wanted to tell her I loved her.

I picked up my book bag and unzipped it. Finding a pen, I went back into the stall and started writing.

The End

 

Greenfield Tales, Chapter 7

  • Posted on March 3, 2021 at 3:27 pm

By JB West

For helpful information about this story’s main characters, please consult The Girls and Women of Greenfield Tales

Part 1 – Confessions

Later that night, after the girls had gone to bed, Kim and Rachel found themselves alone for the first time since the previous afternoon. It had been a long day of errands and household chores, so they were both happy to sit down and relax.

Rachel uncorked a bottle of wine and poured herself a glass, then nearly poured one for Kim before remembering that her sister was taking medication for her head injury. She joined Kim outside on the patio, where her younger sibling was stretched out on one of the reclining lounge chairs, her head tilted back and eyes closed, enjoying the stillness and quiet of the warm summer evening.

Rachel sat down next to Kim and observed her sister for a moment. Taking a sip of her wine, she finally spoke. “How’s your head?”

“It’s feeling better,” Kim said.

“No pain?”

“Kim shook her head. “I took a pill with dinner. So right now, I’m feeling very relaxed.”

Rachel smiled. “My kind of party.” She settled back in her own lounge chair.

The two women sat in silence for several minutes. With each passing second, Rachel became increasingly nervous. She wanted to discuss the events of the previous evening with Kim, but wasn’t sure how to broach the subject. Rachel certainly wasn’t feeling guilty or regretful about the matter, not after the adjustments Cassidy had made to her, but she was intensely curious to know what Kim’s thoughts were.

Several times throughout the day, Rachel had caught Kim looking at her — and each time, once she realized that she’d been caught, Kim would blush and look away. Rachel knew this reaction had to be one of embarrassment because of what had happened the night before, and she understood, even if she didn’t feel it herself. For Rachel, thinking about what had happened only made her want to repeat the experience.

Even now, the sight of Kim made Rachel feel hot and crazy inside. The love she’d always had for her sister was changing into something new. It was still the same familial affection as always, but now there were other feelings mixed in. Feelings that made her long for Kim the same way she did for her husband, or Deena. I want her, Rachel kept telling herself. I want to have sex with my little sister.

When Kim opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Rachel gazing at her, the desire plain on her face. Kim’s first impulse was to look away, but this time, she willed herself not to.

Just like Rachel, Kim was trying to work up the courage to talk to her sister about what had happened the night before. There was also the little matter of Rachel’s daughter, who had been spying on the women while they were having sex. Kim had yet to mention that to Rachel, and was well aware that she needed to. At that point, her mind was a flurry of questions and worry and she longed to clear the air. Why, then, was she unable to speak?

The women looked at each other for a long while, then Kim extended a hand, motioning for her sister to sit with her. The lounge chair was oversized and could easily fit two people as long as they didn’t mind sitting closely together.

Rising from her own seat, Rachel padded over to join Kim on the lounge. They drifted naturally into an affectionate embrace, wrapping their arms around one another. The sisters nestled together for a while, each enjoying the warmth of the other’s body and the slow, steady rhythm of their breathing.

Rachel had a sudden flash of memory, back to the times Kim slept with her when they were girls. After their mother had died when they were both still young, Kim would often come to Rachel’s room at night, seeking solace and comfort. Rachel would hold her little sister and listen to the child’s gentle sobs until she slowly drifted off to sleep. Only after Kim was asleep would Rachel shed tears of her own. She had to be strong for Kim in those days, and knew that she needed to be equally strong now.

Their eyes met again, and Rachel leaned in to place a light peck on Kim’s lips. Kim hugged Rachel closer, burying her face in the crook of her big sister’s neck. Rachel could feel Kim’s body trembling lightly in her arms, as if she was still the same grieving girl from all those years ago.

Rachel knew Kim better than anyone in the world… and right then she could tell that her sister was a mess of helpless emotions, possibly on the verge of breaking down.

She broke the silence, saying, “I think we need to talk.”

“Yeah,” Kim agreed with a nod.

Rachel felt Kim’s breath caress her neck. It caused a small flutter in her belly, a light sigh escaped her lips. She wanted Kim desperately — her mouth, her hands, her entire body and being — but also knew that they needed to figure out where they stood with each other before taking things any further. Rachel loved Kim with all her heart, and their sisterly bond meant far more to her than any physical pleasure that they could share.

“First, I want to say that I don’t regret anything that happened last night,” Rachel began. “But I understand if you do.” These words didn’t come easily, but they had to be said. “I’ll understand if you just want to forget what we did, and pretend like it never happened.”

Kim sat upright, a pained look on her face. “No. I don’t want that,” she said. “Last night was… God, it was… beautiful.

Rachel arched an eyebrow. “But?”

“But why did it happen?” Kim asked. “I mean, I know Cassidy altered us. She changed our minds, our sexuality… or maybe she just revealed hidden desires that we never knew were there. I’m okay with that, I really am. But what I don’t understand is how that change makes us attracted to each other all of a sudden.”

Sitting up, Rachel studied Kim, a mischievous smirk on her lips. “So you admit it,” she said, with a laugh. “You find me attractive.”

Kim immediately buried her face in her hands. Unlike her sister, she was still capable of feeling embarrassment concerning her sex life, and at that moment she wanted to curl up into a ball and hide. Still, Rachel’s question needed an answer.

“Yes,” squeaked Kim’s voice from behind her hands. She felt completely vulnerable all of a sudden, just like she had when she was young and first confessed her feelings to a boy she liked. Kim’s heart was pounding in her chest, and she was beginning to perspire.

After a moment, Kim felt Rachel take her hands and gently pull them away to reveal her stricken face. She looked at her beautiful, smiling sister, losing herself in the warmth of Rachel’s eyes. Unable to resist a sudden impulse, Kim leaned in closer, and the women’s lips came together in a very tender kiss. The type of kiss shared by lovers, not sisters. Kim’s heart continued to thump wildly, and she felt the raw heat of sexual excitement growing in her belly. Their tongues met; the kiss deepened.

Although the kiss calmed her, a hint of Kim’s tension still lingered — and just before giving herself over completely to lust, she started to giggle. This wasn’t exactly the reaction Rachel had hoped for, but it was far better than some of the potential scenarios that might have played out.

Kim’s laughter proved to be infectious, and soon Rachel began to giggle as well. The sisters embraced again, then fell back onto the lounge, laughing uproariously. The joy they felt at that instant was almost too much to contain.

“I do love you.” Rachel said as her amusement began to subside. Pausing to give Kim another light kiss, she added, “But I know what you mean. I’ve been wondering about it, too. I think Cassidy must’ve done more to us than what she told us.” Still clutching her sister’s hands, she gave them a gentle squeeze. “Before last night, I’d never had any sexual thoughts about you. But now, being here, being close to you, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Kim nodded. She understood everything Rachel was saying because she felt the same way.

“But… there’s something else I need to tell you about,” Rachel continued. “Other feelings. New feelings.”

She fell silent, unsure of how to explain. Rachel wasn’t ashamed of this new desire, even if it was utterly forbidden. In fact, it excited her greatly, but how could she tell her sister that she’d been having sexual fantasies about their little girls? About her own daughter? Even if what Rachel suspected was true, that these new feelings were caused by the changes Cassidy had made to her mind, it didn’t make telling her sister about them any easier.

Kim could see the worried look on Rachel’s face. “Whatever it is, you can tell me,” she said.

If there’s anyone I can share this with, Rachel told herself, it’s Kim. Somehow she knew that her sister wouldn’t judge her, even for having sexual longings for her six-year-old daughter. At least she doesn’t have a problem with incest.

Rachel took a moment to summon her resolve, then spoke. “Since last night… ever since Cassidy was in my head… I’ve been having thoughts about, well, young girls.” She paused to swallow, her throat feeling oddly dry. “About our girls. About Emily and Katie. Sexual thoughts.”

Rachel’s confession hit Kim like a speeding truck. She thought back to that morning, to Cassidy’s revelation about Emily and how the little girl had spied on them last night during their lesbian foursome. Kim remembered how intense her climax was at the thought of being watched by her sweet little niece. She shivered at the thought.

Then she recalled that moment when she’d been in Cassidy’s arms, looking through the glass door at the girls as they ate their breakfast. The warmth she felt deep inside at the sight of them. How she’d wanted to hold them both. Their beautiful little bodies against mine…

Kim sat bolt upright in the chair, her eyes wide in disbelief. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed.

Rachel sat up as well, searching for meaning in her sister’s expression. She saw shock, of course, that was to be expected, but no sign of anger or revulsion. It was clear that Kim was trying to say something, but unable to find the words.

Whatever feelings Kim was struggling with, Rachel was convinced that they were part and parcel to what Cassidy had done to their minds. She was about to say something to that effect when Kim cut her off.

“There’s something I have to tell you,” Kim said, turning to Rachel. Her face was still a mask of shock, but there was something else behind her eyes, a dawning realization.

Kim told Rachel all about her conversation with Cassidy from that morning. She explained about the other uses of Cassidy’s power, how she could forcibly invade another person’s mind if she wanted, and how she was able to sense the emotions of others.

“That’s not the important part, though,” Kim murmured. “While the four of us were m-making love last night, Emily was standing at the door, watching. Cassidy could feel her presence, you see.” She paused. “Your daughter knows that you and I kissed… she saw us… with each other.”

It was Rachel’s turn to cover her face. “Oh, no,” she groaned through her fingers. “Oh, shit.”

”Wait, let me finish,” said Kim. “The thing is, not only could Cassidy tell that Emily was there, she knew what Emily was feeling, too. And your little girl definitely liked what she saw.”

Rachel gaped at her sister. “Sh-she did?”

“Cassidy was sure of it,” Kim replied with a nod. “In fact, she told me Emily was sexually aroused. Maybe even masturbating while she watched us.”

“My God, that’s — I don’t know.” She focused on Kim, her mind reeling from her sister’s words. “So, what… what do you think about all of this?”

Kim took a moment to ponder the question, then said, “These… desires you’ve been having for the girls? A couple of days ago, I’d have thought you were sick, in need of serious help. But now… I’m not sure how I feel.” She paused, weighing her words carefully, then continued. “Are you seriously thinking about acting on them? Do you want to have sex with our daughters?”

Rachel sat motionless for a moment, taking in Kim’s questions, then slowly nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I do,” she said, with a shaky laugh. “I can’t really explain it… there’s a feeling inside that makes it all seem so… right.” With a heavy sigh, she looked up at Kim. “Does that make me a bad person?”

“I don’t think it does,” Kim replied, touching her sister’s wrist. “I mean, I don’t know if I could ever do anything like that, but…” She nibbled nervously at her lower lip, “I’ve got to admit, ever since Cassidy told me about Emily, about her watching us, I’ve been thinking about her a lot.” Kim’s face reddened slightly, “The thing is… I don’t know why, but for some reason the idea of being watched and knowing that it was Emily watching…It’s just…”

“It’s pretty fucking hot!” Rachel exclaimed. “Thinking about her standing there, seeing what she saw, touching herself… it turns you on, doesn’t it?”

“It does,” Kim said, eyes widening. “My God, Rachel, it really does!”

Rachel kissed Kim again, this time with all the passion that had been steadily building throughout the day.

Kim returned the kiss, her tongue flashing to life. She ached to be with Rachel again, but this time, making love to her properly. In her mind, she conjured up a vision of them in bed together, holding each other, kissing each other, tasting each other. She then pictured Emily, standing at the foot of the bed, naked and touching herself, watching as her mommy and her auntie licked and sucked and fucked each other to a wild climax.

There was just one other element that was needed to make Kim’s fantasy complete. She imagined her six-year-old daughter Katie standing next to Emily, also nude, also touching herself, eagerly drinking in the sight of two women making love. It was an image that shook Kim to her very core, leaving her breathless with arousal.

Reaching out to touch Rachel through the thin top she wore, Kim caressed her sister’s breasts. Rachel broke their kiss, a low moan escaping her lips.

The two women stared into each other’s lust-filled eyes, lost in their shared desire. Neither knew what these new and exciting feelings would amount to, or how their relationship would be affected, but both were more than ready to find out.

Suddenly, a very intriguing idea flashed through Rachel’s mind. She wasn’t sure how plausible it was, but she knew exactly what her first step should be. “We need to talk to Cassidy,” she said.

Kim could tell that Rachel was thinking hard about something, but couldn’t tell what it was. “Well, she’ll be here Tuesday night.”

“No. Before then,” Rachel said, then began to share her thoughts with Kim.

At first Kim was apprehensive, but as Rachel shared her idea, she found herself becoming more and more aroused by the possibilities presented. It didn’t take much convincing to win Kim over completely, and soon the seed of Rachel’s idea had grown into a plan. A plan that would hopefully result in an experience that neither of the women had known they wanted, but now desperately craved.

 

Part 2 – A Room With a View

Katie was in bed, staring at the ceiling, watching the slow movement of the projected stars from her nightlight. Usually the lights soothed her to sleep, but this evening was different. She was restless, her mind racing, unable to get comfortable no matter what position she tried. Her thoughts kept returning to Emily, and to what she’d caught her cousin doing that morning.

Katie had wanted to talk to Emily about it that afternoon while they were playing in her room, but her cousin kept changing the subject. To Katie, masturbation was a thing grownups did, so she didn’t understand Emily’s reasons for touching herself like that and wanted to know what they were. She was also curious to know if Emily liked how it felt.

The one time Katie had attempted to masturbate, it hadn’t been a very noteworthy experience, but when she touched herself that morning while watching Emily, something about it felt very different. That puzzled Katie… and whenever that happened, she usually got caught up in a search for answers. Normally, Emily was open and honest about everything, so the fact that she didn’t want to talk about this particular subject frustrated Katie all the more.

Rolling over onto her side with an exasperated sigh, Katie stared out the window at the bright half-moon in the evening sky. Usually, such a beautiful sight would set her mind to pondering the majesty of the cosmos and questions of how the universe worked, Astronomy was one of Katie’s favorite fields of study after all, but tonight, instead of indulging those big thoughts, all her mind could conjure up were images of Emily.

Meanwhile, down the hall in the guest room, Emily was also wide awake, feeling every bit as frustrated as her cousin, but for different reasons. She was irked by her inability to recapture the same feeling she’d had the night before, after watching her mother and aunt having sex with Cassidy and Deena.

Emily had a hand between her legs and was gently massaging the spot that had made her feel so good — only now it was less exciting, less thrilling. She was concentrating on her memories of the previous night, but her mind’s eye was a poor substitute for the real thing.

What she really wanted was to see all the women together again, with their clothes off and doing sex stuff. Emily assumed that it wouldn’t ever happen, at least not at any time soon when she’d have the opportunity to watch, but then she remembered that Cassidy and Deena had been invited over for another sleepover in a couple of days. Maybe I’ll get a second chance, she thought.

Emily began to rub herself a bit more vigorously, thinking ahead to the possibility of peeking in on the grownups again. She felt the same familiar tingle in her kitty as she had the night before and a small sigh escaped her lips as her fingers pressed more firmly into her most sensitive area.

Just then she had an interesting thought: what if she were to tell Katie about what she saw last night? And what if she could convince her cousin to join her in watching the women? Katie had been asking a lot of questions, after all, so Emily knew that her cousin would listen to her story, but convincing the younger girl that she’d actually seen what she’d seen and to join her in her mischief were two very different things. This new idea captured Emily’s imagination, however, and she started to ponder ways to make it happen for real.

Emily was still rubbing herself through the thin cotton of her nightgown and panties, but soon decided that she needed to touch herself without any obstacles in the way. Abruptly hiking her nightie up above her waist, she was about to slip out of her panties when she heard a bark of laughter from outside the bedroom window. Emily recognized the laughter as that of her mother.

She hadn’t noticed it at first because she’d been so preoccupied by her thoughts, but Emily now realized that the backyard light was on. Springing out of bed, she raced over to the window. Down below on the patio she could see her mom and Aunt Kim lying together on one of the oversized lounge chairs. The women were snuggling close, but Emily could see that her aunt had both hands covering her face, while her mom was wearing a big smile. What’s going on? the little girl wondered.

Emily continued to watch as her mother carefully pulled her aunt’s hands away from her face. The women seemed to just stare at each other for a moment, but then something wonderful happened — her Aunt Kim leaned in close and kissed her mommy, right on the mouth. Emily’s face was pressed against the glass, her heart racing as she watched the women kiss. And it was a sexy kiss, not a normal one. Emily could easily see that much, even from a distance.

Without even thinking about it, Emily began to rub her pussy again. The instant her fingers grazed the sweet spot, she felt an electric jolt of pleasure surge through her young body. Emily watched intently as the two women made out, all the while fingering the little bump at the top of her slit that made such good feelings happen.

Soon, the women broke their passionate embrace and fell back onto the lounge chair laughing. Emily watched them exchange another kiss, and then a very interesting, very naughty idea popped into her head.

Across the hall, Katie was once again staring up at her ceiling, watching the panorama of stars dance across the room, trying to come up with a way to persuade Emily into telling her what she wanted to know about masturbating. Suddenly, she heard footsteps outside her bedroom door, then a hand on the doorknob. Assuming it was Kim coming to check on her mommy, Katie quickly shut her eyes and pretended to be asleep, but remained alert as the door opened and someone entered the room. She then felt a light touch on her shoulder.

“Hey, wake up,” she heard Emily say, as her cousin lightly shook her.

Katie’s eyes fluttered open and there was Emily, looking down at her. She parted her lips to speak, but something in her cousin’s expression silenced Katie right away. Emily was grinning like she’d gotten away with something naughty, and her eyes were dancing with excitement.

Something’s happened, Katie decided, and quickly sat up. “What is it?” she asked. “What’s going on?”

“C’mon. Get up.” Emily said, as she moved back towards the door, pausing to glance over her shoulder. “Follow me. I got something to show you.”

“What?” Katie was confused. “No way. We’ll get in trouble.”

“No, we won’t.” Emily said. “Just follow me.”

Katie stared at Emily, unsure of what to do. She didn’t want to risk getting caught out of bed this late at night. If that happens, Mommy might not let us have the sleepover. She was really looking forward to seeing Deena and Cassidy again, and didn’t want anything to spoil that.

“C’monnnn, Katie,” Emily pleaded. “You totally have to see this! Don’t you trust me?”

Katie nodded, but Emily could tell that her cousin needed to be convinced. ”Y’know how you were asking me about, um, what you saw me doing this morning?” She felt her cheeks grow hot as Katie’s eyes widened. “Just follow me now, and I’ll tell you everything.”

Earlier, when Katie had asked Emily about her playing with herself, the girl wanted to tell her cousin all about what happened the night before, but didn’t know how to begin. Now, knowing that there was solid proof of what she’d seen, happening right now outside her bedroom window, Emily knew it was time to let Katie in on her big secret.

Katie took a moment to weigh her options, but was unable to overcome her curiosity. She quickly but quietly slipped out of bed, then followed Emily across the hall to the guest room. They entered, and Emily shut the door behind them.

“Okay,” Emily started, “I gotta tell you something. It’s kinda crazy, and you probably won’t believe me… but I promise it’s true. And I can prove it!”

“Okay,” Katie said, preparing herself to hear something really big. “Tell me.”

Emily took a deep breath. “So, last night…” She went on to relate what had happened on the previous evening, and what she had witnessed through the doorway of her Aunt Kim’s bedroom.

Needless to say, Katie found it impossible to believe what she was hearing. Sure, she knew Deena and Cassidy were a couple, that they were lesbians, but the idea of her mom or her Aunt Rachel having sex with them seemed ridiculous. And then, when Emily got to the part of the story where their mothers were kissing and touching each other, Katie was convinced that her cousin was either lying or had dreamed the whole thing.

“The reason I was… touching myself this morning was because I was thinking about what I saw.” Emily was blushing again, but she forced herself to keep talking. “I wanted to see if I could make myself feel good again, like I did last night.”

Katie still wanted to know more about that kind of touching, but right then, her mind was filled with all the crazy things Emily was telling her. She shook her head and said, “You made that up, that stuff about our moms.”

“I knew you’d think I was fibbing,” Emily said. Padding over to the window, she motioned for Katie to join her. “Come look.”

Joining Emily, Katie peered out the window. She could see her mom and aunt down on the patio, lying together on one of the big lounge chairs. They were talking rather animatedly about something, but the window was shut tight, so Katie couldn’t hear what it was. She also noticed that their moms were holding hands, but what did that prove?

“So what? They’re just talking,” Katie said.

“Just keep watching,” Emily replied, but she was beginning to wonder if they’d waited too long to look. Come on! she silently urged the two women. Kiss some more!

Katie turned her attention back to the scene below. Nothing out of the ordinary happened for a couple of minutes, and she was just about to call her cousin out for telling a big fat lie, when all of a sudden Katie saw her mother rise and swing a leg over her aunt to straddle her. The child’s jaw dropped.

But it didn’t end there. Heart racing, Katie saw her mommy reach down for the hem of her top, then pull it up and off, revealing her large, bra-enclosed breasts. She gave them a seductive shake, prompting a squeal of delight from her Auntie Rachel. Katie then watched as her mommy reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra.

“No way,” Katie whispered, more to herself than Emily.

Shrugging the bra off, Kim let the silky garment drop to the surface of the patio. She bent forward, presenting her bare breasts to Rachel, who took one in each hand, fondling them. Katie’s attention was drawn to the hungry expression on her aunt’s face, it was the first glimpse she’d ever had of unabashed sexual desire, and it shook the six-year-old to her core. She found herself longing for something, yet unable to say what it might be.

“See. I told you,” Emily said.

Glancing over at her cousin, Katie felt a quiver of excitement to see that Emily was lightly rubbing her private area. Katie then gasped, a hand flying to cover her mouth, as she noticed that Emily had slipped out of her panties, the thin cotton garment pooled at her feet. As if on automatic pilot, Katie brought her own hand to her private area and pressed against the front of her panties, thrilled to feel that same sudden jolt she’d given herself that morning while watching Emily masturbate.

Realizing that she was missing the show on the patio, Katie quickly looked back through the window just in time to watch her aunt sit up and take one of her Mommy’s nipples into her mouth. Katie could tell from her mother’s joyful reaction that she really liked what Auntie Rachel was doing. Her mommy was even rocking her hips back and forth, rubbing her secret place against Aunt Rachel’s hip.

“Wow,” Katie heard Emily whisper under her breath.

Katie now had a hand buried in her underpants and was rubbing her slit with two fingers. Each stroke sent a wave of pleasure sweeping through her young body. She was starting to understand why people liked to masturbate. It was an incredible feeling, like nothing she’d ever experienced before, and she wanted it to go on forever.

Just then, she saw that her mom and her aunt were getting up from the lounge. Once on their feet, Rachel drew Kim into her arms and they shared a deep, hungry kiss. Katie watched as her Mommy wrapped her arms around her Auntie’s waist, then grabbed her butt with both hands and squeezed. The little girl also noticed that her Mommy was once again grinding her special area into her aunt’s hip. Even though the window was closed, muffling the sound from outside, Katie could clearly hear her mother moan out loud.

Katie had never seen two ladies kiss like this before. Watching it happen gave her that same strange feeling she’d had moments earlier, where she really, really wanted something, but couldn’t say what. Instinctively, Katie increased the tempo and pressure of her fingers as they rubbed against the tender flesh of her six-year-old pussy.

The little girl was so immersed in her reverie that she didn’t notice the women break their kiss, then their embrace. Emily, on the other hand, was still watching her mother and aunt intently and quickly realized what was happening as she saw her Aunt Kim collect her shirt and bra from the ground and her mom pick up a nearly empty wine glass from the small table next to the lounge.

“Oh, crap!” Emily blurted. “They’re coming back inside.”

The two girls exchanged a quick look, one that reaffirmed their trust in one another and made it clear that this revelation would stay a secret between them. Emily jumped back into bed, while Katie scampered back to her own room. Both girls knew that their moms would be checking in on them soon, and expected to find their daughters in bed and sound asleep.

Scrambling into bed, Katie tugged the blankets over herself and lay motionless. She was still feeling very excited because of what she’d seen, but she knew she had to calm down before her mother looked in. She closed her eyes, took a couple of deep, calming breaths and waited.

A few minutes later, Katie heard someone moving up the staircase and into the hallway, she quickly realized that it was both her mother and her aunt. They were talking, but too quietly for Katie to make out what was being said. Then she heard the sound of her bedroom door being opened.

Kim stood in the door frame of Katie’s room, listening to her child breathe, watching the girl’s chest rise and fall with each breath. She had watched her daughter sleep many times over the years, first as a new mother concerned about every little gurgle or sigh, then as the grieving woman who felt she’d lost everything other than her precious little girl. Now, she gazed down on her daughter’s sleeping form and felt a small pang of desire. It was a new and scary feeling, but it was also incredibly exciting.

Kim felt her sister’s hand rest on her shoulder, then the other hand snake up under her shirt. Kim took a shaky breath as Rachel lightly brushed her nipple with a circling fingertip.

“Is she asleep?” Rachel asked.

“Yes,” Kim murmured, but that was a lie.

Kim could easily discern when her daughter was truly asleep and when the girl was faking it, and tonight she could tell from Katie’s breathing that the girl was still awake. She didn’t know why she’d lied to Rachel, but it excited her enormously, knowing that Katie was awake and able to hear everything they said. Somehow it fed into these strange new feelings she was having for her little girl.

Kim glanced back at her sister. “What about Emily?”

“Out like a light,” Rachel replied.

The women stood there for a moment, enjoying the calm and the quiet. Rachel was still teasing Kim’s nipple, having aroused it to an aching stiffness. Slipping her other hand under Kim’s top, she started to stroke her sister’s bare back.

“Oooh, that feels lovely,” Kim sighed, letting her head loll back onto Rachel’s shoulder.

Rachel placed a light kiss on her sister’s cheek, then turned her gaze back to her dozing niece. “You’ve got an adorable little girl,” she said, thinking about the delightful games they could teach their daughters, if they played their cards right.

Kim nodded in response, this time truthfully. For the first time in her life, she was looking at her daughter and feeling not only love, but desire. It was an enormous, life-changing thing, almost too much to grasp. Thinking of what her future might hold, Kim felt a slight shiver.

“Hey,” Rachel murmured, turning Kim to face her, looking the younger woman in the eye. “If you’re not sure about this, we don’t have to do it. I… I don’t want you to feel like you’ve got to go along with me on this. It’s your choice, sis.”

“No. No. I want to… I think.” Kim could still feel her nerves but she’d already resolved to help Rachel with her plan, and to do that she had to be fully committed.

“We’ll go see Cassidy tomorrow and… well…” Rachel’s voice took on a reassuring tone. “Everything will be fine, you’ll see. She’ll be able to help us.” A swelling of desire surged through her, and she leaned in to kiss her sister.

Katie could hear the women kissing, somehow knowing that this was a sexy kiss, the kind they’d exchanged down on the patio. She desperately wanted to open her eyes and watch, but knew that was a bad idea. Instead, she laid there listening as the sound of the kiss grew even more heated and passionate, longing to touch herself down there again, but too scared to move.

Katie heard her Mommy sigh, and her Aunt Rachel whisper a naughty word. Then there was the unmistakable sound of a zipper, followed by her mother sighing again — but deeper and louder this time. The kissing continued, but was soon joined by a weird squishy noise that Katie couldn’t quite place. Her mother’s sighs gradually changed to groans and Aunt Rachel kept saying those naughty words, while the squishing also became louder.

Soon, Katie heard her mother cry out, but that was quickly silenced. The sounds of kissing started again, this time both women were lightly sighing and giggling between smacks of their lips. Katie felt the familiar pulsing between her legs, and now more than ever she ached to rub herself, but knew she couldn’t just yet.

After a brief moment, her mommy and aunt seemed to be done with whatever it was they were doing. Katie couldn’t hear much other than their heavy, ragged breathing, but soon that quieted down.

“Just think,” Rachel then said. “Someday soon, you might be able to love her like that.”

“Yes,” Kim sighed.

The two women kissed again, then Katie felt her Mommy’s lips brush her cheek. Seconds later, she heard the door to her room close and the women moving away down the hall.

Opening her eyes, Katie watched the stars slowly parade across the ceiling of her room. Everything seemed normal around her, but somehow she knew that everything had changed.

On to Chapter Eight!