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Idol II, Part Three

  • Posted on June 30, 2021 at 5:11 pm

By No One

In the morning Shana picked the girls up in the limousine, with Matthew behind the wheel. Never having been in a limo before, Stacy was hugely impressed, marveling at the interior space, the plushness of the seats, and other amenities. Zoe, on the other hand, tried to play it cool like she’d seen it all before, even though she’d been just as giddy on the previous day’s ride.

For lunch, they went to an Italian restaurant Shana had looked up online, one that had been favorably reviewed by the local critics. The girls had pizza, while Shana tried their linguine carbonara. It wasn’t quite as good as what she was used to having in New York, but decent enough.

Afterwards, Shana had Matthew drive them to her hotel suite. Once the three of them had emerged from the car, she turned and tapped on the glass. When Matthew rolled the window down, she murmured, “You can have the rest of the day off. I’ll hang out with the girls for a couple of hours, then get ‘em an Uber home.”

“Will you need anything tonight?” Matthew said.

Shana shook her head. “Nah. I’m feeling kinda lazy. Think I’ll watch a movie or something, then turn in early. See you tomorrow morning.” With a brief smile, she turned away.

As the limo pulled away from the curb, Shana made her way over to the girls, who were chatting with the portly, grey-haired doorman. “Well, ladies,” she said, placing a hand on each girl’s shoulder, “shall we go inside?”

“Oh, yeah—let’s do it!” Zoe replied. Stacy gave a shy nod.

The doorman sprang to pull the heavy door open, and Shana steered the girls inside with a  smile for the man—his nametag read Arturo—reminding herself to have Matthew tip him generously before they left.

Zoe and Stacy seemed dazed by the luxury on display, looking all around with mouths slightly ajar as Shana led them to the elevators. Just wait till you see where they put me, she thought, smiling to herself.

Sure enough, the girls’ jaws dropped when they saw Shana’s suite, which featured an enormous living space with three couches, a huge TV and a fully equipped kitchen, as well as a separate bedroom, nearly as large and just as lavishly furnished, not to mention the rather ostentatious bathroom, which had been done from end to end in white marble.

Even Zoe couldn’t fake indifference this time. “Wow! This is your room? It must be bigger than our whole apartment!”

Shana smiled. “Not bad, huh? Didn’t expect such a fancy place here, I admit.”

Zoe and Stacy wandered around for a bit, jumping on the bed, trying out the couches, judging it all to be very comfortable. Shana sat and watched them frolic, feeling amused by their little girl exuberance—and just a tad turned on.

Spotting a large box filled with clothes in a corner of the living room section, Zoe pointed and asked, “What’s that?”

Shana smiled inwardly. In fact, she had carefully placed the box there earlier in the day for her guests to find. “Oh, some costumes and props of mine from past tours and the like. A bit of memorabilia, if you will. I thought you might have fun digging through them,” she said.

Zoe and Stacy looked at each other, mouths agape, then rushed over to the box as if it was a chest of pirate booty. Clothes flew out as they investigated its contents with much enthusiasm.

“Wow, isn’t this what you wore on the pictures inside the booklet of the Whispered Secrets album?” Zoe exclaimed, holding up a pink t-shirt.

“Uh, could be? It was used in some shoot, anyway. Sounds like you know better than me.” When Zoe gave her a weird look, she added, “Well, what? That was four years ago. Do you remember what you wore four years ago?”

“Guess not,” Zoe laughed, then went back to her exploration of the box.

Whoa,” Stacy said after a moment, showing something to Zoe that Shana couldn’t quite see.

“Wow. That’s short.” Turning back to Shana, Zoe held up a tiny black-and-red micro-skirt, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, that. It wasn’t actually used. That was a suggestion from a designer for my last tour, can you imagine? I told him I wasn’t a stripper. No way I’d wear that on stage.” The girls giggled. “You’re small, though,” Shana told Zoe, “it might suit you.”

Zoe grinned. “Can I try it on?”

“Be my guest.”

Shana wondered if Zoe intended to put the skirt on over her pants or take them off, definitely hoping for the latter. In fact, the girl seemed to ponder that very question for a second, then shrugged and undid her jeans, pushing them down to her ankles.

Stacy arched an eyebrow, clearly taken aback. She obviously hadn’t expected her friend to undress right then and there. Still, Shana didn’t miss the appreciative look the girl gave Zoe’s panty-clad ass. She couldn’t blame her; it was a pretty awesome sight.

Zoe tugged the skirt up to her waist, looked down at herself, then spun around and glanced from Stacy to Shana. “What do ya think?”

On her slight frame, the skirt went down to just above mid-thigh. While the elastic waistband was fairly tight, it hadn’t been designed for a 10-year-old, so the garment slid down a little, exposing the top of Zoe’s panties. It was a very sexy look.

“Not bad… not bad at all,” Shana said. “I’m sure your parents wouldn’t approve, but it looks good on you.”

Stacy examined Zoe with a critical eye, then smirked. “You look kinda slutty,” she said.

Zoe covered her mouth, pretending to be shocked, then lowered her hand to reveal a mischievous smile. “Does that mean you like it, then…?” she asked, doing a slow bump and grind, gazing into Stacy’s eyes.

Stacy obviously hadn’t expected her friend to react like that. She shot an alarmed glance towards Shana, then glared at Zoe. “Sh-shut up,” she muttered.

Shana smiled. She had the feeling the conversation would have gone a different way if she hadn’t been there. Maybe later.

Unperturbed, Zoe shrugged, then turned that sly smile towards Shana. “Now I wanna see you wearing it!”

“Oh, is that a dare? Alright, hand it over,” Shana said, delighted with Zoe’s idea. The girl was being bold today. “But,” she added, raising one finger, “not a word of this to anyone, you two. Flashing my panties at the audience is not part of my new style.”

The girls giggled and nodded. Zoe quickly stepped out of the skirt and passed it over. She didn’t bother getting back into her jeans, just sat back down on the floor in her panties and top, looking perfectly at ease.

Shana noticed Stacy was eyeing her nervously, perhaps wondering if she was going to take off her pants like Zoe had. Needless to say, that was exactly what Shana intended to do. Two pairs of eyes were fixed on her as she stood up and casually undid her tight jeans, then wriggled her way out of them, showing off black bikini-style panties. Zoe watched with undisguised desire—so sexy to see on a little girl’s face—while Stacy was wide-eyed and blushing a bit, but not without a glint of excitement in her gaze.

Shana pulled up the skirt to cover her panties, though it barely did. The slightest movement would reveal at least a hint of underwear. “Well?” she prompted.

“Oh my God,” Zoe said. “That’s supposed to be a skirt? It… sure doesn’t cover much.”

“Right? And that guy expected me to wear this on stage. No way.”

“Well… some people might like it, I bet,” Zoe said, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“I bet.” Shana winked at Zoe, then turned to Stacy. “What do you think, then? Does it make me look slutty?”

Now somewhat embarrassed, Stacy nibbled at  her lower lip before speaking. “Well, y’know… it would look kinda, um, freaky on me or Zoe, yeah, but… you, um, you’re really hot in it.” Her cheeks turned even redder as she realized what she’d just said “Um, I mean—”

“Thanks, sweetie,” Shana said before the girl could take back the compliment. “Yeah, not something I’d ever wear in public, but it could work for a special private occasion, if you know what I mean.” She winked again, this time at Stacy.

Shana could tell the girl knew exactly what she meant, but Stacy only replied with a nervous laugh, looking surprised that an adult would talk to her like that. Breaking away from Shana’s steady gaze, she rejoined Zoe at the box of clothes.

Sitting back down, Shana let the girls have fun looking through her old stuff. She kept the micro-skirt on, fully aware of the view she was giving her guests. She felt a twinge of excitement every time she caught Stacy stealing glances at her black panties.

Zoe was having a great time trying out various articles of clothing, even if most of them were too big for her. The girl didn’t hesitate to uncover herself, even taking her shirt off when she tried another one on, revealing her flat chest. It all seemed very casual, but the glint in Zoe’s eyes told Shana that the little vixen knew she was turning on her audience—not only Shana, but surely Stacy as well.

Soon enough, Stacy got caught up in Zoe’s enthusiasm and began trying on things herself. She was a little more reserved than Zoe, keeping her back turned as she changed, though Shana still got a good look at her pert little ass as the girl tried on a black leather skirt from the Wicked Sweet tour. It also became obvious that unlike Zoe, Stacy was already developed enough to wear a bra, though Shana only caught sight of the back of the one she had on.

“Um, I need to go to the bathroom,” Stacy said after a while, looking around.

“Right there.” Shana pointed.

As soon as the girl closed the door behind her, Zoe got up and walked over to where Shana was sitting, straddled her lap, then kissed her.

Shana reveled in the feel of her young lover’s lips. As fun as it had been to tease Stacy, she’d been yearning to kiss Zoe since the girl climbed into the car that morning. “Mmmm. Well, hello there,” she said after their lips parted.

“Hi.” Zoe grinned, then leaned in to whisper in Shana’s ear. “Stacy keeps looking up your skirt.”

“I noticed. Seems like a good sign.”

“Can’t blame her.” Reaching down, a smirking Zoe pressed her fingers against the front of Shana’s very damp panties. “Hmmm… somebody’s in the mood to do stuff, huh?”

Shana drew in a sharp breath. “Well, aren’t you a bold little thing. Who taught you to be naughty like that?”

“You.”

“Oh. Right.”

Shana couldn’t restrain herself—she had to kiss the girl again. At that point in their dress-up game, Zoe was now down to an oversized gold lamé top and her panties. Shana slipped her hands under the sparkling material, cupping Zoe’s ass as their tongues tangled.

“So how do we get her to, like, join in?” Zoe asked when they paused for breath. She glanced towards the bathroom. “Maybe we just let her catch us kissing when she comes out?”

“Tempting,” Shana replied thoughtfully. “But… maybe a bit too sudden.”

“Hmm, okay.” They gazed into each other’s eyes for a moment, then Zoe said, “I am gonna kiss you some more, though.”

“Fine with me.”

They continued to make out until the toilet flushed, then Zoe jumped off Shana’s lap, moving to a distance that wouldn’t seem suspicious. Shana was left breathless and intensely aroused—also, rather frustrated. Maybe we should’ve kept on kissing like Zoe said, she mused, just to see what would happen.

Emerging from the bathroom none the wiser, Stacy announced, “Wow. I think that bathroom is bigger than our whole living room.”

“Really? I wanna see,” Zoe said. Clambering over the back of the couch, she ran to join her friend. “Woooow!”

Amused, Shana followed the girls.

“Look at the space in that shower,” Zoe exclaimed, then she turned to a raised section of the bathroom that housed a large recessed tub. “And there’s a huge bath, too… or, wait—is that a jacuzzi?”

“A what?” Stacy said.

“Y’know, like… a hot tub. With water jets and stuff.”

“Oooh, right. I never tried one of those.”

“Me neither.” There was a pause, then Zoe turned to Shana, a big smile on her lips. “Can we try it?”

“Sure, why not,” Shana said, instantly seeing where Zoe was going and liking the idea very much.

Zoe clapped her hands with excitement and quickly set the water to running. Stacy seemed uncertain about the whole idea. She leaned over to say something in Zoe’s ear.

“I’ll get you some towels,” Shana said. She stepped out of the room, but remained just outside the doorway, listening in. A mirror on a nearby dresser gave her a decent view of the girls.

“Like, naked?” Stacy whispered, barely audible over the running water.

Zoe shrugged. “Sure. It’s just us girls.”

“I guess…” Stacy nodded towards the door. “Is she gonna…?”

Zoe grinned. “Hope so!” She elbowed her friend. “C’mon—don’t you wanna see her naked?”

“Well… yeah! But… “ An anxious Stacy puffed out her cheeks. “Oh, man. Dunno if I can take the excitement!”

Zoe wrapped an arm around the other girl’s shoulders. “Maybe you should ask her to help you with that,” she said, placing her free hand on Stacy’s breast.

Laughing, Stacy playfully pushed her friend away. “Man, don’t I wish.”

Shana smiled to herself. Zoe was doing a wonderful job of planting certain ideas in Stacy’s mind. Stirring herself, she fetched extra towels from a cupboard—there were already some in the bathroom, of course, but she’d needed an excuse to leave the girls on their own for a moment. She entered just as Zoe was turning off the faucet.

“Okay, now what?” the girl asked, frowning at the placid surface of the water. “How do you make it…?”

“The controls on the side,” Shana explained, pressing one of the buttons. The water immediately began to bubble and foam.

“Whoa, cool!” Zoe examined the hot tub in action for a moment, then glanced over at Stacy. “Ready?” She didn’t wait for a reply, just pulled off her shirt and socks, then stepped out of her panties. A naked little angel, she definitely had Shana and Stacy’s attention as she climbed into the tub, lowering herself into the water.

“Oooh, this is nice,” Zoe cooed, clearly enjoying the sensation of the water jets against her back. She looked incredibly sexy—eyes closed, head resting on a padded section, her little nipples just barely visible above the water. Then, allowing one eye to drift open, she noticed that Stacy was rooted to the spot, staring at her. Making a face, Zoe abruptly sat up. “Don’t just stand there, doofus… get in!” she exclaimed, splashing water in her friend’s direction.

“Okay, okay!” Stacy yelped, taking a step back. She hesitated for a moment more, then turned away from Shana. The girl’s cheeks were flushed as she took off her socks, then pushed down the skirt she’d tried on earlier. Her shirt soon followed, leaving her in white cotton underwear.

Shana licked her lips as she studied Stacy’s ass, so lovely and pert. She had to make a conscious effort to resist reaching out and touching it, even giving it a playful squeeze. Zoe smirked at her knowingly, reading Shana’s desire as if it was emblazoned on her top.

Stacy stood where she was for a few more uncomfortable seconds, then seemed to conclude that getting it over with as fast as possible was the best option. She quickly undid her bra and let it drop, then wriggled out of her panties. Stepping into the jacuzzi, she didn’t waste any time sitting down, lowering herself until the water was up to her neck.

Shana had managed to catch a glimpse of Stacy’s budding breasts. Not large by any means, but an unmistakable sign that the little girl was maturing into womanhood. Shana had to admit that she found Zoe’s flat chest even sexier, but there was no doubt that Stacy’s ripening body also had a special allure of its own, and she longed to find out just how sensitive those cute brown nipples might be. As for the girl’s sex, it appeared to be without a trace of pubes, from the brief glance Shana could get, and looked absolutely delicious.

“Move over to where the jets are, you’ll see,” Zoe told her friend.

Stacy did as instructed, sitting in one of the spots that had massaging water jets. Her eyes widened. “Oh, wow! You’re right, this is nice.”

Zoe turned to Shana. “So… you gonna join us?” she murmured, a dare in her eyes.

“Sure,” Shana said. Of course, she wanted nothing more than to get naked and join her guests, but preferred to wait until she had their undivided attention. A little vain of her, perhaps, but Shana loved the idea of undressing for an audience of two little girls.

Trying to make it seem casual, she leisurely shrugged out of her top, undid her bra, and pushed down the all-but-useless skirt along with her panties, letting the girls ogle to their hearts’ content. Zoe did so openly, brazen little creature that she was. Stacy struggled to be polite and avoid staring, but her eyes, large as saucers, kept flicking back to Shana’s bare body.

Stepping into the large tub, Shana seated herself next to Zoe, facing Stacy. She was striving to appear completely relaxed, but a storm of lust was raging inside. God, she wanted to run her tongue all over these little beauties. She wondered if either girl had noticed the wet patch on her panties when she took them off. Bet Zoe did, she told herself, taking a deep, steadying breath. Damn… I sure hope this little scheme of hers works out like we wanted, ‘cause I’m about to fucking explode.

Shana leaned back, resting her arms on the sides of the recessed tub, which lifted her breasts above the bubbling water. She wasn’t especially well-endowed, just an average B cup, but it was more than enough to impress the girls. Poor Stacy was trying to behave normally and making a bad job of it, unable to keep herself from stealing frequent glances at Shana’s chest.

Shana had to tease her, just a little. “Hey, Stacy… you like?” she asked.

Stacy’s eyes shot up to meet Shana’s, the girl’s expression halfway to panic. “Huh? What?”

“The hot tub. You like it?”

“Oh!” Relief flooded Stacy’s features. Not a very good poker face, if she meant to cover for those wandering eyes. “Yeah! This is great. Wish we had one of these at home.”

Zoe, who had been watching this exchange with a sly smile on her lips, now chimed in. “If you did, I’d for sure come by more often. I bet it would be a fun place to… you know.”

“Err…” Stacy froze for a moment, staring at Zoe as if she’d lost her mind.

Shana smiled. Time to take this up a notch. “Yeah, that can be a lot of fun. But two girls can have a great time together in a regular bathtub, too—or even a shower. All you need is some privacy.”

Stacy now turned to stare at Shana. “W-what… do you… mean?” she asked, trying and failing to sound innocent.

Shana chuckled. “It’s okay, sweetie. Zoe mentioned that you two fool around. Nothing wrong with that.”

Stacy’s head whipped back towards Zoe. “You told her?” she hissed.

Zoe shrugged. “Well, yeah. I tell Shana everything. It’s cool, don’t worry. Shana gets it. She’s like us.”

Stacy pondered that for a second. “Wait, wait. You mean…” She once again turned to Shana. “You like…?”

“Girls? Oh, yeah. Of course.” Shana made a dismissive motion. “Who else would I be into? Boys? Psh. Gross.”

Stacy gave a surprised snort of laughter, shaking her head in disbelief, then finally nodded. “You got that right!” Her expression turned thoughtful, as if she was re-evaluating what had happened up to now in light of this revelation. She looked up at Shana, her gaze unreadable, but with a glint of something new there. And she seemed to have gotten over feeling awkward about everyone being naked.

“So, see? Everything’s cool,” Zoe said. “And… if we wanna talk about fooling around in your hot tub, that’s fine, too.”

“Jeez.” Stacy gave Zoe a look, but then she giggled, clearly growing more comfortable. “I don’t really have one, though. I was just saying it’d be nice.”

“Right. Maybe we could have some fun in the bathtub, though…”

Stacy glanced at Shana. She seemed to still feel a little weird talking about sex with someone else in the room, but she finally shrugged and said, “Maybe. But… no water jets for extra fun.”

Zoe frowned. “What do you mean?”

“What? I thought that’s why you were interested…” Stacy exchanged another look with Shana, but this time it seemed to ask Is she for real?You know. The way the jets feel good on your… sensitive parts?”

Zoe’s mouth formed an O of understanding. She looked down at the bubbling water in a new light. “Oooh. That’s a thing?”

Shana had to chuckle. “Oh, I’d bet that lots of girls learned how to make themselves feel good by playing around with water jets and shower heads and the like.”

Zoe immediately asked, “Did you?”

“Well, as it turns out, my grandma had one of these—nowhere near as fancy as this one, mind you—and I might’ve figured out how to put the jets to good use when I was around your age.”

Stacy looked a little flustered at that, though perhaps more from excitement than embarrassment, this time. For her part, Zoe grinned, then examined the roiling water for a moment. Eyes twinkling with mischief, she shifted around until she was kneeling, then moved into position over the water jets, looking for the right angle.

“Whoa!” she suddenly yelped, straightening up. “That’s… kinda intense.”

Stacy had a fit of giggles.

“You might want to adjust the settings a bit if you’re gonna try that,” Shana pointed out.

“Oh, I dunno… I think I could get used to it,” Zoe said slyly. “Okay, now I really want a hot tub at home! Hmm, you said something about shower heads, too? I guess ours can be hand held, but I always leave it on the wall…”

“Sure, those can be fun. Especially if they have multiple spray patterns that you can adjust.”

“Maybe I’ll have to… experiment,” Zoe said with a very exaggerated wink of complicity.

Stacy shook her head, but she was smiling.

“What about you, Stacy?” Shana asked. “Sounds like you had some experience of your own with water jets.”

“Oh, um… kinda.” Stacy looked like she wanted to leave it at that, but Shana and Zoe were now looking at her expectantly, so she soldiered on. “Well, it was in my aunt’s and uncle’s pool. It had those jets that make the water move, right? I was just messing around with one, and um, the jet got between my legs at some point. It felt weird but nice. I didn’t keep doing it ‘cause there were people around, but later, when I was alone in bed… I, um… I made some discoveries.”

Shana smiled as she pictured it: the little girl with a hand between her legs, experiencing those wondrous feelings for the first time. She felt a strong urge to slip a hand between her own thighs and play with herself. Especially since, as Stacy grew more comfortable, she’d stopped hiding under the water, and Shana had been eyeing the girl’s perky little tits for the past few minutes. But no, not just yet. Hopefully soon, the real fun would start. “How old were you then?” she asked.

“Hmm, like, 9, I think.”

“That’s a good age for… those discoveries,” Shana said, glancing at Zoe.

But Zoe didn’t notice. She was leering at her friend. “Dirty girl,” she teased.

Me? Look who’s talking. I bet you’re thinking about going home and trying your shower head right now,” Stacy retorted. “What about you, then? How’d you find out about, um, sexy stuff?”

A touch of color appeared on Zoe’s cheeks. “Well…” A smile slowly spread on her lips, and she turned to Shana. “Can I tell her?”

Shana took a deep breath, her heart suddenly racing. The moment had come even sooner than she’d expected. There were so many things she should consider and weigh before letting this particular cat out of the bag, but… Fuck it. Fuck it all. Time to place my bet and roll the dice. “Might as well.”

Zoe sidled closer to Shana, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Well, don’t freak out, but… see, Shana’s the one who taught me. Back when we first met. I didn’t really know anything about doing sex with girls, but…” She grinned. “She showed me lots of fun stuff.”

Stacy stared at Zoe, then at Shana, then back again, eyes narrowed, her head tilted to the side. Then she laughed. “Yeah, right!”

Zoe frowned, annoyed at not getting the reaction she’d perhaps expected. “It’s true! Hmph. Fine, then—I can prove it.” Up on her knees, Zoe was at eye level with Shana, so she simply turned and kissed her.

This was it, then. Shana might well be throwing her life away, but she was too far gone to care. Mad with desire for her underage lover, she quickly slipped her tongue into Zoe’s mouth, drawing the girl into a passionate kiss. As their tongues danced, Shana lifted a hand from beneath the churning water to cup and fondle Zoe’s ass, marveling yet again at its perfect softness.

Time seemed to stop; everything was right with the world. Little Zoe’s flawless body was pressed snugly into hers, two lovers joined in shared bliss. Shana was so filled with lust—with love?—for Zoe that, in that perfect moment, even Stacy was forgotten.

It was Zoe who eventually broke the kiss, then turned to look slyly at her friend, obviously quite pleased with herself. Shana was left momentarily thrown off by this sudden return to reality.

Stacy was gaping at them, her mouth hanging slack. There was a tense moment where Shana wondered if the girl was about to flee the room, then Stacy finally spoke. “Oh. My. God. You… you really… Wow! Jeez, Zoe—when you said you’d done it before, I thought you meant with a girl our age. Not with… Whoa. This is a lot to, to take in.”

“Cool, huh?” Zoe purred, pleased as punch with her friend’s response.

Stacy blinked several times, then gave herself a shake, clearly having a hard time wrapping her mind around this unexpected surprise, but at least she wasn’t bolting for the door. Then a thought seemed to suddenly enter her mind. “Oh! That’s why you kept asking what I’d do if… uh… if Shana wanted to… um…” Her words slowed, her eyes widened as the full realization of what that might mean hit her.

“Yeah,” Zoe said. “So, wanna join us?” She trailed one hand down to Shana’s chest, caressing her breasts.

A delicious shiver ran through Shana’s body. Damn, the girl was good. Zoe had Stacy spellbound, staring at her hand as she felt Shana up.

Stacy nervously licked her lips, quickly glancing around the room as if someone might be spying on them. “Omigod,” she whispered. “C-can… Can I really?”

Shana let out the breath she’d been holding, finally allowing herself to relax. It seemed that she wouldn’t be getting arrested for a sex crime, and that their afternoon was about to get even more interesting. “C’mere, sweetie,” she said, nodding to a spot right next to her, on the opposite side from Zoe.

Flashing a shy little smile, Stacy crossed the tub and sat, looking up at Shana expectantly.

Gazing into the girl’s lovely almond eyes, Shana reached up to caress Stacy’s cheek with the backs of her fingers. “You’re really pretty, you know that?”

Stacy’s cheeks instantly turned bright red. “T-thank you. Um, you’re… really, really pretty, too.”

Shana smiled. “So, are you sure about this?” She couldn’t wait to slip her tongue between the girl’s lips—both sets, really—but needed some assurance that Stacy was truly okay with it, and that her future wouldn’t be put in jeopardy. “You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”

Stacy nodded quickly. “I… I can’t believe this is happening but… Omigod, yes. I want to do it.”

“You can’t tell anyone, though,” Zoe pointed out, watching from over Shana’s shoulder.

“That’s right,” Shana said. “You understand that this isn’t… well, that I’m not supposed to be doing anything like this with someone your age, right? So please, you can’t tell anyone about it, ever. Not even really close friends. Zoe mentioned that you had a friend you fooled around with before moving here, right? Not even her.”

“Oh man, Stella would flip out,” Stacy murmured to herself. Seeing Shana’s frown, she quickly added, “But no, no, I get it. No one. Ever. I swear.” She traced a cross over her heart. “I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

Shana nodded. “Good. Now, then…” She leaned in and pressed her lips to Stacy’s.

Taken by surprise, it took a heartbeat or two for the girl to respond, but then she eagerly welcomed Shana into her mouth. Stacy was a good kisser, clearly experienced despite her tender age—and Shana was ready and then some to find out what else she was good at.

“W-wow,” Stacy said after their lips parted.

“Yeah, I think we’ll get along,” Shana said with a wink, and Stacy giggled.

Shana became aware of Zoe watching them closely, and turned to face her.

“You two are… pretty hot,” Zoe declared, nodding to herself solemnly, as if she were an expert who had scientifically determined the precise temperature of their kiss. Then she cracked a bad-girl grin. “But now it’s my turn.”

Just like that, Shana found herself kissing Zoe again, relishing every second of it. Then she and Stacy had another turn—only this time, the cute Asian girl seemed determined to outdo her friend, returning the kiss with a fervor that had Shana’s lust in overdrive. Sure, she couldn’t wait to get down to dirtier business, but at the same time, getting traded back and forth between two lovely little girls was making her head spin.

When Zoe and Stacy came together in a kiss of their own, Shana sat back to enjoy the erotic spectacle. She’d never been so turned on while watching other girls making out, but these two were far younger than any lesbians she’d ever partied with.

Soon growing restless, she couldn’t keep herself from reaching out to caress the girls as they kissed. First their backs and shoulders, then down in the bubbling water to fondle those tempting little asses. That made the girls giggle, breaking their kiss.

Seizing her opportunity, Shana insinuated herself between the girls, drawing Zoe and Stacy into a kind of three-way tangle of tongues. There was as much laughing as kissing, but it was still extremely arousing.

They finally drifted apart, exchanging knowing grins. “You were right, threesomes are pretty fun,” Zoe said.

“Oh, it gets even better. Trust me,” Shana said.

“I guess we just got started, huh?” With that, Zoe wrapped her arms around Shana, pressing their wet bodies together. Her hands began to roam, soon finding a pair of breasts to play with. Shana moaned as Zoe felt her up, the girl’s caresses generating little jolts of pleasure that went straight to her sex.

Zoe suddenly turned to Stacy, flashing her a grin. “Wanna play with these…?” she cooed, cupping the undersides of Shana’s tits as she offered them to her friend.

Wide-eyed, Stacy waded closer. She raised her hands, wiggling her fingers, obviously very excited. A shy smile was on her lips as she peered up at Shana. “Um, can I…?”

“All yours, sweetie,” Shana said, pushing her chest out for effect.

Grinning, Stacy began to caress Shana’s breasts, tentatively at first—a soft touch here, a gentle squeeze there. Then she grew more confident, cupping them with both hands, toying with the nipples, all the good stuff that made Shana’s body throb like her bass player’s amplifier, cranked to eleven.

“Wow! These are soooo perfect,” Stacy said. “Um, does this feel good?”

Shana nodded. “Mmm-hmm. Real good.”

“I hope mine will be this nice when I’m older.”

Shana chuckled. “I’m sure they will be, sweetie.” Why are young girls always in such a damn hurry to grow up? she wondered. “But yours are already very sexy, I’d say.”

She reached out to palm one of Stacy’s budding breasts, teasing the nipple with her thumb. The girl shivered slightly at the contact. The look she gave Shana still had a hint of shyness, but that was quickly fading, replaced with a growing desire. God, it was such a turn-on to see lust in the eyes of an 11-year-old.

Zoe watched them caress each other for some time, then moved next to her friend. The girls exchanged a look, then a knowing smile. As one, they leaned forward, each taking one of Shana’s nipples into her mouth, Stacy sucked the tip much like an infant would, while Zoe playfully circled the nipple with her tongue. Either way, it felt absolutely delicious

“Mmmm, yes,” Shana purred, stroking the backs of these dirty little angels.

Her nipples rapidly stiffened under the girls’ ministrations, her clit throbbing in response to each kiss and lick. Her soft moan turned plaintive when the girls suddenly stopped, but then she noticed that was because their tongues had found their way into each other’s mouth instead, which aroused her every bit as much.

Zoe then knelt on the seat to exchange another ardent French kiss with Shana, while Stacy continued to shower affection on her tits. It felt divine, but God, her pussy was screaming for attention.

When Shana noticed Stacy looking in that very direction, peering down into the water for a glimpse between her legs, she decided it was high time to give the girl a better view. Lifting herself out of the tub, Shana sat on the side, her legs open wide enough to display everything she had.

Stacy stared at Shana’s pussy for a moment, visibly swallowed, then looked up, her eyes dancing with nervous excitement. “You, um… don’t have hair down there?” she asked.

“She shaves it off,” Zoe replied before Shana could speak, acting the expert even though she’d responded the same way when they first got naked together. “It’s sexier. And way nicer for… you know,” she added, a sly smile on her lips.

Stacy glanced at her friend, nodded, then gazed back into Shana’s eyes. “Yeah, I guess it would be…” Her lips slowly curled into a very suggestive smile. This time, Stacy didn’t bother to ask for permission when she leaned forward to deposit a kiss on Shana’s thigh.

The girl was growing bolder, and that was more than okay with Shana. Stacy was kissing a path up her thigh, and Shana spread her legs further apart, quivering inside as she awaited that blissful first contact of mouth with cunt.

At the juncture of Shana’s thighs, Stacy briefly paused, her warm breath a delicious tease, then the girl’s tongue deftly slipped between Shana’s pussy lips, taking a swipe at her engorged clitoris.

“Ooooh, Stacy, yes!” Shana gasped, her senses overwhelmed by the sudden jolt of pleasure.

She reached down to gently twine her fingers through Stacy’s hair while the little girl skillfully ate her out. After lusting for this for what seemed like months, that warm, wet tongue felt simply amazing as it explored her folds, teased her entrance, flicked her clit.

“Mmmm, that’s wonderful, sweetie,” Shana murmured.

Turning to Zoe, Shana saw the girl watching them intently. With her mouth slightly open and her breath getting a little ragged, one could almost believe that Zoe was the one getting pleasured.

“So you showed Stacy how to do this, huh?” Shana reached up to brush Zoe’s cheek. “You taught her well, lover.”

Zoe gave a little start, her eyes focused on Shana, then she grinned. “She’s kinda had a lot of practice, too.”

“Mmmm, I can tell.” Shana’s enjoyment was magnified even more as she pictured the two kids at play, going down on each other in turn—or locked together in a sixty-nine. She patted a spot next to her. “Why don’t you come over here?” she asked Zoe, suddenly feeling a strong urge to get her hands on the girl.

“I don’t know. This spot is pretty good,” Zoe mumbled, eyes half closed, moving her hips around.

That’s when Shana realized that Zoe was busy getting her own satisfaction from the hot tub’s water jets. ”Oooh, I see how it is, you dirty girl. But come sit here, and I promise I’ll make you feel even better.”

“Deal!” Drawing close, Zoe climbed out of the tub and knelt next to Shana, wrapping both arms around her. Their lips met, but the beginnings of a heated kiss was interrupted when a sharp surge of pleasure forced Shana to moan loudly.

“Oh, fuck, Stacy! That’s so good,” she blurted, her eyes rolling wildly. Lost in the ecstasy of the moment, she had to give herself a shake to focus on what she’d promised Zoe.

Shana carefully lay down on the side of the tub, making sure not to interrupt Stacy’s phenomenal tongue work. Once in position, she pointed to her face. “Alright, baby, park yourself right here,” she told Zoe.

The girl looked at Shana, her head tilted in confusion for a moment. This was something they’d never done before. Getting the idea, Zoe tentatively lifted one leg, moving it over Shana’s head until she was positioned with one knee on either side. “Like this?”

“Mmmm, just like that,” Shana said, savoring the view of the 10-year-old’s baby-smooth pussy, no more than a couple of inches from her face. Then she grabbed Zoe’s hips and pulled her down just a tad so her hungry mouth could reach the forbidden treasure.

Zoe immediately cried, “Oh! Oh, yeah,” her eyes suddenly huge as she stared down at Shana. With Stacy’s tongue still hard at work, Shana herself couldn’t keep from moaning into Zoe’s pussy, but she knew from experience that the vibrations from such muffled cries were usually quite pleasurable.

One little girl between her legs, another one straddling her face. This was heaven. No, better than heaven. Surely even God didn’t have this much fun.

Shana explored Zoe’s sex with relish, the warm, smooth slit a delight to the senses. The intoxicating scent of girlish arousal. The sweet taste of her juices, with a special tang not quite like that of an adult woman. The heat of the vagina as Shana probed it with her tongue. Shana wanted to lick this little cutie forever.

Stacy’s oral expertise was making it difficult for Shana to focus on what she was doing to Zoe, though. She did her best to keep licking for all she was worth, to give Zoe as much pleasure as she could before she came, maybe even bring her off at the same time, but Stacy’s marvellous tongue was quickly pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

Shana struggled to hold on as long as she could, but in the end, it was futile. One surge of ecstasy after another flooded her body, robbing her of control, leaving her unable to do much more than pant for breath.

Fuck, that was a strong orgasm. Stacy had become a skilled pussy licker in a very short time, especially for a kid still on the cusp of puberty. Zoe had taught her well. The bucking and twitching of Shana’s body had the lower half of her face rubbing against Zoe’s cunt, smearing her cheeks with wetness and making her come even harder, if that was possible.

Once Shana’s body had finally relaxed, Zoe raised her pelvis just a little, enough to let her breathe freely. She looked down at Shana, looking amused. “Sorry if I almost smothered you,” she said.

“Oh, I f-forgive you. Sorry for the, the interruption,” Shana managed to stammer, finally catching her breath.

“That’s okay.” Zoe smiled. “You—” Whatever she was about to say got lost in a surprised gasp when Shana pulled her back down, driving her tongue as far into the girl’s creamy slit as she could get it.

She tongue-fucked Zoe with a series of quick, flashing strokes, then focused on her little love button. It wasn’t long before the girl was panting hard. Suddenly, she fell forward, catching herself with her hands just in time. Her body shook, and she let out a long blissful cry.

Now THAT was an orgasm, Shana thought, pleased with herself.

Carefully dismounting Shana’s face, Zoe laid down on her belly, so they were eye to eye. “Wow, that was great,” she sighed. Taking a closer look at Shana, she added, “Oops! I got your face all dirty.”

“That’s fine. I like being dirty,” Shana said with a wink.

Zoe grinned and leaned in for a kiss, then she began licking all around Shana’s mouth, cleaning up her own juices. It was a nice gesture—and extremely sexy, so much so that Shana had to interrupt Zoe’s efforts with a fiery French kiss.

When they finally broke apart, Zoe sat up and turned to Stacy, who was seated on the edge of the hot tub, practically bouncing in place as she watched them. “Now it’s Stacy’s turn, right?” she said, jerking a thumb in her friend’s direction.

Shana pushed herself into a sitting position, still a little woozy from her orgasm, feeling a pang of guilt for nearly forgetting the girl who had given it to her. “I’d say so. Well deserved.” Crawling over to Stacy, she gave the girl a tender kiss. “Thank you, Stacy. You’re very good at eating pussy.”

Stacy giggled. “You’re welcome.”

“How about we dry off and continue this in the bedroom?” Shana proposed.

The girls quickly agreed. The three of them took turns toweling each other off, though it was more an opportunity for groping than anything else. Shana caressed these two angels with her bare hands at least as much as she did with the towel.

They then made their way to the bedroom, where the suite’s large bed awaited—the perfect place to resume their lovemaking.

On to Part Four!

 

Unaccompanied Minor, Book Two, Chapter 13

  • Posted on June 28, 2021 at 2:49 pm

By Amanda Lynn

Stacey’s heart was pounding in her chest as she crossed the room. Mostly because she’d been fingering herself as she watched Trish and Cindy, their half-naked bodies writhing in pleasure, but it was also born of a new sense of nervousness.

Trish was staring at her, eyes wide and mouth agape in shocked surprise and confusion. She had moved into a sitting position, legs folded and a pillow on her lap, hiding her exposed sex. Cindy, too, looked rather shocked as she scrambled to mimic Trish’s position.

“Mom?” Trish asked slowly as Stacey sat on the edge of the bed. “What are you doing?”

Stacey didn’t answer right away. She wasn’t exactly sure how to answer the question at this moment. She’d had a private, one-on-one talk in mind when she decided to act on her desire during the days before Trish’s homecoming. But spying on the two pre-teens just now, in their act of wanton sex, had made her lust impossible to ignore and precipitated her plans. So, now Stacey was faced with two issues: How to tell Trish about her affair with Cindy, and how to tell Cindy about her desires for Trish.

“Well, sweetheart, I’m not really sure how to put this. Things have… changed somewhat since you’ve been gone.” Stacey glanced from Trish to Cindy then back again.

“What things? What’s changed?” Trish asked.

Stacey took a breath and released it slowly. “Remember, before your trip, when I told you about walking in on Cindy in your room, naked?” Trish nodded slowly, taking a moment to look at Cindy. “And you asked me if I wanted to have sex with her?”

“Yeah, you said you might have if you’d been 12.”

Stacey swallowed. Guilt was written all over her face, she was sure. She had to confess; the truth would come out eventually. “Well…”

Trish looked at her questioningly, then her eyes widened in understanding. “Oh, my God!” she said, covering her mouth with a hand. Her gaze flew between her best friend and her mother. “You two…”

A sheepish smile crossed Stacey’s face and she turned her eyes to Cindy. The girl was staring at her open-mouthed, clearly shocked that she’d just blurted out their secret. Stacey reached over and gently closed Cindy’s mouth with a finger under the girl’s chin.

Cindy swallowed visibly, a blush coloring her cheeks. She turned to Trish, who now wore a playful smirk. “I… We…” Cindy started but was interrupted by the ringing of her cell phone.

“Damn,” she whispered, scrambling from the bed and retrieving her phone from the discarded pants.

“Hi, Mom. Sure. Okay, I’ll be there in a few minutes. Bye.” Cindy ended the call and turned to Trish. “Rotten timing,” she said, pulling on her clothes, “but I need to go now.”

Stacey could hear the touch of uncertainty in her voice. “Everything is okay, sweetheart. We can talk about it when you get back.”

“Are we okay?” Cindy asked Trish, still not sounding completely reassured.

Trish nodded and slid off the bed. “Everything’s cool,” she said and slipped an arm into Cindy’s and walked with her out of the bedroom.

Stacey chuckled when she heard Cindy ask from down the hall, “You do realize you’re not wearing any pants, right?”

Waiting a moment or two to collect her thoughts before following, Stacey reached the bottom of the stairs just as Trish closed the front door. Her eyes traveled to her daughter’s bare butt, enjoying the view.

Turning from the door, Trish cocked her head, giving Stacey a look.

Realizing that her eyes were now fixed on the girl’s pussy, Stacey quickly lifted her gaze to Trish’s face. “Cindy okay?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Good. Now we,” she said, pointing a finger first at Trish then at herself, “should sit and discuss this.”

“Discuss you two?” Trish asked. She didn’t sound upset at all about Stacey’s confession, so that seemed like a good sign.

Stacey nodded. “Yeah, that and other stuff, but let’s go upstairs first.”

Trish agreed and Stacey took her daughter’s hand, guiding them toward the master bedroom. After a quick stop at Trish’s room to retrieve the girl’s underwear, Stacey sat on the side of her bed and Trish took a spot beside her.

“Well,” Stacey said, looking down at her hands folded on her lap. “Where to begin.”

“How ‘bout the beginning?” Trish said then grinned when Stacey frowned at her.

“Smartass,” Stacey said. She turned slightly to face Trish and began her story. “It first happened after we got back from taking you to the airport.”

“What!” Trish’s eyes grew wide. “You two were… you know, while I was still in the air? How did that happen? I mean…” She paused for a long moment. “You didn’t… make her, did you?”

It was Stacey’s turn to look shocked. “What? No! God, no! You don’t think I would do something like that, do you?

Trish shook her head. “No. Of course not,” she replied softly. “So, what happened then?”

Stacey took a breath and explained everything that happened with Cindy on that afternoon a month ago. It felt good to get it out in the open. Not surprisingly, talking about this with her daughter was firing up her libido. She had noticed Trish squirm a bit as she listened, and Stacey wondered—no, hoped—that the story was affecting her as well.

“Wow,” Trish said, having to clear her throat first. “You said it started the day I left. Does that mean you and her had sex more than once?”

“Oh, yeah. I couldn’t help myself. Doing things with her was like a drug. I couldn’t seem to stop,” Stacey said with a chuckle.

Trish snorted. “I sure know what that’s like.”

“You and Cindy? And Monica too, I guess?” Stacey asked. The heat between her legs was growing and she had to adjust her position as they spoke. Where was she taking this conversation? It certainly had the potential to become very steamy and, if she was lucky, maybe lead to things of an even more taboo nature. “Are they the only two? Be honest.”

“Would you be mad if I said no?” Trish asked softly.

“Mad? No. But I reserve the right to be concerned and act accordingly if need be. Sound fair?”

“Yeah, sounds fair.”

“So, any other girls?” At some level, she hoped Trish would say yes.

“There were four others,” Trish replied.

Stacey blinked, expecting her daughter to say no, or one at the most, not four. She wasn’t sure if she should feel proud or horrified. One thing was for sure, though, the revelation had sent a jolt of excitement straight to her pussy. “Oh, my,” she replied softly. “You’ve been busy.”

“Does that concern you?”

“Tell me about these other girls first. Who are they? Where did you meet them?”

“Well…” Trish began, flopping onto her back. She paused for a moment, seemingly gathering her thoughts.

Stacey looked down the length of the girl’s body. A small ribbon of skin was exposed where her shirt had ridden up, and there was a noticeable damp spot on the preteen’s panties. She didn’t have to check to know her own panties were soaked. Stacey swallowed hard then forced her gaze back to Trish’s face.

“Gabby was the first. I mean, after Monica, of course.” Trish continued. “She’s Monica’s best friend and we met during spring break.” Trish went on, and Stacey learned all about her daughter’s sexual encounters with Gabby, Kat, Daisy, and Alexis.

As Trish spoke, it was all Stacey could do to keep her hands to herself. The desire to strip her daughter naked and have her way with her was strong. Squeezing her thighs together didn’t help much to quell the throbbing of her clit either. With Trish looking up at the ceiling as she told her tale of preteen lust, Stacey was able to discreetly touch herself. That did help a bit, but she knew what she needed was a young girl’s mouth on her yearning cunt.

“Sweet Jesus,” Stacey said hoarsely. She quickly had to pull her hand from her underwear when Trish pushed herself up onto her elbows and grinned at her.

Trish giggled, a tinge of pink coloring her cheeks. “Yeah. There’s been a lot, huh?”

“For a 12-year-old? Yeah, a lot.” Stacey shook her head slowly in disbelief.

“Are you sure you’re not mad, Mom?”

With a warm smile, she placed a hand on her daughter’s thigh. “No, sweetie I’m not. Jealous maybe, but not mad.”

Trish giggled again and looked down to where Stacey was touching her.

“Trish, sweetheart. I need to confess something else to you.” Stacey took a deep breath, watching her hand gently caressing the soft skin of her daughter’s thigh. It was now or never. She had to tell Trish of her desire, of her need to make love to her. If what happened in Trish’s bedroom a month ago had been any indication…Trish would surely say yes. The girl had wanted to then and told Stacey as much.

“What is it, Mom?”

“This thing with Cindy and me, it got me thinking.” Stacey paused, nervous knots forming in her belly.

“Thinking about…”

“I’ve been thinking of that morning in your room. When I… touched you.” Stacey looked into Trish’s beautiful brown eyes and they seemed to smile back. The corners of the girl’s mouth pulled up.

“Yeah? What about it?” Trish asked, a hint of expectation in her voice.

“Maybe I made a mistake, and you were right. Maybe it wouldn’t be so wrong if… if it’s something we both want.” Stacey broke eye contact and looked away, afraid of rejection.

“Mom, are you saying you want to…”

Stacey looked up again and nodded. “Yes, baby, I do. If that’s okay. If that’s what you want, too.”

Trish’s smile changed into a wide grin, and she scrambled to her knees. “It is, Mom. It is!”

The nervous knots in Stacey’s stomach turned to excited butterflies. A child-like giddiness washed over her and a joyful giggle escaped her lips, surprising even herself. A little embarrassed, Stacey covered her mouth.

Amused, Trish giggled as well, then shuffled closer. She leaned forward and placed a kiss on Stacey’s lips. It was soft and sweet and would have been like any other kiss they shared, if not for the moment they found themselves in. Stacey brought her hands to rest on her daughter’s shoulders, savoring the delicious kiss for a while longer.

“Are you absolutely sure about this, honey?” Stacey asked, pulling back just an inch. “There’s no going back afterward.”

After a single nod from Trish, Stacey kissed her daughter again, letting her passion flow freely. Their mouths moved together, slowly at first. Stacey was happy to let Trish take the lead, not wanting to rush her. The young girl quickly showed how eager and willing she was, though, wasting no time slipping a tongue into Stacey’s mouth while a hand sneaked inside her open shirt to fondle her breast.

Stacey sat back and shrugged off her shirt, then unclasped her bra, letting it fall away. Her arousal-soaked panties were now the only thing she still wore. Without a word, she gripped the hem of Trish’s shirt and pulled it up and off. Tossing it to the floor, she resumed their kiss as she gently guided the girl down onto the bed.

As their tongues danced, Stacey caressed the smooth skin of Trish’s shoulder, then let her hand travel downward until she cupped her daughter’s small breast. Trish moaned against her lips as Stacey played with an erect nipple.

“I love you, Trish,” she whispered, kissing her way along the girl’s jawbone then down the smooth column of her neck.

“I love you too, Mom,” Trish replied, her voice ragged.

Desire raced through Stacey’s body, urging her on. She wanted release as much as she wanted to give it to Trish, but she forced herself to move slowly. To take her time and make this special. Besides, she already had a fuck toy in Cindy. Not that she didn’t care about the cute redhead, she did very much, but as hot and wild as the sex may be, it was just that… sex.

Stacey placed little kisses along Trish’s collarbone, making her way down to one small breast. Trish’s chest was rising and falling quickly, and Stacey glanced up to see that Trish was watching her, propped up on her elbows and craning her neck. Her daughter’s lips were parted and her eyes gleamed with desire. Stacey smiled and returned her gaze to the girl’s breast. The stiff pink nipple, the one she had dared to kiss all those weeks ago, waited for her.

Dipping down, she slipped her tongue out to softly flick the nipple. Trish sucked a sharp breath in response, prompting Stacey to do it again, this time with a bit more force. Trish groaned. Excited by these erotic sounds from her daughter, Stacey swirled her tongue around the taut bud and explored the pebbled flesh before taking it all into her mouth. She palmed the other breast as she sucked and licked and reveled in the taste and texture of this forbidden fruit. Moving her mouth to the opposite breast, she slowly slid her hand down the pre-teen’s belly, feeling Trish quiver beneath her touch. The girl whimpered softly when Stacey gently traced her panty-covered slit with a finger.

Stacey stood and hooked her fingers in the waistband. “These need to go,” she said, then peeled the underwear from her daughter’s hips. She paused, looking down, and admired the young beauty laid out on her bed. She caught Trish’s eyes and smiled. The girl grinned back, opening her legs just enough to draw Stacey’s gaze to her waiting sex.

Was she going to do this? Make love to her 12-year-old daughter? Hell yeah, she was! She had Cindy to thank for this. It was the redhead’s seduction that had made Stacey realize what she really wanted—to explore these taboo desires with her own daughter.

“Scoot up on the bed, Honey. Put your head on the pillow,” she instructed as she pushed down her own panties to join Trish’s on the floor.

Trish obliged, shuffling into position, never taking her eyes from Stacey’s naked body. Stacey crawled up to her daughter, stopping when she was hovering above her on all fours. She straddled Trish, one knee between the girl’s legs and her palms resting next to each shoulder. Leaning in for a kiss, Stacey stopped short when Trish’s hands found her breasts. She closed her eyes and hummed appreciatively at the pleasurable tingles elicited by the girl’s touch. Spurred on by the delicious sensations, Stacey drifted closer and captured Trish’s mouth with her own.

As they kissed, Trish continued to explore Stacey’s breasts, kneading the flesh, and tweaking her nipples. She’d clearly grown quite skilled at that, expertly teasing a moan from Stacey’s lips.

Guided by her growing lust, Stacey slid her left hand down her daughter’s body, not stopping until she found her slit. The moisture at her fingertips and the sharp inhalation from Trish intensified the throbbing of her own clit.

She watched Trish’s face as she teased the flesh of her sex. The girl’s eyes were closed and her mouth open, ragged breaths escaping. Stacey traced a path around the puffy pink labia a couple of times before slipping a finger between the folds. Trish groaned in response, pushing her pelvis against the wandering finger, wantonly seeking deeper contact.

Stacey found it difficult to believe that the sexy—no, erotic—display beneath her was a 12-year-old girl and not an experienced adult. That it was her baby girl, turned into a lewd little minx. The thought only served to turn her on more than she already was, if that was even possible. Sliding her finger a bit further up, she found her baby’s erect bud.

“Yes!” Trish moaned when Stacey applied a light circular motion to the girl’s clit with her finger.

As Stacey continued to play with Trish’s pussy, her breath was getting as ragged as her daughter’s, just from watching Trish writhe beneath her. It was becoming too much to bear. She knew what she wanted, what she needed to do. She shifted her gaze from Trish’s face to the sweet treasure that glistened between the girl’s legs.

Stacey’s hand seemed to move on its own. She watched her finger slip from the swollen clit to her daughter’s entrance. She teased Trish’s vagina, wondering if she dared to push inside. Wondering if her little girl’s hymen was still intact—probably not, she had to admit, considering all the sex she’d just heard about.

“Mom, please,” Trish whined, rolling her hips, obviously in need of release.

“Okay, sweetheart,” Stacey whispered, adjusting her position so that her face hovered mere inches from her child’s pussy, dripping with arousal. The scent was intoxicating, sweet with a slight muskiness that almost made her drool. She spread the labia with her thumbs and pushed the flat of her tongue from bottom to top in a slow deliberate stroke.

Trish jerked, her hips bucking. “Fuck!” the preteen croaked under her breath.

Stacey paused for a second, suppressing a giggle at the language. Profanity was not allowed in their house but, in this instance, she could let it slide. Besides, what is a girl to do when her mother is going down on her?

The flavors of Trish’s juices tantalized Stacey’s tastebuds as she explored her daughter’s sex. She swirled her tongue around the entrance, then up to the clit, flicking and chasing the sensitive bud. Back down once more, she pushed her tongue inside, eliciting another moan from above.

Stacey decided to test her theory and gently eased her middle finger into Trish’s vagina. It was a snug fit, but she encountered no resistance to her penetration. Trish hissed, and the rolling of her hips became more pronounced. Stacey sensed that her daughter wouldn’t last much longer, so she worked Trish’s clit with her mouth while she slowly pumped a curled finger into her pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Trish cried out.

Stacey felt the girl’s hands tangle in her hair, while the walls of Trish’s vagina clamped down around her finger. She lapped urgently at her clit as Trish arched her back in orgasm. The preteen stiffened then collapsed before releasing her grip on her mother’s head.

Stacey kept on licking until Trish flinched and gently pushed her away, unable to take anymore. She crawled up beside her daughter and gently kissed her lips.

“You okay, baby?” Stacey asked softly.

“Uh-huh. That was wonderful,” Trish said in a dreamy voice.

“Good. I’m glad.” Stacey traced lazy circles across Trish’s torso with a finger.

Trish rolled onto her side to face Stacey. She smiled and kissed her mother slowly for a moment, then cupped a breast and toyed with the nipple.

“My turn?” Trish asked playfully.

Stacey returned the smile and nodded. “I’m all yours, sweetheart.” She wanted this almost as much as she’d wanted to make her daughter come. Lying back, she let Trish take charge.

Trish wasted no time, taking one nipple into her mouth. Stacey purred and smiled, watching her young daughter. This wasn’t the first time she had witnessed Trish suckling her breast. Of course, the girl had been much younger then, just a baby, and the circumstances purely maternal. Thinking back to those days, Stacey remembered on occasion becoming… aroused during her daughter’s feeding. Just a little bit, and it never lasted more than a moment. She would immediately squash those feelings down, never to think of them again. Well, until recently, anyway.

As Trish worked her mother’s nipple, warm wonderful feelings rushed through Stacey’s body, moving directly to her core, making her arousal peak ever higher. She gently stroked Trish’s hair, stopping only when the girl moved away. Stacey opened her eyes to see Trish moving down her body. Her pussy clenched and relaxed and clenched again in anticipation as she watched the girl inch ever closer.

Her legs spread of their own volition and Trish nestled between them. The girl looked up, flashing a sassy grin, and pressed a thumb directly to her clit. Stacey sucked in a breath and bit her lower lip as Trish worked her swollen bud. The sensations flashing through her were intense and threatened to throw her over the precipice at any moment.

“Oh, God!” she croaked out when Trish’s mouth found her clit and enveloped it. Stacey fell back, clutching a fistful of the blanket in each hand as the pleasure became nearly overwhelming.

“Are you going to come so soon, Mommy?” Trish asked in a sweet, innocent little girl voice.

Stacey’s hips bucked. No, no, no! she whined to herself. She didn’t want to come, not yet! But, oh God, what her daughter was doing to her! The way Trish’s mouth and tongue moved over her cunt and clit, and that little girl voice. It was just too much. She gave in and let the orgasm crash over her. Not that she had much of a choice at this point. “Trish!” she called out, drawing out the name. Stacey squeezed her eyes shut, bright white lights flashing behind her lids, as she rode out wave after wave of unbelievable ecstasy. How was it possible for such a young girl to bring anyone to such an intense climax?

Stacey slowly blinked open her eyes once she had caught her breath. She smiled and sighed contentedly, feeling a warm cheek on her shoulder and a finger teasing her nipple. She kissed the top of her daughter’s head and once again hummed in satisfaction.

“I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard, or that fast before,” she said with a soft chuckle.

Trish giggled and snuggled closer. “I’m glad it was good for you.”

“Good!” She snorted. “It was beyond good, sweet girl. More like… absolutely amazing.” She pulled Trish into a warm embrace. “Your stepsister has taught you well, I think.”

“She’s been a wonderful teacher,” Trish said with a grin as she trailed the finger that had been teasing one nipple down Stacy’s belly to the nest of hair at the top of her slit.

Stacey shuddered, feeling her daughter’s fingers playing with her pubic hair.

“Want to see what else I learned?” the girl asked, her voice exuding sex appeal way beyond her years. Then, before Stacey could reply, Trish pulled herself to her knees and straddled her mother’s head. Stacey’s eyes widened as her preteen daughter lowered herself until her juice-slick pussy was within easy reach of her mouth. Trish, on the other hand, was already busy licking Stacey’s equally sodden cunt, her fingers probing her entrance.

Good Lord, she’s going to kill me! Stacey thought as she eagerly began to lick her horny young daughter.

***

For the second time that day, now a couple of hours later, Trish was finishing up in the bathroom when the doorbell rang. She checked her face in the mirror once more before heading out. Her mother had given her two more toe-curling orgasms then sent her off to shower away the scent of sex before Cindy returned.

Trish had been surprised but also delighted that her mother had confessed her desires for her and that they had made love. They had discussed whether to tell Cindy about this new facet of their relationship. Stacey was concerned that, even though Cindy was okay with an adult and underaged girl having sex, she might think incest is pushing it too far. Trish, on the other hand, was certain that Cindy would take it in stride. So, they had come up with a sexy, if somewhat sneaky, way of breaking it to her.

Humming a nameless tune, Trish hurried down the stairs to greet her friend. She wondered what Cindy must be feeling at the moment, now that Trish knew about her and Stacey. Hopefully, the girl wouldn’t feel too awkward or uncomfortable around them. Her mom had said that the three of them would talk about it when Cindy returned, and Trish hoped that would make things okay.

Opening the front door, she found Cindy standing there, as expected. Her friend was smiling and didn’t seem uneasy in the least, to Trish’s relief.

“Welcome back,” Trish said happily, stepping aside. “Come on in.”

Cindy stepped inside and kicked off her sneakers. “So, what did I miss? I take it by your cheery mood that we’re… okay, then?” Cindy made a large sweeping motion with her hand, indicating herself, Trish, and Stacey, who was sitting in the living room sipping her coffee.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. Me and Mom talked and stuff,” Trish said, leading them to the sofa.

“I’d say!” Stacey snorted, but waved it off when Cindy cocked an eyebrow at her. “Cindy, honey, I want to apologize for earlier. I shouldn’t have just blurted that out the way I did. You and I should have discussed how we were going to tell Trish about us beforehand.”

Cindy shrugged as she sat down on the sofa. She gave Trish a grin then looked back to Stacey. “That’s okay. I mean… I was a bit worried that Trish would get mad at us at first. But when I thought about it, I remembered the talk me and her had when, well, when you touched me the first time. And you told her you’d want to do me if you were 12.” She paused to glance between mother and daughter, a smile on her lips. “She wasn’t upset by that idea at all. I think she might even have been a bit turned on by it. So, I figured she probably wouldn’t be mad now.”

Trish’s cheeks warmed at Cindy’s spot-on assumption. The thought of her best friend and her mom together had turned her on for sure.

Stacey was smiling at them, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’m happy to hear that, Cindy. I never thought about it at the time, but I should have…This could have ruined the friendship you two have. I would have felt horrible if it had,” Stacey said.

Trish snaked an arm around Cindy’s waist. “No harm done here. How about you?”

“None here either,” Cindy chirped. “But I was wondering…”

“What, honey?” Stacey asked.

“Well… when I come over…” The pretty redhead glanced between them. “How do I know who I’m going to have sex with? Are we gonna make a schedule or something?”

Stacey laughed. “That’s a good question. A schedule would be a solution, but…” She moved to a spot on the sofa right next to Cindy, placing a hand on the girl’s knee. “You’re Trish’s bestie,  you should be with her. Now, don’t get me wrong. I’ve loved all the times we’ve been together, and I would really like to keep on having sex with you. So, maybe it should be up to you, and Trish too, to decide when you’ll sleep in my bed.”

Trish grinned. That was a great idea, letting Cindy be the one to decide when she would have sex with Stacey. But there was another, even better solution, and she waited for her mother to put it out there.

“Yeah, that would work, I guess,” Cindy said as she watched Stacey’s hand slowly traveling up her thigh.

“There is another option,” Stacey said softly. When Cindy cocked her head, she continued. “Trish and I could share you… at the same time.”

Yes! Trish thought. The heat was pooling between her legs at the thought of what her mother was suggesting.

“At the same time? As in a… threesome?” Cindy asked, her eyes wide.

“Uh-huh,” Stacey purred. “If you would like that, that is. How about you, Trish? Care to share your sexy friend with me?”

“I’d love to!” Trish responded with a giggle. She pressed herself against Cindy, flicking her tongue along her friend’s ear. A glance down showed that her mother’s hand was at the apex of Cindy’s thigh, gently rubbing against her pant-covered sex, eliciting moans that were soon muffled by Stacey’s mouth.

Trish grinned as she watched the two kiss, growing more excited by the second. She found one of her friend’s small breasts with one hand, squeezing it, while making good use of the other between her own legs, pressing down to find a bit of relief against that pleasant familiar ache.

“Mom,” she said with a playful whine, “this is in the way.” She indicated Cindy’s shirt by pulling at the hem.

“You’re absolutely right, Dear,” Stacey replied, leaning back far enough for Trish to pull the garment up and off her friend. It had no sooner hit the floor than the bra Cindy had been wearing joined it.

As one, mother and daughter each took a stiff pink nipple into their mouths. Cindy whimpered in pleasure and Trish felt her friend’s fingers tangle in her hair. Glancing to the side, she saw Cindy’s other hand on the back of Stacey’s head.

Trish watched her mother for a moment. Stacey was obviously enjoying licking the young girl’s boob just as much as Trish was relishing ogling the scene. Her libido was ramping up fast. Damn, if this could get her so hot and horny despite having already come a bunch of times today, what would happen when she witnessed her mom going down on her friend? She moaned softly in anticipation of what the day had in store, then forced herself to focus her attention on the nipple in her mouth.

Cindy was panting, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Trish slid a hand down her friend’s belly, intending to slip it into Cindy’s pants, but found that her mother had already beaten her to that prize. Trish let the nipple slip from her mouth and stared down, eyes glued to where her mother’s hand was busy rubbing Cindy’s pussy.

“I think we should move this to the bedroom,” Stacey breathed huskily.

Trish nodded and stood. Stacey followed suit and the two of them pulled Cindy to her feet. The girl, face flushed from the intimate attention she had been receiving, grinned at them.

“Yeah, let’s do that. Quick!” Cindy said, almost breathless. She pushed off her pants, which were already unbuttoned and sliding down on their own, anyway. “And you two are wearing much more than me. Seems unfair!” she added, looking down at herself, clad only in panties and socks, then at the two of them, still fully clothed. Laughing, Trish and Stacey took Cindy by the hands and hurried up the stairs, straight to the master bedroom.

Not waiting for an invitation, Trish quickly stripped down to nothing. She then pushed Cindy onto the bed and removed her friend’s remaining clothes while Stacey watched with hungry eyes.

“Such a wonderfully naughty sight,” Stacey said, moving toward them. “Care to help me with my clothes, girls?”

Trish and Cindy eagerly stood. Trish pulled at the buttons of her mother’s top while Cindy worked the zipper on Stacey’s pants. It only took a few moments to have the woman as naked as they were. Trish loved seeing her mother’s nude body. Stacey was just as sexy as Gwen, with both women having a similar build, though Stacey’s boobs were smaller. Not that Trish cared about that.

Stacey crawled onto the bed and stretched out on her side like a cat. She smiled slyly and crooked a finger at them. “Come girls. Don’t be shy.”

Cindy was the first to scramble alongside Stacey. Trish followed more slowly, sitting near the foot of the bed. “I think I’d like to watch you two for a bit, if that’s okay,” she said.

“Of course, sweetheart. Whatever you wish,” Stacey said, turning her attention to Cindy.

“Don’t wait too long or you might miss out,” Cindy teased.

“Oh, I don’t think there’s any fear of that,” Stacey said then pressed her lips to Cindy’s. The cute redhead fell back onto the bed, with Stacey following her down.

Trish watched in delight as the two kissed, Cindy’s arms wrapping around her mother while Stacey’s hand found the young girl’s pussy. God but this was hot. It reminded Trish of watching Gwen and Monica have sex, but the fact that it was her own mother and her best friend made the scene that much more erotic.

As Stacey’s hand explored Cindy, Trish mimicked what her mother was doing between her own legs. She rubbed her clit for a moment, then pushed a finger into her entrance. As Stacey’s finger pumped, so did Trish’s. Her moans and rapid breaths matched Cindy’s, and Trish was sure that her friend was feeling the same jolts of pleasure that she was. The pressure was building inside, and Trish knew that they would both come soon.

She was surprised when her mother paused before pushing the girl over the edge, instead taking her hand away. Trish stopped touching herself, too, matching what was happening to her friend, though she wasn’t sure why. Cindy, a bewildered look on her face, whimpered in disappointment.

“Fear not, my dear. We’re not done yet. But there’s no need to rush,” Stacey said, then leaned forward and took a nipple into her mouth, getting a soft moan in response, though Cindy didn’t look completely satisfied with the change of pace.

Trish grinned and cupped her own small breasts. She rubbed and pulled at her nipples as Stacey suckled on Cindy’s. The need between her legs was strong, though, and soon Trish slipped a hand back to her pussy, rubbing eagerly over her swollen clit. Cindy seemed to have the same idea, reaching down to touch herself, but Stacey pushed her hand away.

“No, no, no. No touching,” Stacey chided. She began sliding down the preteen’s body, planting little kisses as she went.

There was no doubt in Trish’s mind as to what her mother was about to do, and her clit throbbed in sympathetic anticipation. When Stacey reached her goal, Cindy sucked in a sharp breath. Trish moaned, pressing down on her clit. She couldn’t see exactly what her mother was doing but the bobbing of her head and the way Cindy squirmed painted the erotic scene clearly enough.

Trish pushed a finger inside her cunt once again, pumping rapidly as she watched Stacey devouring her best friend’s pussy. She was on the brink again, and this time she wasn’t stopping for anything. Her moans grew louder as she fingered herself in rhythm with the rolling of Cindy’s hips, and when the girl stiffened and cried out, so did Trish. Her breath caught and her body convulsed as the delicious ecstasy of the orgasm rushed through her.

All too soon, the pleasure faded away, as it always does, and Trish opened her eyes. Cindy was lying still except for the rise and fall of her chest, her eyes just now fluttering open as well. Stacey moved up beside the redhead, Cindy’s juices glistening on her lips and chin.

“That was so hot,” Trish said when Cindy had returned from the dreamy world of post-orgasmic bliss.

“You should have been on my end,” Cindy replied with a snort.

“I’m sure I can make that happen,” Stacey said in a saucy voice.

“Mmmm, can’t wait!” Trish said in a sexy tone of her own, exchanging a sultry look with her mom.

Cindy looked from one of them to the other questioningly. “Wait, you’re really going to… together? I mean, I thought… umm, that each of you would take turns with me and that would be it.” Cindy paused for a second, then a wicked smile grew on her lips. “But don’t get me wrong! I think that’s kinky as hell and really hot. A threesome with a mom and daughter. Wow. And here I thought a threesome with twins was wild.”

Stacey raised an eyebrow. “Twins?”

“Story for another time, Mom,” Trish said as she crawled up her mother’s body. “For now, I think it’s time for us to make you come.”

Stacey chuckled. “Fair enough.”

Trish kissed her mother for a moment as she fondled a breast, then moved down to take a hardened nipple into her mouth. She motioned for Cindy to join her on the other side, but her friend was busy staring. Maybe she hadn’t completely believed that Trish would be getting dirty with her mom, and now the sight was blowing her mind. Trish couldn’t blame her; she’d certainly enjoyed watching Stacey and Cindy just earlier—not to mention Gwen and Monica!

Finally, Cindy gave herself a shake, flashed a grin, and came closer. Both of them began to eagerly suck and lick Stacey’s breasts.

“Damn, girls. That feels so good,” Stacey murmured.

Trish hummed a muffled reply as she slid a hand down her mother’s belly to the wet heat between her legs. Quickly finding the swollen clit, she began moving her fingers in little circles over it. Stacey bucked in response then settled into a gentle rolling motion with her hips. Cindy’s hand soon joined Trish’s, pushing two fingers into Stacey’s vagina. Trish and Cindy exchanged excited looks as they rubbed and fingered Stacey, then the space between them disappeared and their mouths moved together hungrily, their tongues tangling.

Stacey was moaning and squirming, her hands moving up and down their backs, cupping their asses, even slipping between their legs from behind. This fueled Trish’s renewed desire, her clit once again begging for attention. She shifted around, straddling her mother’s leg, and pressed her pussy against it. Trish tried rocking her hips, adjusted her position, and gave it another shot. Finding just the right spot, she applied more pressure, mashing her clit against her mom’s leg. A moan escaped her lips.

Seeing what Trish was doing, Cindy mimicked her. Each of them humped one of Stacey’s legs as they switched between kissing one another and sucking on the woman’s nipples, all the while maintaining their attention on Stacey’s cunt.

“Yes, yes. I’m gonna come,” Stacey called out. “Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

They didn’t. Instead, they doubled down and increased the tempo with both their fingers and their hips. Soon, Stacey cried out as her orgasm hit, and that was all Trish needed to join her mom over the edge. Intense waves of pleasure hit Trish over and over. She called out as her body jerked with each of the aftershocks that shot through her like bolts of lightning. Lost in her bliss, she only vaguely was aware of Cindy crying out as her own climax took her.

Trish and Cindy snuggled with Stacey after everyone had calmed down, one on each side. That had been wild, but making love with her mom had made Trish’s sexual appetite simply endless today, and she was sure they weren’t finished yet. Far from it. This was just a small respite between rounds.

She glanced across her mother to where Cindy was looking back, a big grin on her face. “You ready for more?” Trish asked her friend.

“You bet. But, um, could I…” A shy smile appeared on Cindy’s lips, but there was also plenty of lust in her gaze. “Could I watch you and your mom some more first, though?”

“Fine with me! Anything you’d like to see us do?”

“Umm… how about a sixty-nine?”

“I think that can be arranged,” Trish said with a chuckle.

“Girls, I am still here, ya know,” Stacey said in mock annoyance.

“We know,” Trish said, tweaking her mother’s nipple. “You wouldn’t mind licking my pussy while I licked yours, would you?”

“Not at all, sweetheart. But first, I need a bathroom break and some water.” Stacey extricated herself from the tangle of limbs and stood. “You two are going to wear me out.”

“I can’t believe we’re doing this!” Cindy said once Stacey was out of the room.

Trish snorted. “Well, I can’t believe you seduced my mom the same day I left for Edmonton.”

“Well, that was kinda your fault. If you hadn’t told me what she said about wanting to do me if she was our age…”

“I’m sure her touching your pussy and making you come had something to do with it, too,” Trish replied.

Cindy shrugged. “I plead the fifth.”

They laughed as Stacey returned, carrying a tray with three glasses of water. They scrambled to sit up as Stacey handed them each a glass.

“Drink up,” she said, taking a spot next to them. “You need to stay hydrated.”

Once they had their fill, Stacey placed the empty glasses on the nightstand and flopped down on the bed. Trish eyed the length of her mother’s naked body, licking her lips absent mindedly.

She had learned and done so much since Monica first introduced her to sex only a few months ago. Wondering what Monica was doing right now, Trish smiled. She couldn’t wait to tell her stepsister all about these thrilling new developments in her sex life! And maybe if she could get her in bed with Mom and Cindy one day…

“If Monica visited, you think we could have a foursome?” Trish asked without thinking.

Stacey cocked an eyebrow. “Pardon?”

Trish felt heat rise to her cheeks. “Oh! Err, I didn’t mean to say that out loud. Never mind!”

“Too late, I heard you. What makes you think Monica would be okay with fooling around with an adult, hmm?”

Trish shrugged, hoping her mom would just let it go. She really didn’t want to get into exactly why she knew Monica would be okay with it.

“Do Monica and her mother fool around?”

Trish didn’t answer, she just looked blankly at Stacey. She didn’t want to lie to her mom, but at the same time, she had no right to betray Gwen and Monica’s secret.

Stacey studied her for a moment, and Trish began to worry that her mom could read her mind.  She didn’t seem to be mad or worried, though. In fact, was that the beginnings of a smirk on her mother’s lips?

“I see,” Stacey said slowly, then sighed. “Well, we can discuss that later. Now, I think there was talk of a sixty-nine earlier?”

The knot that had begun to form in Trish’s belly disappeared and she flashed a large smile. Eagerly straddling Stacey’s face, she lowered her mouth to her mother’s pussy, new arousal joining the abundance already there. Trish licked and sucked with delight, savoring the taste and scent as her mother did the same to her.

It wasn’t long before she felt another pair of hands on her backside. Apparently, Cindy was no longer content with just watching. Without warning, small fingers pushed into Trish’s vagina. She gasped at the suddenness of the intrusion, then moaned as Cindy began fucking her. Her mother’s tongue and Cindy’s fingers soon had Trish crying out as yet another orgasm claimed her.

As soon as Trish rolled off her mother, Cindy took her place, the redhead’s mouth hungrily lapping at Stacey’s cunt. Trish watched, grinning at the scene.

She thought of the wonderful sex that had happened today. Or all summer, really. She’d had so many wonderful experiences. With Monica and Gwen, with Gabby and Kat, with Keesha and all the other girls at camp Lick-A-Clit. Even her rendezvous with Mark in the boathouse had been special in its own way.

Sex with her mother had been a pipe dream, or so she had thought. But now it was happening, and that made her smile even more. She could only imagine what the rest of the summer would have in store for her. Maybe, hopefully, it would include a visit from Monica. If it did, she knew that at the very least she, Monica, and Cindy would have sex. What she really hoped would happen, though, was the foursome she had accidentally alluded to earlier. Her mother didn’t seem put off by the idea, so maybe, just maybe

The End?

 

 

Staying in Touch – Keep or Delete

  • Posted on June 25, 2021 at 2:09 pm

Hey there JS fans.

I have some questions for all of you:

  • Do you like the “Staying in Touch” page?
  • Is it useful?
  • What should the future of our “Staying in Touch” page be?

Here’s the thing. A few issues have come to my attention and that need addressing.

  1. People asking to have their info included only to ask for its removal a short time later,
  2. People complaining that no one responds to emails sent to them,
  3. People complaining that published email addresses are not valid,
  4. People are being, for lack of a better word, harassed. (IE: Asked about their activities with their kids, if you get my meaning.)

MY THOUGHTS:

Issue 1. This may be happening because of issue 4, which would be totally understandable if it is.  And it’s not a big deal to delete someone from the list, just annoying when you’ve taken the time to create a record and add the data only to delete it a short time later.

Issue 2. Sorry, nothing I can do about that.

Issue 3. There are far too many emails for me to vet on a regular basis to ensure validity.  As stated at the top of the “Staying in Touch” page, you! need to report any invalid email addresses to us. Do that and I will gladly delete them.

Issue 4. This really sucks! And sadly, there is nothing I can do about it.

CONCLUSION:

I, personally, would like to delete it.  But, the “Staying in Touch” page is for you, our readers therefore,  I (Juicy Secrets) would like your input on what we do with it. Do we keep the page as is, do we get rid of it altogether, or are there any changes you would like to see that would make it better?

Let us know what you think in the comments below. We are looking forward to hearing your opinions.

 

Amanda Lynn

Juicy Secrets Site Manager

 

 

Sweet Poppy, Chapter 3

  • Posted on June 23, 2021 at 2:02 pm

by Joe Dornish

Normally on Monday morning, I’m not exactly keen to get up for school. That day was different, though. I jumped out of bed and into the shower as soon as I was awake. I took extra care over my hair, leaving it down but pinned back at the sides and out of my face. I put on a matching white knicker and bralette set with a tiny yellow flower pattern. Then my black tights, the sheerest ones I had, which were still quite thick. Next was my blouse, it’s a light blue colour with long sleeves and the school badge embroidered on the pocket. Then I slipped on my short navy blue pleated skirt. I twisted the waist on itself twice, raising the hemline a few inches so it was at the top of my thigh, as far as we were allowed. Not that I could get the skirt any shorter and still keep my bum covered. Lastly, I put on my navy blue jumper with the school badge on it and my black slip-on shoes.

When I got to the kitchen, Lilly was eating a bowl of cereal and Mum was munching on some toast.

“MORNING!” I announced with far more cheer than either of them was used to seeing from me that early in the day. I kissed Mum as I always do, then quickly kissed Lilly on the top of her head, which I never do, “Morning, squirt,” I said.

“Weirdo,” she muttered.

Mum giggled. She knew the reason for my good mood.“What do you want for breakfast sweetie, cereal?”

That wouldn’t do. I wanted something special. “Can I have scrambled eggs on toast, please?”

“Someone’s got an appetite,” she said and winked at me.

Lilly looked up at us. She’d picked up on something in the conversation, but couldn’t work out what. She quickly went back to worrying the last bit of cereal around the bowl. By the time Mum had made my breakfast Lilly had finished eating, and was idly playing with a piece of paper.

Mum looked up from her own plate. “Lilly, if you’ve finished eating, go and brush your hair and get your shoes on.” As my sister slowly made her way out of the kitchen, Mum called after her, “And make sure you’ve got your ballet stuff.”

“These eggs are good,” I said.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” There was a soft tone to Mum’s voice that made me take notice. When I glanced up at her she was listening to be sure Lilly had gone upstairs. She turned to me and said in a hushed tone, “When you leave school today, Poppy, make sure you come straight home, okay?”

“I always come straight home, Mum. I’m not in any clubs or anything.”

Mum was blushing, “I know, it’s just I’ve organised a little surprise for you.”

“Ooooh, a surprise! What is it?”

She shook her head. “You’ll find out when you get home. Not a word to your sister, though. Okay?”

“Why? Is it naughty?”

Mum giggled, then kissed me, her tongue darting between my lips for an instant. “Yes, it’s naughty,” Then she whispered, “Erotic would be an even better word.”

Then a scowling Lilly stomped back into the kitchen, “Mu-um… I can’t find my leotard.”

“Come on honey, I’ll help you look for it,” Mum said, and they went upstairs together.

Erotic? My mother has an erotic surprise for me? Excited didn’t even begin to describe how I felt.

***

I didn’t see Mia at lunchtime that day; she had a music club thing to go to. So I was sitting on my own outside on a bench overlooking the sports field, munching on a sandwich. It was windy and quite cold, so most of the girls were eating inside. I liked the solitude, though — it gave me a chance to think about whatever it was my mother was planning. Then, out of nowhere, a strikingly beautiful blonde girl plonked herself next to me on the bench.

“Hi,” she said cheerily.

I recognised her straight away. Her name is Henrietta Cavendish-Brown, or Henri, or Hen, depending on who you ask. I have a bit of a crush on her, but she’s way out of my league. She looks like a cheerleader, with perfect blonde hair, blue eyes and a big friendly grin. She is fourteen and in year nine, two years above me.

“Hi,” I said and took a bite of my sandwich, trying to act casual.

“I’m Henrietta… you can call me Henri if you like.” she said and offered her hand.

“Um… I’m Poppy,” I said, shaking hands with her.

“Do you always eat alone out here?”

“Nah, normally I eat with Mia, but she’s at some music thingy.”

“Oh, I know her, I think. She looks a bit like you?”

“Yeah, that’s her.”

“You two are like peas in a pod,” she said, smiling.

This whole situation was too weird for words. I had to get to the bottom of it. “Henri, don’t take this the wrong way or anything, but… why are you talking to me?”

“HA! Good on you, get straight to the point, eh?” She had a deliciously posh accent that was making me melt inside.

“What I mean is, aren’t you worried people will see you?”

“See me what?” she asked, with a confused frown.

“See you talking to me. I mean… I’m two years below you!”

She just grinned, “You’ve been watching too many high school films. This place can be a bit cliquey, I’ll give you that, but it’s not so bad. Nobody cares if I have a friend in year seven. And if they do, then they can just fuck off.”

I loved the way her velvety tone wrapped itself around the swear word. She pronounced it ‘fuck orf’, and it sounded positively delicious. I may have been drooling at this point, it’s a bit hazy.

“So we’re friends then?” I said, frowning.

“You’re blunt, I like that. You’re always on your own or with… Mia, was it?”I nodded.

“Sure, I’d love for us to be friends. If you see me around, don’t be afraid to say hi, okay?”

“Okay, I will.”

“Good stuff. Right, must dash.”

Then she jumped up, blew me a kiss and trotted off. When she got a few meters away she called out to me, “Hey, Poppy. You need anything, just let me know. Anything at all. Okay?”

“Thanks. I’ll, um, I’ll see you around.”

The path she was heading for, not more than five meters further on, was a busy route between buildings. Henri had made sure to say that last bit loudly enough so at least half a dozen people heard her. She had publicly declared she was my friend and didn’t care who knew it.

WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK. JUST. HAPPENED?

I spent the rest of the day trying to work out what this Henri girl was up to. I couldn’t stop wondering why she wanted to be my friend, asking myself what she had to gain from it. Maybe I was being a bit cynical… but could it be that she was playing a prank on me? Okay, she seemed sincere, but I decided to remain on my guard just in case.

When school ended, it was just starting to rain. I was in the front hall by the main entrance waiting for Mia so we could walk home together. When she finally arrived, the hall was downright chaotic — girls milling about everywhere.

We turned to leave, and I nearly bumped right into Henri, who was with two other girls, “Hi, Poppy!” she said, giving me a huge smile.

I was nervous, but kept my cool. “Hey, Henri. How’re things?”

“I’m good, thanks. The weather’s a bit shit, so we’re waiting for Mummy to come and get us. Poppy, this is Olivia and Chloe.”

The two girls flanking Henri waved and smiled, chirping, ‘Hi!’ in stereo. I just nodded and smiled back.

“Are you walking home in this?” asked Henri, frowning at the mild autumn storm that was brewing up.

“Yeah. It’s not far, though.”

“Oh, dear… I would offer you a lift, but I already promised Chloe and Livs, plus Mum’s already got a couple of her chums in the car. I’m so sorry. Next time though, okay?”

“That’s okay. Thanks, though, it was nice of you to think of me.”

Then Olivia said, “Hen, your mother’s here.”

“Gotta dash. Bye,” said Henri, blowing kisses to Mia and me.

“Er. Poppy?” asked Mia when they had gone.

“Yeah.”

“Um. What just happened?”

“I’ve got no idea.”

On the walk home, I told Mia everything that had happened at lunchtime. We both concluded that this wasn’t a prank, but neither of us could come up with an explanation for why Henri was being so chummy with me.

When we got to the point where we always split up, I said to her, “Um, do you fancy coming to my house after school one day? You know, just to hang out and stuff?”

Mia seemed genuinely pleased. “Yeah, okay, thanks. What day?”

“Maybe Thursday or Friday, I’ll check with my Mum.”

“Okay. See you tomorrow then.”

“Bye.”

“Oh, and Poppy… I’ll listen out for any gossip about Henri, then let you know if I hear anything.”

“Thanks, Mia.”

When I got home, I kicked my shoes off and shook my coat out. Mum came out to greet me wearing a red polo neck top and a black A-line skirt that came down to the knee, with calf-length black boots.

“The weather is terrible,” Mum said, shaking her head. “I should have picked you up.”

“Mum, we’ve talked about this. I like to walk home with Mia.”

“I know, but still, in this weather? Are you very wet?”

“My coat took the brunt of it. Just my tights are wet. I’ll take them off in a minute. Where’s Lilly?”

“She’s at her ballet class. Take those tights off right away, we don’t have much time.”

I was already peeling them off, “Why the rush?”

“Um… your little surprise, remember?”

“Oh, hell! With everything that happened at school, I forgot! What’s the surprise?”

“What happened at school? Are you okay?” She looked concerned, as if I’d been wounded or taken ill or something.

“I’m fine, I’ve had a great day, I think. I’ll tell you later. I’m ready for that surprise now, if you’ve got it!”

“First, let me ask you this — do you fancy a game of Under the Table, or whatever you call it when you go under there?”

Was that my surprise? I remember Mum telling me that it was going to be something naughty. “Yes, please!”

“How would you like it if there was a… different view from what you normally see?”

I had no idea what Mum was talking about, so I just sort of frowned at her.

“If you like, then there will be another person for you to look at while you’re under there. Someone besides me.”

“Someone else? Who?” Suddenly I was in a state of excited panic, my heart going mental.

Mum put a finger to her lips. “It’s a secret. Here’s how it will work. First, no talking. Second, once you’re under the table, she’ll come in and sit down. Third, no peeking at her face! Fourth, when you’re… erm, finished, she’ll get up and leave. Then you can come out.”

My head was buzzing with excitement. “Are you serious?”

Mum shrugged. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to, it’s fine. I just thought…”

I fought to calm myself. “No, Mum, wait. I mean… yes, please, with bells on. I really want to do this. Thank you.”

“That’s my girl.” She kissed my forehead.

“Wait, Mum. Does she know I’ll be under there?”

“Of course she does! What do you take me for? And yes, she knows how old you are and exactly what you’ll be doing. Oh, and you can touch her, but don’t go any further than you did with me. Okay?”

Holy cow, was I ever thrilled! “We’re really doing this?”

“Yup. But only if you want to. I need to know you’re okay with it.”

I was nodding before she was even done talking. “Yes, yes, I want to do this. It’s fine, I know what you’re getting at. You’re not forcing me, I’m doing this of my own free will. There, how’s that?”

“Ha! You wonderful girl, you,” she said, then gave me a deep kiss that made me feel warm all over. Then the doorbell rang, which made us both jump. Mum quickly turned to me. “Hurry now, get under the table. Remember, don’t come out until she’s gone. And no talking!”

“Okay,” I said and dashed into the kitchen. Diving under the table, I slid my knickers off. Something told me they’d just be in the way

There were whispered voices in the hall, then I saw Mum’s lower half as she entered the kitchen. Right then, though, my attention was centred on the woman who followed my mother. She wore a black leather mini skirt and matching heels. Her bare legs were slim and shapely with a perfect light tan.

Mum sat down in her usual spot, then the other woman took the seat to my left, hitching her skirt right up to her waist as she sat. I was open-jawed in shock — she wasn’t wearing panties! Her clean-shaven kitty was close enough for me to touch.

I sat there gawping, then looked down at my lap. Without even thinking about it, I’d already begun to masturbate. When I looked up again, Mum had spread her legs and pulled her skirt up, too. She was wearing sheer black tights, but no knickers. I could clearly see the folds of her kitty, pressed up against the dark nylon.

I must have looked like someone watching a tennis match, my head swivelling one way, then the other. Then the mystery woman put a hand between her thighs. I watched closely as she pleasured herself, a slender, perfectly manicured finger trailing up and down through her opening.

I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. I tentatively reached out and touched the woman’s knee, then stroked my way up her leg as far as I dared to go, fingering myself all the while. The urge to come was building, getting stronger by the second. It wouldn’t be long now, I was starting to recognise the signs that my orgasm was about to happen. A glance to my right told me that Mum had joined in, rubbing herself through those sexy black tights.

Then the woman plunged a finger inside herself. I heard the liquid sound it made, and that was me gone. I closed my eyes, squeezed both legs shut with my hand trapped between them and kind of humped my fist while I clung to the mysterious lady’s leg. I’m sure I heard her moaning, but it may have been my mum — or perhaps both of them, I wasn’t sure.

My orgasm was huge, so big and juicy that I ended up making a puddle where I sat. This time, though, I didn’t fall down or pass out, although I felt very light-headed. It was an awesome experience.

Then the most amazing thing happened. The woman pushed a finger deep inside her very wet kitty, then pulled it out, crooked the finger and beckoned me closer. When I was near enough to feel the warmth of her sex on my face, she extended her hand, clearly offering that finger to me. I didn’t know if this was allowed, but if this woman wanted me to taste her, I was all too willing.

Taking that glistening finger into my mouth, I gently sucked it clean. It tasted so good, like nectar. Eager for more, I bathed it with my tongue until all her juices were gone. Then she gave me a cute little goodbye wave and stood up. I watched as she shimmied her skirt down and followed my mother out of the room. It was only a quick glimpse I got, but I thought her bum looked amazing. I had an urge to jump out and bury my face between her cheeks, but knew that would have got me in trouble.

A short while later, Mum came back in and said, “The coast is clear, you can come out now.”

“Who was she?” I asked, crawling out from under the table, still slightly lightheaded.

“Did you like her?” Mum said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear and stroking my cheek.

“Uh-huh. She was lovely. Well, the view I had was lovely, anyway.”

“I can assure you that the rest of the view is just as good.”

“Stop teasing me! Who is she?”

“It’s a fair question, and if you really have to know right now then I’ll tell you. But it’ll be more fun if you wait.”

“Wait for what?”

Mum glanced at her watch. “We’ve got a lot to talk about, you and I… and your sister is due home in a minute. Why don’t we have a chat later tonight, after Lilly has gone to bed, then you can tell me all about what happened at school today. Would that be okay?”

“Um, sure, but only if you promise that we really will talk tonight… or I won’t get a wink of sleep!”

“I promise, sweetheart.”

***

Over dinner that evening, Lilly kicked up a stink about her bedtime. My little sister goes to bed at 8 PM, and I turn in an hour later. Mum had promised that when we moved to the new house we could talk about that, which Lilly and I took to mean that we’d both get a later bedtime.

I could have screamed. Of all the nights that Lilly could have chosen to remember this and bring it up, she had to do it that night, when I was desperate for her to go to bed so I could have my private chat with Mum.

In the end, Mum gave into Lilly’s pleading and moved both our bedtimes to an hour later. And after all that, Lilly goes and falls asleep in front of the telly at a quarter to nine!

Mum carried her up to bed, then came back downstairs and sat down next to me on the sofa. When the program we were watching was over, she poured herself a glass of white wine and said, “So… tell me what happened at school today.”

Her bringing up school made me remember something. “Before I forget, is it alright if Mia comes home with me after school one day, and maybe stays for dinner?”

“Of course it’s okay. You can invite her home whenever you like, you don’t need to ask first. I’ll drop her home after we’ve eaten. Not too late if it’s a school night, though.”

“Thanks, Mum. So… you’ll never believe what happened to me today!”

“Erm, let me guess.”

“Good luck, you’ll never get it.”

“I think that…”  She put her hand on her chin and squinted at the ceiling in an exaggerated pose that suggested deep thought, “I think that you were sitting all on your own in the cold at lunchtime, and a beautiful blonde girl came up and offered to be your friend.”

I could only gape at Mum like an idiot. “How did you know that?” I cried.

Mum was grinning from ear to ear. “This may be a lot to take in, but I think you’re ready… in fact, I’m sure you are.”

“Ready for what? Please, Mum, no more teasing. Tell me!”

“My sweet Poppy… l love you so much,” she said, stroking my cheek.

Oh dear, we were dangerously close to cooing territory. Mum can ‘coo’ for England, that’s what Lilly and I call it when she goes all soppy over us. She’ll sit there dreamy-eyed and telling tales of when I was a little girl for hours if I let her. I needed her to get to the point.

“Mother, I am ready, I am happy, we’re all good. PLEASE… Mum, I have to know what’s going on!” By then, I was practically bouncing in my seat

“Sorry, love. This isn’t easy for me, you know… I’m a little nervous.”

Now she said it, I could see the concern on her face. She took a sip of wine, took a deep breath and said, “From the beginning, then. About a year ago I met someone. Her name is Kiki.”

That name rang a bell, but I couldn’t place it. Mum carried on, “She and I are in a relationship, sort of.” I was about to ask what she meant by ‘sort of’’ when she held her hand up, “I know, but bear with me. Kiki and I are close friends who have sex with each other. We are very close, but not exclusive. That means we can see other people if we like. Understand so far?”

“I think so. It’s like you do sex stuff with her, but she’s still more of a friend.”

“Spot on,” Mum said, tapping the side of her nose. “We’re free to be with other people if we wish, there’s no commitment in the traditional sense. But we’re close friends and care deeply for each other.”

“It sounds wonderful, Mum. Where did you meet?”

“At a party in Soho. She’s thirty-four, blonde, an inch or two shorter than me and lives right here in Westerfield.”

“I’ve got so many questions! Wow, I don’t know where to start.”

“Just let me finish telling you everything…  then you can ask what you like.”

“Okay.”

“Kiki is just her nickname, her real name is Corine Cavendish-Brown. She’s on the board of governors at your school — in fact, it was Kiki who helped me get you a place there.” Mum smiled at me as that sank in.

“Ah, so that’s who it was.” Then the penny dropped, “Hold on… that’s Henri’s mum! My new friend! Is that why she wanted to be my friend — because you and Kiki told her to?” I wasn’t sure I liked that idea.

Mum could see that, and hastened to reassure me. “No, no — quite the opposite, in fact. Kiki and I thought it best that we wait so I could introduce you properly. I met Henri soon after I met her mum, so I’ve known her for a while now. I’ve told them all about you and Lilly. We talk about you two quite a lot, and they really want to meet you girls. When Henri saw you sitting on your own in the cold and wind, it broke her heart. She couldn’t help coming up and saying hello to see if you were all right.”

“I’m glad she did, she’s nice.”

“Henri is wonderful, I know you’re going to love her. And Kiki, too.”

“Can we meet them soon?”

“Yes, but just you, not your sister. We need to keep this a secret from Lilly… for now, at least.”

“Why?”

She took a big gulp of wine, then said, “Kiki, obviously, is a lesbian. The thing is, Henri is gay, too.”

That surprised me. Henri was so pretty and popular that I’d sort of assumed that she was into boys. It made me tingle all over, finding out that she was like me. “I didn’t know that,” I admitted.

“That’s not the really big secret, though,” Mum said. “What I’m about to tell you is something you have to keep completely to yourself. Promise me you’ll do that?” I nodded. “Well then, here it is. Kiki and Henri have been in a sexual relationship with each other for nearly four years. They’re lovers.”

Shocked as I was, I somehow managed to do the math, and figured out that Henri was having sex with her mother when she was nine or ten — even younger than me! Despite the fact I’d been masturbating all weekend while having sexy thoughts about my own mother, this revelation shook me to the core.

Those fantasies of making love with Mum were more like fairy tales than anything that could actually happen in real life — just my imagination running wild. Mothers and daughters didn’t really do things like that! Now I knew that sometimes, they did.

Questions were flying around my head. I voiced one. “Just checking, that’s illegal, right?”

“Uh-huh. Very much so. Twice illegal, because Henri is underage.”

“And… you’re okay with this?”

“Henri is very mature and capable of making her own decisions, and she doesn’t do anything she doesn’t want to do. My question, though, is this: how do you feel about it?”

“Honestly?” I replied with a shrug. “I’m fine with it… more than fine. If they want to be lovers, then that’s their business, and good luck to them. Henri seems happy, anyway.”

Mum gave me a huge smile. “God, I love you,” she said, then kissed me on the mouth.

I had to smile back. “What’s that for?”

“I just love you, that’s all. Anyway, Henri has been wanting to get to know you for a while, but Kiki and I asked her not to introduce herself until we were ready. If Henri was seen speaking to you at school, we worried that it might seem odd, since she’s a couple of years ahead.”

“It did seem odd, yeah. It was nice that she did, though. Mia was dead impressed.”

“Well, nobody knows that you, me, or Henri are gay. Each of us will make that public at some point, I’m sure, but only when we’re ready.”

“So it’s just Kiki who’s, um, open about being a lesbian, right?”

“Correct. Okay… are you with me so far?”

I was taken aback. “So far? You mean, there’s more?” To be honest, I wasn’t sure how many more surprises I could handle.

“One or two things. Don’t you want to know who was under the table?”

“Oh, yeah, I completely forgot! Let me guess… was it Henri?”

“Ha! No, but her mum will be pleased you thought so. Kudos to her. It was Kiki.”

“Oh my God! Really?”

“Uh-huh.”

I could only shake my head in awe. Not only had I got to watch Mum’s lover masturbate, I’d tasted her pussy! “I can’t wait to see what the top half of her looks like.”

Mum grinned, “You’ll love her. She’s a grownup version of her daughter.”

“If that’s true then you’re right, I will love her!”

Mum took my hand. I could feel her trembling. Draining her wine glass, she set it down and looked at me. I could feel myself getting lost in those warm brown eyes. “So, um, do you think it’s okay for a mother to be… attracted to her daughter?” She was nervously toying with a strand of her hair as she spoke.

My heart was pounding. I knew what she was trying to tell me, and I knew my answer… but right then, I decided to show her my feelings, not say them out loud. “Mummy?”

“Yes, sweetie.”

“Will you kiss me? The way you did last night?”

She moved in slowly. I shivered when our lips touched — which made Mum shiver, too. Then I settled down and sort of let her lead me, copying what she did. When she playfully nibbled my bottom lip, I did the same to her a bit later. It was like a fun, sexy game of follow-the-leader, only played with our mouths. Then Mum brought her tongue into it — and just like that, our kissing turned hot and sexy.

My knickers were so wet that I probably could have wrung them out like a damp flannel. I felt my hands wanting to reach out and touch Mum’s body, but I wasn’t sure if that was allowed, so I kept them where they were. Her tongue was exploring — teasing my lips, probing into my mouth, inviting my tongue to dance. I felt so aroused that I didn’t know which way was up.

Finally Mum gently broke away and whispered, “I’ll take that as a yes, then.”

“Huh?”

“That yes, you do think it’s okay for mothers to be attracted to their daughters.”

“Oh, that. Hee hee, yeah, that’s definitely okay.” I said, then kissed her again to emphasise my meaning.

“You’re so sweet. Okay, it’s time to have a serious discussion, young lady. Come on, sit up.”

I obeyed, though not without pouting a bit. “Do we have to? Can’t we kiss some more?”

“Maybe later.” She took my hand again. Did she have even more to tell me? What more could there be?

“Before we go any further,” she began, “there’s something I need to know. I have to be absolutely certain that you get what I’m talking about here, that you and I want the same thing. Most of all, I need to be sure you understand that i’m not… putting pressure on you in any way.”

“Mum, I…”

She cut me off. “No. Hear me out. Poppy, I have to be one hundred percent sure about this. I need you to tell me that you understand what I’m asking you. And why we need to be careful.”

“Okay,” I replied, slowly nodding. “So, um, how about I just sort of tell you what I think you’re saying?”

“Sounds good… go for it.”

I took a deep breath and held it for a second, then let it out slowly. “You and Kiki are sort of lovers… and Kiki is having sex with her daughter Henri. Now, you’re asking me if I think it’s okay for mums and their daughters to — to be attracted to one another. Okay so far?”

“Yes,” Mum replied.

I gazed deep into her eyes, speaking as seriously as I ever had in my life. “Mum, are you asking if I want to have sex with you…?”

My mother looked as if she was about to faint, but she never looked away, “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, sweetheart… I am.”

I stared at her for a heartbeat, then threw both arms around my mum’s neck. “Oh, Mummy,” I cried, “the answer is yes. YES! I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life!” Abruptly breaking away, I cupped her face in my hands, our noses almost touching. “And, I know it’s like, the world’s biggest secret, ’cause mums and their kids aren’t s’posed to be lovers. But I don’t care, it’s totally what I want. Oh, wow, I’m so excited! And I am a hundred percent sure, honest I am. Oh, and I love you more than anything… so, y’know, whatever happens, we’ll be okay.”

I hadn’t planned any of that; it all just came pouring out. I was trying to convince Mum that YES, this was very much what I wanted, just in case she had second thoughts and decided I was too young for sex. I was shaking by the time I’d finished.

Mum bundled me up into her arms. “I love you so much,” she said, pausing to kiss my ear. “I’ll always be there for you.”

“I love you too, Mummy.”

“But, are you really sure?” she said, teasing me.

“YES! I’m sure!” I insisted, then began to tickle her ribs. Mum is incredibly ticklish, and she burst into gales of helpless laughter.

“Okay, okay, you win,” she gasped, pushing my hands away. “You’re sure, I believe you.”

We fell back on the sofa, drifting into a lovely cuddle. “So, er…does that mean we can have sex now?” I asked.

Mum chuckled. “That’s my girl, always says what’s on her mind.”

“Is that a yes or a no?”

“Yes, we can have sex, but not yet.”

I sat bolt upright, my mouth set in a scowl. “WHAT? WHY? WHEN?”

“Hey hey, calm down, you’ll wake your sister up.”

“Nothing would wake her up.”

“True, but still, keep your voice down. Remember I said I need to be sure? Well, we’re going to do one last thing before we go any further. I’m going to give you some time to digest all this. I want to make sure you’re comfortable with the idea of the two of us becoming lovers. Can you do that for me?”

I gave a dramatic sigh. “Oh, Mum, I told you how much I want to do it… but we can wait, if it makes you happy. How long, though?”

“Good girl. Um, say, Saturday.”

Saturday? That ages away, that’s like… FIVE DAYS!”

“Shhhhh! I’m glad you’re so keen, honey… but let’s take our time here. There’s no rush.”

“There is a rush, a big rush, a huge rush. What if we waited two days? Would that be okay?”

Mum just rolled her eyes. “I was going to surprise you… but clearly you’re not going to let this drop. I thought It would be nice if our first time together was special. I’ve arranged for Lilly to have a sleepover with her friends on Saturday, she’ll go over there in the morning. Then, you and I will meet Kiki and Henri for lunch and hit the shops. We can all go back to Kiki’s house for dinner and spend the night there. It’s a beautiful house, and there’s a nice spare room you and I can use. Would you like that?”

Would it? I was so excited, I actually forgot to breathe for a moment. “God, yes! That sounds… incredible. I just wish tomorrow was Saturday.”

“Me too sweetie.”

“Have you already asked Kiki about all this?”

“Of course… and Henri, too. It was Henri’s idea, actually.”

“What, even the bit about, you know, you and me…”

“About you and me fucking?”

I blushed, Mum never swore. Well, hardly ever. “Um, well, yeah.”

She laughed, “Poppy, honey, when it’s just us you can use those kinds of words.”

“Really?”

“Repeat after me: fuck, shit, cunt, cock, pussy, and bollocks!”

I burst out laughing, through my chuckles I managed to say, “Fuck, shit, cunt, cock, pussy, and bollocks!” With that, we fell about laughing until our sides hurt.

Wiping her eyes, Mum continued. “And yes, sweetie, of course they know you and I are going to be making love. And since it’s our first time, they wanted to help make it special.”

“Mum?”

“Yes, sweetie.”

“I can’t fucking wait until it’s Saturday.”

On to Chapter 4!

 

Unaccompanied Minor, Book Two, Chapter 12

  • Posted on June 21, 2021 at 1:59 pm

By Amanda Lynn

The remaining few days of her time with Monica, Gwen, and her father had gone by in a flash. If Trish and Monica weren’t home keeping busy, they were at the mall or the pool. The evenings were reserved for family time. Jason, now done with the night shift, would take them all out to dinner, then a movie, or a trip to the bowling alley. One rainy evening they just stayed home and played board games. Trish and Monica had saved their lovemaking for the nighttime, though they did get in an afternoon threesome with Gwen.

They were quiet on the way to the airport, holding hands instead of speaking, in fear one of them would start to cry, though the tears did come as they hugged and said their farewells at security. When Trish and her dad passed through the metal detector she turned and waved to Monica and Gwen. Her heart ached, and she wanted to rush back to Monica and hold her and never let go. She couldn’t do that, though, and she knew it.

She would miss Monica, and Monica would miss her. But soon enough, she would be home with her mom, and she would see Cindy too. Besides, it wasn’t like she would never see Monica again. They would be together again during the Christmas holidays, and they could video chat on their computers in the meantime. Feeling just a tad bit better, she took her dad’s hand and headed to her gate.

***

The flight was uneventful, and it landed at Toronto’s Pearson International on time. Suitcase in hand, Trish and the flight attendant assigned to her made their way from the baggage carousel to where her mother would be waiting to greet her. Trish’s smile grew when she spotted Stacey and she hurried over, wrapping her arms around her mother.

With the release forms signed and ID shown, the flight attendant wished them a good afternoon and left. A dozen or so minutes later, Trish and her mom were in the car and heading for home. They talked all the way there, Trish recounting the adventures she had with Monica in the city and at camp—well, the G-rated ones, anyway—and the family outings with her dad and Gwen.

“Sounds like you had an exciting time,” Stacey said as she steered the car into their driveway.

“Yeah, but I wish they lived closer, though.”

Stacey smiled warmly and rested a hand on Trish’s knee. “You and Monica have become good friends, huh?”

Trish nodded then glanced at her knee. Her mother’s hand was still there, and she felt a little pull in her belly. Looking back up, she caught Stacey’s eyes and held them for a long beat.

“Well then,” Stacey said, pulling her gaze and hand away, “Let’s get inside. Are you hungry? I thought I’d order Chinese.” Her mother hurriedly exited the car before Trish could utter a word. What the hell was that about? Trish wondered.

Trish was in her room and was taking her clothes from her suitcase when her mom appeared at her bedroom door. “The food will be here in about 30 minutes,” Stacey said, leaning against the door jamb and folding her arms across her chest.

“Okay,” Trish replied then went back to her unpacking. After a few moments, she realized Stacey was still standing there, a curious grin on her face.

“Mom?” Trish cocked her head slightly. “Are you okay?”

“Hmm? Yes, of course. I’m happy you’re home. I missed you, that’s all,” Stacey said and crossed the short distance to pull Trish into a hug.

Trish returned the hug and it felt nice. Nice enough to send a familiar tingle through her body when her mother’s hand gently caressed her back. Don’t be silly, she scolded herself. It’s just a hug, nothing more. Stacey gave her a soft kiss on the cheek before retreating from the room, leaving Trish slightly confused.

After the contents of her suitcase were put back where they belonged, and the suitcase itself stowed in the closet, Trish made her way downstairs just as the doorbell sounded. She retrieved plates and utensils from the kitchen and set the table while Stacey paid the delivery guy.

Trish squeezed plum sauce from a small plastic packet, drizzling it over her egg rolls. She took a bite of one. “Mmmm,” she said as she chewed, “these are so good.”

“Did you leave your manners in Edmonton?” Stacey teased.

Trish made a face, scrunching up her nose at her mother, then took another bite.

“Have you called Cindy to let her know you’re home?” Stacey asked.

Trish shook her head. “Not yet.” She ate a couple of forkfuls of rice. “Do you think it would be okay if she stayed the night tomorrow?”

“Of course, sweetie. I’m sure Cindy is anxious to see you too.” Stacey grinned at her knowingly, clearly thinking she knew what Trish and Cindy would get up to. And Stacey would be right, of course.

After supper, Trish helped with the clean up before heading to her room to call Cindy. Her friend was excited to hear from Trish and eagerly agreed to the sleepover. They chatted for a bit, but each of them had stories to tell that were best saved for when they could speak face to face. They said goodnight with a promise to see each other early the next afternoon.

The rest of the evening was spent on the sofa with her mom watching TV. Trish noticed during the evening that Stacey seemed to be more touchy-feely than normal, placing a hand on Trish’s leg or arm when she spoke and such. It wasn’t unpleasant or anything, it just wasn’t typical mom behavior.

“I’m gonna go to bed now,” Trish said when the movie they were watching ended. It was closing in on 10 PM, which made it 8 PM in Edmonton, and she wondered if Monica might be online.

“Okay, honey,” Stacey said. She gave Trish a warm hug, caressing her back, then a soft kiss on the cheek. “Sleep well.”

“Night, Mom.” Trish returned the hug and headed upstairs. She made a quick stop in the bathroom to pee and brush her teeth, then continued to her room, where she stripped to her panties and pulled on a nightshirt. Finding a comfortable spot on her bed, she opened her laptop. A few clicks later, Monica was smiling back at her from the screen.

“Hey there. Home safe and sound, I see,” Monica said.

“Yeah. I miss you already but it’s good to be home, too.”

“I miss you, too. I bet your mom was happy to have you home.”

“Yeah, she was.” Trish paused for a moment. “Ya know, she seems… I don’t know how to explain it. More hands-on happy to see me. Does that make any sense?”

“No,” Monica said. “You’re gonna have to explain that.”

“Well, ever since I got off the plane, she’s been giving me hugs. I mean, I expected one at the airport, but she’s given me a bunch more since then. And then she touched my arm or leg while we sat and talked like a hundred times.”

“Maybe she’s just really happy to see you?” Monica said, drawing out the word really.

Trish chuckled. “She’s never acted like that before when I’ve come home from your place.”

She watched Monica make her thinking face, eyes looking skyward and a finger tapping her chin. “Do you think maybe what happened in your bedroom that morning has gotten to her?”

It was Trish who made a face now. “What do you mean?”

“Maybe she’s been stewing on it the whole time you were with me and she’s decided to do something about it but isn’t sure how to tell you.”

“Do you think so?”

Monica shrugged. “Maybe.”

“How do I find out for sure? I mean, I can’t just come out and ask her if she wants to have sex.”

“Yeah, that would be awkward if she doesn’t want it,” Monica said with a chuckle. “Maybe you could just flirt a little. You know, touch her arm or leg like she does to you, or maybe wear something a bit sexy.” Monica waggled her eyebrows at her.

“Sexy? What do I have that’s sexy? It’s not like I own anything from a Victoria’s Secret catalog.”

“No, I guess not. You could wear that crop top and shorts you had on the other day, let her see some skin. Or,” Monica held up a finger as inspiration struck, “you could wear that short nightshirt—you know, the one with the wolf on it—and nothing underneath.”

Trish frowned at her stepsister. “Okay, then what?”

“Then do things around your mom that look innocent but that gives her a glimpse of your cute butt and pussy.” Monica grinned at her mischievously.

“I should flash my mother. Is that what you mean?” Trish had to admit, the idea excited her. More than that, it was turning her on. Without thought, she slipped a hand into her panties.

“No, I said innocent things. Like bending over to pick up something you dropped, or sit cross-legged on the sofa. Stuff like that.”

“You have a naughty mind. Of course, I already knew that,” Trish said.

“Speaking of naughty, are you playing with yourself?”

“Huh?” Trish glanced down, realizing just then what she had been doing. She grinned sheepishly at the monitor, then giggled. “Yeah, I guess I am.”

“Hang on a sec,” Monica said, then disappeared from the field of view. A moment later, the image on the screen shook and bounced around before settling once again. Monica was now naked, sitting on her bed, legs spread wide. The laptop was positioned in such a way that Trish had a perfect view of all of Monica’s body, especially the naughty bits.

“Oh! It’s going to be that kind of video chat, I see,” Trish said with a giggle. She followed Monica’s lead and soon she too was naked with the laptop positioned strategically between her legs.

They chatted some more as they watched each other masturbate. As pleasure grew, their conversation ceased, giving place to soft moans and quick breaths. Trish’s eyes were glued to the screen. Monica looked so hot with her fingers moving faster and faster over her pussy. But Trish kept pace, and soon each of them was rocked by a strong orgasm.

After a time, Trish straightened and focused once more on her laptop screen. Monica was adjusting her position on her bed as well, grinning at the camera.

“That was fun,” Monica said with a chuckle. “We’ve never done that before.”

Trish smiled. “I hope it’s not the last time.”

“Oh, for sure, it won’t be!”

***

Stacey hadn’t planned on eavesdropping. It wasn’t her fault that the sounds of pleasure coming from her daughter’s room had caught her attention as she passed by. She had intended to pause just for a second, to confirm that she had indeed heard what she thought she’d heard. Then she would head back downstairs to her TV show, leaving Trish in peace to continue what she was doing.

That was what she had intended to do. But the moans coming from Trish’s room had seemed so erotic. There were other moans as well, but they sounded different, as if coming through a pair of speakers. Was her little girl watching porn now? When she put her ear against the door to listen—just for a second, she thought, just to be sure—it was the unmistakable sound of fingers moving rapidly over and through a wet pussy that made it impossible for Stacey to pull away.

Stacey had thought a lot about Trish while her daughter was away. Of course, that was to be expected from a caring mother. But Stacey’s thoughts had been focused more on what had happened in Trish’s room just before she left for Edmonton. Stacey had wanted to, had tried to put it out of her mind…

Then Cindy happened. She’d had sex with Cindy. With a 12-year-old girl. Not just once, but several times over the weeks. She’d lost count, it had been so often.

Each time she’d been with Cindy—touching her, kissing her, licking her—she would think of Trish, wondering what it would be like to do these things to her daughter. At first, she’d been ashamed of herself. How could you want to fuck your own child? she had thought. But with each delicious orgasm she gave Cindy, the desire to pleasure her daughter consumed her more, and by the time she’d picked Trish up at the airport, her mind had been made up. Now, she only needed to find the best way to let Trish know.

When she figured that Trish had come, Stacey turned to leave, but hesitated when she heard Trish speak. Her daughter was alone in the room, she knew that. Maybe the other moans hadn’t come from a video, but another person online. Cindy, most likely. But the other voice she heard didn’t sound like Cindy. It wasn’t until Trish called Monica by name that Stacey knew who the mystery girl was.

“Oh my God,” Stacey whispered to herself, “she’s having cybersex with Monica.” Imagining what those two might have been up to during the past four weeks, the kernel of an idea formed in her mind. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she hurried downstairs.

***

Trish rolled onto her side and reached out for Monica, wanting to snuggle close, but her hand found only empty space. Her eyes fluttered open and she breathed a disappointed sigh, realizing that she was in her own room as the fog of sleep lifted. She had become used to waking up beside Monica and she missed it.

A knock on her door drew her from the sad thoughts.

“Come in,” Trish said.

The door opened and Stacey poked her head in. “Morning, sweetheart. I’m not disturbing you, am I?”

“No. I was just getting up.” Trish stretched and yawned then pushed herself into a sitting position.

“Good. I didn’t want to interrupt if you were… well, you know.” Stacey flashed her a wicked grin.

“Mom!” Trish covered her face, hiding the blush that she felt burning her cheeks.

“I’m just teasing you. No need to get embarrassed, you know my thoughts on the subject.” Stacey crossed the room and sat beside her.

Trish peeked between her fingers at her mother. “I know. It just feels weird.”

“I understand. It can feel awkward to talk to an adult about sex and stuff, especially with your mother.” Stacey smiled and rested a hand on Trish’s thigh.

Lowering her hands, Trish nodded. “Yeah, a bit. But I know I can talk to you if I need to.” Even through a blanket and sheet, her mother’s touch made her tingle.

“Good,” Stacey said. After a pause, she said, “Your dad tells me that you and Monica have become quite close.”

Trish froze and looked at her mother wide-eyed. What did she know? For that matter, what did her father know? “What do you mean?”

Stacey rubbed her thigh. “He said you two seemed to be more like real sisters than just good friends.”

Trish beamed at the statement. “Really, he said that?”

“Uh-huh. But I can’t help but wonder if maybe you two are even closer than that.”

Just as she was beginning to relax, Trish stopped and stared again, her heart skipping a beat. Maybe her mom did know something, after all. She tilted her head to the side, trying to look like she had no idea what Stacey was talking about. “What… do you mean?” Trish asked again, more slowly.

Stacey hesitated, then glanced from Trish to the laptop that rested on her dresser and back again. “I heard you last night, while you were online with Monica, and it sounded very much like you two were…having cybersex.”

Trish’s eyes widened in shocked surprise. Had her mother listened in on her? Trish wasn’t sure if the heat on her face was more from embarrassment or anger. “Were you spying on me?” Her voice raised in pitch and volume.

“No! Well, sort of. Crap!” Stacey sputtered. She took a breath and let it out. “Let me explain. It wasn’t my intention to listen in on you. I was on my way from the bathroom to the living room when I heard you and another girl making sounds that were… let’s just say telling. And you have to admit you were a bit loud.” Stacey chuckled, but Trish didn’t. “Anyway, the second voice caught me off guard because I knew you were alone. I trust you, and I knew you wouldn’t be doing things like that with strangers, so I thought it might have been Cindy, but then you used Monica’s name.”

Trish shifted nervously. Had their online antics the night before just caused a major problem for them? Her mother didn’t seem upset about it. Or, if she was, she didn’t show it.

“I must admit it didn’t surprise me as much as you might think,” Stacey continued. “Considering how close your dad says you two are, and then what happened with Cindy, well…” Stacey shrugged and took Trish’s hand. “I apologize for making you feel like I was spying, sweetheart. I remember what I told you about exploring your sexuality alone or with another girl, and that still stands. But you’re only 12 years old, and I’m still your mother…”

Trish bowed her head as a blush warmed her cheeks. “I know,” she said softly.

“Good,” Stacey said as she kissed Trish’s forehead. “Now, go get in the shower and I’ll get breakfast started.”

Trish watched as Stacey stood and crossed the room. She wasn’t upset with her mother anymore, and she was very relieved that Stacey wasn’t mad at her. Thinking back, Trish had been a bit loud the previous night as she and Monica masturbated.

When Stacey reached the door, she paused and looked back at Trish. “I still want to have a chat sometime, about you and Monica.” She grinned at Trish and left the room.

“Great,” Trish groaned to the empty room.

***

Trish was just finishing up in the bathroom when the doorbell rang. She smiled at her reflection in the mirror and hurriedly washed her hands before rushing downstairs to meet Cindy. It had been a month since she’d seen her bestie and she was excited to catch up.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs, Trish saw that her mother had already answered it. She arrived just in time to see them finishing an embrace. It seemed a little weird that her mother would do that, but Trish didn’t dwell on it, figuring that it had been just as long since her mother had seen Cindy, and Stacey was happy to see the girl as well.

“Hey, long time no see,” Trish said. She greeted her friend with a big smile and a hug of her own.

“Felt like forever.” Cindy wrapped her arms around Trish. “I’ve got a story to tell you later,” she whispered in Trish’s ear.

“Oh, yeah?”

Cindy nodded, flashing a naughty grin.

“Listen, I’m going to have to go home for a bit this afternoon,” Cindy said.

“How come?” Trish asked, closing the front door.

“My grandparents will be in the city today for a specialist appointment and are going to visit us after. Mom said she will call me when they arrive so I can say hi and stuff. I shouldn’t be gone too long.”

Trish smiled at her friend. “That’s okay, just hurry back.”

“Don’t worry, I will.”

“So, how was your trip, Cindy?” Stacey asked as they moved into the living room.

“It was great. We did a lot of stuff in Vancouver. We were hardly ever at the motel, it felt like,” Cindy replied as she followed Trish into the living room. They sat and Cindy told them of her adventures in the city with her parents, aunt, and cousins.

“Sounds like you had an exciting time,” Stacey said when Cindy had finished.

“Yeah, sounds pretty cool,” Trish agreed.

“Well, if you’ll excuse me, I have some things to take care of,” Stacey said as she stood. “Pizza okay for supper?”

“Sure, Mom.”

“Sounds good,” Cindy replied.

Cindy grabbed her overnight bag from the front entryway as they headed to Trish’s room. Once in the bedroom, Trish closed the door and Cindy dropped her bag at the foot of the bed. The girl then turned toward Trish, a wicked smile on her face. She quickly closed the short distance between them and pulled Trish into her arms then kissed her.

Trish was only slightly surprised by the suddenness of her friend’s passion and responded quickly, accepting Cindy’s probing tongue. The kiss was brief but hot, igniting Trish’s desire.

When Cindy pulled back, she was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “I missed you,” she said.

“Really? I couldn’t tell,” Trish replied playfully. They laughed and plopped down on the bed.

“So, what’s this story you wanted to tell me?” Trish asked.

“Well,” Cindy said, taking her phone from her pocket, “that story I told you and your mom about my vacation with my cousins…”

Trish cocked her head and watched the cute redhead as she swiped through her phone in search of something. “What about it?”

Cindy held up a finger. “Just a sec,” she said, then said then continued to swipe. A couple of moments later, she handed Trish the phone. “The story I told was the G-rated version.”

“Oh?” Trish said, looking down at the phone. On the screen were three bikini-clad pre-teen girls, two of whom were twins. They looked identical except for their hair, for one was a blonde and the other’s hair was raven black. The third girl, who stood slightly shorter than the twins, had long brown hair. The trio was standing on a beach, side by side, each with an arm around the waist of the girl next to her.

“That’s Holly and Ivy,” Cindy said, pointing to the twins, “I told you about them before.”

“I remember. Which is which?”

“Holly is the blonde.”

“Which makes the other one Ivy. So, who’s the third girl?”

Cindy grinned. “That… is Charlie. And she’s the reason why the story needs an X-rating.”

Trish looked at her friend. “Yeah? Funny name for a girl.”

“I thought so too, at first. Her name is Charlene, but Charlie for short.”

Trish looked at the girls in the photo once again. They were sexy, and it didn’t take much to imagine what could have happened to make it an X-rated story. “So, spill, girlfriend,” Trish said, handing back the phone. “I need details.”

“Like I told you and your mom earlier, we stayed at a motel and visited my aunt and cousins pretty much on the daily. Charlie’s mom and my aunt are good friends, so Charlie hung out with us a lot, too. Anyway, about a week into the trip, me, my cousins, and Charlie had a sleepover at their place.”

“And this is when the naughtiness happened?”

Nodding, Cindy continued. “We were down in the family room, which is where we would crash for the night. We were just chilling and stuff when Charlie asked if I had a boyfriend. I, of course, said no. Then she asked me if I had ever kissed a girl.”

“Really? Just… out of the blue?”

“Yup. I wasn’t sure what to say. You know… in case they were homophobes or something stupid like that.”

“Right? So, what did you say?”

“Well, before I could reply, Charlie told me that they, meaning her and twins, kissed a lot. Then she leaned over and kissed me. It was just a quick kiss at first, but when I didn’t freak out, she did it again… and that time there was tongue.” Cindy waggled her eyebrows.

“Wow. And… I bet you returned the kiss?” Trish asked. She was anxious to hear where this was going.

“Uh-huh. We kissed for a while, until the twins interrupted us because they wanted a turn kissing me. Ivy kissed me first, while Holly made out with Charlie. Then me and Charlie switched twins, hah! We kept on kissing, switching back and forth. At some point, my hands started to wander and… I kinda found myself playing with Charlie’s boobs.”

“I bet that was hot,” Trish said. She was getting turned on by the story. As she sat on the bed, listening to Cindy, she began caressing her friend’s leg while squeezing her own together.

“Oh yeah! But Charlie stopped kissing me when I touched her boobs. She asked me straight out if I’d ever had sex with a girl before. I said I had. Didn’t even hesitate with the answer. The three of them then bombarded me with questions, like: With who? What did you do? Stuff like that.”

“So, you told them about us?”

Cindy nodded. “I hope that was okay.”

“Yeah. Sure. Not a big deal.” Trish gave her friend a reassuring smile. “What happened then?”

“Well, Holly and Ivy, one on either side of me, took off their t-shirts and then helped me out of mine. Then they pulled me down onto the bed and played with my boobs.” She gave Trish a sly grin.

“And Charlie?”

“She pulled off my panties and went down on me.”

“Man, she didn’t waste any time.”

Cindy laughed. “Not one bit!”

“That’s wild. You got to return the favor, I hope.”

“Uh-huh. By the time we were done, we’d all done each other more than once. Got into some interesting positions, too,” Cindy said with a smirk.

“Sounds like you had a lot of fun. But… um… you said you all did each other. Does that mean that Holly and Ivy…?”

“Yeah. I was surprised at first. I mean, doing your own sister, that’s a bit… well, whatever. I dunno, I might do the same thing if I had a hot sister, haha.” Cindy looked down at the photo on her phone again. “But what’s even more freaky is that they’re twins. It would be kinda like having sex with yourself. Don’t ya think?”

Trish shrugged. “I guess, but… honestly, sounds like it would be super-hot, if you ask me,” she admitted, grinning at the kinky thought.

Cindy flopped back on the bed and put her hands behind her head. “Okay, your turn. Tell me about your trip. Any hot sex happen for you?”

Snorting, Trish lay back as well next to Cindy. “You could say that.”

Trish went on to fill Cindy in on all the juicy details of her time in Edmonton, leaving out only the part about Gwen, since that was a rather delicate situation with her daughter involved as well.

“I have so many questions!” Cindy said. “You did it with a camp counselor? And a boy? And a bunch of other girls? I thought my vacation had been wild…” There was no doubt that she had become very aroused by Trish’s tale. She rolled onto her side, reaching out to cup Trish’s breast, then glanced at the clock on the nightstand. “But you’ve got me so fucking horny, I can’t think straight right now. I think we have time before supper, if you want to…”

Trish rolled over to face her friend and grinned as she shoved a hand down the front of Cindy’s pants. “Mmm,” she cooed, “you’re soaked.”

Cindy sucked in a breath and moaned approvingly, spreading her legs as Trish’s fingers dipped inside her. She began moving her hips eagerly in rhythm with Trish’s thrusts, then let out a pitiful whine when Trish withdrew her hand.

“Just a sec. Got other plans,” Trish teased. She licked the juices from her fingers as she stood, then with a saucy grin, she yanked the redhead’s pants off and dropped them to the floor before removing her own.

Kneeling on the edge of the bed, Trish lowered her face to the glistening pussy before her. She paused to inhale the intoxicating scent then pushed her tongue through her best friend’s slick folds. Cindy moaned, pushing her pelvis skyward. Trish felt fingers tangling in her hair, holding her in place. She sucked on Cindy’s clit, and the girl twitched, grinding herself against Trish’s face.

Trish lapped Cindy’s pussy hungrily as her own clit throbbed with need. She pulled free of her friend’s grip and pivoted her body clockwise until her pussy was within easy reach of Cindy’s mouth. The girl didn’t need any prompting and stuffed two fingers into Trish’s vagina, immediately fucking her with rapid thrusts.

“Fuck yeah,” Trish grunted and once more set to work on Cindy’s sodden cunt.

Soon the two of them were rocking back and forth, tongues and fingers busily pleasuring each other. Bodies thrumming with lust and minds lost in a haze of desire, the world around them ceased to exist.

When their orgasm took them, Trish collapsed and rolled off Cindy. They lay there panting for a while, and Trish wished that she had taken the time to remove her shirt, now stuck to her sweaty body. She was taking her time catching her breath, eyes closed, her cheek resting on Cindy’s bony shin, when she felt her friend jerk and gasp in what sounded like surprise.

Trish’s eyes flew open in response and she looked up, following Cindy’s gaze. A bolt of fear shot through her, then it was quickly replaced by confusion. Her mother was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame as if in need of its support. Trish could tell that she had been there for a while, watching them eat each other out. Stacey’s face was flushed red and her breathing was ragged. Her blouse was unbuttoned, and her bra had been pushed up, exposing her breasts. Her pants had been undone and pushed down to her thighs. The pink panties she wore were still on her hips, covering the hand that moved slowly inside.

Catching Trish’s gaze, Stacey straightened, stepped out of her pants, and walked toward the bed.

On to Chapter 13!

 

What’s With That Girl?

  • Posted on June 19, 2021 at 4:17 pm

A sweet and sexy story from a talented newcomer. Please join me in welcoming Rosey M to our site. — JetBoy

By Rosey M

“Your hair looks so nice today, Robyn! Can you teach me how you get it to look that way? I’d love to be as cute as you are.”

Robyn Byrne flushed in embarrassment as she sped past that strange girl Sarah, making her way over to her friends, waiting at their usual spot.

Amber was watching her approach and noted how her younger friend had quickened her step when passing the other girl. She spoke up. “Hey, Robyn. Seriously, just let me know if that weirdo is bothering you, ‘kay?”

Once Robyn finally reached their lunch table, she put her bag down and muttered something that sounded like agreement. Jess’ reaction toward seeing the girl flirting with another one of her friends was undisguised irritation, just like always. “If we’re not gonna do anything about her ourselves, we oughta say something to one of the teachers.”

Tara shook her head. “Now, now. We’re not fuckin’ narcs, Jess. Besides, I think it’s kinda cute how she’s always dyking out over us. Makes me feel hot, like ‘even the girls want me!”

Robyn and the others turned to gaze at Tara, bewildered. Yet Tara didn’t look at any of them, her attention focused on the girl in question. Following her line of sight, the others looked in the same direction. As if a sixth sense had told her they were watching, Sarah looked up with a grin and winked. And as one, the four of them averted their eyes and tried to ignore her.

***

It was a week before Halloween, and this scene had played out almost every day at lunch since the second week of school. Robyn still remembered the first day of seventh grade, when they had to introduce themselves during homeroom. Most of the other kids had done no more than awkwardly parrot their names, perhaps mentioning a hobby or a band they liked. Robyn didn’t break this mold, and the only information she volunteered was her appreciation of Linkin Park.

But Sarah freaking Byron wasn’t so shy.

“I’m Sarah, and I’m a lesbian. There’s a lot of cute girls at this school, and I’d love to get to know you all a lot better!” The girl hadn’t missed a beat as she outed herself to the class, and by extension the entire school. She’d directed a pointed glance toward Robyn as she said that last part, then casually returned to her seat.

The silence that descended over the classroom was immediate and oppressive, and the teacher quickly rushed through the rest of the introductions, lest any of the others attempt a stunt to top it. And before the week was out, everyone in the building knew that one of the new seventh graders was a lesbian.

The last time Sarah and Robyn had been in the same class was third grade, and she definitely wasn’t like that back then. All Robyn really knew about her after that was that she was one of the nicer kids in school, liked playing sports and running, and that she had a bad habit of staring when they crossed paths; so much so that at first, Robyn was always concerned that something was wrong with her appearance when they met. But she supposed that just as she’d had her own transformation between elementary school and junior high, Sarah must have had one of her own.

As weird as the thought of a girl that likes other girls was, Robyn didn’t have a problem with it. Sarah was tall for a girl of twelve, beating out all but one or two of the biggest boys in their grade. She had the tanned skin of someone who liked to spend their free time outdoors, and her boyishly slim frame had few curves that Robyn could see. Although the girl didn’t have any breasts worth noting, Robyn couldn’t help but admire the firm legs that spoke of countless hours spent running where others walked. She kept her light brown hair at neck length in a cut that looked stylishly unkempt. Her face was cute, but Robyn didn’t think she’d ever be beautiful. If she had to narrow it down, she’d say Sarah would grow up to be handsome. Not normally something you called another girl, but Robyn didn’t know how else to describe it. Sarah’s eyes were a rich brown color, with an innocent sweetness in them that made it hard to get mad when she looked at you.

At the time, Robyn had briefly stopped to wonder why she was analyzing Sarah’s appearance so closely. It’s not as if she liked girls.

***

At the tail end of spring, Robyn heard Evanescence’s “Bring Me to Life,” on the radio, and was immediately sucked in. Before the school year was done, she had thoroughly entrenched herself in a world that included Linkin Park, The All-American Rejects, and Fall Out Boy.

Her own height was rather average, but her mother finally caved and let her start wearing shoes with heels, and the extra inches given by the kittens she usually wore made her taller than nearly every girl in her class but Sarah. She’d given herself a total makeover over the past summer, saying goodbye to her vibrant ginger red hair. After a failed attempt with a box dye that quickly washed out, her mother had taken her to a salon, and now Robyn couldn’t get enough of the midnight black hair that hung to the middle of her back.

Her previously vibrant wardrobe had been replaced with a dark ensemble; the t-shirts that once displayed cartoon characters switched for black ones bearing the names of her favorite bands. Her breasts had finally begun to grow a year ago, and her training bras were dark to match everything else. She was secretly proud that she was a little more developed than the other girls her age, and always found herself comparing their bodies to hers. She had recently begun experimenting with makeup to hide the freckles she inherited from her mother, and was instantly taken with eyeliner and mascara when she saw how they made her green eyes look deep and mysterious.

Her friend Jess had gone through a similar evolution over the summer, and Robyn decided that she looked much more mature with her new look. Her long blonde hair was now a black bob, with a fringe to cover the left eye. Robyn once asked how she could stand only seeing out of one eye, and was told she should cut out one of her own and find out. They had met in the second grade, and became instant friends, despite their contrasting personalities. Where Robyn was passive and preferred to quietly do her own thing; Jess was aggressive and standoffish. She was short, with a frame almost as slight as Sarah’s. Robyn figured she acted angry so people didn’t look down on her for being short, and privately thought she was kind of like a chihuahua.

They were proud of their newfound maturity, and couldn’t wait to meet the older kids at their school who would share their interests. They didn’t meet anyone their own age who liked the same things, and were disappointed to learn that not even the older students shared their taste for all things dark and moody. But they did find friends among the eighth-graders, two girls named Amber and Tara. They started chatting after Amber noticed Robyn in her Fallen t-shirt, and began sitting together during lunch.

Amber was about the same height as Robyn, and had streaks of green in her naturally black hair. Robyn frequently found herself stealing peeks at the girl’s chest, which was bigger than anyone else’s in the eighth grade, let alone hers. She was quiet, but her silence was powerful, and only opened her mouth when she actually had something to say. Tara, by contrast, was chatty and peppy as can be. Her short blue hair started almost as many conversations as double-takes. She was quick with a joke, and would shamelessly bat her eyes at boys when they looked her way. Tara was almost as tall as Sarah, but with a bit of extra weight on her frame. She had the beginnings of what Robyn suspected would be a very womanly figure when she grew up.

The foursome had claimed a table in the courtyard situated slightly away from the rest, and spent all the time they could there. They talked about the new songs they liked (Panic! at the Disco was their favorite band at the moment), TV shows they were watching (Amber was a bit of an anime geek, and was currently trying to get them into some show called Hell Girl. It could only be watched in Japanese with English subtitles on your computer, but she claimed it was totally worth the trouble), any movies they wanted to see together (Corpse Bride was awesome, the first movie the girls watched as a group). Pretty much anything that came to mind was fair game.

Robyn noticed over time that they never talked about their crushes, or boys they thought looked hot. But she figured if they were all fine with that, she didn’t have to try to bring it up, either.

Robyn’s mother believes that the girls were just going through a phase, but she didn’t understand. This was who they were. Robyn liked how they all looked now that they were just being themselves. The only problem was that Sarah did, too.

***

As casually as Sarah had confessed that she liked girls, it quickly became apparent to Robyn that she had a preference for some girls in particular. She always had a smile for anyone that looked her way, but the quartet of emo girls received special attention. Sarah’s eyes always locked on to them when she was around, and she wasn’t shy about making her feelings known. Robyn recalled an exchange Jess had with Sarah about a week into the term, when she finally noticed the girl’s stares.

“What the hell are you looking at?”

“You.”

“Well, stop fucking looking, then!”

“Don’t get mad. I’m just admiring how stylish you are.”

“Well, I’m not a dyke. So take the hint and stop staring at me and my friends like that!”

“Well, maybe you should try it, before being so quick to judge me.”

Jess scoffed. “Yeah, you wish I would, don’t you?”

“Well, I wish one of you would.”

Sarah’s calm demeanor was clearly not what Jess was expecting when she confronted the girl. And just when Robyn thought her friend was going to explode, she angrily stalked off instead.

When Robyn caught up, Jess looked a little red in the face, and all she had to say on the subject was an angry mutter. “What’s with that girl?”

A couple of days after that, Sarah had begun sitting at the table closest to theirs during lunch, and commenced the flirting they had all grown used to. Her words were always polite, and the girls didn’t know what to make of it at first.

***

“I love your shirt, Amber! The girls on it don’t hold a candle to you, though. What’s Malice Mizer, anyway?”

“…Thanks, I guess? It’s a Japanese band.”

***

“How do you get your eyes to look so enchanting, Robyn? They light up and look like emeralds, even when I see them from far away.”

“Uh… Makeup and patience?”

***

“Tara, you look amazing in those stockings. Do you keep them on in gym class? They don’t look very comfortable for running.”

“Thanks, babe! The only thing I run is my mouth, though. So I wouldn’t worry about it.”

***

“I love how your hair looks today, Jess! The way it frames your face makes you look so cool!”

“Yeah, yeah. Keep looking, weirdo.”

***

“As nice as you look with your makeup, I love when you don’t cover up your freckles. They make you look really cute, Robyn!”

“…Um, okay. Thanks, Sarah.”

And on and on it went. Amber politely responded, Tara joked back, Robyn either answered awkwardly or got embarrassed, and Jess snapped at her while blushing. The girl always had something to say whenever one of them walked by, and a smile was never far from her lips when they looked at her. Sarah flirted with all of them, but she seemed to do it to Robyn more often than the others. And while Robyn would never admit it to her friends, the extra notice she got from Sarah made her feel good.

She never saw Sarah being harassed or bullied, but never noticed her hanging out with anyone, either. Robyn suspected that despite the girl being openly gay at thirteen, her confidence and obvious comfort in her own skin made her a less than ideal target to pick on. Sarah was nice to everyone in class, and her athletic skills made her an easy first choice during any team activity in gym. But as soon as school let out, there was a clear divide separating her from the other kids.

Although Robyn wasn’t exactly comfortable around the girl, she thought it was disgusting how Sarah’s old friends from elementary school had distanced themselves when she came out. Robyn simply didn’t get what their problem was. She’s just gay. What’s the big deal, anyhow?

Sarah always seemed to treat lunch as a chance to practice pickup lines, but never stuck around to flirt with Robyn or her friends after school. Robyn knew it was because Sarah spent afternoons running, exercising, and playing pickup games with the kids at the local park. She was never unwelcome if she showed up, but Sarah always seemed to have to seek games out; there was no effort from anyone to make her feel wanted.

Robyn often saw her on the walk home from school, and Sarah would always wave and smile. Sometimes, Robyn would even wave back at her. Only sometimes, okay?

***

As Robyn entered her house, she was greeted by the same quiet that was always there when she got home. Both her parents worked into the early evening, so she had a few hours of free time after parting from her friends. After tossing her bag on the chair in her room, she took off her pants, intending to change into a pair of shorts. Instead, she found herself falling back onto the bed. Her hand lazily crawled down her body and snaked its way into her panties. Robyn had discovered the joys of masturbation when she was ten, and frequently indulged in the pleasures it offered.

She had come across porn a few times while browsing on her computer. And while she tried getting off to it a few times, her imagination worked a lot better. She began stroking her slit up and down, biting her lip as she slipped the other hand under her bra and pawed at her small breasts. Flicking and pinching her nipples seemed to enhance how good it felt when she touched her pussy. Thinking back on all the cute people she saw throughout the day, she had to do a double-take at having to think of them as “people”. Very rarely did a boy make her list. It was almost always other girls.

There was Amber, with her boobs just begging Robyn to grab and caress them, like she was doing to her own right then. She thought of how Sarah would sometimes glance at Amber’s chest before quickly turning away, and found herself getting annoyed. She tried to think of somebody else, anybody. Like Tara, who was always wearing fishnet stockings. They made her look so much more mature; Robyn didn’t know why the school let her get away with it. She wanted to touch her friend’s pussy until it was soaking wet, then see if she could slide a finger inside. In her mind, Sarah’s hand joined hers, and together they explored Tara until they heard her cry out like a girl in one of those porn clips.

“God damn it!” Robyn hissed, her frustration growing.

Stop thinking about Sarah! Anyone else. Focus on someone else. Jess! Her best friend, who was so small that Robyn figured she could pick her up and cuddle her like a stuffed animal if she tried. She thought of wrapping her arms around Jess, burying her face in the girl’s hair as she touched her body all over. With her face buried in the dark tresses, she relaxed into the fantasy. But then Sarah’s hand burrowed its way into the thick of it, caressing Jess while pulling her in. In her mind, Robyn heard the wet sounds as Sarah began peppering her friend’s lips with kisses. Ugh! Quit touching her!

Robyn’s eyes fluttered open, her hand went still. Why does she keep popping into my head!?

Determined to come at least once, she began to masturbate again. As she racked her brain trying to find someone else to think about that she might get off to, she heard a phantom whisper in her ear, “…you look really cute, Robyn!”

Suddenly she imagined Sarah lying between her legs, the girl’s mouth an inch or two away from her sex like she was about to take a lick, but instead, she began to kiss Robyn’s inner thighs. Stroking her legs, Robyn groaned in frustration. “Nnnn! Lick my pussy, Sarah!” she gasped.

And the girl obliged, burying her tongue as far inside as she could get, setting Robyn off in a massive orgasm. She was furiously rubbing her clit in circles, mauling her breasts, thinking, Please, please, don’t stop! She came again. In the fantasy, Sarah was holding her thighs wide apart, staring up at her. The sweet-as-cocoa stare had Robyn melting, and the girl’s tongue was making quick work of the task at hand. God, Sarah — keep going! 

And as she felt the imaginary Sarah caressing her hips with all the love in the world, Robyn was struck by the biggest orgasm she’d ever had. She screamed long and loud, her voice finally dwindling to a low moan. With a huge, happy smile, Sarah drew closer, on the verge of kissing her.

It didn’t happen, though. Instead, Robyn snapped into consciousness, the trance over as abruptly as it had begun, leaving her wondering how amazing that kiss would have felt if it really happened. It seemed like an eternity before the highs of her orgasm trickled down to the warm buzz of contentment.

Robyn finally sat up, frowning. “What the hell was that about?” she muttered.

***

With Halloween taking place on a Monday that year, the mall was filled with the spirit of the season as Robyn and her friends arrived on Sunday. They had come to check if Hot Topic had anything worth buying, and had spent the rest of the afternoon checking other stores, and admiring the spooky decor. Stopping at the food court, they had spent the last half an hour indulging in people-watching.

“Ugh, it’s her,” Jess said, making a face.

At those words, the other girls looked around and saw Sarah walking in their direction, looking strangely nervous for someone usually so confident. “Wonder which of us she’s gonna hit on today?” Tara mused.

Yet as they waited expectantly for the flirtation that always came, Sarah walked by them without a glance. When she passed, the girl’s expression had them taken aback, even Jess. If she didn’t know any better, Robyn would have said that Sarah looked almost as if she was feeling… guilty. They watched in silence as Sarah locked on to a table on the other side of the food court, making her way there and sitting down.

“Guess we’re off the hook for now.” Amber muttered, with a complicated expression that Robyn couldn’t place, but somehow understood.

Sarah had seated herself across from a girl who was older than any of them. Even taller than Robyn, this newcomer looked to be about sixteen or seventeen. She had black hair that appeared to extend past her waist, and wore a black dress that looked like she had just come from a funeral. Her pale complexion contrasted sharply with the darker hues of everything else about her. She wasn’t close enough for Robyn to get a good look at her face, but she was clearly pretty enough to fluster Sarah, if the younger girl’s nervous body language was anything to go by.

Robyn felt something strange stirring inside. Something unpleasant.

She and her friends continued to watch in silence as Sarah and this girl quietly spoke to one another for several minutes. Finally, the older girl stood up and beckoned for Sarah to follow. As Sarah meekly complied, the girl wrapped an arm around Sarah’s waist and led her away from the food court and toward the exit. She smiled as she passed by the girls who were watching them, Sarah stole a quick glance at Robyn, and then kept her head down as they left.

Robyn stared as the two girls vanished from sight, then exploded. “Seriously!? After all the things she said to me, she’s gonna go out with some other girl? What, is she fine with anyone, as long as they say yes? Who the hell was that!?”

She felt totally foolish, her friends gawking at her as she ranted, but couldn’t quiet down. Robyn knew that Sarah didn’t owe her a thing, but she couldn’t help feeling betrayed at the sight of her with another girl.

“Er, Robyn… what are you talking about? Why’s this got you so pissed off?” Jess had rarely seen her friend get angry like this, but the few times she had, it was always because Robyn bottled her feelings up until they blew up in her face.

“Yeah, that weirdo hits on girls all the time. It’s not like she’s your girlfriend or anything,” Tara piped up, while Amber quietly watched her.

Hearing the girl referred to as a ‘weirdo’ was the last straw. “Her name is Sarah!” Robyn snapped, choosing not to respond to the rest of what they said. “Sorry, guys. I… I don’t feel so great. I think I’m just gonna go home.”

And with that, Robyn stood up and left, her friends’ silence following her all the way out.

***

Robyn and the others had come to the mall by bus, but she decided to walk home. Her thoughts were a mess. She kept replaying what she’d seen. Sarah sitting with that older girl, the two of them leaving together, the look on her face as she walked by. She fought to keep from crying, without success.

Again and again, she told herself: I like Sarah. I like Sarah… and now she’s with some other girl. God, I totally blew my chance!

The tears had ruined her makeup, leaving tracks of black eyeliner running down her cheeks. She thought she saw someone running in the distance, but her eyes were so blurry that she couldn’t tell who it was. And even if she could, she didn’t want to see them. She didn’t want to think of anything that reminded her of Sarah. Several people stopped her to ask if she was okay, and she kept having to give assurance that she was fine. No, I’m not hurt. No, I’m not in danger. Yes, I can make it home on my own.

She kept recalling moments that had taken place between Sarah and herself. The look she gave Robyn on the day she came out to everyone. The compliments she’d been showering Robyn with since the start of school. The smile that she always seemed to have when Robyn looked at her; always a little bigger than the smiles she gave everyone else. Why, why, why did I take all those things for granted?

Lost in her memories of a relationship that she’d never had, Robyn made her way past the park, the one she often saw Sarah running around in. In fact, Sarah was there, leaning against a tree by the edge of the green. She waved as Robyn stumbled by, lost in her thoughts.

Robyn absently raised her hand in reply, then froze in mid-step. Wait. Sarah!?

She looked again, and sure enough, it was her. Still wearing the same white shirt and faded jeans she’d worn at the mall. But… what’s she doing here? Where’s that fucking high school slut she was with!?

As if on autopilot, Robyn’s feet were carrying her through the park, and Sarah sat and waited for her. By the time she made it to the tree, Robyn was exhausted, emotionally and physically. Her legs seemed to give out, depositing her onto the grass about three feet from Sarah, who looked up at her and said, “Hi.”

That broke Robyn out of her trance, and she snapped back to reality with a jolt. This girl — the one she liked! — was sitting there being Little Miss Innocent, as if she hadn’t broken Robyn’s heart not an hour ago.

All of the anger and hurt Robyn felt on the long walk home came boiling to the surface, and she lashed out without a thought.

“YOU! Why aren’t you off somewhere getting it on with that creepy bitch from the mall, or — or whatever the hell else you planned on doing with her? What is this, you’re just throwing yourself at the first girl who walks by? Who the fuck is she!?”

An awkward silence descended as Robyn finished her tirade. None of Sarah’s usual self-assurance was on display. She’d quietly listened to Robyn yell at her, and seemed to need a minute to decide what to say. Finally, she spoke.

“Ash isn’t a bitch… she’s a friend I made online. She’s a few years older than us, but she’s really nice. She likes girls, same as me. We’ve been getting to know each other since the last week of September. Without her, I’d have no one to talk to. She knows everything about me. My hobbies, what school is like for me, who I’ve got a crush on. Everything. She likes to draw anime stuff… actually, she’s really good at it. She likes the same kind of music you and your friends do. She… actually kind of looks like you, if you were a few years older. You know, when you hide your freckles? That’s why I–” Sarah’s voice broke, and she fell silent.

Robyn had multiple questions buzzing through her head at once. This girl knows everything about you? Who you’ve got a crush on? She looks like me? And — what were you about to say just now, before you interrupted yourself? 

Impatiently waiting for Sarah to resume, Robyn finally came out with, “What were you doing with her today, then?”

Sarah finally smiled, but it was tinged with sadness. “We’ve been kinda flirting for the past couple of weeks, so Ash suggested we meet up. She figured out soon as she saw me that I lied about my age when I joined the site. I had to, so they’d let me sign up. Ash said she still liked me, though. She wanted me to come home with her.” Sarah sighed heavily. “But I couldn’t do it. After we left the mall, I kept thinking about how you looked when I passed by, like I s-somehow hurt you.”

Sarah’s voice quivered when she said those last words. She paused, taking a moment to compose herself. Robyn’s anger had faded, and she sat quietly, listening.

“Ash was a little upset when I said that I couldn’t go to her place. She offered me a ride back, but I told her I wanted to burn off some energy and think. On my way home, I decided to stop at the park. I only sat down a few minutes ago.”

Now Robyn felt guilty for having yelled at Sarah. But at the same time, she was enormously relieved. She didn’t do anything with that other girl! she exulted.

Then it hit her. What happens now? She stared at Sarah, unable to say a word.

“Robyn, I really like you. I always thought you were the cutest girl in our school when we were kids, and I didn’t know why I thought that, not until this past summer, That’s when I figured out that I like girls. I’m sorry if I’ve been, um, too in your face about it.” She was staring down at her hands. “I promise, I won’t bother you with that stuff anymore.”

Her heart racing, Robyn could only mumble, “Um… rn’t bothering… I, um… iked it… you said… things…”

Sarah could only catch a few words. “Er, what was that?”

That was when the frustration and confusion Robyn had been grappling with came to a head. Glaring at Sarah, she all but shrieked, “I SAID, ‘YOU WEREN’T BOTHERING ME. I LIKED IT WHEN YOU SAID THOSE THINGS’!”

The silence that followed her outburst was deafening. Robyn saw with some measure of satisfaction that Sarah looked as if someone had smacked her in the face. The sight made her giggle.

“Honestly, did you really think I’d have let you do that for as long as I did if I wasn’t kind of okay with it? Jess acts mad, but none of us minded what you were doing. I mean, we never told any of the teachers about the stuff you say to us. If we really wanted you to stop, any of us could have snitched on you.”

As awkward as Sarah looked right then, Robyn saw a glimmer in those rich eyes that brought a smile to her lips, and she couldn’t resist teasing her a little. “Honestly, I… I think I like you, too. But…”

Sarah went from confused to excited in an instant. “But what? What!?”

“If you really like me as much as you say, why are you hitting on my friends, too?”

Sarah’s tanned face turned an adorable shade of pink as she pondered the question. “I, um. Look, I read somewhere online that to get a girl to notice you, you should show interest in other girls. Since you changed your look, and your friends did too, it made it easy for me to flirt with them… as long as I just thought about you when I did it. See, It’s supposed to make the girl you like pay more attention to you. Like, you’re interested, but you’ve got other options.”

Thinking back to her fantasies from the other day, Robyn realized that Sarah’s technique had sort of worked on her. She wasn’t about to admit to that, though. “Sarah, that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. Because you were flirting with my friends, I didn’t even know you even liked me that much!”

“I know… it was dumb. Please say I didn’t screw everything up.” But Sarah couldn’t hide the hopeful smile on her face. “Do you really like me, too? I hope you actually meant to say that.”

Robyn was quiet, needing a moment to take in the vision of Sarah. That lean body that appeared ready to jump up and run a victory lap. Her mussed up hair that looked like it would feel great to run your fingers through. Those chocolate-brown eyes, so deep and soulful that Robyn wanted to swim in them. The smile that spoke of a love rescued from the brink of heartbreak. How could I have missed how totally, awesomely beautiful she is?

Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Robyn said, “Yes. Yes, I like you. I’m not really sure what will happen with us, but I’d like to try–”

Robyn barely got that last word out before Sarah had pulled in close to kiss her square on the lips. Oh, it was amazing! Everything she’d hoped her first real kiss would be.

Sarah kept her eyes open during the kiss, so Robyn did, too; brown meeting green in a way that generated sparks, even in such a tender moment. Robyn saw the way the girl was drinking her in, like she could never get enough of the view.

Feeling the stirrings of arousal, Robyn lost herself in fantasies of what she could do with Sarah. She hadn’t watched enough porn to know very much, but she had some ideas. Very, very exciting ideas. With that in mind, she broke the kiss. Both girls were short of breath, and Robyn was elated to see Sarah’s expression mirroring her own need.

“Sarah, my parents are home right now,” she murmured. “Is anyone at your place?”

Sarah leaped up, seized Robyn’s hand, and gently brought the girl to her feet. “Let’s go. My mom’s working the afternoon shift today.”

Robyn grinned. “Sounds great.”

They made their way from the park to the apartment where Sarah lived, going straight to the bedroom. It was a lot smaller than Robyn’s, but the bed was so big that it took up a good chunk of the girl’s room. “It’s a king size,” Sarah explained. “I got it after my grandma sold her house.”

Robyn adjourned to the bathroom to remove the last of the makeup she’d applied that morning. She was shocked at how awful she looked, her makeup smeared from the crying she’d done. Why would she even want to kiss me, looking like that!? Robyn wondered. But Sarah had.

She found herself smiling at the thought of how they’d held hands for the entire walk to Sarah’s home. It made going through the doorways awkward, but she didn’t mind. She studied her face in the glass, and how prominent the freckles were on her pale skin. She’d never cared much for them, but Sarah sure seemed to. With a final wink at the mirror, Robyn left to find her girl.

Seated at the end of the bed, Sarah broke into a grin that had Robyn blushing in anticipation, cooing, “You look amazing right now.”

Rising from where she sat, Sarah opened her arms to Robyn, who took a moment to observe how well-built and strong the girl looked. I bet she could protect me from anything, Robyn told herself. That thought had her blushing again, and her rosy cheeks didn’t lose any of that color as Sarah drew her in for another kiss. Soon their tongues were engaged in a sweet, heated duet. Neither girl had much in the way of experience, but the enthusiasm they brought to the task more than made up for their clumsiness.

Sarah practically carried Robyn over to her bed, and they collapsed on it together, still entwined. Robyn broke the kiss to ask, “So, um… have you ever done this before?”

“Uh-uh,” Sarah replied, her own cheeks now a bit flushed. “You’re my first.” She hastened to add, “I’ve, um, watched a lot of videos, and I’ve read a lot of stuff about, y’know, how girls fuck. I think I sorta know how to start — we just do to each other what makes us feel good, then take it from there.”

Robyn nodded. “We’ll figure this out together. I’ve watched a few videos, too.” With a shy smile, she added, “One thing I know for sure… we’re supposed to take our clothes off.” With that, she reached for the hem of her t-shirt.

“W-wait!” Sarah protested.

Robyn let her shirt drop, puzzled. “What’s wrong?”

“Here’s the thing,” Sarah said. “Whenever I think about us doing stuff together, I’m taking your clothes off for you.” She paused. “Can I do that now?”

“Deal!” Robyn replied, breaking into a grin. “As long as you let me return the favor.”

In answer, Sarah reached out to cup Robyn’s face, gazing adoringly into the smaller girl’s green eyes. Her hands dropped to Robyn’s shoulders, then traveled down the rest of her body until they rested on her waist. Taking hold of her partner’s t-shirt, she tugged it upward until it was raised above Robyn’s breasts. Pausing for a second to nod appreciatively at the dark blue bra Robyn was wearing, Sarah kept raising the shirt until it cleared the girl’s head, then let it drop to the floor.

Staring at the girl’s torso like she wasn’t sure what to do next, Sarah shook her head, murmuring, “God, you’re so hot,” then reached behind Robyn’s back. Feeling about with clumsy fingers, she finally managed to unhook the clasp and slipped the bra off to expose the budding breasts she’d long dreamed of, capped by nipples hardened from arousal. Sarah took a few long seconds to drink the sight in, then bashfully asked, “Um… can I take your pants off now?”

“Please,” Robyn said, feeling somewhat frustrated how long it was taking to get to the actual sex. She’d assumed they’d already be in the middle of their second orgasm by now. Yet she was forced to reassess the wisdom of taking things slowly when she saw how entranced Sarah was at the sight of her body. Besides, she reminded herself, we’ve got the rest of the afternoon.

Pants now pooled at her ankles, Robyn stepped out of them as Sarah ran both hands back up the girl’s pale legs to grasp the waistband of her grey panties, which were already nursing a large wet spot. With a shiver of arousal that shook her to the core, Sarah pulled the sodden undies down to reveal the pussy that she’d long ached to see, to touch. She noted the light dusting of red hair that adorned Robyn’s privates, wondering if it was as soft as it looked, making plans to find out very soon.

Once she stepped out of her underwear, Robyn immediately straightened. “My turn,” she announced.

First, though, she seized Sarah’s hips, yanking the girl into her for a searing kiss. Filing the pleased moan Sarah made at being so aggressively manhandled away for future reference, Robyn began pulling her shirt off. Impatient as she was to get down and dirty, Robyn couldn’t help but take a moment to gaze at the lean, taut figure before her. Lighter than her limbs and face, she could clearly see where Sarah’s tan began and ended, wondering if her legs looked the same way. The girl didn’t need to wear a bra yet, but the hard nipples on her chest were a clear indication of how much she liked what Robyn was doing.

Unbuttoning Sarah’s jeans, Robyn roughly shoved them down so the girl could step free. As expected, her tanned, toned legs gave way to lighter skin at the ankles and upper thighs. Seeing how damp Sarah’s white boyshorts were, Robyn licked her lips in anticipation. I’m going to be tasting her down there, she told herself. Slowly peeling them off, she was surprised to see that Sarah didn’t have any hair on her pussy the way she did. Omigod, she shaves! That’s soooo hot. Her opening looked slightly puffy, and Robyn had to tear herself away to stop from just standing there, staring in awe. Just as she looked up at Sarah, the grinning girl all but tackled her.

The two fell back onto the bed, giggling with delight. Sarah began to rub Robyn’s arms, letting her hands move up and down the smooth skin, admiring the body she’d longed to touch, then traced her hands up onto pale, slightly freckled shoulders, which she rubbed the way her mom liked her to do after a long day at work. Sarah wanted to go further, but even though they were naked and in bed together, she felt an unexpected attack of shyness.

Robyn looked into Sarah’s eyes and saw uncertainty. She saw the hesitation of someone who didn’t want to make a wrong move and ruin everything. Knowing the next move had to be hers. Robyn placed a hand on Sarah’s hip. Letting it slowly glide upward, she moved her palm to lie just beneath the girl’s chest.

“This feels really nice, Sarah,” she said. “I know you’re nervous, but you don’t need to be. I love being here with you, and I totally want this. There are parts of my body that really need some attention from you. But if you’re not ready to take the lead right now… well, I’d like to make you feel good.”

With that, Robyn leaned in to plant a kiss on Sarah’s neck, reaching up to touch the girl’s breast. That made her cry out, something halfway between a yelp and a moan. Thrilled by her new lover’s ardent response, Robyn began to feel Sarah up — drifting from one breast to the other, brushing the nipples with the tips of her fingers. The girl’s body began to tremble, so Robyn used her other hand to grasp Sarah’s butt, holding her steady.

Her eyes rolling wildly, Sarah began to plead, “Oh, Robyn! Robyn, Robyn… my Robyn! Don’t s-stop, oh please GOD don’t stop!”

Growing increasingly confident in her ability to please a girl, Robyn straightened up to take a long, satisfying look at Sarah, then claimed her mouth in a kiss. As their embrace intensified, Sarah tried to do something with her tongue that only resulted in her licking Robyn’s lips. Both girls giggled at that, then tried it again. More giggles. Their mouths slid together, the kiss grew deeper, and amusement gave way to passion. Their tongues danced back and forth as they lay together, each exploring the other’s mouth. And even as they continued to kiss, Sarah gazed dreamily at Robyn, who could practically see little cartoon hearts dancing over the girl’s head.

Ready to take things to the next level, Robyn ran a hand down one of Sarah’s legs and up the other, then between them to touch her pussy. Sarah’s warm brown eyes widened in surprise, a sight that thrilled Robyn to the core. Wow, she told herself, I’m pretty good at this!

Breaking their kiss, Robyn leaned down to take one of Sarah’s nipples into her mouth. The girl’s skin had a slightly salty tang from the sweat of her afternoon run, and Robyn decided that she liked the taste of it. Sarah was clutching at her, moaning in mixed surprise and delight, and she only grew louder when Robyn began to toy with her stiffened clitoris. Alternating between the light caressing circles, hard presses, and quick rubbing motions that she liked to use on herself, Robyn soon had Sarah wailing like a banshee, her body shaking almost violently. It wasn’t long before Sarah exploded in an orgasm, all the while gasping, “Don’t stop! D-don’t stop! I’m, I’m, I’m c-coming!”

Even though Robyn’s efforts were centered on Sarah’s clit, she could still feel the girl’s pussy juicing like mad as she moaned and panted through her climax. Sarah’s lean, toned frame jerked again and again, seizing up every time Robyn’s finger stroked her clitoris.

Finally, Sarah relaxed, spent from the onslaught of pleasure she’d received from her new lover. Gazing up at Robyn, she gave the girl a dreamy smile.

“Sarah, that was SO HOT! You know I’m gonna wanna do that again, right?” Robyn declared, her eyes dancing excitedly.

Still somewhat out of breath, Sarah mumbled her assent, but quickly became alert all over again when Robyn began rubbing her pussy with one hand, while easing the index finger of her other hand into her vagina. As it sank deeper and deeper without resistance, Robyn gave Sarah a puzzled glance. “What happened to your, um…?” she began.

“Sports,” Sarah replied with a bashful smile, clutching Robyn’s wrist to make sure that hand remained right where it was. “I told you… I’ve never been with a girl before. Oh, and definitely not with a boy!” she hastened to add, making a face.

Fair enough, Robyn reasoned. She began to work her finger in and out of Sarah’s creamy tunnel, easing it deeper and deeper inside until she’d fully penetrated the girl, her knuckles pressed against the hot, wet opening.

As she withdrew her finger, Robyn was struck by an urge to taste the warm fluids that coated it… an urge she found herself unable to resist. Taking the finger into her mouth, she sucked it clean, moaning at how deliciously naughty it felt to be doing this. Sarah’s pussy tasted amazing, too.

Much as she loved making Sarah feel good, Robyn desperately needed to come herself. She could feel warm, thick fluids trickling down her inner thighs, flowing from what felt like a molten core smoldering just beneath her belly. But she could also tell that Sarah was hungry for more, and loved the idea of getting the girl off all over again. When I’m done with her, Robyn told herself, she’ll never want to fuck any other girls, not ever. Just me!

Briefly dipping her finger back into Sarah’s pussy to get it nice and wet, Robyn then offered it to her lover. Sarah took it between her lips, moaning in appreciation as she tasted herself. She wasn’t able to savor it for long, though, because Robyn quickly penetrated her again — plunging a finger into Sarah’s vagina, driving it in and out a few times, then carefully adding another.

A choked cry exploded from Sarah’s lips, and she seized Robyn’s wrist, as if afraid that the girl might quit pleasuring her. Of course, Robyn had no intention of stopping; instead she began sliding her fingers in and out of Sarah as the girl begged her to keep going, moaning, “I love you! I love you, Robyn!” over and over.

Robyn’s brow was furrowed as she bent to her work, fucking Sarah as hard and fast as she could. Sarah was moving in time with each thrust, the girl’s body jerking with each pump of Robyn’s arm.

It didn’t take long before Sarah cried out once more, lost in her second orgasm. Robyn gave a surprised gasp at how tightly her fingers were being squeezed by the girl’s spasming vagina.

Sarah shook and shuddered as she continued to come; finally, with one last “Oh!” she grabbed Robyn’s hand, blurting, “Okay, okay, y-you can stop now!” Robyn carefully withdrew her fingers from the girl’s pussy, and Sarah exhaled noisily. “Holy smokes,” she mumbled, rolling her eyes. “I thought I was maybe having a heart attack!” She gave Robyn a sleepy smile. “Hold me?”

Robyn quickly moved to embrace Sarah, and they lay together contentedly, nestled in each other’s arms. It was lovely, but Robyn had yet to come herself — and there was a low, urgent throbbing between her thighs that refused to be ignored.

Once Sarah was able to breathe again, she pressed a kiss of her own on the mouth of her prone lover. “Oh, Robyn,” she cooed, “Thank you so much for that! I, um, figure you already know how good it felt for me. But now you have to give me the chance to do stuff to you, too!”

Robyn certainly couldn’t argue with that. Not when she felt ready to explode at the slightest touch. Not when she was about to experience the pleasure she’d been aching for since Sarah had given her that look back at the park. Not when the girl of her dreams was right there, eager to explore her body.

Her nervousness now banished for good, Sarah went straight for Robyn’s nipples, taking one into her mouth as she tweaked the other between finger and thumb. That was enough to give Robyn her first orgasm of the day. She went off like a firework, crying out as a blinding rush of pleasure coursed through her.

Sarah was clearly shocked at how easy that had been. Breaking into a huge smile, she gazed lovingly at the girl beneath her with those big brown eyes that made Robyn feel weak all over. “Y’know, I was really scared I would suck at this. I mean, how lame would that be if I told everyone I was gay, got you to go to bed with me, and then I was so bad at sex that you never wanted to do it again? But if I can set you off with just playing with your nipples… wow!”

My thoughts exactly! Robyn mused. She lazily stretched out beneath Sarah, grinning up at her. “Well, first of all, you didn’t convince me to go to bed with you, I wanted to be with you just as much. So stop worrying so much that you’re gonna do something wrong! Buuuut, if you need any ideas… um, I’m sort of wondering if I taste as good as you do. And when I made myself come while thinking about you last week, you were, er, finding out about that. Know what I mean…?”

But Sarah had already begun to kiss a path downward, her hands mapping out every contour of Robyn’s body along the way. Thinking of the dozens of kisses the girl had already placed on her, Robyn wondered if she’d have an inch of skin left that hadn’t been touched by her new girlfriend’s lips or fingers.

Then as Sarah paused at her tummy to burrow into its softness, Robyn put everything else out of her mind. The universe was reduced to this moment of making love.

Kneeling at the foot of the bed, Sarah was ready to worship at the altar of Robyn’s bare body, now spread out and ready for her. Using both thumbs, she carefully spread Robyn’s vagina open, enthralled by the sight of the hot pink interior, dripping with nectar. She paused to breathe in the rich scent of another girl, thinking I made this happen. I got her hot!

As her fingers began to glide across Robyn’s mound, Sarah remembered something that she’d wanted to do first. She reached out to toy with the light layer of pubic down that adorned the girl’s vulva, marveling at how it felt — soft as a whisper, not at all like the short, coarser hair she’d dealt on the previous day.

In preparation for her meeting earlier, Sarah had borrowed her mom’s razor and, with loads of patience and half a bottle of shower gel, left her own mound bare as that of a little girl. The women she saw in the lesbian porn clips she’d watched were always completely smooth down there, and she wanted to make herself look as sexy as possible. But seeing how adorable Robyn’s soft curls were, Sarah wondered why she’d bothered.

Extending her index finger, she lightly grazed Robyn’s stiffened clit. Encouraged by the moan she got in response, Sarah dipped her head down and took a long, slow lick through the cleft of Robyn’s pussy. The taste was just as luscious as she’d hoped it would be, and she fastened her mouth to the juicy opening, hungry for more. Robyn’s whimpers of ecstasy only spurred Sarah on, encouraging her to lick and suck even harder at the hot, wet flesh.

Reaching up, Sarah clumsily fondled Robyn’s breasts with her right hand, meanwhile using the thumb of her left hand to manipulate the trembling girl’s clitoris. Spreading the labial folds apart, she began to fuck Robyn with her mouth, using her tongue like a cock to probe inside. Thick, hot juices flowed freely, soon dripping from Sarah’s chin as she continued to feast on her lover.

Robyn stared down at Sarah in disbelief. It was even better than she’d expected. A moment later, the good feelings mounted even higher… and then, they took the breathless teen to some place she’d never been, never knew existed.

“Oh, Sarah!” she cried. “Oh m-my GOD! That f-feels fucking AWESOME! Oooooh yeah, K-KEEP GOING!”

Sarah was uncertain about her oral sex skills — it was the first time she’d ever gone down on a girl, after all — but Robyn did seem to be enjoying it in a big way. She began to lick with even greater abandon, all the while continuing to work Robyn’s clit with the ball of her thumb. Feeling a sudden impulse to touch her new sweetheart’s face, Sarah abandoned Robyn’s breasts to do just that — and a sweet shiver raced through her when she felt warm lips closing around her fingers. Omigod, she thought, that’s so fucking hot!

Robyn moaned around the digits in her mouth, bathing them with her tongue. Sarah responded by taking her clitoris between finger and thumb, giving it a gentle pinch… which turned out to be just enough to push Robyn over the edge a second time.

“OHHHHHHHHH!” the teen wailed, her body seizing up over and over again.

Sarah had to stop masturbating Robyn and hold on to her instead, clutching the girl’s hips as best she could with one arm to keep her steady. It wasn’t easy — Robyn was bucking and rocking wildly, caught up in the storm of her orgasm, thrusting her pelvis into Sarah’s face. There seemed to be a torrent of juices flowing from her lover’s pussy, a flood that Sarsh eagerly gulped down, determined not to lose a drop. Despite her best efforts, though, her cheeks and chin were soon dripping with fluids as Robyn’s muffled cries sounded throughout the room.

The torrent finally slowed to a trickle, and Sarah felt the cool air of the room on her wet fingers when Robyn released them from her mouth in order to catch her breath.

As she gulped down lungfuls of air, Robyn cradled Sarah’s head to her quivering belly, clumsily running her fingers through the girl’s hair. Once she’d caught enough breath to speak, Robyn hesitantly asked, “Um… do I taste okay?”

Sarah wanted to shout with glee, but satisfied herself by loudly humming her appreciation, adding, “You are absolutely yummy, Robyn Byrne,” punctuating her words by trailing a finger through the girl’s slit. She heard a moan as Robyn reacted to the unexpected sensation, and chanced a glance upward.

Robyn was gazing at her with pleading eyes. “Oh, Sarah… lick me again, won’t you? I don’t know what you did to make me feel like that, but it was so, so good, and I need more of it!”

Sarah smiled, confident that if Robyn liked it that much on her first try, she could please her even better this time. Letting the girl keep hold of her hair, she gently drew Robyn’s clitoris into her mouth, teasing the tiny bud with a few rapid flicks of the tongue.

Robyn moaned ecstatically, and Sarah, further encouraged by the girl’s response, firmly grasped her thighs, spreading them even farther apart. She switched to licking Robyn’s clit in a circular motion, using her fingers to probe into her lover’s cunt while her tongue did its work.

Sarah quickly realized that Robyn’s hymen was still intact, while hers had torn ages ago. Resolving not to fully penetrate the girl without permission, Sarah withdrew her fingers, using them to rub and caress the moist outer lips, only occasionally slipping them back inside when she felt confident that Robyn wouldn’t take that exact moment to thrust forward and impale herself.

From the corner of her eye Sarah could tell that Robyn was groping her own breasts with her free hand, and something about that got her really hot, enough to make her want to pause for a minute and watch. No way she’d be doing that, though — her mission was to make Robyn come like a wild animal, and the tiny shivers running through the girl’s body told Sarah that it was about to happen.

Sure enough, Robyn’s moans grew louder and louder, while the fingers she had twined through Sarah’s hair began to tighten. In the midst of her licking, Sarah finally couldn’t resist the impulse to look up — and as her eyes met Robyn’s, the two young lovers’ souls seemed to meet as well.

With a shriek of ecstasy, Robyn let go, climaxing like she never had before, even surpassing the orgasm that Sarah had given her just minutes earlier. Robyn gasped and panted, her slender frame shivering with each surge of pleasure, one coming after the next until she didn’t know which way was up.

When her ecstasy had finally run its course, she felt Sarah gently free her hair — which, Robyn was startled to realize, she was still gripping tightly. That accomplished, Sarah lay down next to her wearing a huge grin, the girl’s mouth, cheeks and chin dripping with Robyn’s essence.

Robyn felt embarrassed to have been so… so messy down there. But the light in Sarah’s eyes made it clear that she wouldn’t have it any other way. And she was pleasantly surprised to learn Sarah was right about her taste when they came together in a lover’s kiss.

After kissing for so long they were both out of breath, Sarah was the first one to break their embrace. With a shy smile that instantly sent ripples of heat through Robyn’s body, she said, “It just hit me that I ought to do this right.” Taking a deep breath, she continued. “I love you, Robyn Byrne. Will you be my girlfriend?”

Robyn nearly choked. “After all that, you’re seriously asking?”

But it didn’t take long for her to think up an actual reply. “Well, Miss Sarah Byron. I have to admit that I love you, too.” Sarah looked as if she might spontaneously combust from sheer happiness. “But,” Robyn added, raising a finger. “I’m not so sure about this ‘girlfriend’ stuff.” Sarah’s expression went from blissful to stricken in a heartbeat, but Robyn went on. “I think we need to have sex oh, about a dozen more times, just so I can be sure this relationship has, y’know, real potential.”

“You’re a nut,” Sarah replied, all smiles again. She glanced at her clock, then said, “Well, my mom’s not gonna be home for another two hours, at least.” She sat up, swinging her feet down to the floor. “Let me go grab a couple bottles of water from the fridge. We’ll get ourselves hydrated, then get started on those twelve fucks you want.” Getting to her feet, Sarah padded from the room, still gloriously naked.

Robyn admired the girl’s ass as she left, already thinking of a few things she wanted to do to that cute butt when Sarah got back.

***

It was Halloween at last. Robyn had dressed up as a corpse, just like she’d planned to months earlier. She used thick white makeup on her face, neck and hands, enhanced with a hint of green to make her pallor look especially unhealthy, then she applied a heavy black around her eyes to achieve a sunken, hollow effect. Her mother joked that she didn’t look any different than normal, but Robyn just snickered and kissed her cheek. Nothing could dampen her spirits today.

Arriving at school, she made her way over to where her friends were. Amber had shown up in a black robe with red clouds on it; a design taken from one of her favorite shows. Tara had opted for simple cat ears and a tail, and Jess had apparently decided she was too cool for dressing up.

As soon as she made it to their table, her friends began hitting Robyn with questions, wanting some kind of explanation for her strange behavior at the mall the day before. She had to fend them off with a promise to explain everything later.

As she entered the classroom, Robyn saw the girl who had turned her world upside down. Sarah had done herself up as a werewolf, with shaggy dog ears that blended in perfectly with her usual messy hair. She’d mentioned needing her mom to help with the makeup, and Robyn was delighted with the way the woman had manipulated the contours and angles of Sarah’s face to make it seem sunken and feral.

With a now familiar pulse between her legs, Robyn found herself admiring how savage and, yeah, hungry her new girlfriend looked. That’s one werewolf who can maul me any old time, she told herself, flashing Sarah a huge smile.

Sarah grinned back, then mimicked a panting dog as she looked Robyn up and down. But with class just about to start, all Robyn could offer was a wink before she took her seat, already resigning herself to the morning slog.

Somehow she made it through the next few hours, though memories of Sarah kept interfering with her concentration. Luckily, she managed to make it through her first round of classes without being called on by the teacher… and finally, after three interminable hours, it was time for lunch.

As soon as the bell rang, Robyn and Sarah slipped their way through the crowd, determined to be the first ones outside. Holding hands, they made their way toward the part of the courtyard where the emo girls always congregated. The pair began to slow as they neared the area, and Sarah turned to look at her girlfriend. Robyn basked in the love and devotion she saw in those chocolate-brown eyes, and drank in the beauty of her smile.

“You don’t have to sit with me today if you want to hang out with your friends,” Sarah quietly said as they approached the tables. “It’s okay. I don’t mind.”

Robyn came to a sudden halt, a frown on her lips. “You think I’d make you sit by yourself? No way, girl. I’m in love with you, and I want everyone to know!” And with that, she steered the two of them over to the table where Sarah always sat on her own.

“Oh, Robyn,” Sarah whispered, on the verge of happy tears. “I love you, too.”

“Cool,” Robyn murmured, watching her friends as they drew closer. Tilting her head in their direction, she said, “Hey… you wanna mess with them a little?”

“Sure!” Sarah replied, then giggled.

Tara was first to arrive. Robyn called out, “Hi there, Tara! You look so cute with those kitty ears on. No cat-astrophe there! Come meow-n over!”

“Robyn!?”

“Of corpse it’s me! I’m not kitten around here!”

Amber was close behind — in fact, she nearly bumped into Tara, who had frozen in her tracks. This time, it was Sarah who spoke up. “I love your robe, Amber! I see I’m not the only one with a sweet collar today; you look like you stepped straight out of the TV. Very cool! Fur real!”

“…What’s going on?” Amber said, utterly confused.

By this time, Jess had joined the group, and was staring at Robyn and Sarah, who were sitting atop the table, side by side and holding hands. For once, she was at a loss for words. “W-what’s with you two!?”

Grinning hugely, Sarah called out, “You don’t even have to dress up to look good on a day like this, Jess. Want to sit over here with us? Don’t worry, my girlfriend has me leashed.”

“You look adorable in that sweater, Jess!” Robyn chimed in. “Come join us and be the life of the party! I might be a little dead-lirious, but I’m not a zombie or anything.”

The two lovers enchanted an adoring glance, then exclaimed in unison: “We don’t bite!”

“Not unless you want us to,” Robyn added with a wink.

The End

 

Idol II, Part Two

  • Posted on June 17, 2021 at 2:14 pm

By No One

“Sha-na! Sha-na! Sha-na!” The crowd chanted her name, still demanding more after two encores. Shana closed her eyes for a moment, drinking in the sound. There was nothing quite like the rush you got from the adulation of thousands of fans.

The imaginatively-named Fargodome in Fargo, North Dakota was far from the biggest venue she’d ever played, but the place was packed, and the audience had been wired from the first note of the opening song. No doubt about it, this gig had been a complete success.

“So, I guess you want one more?” she asked the crowd, to a roar of approval. “Okay, okay. This is the last song for tonight.” She paused for the expected chorus of good-natured booing. “I know, I know. But I’ll be back, I promise.” Easy to please, the crowd was quickly back to cheering.

“Okay, I think you know this one. It’s called… ‘Shooting Star’,” she announced, getting an even bigger ovation. It was one of her most popular songs, but she had chosen it specifically as the closer because it was Zoe’s favorite.

Scanning the front row, Shana spotted the girl, cheering wildly, and gave her young lover a wink. Next to Zoe, another girl was speaking into her ear with obvious excitement. Stacy, most likely. Shana couldn’t get a very good look from the stage, but from what she could tell, Zoe’s friend was a real cutie.

This was no time to think about that, though. Shana launched into the song, giving it her all for a memorable finale. Her energy was beginning to flag by the end of this two-hour concert, but the sheer joy of performing always seemed to give Shana the adrenaline she needed for a rousing finish.

At the chorus, she pointed her mic towards the crowd and let them sing for a while. Having thousands of people belting out her own words was always an intoxicating experience, no matter how many shows she played.

The song concluded with a quiet, emotional part, and now the audience went silent, caught up in the mood of the music, hanging on to her every word. Then a half-second after the last note, they erupted into thunderous applause, everyone jumping to their feet and cheering, shouting, whistling and clapping for several minutes.

Shana basked in this sea of adoration, repeatedly bowing, waving and thanking the fans,  finally exiting the stage. Making her way to her dressing room, she took a quick shower to wash away the sweat, then changed into a fresh tank top and skirt, identical to what she’d been wearing on stage.

Emerging from the dressing room, she was immediately surrounded by a small crowd of devotees, all clamoring for autographs. Spotting Zoe standing to one side at the back, she felt an intense urge to ignore everyone else and run straight to the girl. With her busy tour schedule for the past month, she’d barely been able to see Zoe, even online. But still, she had a duty to her fans that couldn’t be overlooked.

As patiently as she could, Shana greeted each one in turn, thanking them for coming and signing whatever they had brought with them. Thankfully, the number of VIP passes that allowed backstage access was pretty limited.

Eventually the group finally thinned out, and Zoe ran up to her, obviously just as eager to reunite. Shana crouched down and caught the girl in a tight hug. “Missed you so much,” she whispered in Zoe’s ear. Their embrace lasted a while, neither of them wanting to let go, and Shana didn’t care one bit at that moment if it was seen as inappropriately long.

When they finally parted, Zoe seemed to suddenly remember that they weren’t alone. Turning to the nervous-looking girl standing next to her, she said, “This is my friend Stacy.”

Up close, Stacy was even prettier than Shana had guessed. A slender Asian girl, her dark hair framed a cute and delicate face. And as Zoe had mentioned, there was a hint of just-developing breasts under her tight t-shirt. All in all, a very attractive little girl. Innocent-looking, but thanks to Zoe, Shana knew better. She felt a familiar warmth between her legs at the thought of what these two little minxes had already been up to.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Stacy,” Shana said, extending a hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Stacy took Shana’s hand, then hesitated. “Um… you have?” She glanced at Zoe, then back, clearly unsure what to make of that.

“All good, don’t worry.” Shana winked. “Did you like the show?”

“Omigod, it was the best. Everything sounded and looked so good, with the lights and the dancing and all that, and you looked amazing, and omigod, the new songs! You played new songs! They were all great, too, and… and…” Stacy’s rapid-fire gushing seemed to have run out of fuel. “Wasn’t it the best, Zoe?”

The girl shrugged. “Yeah, it was okay.”

Stacy gaped at her friend. Even Shana raised an eyebrow. Then Zoe broke into a big grin. “Just kidding! It was awesome! But I knew it would be.”

Stacy rolled her eyes at Zoe’s antics, then turned back to Shana, shyly holding up a poster. “Um, do you think you could…?”

“Sure thing.” Shana used a marker to sign the poster with a flourish, then handed it back to the delighted kid.

A man who’d been hovering near the girls took this opportunity to introduce himself. “Hi, um, Shana? Miss Belle? I’m Tom. Tom Sheng. Stacy’s dad. That was quite a show. I must thank you for the tickets.”

“No problem at all. Nice to meet you, Tom.” She shook the man’s hand. He seemed a little intimidated. To his credit, he managed to keep his eyes on her face rather than her cleavage. Mostly. “Are you a fan, then?”

“Oh, I was mainly accompanying the girls here, but… you might just have turned me into a new admirer.” He let out a nervous laugh.

“Glad to hear that.” She gave him a dazzling smile—it never hurt to be extra charming in this business—then turned back to Zoe. “So, we’re still on for tomorrow?”

“Yeah!” Zoe replied with just as much enthusiasm as Shana felt herself at the prospect of spending quality time with one, maybe two sexy little girls. “Oh, Stacy can hang out with us too, right?” Zoe gave Shana a subtle wink. They hadn’t even had the opportunity to further discuss the possibility of Stacy joining them in bed, what with how busy Shana had been lately, but Zoe’s eagerness certainly boded well.

“Can I really?” Stacy asked, wide-eyed.

“Of course,” Shana said. “If it’s okay with your dad.” She eyed the man, hoping he wouldn’t decide to invite himself to their private party.

“I don’t see why not,” Tom said, smiling at his daughter, who was beside herself with excitement.

“Great,” Shana said. “Can you get to Zoe’s tomorrow morning? We’ll pick you both up there.”

Stacy nodded. “Oh, sure.”

“Well, that’s settled,” Tom said, sounding like he was ready to leave. “Shall we take you back now, Zoe?”

Shana was most definitely not ready to let Zoe go just yet. “Oh, I’ll drive her home later. Don’t worry about it.”

“All right, then. Well, we’d better hit the road. Again, it was very nice to meet you.”

Stacy didn’t look nearly as eager to take off, so Shana said, “Bye, Stacy. I’ll see you again tomorrow. We’ll have fun all day long, I promise.”

Beaming again, the girl followed her dad towards the exit.

Seating themselves on a nearby bench, Shana and Zoe chatted for a while, the young girl giving her very detailed impressions of the concert. Of course, Shana wanted nothing more than to take Zoe into the dressing room and make love to her, but she knew it was very unlikely they’d be left undisturbed. In fact, they were interrupted a few times by crew members asking questions or fans wanting autographs. She had to settle for quick touches every now and then.

When Matthew appeared, Zoe recognized him right away and excitedly asked, “Are we riding in the limo again?”

“Indeed, Miss Price,” he replied in his usual impassive tone, though a faint smile threatened to appear at the corners of his mouth when Zoe gave him a big grin.

“Only the best for you, kiddo,” Shana added with a wink.

“Cool!” Zoe jumped to her feet, then grabbed Shana’s hand with both of hers and dragged her up. “Let’s do it!”

“All right, all right, hold your horses,” Shana said, though unable to keep from smiling at Zoe’s enthusiasm. It was easy to forget how everyday things she took for granted could seem so exciting to a child.

She held on to Zoe’s hand as they made their way to the parking garage. Though that surely looked completely innocent to any observer, the skin contact, the warmth of the small hand in hers, was more than enough to turn Shana on.

When they reached the limousine, Matthew held the door open, and Shana and Zoe climbed in. His phone suddenly rang, and he held up a finger. “One moment,” he said before closing the door.

Far less nervous than the first time she’d ridden with Shana, Zoe shifted around, trying out all the different places to sit, even though they all felt the same. Shana watched, amused. She was struck by how even such mundane antics held some inexplicable allure that was utterly unique to young girls. Even in a winter coat, Zoe had an effortless, unconscious sexiness that had Shana feeling all hot and crazy inside.

“Good thing the heating works in this thing,” Shana said with a shiver, looking down at her own much lighter clothing. “I should have changed before leaving. Kinda forgot it was winter out here. That’s what happens when you tour, it’s a different climate every day. It was a lot warmer just a bit further south last week. What’s wrong with this state, anyway? It’s mid-March, it shouldn’t be so cold!”

Zoe just shrugged. “Feels normal to me.”

Shana forgot all about the weather when Zoe kicked off her shoes and lay down on the long seat, resting both feet in Shana’s lap. The shirt under her unbuttoned coat had ridden up to reveal her belly button, inflaming Shana’s lust even further. Sure, the girl was sexy even in winter garb, but even more so with some skin showing.

Before she even knew what she was doing, Shana found herself leaning over Zoe and pressing her lips to the little girl’s mouth. Surprised for just a moment, Zoe was soon kissing back just as eagerly, welcoming Shana’s tongue into her mouth, their passion magnified by the long months apart.

It was heavenly. Shana had missed this little mouth so much—the softness of Zoe’s lips, the child’s tongue tangling with hers, the helpless excitement that no other lover could equal. She wanted this moment to last forever.

The sudden sound of the driver door opening and closing made them both start. Zoe’s eyes, now full of fear, went to the dark window that separated the passenger area from the driver’s. “C-can he see us?”

“No,” Shana replied softly, caressing the girl’s cheek. “But sound could still carry, so…” She held up a finger to her lips.

Reassured, Zoe smiled and nodded.

God, she was so beautiful. Shana had no choice but to kiss the girl again, her arousal rising sharply. She wanted Zoe so badly at that moment, more than she’d ever hungered for anyone else. She felt a deep yearning to make love to this child. To make her come. To make her scream. But none of that was possible now, of course.

She abruptly realized that inviting Stacy to join them the next day had been a foolish idea. What did she need from some other girl when she had Zoe? What if Stacy didn’t want to play along, and she never got the chance to get Zoe on her own? All her careful planning would have been for nothing. Let’s face it, you got greedy, Shana told herself. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“Ready to depart, Miss Belle?” came Matthew’s voice from the car speakers.

Shana sat up, looked down at Zoe. The little girl’s breath was a little uneven from making out, her eyes still glazed with desire. God, she was sexy. God, Shana wanted her.

Did she dare have sex with Zoe while the car was on the road? No. No, no, no. That was insanely risky. Matthew might not be able to see what was going on in the back seat, but she couldn’t be sure there wouldn’t be any tell-tale sounds or other signs of what they’d be up to. While the man was very loyal and patient, he certainly couldn’t be expected to turn a blind eye to that.

The limo itself wasn’t the worst place for a quick fuck, though, Shana decided. Weighing her options, she let herself be tempted.

She pressed the button to talk to the driver. “Actually… sorry to be a pest, Matthew, but… I kinda forgot my coat. And it’s gonna be pretty cold outside when we get out of here so… Could you be a dear and fetch it for me? Oh, and a pair of pants would probably be good, too.”

There was a moment of silence. Though he never showed anything outwardly, Shana occasionally wondered how exasperated she made her assistant at times. Was he sighing and rolling his eyes right now?

“I will return shortly,” he finally said, then they heard the door open and close once again.

Shana’s best guess was that it would take Matthew at least fifteen minutes to walk to the dressing room and back. Time enough for some fun. Still, not a great idea to fuck a little girl in a parking lot but… she couldn’t resist.

Lying back down next to Zoe, Shana said, “Now, where were we?”

“Um, doing sexy stuff,” Zoe replied, then giggled.

They kissed again, and this time Shana let her hands wander over her young lover’s body. Gliding up the legs first, cupping her little ass, then impatiently pushing that cumbersome coat off Zoe’s shoulders.

“I want you so bad,” Shana said, her voice husky with yearning.

Zoe shivered, perhaps awed by the intensity in Shana’s tone. “Are we gonna… do it here?”

“Can you keep quiet?” They hadn’t seen many people around in the private section of the parking deck, but there was no sense in taking an even bigger risk.

Zoe eyed the tinted windows nervously, then took a deep breath, looked back at Shana and gave a quick nod.

Shana’s tongue was instantly back in Zoe’s mouth as she kissed the little girl hungrily,  then her lips traveled off to one side, nuzzling on Zoe’s neck and ear, breathing in the sweet smell of her hair. Pure lust driving her on, she crawled down the girl’s body to kiss her exposed belly, then pushed Zoe’s shirt out of the way, revealing a lovely chest that showed no sign of needing a bra any time soon. She paused to admire the girl’s youthful beauty, then bent to take a nipple between her lips.

As Shana kissed and licked those delightful little buds, Zoe made soft mewling sounds, very sexy to hear, but not loud enough to carry outside the car.

As much as Shana longed to kiss every single inch of Zoe’s body, they only had a few minutes before Matthew returned, and there was one particular spot that she craved above all. Quickly undoing Zoe’s jeans, she hooked her fingers in the waistbands of both pants and panties, then pulled them down to the girl’s knees.

Despite a powerful urge to dive right in, Shana took a moment to admire the child’s sex close up. Perfect, just perfect. Not a single hair marred its silky smoothness. So beautiful, so inviting. She inhaled deeply, drawing in the perfume of Zoe’s intimate scent, then let her tongue gently part the labia, taking a long, slow lick from bottom to top, relishing the always intoxicating taste of a little girl.

“Mmmm. I’ve waited for this for so long,” Shana murmured.

“Me too! D-don’t stop!” Zoe pleaded. A moan pushed its way past her lips when Shana eagerly obeyed, and the child hastily clamped a hand over her mouth.

Shana wished she could get Zoe entirely out of her clothes, as they made going down on her more difficult than it should have been, but it was best to be able to cover up quickly if the need arose. Likewise, while she’d love nothing more than to leisurely savor Zoe’s pussy, Shana was only too aware that time was of the essence. So she adopted a vigorous pace, flicking her tongue through those delicate lips and paying plenty of attention to the child’s tiny clitoris.

Zoe squirmed about, clearly wanting to spread her legs wider but restrained by the pants that were ringing her knees. Soon, the girl’s breath was hissing through her nose, and her muffled moans grew increasingly frantic.

Shana was thrilled and a little surprised by how juicy Zoe was. While the girl had gotten wet during their first time together a year earlier, it was nothing like this. Shana absolutely loved the thick, rich flavor of pussy, and could lose herself completely when giving oral. Burrowing deep as she could go between Zoe’s legs, she drank from the girl, the tart nectar coating the lower half of her face.

Soon, Zoe went rigid, a choked gasp escaping her throat as she came. The girl was twisting her head from side to side, covering her mouth with both hands as she fought to keep quiet. Shana gently sucked on Zoe’s clit, trying to make her orgasm last as long as possible.

When Zoe’s body finally went slack, Shana sat up, licking the honey from her lips as she admired the panting little girl. With her hair in disarray, her shirt clinging to a sweat-glazed chest, and her smooth slit open and glistening, she was a vision of budding sexuality. Shana reached out to caress the girl’s flat chest, pausing to tease a nipple, then trailed her fingers downwards to brush Zoe’s sex.

“That tickles!” the child gasped, a shudder racing through her boyish frame.

“You should probably put those clothes back on now,” Shana said, with a wistful sigh.

Zoe struggled into a sitting position. “What about you, though?” she asked, putting a hand on Shana’s bare thigh.

The girl’s touch sent a jolt of electricity through Shana, who bit her lip in frustration. There was nothing in the world that she wanted more than for Zoe to return the favor, but that was much too risky at this point. Matthew would be returning any minute now. She’d just have to fuck herself silly once she got to her hotel room.

She gave Zoe a quick kiss, her tongue briefly darting between the girl’s lips. “I don’t think we have time for that right now. Believe me, I wish we did. I guess you’ll have to owe me one.” She winked.

Zoe pouted playfully, but began to arrange her clothes back in a presentable state, and Shana helped to sort out her hair.

A couple of minutes later, they were seated side by side and looking innocent as can be when there was a polite knock at the window, the door opening to reveal Matthew.

“Here you are, then,” he said, presenting the requested clothes.

“Thanks a lot. You’re the best, Matthew,” Shana said. “Oh, you have Zoe’s address, right?”

“Of course.”

“Cool. We can be on our way, then.”

“Very well.” Matthew nodded, closed the door, and made his way to the driver seat. Soon, the car was in motion.

Zoe scooched up close. “So, about tomorrow…” she said, her lips caressing Shana’s ear, “I think Stacy would totally be down to fool around.”

Shana’s curiosity was instantly piqued. “Oh? Why do you think that?”

“Well… ‘cause she said so.”

Shana turned to give Zoe a look. The girl seemed much too pleased with the way she was withholding details. “She did?” Shana prompted.

“Uh-huh. So, I did what we said, right? I asked her what she’d do if, like, you wanted to fool around with her. As a… hypo… hypothesis.”

“Hypothetical. And she said…?”

“Yeah, that. She said, well…” Zoe paused, a sly smirk on her lips as she rested a hand on Shana’s thigh. “Stacy said you could lick her pussy any day.”

Shana swallowed. “Did she, now?” She’d regretted inviting Stacy along just a few minutes ago, but now she was quickly rethinking that notion. Between going down on Zoe and this conversation, her cunt was positively dripping.

“Uh-huh.” Zoe’s hand made its way up Shana’s thigh, slipping under her short skirt. “Would you lick her if she let you?” she asked, that little-girl voice at delicious odds with her sultry tone.

“Zoe…” Shana warned. God, she didn’t want the girl to stop, but…

“Can you keep quiet?” Zoe asked, flashing a cheeky smile. Shana’s head was spinning. When had this innocent little girl become such an expert seductress?

Shana glanced towards the front of the car, weighing her options. Well, they couldn’t be seen, she was pretty sure that she could keep quiet, and the skirt made for easy access, so her clothes could stay on… There should be no problem, right? Fuck, she just couldn’t resist. “Yeah,” she whispered.

“Yeah, you’ll keep quiet, or yeah, you’d lick her pussy?”

Shana took a long breath, then let it out slowly, willing herself to remain calm. “Both.”

Despite her best intentions, she inhaled sharply as soon as Zoe’s fingers grazed the front of her panties. At least she avoided moaning out loud.

Zoe began moving her fingers against the fabric, tracing the length of Shana’s slit, then drawing little circles over her clitoris. Then she calmly resumed her story, as if nothing at all special was happening.

“Then I wanted to know if she was really serious, right? So I kinda laughed a bit when she said that about you licking her, ‘cause you know… easy for her to say, right? So I asked her stuff like, ‘Would you really do it, though? Like, if Shana wanted to do stuff for real, you’d let her? You wouldn’t think it’s weird? And you’d keep it a secret?’ I mean, not like grilling her. Just, y’know, acting like I was just curious. I think I was pretty convincing. Anyway, she said it would be kinda weird if you were into her, but that she’d totally do it. And that you were ‘soooo hot’. And that she’d love to feel you up and lick you and make you come. And that she’d never, ever tell anyone, cross her heart and hope to die. I believe her, too… ‘cause no one here but me knows that she likes girls.”

“Fuck, Zoe…” Shana breathed.

“I told her I’d do it all if I could, too.” Zoe grinned, pressing harder against Shana’s panties. “So yeah, like I said, I think she’d be down.”

“God, I’d say so.” Stacy had seemed pretty shy when they’d met earlier, but it sounded like the girl could be downright brazen. Shana liked brazen little girls very much.

Zoe chose that moment to pull the front of Shana’s panties to one side to touch her pussy directly. Prodding the entrance with a fingertip, she looked up questioningly.

Shana quickly nodded her assent, then held her breath as one, then two small fingers penetrated her, sending waves of pleasure rippling through her body.

“Or… do you want me to do it like last time?” Zoe asked.

“Hm?” Right then, Shana’s thoughts were too scattered for her to understand what Zoe was getting at.

“You know… Like, with my whole hand?”

“Oh! Jesus, no! Not here!” No way would she be able to keep quiet if Zoe fisted her. She could still hardly believe they’d done it the one time. Shana wasn’t even normally into that kind of thing,  but when the thought of getting fucked by the smaller hand of a 9-year-old had popped into her head, the sheer lewdness of the act had taken hold of her, and she’d just had to try.

Zoe shrugged, a sly smile on her lips. “Okay, just checking.”

As it was, Shana had to concentrate to keep loud moans from escaping, but she managed somehow. The only sound in the cabin other than ragged breathing was the wet noises Zoe’s fingers made as they moved in and out of her cunt. Not quite loud enough to be heard, she hoped, though it was hard to tell for sure with the blood pounding in her ears.

“Do you… mmm, God… do you f-finger Stacy like this? D-does she do it to you?” Shana managed to ask, suddenly curious.

Zoe shook her head. “No. We haven’t yet, anyway. That could hurt, right?”

“Maybe… not always. Oh, fuck, Zoe!”

“Yeah. I dunno. Not sure I’m ready to try that just yet… So, anyway, are we gonna do it tomorrow? Um, the threesome, I mean?”

Shana tried to meet Zoe’s gaze, but right then, her eyes couldn’t seem to focus. “Do you… want to?”

Zoe nodded emphatically, Shana could tell that much. Clearly, the girl had given the idea some serious thought. “Yeah, I so want to. It sounds way hot!” Zoe cooed, then flashed a saucy grin.

“Doesn’t it, though?” Fuck, I’m gonna have sex with two little girls! Shana thought. There was a sharp jolt of pleasure at the realization, and then she felt her moment of release, bearing down like a tidal wave. “Oh! I’m g-gonna come,” she murmured, half-surprised at the suddenness of it.

When her orgasm hit, she clenched her jaw to avoid crying out. Her hands reflexively gripped the car seat, her head snapped back, eyes tightly shut. The flood of ecstasy washed her thoughts away, leaving only images floating in her mind of two naked little girls, both offering their pussies to her.

After the pleasure slowly faded, Shana took a deep breath and opened her eyes. Zoe was watching her, smiling. “Damn… that was amazing. Thank you, baby.”

“You’re welcome,” Zoe said, nodding to herself, pleased with her handiwork. Withdrawing her arm from beneath Shana’s skirt, she examined her sticky fingers for a moment, then shrugged and stuck them in her mouth, humming happily as she sucked them clean. She smiled innocently afterwards, perhaps oblivious to the effect she had on Shana.

In the mood to taste herself on Zoe’s lips, Shana leaned over and kissed the girl. A long, gentle kiss with no urgency behind it, just her need to enjoy the intimacy of Zoe’s lips against hers.

Opening her eyes, she drank in the view of the child’s face. So beautiful. Angelic. Flawless. All the cares in the world seemed to evaporate when she was with Zoe.

Shana parted her lips to speak. I love you, she very nearly said, but caught herself just in time.

Furious with herself, Shana clenched her left hand into a fist, fingernails biting into the palm. It wasn’t the first time that such feelings had bubbled up, that she’d been close to saying something stupid. Could she honestly be in love with a 10-year-old? Or was pervy infatuation clouding her judgment?

One thing was certain: nothing good would come from saying those words out loud. It would only make Zoe more needful, more dependent on her… and Shana couldn’t allow herself to play with the kid’s feelings any more than she already had.

Let it go, for God’s sake, she told herself. No point sulking about what you can’t have.

Shaking her head, she slipped an arm around Zoe, looking for something, anything to say to her. “So… sounds like you and Stacy get pretty hot and heavy together, huh? Just how many times have you had sex with her, d’ya think?”

Zoe opened her mouth to answer, then paused, thinking about it for a moment. “Uh… well, a bunch!” she admitted.

Shana chuckled. “All in a month, huh?”

“Yeah. Well, it’s like you said, nobody thinks we’re up to that kinda stuff, so it’s easy. And she’s pretty great. I mean, even when we’re not fooling around.”

Something in Zoe’s tone caught Shana’s attention. “You like her a lot, huh?”

“Yeah…” Zoe began, then she looked up at Shana. “Oh. I mean, not like—”

“It’s okay,” Shana interrupted. “I’m glad you have a… special friend,” she said, stamping down hard on a twinge of jealousy. It’s better for Zoe, having a girlfriend her own age. End of story.

Glancing out the window, Zoe suddenly said, “Oh, this is my street!”

“Well then, I guess this is it. But I’ll see you again in a few hours,” Shana said.

They came together for one final kiss that lasted until the car came to a stop, then drew apart a moment before Matthew opened the rear door.

“Thanks,” Zoe said, gazing up at the clean-cut man. Climbing out, she hit Shana with a dazzling grin. “See you tomorrow!” the girl exclaimed, then bounded up the walkway towards her home. Shana watched Zoe’s bottom jiggle as she ran, feeling an unexpected flicker of lust at the sight.

When Zoe reached the porch, she swiveled about and waved, calling “Bye!”

“Bye,” Shana murmured, waving back with a sigh. Tomorrow morning already seemed to be an eternity away. And that evening, she’d be sleeping alone.

Matthew had returned to the driver’s seat, and his voice now came through on the intercom. “Is there anywhere else you wish to go?”

“No, Matthew,” Shana replied, settling into her seat. “Let’s just go back to the hotel.”

On to Part Three!

 

Unaccompanied Minor, Book Two, Chapter 11

  • Posted on June 14, 2021 at 2:42 pm

By Amanda Lynn

Trish was met by the aroma of Jason’s homemade pizza the instant she pushed open the front door. Monica was only a step behind, and they giggled when both of their stomachs growled in unison. The bus from Camp Witchatic had arrived late due to a flat tire and the girls were starved by the time Gwen pulled into their driveway.

“Hello, ladies,” Jason called from the kitchen where he was slicing the fresh-from-the-oven pizzas, “you’re just in time.”

“Hi, Daddy,” Trish said, dropping her suitcase at the bottom of the stairs.

“Hi, Jason,” Monica followed suit.

They made their way to where the table had been set with plates, glasses, and napkins. Trish gave her dad a big hug as he came around the counter and he had to lift the hot pans high to keep from burning her.

“Careful, Pumpkin,” he warned, “hot stuff here.”

“Certainly is,” Gwen said playfully, kissing his cheek as she passed.

“Eww!” Trish groaned and grabbed a plate from the stack and sat.

“So, girls, tell me all about camp. Did you have fun?” Jason asked after they had all sat and taken a slice of pizza. Trish and Monica glanced at each other and exchanged a mischievous grin.

“We did, Daddy. There was always something to do,” Trish replied, biting into her pizza.

“That’s great, honey. Gwen tells me that there were about forty girls there. Did you make any new friends?”

Trish was busy chewing, so Monica supplied the answer. “There were several girls that we hung with more than others, but there were two girls in particular that Trish got to know really well.”

Gwen was unable to suppress a snort, understanding the innuendo. If Jason caught it, he didn’t let on, perhaps distracted as Trish broke into a fit of coughs after hearing Monica’s words while taking a drink of her pop.

“Are you okay, Trish?” he asked when she finally stopped.

“Yeah,” she replied, putting down the napkin she had used to cover her mouth, “went down the wrong hole, that’s all.” She cleared her throat once more and gave him a reassuring smile. Turning to Monica, she shot an icy glare. Once Jason was reassured that Trish was okay, they carried on with their meal. To Trish’s relief, the rest of the meal went by without further discussing what they had been up to at camp.

With their meal done, Trish and Monica helped clear away the dishes and clean up the kitchen, then moved to the living room.

“So,” Gwen said as she settled on the sofa, glass of wine in hand, “tell me about these girls you got to know really well.” Jason had left for his night shift a short time before and Trish had suspected that Gwen would be dying to hear all about whatever naughtiness they had gotten into at camp.

Monica laughed. “I was wondering when you were going to ask that.” She and Trish plopped onto the sofa, one on either side of Gwen.

“Well, the first girl was Daisy, right?” Monica glanced across her mother to Trish for confirmation. When Trish nodded her agreement, Monica hesitated then said. “Or maybe you should tell the story?”

Trish shook her head. She could already feel the blush climbing her neck. “No, you go ahead.” Though she’d never had a problem telling her friends about her sexual exploits, Trish found it embarrassing to talk to Gwen about it for some reason.

“So, Daisy is like 10 and Trish met her during a volleyball game,” Monica explained.

“Such a wonderful age, right on the cusp of puberty,” Gwen interjected.

“Anyway,” Monica continued, “Daisy asked Trish if it was true about the camp’s nickname, so Trish showed her that it was.”

“Geez, Monica! You make it sound like I went down on her right there on the court,” Trish protested.

Gwen laughed and gave Trish’s leg a gentle squeeze. “So, when did you show her?”

“It was a few days later when we were spying on the Barbies,” Trish said, acutely aware that Gwen hadn’t removed her hand, nor did it seem she was going to.

“Wait. What? Barbies?” Gwen asked.

“Yeah. That’s what we called them,” Monica said and went on to explain about the four blonde girls and what had happened at Cabin 10 that night: both inside and out. With Monica’s tale bringing back memories, and the way Gwen was caressing the length of her inner thigh, Trish couldn’t help but squirm a little.

“Wow! Sounds like you two had a very exciting evening, indeed,” Gwen said. “I wonder what Veronica plans on doing with that movie. Hopefully, it doesn’t end up online.” Trish and Monica nodded, knowing that it would cause nothing but trouble if it got out.

“And who was the second girl?” Gwen asked.

“Believe it or not, it was Alexis,” Monica supplied. “And before you ask, no, Trish didn’t end up in a movie.”

Monica and Trish told Gwen about the panty raid, each sharing bits of the story. As Gwen listened, her other hand made its way to Monica’s thigh. She was now teasing both of them, pausing on occasion to sip her wine.

Gwen laughed when the story ended. “I guess it’s safe to say that Trish had a very enjoyable time at camp.”

It was Monica who laughed now. “But wait… there’s more,” she said in her best infomercial voice. “There’s also the part about Keesha to tell.”

“Oh?” Gwen said, giving Trish a sly smile. “Do tell.”

“Do you remember me telling you the story of Trish drooling over the lifeguard when she was here in the spring?” Monica asked.

“I do. And this is the same Keesha, I take it?”

“Yep,” Monica said, nodding. “And she had a very special treat for Trish.”

This time it was Trish who told the story, with Monica adding a detail or two if something was left out. When she got to the part about the anal beads, it was Gwen who was squirming in her seat. The sexual tension in the room was very high, and Trish had a hard time finishing the rest of the tale, with her mouth all dry and her breath quickening.

“Oh my,” Gwen said huskily. “That’s quite the story.”

Trish was on fire now, and a glance over told her that Monica was in the same state. The next second, Gwen’s mouth was on hers, tongue pushing easily inside. A hand moved awkwardly to Trish’s crotch and rubbed the front of her panties, making them even damper than they’d already been.

Trish moaned in protest when the kiss ended. Opening her eyes, she saw that Gwen’s mouth found Monica’s instead, and she smiled. While mother and daughter kissed lovingly, Trish undid a couple of buttons on Gwen’s blouse and slipped her hand inside. She palmed a breast, holding it for a moment, enjoying the weight of it in her hand, then she slipped her fingers into the cup and pushed it down, giving her access to the hardened nipple.

Gwen gave an appreciative murmur and sat up. When Monica saw what Trish was doing to her mother, she grinned and quickly finished undoing the buttons of the blouse. With Gwen’s chest exposed, Monica uncovered the other breast and took its nipple into her mouth. Trish eagerly followed suit on the other side.

“This is heaven,” Gwen purred, looking from Trish to Monica and back again, then she closed her eyes and rested the back of her head on the sofa, allowing them to do their thing.

Watching Monica shamelessly licking her own mother’s breast out of the corner of her eye, Trish was reminded of a conversation they’d had before leaving for camp. She sat up, but continued to tease Gwen’s nipple with her fingers. Curiosity getting the better of her, she said, “You never finished the story of your first time with Monica. I think you said she was 9.”

“Almost,” Gwen said, keeping still and speaking in a relaxed, almost dreamy voice. “She was just two months away from her ninth birthday. And one night, when she was supposed to be sound asleep, I decided to watch some adult videos on my laptop and take care of business.” She opened her eyes and smiled slyly at Trish. “I was using my favorite vibrator and was getting close when Ms. Monica decided she was thirsty and came looking for her mommy.”

 Trish gasped. “Oh no! She didn’t!”

“She did. Walked right into my room where I was on my back, butt naked, with a vibrator buzzing away between my legs.” Gwen chuckled, took Monica’s hand, and kissed her knuckles. “Monica stood there like a deer in the headlights. I shrieked and scrambled to cover up and close the laptop. Of course, that scared her and she started to cry.”

“Aww, poor Monica,” Trish said, sticking out her bottom lip in a pout.

“I had no idea what Mom was doing,” Monica said in her own defense, “then she freaked out on me…”

Gwen patted Monica’s knee then reached for her wine. “Once we had calmed down and the tears were dried, I gave her a simplified explanation of masturbation and that seemed to satisfy her… or so I thought.”

“Or so you thought?” Trish asked, intrigued by the statement.

“Uh-huh,” Gwen said after taking a sip. “It was a couple of days later, and I was here in the living room reading when I realized that the house seemed awfully quiet. Too quiet, really. Which, to a parent, usually means the kids are up to some sort of mischief.”

“Not this story,” Monica moaned, a blush climbing her neck.

“What? It was cute,” Gwen said. “Anyway, I quietly made my way to her room and peeked inside. There was Monica. Lying naked on her bed, rubbing herself feverishly with my vibrator. She didn’t realize it had an on switch, which was probably a good thing.”

“What did you do?” Trish asked.

“Nothing. Well, not right away,” Gwen replied. “I stood there, in shock for a moment, but also finding myself turned on.” Gwen paused as if looking for the right words to say. “I’ve always liked young girls. I started experimenting with friends my age when I was around 8 or 9, but I found that as I grew older, the girls I desired didn’t. Eventually, when I was about 16, It was just too difficult and dangerous to seduce anyone more than a couple of years younger than me.”

Trish shifted on the sofa to face Gwen. “That’s too bad.”

“Yeah. So, from then on, I only seduced them in my dreams.”

“Then you had Monica.”

“Then I had Monica. But I’d never had sexual thoughts about her until that day.”

“Really?” Trish asked, glancing over at Monica, who was watching her mother intently, a grin on her face.

“No. She’s my daughter and it would be taboo, so I never gave it any thought…”

“Until that day,” both Trish and Monica said together then laughed.

Gwen chuckled. “Exactly.”

“Okay. Back to that day then,” Trish said.

“Right. So, once I got over the initial shock, I decided that making my presence known at that point was not the right thing to do.” Gwen took another swallow of her wine and continued. “I went back downstairs and let her finish in peace. Later, after supper, I sat Monica down and had a talk with her about taking my things without my permission, and that I felt she was too young to be using a vibrator.”

“Then what?” Trish asked.

“You know, I think that’s enough of that story for now,” Gwen said as she reached out and caressed Trish and Monica’s thighs.

Despite a hint of disappointment—this was the second time the story had been interrupted, after all—the pleasant sensations from her stepmom’s touch soon had Trish distracted from the conversation, her arousal rising by the second.

“All this talk of sex toys and young girls has made me horny as hell.” Gwen stood and held out her hands to Trish and Monica, who quickly took them. “I think we should take this to my room.”

Trish’s vaginal muscles clenched in response to Gwen’s words. Excited about what was to come, both she and Monica moved with purpose as they were led up the stairs and to the master bedroom.

“Now,” Gwen said, backing a few feet away from them. She shrugged out of her open blouse and removed her bra. “Kiss for me,” she instructed.

Trish’s eyes were first drawn to Gwen’s pointed nipples, sexy and alluring. She took a second to admire them, then focused her attention on Monica, who was smiling back rather lustfully, quite sexy in her own way though fully clothed. Trish took her stepsister into her arms and they quickly found each other’s mouth. Their tongues played a silly game, darting in and out, chasing each other, until they finally tangled together in a sensual dance.

Trish moaned softly into her partner’s mouth, a sound soon echoed by Gwen. She opened one eye to peek at the now nude form of her stepmom. The woman was still standing, leaning against a chest of drawers, one hand caressing a nipple, the other slowly playing between her legs.

“Damn if that wasn’t the sexiest thing to watch, but I think you two are overdressed,” Gwen said moments later.

“Wanna undress us?” Monica asked.

Gwen shook her head and crossed over to the bed, sitting on the edge. “Tempting, but I’d much rather watch you undress each other.” She motioned to a spot in front of her. “Why don’t you stand over here where I can get a good look?”

They did as instructed, standing an arm’s length from Gwen and facing each other. Trish was the first to move, grabbing the hem of Monica’s tee-shirt and pulling it up and off. Monica reciprocated, leaving both of them with their small breasts exposed, as neither of them was wearing a bra.

“Mmm, such lovely boobs,” Gwen murmured. “But no touching. Not yet,” she added when Monica palmed one of Trish’s.

“Aww! But they’re so yummy,” Monica whined playfully. Dropping to her knees, she made quick work of Trish’s jeans, underwear, and socks. She had no sooner stood than Trish was herself kneeling, eagerly ridding Monica of her remaining clothes.

Standing naked side by side with her stepsister, Trish trembled with lustful anticipation. She watched as Gwen’s eyes slowly explored their bodies. Her heart was pounding, and each beat was echoed by the throbbing of her clit. She’d fully expected Gwen to touch them, but she still gasped when the woman’s hand softly pressed against her chest, delicious tingles spreading through her body.

Gwen’s other hand was touching Monica in exactly the same way. When she cupped Trish’s breast with one hand, she cupped Monica’s with the other. When she rolled Trish’s nipple between thumb and forefinger, she did the same to Monica’s.

Gwen took her time, not saying a word, as she caressed and teased their chests. It was driving Trish nuts. She was so ready to have someone’s hand or mouth on her pussy, she could hardly stand it. Her anticipation just kept growing as Gwen gently kissed and flicked her tongue over each of their nipples, making Trish moan softly.

When Gwen finally slid her hand down Trish’s trembling body and slipped a finger into her, Trish thought she might tumble to the floor, as her legs suddenly felt like rubber. “Oh fuck,” she gasped, grabbing Monica’s arm to steady herself, though unsurprisingly, the girl didn’t seem to be all that steady herself.

“Oh my!” Gwen said in mock surprise. “You two are absolutely dripping. Such deliciously naughty girls.”

“All… all your fault, Mom,” Monica said, her breath ragged.

Gwen chuckled. “So, what are we going to do about it?”

Trish wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold on, especially with Gwen’s fingers moving inside her. “I don’t know, but someone needs to make me come… soon,” Trish whimpered.

Gwen withdrew her fingers and stood. “On the bed, then,” she said, licking the juices from her fingers.

Trish and Monica quickly scrambled onto the king-sized bed. Their horniness at peak level, they couldn’t keep their hands from touching themselves or each other.

Gwen smiled as she watched them. “Well, I guess it isn’t fair to keep you suffering. Sixty-nine, then, girls. A quick come while I get a little something I bought for you.”

Trish didn’t need to be told twice. A quick pivot and she was on top of Monica. She buried her face between her stepsister’s legs, eager to taste. At the same instant, as Trish swiped her tongue through Monica’s folds, the girl did the same for her. A flash of intense pleasure shot through Trish and she shuddered. Oh fuck, yes! she thought. It wouldn’t take much more of that to make her come.

It proved difficult to concentrate on what she was doing while Monica’s tongue and lips were moving skillfully over her sensitive clit. She moaned against Monica’s cunt and was rewarded with an eager jerk of her hips. Monica was clearly just as hungry for release. Forcing herself to focus, Trish found her stepsister’s clit and sucked on it while simultaneously pushing two fingers into the girl’s vagina. Monica bucked hard but Trish held fast, both of them giving as good as they were getting. Monica’s last act before succumbing to her own orgasm was to push Trish over the edge.

Sometime later, the familiar sound of a paper bag crinkling behind her pulled Trish out of the post-orgasmic torpor. Now on her back, she opened her eyes and craned her head to try to see what was going on. Gwen was pulling something from the bag, but Trish couldn’t tell what from her awkward position. Rolling onto her belly, she saw that the thing seemed to be made of several strips of black leather attached at their ends.

“Is that the something you bought for us?” Monica asked.

“Part of it,” Gwen said as she pulled another object from the bag.

Trish instantly recognized this item. She had seen a similar one at Alexis’ cabin at camp. Hers had been purple, while this one was a fleshy color. Hers had also been larger. If the one Alexis had was comparable to the size of an adult male, this one was that of a young teenage boy.

“You bought us a strap-on?” Monica asked with equal parts surprise and excitement.

Gwen nodded as she inserted the dildo into its place in the harness. “So, who wants to try it first?” she asked, holding it up by one finger.

“Oh! Let me,” Trish said, reaching eagerly for the toy.

Gwen laughed and handed it to her. Trish examined the dildo first. The silicon shaft felt the same as the one Alexis had, though this one was not as detailed and lacked its bumps and ridges. The size, she estimated, was a bit smaller than Kat’s brother’s cock.

“Here, let me help,” Gwen offered after watching Trish fumble with the harness for a while.

Trish handed it back and stood up when Gwen asked her to. It only took a minute for her stepmom to finish securing the harness in place. Glancing down, Trish laughed at the faux-cock protruding from her crotch. She rotated her hips and giggled again when it swung and bobbed. “Do you think boys do this?”

“I bet they do,” Monica said, now kneeling on the bed and laughing as well.

Trish turned to her stepsister. “Ya wanna suck my dick?” she asked in a mock deep voice, wiggling the dildo again. She watched Monica grasp the dildo in her hand and stroke its length a couple of times before taking it into her mouth. Trish drew a sharp breath at the sight of Monica sucking “her” cock. Damn, that was hot.

A few moments later, Monica slowly withdrew the toy from her mouth and grinned up at Trish. “You like that?” she asked sweetly. When Trish nodded in reply, Monica positioned herself on hands and knees and looked back at Trish.

“What are you waiting for?” Monica cooed. “Fuck me.”

Monica’s bluntness was both amusing and very erotic, and more than enough motivation for Trish to quickly move into position. Glancing to where Gwen stood, she wasn’t surprised to see the woman watching them with hungry eyes as she pleasured herself with her fingers.

“Yes, Trish,” Gwen said huskily, “do fuck your sister.”

Fresh juices flowed from Trish as she took the dildo in hand and guided it to Monica’s entrance. Her stepsister’s pussy was just as slick as her own and the toy slipped easily inside. She pushed in as far as it would go, causing Monica to grunt. Trish pulled back then slid back in again, this time leaning forward to cup the girl’s tits.

“You like?” she asked as she fondled the soft fleshy mounds.

“Yes,” Monica hissed. “Fuck me more.”

Trish straightened and, placing her hands on Monica’s hips, began thrusting in rhythm. Watching the cock piston in and out, Trish realized the other end of it was pressing on her clit quite pleasurably and wondered if she would come while fucking Monica. She thought back to the small plastic toy that Monica had used on her as a dildo during spring break. Trish would never have imagined back then that in only a few short months, they would be fucking with an actual strap-on.

The sounds of slapping flesh and grunts from Monica drew Trish’s eyes downward. The tempo of her movements had increased instinctively, and her hips smacked against Monica’s ass, making the girl moan loudly with each thrust. She didn’t slow down, though; this felt too good. And besides, it sounded like Monica was definitely enjoying Trish’s enthusiasm.

Gwen had joined them on the bed now, moving to a supine position with legs spread and pussy within easy reach of Monica’s mouth. Her daughter needed no invitation.

“Yes, baby. That’s it,” Gwen purred, holding Monica’s mouth to her cunt.

The eroticism was almost too much for Trish to take. Her orgasm was building quickly, but she wanted to wait for Monica and Gwen to come first. She tried. Tried awfully hard to wait, to hold back. But it was proving more and more difficult to control the fire in her belly. Just as she thought she was about to lose the battle, Monica cried out in ecstasy, quickly followed by her mother. Trish smiled, basking in the sense of victory of a job well done. Then her own orgasm swept her away, and both she and Monica collapsed onto the bed, each twitching from the aftershocks, trying hard to catch their breath.

“Finish telling us the story. Please?” Trish asked a while later, after they had recovered and she and Monica cuddled on either side of Gwen.

“You’re really curious about that, aren’t you?” Gwen chuckled when Trish shrugged. “So, where was I, then…”

“You had just had a talk with Monica about using your things without permission,” Trish supplied.

“Right. So, I thought that was that then. Monica would stay away from my toys and I could try to pretend that I didn’t know what she was doing in her room, that it wasn’t turning me on. Believe me, it wasn’t easy.”

“Obviously, that’s not what happened,” Monica said.

“Spoilers!” Trish chided her stepsister.

“Anyway,” Gwen continued, “things went back to normal until just after Christmas, when the city was hit by a major blizzard. Everything came to a standstill with snowdrifts up to the power lines, and it knocked out the power that evening. I dug out the candles and portable radio, then Monica and I snuggled on the sofa. We played cards and listened to music until it was bedtime. I got the extra blanket and had Monica sleep with me in my bed to help keep warm.”

“I bet I know how you did that, too,” Trish said with a chuckle.

“Perv,” Monica snorted.

“Hush, you two. And no, that hadn’t been my intent,” Gwen scolded them playfully. “So, we settled in bed. I, on my side, with Monica tucked in, her back against me.”

“Spooning,” Monica added.

“Um, yes. We hadn’t been lying there for more than five minutes when Monica asked me if I was going to masturbate. The question surprised me, but I calmly said no. Which was true, I hadn’t planned on doing it… until she asked the question and put the idea in my head. Monica was quiet for the next few minutes and I figured she had drifted off, but no. She then asked if I would masturbate her. Not if she could masturbate, but if I would do it for her.”

“And you did,” Trish said.

“And I did. Not instantly, mind you. I waged a very short-lived war with myself on whether I should or shouldn’t. Shouldn’t lost. I had a quiet little chat with Monica, then. Told her how much I loved her and how much I wanted to touch her and teach her about lovemaking. I told her about keeping secrets and that saying stop was okay.” Gwen paused for a moment then went on. “When I was sure she understood what I had told her, I slipped my hand into her PJs and touched my little girl sexually for the first time. I stroked her clit, kissed her neck, and whispered I love you in her ear until she came and drifted off to sleep. I, of course, did end up masturbating that night after all.”

“That’s so sweet,” Trish said. “Was that all that happened that first night?”

“Uh-huh. I told her that Mommy would touch her like that any time she wanted, but only at home when we were alone, and she had to ask me to do it. I wouldn’t ask her. Over time, we tried many different ways to have fun. She started playing with my boobs right away, touched my pussy a couple of weeks after that. Oral sex happened, what? Four or five months later.”

“I think it was four months,” Monica added.

“And that’s how it went. Monica asked and I happily obliged every time.” Gwen gave a little snort then continued. “Some days I think I obliged three or four times. She was like a kid in a candy store; couldn’t get enough.”

“Just like Trish after I lured her to the dark side,” Monica said with a chuckle.

“It’s true,” Trish agreed.

“Once I met your father,” Gwen continued, “and it looked like it was getting serious between us, Monica and I had to be extra careful, naturally. Then, when Jason moved in with us, we had to limit our lovemaking to when we knew for sure that we would have a couple of hours alone, without the risk of being caught.”

“Yeah, I can understand that,” Trish said. The tale of Monica’s sexual awakening had rekindled Trish’s libido. One of her hands had been caressing Gwen’s thigh this whole time, but now she slipped it higher and began exploring the woman’s pussy. The flesh was smooth and warm, wet with arousal. Trish found her stepmom’s entrance and pushed two fingers inside.

“Mmmm, that feels good,” Gwen breathed. “Would you like to fuck me like you did Monica?”

Trish grinned, her desire instantly increasing a notch or two. “Yeah, okay!” She scrambled to her knees, in much the same position she had been with Monica.

“Better still,” Gwen said as she reached into her nightstand and retrieved something. She held up a bottle of lube and grinned. “I’d like you fuck my ass. If that’s okay?”

Trish stared, wide-eyed. Did she just ask that? Holy crap. “S-sure,” she sputtered.

“Good. Let me grab a towel first.”

With the towel on the bed and both the dildo and Gwen well lubed up, Trish took up a position at Gwen’s backside. The woman was on knees and elbows, thighs slightly spread, ass in the air, looking quite lewd. Trish admired the sight, then swallowed. She was going to do this. She was going to fuck someone up the ass. Wondering how she should proceed, she looked over to Monica, kneeling beside her.

“Let me help,” Monica said as if sensing her hesitation. Monica took the dildo in hand and guided it to her mother’s anus.

“That’s it, sweetie. Don’t worry, you won’t hurt me. Give it a small push,” Gwen encouraged.

Guided by a gentle nudge from Monica’s hand on her bum, Trish began pushing the cock against Gwen’s asshole, increasing the pressure until it suddenly slipped past the sphincter, surprising Trish and drawing a groan from her stepmom.

“Oh, no! Did I hurt you?” Trish asked.

“Not at all. You’re doing fine, baby.” Gwen looked back and gave her a reassuring smile.

Relieved that she’d done nothing wrong, Trish gripped Gwen’s hips and began rocking her pelvis, slowly increasing her tempo with each thrust. Monica got closer, her hands roaming over Trish’s body, squeezing her boobs. They kissed passionately while Monica tweaked her nipples and Trish repeatedly slammed her cock into Gwen, who was loudly appreciative of her efforts. Monica then moved over and slipped a hand between her mom’s legs, and it took very little time after that before Gwen was shaking all over and screaming into her pillow.

The strap-on was discarded after Gwen came, and the three of them took turns pleasuring each other for another two hours until none could handle another orgasm.

***

After they helped Gwen remove any evidence of their lovemaking in the master bedroom, Trish and Monica had showered and said goodnight, then retreated to Monica’s bedroom.

“I sure wasn’t expecting the day to end like that,” Trish said as Monica snuggled up to her.

“Yeah,” Monica said dreamily, “Can you imagine if you lived here? Threesomes with Mom would be a regular thing.”

“Sounds like fun, but I’d be happy with just you,” Trish replied softly.

“I know. But you gotta admit that having more than one lover is fun, too.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Her stepsister did have a point. Trish had enjoyed being with Daisy, Keesha, and Alexis. And she hadn’t felt any overwhelming guilt afterward. So, what was it that bothered her so much? So what if Monica had sex with her mom and Gabby and Kat? She had Cindy back home. But what if… “Are you gonna have sex with other girls besides Gabby, Kat, and your mom?”

“Wasn’t planning on it, or really looking for anyone.” Monica rolled onto her side to face Trish, “It’s not me having sex with someone new that’s bothering you, is it?” She smiled knowingly when Trish shrugged. “You’re afraid I’m gonna fall in love with someone else and forget about you.”

It was Trish’s turn to roll onto her side. She studied her stepsister’s face for a second. “Yes,” she said meekly.

“I told you at camp that I love you as more than a sister,” Monica said tenderly, “and I always will. And whatever happens tomorrow or ten years from now, I’ll never forget about you. I can’t promise you that I’ll never fall in love with someone else… but you can’t really promise me that either, right?”

Trish felt a tightness in her chest and a tear roll down her cheek. It wasn’t exactly what she’d wanted to hear, but she knew Monica was right. When she sniffed, Monica wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close.

“Please don’t cry. I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

“I know.” Trish sniffed again. “I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologize.” She held Trish in silence for a few minutes before speaking. “Let’s make a deal.”

Trish pulled away and looked at Monica. “What kind of deal?”

“Well, what if we agreed to only be with the lovers we already have? Me with Mom and Gabby here, and you with Cindy back home,” Monica suggested.

She thought about that for a moment or two, realizing it wouldn’t be fair for her to ask Monica to give up making love with her mother, or with Gabby for that matter. And she had just started with Cindy and really didn’t want to give that up either. She liked having sex with girls too much to become celibate between visits with Monica.

“Um, okay. That sounds like a plan. Except you have two people, three if you count Kat, and I just have one,” Trish said, teasing. She didn’t really mind.

Monica chuckled. “Kat is more Gabby’s fuck toy. I rarely do it with her. And I guess you’ll just have to seduce your mom. Sounds like it wouldn’t be that hard, from what you told me. And that would even up the count.”

Trish was taken aback for a moment. Having sex with her own mom. She’d idly fantasized about it but… Could she really have what Gwen and Monica did? “It would make the numbers even,” Trish said slowly, considering. “I wonder if she’d let me, though.”

“Guess you’ll have to give it a shot when you get home.”

Getting more and more excited at the idea, Trish nodded. “Maybe I will.” She would wait and see what her mother’s attitude was like when she got back to Toronto. Had her mom been thinking about her and what happened in Trish’s bedroom before she left for Edmonton? Trish smiled inwardly, thinking about her mother making love to her.

“So, do you agree to the deal?” Monica asked.

“Yes, but…”

“But?” Monica raised an eyebrow.

“What if, say, in September, when school starts, there’s a new girl in my class, and she’s super cute…”

“Go on,” Monica said, looking intrigued.

“She’s super cute and she thinks I’m super cute—because, why wouldn’t she?” Trish grinned playfully, “And she wants to have sex.”

Monica made a face like she was in deep thought. “Super cute, huh?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And she thinks you’re super cute? Which you are, by the way.”

“Thank you and yes.”

“And she wants to have sex?”

Trish nodded.

“Well, I guess you will just have to give it to her.”

Trish opened her mouth to speak but Monica raised a finger to silence her. “But,” Monica paused for effect, “before anything happens, you have to send me pictures of this girl so I can judge the level of her cuteness. If I agree with your assessment, then you can indulge yourself. Of course, the same rule applies to me if I meet a super cute girl who wants my body,” Monica explained, straight-faced, sounding more like a scientist detailing an experiment than a horny girl contemplating new sex partners.

“So, if either of us wants to have sex with someone new, the other has to approve of it first. Have I got that right?” Trish asked.

“Correct, and a detailed report, with pictures if possible, has to be submitted after the dirty deed is done,” Monica added.

“Pictures?”

“If possible.”

“Should we put a limit on how many times we can have sex with said cute girl? Or should it be one-night stands only?” Trish inquired with a chuckle.

“Um, five times? That work for you?”

“With reports and pictures each time?”

“Of course,” Monica replied, deadpan. They looked at each other in all seriousness for only a moment before they broke into fits of giggles.

Soon, they calmed down and the mood shifted. They shared a kiss, slow and tender, full of love and affection. Still tired and sated from earlier, they didn’t make love, but simply held each other, shared a sweet I love you, and drifted off to sleep.

This way to Chapter 12!

 

Sweet Poppy, Chapter 2

  • Posted on June 12, 2021 at 3:25 pm

by Joe Dornish

The next morning after breakfast, Mum, Lilly and I  went for a walk in the fields and woods near our home. The leaves were dropping off the trees, and Lilly and I had great fun kicking and throwing them at each other. Even Mum joined in. When we got back, Lilly beat me to the remote control and her program on the telly. I soon got bored and went into the kitchen to see what Mum was doing.

She’d put a roast chicken in the oven and was sitting at the table with coffee and a book. She had her legs crossed and her knee-length black skirt had ridden up to show her thigh. The sight of her bare leg made my kitty tingle. I squeezed my thighs together to try to make it go away, but that just made it worse.

I was losing the battle against the urge to masturbate, and was about to go upstairs when I had another idea. I used to play a game where I’d hide under the table and Mum would pretend I wasn’t there while I played games around her feet.

“Mum,” I told her, “I’m going into my secret den. I’m not here, okay?”

“Okay sweetie,” she said without looking up from her book.

I got under the table and looked at Mum’s crossed legs. She wasn’t wearing any tights or stockings, just her fancy leather flip-flops that she wears around the house like slippers. When I peeked underneath her skirt, I could see her whole leg up to her bum. That made me tingle even more!

I hadn’t played this game since I was little, but I remembered that there was a ‘no tickling’ rule. Mum doesn’t like being tickled too much, she says it makes her want to pee. There wasn’t any rule about no touching, though, and I found myself wondering what would happen if I touched Mum without being tickly about it. The idea got me so excited that I just had to give it a try.

I reached out to touch her leg, and she didn’t move. Feeling braver, I ran my hand up and down her shin. This time Mum did move — she uncrossed her legs, keeping them slightly apart, just enough for me to see her light blue knickers. They were lace and see-through, so her landing strip and the contours of her pussy were clearly visible through the thin fabric.

I unbuttoned my jeans and tugged down the zip, then slipped a hand inside my knickers. I made a mental note to wear a skirt the next time I did something like this. I was already wet by the time my fingers slid over my hairless mound. Then Mum did something that shocked me: she lifted her skirt higher up, almost up to her waist.

Did she want me to look? Just the thought of her doing that deliberately, for my benefit, drove me wild. My fingers were moving like crazy in my knickers as I held on to Mum’s knee for support. By then I figured she had to know what I was doing — of course, she was supposed to be ignoring me.

I moved my left hand along the inside of her thigh. My heart was beating like crazy as I got closer to her crotch, I wanted so badly to touch her there. My fingers worked away at my clit even faster as my left hand reached the top of her thigh.

Then Mum whispered, “That’s far enough for now, sweetheart.”

I gently stroked the inside of Mum’s thigh, keeping my eyes firmly fixed between her legs. There, a wet patch was clearly visible on the blue material of her underwear. My fingers were sticky with my juices, and I was breathing heavily. Mum must have been able to hear, but I didn’t care — nothing could have stopped me right then.

I gripped Mum’s leg hard, biting down on my lip to keep from making a racket as an orgasm swept over me. I was kneeling, holding onto her leg for support while my back arched and my body shivered and spasmed until I was spent.

I let go of Mum and laid back on the floor with a blissful sigh. I had been looking at her kitty and touching her bare leg when I came. It was almost as if I’d just had sex with my mother. That’s how it felt to me, anyhow. And she knew what I was doing, could probably smell my wet pussy as well as I could. That’s what made it so special — Mum knew what was happening, maybe even encouraged it. It made me feel kind of nervous, but in an exciting way, like when you’re on an aeroplane and it takes off.

“You okay down there?” she asked in a soft, silky tone.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just… you know.”

“Oh, I know, sweetie, I know. Here, come on out.” Her hand was reaching under the table for me under the table.

I was suddenly embarrassed, though not quite sure why. I quickly did my jeans up, wiped my hand on the t-shirt I was wearing, and tried to sweep my hair back into some sort of order. I got out from under the table and Mum smiled warmly, patting her thigh in a familiar way.

I sat in her lap, very aware of how wet my knickers were, and Mum wrapped her arms around me, planting little kisses on the top of my head as I nuzzled her neck. We were silent for the longest time — just cuddling, enjoying the warmth and closeness. I wondered if this was what my cat Pixie feels like when she falls asleep in my lap while I’m stroking her.

“Was that fun?” Mum asked.

“Yeah, that was a big one. I’ve not felt it like that before.”

Mum laughed, “How many have you had? You only found out about orgasms yesterday!”

That made me chuckle. “That was my third.”

“Blimey, you have been busy.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No, quite the opposite. If you enjoy it, sweetie, then touch yourself to your heart’s content.”

“I think I will.”

Mum seemed to be thinking, and then she said, “Did you, um, like the view down there?”

That surprised me — I wasn’t expecting her to ask me about that. I was too embarrassed to say anything anyway, so I buried my face in the nape of her neck and nodded.

A few minutes later Mum kissed me on the cheek, then got up to check on dinner. I went for a shower and played with myself again, holding the shower head to my kitty. It was fun; I never came but it felt great.

While I dried myself I had a thought, what did Mum mean when I was touching her thigh and she said ‘That’s far enough… for now?’. My heart raced as it dawned on me. I dropped the towel, hurried to my room, put on clean knickers and a light cotton dress, then ran down to the kitchen.

“It won’t be long… I’ll call you when it’s ready,” Mum was saying to Lilly.

When she saw me, Lilly ran like lightning into the living room in case I beat her to the remote control, and then she’d have to endure what I wanted to put on the telly.

When my little sister was gone, I went up close to Mum, who was stirring the gravy, and quietly said, “Er, Mum? What did you mean when you told me, ‘That’s far enough for now?”

She put the spoon down and turned to me. “I wondered when you’d pick up on that.”

“Pick up on what? What did you mean?” I replied, impatient for an answer.

Mum took my hands in hers and whispered “I love you,” then she kissed me. On the mouth! Like for ages and ages. Okay, it was probably only a few seconds and there were no tongues, but still, it was a proper kiss.

When she pulled away I just stood there like an idiot with a dumb look on my face, feeling lightheaded from the smell of her perfume. Mum just smiled and kissed my forehead, “Was that nice?”

I could barely speak, but managed an, “Uh-huh.”

“Poppy, I want to answer your questions, but not now.” She tilted her head towards where Lilly sat in the living room, then winked at me. “Let’s talk later, okay?”

I kissed her on the cheek, “Okay.”

***

That week, our Sunday night movie was an especially interesting one. It’s a sort of habit we’ve gotten into since we moved here that each Sunday, we take it in turns to pick a film to watch together. It was Mummy’s choice on that particular evening, and she picked Mean Girls. I’d seen it once before when we first got the DVD, but that was ages ago. Two things had changed since I last saw the film — I’d embraced the fact I was into girls, and I’d discovered masturbation. Admittedly, this all happened in the previous twenty-four hours.

As the film progressed, I got more and more turned on by all the cute girls in the cast. I was rubbing my thighs together, then my hand just slipped between my legs of its own accord. I was in an armchair by myself, Mum was next to me at one end of the sofa with Lilly on the other side of her.

When my wandering hand decided to take up residence on my mound, Mum reached over and dropped a pillow in my lap, then winked at me. I took that as permission to masturbate quietly. Which is what I did. By the time it got to the Christmas scene where the girls are all dancing around, I couldn’t hold it back any longer and I came, biting the pillow so I didn’t make any noise. If Lilly had turned around right then, I don’t know what I’d have told her. But to be fair, right then I didn’t care.

The film finished later than we’d planned, and I played with my kitty all the way through. It was past both mine and Lilly’s bedtimes when it ended. We both said our goodnights to Mum, then went up to our rooms.

I got undressed and put an oversized t-shirt on. No knickers, I never wear them to bed, and Mum and Lilly don’t either. I brushed my teeth and got into bed. I hadn’t even got as far as turning my table lamp off when Mum came in and closed the door behind her.

“All ready for bed?” she asked, kneeling beside me.

“Uh-huh.”

“Would you like to talk now?”

“Um, okay.”

“Did you have fun under the table?”

“Yes,” I said, nodding enthusiastically. “I sure did.”

“Would you be surprised if I said that I enjoyed it too?”

“You did?”

“Uh-huh. Is that okay?”

“Definitely,” I said, which made her giggle.

“I’m going to be honest with you. When I said ‘that’s far enough for now’, I never meant to say ‘for now’. It was a slip of the tongue.”

“Um, so what did you mean, then?”

“I meant that I don’t want to rush you.”

“Rush me how?”

She was quiet for a moment, then said, “Sweetheart, when I was showing you how to masturbate yesterday, did you enjoy looking at me with my clothes off?”

I nodded and said, “Yes, a lot.”

“I enjoyed looking at you too. You’re very sexy.”

“Really?” Okay, that blew my mind. Mum, the most gorgeous woman in the world, thought I was sexy!

She didn’t reply right away, like she wasn’t sure what to say next. Finally, she put a hand on my arm and said in a quiet voice, “Would you do something for me, sweetheart?”

“Of course, anything.” Right then, I’d have walked over hot coals for her.

“When you were under the table, you… looked at me while you masturbated, right?”

I nodded.

“Could I… could I touch myself while I’m looking at you?”

That confused me. “You want to get under the table?”

“No!” she giggled. “Actually, that’s not a bad idea, but it isn’t what I meant. I was talking about… here, right now…”

That was when I noticed that Mum had a hand under her skirt and between her legs. I felt a yummy shiver, and my heart started beating really fast. My hot, sexy mother wanted to get herself off while looking at me. How awesome was that?

My hands were shaking a bit as I slowly pulled the covers down so Mum could see me. The t-shirt was short anyway and had already ridden up to expose my kitty.

“Could you take your shirt off, sweetie? If that’s okay with you?”

“Sure,” I said and whipped my top off, growing even more excited.

Mum pulled her knickers down and tucked the hem of her skirt in the waist so it was out of the way. Her knees were spread apart, and she was pushing her middle fingers in and out of her kitty, as deep as she could go. I was mesmerised.

“Spread your legs, baby,” she panted. “Let me have a good look.”

I did as she asked, which felt deliciously naughty. Mum grabbed one of her boobs with her free hand and gave it a squeeze. I didn’t have anything up there to grab onto, so I started playing with my little buds instead, which tickled in a really nice way.

I put a hand between my legs and started masturbating while I watched my Mum fingering herself hard and fast, getting really wild!. I wanted to copy her, but I’d only ever put the tip of my finger inside myself. Mum was doing a lot more, though, and looked like she was really enjoying it.

Deciding that I was going to be bold like she was, I rubbed the opening to my kitty a few times, drawing my knees up higher and wider, then slowly pushed my finger inside my kitty. I only meant to push it in halfway, but it was so soft and warm and felt so good that I went all the way in, far as my finger would go.

“Oh my… gosh!” Mum blurted out. Then she put the other hand between her legs and rubbed her clit while she was fingering herself. That looked like a great idea to me, so leaving my finger buried inside my kitty I reached down and started rubbing my own clit.

That really seemed to excite Mum. “Oh shit, fuck, fuck…”

Her eyes never left my kitty as she started to come. She bucked and jerked around a lot,  just like I do, but I don’t use rude words like she did. Maybe I should, I told myself.

Then my own orgasm took over me, and I couldn’t think about anything else. It happened a lot quicker and was way more powerful than I thought it would be.

I’m not sure what happened after that. After a while, I opened my eyes and Mum was stroking my hair, smiling at me.

“Did I fall asleep?”

“No, sweetie. You were just a bit zoned out after your orgasm. Sort of half-awake and half-dreaming.”

“How long was I like that?”

“About five minutes.”

“Is that all? It seemed like longer.”

“Feels good though, doesn’t it?”

“God, yes!”

Raising my head, I gave Mum a quick kiss. She seemed to like that, so I kissed her again, letting it linger this time. When my head fell back on the pillow she went down with me, our mouths still pressed together, then her tongue gently slipped between my lips.

My head was spinning. Mummy’s kissing me like I’m her girlfriend! I kept telling myself.

I kissed her back the same way. Our tongues met and danced playfully as I made unconscious little murmurs of satisfaction. Or maybe the cute noises were coming from Mummy, I’m not sure.

When we broke off, my lips were tingling.

“You’re a good kisser,” Mum said. Have you done that before?”

“No. I practised on my arm, but that’s it.”

She gave me another deep, sexy kiss, then said, “Time to sleep now, sweetheart.”

I remembered what we’d been discussing earlier. “Wait, Mum. You never said what you meant by not rushing me.”

“When I said I didn’t want to rush you, I meant that we should just take things one step at a time. Best not let our relationship change too much, too soon.” She placed a tiny kiss on my nose, making me giggle. “I thought today was a good first step, didn’t you?”

“Totally!”

Mum laughed at my girlish enthusiasm, “I enjoyed it too, sweetie. Now, lights out… you’ve got school in the morning.” As she stood up, she took her knickers the rest of the way off. I got a quick glimpse of Mum’s kitty, and it made me want to look at it some more. Then I thought about what it would be like to touch her there, and that made me feel all hot and squishy inside.

I thought about telling Mum that, but instead, I asked, “What’s the next step, then?”

“I’ve no idea sweetheart, but I think we’ll have fun finding out. Night-night.” She turned out the light, leaving me with a headful of exciting thoughts.

 

On to Chapter 3!

 

Greenfield Tales, Chapter 10

  • Posted on June 9, 2021 at 2:31 pm

 

To recap this story’s plot, please check out the Chapter Links. For helpful information about the main characters, please consult The Girls and Women of Greenfield Tales.

By JB West

Part 1 – The Conduit

Cassidy was about to share the secret of her mental abilities with the girls when Deena spoke up. “You know, the way the girls fixed up the living room for tonight, it’d be a shame to let it go to waste. Why don’t we move the party back in there? I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’d like to stretch out on the floor,” she added with a wink.

Everybody agreed, so they headed out to the living room, sitting in roughly the same places they had earlier, but this time Deena and Rachel were closer together with their backs against the couch. Kim chose to sit next to her daughter, wanting to be near Katie when Cassidy revealed her secret.

The girls, still eager to know what Cassidy wanted to tell them, were all but bouncing up and down where they sat, the excitement of the situation almost too much for their little bodies to contain. Cassidy sat close to the girls, creating a secretive aura, even though everybody in the room could easily hear what she said.

“Okay, girls,” Cassidy started, “So you’re both probably wondering how we knew that Emily had been watching the four of us the other night.”

Emily and Katie both nodded. Emily was especially curious, as she was certain that none of the women had noticed her in the darkness of the hallway just outside her aunt’s bedroom.

“Well, the truth is…” Cassidy began.

First, she told the girls about her empathic powers and how they made it possible for her to sense the emotions, especially the strong ones, of people around her. She explained how she was able to actually feel Emily outside the bedroom, reading the girl’s growing excitement.

Emily felt a little embarrassed by Cassidy’s revelation at first, but the blush in her cheeks deepened even further when Cassidy asked her, “Did you touch yourself between your legs while you watched us making love, Emily?” She then took the young girl’s hand and added, “I’m almost certain I could sense that.”

“Um, yeah, kinda,” the eight-year-old mumbled, staring down at her knees, though she did enjoy the feeling of Cassidy’s warm, soft hand in hers.

Rachel had to speak up. “Don’t feel bad about that, sweetheart,” she said, moving to Emily’s side and taking her daughter’s other hand. “It’s a beautiful and natural thing, touching yourself that way. Besides,” she added, “that means that you liked what you saw us doing. Didn’t you?”

Giving her mother a shy glance, Emily nodded, whispering, “Uh-huh.”

A huge smile broke across Rachel’s face. “See, it makes me feel good that you like seeing me naked.” Rachel then leaned in and gave Emily a quick hug. “And I bet that Aunt Kim, Deena and Cassidy all feel the same way.”

Emily hesitantly looked at the other women in turn, a sense of relief washing over her as she saw their grins and nods, then heard Deena murmur “That’s right.”

The child still felt a little weird about what she’d done and being found out, but at least she knew that no one was judging her for it. In fact, she now understood that everyone was just as thrilled by her spying as she’d been at the time.

Katie, who hadn’t spoken for a while, tugged at Cassidy’s sleeve. “So you knew Emily was there, but you couldn’t see her? Not even a little bit?”

“That’s right,” Cassidy replied. “I saw her with my mind, not my eyes. Does that make sense?”

“Um, I’m not sure,” said Katie, frowning as she tried to picture it. “What’s that feel like?”

Now that the focus had returned to Cassidy and her powers, Emily and Katie both had lots of questions for her, and Cassidy answered all of them with honesty and candor. She even told the girls the story about her ninth birthday party, the same one that she’d shared with their mothers. That set off a whole new round of questions about Cassidy’s ability to enter people’s minds and manipulate their thoughts.

Cassidy could tell that Katie was somewhat skeptical of her confession, but Emily’s reaction was entirely different. She had a very vivid imagination and loved science fiction and superhero stories, so the idea of Cassidy having special powers impressed her greatly.

“I’ve got a feeling that you don’t quite believe me,” Cassidy finally said to Katie, who was biting her lower lip and thinking hard about everything she’d just heard.

“No, it’s not that. It’s just… I don’t understand how it works,” Katie said.

Cassidy nodded thoughtfully. “Well… I could demonstrate it for you.”

Katie was reluctant to entertain Cassidy’s offer, not so much because she didn’t believe, but because she was wary of having her mind entered and played with. Kim and Rachel tried to soothe her fears by explaining how Cassidy had helped them, and what a positive experience it had been, but Katie was still unsure.

That was when Emily spoke up, volunteering to let Cassidy demonstrate these mysterious powers on her. She even asked her mother for permission. Rachel was, of course, only too happy to allow it.

Cassidy adjusted her position on the floor so that she was facing Emily directly, took the girl’s hands in her own, then asked her a few questions. “Emily, is there anything about yourself that you don’t like? I’m not talking about how you look, mind you — believe me, you’re already perfect as you are!” Emily giggled, delighted by the compliment. “What I mean, is there anything about your personality you’d like to change? Any bad habits you wish you could break?”

Emily thought about Cassidy’s question for a few moments, then shrugged, not entirely sure how to respond.

That’s when Rachel made a suggestion. “Emily, sweetie. Remember how nervous you were last year at your dance recital?”

Emily grimaced. Oh, yes, she remembered. Though managing to make it through her routine, she’d been so nervous that she flubbed a few moves and nearly fell down at one point. Her stage fright had nearly ruined the show, and Emily had sulked about it for days afterward.

“Do you think you can help Emily with her performance anxiety?” Rachel asked Cassidy, who nodded. Studying Emily carefully, she could tell that the girl was reliving that terrible experience at that very moment.

Still holding the child’s hands, Cassidy murmured, “Emily, look at me.” The eight-year-old raised her head, their eyes met, and Cassidy began the meditation. Emily was a perfectly willing subject, so Cassidy was easily able to enter her mind and make quick work of destroying the fear and anxiety that the girl felt whenever she had to perform in front of groups of people.

Cassidy was somewhat tempted to make additional alterations to Emily’s mind along the lines of what she’d done to Rachel and Kim, but decided to leave it alone. After all, Emily was still a child, and Cassidy had no idea if such big changes could cause lingering side effects or even permanent damage in a subject this young.

The main difference Cassidy noticed in her probing of Emily was how much faster the girl recovered than the adults. It only took about ten seconds for Emily to shake off the mental fog and return to her senses. And Emily, just like her mother and aunt, immediately sensed the changes that had been made in her. Right then and there, she knew that stage fright would never again be a stumbling block for her.

Emily threw herself into Cassidy’s arms, whispering “Thank you, thank you.” Needless to say, Cassidy was all too willing to accept the little girl’s affectionate hug. She then turned to Emily’s younger cousin.  “So, Katie, do you think you’re ready to try for yourself?”

Katie still wasn’t completely sold on the idea, but the girl’s curious nature got the better of her and she relented. “You’ll be careful?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

“Like you were my own little girl,” Cassidy gently replied and patted the space on the floor in front of her. “Sit here, and we’ll get started.” Katie crawled over and seated herself before the smiling woman.

As Cassidy took the child’s hands, she exchanged a look with Kim, telling her without words that she would take good care of Katie, no matter what.

Kim was still feeling nervous. She’d been very unsettled by the painting of her little girl that Cassidy had shown her the night before — a painting based on a vision the young lesbian had experienced before meeting Katie, before ever knowing the child existed! Kim still had no idea what any of it meant, but she suspected that allowing Cassidy to enter Katie’s mind was the only way to find the answers she needed.

Starting the countdown, Cassidy was preparing herself once again to enter the mind of a young girl when something extraordinary happened. Instead of the buzzing increasing in intensity, the heat of her body rising and her vision narrowing, the exact opposite happened.

First, the Buzz completely fell away. Cassidy could recall precious few times in her life when the buzzing sound had ceased entirely, and it had always occurred after an extended or forceful use of her powers, leaving her drained and exhausted.

Second, Cassidy felt a chill creep over her body and she shivered. That never happened — the power always suffused her body in a wave of heat when she used it.

Finally, Cassidy’s vision started to expand rather than narrow. She could see the entire room around her and the people who occupied it in every direction at once., but before she could take everything in, the world whited out completely, and she found herself suspended in a wispy fog with bright flashes of energy coruscating all around.

Cassidy was so dazzled by it all that it didn’t even occur to her to be afraid.

“So, um, what now?” Katie’s voice sounded behind her.

Cassidy turned to see the child floating in the same fog about ten feet away. Katie clearly assumed that this was how the power normally worked, so she had no idea that Cassidy was just as lost as she was.

Somehow pushing herself through the mist, Cassidy moved to Katie’s side, determined not to lose her in the chaos, and took the girl’s hands. As they touched, a surge of energy ran through their bodies. The pair floated there for a few moments — or was it a few lifetimes? — holding hands and feeling the psychic energy flowing through and around their bodies. They stared into each other’s eyes, the growing knowledge of what they were and what they could do slowly crystallizing in their minds.

Back in the real world, Emily and the women were watching Cassidy and Katie closely. Normally, one of these sessions lasted for about a minute at most, but Cassidy and Katie had been under for at least five. Kim was starting to get visibly agitated, as was Deena when suddenly Cassidy and Katie opened their eyes. Kim, who had moved steadily closer to the meditating duo, was now kneeling right next to her daughter. Katie looked up at her mother, a huge smile breaking across the girl’s face just before Kim wrapped both arms around the girl, hugging her close.

“I know the answer,” Cassidy said. Kim looked up at the young woman and saw that she too was smiling brightly.

Rachel and Deena both scooted in closer, eager to hear what Cassidy was going to say next.

“She’s a conduit,” Cassidy said, raising the hand that was still clutching Katie’s. “She helps the energy flow into me. On my own I can channel some of it, but not nearly enough. But with Katie’s help… now, I can channel all of it!”

“What energy?” Kim asked, still confused by it all.

“The psychic energy, Mommy.” Katie said. “It’s all around us.” Kim watched as her little girl reached out with her free hand and moved it through the empty space in front of her. Katie giggled with delight as she watched the light of the energy absorb into her body and travel up her arm, across her chest, and then down her other arm and into Cassidy. Somehow she knew that no one else besides her and Cassidy could see this beautiful light, though.

“And with more fuel for my powers, they have become so much stronger.” Cassidy looked toward the front door of the house. “Hmmm, let’s see. In the house across the street there’s a man, a woman and a young girl. They’re all happy and laughing. I think they might be watching a funny movie or TV show.”

“What?” Across the street?” Rachel was dumbfounded. “I thought you could only sense people who were close by?”

“That used to be true,” Cassidy replied, nodding. “But now, with Katie’s help, I can feel my powers growing.” She then looked towards the back wall of the living room. She concentrated for a few moments, then said, “Hey Deena, I think Mr. And Mrs. Withers are having another fight.”

Deena was absolutely speechless. All she could do was stare at Cassidy, her mouth agape with awe.

“Who’s Mr. And Mrs. Withers?” Kim asked.

Our next-door neighbors,” Cassidy chuckled. Her eyes danced with excitement.

Kim’s eyes went wide and Rachel gave a shaky laugh. Emily didn’t understand why everyone seemed so astonished, but then it hit her. “Wait —  you live all the way on the other side of town, don’t you?”

“Yeah, about two and a half, maybe three miles from here,” Cassidy said.

It was all too much for Kim. “Oh, my God!” she gasped, slumping back against the front of the small love seat behind her. What on earth was she to make of all this? Her six-year-old child had special powers! Kim started to feel a bit dizzy and thought she might faint, but then she felt a pair of small arms draw into a tight embrace.

“It’s okay, Mommy. I’m okay,” Katie reassured her mother.

Kim looked deep into Katie’s eyes, then clutched her baby girl to her breast. She was on the verge of tears but also overcome with a powerful sense of pride and love. Then, just as they had a few minutes earlier when Emily needed it, the whole group came together, joining Kim and Katie in their shared embrace. Emily was first to join in, followed by Rachel. Cassidy and Deena exchanged a quick kiss and a knowing look before they too joined the group hug.

After they drifted apart, Rachel reached for her glass of wine, took a generous swallow, and surveyed the room. Kim was still holding Katie, gently rocking the little girl’s small body in her arms. Cassidy was arm in arm with Deena, the two lovebirds whispering back and forth and giggling, while Emily had excused herself to use the bathroom.

Rachel still had questions for Cassidy and Katie, but the group hug had stirred something in her. The loving six-way embrace had reawakened her arousal, which had been steadily simmering ever since her visit to the adult boutique and her encounter with Rikki. Now, she was barely able to contain her lust. The heat was rising inside, and Rachel knew that it needed to be released soon.

***

Part 2 – Exposure

On her way back from the bathroom, Emily took a quick detour through the kitchen to grab another soda from the refrigerator. She popped the top of the can and took a quick sip of the sugary contents, enjoying the feel of the bubbles as she swallowed the cool liquid.

As she was coming back into the living room, a huge clap of thunder exploded in the sky outside, causing the eight-year-old to start violently. In the process, Emily spilled a fair amount of cola down the front of her nightie.

“Oh, no!” Emily cried, looking down at the dark stain.

Rachel realized in an instant that her little girl’s favorite nightie would be ruined unless she acted quickly. Hastening over to Emily’s side, she said, “Raise your arms, sweetie.”

The girl obeyed and Rachel pulled the sodden garment up and off, leaving Emily in her panties. She then took the nightie to the laundry room just off the side of the kitchen, treated the stain and put it into the washing machine, along with the contents of the laundry hamper.

Making her way back to the living room, Rachel was greeted by an amazing sight. Emily was twirling around and giggling with Katie, who was also stripped down to her panties. The other women were watching the pair of little girls with bemused expressions, but Rachel could also see desire in their eyes.

“What’s going on here?” she asked, trying to appear more relaxed than she felt. My God, she mused to herself, It’s really happening. 

“Hi, Auntie Rachel,” Katie cooed. “I didn’t want Emily to feel weird ‘cause she’s only got her underpants on, so I took my nightie off, too!” She seized her cousin by the waist, and the two little ones began to caper again.

As Rachel watched the girls, the heat she’d already been feeling inside grew even more intense. Glancing over at Deena and Cassidy, she saw that they, too, were eagerly watching the girls.

“Hmmm… I guess this pajama party is turning into more of an underwear affair.” Rachel said.

All eyes had turned to her as she spoke, so everybody was watching what Rachel did next. She quickly undid the tie on the front of her pajama pants and, with a small shimmy of her hips, let the garment slip to the floor. Her top was long enough that her modesty was still intact, but Rachel quickly unbuttoned it. Then, with one fluid motion she pulled the front of her pajamas open and shrugged the top from her shoulders. It fell to the floor, next to her already discarded bottoms.

There was an immediate intake of breath and a surprised gasp or two as the others saw what Rachel had selected to wear underneath. It had been a part of her plan all along to wow the group with her sexy lingerie, and their response was exactly what she’d hoped for.

Rachel was wearing what could only be described as “next to nothing.” Her bra was little more than two tiny triangles held together by thin silken strips that were tied around her neck and back, much like a bikini top. Her nipples were plainly visible through the sheer, black fabric. The thong panties, much like her bra, were more of a suggestion than a real piece of clothing, a single wedge of the same silky material barely covering her most intimate area.

Rachel did a quick turn to let the others see the thin floss-like back of her panties, drawing a round of audible gasps as they saw just how much of her curvy ass was exposed.

“Oh, my God!” Kim exclaimed out loud, the heat inside her own body starting to rise. She’d only just begun to think of her sister as a sexual being, so seeing Rachel dressed in something so provocative was still a delicious surprise. She felt a flutter in her belly and a small twinge of warmth between her thighs, causing her to jump up onto her knees from where she’d been sitting on the floor. Her hands were restless, charged with the need to reach out for her sister, to caress that beautiful body.

“So, do you like what you see?” Rachel asked the room, though it was easy enough to tell that they did. She made eye contact with Deena who swallowed hard, then said, “Absolutely gorgeous.”

Rachel then turned to Emily and Katie, openly displaying her body to the girls. “How about you two? What do you think?”

Katie was at a loss for words. When her mind was connected to Cassidy’s, she’d been able to feel the strong emotions of lust emanating from her aunt and the other women, but now she could feel those same feelings welling up inside herself. It wasn’t a feeling she was used to, so it was a little scary, but also exciting, and Katie couldn’t help but giggle.

Emily, on the other hand, had been struggling with strange, unexpected thoughts about her mother and aunt ever since she’d seen them having sex with Cassidy and Deena. At that moment, the eight-year-old did the only thing she could. Hurrying over to wrap both arms around Rachel’s waist, Emily buried her face in the soft warmth of her mother’s tummy.

Rachel was already extremely aroused, but when she felt Emily’s nearly-bare, little body pressing into hers, the effect was electrifying. Jesus Chist, she thought, I’m about to leave a huge wet spot on these panties. She looked down to see Emily gazing up at her with adoring eyes. “You’re so pretty, Mommy,” Emily whispered.

A sudden urge to make love to her little girl right then and there came on so strongly that it nearly stole Rachel’s breath away. Kneeling down and hugging her daughter tightly, she murmured, “Not as pretty as you, my love.”

After a long, lovely moment, Rachel and Emily broke their hug and exchanged huge smiles, then turned to look back at the others. “Okay,” Rachel said, rising to her feet, putting herself on display again, “who’s next?”

The three women all looked at each other with sheepish grins. The original plan had been for the four of them to gradually get naked as the evening progressed, in a manner that would seem naturally playful, so as not to scare the girls off. But now, after Emily’s fortunate accident, Katie’s willingness to join her cousin and Rachel’s bold reveal, it seemed as though the timetable the women had set the night before was accelerating more quickly than they had anticipated. Not that anyone minded.

Deena was about to suggest a round of Rock, Scissors, Paper to decide who would strip down next when Cassidy reached over and seized the hem of Deena’s t-shirt, pulling it up and over her head. Deena instinctively covered herself with her arms, but upon hearing Cassidy giggle, she immediately went on the counter-offensive.

Cassidy screamed with laughter as Deena’s hands found the waistband of the sleep shorts she was wearing and started to tug them past her hips and down her shapely legs, fighting back as best she could.

The two lovers continued their wrestling match as the others, the girls included, cheered them on and shouted words of encouragement. Deena, being the stronger of the two and having actual experience in hand-to-hand fighting, was easily able to dominate her lover, and in her enthusiasm ended up ripping the thin tank top that Cassidy was wearing off her body and tossing it to the corner of the room. With that, she jumped to her feet to claim victory, soaking up applause from the adoring crowd.

But while Deena was distracted, Cassidy quickly reached up and yanked down the pajama pants Deena was wearing, revealing lacy pink panties underneath. Deena could have stopped her, but chose to let Cassidy continue until those pajama bottoms ringed her ankles. Stepping out of the puddle of plaid fabric, Deena picked them up with her toes, then with a flick of her foot, sent them over to the corner to join Cassidy’s tank top. She then reached down to haul Cassidy up to her feet and into her arms. The two lovers exchanged a very passionate kiss while the sounds of more cheering filled their ears.

After they broke their kiss, Cassidy and Deena turned to face the others, putting themselves on display just like Rachel had, and for an equally appreciative audience. Cassidy was wearing a very simple yet incredibly sexy bra and panty set in a pale blue color. The bra pushed Cassidy’s breasts together and up, causing them to seem larger than their already impressive size. The front panel of her panties was snug enough to show a tight outline of her labia, the back covered her shapely ass while showing it off to superb effect.

Deena was wearing a matched set as well, the bra also cut to accentuate her breasts. These pieces were crafted from light pink silk and trimmed with lace. The cups of the bra and the front of the panties had an intricate brocade made from the same gossamer material.

“Absolutely gorgeous,” Rachel murmured, echoing what Deena had said only a few minutes earlier.

Deena then noticed that Katie was looking at her with an intensity she’d never seen the girl convey before. As she locked eyes with the child, an enticing thought formed in her mind. She might only be six years old, but that looks an awful lot like desire in those pretty eyes. For the first time in her life, Deena longed for Cassidy’s ability to know what someone else was feeling, if only for a moment, so that she could tell if her suspicion about Katie was real. Her heart began to thump wildly at the prospect.

Feeling giddy from the sexual energy in the air, Cassidy began to perform a series of dance moves and sexy poses. All the women, and especially the girls, were enraptured by the sight, and she made the most of their attention.

As she finished her dance with a graceful flourish, Cassidy noticed that Rachel was gently massaging herself through the front of her panties. Feeling mischievous, she mimicked the woman’s motions, then decided to take it one step further. Cassidy pressed her index finger into the divot of her camel toe, then rubbed up and down the length of her slit a few times, causing a small patch of wetness to form on the thin, silky material of her panties.

Slowly raising that finger to her lips, Cassidy sucked it into her mouth. She swirled it around a bit then removed it, now glistening with saliva, and pointed at Kim. “Your turn,” she said.

Kim quickly popped up to her feet. Watching the girls dance around in their panties, followed by the other ladies stripping down to their sexy underthings, had turned her on much more than she would’ve thought possible, and watching Cassidy tease herself had only stoked the fire she felt inside. Now, it was Kim’s turn to undress, and the prospect of doing so with everyone watching, especially Katie and Emily, excited her beyond belief.

Kim had only recently discovered that she was an exhibitionist at heart. She still wasn’t sure if that was Cassidy’s doing or something that had always been inside her, but either way she was eager to show her body off to this audience of beautiful, sexy, highly desirable women and little girls.

Slowly unbuttoning her top, Kim let the two sides hang limply over her breasts, then reached down to pull on one of the satin strands at her waist, undoing the small bow and letting the bottom half of her silk pajamas fall down around her ankles. She then turned her back to the group and, with her ankles crossed, bent over to reveal her thong. She reached back and grasped her smooth, milky-white buttocks, pulling the cheeks apart and pushing them together in a slow, steady rhythm.

“Holy fuck,” Cassidy whispered under her breath. The sight of Kim massaging her ass and the teardrop-shaped outline of her panty-covered vulva was too much. Cassidy felt the wet spot in her own panties growing.

Kim stood back up and turned around, letting her pajama top fall away in the process, then reached up and pinched her nipples through the thin satin of her bra, causing them to instantly harden. As her audience stared in awe, she massaged her breasts just like she had her ass, pressing the soft globes together and squeezing tightly.

Rachel, Deena and Cassidy were dazzled by the erotic display — not just because of what Kim was doing, but what she was wearing. The cut of her lingerie was revealing, but nothing too out of the ordinary. What caused it to stand out was that each cup of the bra and the front panel of the panties had at least a dozen small pearls sewn into their intricate design. Cassidy was sure that the set had been custom made, and was easily worth a few thousand dollars, at least.

Kim gazed hungrily at Cassidy and gave her a sexy wink. Then she crossed to where Katie was standing, the girl’s eyes wide, taking in the beautiful sight of her sexy mommy. Kim knelt in front of her daughter, cupping her breasts with her hands, before letting them slowly wander down her nearly-naked body. “What do you think, baby girl?” Kim asked, as her hands inched down even further, coming tantalizingly close to her pearl-encrusted treasure.

Katie, overwhelmed by all the new thoughts and feelings flooding her mind, leaned into her mother, wrapping both arms around the woman’s neck. Resting her cheek on Kim’s shoulder, she sighed, “Oh, Mommy.” It was all the little girl could manage.

On to Chapter Eleven!