Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Note from Jetboy: Merry Christmas, dear readers! Here’s a surprise Yuletide gift for you, one that’s been in the works for weeks — a brand new story from lesbian fiction legend Louisa May!

Her name may not mean much to you youngsters, but back in the day, Louisa May posted a series of burn-your-fingers-hot stories at the Nifty Archive (later appearing at Lesbian Lolita) that caused a sensation in our little erotic universe. Readers eagerly devoured her writings and clamored for more. Her many fans included all three founders of Juicy Secrets, your humble servant being one of them.

She posted her last story at Leslita in 2012, then tragically vanished from the world of lesbian erotica. Recently, however, Louisa May discovered Juicy Secrets, and was delighted to realize that her legacy was alive and thriving here. What a thrill it was to see the first comments she left!

She and I began to correspond, and it quickly became clear that she had more to say as an author. This amazing new story is living proof. Welcome back, Louisa May. We are honored to have you here, more than can be expressed in mere words.

Note from Louisa May: Hello, my dear, dear readers. I’ve missed you! After years and years away, filling my time on our strange planet with projects whose degrees of importance varied wildly — but busy, always busy… I hit a skid, a patch of Life’s Black Ice… and I came to the realization that if I didn’t take the Time for Myself — I may not have any left! Time, that is…

So… I went looking for my old Soul Companions: the lusty women, and girls, and readers, and characters. I couldn’t find them at the venues I’d frequented in the past: Lesbian Lolita, old Mr. Double (God help him), other places, other dark corner clubs…

And then I came upon Juicy Secrets. Oh my, there’s Cheryl! And JetBoy! Androgyne, Babykeiko…I saw my name in the archives, read some very nice comments — and responded! JetBoy answered. And has been a gem of an editor.

A few readers, Kim and Sue, graciously informed me of dear Cheryl’s recent passing. Oh, Cheryl. We first met through asstr.org; she’d just finished a story called “Little”, and wanted my opinion. Lovely. So hot, and just lovely. As she was.

Finally — I’ll leave this for those who may not know of it: my site on asstr.org. It’s 

https://www.asstr.org/files/Collections/leslita/www/authors/lll.html 

Under ‘Louisa May’, of course.

Have fun!

By Louisa May

I used to keep a diary when I was a girl. For a little over two years; from age nine or so, up until I was eleven. When everything became so very, very difficult for me; when my entire young life seemed just wrapped in turmoil, and I felt so bereft… and alone…

Up until that time, my life seemed the exact opposite: at first, just normal — much playing, much love, toys, games. Both of my parents were professionals, in government work, and spent a good amount of time either at work or at dinners, parties, ‘diplomatic affairs’… so I did spend a lot of time on my own. But I enjoyed it tremendously. I had a very active and fertile imagination, and so my lack of actual ‘friends’ did not seem a problem to me; in fact, I had many, many friends, even though they were, at least the vast majority of them, purely imaginary.

And in that bubble of imagination, I was the star. This was one of the reasons I loved this state of affairs so. I could boss, demand, decree every single one of my imaginary ‘friends’ — and they would acquiesce without a second thought. This contrasted drastically with the few times my mother wangled some kind of ‘play date’ (dreadful term) — and the new ‘friend’ (a real little girl) did not behave correctly, in my severe opinion, at all. Why, she had the nerve to say ‘no’ to me on several unfortunate occasions, which I felt was completely unacceptable. Needless to say, after a few unpleasant trial play dates I was left to enjoy myself… which was what I wanted anyway.

It was around this time that I decided to start writing a diary. It began, as I vaguely recall, with a comment from my mother at the breakfast table about some Queen or Princess or other having written her memoirs, and how it was all the talk of the town. Or country, or whatever. I queried her about the meaning of the word ‘memoir’, and upon learning that it was basically a written record of her life — I immediately determined that I, as one of the most Important Beings on this earth at present, should start writing a record of my own important life without delay. And so I rushed up to my room, got out one of the many girly blank notebooks I’d been gifted over my sparse years, and began writing.

I titled the world’s future treasure tome “My Memoirs” (I had to ask my mother how to spell it. Remember, I was only nine). And I began writing:

First entry: ‘Monday, October 25 — 6 days until my birth day. [I was serious about serious things, and my birthday was, in my mind, very much one of these — so I didn’t play around with exclamation points and smiley faces and the like. I left that to my imaginary friends, who had enough of that kind of enthusiasm for us all] I have desided that my mother is a witch. A very nice witch. But, I think she pretends to be other peple and then goes back to her mommy self. I need to find out how.

And my diary continued on in that fanciful yet serious vein for another year or so, alternating between little-girl curiosity, pomposity and utter fancy.

Until…

Until the day I was told I would be having a babysitter (the term was immediately changed to ‘sitter’ after my highly indignant rejection of the first). Up until then, my mother had employed a ‘housekeeper’, another malleable term, who’d had her own room, and among whose many tasks included, yes, babysitter. That woman had found other employment, and, as my parents now decided to scale down a bit, they hired a young woman, a nineteen-year-old daughter of friends from the ‘Club’, as my part-time babysitter. I was a bit older, my parents were staying in a bit more often (maybe 2-3 times a week instead of one), so Marcia was hired. Marcia Dalloway.

Sunday, June 2 — I have been given a sitter. Or as SHE calls it — a BABYsitter — but I will not have that. Her name is Marcia and my mother says she is the youngest girl of a good frend of theres. Marcia is nice I guess. She wants to read alot but I don’t want her to. So I jump on her and kiss her and pretend she is my very frendly pony. I think shes kind of scared of me. Good! She shoud be!

As the weeks went by, I came to have a very distinct and peculiar relationship to my new ‘sitter’. Marcia was, indeed, somewhat intimidated by me, as I was a handful. Not in the bratty, obstreperous fashion of common young charges, mind you. Instead, I was unusually imaginative, and whereas she had expected to sit comfortably and read while I occupied myself, instead she found herself recruited as an active participant into whatever world I wanted to explore at the moment.

I must admit to myself that, at ten years old, I was intensely curious about sex and womanhood and all its fascinating ins and outs. I was an inveterate ‘peeker’. I loved to spy on whatever struck my fancy, and my fancy was piqued indeed, when, weeks before, I’d been creeping around the bedrooms, and had come upon my mother’s slightly open door one morning.

My father, as usual, had gone off to work, and my mother was, I thought, getting ready to go out. I crept, as was my preferred mode of movement at the time, towards their room, and was intrigued to hear soft cries, sighs… Hmm. Investigation time. I moved to kneel by her open door… and saw my mother, naked on the bed, with a strange object between her legs, which she was pushing into her nonny. That’s what I was told to call it then, God knows why. But there she was, moaning and snuffling, tunneling this thing in and out of her. It looked painful, but fun at the same time. I determined to find out more.

And I did, though not why she was doing what she was doing. That afternoon, I raided my mother’s bedside table, and found not only the very strange object (a toy rocket? In your nonny??), but also a vial of tablets called ‘Addyi’, which purported to ‘treat low sexual desire disorder’. Hmm. So, if you took these, it would make you… what, high sexual desire? Disorder? I really didn’t know. But I thought, better steal some, just in case. Which I did.

Now, as I said, Marcia was a bit intimidated. But not just by me. What I instinctively intuited, at ten, was her compulsive desire to please. Marcia was a girl, a woman, who had very little sense of self worth, I now think, and though she was quite attractive — blond hair parted in the middle to her shoulders; large, wide-set blue, stunned-looking eyes; high, fat cheeks; upturned nose, a bit wide; large lips that were pursed, and chapped, but always ready to smile; a cleft, small chin.

She had a rather large bust, but always seemed to be hunched over as if to hide it; and an unusually well-formed bottom, which she also hid by wearing saggy sweatpants and the like. All in all, and objectively — she was a very attractive young woman.

At ten, I was anything but objective. But I sensed something, some window. And I went for it.

The entry in my diary opens with: June 26 — Marcia gives me a Bath.

Now I, not my ten-year-old diary keeper, will give you the perverse run-down: after a few weeks of holding, and hugging, and kissing, and general constant contact — I wanted to see how far my sitter companion would go… so I thought, why not try what my mother tried — that Addyi stuff that I’d stolen? I was nothing if not willing to experiment. We’d taken to having hot cocoa before bath, so I just crumbled some of that Mom stuff into her cocoa. I thought, I’m a witch too, as I did it.

And I did notice, as the evening progressed, that Marcia had become a bit flushed, and a bit more… confused as to her own responses to my insistent intimacies. At one point, after a bout of playful wrestling on the couch, I found myself lying on top of her. “Marcia,” I panted, “your boobies are so big!” She immediately blushed. “Can I see them? Please?”

And my poor sitter was just at a loss.“Ohh, Sasha, no, I can’t…”

“Please?” And I actually put my little hands on them, over her sweatshirt. “I just want to see.”

Now, I haven’t said it before, but I was a beautiful child — huge eyes, dark and squirrel-like, an angelic face; long, black, lustrous hair; and a precocious little body. So I could imagine how, to someone with Marcia’s predilections, I might be quite the temptation.

And indeed, with the added medicinal boost, she relented. “Well… I guess it’s okay…” She was blushing madly, her blue eyes a bit wild. “But, Sasha, you can’t tell your mom and dad, okay? Right?”

“I know. Yes. Okay.” I had become quite solemn.

“Okay.” She took a deep breath. “Ohh-kay…” And she pulled herself up to the end of the couch. “Ready?” I nodded, smiling in anticipation. And she pulled her sweatshirt over her head and presented herself. Her breasts were indeed large, but so were her nipples, and the aureoles around them. As if the nipples and their holders had decided to just take over the breasts themselves. I gasped, and immediately grabbed them with both hands.

“No! No, Sasha, no…” But I would not take No for an answer, and continued to squeeze and knead those fascinatingly soft, fleshy orbs. Her hands caught my wrists, weakly, and held them as I continued to play with her boobies. “Ohh…” was all she could say.

Then I popped back up. “Bath time!” Something in me knew to strike while the Marcia-iron was hot, and I sensed that seeing me naked would even improve the situation. And I ran upstairs.

I had gotten naked, turned on the faucet, and was standing by the tub waiting when she came in. Her look was even wilder, and more confused. She’d put her sweatshirt back on, but was still quite flushed.

I stepped into the tub and stood naked. “Wash me!”

Marcia slowly sat on the stool by the tub. She picked up a washcloth, and began running the wet flannel lightly over my body.

I faced her and deliberately spread myself in front of her face. “You need to wash my nonny.” And I opened my little pussy lips to her. She gasped, then began to lather my thighs. I took her soapy hand in mine and brought it up to my open slit. “Here,” I said, and watched her blush and rub.

It felt very good, very good, to feel her rub at my pussy, my nonny — but I was after bigger game, so after a good few moments, I had a suggestion: “Now I do you!” And my poor Marcia looked at me, thunderstruck — cautious as a mouse, but also, awkwardly conscious of her own desire for little old me.

“Umm… no, Sasha, I can’t–”

“Ohh, come on, I want to! You washed me, so I get to wash you!” I put my big brown innocent eyes to very good use.

I watched her decide. She nodded her head. “Okay,” and again, she started to pull her sweatshirt over her head. And, again, she began, “and remember–”

“Don’t tell my parents, I know, I know…” I was too focused on her, on how, after throwing her sweatshirt to the floor, she pulled those awful sweatpants down. White panties! Just plain old white! How pathetic! I thought. Where is her sense of Style?

“Marcia,” I said, with just a hint of royalty, “we need to get you some nice underpants.”

She looked down sheepishly at her panties and actually blushed. Again. “I know. Sorry.”

I grinned. “So… take them off!” She gasped again, and did what she was told — took them off. And, oh, it was such a brilliant presentation — her sweet juvenile curly pubes, the pink slit beneath…

“Come on, get in,” I commanded — and she did, clumsily, her nakedness as much a hindrance to her as her embarrassment. She stood in the tub. The bathwater came to just below her knees. I looked up at her. She was biting her lower lip, and blushing from her face all the way down to her soft belly.

I had the washcloth. “So… should I wash you..here?” And I rubbed the cloth up and down her thigh. She shuddered. “Aaand… here?” I ran the washcloth upwards, to touch her closed thighs, brushing against her blond pubic hair. She gave a little yelp, and nodded. Then she slowly opened her legs to me. I ran the washcloth down between them.

“Okay… yeah, okay…” Marcia didn’t really know how to deal with this, I could tell even then, but was okay with me taking charge. At ten! But that’s just the little girl I was. I continued to move my hand around, the cloth rubbing against her pussy. I remembered what I’d seen my mother do that morning, so I started rubbing in, more insistently in.

And apparently, this was the way to go, as very soon, Marcia started to act very differently from her usual self — that is, she began to hum, and to moan, and to make the same kinds of noises I’d heard my mother make when I’d spied on her. I think I was doing a good job. And it made me feel good, too. I rubbed harder. “Ohhh, oh my God…” Marcia’s legs began to shake, and she fell, slowly, to kneel in the lukewarm water, and my hand went with her, still rubbing…

And soon, Marcia fell back into the water, away from my hand. She looked spent, shaken. She was panting. She looked up at me, as if she’d just done something awful. She was crying. “Oh, Sasha. I’m so sorry. I’m… I’m sorry..” And she broke down, crying even harder.

I splashed over, little wet, naked me, and hugged her. “Marcia, Marcia, Marcia… shhh… it’s okay… we were just having fun… right?” And she looked up at my angelic ten-year-old face and smiled bravely. “Yes, sweet girl… yes… it’s just… it was fun. Right? Sure.” She accepted my hug.

I thought, We’re okay. She’s pathetic… but we’re okay.

And I knew we were okay when, after our bath, and after our toweling off and ablutions, she came to tuck me into my bed. She was back in her old worn sweat suit, a bit damp. I was dressed only in my favorite Boden pink heart panties. I threw my covers off and patted the bed beside me. She sat, and leaned in to kiss me.

“Marcia.” It stopped her. She immediately blushed. Oh my God, if I only knew how well trained she already was! I slithered out of my fresh panties, and kicked them to the side. Then I spread my thighs. “Nonny wants you to kiss her goodnight, too.” I lifted my hips for emphasis.

She looked hungrily at my pink pudenda, then back up at me. “Sasha…” She said it like she knew it was futile, that she had to do what I wanted, but was begging me to somehow stop it from happening. I only looked at her.

So she lowered her head, and I opened my legs, and oh my… I had no idea what I might discover here, but it was super. I mean, yes, the feeling of her mouth, her breath, then her yearning tongue on my pussy — what an interesting feeling! Yes! But even more than that, what stirred me, what actually gave me a feeling that I could say was close to orgasmic– was how much I knew that this eating of my pussy, this abandonment of all to taste my girly bits, was an acknowledgement that yes, I was most definitely in charge here; that what I wanted was what mattered. I liked that.

***

Soon, in the next few days, and weeks, this status was affirmed. At one point, after we’d had a few glasses of wine (Marcia had subsequently dropped her taboo against allowing me to imbibe), while watching an episode of Animaniacs, I said, “Marcia — could you take off your clothes?”

She looked at me, puzzled. “What?”

“Take off your clothes.” I was lying on the couch in my jammies.

“What? Sasha… I’m not going to take off my clothes!” She looked at me, a bit scared. That’s what I wanted.

I innocently studied the ceiling. “We do stuff, you know… I just think you should take off your clothes.” And I looked at her.

“Sasha… people might see. They might come over…”

“Nobody ever comes over. And my parents won’t be back until late.”

She stood, and swallowed. “I… I just..okay..” And she started unbuttoning the sweater she was wearing. She’d also started blushing like crazy. “Umm..” She looked at me again, then whisked off her top. Such pretty boobs! She glanced at me again. I looked back at her, wide-eyed. She took a deep breath, then shuffled out of her sweatpants. After one last look, and a roll of her eyes, she peeled herself out of her panties. She now stood before me naked.

I looked at her and bit my lip. She started to sit down.

“Wait,” I said. She looked at me. “Can you get me some more of this?” I held out my glass. She huffed, then took it and headed for the kitchen. Oh, I just loved that she was walking naked around my house getting me stuff!

When she came back, she handed me the glass. “Okay?” And she sat on the other end of the couch.

I looked at her. She was naked. And I made her get naked! “Marcia…”

She looked at me and rolled her eyes. “What?”

I looked at her. God, I was such a devil. “Open your legs.”

Her eyes widened. “What?”

“Open up your legs. I want to see your nonny.”

That tell-tale blush blossomed all over her. “Ohh, Sasha…” I continued to stare at her, and eventually she let her knees fall open, and revealed her teen-aged bush; almost that of a full-fledged woman — and her face betrayed her lust. She was breathing heavily now, trying to pretend it was exasperation. But her full-body flush told. “What?”

I scrambled over to her. My ten-year-old jammy body was small before her own lush nudity. “I just wanted to… to taste you here.”

“Ohh… Sash…” She touched the top of my head. “Go ahead, baby…” And she opened herself even further.

I licked. Hmm. Salty. But different. A spicy kind of taste. I licked again. She moaned. I liked this. So I started licking, and licking, then sucking, like I’d seen her do to me, and soon my whole face got into the act, and she was pressing me into her, and I could feel her pulse, and hear her moan and moan…

And I thought, she is so silly. But I fell madly in love with her.

And we continued in this blissful state, kissing, hugging, alternately licking and being licked, and exploring our own newly discovered hearts’ desires, until:

August 10 — Marcia has left me, and gone away to college. And to make things even more weird — we are MOVING to LONDON ENGLAND. So I dont even know what to do now really.

And that was my last diary entry. And, as the girl said — I didn’t even know what to do then, really.

***

It was true, I did not know what to do. I hadn’t realized how very deeply I had fallen in love, until my love had gone. I had thought, in my own ten-year-old, self-centered mind, that my relationship with this ‘Marcia’ sitter person had been all my own doing — my desires, my choices, my inclinations… and, in retrospect, even if that was true — well, it didn’t matter. I was devastated. I missed her enormously. Massively. More than I could understand.

My parents chalked up my morose behavior to being the new kid once again. But I didn’t bounce back, as I usually had. They took me to plays, brought me to museums, even let me attend some of their parties. Nothing. I was bereft. I was even, after a year or so, sent to a therapist who, because I had no intention of revealing to anyone what my real issue was, resorted to what she said was a ‘hypnotic stress-relieving rest interval.” Which mainly consisted of a bunch of useless chatter, me waking up on her couch, then being sent home.

So. What was to be done? I resigned myself to misery. Perhaps if I killed myself, I would come back again as me and be able to relive what I’d lost. Hmm, I thought. Not a guarantee… 

It wasn’t until a week or so after I’d started therapy that I discovered something: while undressing for bed, I noticed — Wait… my Boden panties are inside out — and where’s the bow? Why — they’re backwards, too! Now how would that — And it came to me. The therapist! Dr. Finch! My ‘hypnotic stress-relieving rest intervals’! Ohh… now that’s interesting. I thought of how, before she would usher me to the couch, we’d have tea together. Yes. Very interesting indeed… And I felt myself immediately, if perhaps temporarily, lifted out of my slough of despair. Well… she didn’t know the little girl she was dealing with!

At my next appointment with the good doctor, I sat on the chair and accepted her offer of tea. As we talked (well, she talked, mostly), I studied her. She was, well, old. (At twelve, I hadn’t much basis for comparison; one was either young or old. And in my mind, old pretty much meant over… 30? 25?) But by old, I meant old — why, Dr. Finch had gray hair! Or at least, streaks of it, mostly along the tendrils around her ears, as the rest of it was held up in a schoolmarm bun. She wore glasses, too. But she had a very trim figure, and always dressed very properly, in fine dark suits: jacket, blouse and skirt.

I pretended to drink the tea I’d been offered, then waited for the moment when she would return to her desk to put her notes into a drawer, and then escort me to the couch. The moment she turned, I poured the tea into a potted fern next to me, then handed her the empty cup and followed her to the couch.

Dr. Finch sat behind me, speaking softly, lulling me into what she thought was an innocent sleep. And I let her believe that, eventually letting my eyes close… a light snoring. I even let a bit of drool roll down my chin. Presently, she said, “Sasha?” I heard her voice now, closer. “Sasha?” I continued to snore.

A rustling of her skirt, and then her voice came from right in front of me, a bit louder. “Sasha? Are you awake?” A hand on my skirted hip. I always came from school, and so was wearing my school uniform of skirt and blouse. The hand shook me. “Sasha?” Still I slept. Then… I felt the hem of my skirt being lifted, felt it being draped over my midsection. I felt the cool air of her office on my skin. Then, fingers on the skin of my belly, tucking into the waistband of my panties. It tickled, and I had to concentrate hard on being fully unconscious.

My panties were coming down, down my thighs, my legs; I felt her fumble a bit as my shoes caught. Then they were off. I was naked below my waist. And now hands slid under my calves, my knees, and began to lift my legs up, and outwards. I felt a warmth on my pussy; I let my eyes open just a crack… and it was her breath! Dr. Finch was gazing at my open pussy.

That was when I spoke. “I’m gonna tell on you.” My eyes were open. And the look she gave me behind those glasses… as if she’d just been told she was going to die right at that very moment.

She stumbled up, and back, staring at me. Her hands were up, flailing, as if to ward off a blow. “No, I just — I had to–” She bent to the floor to retrieve my panties, then stood looking down at me, pathetic, holding them in her hands.

I lay there, my bare pussy open to her. “You were doing stuff to me.” She shook her head, mouth hanging open. I nodded. “You took off my underpants, and you were gonna do stuff.”

“No…” She actually held my panties open for me as if to help me put them on. “Please, Sasha…”

I lifted my legs for her and let her slide the panties over my saddle shoes, then up to my thighs. I lifted my hips for her as she completed her task. Weakly, she brushed my skirt down. I watched her.

“Sasha, listen…” She actually paced. “Umm… I was just–”

“Take off your clothes.”

She stopped. “What?”

I looked at her. She had a hand on her pearls, worrying them. Her bun had come a bit undone. “I think you should do what I want you to do.”

She stood staring at me. Her mouth formed a small O.

Dr. Finch’s look reminded me of Marcia’s after our bath night, when I’d asked her to do the same thing. It gave me the same kind of tingly feeling. “I want you to take your clothes off.”

Dr. Finch’s face had flushed, and her eyes were wide, like a scared rabbit. She started nodding, shakily. “A-all right…” She removed her jacket, then unbuttoned her blouse. Her eyes stayed on mine. Each garment she carefully folded and placed on a chair behind her. She took off her ballet flats, then unzipped her skirt and slid out of it. She stood now in her bra and panties. “Please. Sasha.”

“I want to see your boobies. And everything else.”

She gave a pitiful moan, then reached back and undid her bra. Her breasts were small, but quite pointy. Very large dark circles around her nipples, which stuck out like little fingers. She stood for a moment, and I could see her dark eyes tearing up. Then, resigned, she tucked those fingers into the waistband of her panties, looking straight into my eyes. She took a deep breath and slid them down.

“Wait.”

Dr. Finch was startled, her panties at her knees.

“Stop.”

She looked puzzled.

“Leave them there. Stand up straight.” Because, I don’t know why, I just decided I wanted to see her, my eminent doctor, standing with her underpants at her knees, looking at me. It made my nonny feel so good and weird.

She was looking completely at a loss, with her panties hanging at her knees. She seemed so… helpless. So… Marcia.

“Okay, take them all the way off.” She did. “Now… come here.” Looking lost and rather terrified, Dr. Finch shuffled to the foot of my couch. Her bush was more furry and extensive than Marcia’s was. She tried to cover it with her hands. “No, take your hands away, I want to see.” She let her arms fall and stood, again resigned.

I looked up at her. “Okay, now I want to see inside. Sit here and open your legs.” I patted the couch. She took a breath, and I could see she was about to protest. I just raised my eyebrows. So she lowered herself, butt first, then turned and lifted her leg over so she was straddling the couch. Her vulva was open to me.

Leaning in, I touched a fingertip to the plump pussy lip hidden among the hair. She gasped. “Wow…” I murmured. Then I looked at her. “Now… I want you to take off my underpants and kiss my nonny until I say stop.” Her eyes widened. I grinned. “Wasn’t that what you were going to do anyway?”

Dr. Finch uttered a strangled little bark of a laugh. She leaned forward and, rather roughly I thought, pulled off my panties again. I spread my legs wide for her. She looked at me and shook her head, whispering, “Ohh, my God…” then lowered her head and started eating my pussy. It did feel tremendous, and made my pussy very happy. She was very slurpy, making all sorts of rude noises. I especially liked putting my hands on her old-lady hair bun and pressing her into me.

After that revelatory afternoon, we spent many months discovering ways to sexually satisfy each other. Well… to make me satisfied. Which, after a while, included making her satisfied. It was, I was discovering about myself, all about the power I felt over her. And, eventually, that seemed to transfer itself to her — pleasing me made her happy. And in return, I felt pleasure in giving her rewards. Which just sent her to the moon… 

Over the months… and years… I continued as her patient. My parents were quite happy, as I seemed to be growing less depressed. I told them, in so many tactful words, that I did indeed enjoy my time with Dr. Luna Finch, and considered her therapy quite helpful. Which I did, in a way.

We contrived so many ways to please ourselves, a good many of which involved role-playing, wherein, of course, I was the little girl, and she the older woman in authority. Which tickled us both, as we both knew who the real authority figure was — me. Hence, little Princess Sasha is brought before the Queen to be taught etiquette; poor little Sasha is caught shoplifting by a rough security guard; little Sasha, the budding gymnast, is given intimate lessons by her coach. Part of the fun was my peremptory direction of these scenes, especially if I felt she wasn’t performing well — then, well… she needed correction.

These luscious scenarios, and so many more, were brought to liquid life by Luna and me over a span of years; three, to be exact. And they were truly providential, in many ways. For by the natural end of this period — when I recognized my readiness for the next phase of my journey, and dear Luna had, in truth, begun to lose sexual interest in someone who was now exhibiting the traits of actual womanhood — I decided that I wanted to pursue the very same career on which she’d based her life: therapy. Sex therapy, in particular. I thought it was right up my street.

And here I had a ready-made mentor who was more than happy to show me the ropes, as it were, and to guide me. For we had, as the subsequent years progressed, become very good ‘friends’, as much as that common appellation could apply to me, and she was determined to see that I reached my goal.

Which I did, after quite a few more years: a Masters degree, internships, a PhD (Thesis: The Nature and Nurture of Child Sexuality), and clinical positions in various institutions. At twenty-nine, I was a full-fledged Sex Therapist, CST (certified). And quite successful at it. I took a job back in the states, then another. And ended up near where I’d lived as a child. I hung out my shingle and was pleased to get a very enthusiastic response. I had found my niche.

So on a mild morning in October, I was in my usual professional mode when I asked my assistant to give me the list of the day’s new patients. I sat at my desk and perused. Huh, I thought, a Marcia. My mind, almost unconsciously, made note of the name, and I looked her up. Marcia D. Plimpton.

Huh. Marcia D… no, it can’t be. I looked up at the ceiling. Marcia D. Marcia Dalloway. I am in the same area, though… I shook myself, looked back down at the register. No. No. Good lord, no. Then I went on to study the other names on the list.

But at 2:30 PM, after saying goodbye to my 1:00 patient, I heard a knock, said, “Come in,” and she entered. Marcia. The Marcia. She wore pink capris, a mint polo shirt, and a knitted V-neck sweater with a string of pearls around her neck. I sat, transfixed.

“Hi,” she said, modestly. She looked at me. “Umm, are you okay?”

I shook myself. She didn’t recognize me. “Yes, yes, I’m sorry.” I chuckled. “Long day, I apologize. Please,” and I gestured to the couch, “have a seat.”

Marcia smiled. “Thank you,” and sat. She looked at me again, still smiling. “I know,” she added, making herself comfortable. “Me, too. I have had a day.”

“Really.” I took a breath and put a strong-but-understanding smile on my face.

She blushed and pushed her blond hair off her brow. She was the same Marcia, just a little fuller, in face and body. But the same wide-set, stunned blue eyes, plump cheeks and full, chapped lips. “Yeah,” she sighed.

I tilted my head. “So… how can I help?”

She took a deep, calming breath… then another. “Oh, God… I don’t know.” She blushed again. Oh, Marcia, that same blush, from face to neck to…

“This is your safe place, Marcia.” Just saying her name. To her. My whole body vibrated. “Just say it.”

She nodded, looking at me hopefully. “Thank you. Yes. Well, I just… I’m a, I guess you would say, a soccer mom.” She laughed weakly. I didn’t. “So, umm… I have a daughter–”

“How old is she?”

“What? Oh, she’s… she’s eleven… and, umm, well–”

“You’re concerned because you feel attracted to her?”

Marcia’s eyes went wide. Her mouth opened. She tried to speak, but no words came.

I leaned forward. “Do you?”

Marcia took a shaky breath. “How… how did you know?”

I gazed steadily at her. “Hasn’t it happened before?”

Her eyes got even bigger. “Oh, my.” She began shaking her head back and forth. “How, how–”

“Do you know my name, Marcia? What’s my name?”

“What? I don’t — umm… Dr. Laval?

“Yes. And my first name?”

“I don’t, I don’t know–”

“There’s a card on the table in front of you. Pick it up. Read it to me.”

Marcia, confused, saw the card, picked it up and began to read. “Certified Sex Therapy Services, Dr. Sasha Lava–” Her head jerked up. Then she gasped, the card dropping to the floor. She covered her mouth, her eyes huge behind her hand. Finally, she shook her head. “No… it couldn’t — Sasha?”

I smiled, and nodded. “Hello, Marcia.”

She gasped again, and squeaked. “Oh!” She quickly stood, and held out her arms. “Sasha!” I rose, too, and came around my desk. We hugged.

She whispered as we embraced. “Sasha, oh my God, Sasha…”

I hummed affectionately.

She drew back and studied me. “Oh my God… look at you! You’re beautiful!”

I patted her shoulders. “You’re sweet.”

“No, you are!” She stepped back. “Like… movie-star beautiful.” She giggled, wiping a tear away.

“And you still look like you could play a whole soccer match with miles to spare.”

“Ohh…” Marcia waved away the compliment, then took a deep breath. “I’m so happy to see you.”

“Me, too, Marcia.” I took her arm. “I would love to catch up–”

“Oh, no, I know, it’s your work, it’s–”

“No, I just feel that maybe, if you want, we could have coffee? Just chat. Would you like that?”

Marcia grinned. “Yes, very much. Do you, umm–”

“Tell you what. Let my assistant out there know when is a good time for you, and we can meet. Okay?”

“Absolutely. And, umm, about the session–”

“Oh, don’t worry, we can talk about all that later. All right?”

She looked at me like a happy golden retriever. “Yes! Good!” She hugged me again. “Oh, Sasha…” Then one last confused-but-happy look and Marcia was out the door.

***

So we did make that date for coffee. And another. Then we met at her country club. We were on our second bottle of wine, and she’d begun telling me about her daughter Amy. Not about what she’d come to talk to me about at my office, but about Amy herself.

“She’s just so shy.” Marcia reached for the bottle and poured.

“Well, a lot of girls her age–”

“No, I mean, SHY. Like, she can hardly talk to people, she gets so shy.” She took a swig. “I just feel so bad for her, you know? She just gets, like, paralyzed. Around pretty much anyone. It’s almost like she’s autistic. Well, no, I’ve looked into that. But on the, um, specter, probably.”

“It’s spectrum. As in ‘on the spectrum.’”

“Right, right, the spectrum.” Sip.

I tapped my fingernail on the table. “Hmm. Well, has she ever seen anyone?”

“What, you mean… well, what do you mean?”

“I mean, a therapist?”

Marcia blew out her cheeks. “Umm… no?” She took another swig of wine. “Should she, do you think?”

“Well… I mean, it’s good to have someone to talk to. If she can’t talk to anyone else in her life. You know?”

“Yeah…” She put a hand on mine. “Could you talk to her? Do you think?”

I took a swallow from my own glass. “Well, Marcia, I do have a PhD in child psychology…”

Marcia clumsily hit my hand. “Get out! Really?” I nodded, moving my hand to my lap. “Well, then? Could you? See her, I mean?”

“I’ll have to check my schedule. But I’m sure we can arrange something.” I glanced at my watch. “And I also have to go, my friend.”

“Ohh!” Marcia made a sad face. “Ohh-kaay..” She got up to kiss me, stumbling a bit. She gave me a hug. “Hey!” Holding me out to look at me. “How about… you come over to my house? That would be so cool!”

“All right. When?”

“Umm…” She sat to think. “I know! Mark goes away on a business trip next… Friday? So, how ‘bout then?”

I nodded, smiling. “Sounds good. Call my assistant just to confirm it.”

She buzzed her lips. “Your assistant. Such a big boss lady!” She laughed. “Okay, I will.”

I patted her arm and headed toward the door. “Bye!”

Marcia waved. “See you soon!”

***

She’d had her hair done. It was now quite professionally blown to the sides, and her blond was now even more blond — streaks, tips, feathering, the works.

“Hi, hi, hi!” Marcia wore an aquatic-patterned tunic dress with a simple strand of cultured pearls. “Oh, you look so smart in your dark suit, so… Matrix.” She laughed nervously. “Come in, come in!”

I allowed myself to be ushered through the front door, which she closed behind us. “Well… this is it! Our humble little abode.” Which it was so obviously not. Humble, or little. The place was huge, reeking of high prosperity. “Can I get you something? Some wine? Or…?”

“No, thank you. I’m good.” I spied pictures on the wall. “Your family?”

She laughed. “Yeah, here we are…”

“Aaand… is this Amy here?”

Marcia took a breath. “Yes… yes, that’s Amy, that’s my daughter, yes–”

“She is adorable.”

Marcia laughed again, weakly. “Yes, she is, isn’t she… this was at our place up in New England.”

“How old is she in this one?”

“Amy? Ohh…” Marcia was clearly a bit uncomfortable. “Well, that was about two years ago, so… nine? I think?” She flashed a tight smile, gesturing to all the photos. “So many pictures, my gosh. I know. Silly.” She looked around. “Well, I guess I’ll… here is the living room,” gesturing to our left, “and the dining room, over here…” She was obviously quite nervous. Marcia walked briskly towards the back, and I followed her into a huge, gleaming white kitchen. She turned and smiled, ala Vanna White. She even made the gesture. “The kitchen…”

“Oh, you have a pool.” It shone in the sun, bright and capacious, through the large kitchen window.

“Yes, our pool.” She looked at it, then back at me. “It’s so nice to have that, you know?”

“Nice.” I looked around. “So… Mark, is it? Your husband.” Marcia nodded. “He isn’t here?”

“No, as I said, I think he had to fly out to, oh, where was it… Denver? I think? Anyway, yes, he’ll be gone all week, so… yes.”

“But Amy’s here.”

Marcia seemed to be apologetic and expectant at the same time. “Well, no, actually, Amy had a field trip for her soccer team. It was on our schedule, I just forgot. So… she won’t be back until late tomorrow. Sorry…”

I tilted my head. “You’re all alone here.”

Marcia grinned nervously. “I kind of am, yes…”

“Huh.” I leaned against the island in the middle of the kitchen. “I have a request.”

Marcia looked at me, curious. “Oh yes? What?”

“I want you to take off your dress.”

Her eyebrows rose. “What?”

I nodded. “Take off your dress.” I tilted my head. “And it’s not actually a request.”

She stared at me for a moment, then laughed. “Sasha… you are such a hoot. I thought–”

“I mean it, Marcia. Off.”

Now she looked shocked. She took a shaky breath. “Now, wait, Sasha, I can’t–”

“Do I really need to spell it out? Why you need to do what I tell you?”

She looked at me, shaking her head. “But… but Sasha, that was all so long–”

“I was ten.” A long moment of silence.

Marcia took another breath, deeper this time. “Yes… I know… but – but I’m a different person, Sasha. I’m a mother, and a wife… I’m a respected woman in the comm–”

“Ten. Years. Old.”

She looked at me, resigned. “Yes, I know, I… all right.” Her hands shook as they went to the tie at her neck. She undid the bow, then the buttons below. Slowly pulling the material outward, it slid down her shoulders, then fell to her feet.

“Kick it away.”

“It’s Diane Von–”

“Away!” Marcia hurriedly kicked the dress away from her. She stood in her pink bra and panties.

“Nice.” She blushed. I continued to stare at her until she reached behind her back to undo the bra. Her full breasts spilled out. Fuller than I remembered — but she still had those same large, pink nipples. And they were hard. She dropped the bra.

“Lose the sandals.”

She stepped out of them, then looked at me again. “Sasha, please…”

I lifted my chin. She sighed, then pulled her panties down and off. Now she stood before me, her eyes lowered, wearing nothing but her pearls. Her bush was dark blond and trimmed. Landscaped, I would say.

“Let’s go to the dining room.” I said. She looked up, eyes wide. “I’ll follow you.” Hesitantly, she shuffled out of the kitchen. Her creamy white backside was beautiful to watch as she walked in front of me.

The dining room’s main feature was a very long dark wood table covered by an embroidered cloth. At the moment there were just three chairs, all at the other end.

I patted the table. “Lean over, Marcia.”

She began shaking her head. “No, no, I… what are you going to do?”

“Marcia…”

She let out her breath in a huff, but then did as she was told. She carefully leaned over, resting her upper body on the end of the long table. Her hands hung down.

“Hands on the table, above your head.”

She did so. I put a hand on her bare bottom. It flinched. “You’ve always had such an amazing bottom…” I patted a cheek. “But you were always covering it up.” I circled her cheek with my palm. “Cesarean?”

She nodded, adding, “Yes,” in a small voice.

“Mmm-hmm… that’s how you keep this pretty butt so fresh and perky, huh…?” And I gave the cheek a mighty slap!

“Owww! Why’d you do–”

“You left me!”

“No, Sasha, no, no, I had to go to college and–”

SLAP!

“Owww, my God… Sasha! That really hurts!”

“You never even tried to contact me!”

Marcia was sniffling. She wriggled her bottom. “I’m… I know, but I just–”

SLAP!

“Auughh! No, please, Sasha, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” She was crying now. “Please…”

I rubbed her bottom. Hard. Then I trailed my finger down her crack. She tightened her cheeks.

“Let go.” She whimpered, then relented. I slid further until my finger was brushing her asshole. I leaned into her, and put my thumb in her face. “Suck on this, Marcia.”

She turned, looking confused. “Wh-what?”

“Get a lot of spit on it.” I poked her lip with my thumb tip. “The wetter you get it, the easier it’ll go in.”

Her eyes grew wide and she tried to look around at me. I pushed her head down.

“No, please, Sasha, don’t–” I forced my thumb between her lips. I felt her hold it for a moment, then she began to suck, coating it with saliva.

“Good girl..” I withdrew my newly lubed thumb, pressed it to her asshole and pushed. Tight. Corkscrewing. It started to sink in.

Marcia was bucking against me. “Noo! No, please! Oh my God…!” Then I pushed my thumb deep into her rectum. She made a weird, groaning sound. “Ugghh! Ohhgodohgod… uugggghh!” Her anus looked amazing, enveloping my thumb. She was gripping that tablecloth tightly.

I brought my fingers into play. I have large hands — and long fingers. Two of them slid into her nearby pussy. Which needed no lubrication. I leaned in to whisper into her ear. “Ohh, you are so wet! Aren’t you? Your pussy is dripping, Marcia! Isn’t it?”

She was bucking under me, crying and panting, nodding like an epileptic. “Yes! Yes!” I drove a third finger into her hot, oily pussy and started working them. My thumb, too, was now moving in and out.

Marcia was making a lot of noise now. Crying, groaning, squealing… I immediately pulled my hand away, making a slurping sound.

Oh, Marcia was a creamy mess down there. She gave a little squeak, then let out a shaky sigh. She looked around. I gave her bottom a light slap. “Meet me in the living room.” I leaned in. “No clothes.” I walked to the archway, and before I left, said, “And bring me a glass of ice water.”

Such a treat to lean back in the middle of Marcia’s very expensive couch and watch her walk in, cowed, slightly hunched, her treated blond hair all sweaty, naked but for socks and jewelry — bearing a glass of ice water. With a slice of lemon, no less. And a napkin. Such a well-bred girl.

She looked at me with huge eyes, hesitated, then put the glass down on the coffee table in front of me. She stood, then, unsure what to do next. Which was good. But then she moved to cover herself.

“Hands away,” I said, taking a refreshing sip. She let her hands fall and stood, her lower lip quivering. I put the glass down and took a breath. “Now… tell me about your daughter.”

Marcia’s mouth opened and she began shaking her head slowly. “Oh, I don’t, I don’t really think–”

“Marcia.”

Immediately she stopped. “Hm?”

“I am telling you… to talk about your daughter.” She was panting lightly, like a scared rabbit. “Tell me about the first time you found yourself looking at her in a sexual way.”

“Oh, well, I don’t know that–”

I clapped my hands together. And she jumped, with a small cry. “Stop this NOW,” I said, pointing a finger at her. “You answer me truthfully.” She cringed. “Yes?”

“Yes! Yes, I’m sorry, I… yes…”

I looked at her. Pathetic. She sniffled. I shook my head. “All right, Tell you what.” I pointed to a large armchair. “Bring that over here and set it in front of me.”

She looked puzzled, but knew by then to hop when I told her to, so she wrestled the heavy armchair over, then leaned on its back awaiting further instructions. Her breasts were squashed against the velour.

“Good. Now, come around and sit.” She did, perching primly on the edge. “Now lean back and put both legs over the arms, so you’re completely open to me.” She opened her mouth, then closed it and licked her chapped lips. Then she put one foot, then the other, over the arm rests. Her pussy was a bit red from its latest exercise, oozing a bit. I could smell her. Marcia was blushing from face to belly. She could barely look at me.

“Very good.” I leaned back. “Now. While you tell me about the first time you were sexually attracted to Amy, I want you to masturbate.” She groaned quietly. “Yes. Go.”

“Umm… well, I guess–”

“Play with yourself, Marcia. Masturbate. Start now, before you talk.”

She seemed to be shell-shocked. Slowly, she slid her right hand down her leg, gently placing it over her vulva. I nodded. She began to knead the lips of her wet pussy with her fingertips. She sighed.

“Now begin. And remember. Be absolutely truthful, Marcia. I will know. You know that.” She nodded, looking scared. Good.

“Well, umm… it was at our place up north, on the island, and… Amy and I were on the beach. And the thing is, it’s quite a private place, our island, so we do, umm, skinny dip quite a bit. You know, just… being naked on the beach. Feels very free, and just… well, umm, anyway, Mark was working, of course, so it was just Amy and me.” She took a long, shaky breath. I could tell that her masturbating was already affecting her memory of that day.

“Ohh, my…” She cleared her throat. “Anyway, it was just us, and we were down by the water, and I was sitting in my beach chair reading, just lazing, looking out at the water… watching Amy.” She must have hit an especially nice spot, for she arched her back slightly. “Mmmn…” She took a deeper breath. “Okay. Well, the thing is, Amy–”

“How old was she?”

“What? Oh… um, nine. She was nine. Yes… and she was, you know, building a sandcastle right in front of me, and digging this deep moat for it…” Marcia closed her eyes for a moment, and her fingers sank deeper between the folds of her pussy. “Mmm, and, she was naked… and I just… I just could not take my eyes off her body. Her bottom, oh my heavens… ohhh… ohhhh…”

She closed her eyes again, took a few quick, short breaths through her nose, then opened them again and looked at me. “God help me, every time she bent down to dig, her little butthole was just… right there, and I couldn’t… I mean, it felt so… wrong, but I was just so aroused, too. And I found my fingers wandering down to my, my pussy here… and just started touching, barely touching, with just the tip of my finger.”

I watched her pace those orgasmic rushes – letting the waves build, then subside. An accomplished little masturbator, my Marcia. “And when was the next time?”

She looked at me innocently. “Oh, I don’t think–”

“Marcia.”

She nodded, blushing deeply. “I know, I know, yes, I’m sorry.” She petted herself for comfort. “I was just… no, I know. Okay.” She began stroking herself again, more deeply this time. “It was… we were here, actually, watching TV upstairs in my room–”

“Just you and Amy?”

She nodded. “Yes, Mark was… somewhere. So, we were watching… oh, I don’t even remember, some Disney show or other, I should think… and I was lying on the bed, with a book, and watching the show a bit, and… well, all right… Amy had on her sleep outfit — and no matter what jammies I buy her, or nightgown… she just insists that she’s not going to wear anything but her t-shirt and panties. And that’s final!” Marcia giggled, then sighed plaintively. “Ohhh… so… uhh, there she was, lying in front of me on the bed, on her tummy. Her feet were in the air, you know, waving about like girls do… and her t-shirt was bunched up around her middle… Oh, I wanted to bury my face in her cute little bottom! Just… burrow, like a hedgehog! Ooh, ooh, mm, mmm…” She breathed deeply, and looked at me, anxious, but definitely on the brink.

“I can’t wait to meet her. Next.”

“No, there isn’t, that’s–”

“Marcia, what did I say?” She was close to tears. “Really.” I took a sip of ice water and watched her.

So much conflict going on in my little soccer-mom’s body! “Sasha, I… it’s just, so, so… I don’t like to think about it.”

“After this, you won’t.”

“But it’s…” She heaved a huge sigh, ran her index finger down her slit and shuddered. “Well, I… it was just recently, really, the beginning of the summer. And it was late, like eleven or something, and I’d had quite a few glasses of wine–”

“Let me guess. Mark was… out of town?”

She smiled weakly. “How’d you know?” Another finger met the first, and both began to squeeze her slick pussy lips, squeezing and sliding. “Anyway, umm, Amy was asleep. And see, she’s a very heavy sleeper, I mean, nothing can wake her up. It’s hard enough getting her up for school…” Deep sigh. She cleared her throat. “And, I looked in on her… the nightlight was on…” She looked at me, almost defiant by then. Her fingers moved faster. “Okay, I just couldn’t… I pulled down the sheets, and looked at her sleeping, like she always does, on her tummy… and I just, just took hold of her panties and pulled them down. Okay?” She was frigging faster. “And I looked at her beautiful, beautiful bottom, and I started rubbing myself, and I…”

She whispered urgently, “Ohh, ohh, ohhh, God, I’m coming, I’m coming n’ coming…! Oh, ohh, nnnnggg!” And her back arched up, lifting her bottom clear off the chair, as she frigged herself madly. The sound was wonderful, such a wickedly wet, lubricious noise in the midst of all this suburban opulence.

Marcia sat panting on the armchair. Her legs still hung limply over the arms.

I took a sip of water and put the glass down. “I want to meet your daughter.”

Her head came up, her eyes refocused. “Wh-when? I can bring her–”

“No, here. I’d like to meet her here. Monday evening, 5:00 PM.”

“Oh–kaay…” Marcia looked down at herself, smiled. “Could I go and clean up a little? Get some clothes on?” She began to raise her leg from the armrest.

“No. You’re fine right there.”

Her smile froze. “But–” At my steady gaze, she closed her mouth. Her leg remained on the armrest. Her juices oozed onto the chair’s cushion.

“I will meet her, have dinner with you both, then spend the night here.” I stood. “She will have a special session with me at my office on Tuesday at 2:00 PM. You will arrange things with her school. You will also come to the session.”

“Yes, I’ll bring her and wait for–”

“No. I’ll explain it all later, but you should know that I think it would be highly beneficial for you both if you were to view her session. Unseen by her, but there.”

“How would–”

“As I say, I’ll explain. Later.” She nodded dutifully. I kicked off my heels, unbuttoned my pants and pulled them off, showing Marcia my panties. “Boden. Remember?”

Marcia was looking at me, puzzled but nodding. “What are you doing?”

I peeled off the panties, then sat back down and spread my legs. “Come here. I need your pretty mouth down here.”

Her mouth was open, expectant. She swallowed. “Can I…?” She wanted to know the rules, to follow them exactly. Good girl…

“Yes, come around.” I gestured around the coffee table to pat the couch beside me. As she rose from the stained armchair, I turned on the couch and she came to sit on the edge. She looked down at me, at my unreadable face, and my open thighs. I smiled. “Come down here, Marcia. Nonny wants you to kiss her…”

She blushed fiercely, and gasped. I grinned. “How many times have you masturbated to that memory?”

“Oh, my God,” she murmured. She slowly shook her head as she lowered it. “You are… evil.” Her blue eyes gazed up as she opened her mouth to taste me. She licked. “Mmm… I don’t remember all this hair…” She licked again. “Oh, my God, you’re so gorgeous…” Then she opened her mouth and covered my vulva with it. I felt her tongue enter me and run lazily up and down. She sucked greedily at my labia.

“Mmm, you still do this wonderfully,” I murmured. I pulled her head into me while she noisily slurped and sucked. And I felt the delicious sensations build; my orgasm on its way. “Ohhhh, good girl, Marcia. Good girl…”

On to Part Two!

by Joe Dornish

I once went on an outing with the girl guides to a theme park. When we got there, we were split up into groups of four and set free to explore the place. At the end of the day when we all met up there was a fantastic melee of young girls, all high on adrenaline and sugar and desperate to share their day’s adventures with everyone. That’s what breakfast was like the morning after our sex party.

The day began when Mia and I both woke up in a naughty mood and decided some pre-breakfast sex was in order. I was perched on her face and she was nibbling my clit when the door opened and Mum stood there, completely naked. She watched us for a few seconds, then winked and blew me a kiss, leaving the door open as she left. I don’t think Mia even noticed. Some of the others passed by and paused in the doorway as we fucked, but by then I wasn’t really paying attention.

I had a lovely orgasm, then rolled Mia onto her back and buried my face between her legs, licking her until she came. Then we snuggled together, sharing kisses and words of love.

Our urges satisfied, Mia and I washed and dressed, then went down to breakfast. Everyone was there fully clothed except Mum, who was wearing nothing but her apron and fluffy white slippers while she cooked a full English breakfast. The smell of bacon was driving us mad as we sat down.

Nobody commented on the fact Mum was basically naked; why would they? That sort of relaxed attitude about nudity and sex was really beginning to appeal to me. I’d have loved to swap places with Mum right then, with me being the only naked person in the room. And she was enjoying being looked at, too. I could tell by the look on her face and the way she was flirting with all of us.

Everyone was in a great mood, especially Lilly and Evie, who were both buzzing after their lustful night with their mums. Lilly told us about how they began by explaining stuff, then the girls had sex while their mums masturbated each other, then Evie and Lilly got to watch the adults fuck. There was a lot to tell, but suffice to say that the four of them had a lot of sex together. A ‘little orgy’ Nicole called it.

I was surprised to hear that Henri and Lottie didn’t have sex again after they went to bed. Like Mia and me, they stayed up talking then fell asleep. I meant to ask them if they did anything after waking up, like we did, but never got around to it. Our mums couldn’t stop smiling at us and saying embarrassing things like ‘Ah, young love’.

When we’d eaten and cleared the breakfast things away, everyone drifted into the lounge, while Mum went upstairs to get dressed. Deciding to follow her, I caught my mother just before she got in the shower.

“Um, Mum.”

“Yes, sweetie?”

“What are we doing today? Hanging around here and then going to Kiki’s?”

She laughed. “Well, this makes a change. For once, I think I’m a step ahead of you.”

“Eh? I don’t follow.”

“You were about to ask me if there was any way you could spend more time with Mia today… and maybe even bring her to Kiki’s.”

I was absolutely blinkered. “How do you do that? You’re… you’re like some kind of sexy naked witch-lady who can read minds!”

“Ha! It’s called motherhood,” Mum said, then she kissed me. “I was certain that you’d want to spend more time with Mia today, sweetie… I’m just surprised you didn’t ask me sooner.” She gave a happy sigh. “I’d say that your party has been a complete and utter success. Henri and Lottie are getting on famously, and I’m head over heels for Evie. My God, that child has the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.” She stared into space for a moment, then returned to me with a quick shake of her head. “Anyway, I was thinking that it would be a great idea if we invited Nicole and her girls to spend the day with us at Kiki’s.”

“Really?” I gasped. “Oh, wow, that is a great idea! Um, so what did Kiki say?”

“Let me put it this way,”  Mum said, taking my hand. “She’s coming over about elevenish, then we’ll tell the others… but keep it to yourself until then, it’s meant to be a surprise.”

“Oh, Mummy, you’re amazing!” I threw my arms around Mum’s waist and kissed her, long and deep.

Her tongue danced with mine for a bit, then she put on a posh voice and said, “Oh… one does one’s best.”

“I promise I won’t say anything. Um, there was something else I wanted to ask, though.”

“Sure, sweetie. Can we talk while I shower?”

“Yeah, okay.”

We went into the bathroom and I sat on the toilet while she showered. She left the cubicle door open so we could talk, so I also got to watch Mum soap up her beautiful body. To tell the truth, I was thinking of getting undressed and joining her beneath the flowing water.

“So what did you want to ask me?”

“I’m curious about something. Y’know when you watched me fucking Mia, right before breakfast?” It still felt a bit weird, swearing in front of my mother.

“Uh-huh.” She was rubbing soap into her tits. It was incredibly distracting.

“I liked that.”

“Me watching you?”

“Yeah, but not just you… the others watched me, too.”

“So you like the idea of being looked at when you’re naked, or doing sexy things?”

“Wellll… I wouldn’t want boys to see me with my clothes off. Or men, either. Yuck!” I made a face.

Mum nodded thoughtfully. “Girls and women, though — you really like the idea of, of putting yourself on display for them, eh?”

“Uh-huh. This morning at breakfast, you were nearly naked and we were all dressed, and that got me so turned on I wanted to scream. I know it’s silly, ‘cause I’ve seen you in the nude loads of times, but something about today… I thought it was really, um, erotic? Is that the right word?”

“Yes, sweetie, erotic is exactly the right word.” Mum was washing between her legs, fingers fiddling with her pussy. By then, distracting had become a complete understatement. I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I wanted to be touching my mother down there.

Instead, I said, “I got all wet just imagining it was me there in the kitchen, wearing nothing but an apron, and everyone was watching while I made breakfast.”

“The apple never falls far from the tree,” she said, reaching for the shampoo bottle and squirting some into her hand. When she began to work the soap into her hair, Mum’s breasts were bouncing in a very nice way. I was really tempted to take off all my clothes and get in there with her.

“The apple… huh? What’s that mean?”

“It means that you’re just like me, Poppy. You know, I got a big thrill making breakfast naked. And if you feel the same, it means that you’re probably an exhibitionist. Well, so am I. Even now, you watching me shower makes me feel very excited.”

“Exhibitionist? Hmm, okay, got it. And Mum… I’m getting excited, too. You’re turning me on big time!”

“Thank you, sweetie,” Mum took the showerhead down from its holder and started rinsing the soap away. “We can talk more about this later, but I promise to look for ways that you can explore this side of your sexuality — but in a safe way. Better a good opportunity missed than a disaster embraced.”

“I think I understand. Is that like ‘better safe than sorry?”

“That’s it exactly. You’re such a clever girl.” I beamed at the praise from my mother. She replaced the showerhead, then paused, a glimmer of thought in her eyes. “Actually, sweetie… I just had a very interesting idea about how you can find out what it’s like to be an exhibitionist.” She gave me a wicked smile that had my heart racing. “Are you feeling adventurous, sweetie?”

Whatever Mum’s idea was, I had to run with it. Had to. “Yes, Mum… gosh, I’m excited already, and I don’t even know why!”

“Oh, you will, sweetheart,” she said, still wearing that smile. “You will.”

***

We hung around the house after breakfast, watching telly and relaxing. I couldn’t pay much attention to what was on the screen, though — too distracted thinking about Mum’s plan. I only had a rough notion of what she wanted me to do. She’d only given me enough details that I could make my own mind up whether to do it or not. As if I would ever tell her no!

Whatever risk there was, I felt safe taking it, because I trusted my mother completely. All I knew was that she was setting up something where I would be nude while everyone else was dressed. I didn’t even know when it was going to happen. “It might not even be today,” she told me with a wink.

Kiki arrived just after eleven, looking as glamourous as ever and smelling wonderful. She was wearing a short black pleated skirt with calf-length black spiked heel boots. On top, she had a thick knit grey woollen jumper with a big floppy collar. Her lovely blonde hair was down and tied back in a ponytail.

She breezed through the house greeting people, with kisses and hugs. It was the first time she’d met Nicole or her daughters, so the introductions and small talk took a while. I loved watching Kiki interact with people. She has an effortless charm that is impossible to resist, and within minutes she had the whole house captivated.

Once everyone had met, the adults had a cup of tea in the kitchen while we watched a Disney DVD on the telly, one that Lilly had picked out. I still couldn’t concentrate, though.

Half an hour or so later, the adults came into the living room. There was not much room to sit down, so Mum and Nicole each sat on an arm of the sofa, leaving Kiki standing.

“Erm… do you want to sit down, Kiki?” I asked, standing up.

Her smile made my heart race. “Thank you, sweet child, but I’m perfectly fine right here. I want to ask you all something.”

I sat back down and waited for Kiki to speak, fairly certain I knew what she was going to say. When the room fell silent, Kiki began in her lovely posh accent.

“Ladies, your mothers and I have been plotting over tea and cake, and we had a marvellous idea. Why don’t we all spend the day together at my house? We’ve got a pool, there’s a lovely lunch and dinner planned and if you like, you can stay over for the night. How does that sound?”

The room exploded into shouts of “Yes!” and “Brilliant!” Most of the girls had never been to Kiki’s house, but I’d told them all how amazing it was when we were chatting the night before. Evie and Lilly looked especially pleased, and gave each other a big hug at the news that they’d get to spend another whole day and night together. Those two were joined at the hip now and usually hand in hand. Even though they were only seven, just a look was enough to tell you that these little girls were deeply in love. It was the cutest thing ever.

Seeing them made me want to kiss Mia, so I reached across and surprised her with a quick peck. She kissed me back, giggling with delight. I was thrilled, too — I hadn’t expected Kiki to invite everyone to stay overnight, I figured that Nicole and her kids would just spend the day with us and that would be it.

When we finally settled down, Evie, as little kids do, said what was on her mind. “Mummy… is Kiki a special friend?”

Nicole looked at Kiki and smiled, then turned to her little girl, “Yes, angel. Kiki and Henri are special friends.”

Evie started clapping and bouncing in her seat. “Goody!”

Reaching out, Kiki placed a hand on Evie’s arm. “I’m looking forward to getting to know you better, my darling,” she said. “You are simply adorable.”

I was starting to understand that when adults say things, lots of times there’s more to it than their words made you think. A few weeks ago, I wouldn’t have thought anything of what Kiki just said to Evie. But right then, I knew what she really meant — that she wanted to fuck this beautiful little seven-year-old girl. I could feel my knickers getting wet all over again, just picturing it.

After a little more chatter, Kiki suggested we leave for her place so she could get an early start on lunch. We all got up to get our coats and stuff, then Mum said, “Erm, before we leave, there is one more thing I’d like to do.” She was looking at me.

Everyone paused, waiting to hear what Mum had to say. I was waiting, too. What was she up to?

“Poppy and I spoke about something earlier…” Mum began, grinning at me when she read the look on my face, knowing that I’d worked out what she wanted to do. My heart went straight into overdrive and I could feel my face getting hot.

Mum extended a hand to me. “Poppy, sweetie, come stand here next to me.”

Putting one foot in front of another, I slowly moved toward Mum until I was beside her, standing at the end of the room where everyone could see us. I felt embarrassed but really excited at the same time. Mum whispered to me, “Are you okay with this?” I gave a quick nod.

“Would you mind indulging us for a moment?” Mum said aloud to the whole room.

There were lots of confused looks, but everyone was keen to see what Mummy was about to do.

She turned back to me. “Now then, Poppy, why don’t you go ahead and take your clothes off for us, there’s a good girl.”

Kiki spoke up. “Whatever this is, Heather, let me just say that I approve of it.”

“So do I,” said Nicole.

Silence fell on the room as I began to undress. One by one, my pieces of clothing dropped to the floor. It was awkward at first, but I could tell that everyone really wanted to see me naked, and that made it a lot of fun. I’m stripping, I told myself. I’m stripping for a roomful of sexy lesbians. How hot is that?

Finally, I slowly worked my panties down, flipped them away with my foot and stood there naked while everyone had a good long look at me. I noticed Lilly reaching down for my damp knickers, picking them up and pressing them over her nose and mouth, then taking a long, deep breath. What a sight that was, my seven-year-old little sister smelling my pussy and loving it.

That really had me going, but I nearly came where I stood when Mum reached across and cupped my tittie, moving her hand around in circles to tease the nipple. “You know, I think they’ve grown a little,” she said to nobody in particular.

I didn’t know what to say, so I just kept quiet. I didn’t want to do anything that might make her stop.

“I think they’re lovely as they are,” said Nicole.

Kiki came over and ran her hand over my bum. “Me, I love this cute little bottom the best,”  she said. “It’s just scrumptious.”

For the next couple of minutes I stood quietly while the grownups checked out and discussed my body. They would fondle and caress me and say stuff like, ‘Ooh, touch her here,’ then I’d feel a hand exploring me. Nicole even stroked my pussy and remarked on how wet it was. The girls were watching this, some of them touching themselves, or each other. By then I was so wet that I could feel it oozing down my legs.

I was starting to wonder if we were about to start another big sex party right then and there instead of leaving for Kiki’s place, but then Mum stepped away and announced, “Right then, time to go. Poppy, you’ll be riding with me.”

Like I said, I’d already figured out Mum’s plan, but it still shocked me. “What, like this?”

Mum laughed. “Not quite like that, you’d better put your boots back on.”

Everyone else laughed too, but I found myself feeling a bit panicky. Was Mum really going to take me to Kiki’s completely naked? Okay, I’d told my mother that I liked the idea of being the only one naked around other women and girls, but I didn’t expect to be taking things this far, this soon.

On the other hand, I wasn’t going to let the others see me being scared. I put my ankle boots on, then stood by the door squeezing Mum’s hand.

Mum wasn’t fooled by the brave face I put on. Knowing how nervous I felt, she did her best to soothe me. “Poppy, I’ve got everything we need in the bag, and I’ll keep your coat to hand. If anything happens, just put it on quickly and do it up. It’s a bit cold out, but I’ve already warmed the car up for you. Henri and Lottie are going to let us know when the coast is clear, then you can go and get in the car. Okay?”

I was trembling inside, but managed a smile. “Okay.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m a little scared, yeah… but I trust you, Mum. And my pussy is wet — that’s a good sign, right?”

“Ha ha, yeah, it is a good sign.”

Everyone was gathered in the hallway listening to all this. Henri said, “Well, you’re making me wet, Poppy. God, you are so fucking sexy.” Then she gave me a deep, passionate kiss, fondling my bare bum while we embraced. When she finished, the others all offered words of encouragement.

Lilly looked a bit worried, though. “Are you really going out like that, with no clothes on?”

“Yup.”

“Why?”

It was Mum who answered. “Because it will give her a thrill, honey. You see, Poppy likes the idea of being naked in public… and this is a safe way for her to try it, with us here to help her.”

Lilly gave a firm nod. “Well, I want to help her. What can I do?”

“Um, well, you and Evie have a very important job. You have to carry Poppy’s coat, and ride in the back of the car with her. If something happens, you two help her get into her coat and covered up.”

“We can do that!” said Evie.

Lilly took my coat from Mum, then turned to Evie, “You want to be the one to hold it?”

“Let’s hold it together,” Evie said, gazing at my sister with adoring eyes.

They both took hold of the coat each and stood ready, suddenly aware that everyone was watching them.

“What?” asked Lilly.

Mum laughed. “Nothing, you two are just adorable, that’s all. Right, shall we go?”

Evie and Lilly stayed with me, as did Kiki, who had the keys to lock up. Nicole and Mum got into their cars and started them up while Henri and Lottie stood at the end of the drive to see if any of the neighbours were about. We’ve got a driveway for two cars, but Mum’s was out on the road. I’d have to walk thirty feet or so to get to the car, and it was cold outside!

When I saw Lottie waving at me that the coast was clear, I walked to the car. I was tempted to run but I didn’t want to fall over. Besides, I was enjoying it. Somehow, the excitement I felt drove my fears away as I strode confidently down the driveway, completely starkers but for my boots.

The cold was horrible, but other than that the short walk from my house to the car was utterly thrilling. The car was lovely and warm, and as we set off Lilly remembered the job Mum had given her. She said to me, “Are you okay?”

Feeling a sudden surge of love for my little sister, I gave her a brief but very hot tongue kiss, then turned to Evie and gave her one, too. Their little mouths were so sweet that I was tempted to make love to them both right there in the back seat, but I knew that wasn’t a good idea. Instead, I smiled and said, “Thank you both for your help. It was a lot easier, knowing you were there with me.” That wasn’t exactly true, but it made them happy so I figured it was okay.

The trip to Kiki’s only took ten minutes. Her driveway is hidden from the road, so I had no problem walking the few steps to the house. It was Mia and her family’s first time there, so Kiki and Henri took them on the same tour I got. By the time it ended in the pool room with the glass walls opening and closing, Nicole and the girls were just as gobsmacked as I was when I first saw it.

I’d got used to being naked by then, but loved the way everyone would look at me now and then. I’d spy someone glancing between my legs or staring at my boobies. I liked it, just the way I’d hoped. Being naked while everyone else was dressed made me feel warm, fuzzy and very aroused – so much that I was getting more and more interested in the others taking their clothes off!

As you can imagine, all the girls wanted to jump straight in the pool, but our mums made us wait until after we’d eaten. We went into the big main room, with Mia and me on one sofa and Henri and Lottie on the other. The adults were in the kitchen, sitting around the island while Kiki got lunch ready. I noticed that Mum had Evie on her lap, while Lilly nestled in Nicole’s lap. Both girls looked happy to be getting cuddles; they were probably being fondled, too.

Mia chatted for a bit, then we started kissing. Since I was still naked, that meant that Mia had easy access to me, and it wasn’t long before her hand slipped between my legs. I shifted to get more comfortable, noticing that Henri and Lottie were also kissing.

I sat back and relaxed while Mia kissed my neck, then my nipples while she was masturbating me. I got close to coming when she suddenly stopped.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

She glanced toward the kitchen. “Um… this is okay for us to do, isn’t it?”

“Of course it is. Watch…” Sitting up a bit, I shouted, “Hey, Mum? Is it okay if Mia and me fuck?”

Everyone burst out laughing, and Mia went bright red. “I can’t believe you said that!” she groaned, snatching up a throw pillow to cover her face.

It was Kiki who answered. “Poppy, darling… in this house, the answer to that question is always yes.”

More laughter, then Kiki continued. “Honestly, it’s okay. You girls can make love wherever and whenever you like. If you’d rather be alone, you can use one of the bedrooms, including my room. I’d be delighted to go to bed later and find my sheets perfumed with the scent of young girls’ pussies.” That got a few laughs, along with a cheer or two.

I regretted shouting out like that. Mia was clearly embarrassed, and I didn’t intend to upset her. She was fine, though – Kiki had picked up on those awkward feelings, and her softly spoken words were just what Mia needed to hear.

I was coming to love Kiki and Henri a whole heck of a lot. It was sisterly love, though, not romantic like what I felt with Mia. Well, when I say sisterly, I mean sisters that I have sex with, of course. Then again, maybe I did love them all in a romantic way, even Mum and Lilly… or was that mostly lust? It was a confusing mix of feelings… but all good ones, so I didn’t see it as much of a problem.

“I hate to be a party pooper, but lunch is ready… so fun and games will have to wait,” said Mum, and we got up and made our way to the dining table.

On to Chapter Thirteen!

Edited by Jacqueline Jillinghoff — an amazing job.

by Kinkys_sis

For a few weeks now I’d been noticing this girl. Okay, so I notice lots of girls, but this one had something that got me looking a bit more often.

Really, she was too young for me, because, I guessed—she was only ten or eleven. So why was I drawn to her? It wasn’t as if she was beautiful, although she was certainly pretty. Maybe it was that lovely black hair or those eyes? Yes, I loved her eyes. Then again, it could just be that she was Asian and I was discovering that I was getting a thing about non-white girls.

Of course, her shyness showed a mile away. She had friends, but they mostly seemed the quieter girls, nothing like the noisy bunch I hung out with.

Even Tess noticed. “Hey, Bee,” she said, “you perving on some little girl? I didn’t think you liked them that young?”

“Well, she’s kinda cute. Got any idea what her name is?”

“Course not. Why would I?”

After a few more days, I saw that she walked home after school unless it was pouring with rain. Then she took the bus. It was the same bus I would have taken if I could, but I hardly ever take the bus. I can’t afford it.

Then, guess what? The heavens opened on Thursday. I saw her standing waiting for the bus under a small umbrella. I watched the swish of her skirt as she climbed on, and I thought, God I hope she goes upstairs. It was my lucky day, She did, and I was right behind her.

I just got a brief glimpse of her panties before her hand came around and held her skirt close to her legs. Fuck!

I followed her towards the front. She seemed surprised when I sat down next to her. There were plenty of empty seats on the bus.

“You don’t mind if I sit with you?” I said. “I’ve seen you at school, so I thought I might keep you company.”

She looked confused and nervous, kinda at a loss for words. She just shook her head.

“My name’s Bee,” I said. What’s yours?”

For a second, I thought she was going to cry, but then she said, “I know who you are. Everyone does, because you’re the school hero.” She trailed off, sorta like she thought she’d said too much.

“You still didn’t tell me your name, though,” I said.

She mumbled something which I didn’t catch, then took a deep breath and repeated it so I could hear this time. “Evelyn, that’s my name.”

“Hey, that’s a nice name. I like that.”

Now she looked at me for the first time. “You do?” She paused to consider. “It’s odd though. Why are you bothering with me? I’m nobody and way below you in school.”

I didn’t want to frighten her, but clumsy me, I put my foot straight in it. “Coz I think you’re kinda cute, that’s why.”

I’ve heard that you can’t tell when Asians blush, but Evelyn was clearly blushing. Now she did look really nervous.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m only joking,” I told her.

I chatted on about any old nonsense. She hardly ever spoke but I could tell she was interested in most of what I said.

She interrupted me mid-sentence. “I have to get off at the next stop,” she said. Then she blurted out in a rush, “Thank you for talking to me. That was nice.” Then she hurried away. I saw her glance up as she walked away from the bus, so I gave her a wave. She sorta fluttered a hand in reply.

My own stop was only one after hers, so we lived pretty close to each other. I’d enjoyed talking to her, although she was painfully shy. I’d have to work on that.

***

I saw Evelyn across the playground. I knew she was pretending she wasn’t looking. I gave her a little wave, nothing too obvious, but I saw her smile before she turned to answer something one of her friends had said.

Later, I passed her in the hallway. “See you at four, if you like?” I said as I went by. I was rewarded with another little smile.

Yesterday, it had poured rain, but today couldn’t have been nicer, warm and sunny. It was a beautiful day.

She was waiting by the gate when I got there.

“Hey Evelyn,” I said. “You good?”

Another quick smile. “Yes, thank you, Bee. I was surprised when you asked to see me again, I really didn’t expect that.”

“You didn’t mind, did you?”

“Oh no, I’m glad that you did.”

“Shall we walk through the reserve? Do you know that way?”

“No, I didn’t know there was a way home through there, but I’d love to.”

The reserve was one of my favourite places, I often went running there and I knew nearly every nook and cranny. There were some heavily wooded places. Other parts were open and grassy. The whole reserve was crisscrossed with a network of footpaths.

I was delighted to see how enthralled Evelyn was. Even her shyness seemed to melt away. But then I saw she was getting agitated. She was clutching her bag tighter. Was it something I said?

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“I… I have to go,” she stammered out.

“Go? Go where?”

“No, not go somewhere, I mean that I have to… you know, go.”

I suddenly realised what she meant. “Oh, is that all? You want a pee.”

She stopped walking and pressed a hand at the front of her skirt. I could see that she was on the verge of tears. “Evelyn, it’s not a problem,” I said. “Look, just go behind that bush over there. There’s no one about, and I’ll keep an eye out for you.”

For a moment, she looked horrified, but then she scuttled off. Why do girls always face away from you when they pee? Don’t they realise it’s actually sexier to see from behind? Anyway, I could see her through the bottom of the bush. I saw her frantically drag her little white panties down and then do a squat.

My eyes were glued on the most lovely little ass. I could even see her little hole winking at me. Then she peed. OMG, she must have been desperate. It gushed out with a massive force. It seemed to go on forever.

I saw her hesitate when she’d finished. Of course, there wasn’t any paper. I walked around the bush and passed her a hanky. “Here, use this.”

She took it from my hand but waited. “Oh, okay, sorry,” I said. Then I turned away.

She came back alongside me, holding the hanky. “What shall I do with this? It’s a bit wet, I’m sorry.” I took it from her. “Careful, it’s got my… pee on it.”

“I know and it’s still warm, thank you.” Instantly, I realised that I shouldn’t have said that. It would only shock her.

But she just gave me a puzzled look, then shrugged.

We carried on along the path until we got to the river. “I often sit here,” I said, pointing up to the parapet. “Shall we sit for a bit?”

“But I can’t get up there,” Evelyn said.

“Not a problem,” I said. I grabbed her by her hips and lifted her up and plonked her down. I hadn’t planned for it to happen, but naturally, it put her knees up level with my eyes. I could see her panties.

She saw me looking. A hand dived to press her skirt, so I couldn’t see anymore. I heaved myself up and sat next to her.

She was looking about. “I’m glad you brought me this way. It’s really lovely,” she said. She turned and looked at me, “Are we friends? Not at school, I know that would be awkward for you, but I mean like now.”

“Oh, I hope so. I like being with you.”

She frowned. “But I don’t really understand why you’d want to be with me. I’m only a little kid.”

I took hold of her hand. “Don’t put yourself down, I like you and I enjoy being with you. Isn’t that answer enough?”

She glanced down at our hands. I was loving the feel of her slim fingers, and she didn’t pull away. Instead, she simply said, “I’m pleased you do.” Then she squeezed my fingers. “You’re nice. They said you were.”

“Oh I see, you’ve been talking about me.”

She looked embarrassed, but then she saw I was grinning. “Only a little. I wanted to know more about you, that’s all.”

“And what have you learned? All good, I hope?”

She was thinking how to answer me, I saw it was making her nervous again. “I s’pose.” she finally said.

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean? Somebody said something bad?”

“You know when you called me ‘cute’ — well, it’s sort of what they said. They said you liked girls.”

She was still holding my hand. “And yet you still came to meet me,” I said. “So it didn’t worry you, what they said?”

“Yes, it did worry me, but I still wanted to see you. I don’t really know why except I knew I liked you.” She hesitated for a moment, but then; “I know you were watching me pee but I had to go so badly I couldn’t stop you. And I know you like looking up my skirt.” She actually looked straight at me for a change.

“Even after all that, you’re still holding my hand.” I said.

“Yes I am. It feels nice.”

“So I guess I haven’t frightened you?” I asked.

“No, I’m not frightened, but I am nervous.”

I was surprised by how this was going. “So if I put my arm around your shoulder you wouldn’t freak out?”

“N… no, I wouldn’t.”

So I did just that, and then pulled her a little closer. Her head rested against me, and suddenly, everything felt wonderful.

We just sat there. I was content to be holding her — well, for now anyway. Then I realised, she ought to be getting home before her parents got worried. Reluctantly, I took my arm away and dropped back to the ground. I turned around and reached up for her, and she almost fell down into my arms. I fought my natural urge. It seemed like it might be easy, but I wanted to take my time. Even so, I leaned in and gave her just a quick peck on the lips.

Once again, I took hold of her hand. “Come on,” I said. Let’s get you home.”

A bit later she pointed to a house. “That’s where I live.”

“Evelyn, are you free tomorrow? Can you… would you like to come ‘round mine?”

A lovely smile lit up her face. “Oh Bee, I’d love to.” Then she really surprised me by reaching up and just brushing her lips on mine.

I got my wits back together. “Okay, so if I call for you at eleven, would that be okay?”

“Oh yes, that would be lovely.” Then she was gone, almost skipping up to her front door.

I walked the rest of the way home thinking about how she had almost kissed me. Shit, I felt good, and I could feel my knickers squelching, they were so wet. What had I let this girl do to me?

That night, I fucked my pussy hard. Pictures flickered through my mind the whole time — her little ass as she peed, her white panties, and the brief touch of her lips. I came harder than I had for ages.

***

I rang the doorbell, and there she was. Shit, she looked gorgeous, in a short, colourful button-up dress. Her smile melted my heart. Fuck, I was losing myself to this girl.

“Are you just going to stare at me, or should we go?”

I shook myself hard. “It’s just that you look so lovely in that dress,” I said. Sorry. Yes, let’s go.” She looked pleased with my comment. She reached for my hand, then fell into step beside me.

It didn’t take very long to get to my house. “It looks nice,” she said as we walked through the front garden.

She followed me inside. “Can I get you anything, a drink or something?” I said.

“No thank you, Bee, not just yet.” She was busy looking around. I stood behind her and rested my hands on her shoulders. She leaned back against me. “Are you going to kiss me now? I can tell it’s what you want, but I’ve never been kissed, Bee, and I’m a bit scared.”

I turned her around and lifted her face with a finger under her chin. “There’s no need to be scared. I would never do anything to upset you. Would you mind if I kissed you?”

She shook her head. but my lips were already on the way to hers. I drew her body close with one hand behind her back, the other still holding her chin. Then our lips met. Oh my God. I’ve kissed a load of girls and even a few older ladies, but I’d never felt like this. It wasn’t so much the kiss. She wasn’t kissing me back. It was just such a thrill having her in my arms.

I pulled away and looked into her eyes. “There. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

She looked down for a moment, clearly flustered, but then her eyes came back to mine. “It was… well, nice, but I told you I was hopeless. I’m sorry.”

Now I grinned. “Evelyn, it was lovely. You’re not hopeless at all. You just need to relax and try to actually kiss me. Shall we do it again?”

This time, her lips began to move. I had both of my arms around her, then I felt hers come around my waist, her little hands gripping me tightly. I kept firm control of myself and just enjoyed the kiss without putting too much passion into it.

I broke the kiss but only pulled back a tiny bit. Our nose-tips were still touching. “You okay?”

She smiled and nodded, then said, “Yes, I am. Was that better?”

“Oh, my lovely girl, that was wonderful. Thank you so much.”

“I can’t believe you’re thanking me, and I still don’t understand what you see in me.”

“Would you believe it’s nearly three weeks since I first noticed you? I knew straight away I wanted to know you, but I never dreamed that you’d be here in my arms. And now you are and I’m so happy.”

She often frowned, and she did again now. “Really? I didn’t think I’d ever let a girl kiss me, but I wanted you to. I don’t know why. It did frighten me when the others told me about you, but something still made me want to see you.”

“Well, I’m glad you did. Would you like to see my room, or maybe you’d prefer the garden?”

“I want to see your room, and I’m going to guess you want me to go up the stairs in front.”

I laughed. “Now, why would I do that?”

She grinned. “So you can see my panties again and look at my… my bum. It’s what you like.”

“And why do I get the impression that you don’t mind?”

“Well, I don’t really know why you want to do that, but I think it’s naughty and it’s fun but mostly, if it makes you happy, then I guess I am as well.”

“What, you want to make me happy?”

“More than you know, Bee, because you’ve already made me so happy.”

Then I got the best surprise so far. She actually lifted the back of her dress as she went up the stairs. This was getting interesting much quicker than I expected. I knew my knickers were getting wet and not just from looking at her bum. What she had said suggested so much more.

She stood looking around my room, mostly studying my posters. “I’ve never seen any of these singers. Who are they?”

“They were from my dad’s collection. They’re all fifties rock-and-roll singers. I don’t think you’d have ever heard of them, but it’s what I like.”

She walked over to my bed and put her hand on the pillow, “And this is where you sleep.” She bent down and smelled my pillow, “I can smell you. It’s lovely, Bee. Can I lie down?”

“Of course you can, make yourself at home.”

I watched her as she lay. Now she had become so beautiful to me. “Can I kiss you again please, Evelyn?”

“I don’t think you need to ask me anymore.”

I climbed onto the bed alongside her and pulled her into my arms, until, slowly, our lips came together. Her arms went around my neck. Now she really kissed me.

The kiss went on and on. My fingers caressed her ear and then her neck. I felt her shiver before she kissed me harder. This girl was learning fast.

She didn’t offer any protest when I began to unfasten the top buttons of her dress. I felt the bare flesh of her chest. I hadn’t intended to push things so quickly but she seemed happy to let me do as I wanted.

She didn’t break our kiss but her eyes flew open when my hand covered her nipple. Obviously, there were no breasts, just two tiny bumps, but her nipple instantly reacted to my touch. I felt it growing and stiffening.

Still, she stared into my eyes, her own fingers gripping my neck harder. I heard the little moan in her throat before her eyes closed again. Her kiss became more insistent, and I let my tongue tease her lips. She didn’t know what I wanted, but I continued to press, and she slowly opened her lips and let me push my tongue into her mouth. I was amazed at how tight she held me.

I began to unfasten more of her buttons, and still, there was no reaction other than that her tongue now mingled with mine. Without any conscious thought, my knee had pressed down, opening her legs until my thigh was over her pussy.

The front of my knickers was soaking wet, I could feel the squidgyness as I slid my pussy along her leg. My arousal took control and I began to rub faster. I pressed my other leg into her, and her eyes flew open again at the contact. I broke the kiss and watched her expression as I felt her hips begin to move.

Emotions showed on her face, maybe shock or wonder at what she was feeling. Her hips had gone still. I barely heard her whisper, “Are we having sex, Bee?”

“Yes, my love, we are but I’ll stop if you want.”

“Oh no, don’t stop.” Then she frowned again, “Bee, you said, ‘my love’?”

“Yes, I did and I meant it.”

She kept on looking at me but her hips started to move again, she was now rubbing herself on me, “Then you can sex me.” I almost giggled at her girlie expression but then I thought it was lovely.

“What are you feeling — anything good, Evie?”

“I don’t know what it is, but it’s so good, all sort of tingly and exciting in my pee purse.”

I’d never heard it called that before, but I thought it was adorable. “Can I make your pee purse feel even better? Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do. I love you, so why wouldn’t I?”

I moved myself down her body but I kept my eyes on hers, she lifted her head to watch me but she was smiling. Then my lips wrapped around a nipple. “Ooh Bee, that feels nice.”

At first, I sucked softly, marvelling that the nipple was harder and bigger than I expected. Her moans told me that it was a sensitive part of her body and that she loved what I was doing.

I lifted my head. “I love you so much, and I want to make you so happy.”

I pulled her dress down, exposing her arms. I tickled her belly button with my tongue. Still, I watched the wonderful expressions on her face. When I got the dress bunched down around her hips, she lifted her bum off the bed so I could get it all the way off. I hooked my fingers into the elastic of her panties as I went and pulled them off, too.

Then I knelt over her and looked, holding her clothes in my lap. She was more beautiful than I dreamed when I was peeking up her skirt or spying on her when she peed. That all felt like pathetic baby games now that she was lying naked. She looked so smooth and slender and gold-coloured all over.

The hungry way I was looking at her made her nervous again. She put a hand over her pussy, suddenly shy.

“No, love,” I said. I moved her arm away.

I tossed her clothes to the floor and got down between her legs. My face was an inch from her beautiful hairless mound. Her eyes opened wider. “Bee, what…” but she trailed off when my tongue licked her slit, those lovely tight lips.

A long hard lick, and then I dipped my tongue, pushing into her, between her little lips. I heard her strangled voice: “Oh my God, that’s so good.”

She suddenly screamed out, “Bee!” when my tongue found her little clit. Her hips surged up to meet me as I sucked her. She gave an “ooh” as I flicked it with my tongue.

I was very careful with my fingers when I gently pushed inside her. My mind was in a whirl. How I wanted this girl! But, somehow, I stayed in control.

So gently, I fucked her pussy and sucked her clit, I felt her body responding as she lifted to meet me.

I kept up a steady rhythm. Somehow, I knew she didn’t know what was happening to her and I so wanted to make it special, something she would always remember in a good way.

Her back was arching and I felt her vagina clamping on my fingers, and again, she called my name. I knew my baby was about to come. She hadn’t told me, so I didn’t know if she’d ever come before.

Her body went mad, writhing, bucking, banging into my sucking lips until she stopped moving, coiled like a spring waiting for release. I sucked and tongued her clit while my fingers caressed her inside her pussy. Then the shaking began. My baby was coming. Her mound banged me so hard it bruised my lip. But I didn’t care… I was too happy.

Then the splash hit me. This was something new to me. I’d never known it before. I lowered my mouth, taking her in, tasting the wonders of my love.

She dropped to the bed and I followed, my head lying between her legs. Never had I felt so worn out just trying to please someone. The wonderful smell from her sex filled my senses. Then I worried, had I pleased her or had I frightened her? Oh God, I hoped I hadn’t.

I lay and watched her as she panted for breath. Then her eyes opened and she looked at me. “What was that, Bee? I never felt anything like that before.”

“But did you like it, my sweet, or are you cross with me?”

She stared at me, then she spoke, “Bee, I never swore in my life. Can I now? I so fucking loved every second of it. I didn’t know such wonderful feelings existed. What you just did to me… it was so fucking wonderful.”

I felt the tear trickle down my cheek. Her hand reached to stop it.

“Bee, what’s wrong?”

“Oh, my love, absolutely nothing.”

We cuddled for an age. There was no need to speak. Our love was enough.

Finally, she whispered, “Bee, am I your girlfriend? Do you want me to be your girlfriend?”

I sat up, resting on an elbow and looked down at my little dream, “Evelyn, I love you so much, if you want to be my girlfriend. You’d make me so happy and I don’t just mean here. I mean at school too, I don’t care who knows.”

“You really mean that, don’t you?”

“More than you can possibly imagine, my darling Evelyn.”

On to Part Two!

Author’s note: A little context might be necessary for part 3.

It features cameo appearances by two characters from a previous series of mine that suffered a tragedy in the final part of that story. This chapter deals with the aftermath of that tragedy.

It’s not as depressing as it sounds.

No, really, it isn’t…

***

by BlueJean

The church fête was held on the village green once a year and drew people from far and wide. Traditionally the fête had been a way to raise funds for church repairs, but these days it was more about community, people showcasing their various skills and selling homemade goods.

I wasn’t all that concerned about the community part. I’m not exactly a people person. But it was a good way to sell some of our honey and other apiary products.

I had a little stall set up on the green, and the girls were enjoying playing at being shopkeepers. Freya used the calculator on her tablet to work out the cost and change, and Millie put each item into a paper bag and handed it to the customer.

Even Bee got in on the action. The puppy had her soft bed down by the side of the stall, and spent the day making lots of new friends as people made a fuss of her and gave her treats.

Other people from the village and the surrounding area were selling their own products. Fruit and vegetables, chutneys and preserves, lemonade, artisan bread, alcohol, knitted goods, pottery. There wasn’t much you couldn’t find here.

A couple of years back, a middle-aged couple from the neighboring county had set up a satanic stall, selling pentagram beer mats, Ouija boards and homemade 666 Cider. I thought it was absolutely hilarious, but the vicar didn’t agree. They weren’t invited back.

Sadie had a go at making damson jam this year, and we sold it for her on our stall alongside my honey. She had apologised profusely about masturbating during our Zoom call, and we’d both laughed about it afterward, but I couldn’t help feeling there was something different between us now. Something that couldn’t be put back in the box.

I could see the vicar moving towards my stall and groaned. He was a squat little man in his sixties, hair combed over his head in a futile attempt at hiding his baldness and beady little eyes that betrayed the lack of humour in his pretend smile. I didn’t like that he was a bit over friendly with little girls and boys either. I had no proof that he’d done anything wrong, but people had been talking for years.

“Hello, Georgia and Sadie!” he cried, his eyes on Freya and Millie, rather than my friend and me.

“Afternoon, vicar,” Sadie said pleasantly.

“Vicar,” I said, not so pleasantly.

“And hello, Freya and Molly!”

“I’m Millie,” Millie corrected him, looking a little offended.

“Millie, yes. And aren’t you both looking pretty today?”

Just you try it, you slimy little weasel, and I’ll rip your spleen out via your arsehole, is what I wanted to say, but instead opted for, “Say hello, girls.”

“Hello,” the girls chimed in unison.

“Ha ha!” the vicar chuckled. “Oh, thanks muchly for helping me organise again this year, Sadie. Your assistance was invaluable.”

“Always glad to help,” Sadie said, all smiles.

“And I hope to see you at church one day, Georgia. I haven’t given up on you yet!”

“Oh, I’m pagan through and through, vicar. There’s nothing I enjoy more than sacrificing a goat, or burning some poor soul in a wicker man.”

That cheap smile was wiped off the vicar’s face in an instant. He gave me a shocked look, then the smile was back. He waggled a finger at me. “Ah, I see! You’re having a joke with me. Haha! Very good, very good! God loves a sense of humour!”

“Yes, those biblical plagues and genocidal floods were a right side splitter,” I said, sarcastically.

“Ha ha! Well done! Well done!” the vicar chuckled as he slunk off to annoy someone else.

“Twat,” I said under my breath.

Sadie swatted my arm. “Don’t call him that, he’s a man of the cloth!” she said, a combination of shock and amusement on her face.

As the day wore on, I began to wish that the rest of the honey would hurry up and find a good home. It was getting hot, and I was becoming weary of the incessant chatter of people as they strolled about the village green. Freya, Millie and Bee were getting bored too, by the look of it.

I almost decided to call it a day when a lady and a young girl with blonde curly hair approached our stall.

“Heya,” I greeted them.

“Hi,” said the woman. “Did you make this honey?”

“Well, the bees made it, really, but I helped them put it into jars,” I replied, but the woman didn’t seem to find that funny. I don’t think I was shopkeeper material.

“Shall we take a jar, Peanut?” the woman said to the sombre looking girl beside her. The child, who looked to be about Freya’s age, nodded.

“We don’t have any jars of peanuts, just honey and some beeswax,” Millie said, helpfully.

“Shhh, Millie!” Freya hissed at her sister.

“What?” Millie said, confused.

“That’ll be £8 please,” I said.

Millie took one of the remaining jars of honey and popped it into a paper bag. The flimsy bags really weren’t much use, but Millie insisted that bagging up the jars was an extremely important part of the whole honey selling venture.

“That’ll be £8 please,” Freya said to the lady.

“Mummy already said that,” Millie reminded her sister.

“Shut up, Millie!” Freya said under her breath.

“Kids,” I said to the woman and rolled my eyes. She smiled and handed me a £10 note.

“Now I’ll just work out your change on my calculator,” Freya told her customer.

“It’s £2 change, you don’t need a calculator for that,” Millie said.

“Stop it, Millie! This is my job, not yours!”

“Stop arguing and give the lady her change, please,” I said, embarrassed.

Bee climbed out of her bed and jumped up on the blonde haired girl, wagging her tail.

“Down, Bee! Down!” I commanded the puppy, but she pretended she couldn’t hear me.

Millie walked round to the front of the stall and held a finger up. “Down, Bee. Good girl,” she said softly.

Bee sat down on the grass obediently.

The young girl knelt down and stroked the pup behind her ears. “She’s so cute,” she said in a quiet voice.

Millie knelt down too. “Her name’s Bumblebee, but we just call her Bee,” she told the girl proudly.

I pulled out a £2 coin from my bag of change and gave it to Freya, who handed it to the lady.

“Thank you,” the lady said and Freya went to give her the bagged up jar of honey.

“No, stop! That’s my job! Get away from it!” Millie shrieked, flapping her arms up and down, scrambling up to hand the honey to the lady.

“Well, give it to the customer then! You’re so embarrassing,” Freya said, hiding her face behind a hand.

I shook my head and smiled at the lady. “Are you local?” I asked her.

“No, we’re just down here for a break. We rented a little holiday cottage a couple of miles away,” she told me.

“Oh, that’s nice. It’s a beautiful part of the country, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it really is. It’s just what we needed.”

“Have you been to Habbernack Island yet?” Millie asked the girl, who shook her head. “It’s like this really tiny island on a pond, and there’s a boat that anyone can use to get there, and sometimes my sister and me camp there. Don’t we, Freya?”

“Uh… yeah,” Freya replied and stood on tiptoes to peer over the stall counter at the girl kneeling on the grass below. The newcomer glanced up at her and Freya darted back behind the stall, a mortified look on her face.

“You guys can go and show her the island, if her mum says it’s okay,” I said to the girls.

“Would you like that, Peanut?” the lady said to her daughter.

“Okay,” the girl replied, standing up.

“I’ll have a look round some of the other stalls until you get back, then.”

“Come on, Peanut! Follow me and Freya!” Millie said and marched off.

I gave Freya a gentle push. “Off you go, then.”

Freya didn’t seem thrilled about her new role as tour guide, but she reluctantly followed her sister and the blonde-haired girl. Bee tried to go with them, but I called her back to me and gave her one of her rawhide chews. I didn’t want her going near the pond, just in case the girls weren’t watching and she got into trouble in the water. Bee was still very young.

“I’m Georgia, by the way,” I told the lady and held out a hand.

“Sarah,” she replied and shook it.

***

I wasn’t sure about this girl called Peanut.

For a start, she had just about the silliest name I’d ever heard. Who would call their kid Peanut?

Second, she was very quiet and I hadn’t seen her smile even once. That was a bit suspicious. There was this one boy at school who never spoke to anyone and didn’t laugh or smile much and one day we found out that he’d been stealing cheese from some of the other kids’ lunch boxes. Just cheese, nothing else. Weird, right?

I’m not saying Peanut stole cheese, she probably didn’t, but I was definitely keeping an eye on her.

As we left the village green, we saw Mr Dalliard walking in the opposite direction. He looked a bit smarter than usual, wearing a navy blue blazer on top of his usual shirt and tank top. I was surprised he didn’t melt in the heat with all those clothes on. He wore his flat cap too. I don’t think I had ever seen him without it. I wondered if he wore it in the bath and when he went to bed.

“Hello, Mr Dalliard!” Millie shouted as we walked over to him.

“‘Ow do, young’uns,” Mr Dalliard said and doffed his cap at us.

“Mr Dalliard, this is Peanut. We’re going to take her to visit Habbernack Island,” my sister told him.

“‘Ow do, nipper.” Mr Dalliard winked at Peanut.

“Pardon?” Peanut said, looking confused.

I translated for her. “Mr Dalliard says hello.”

“Oh. Hi.”

“Mr Dalliard is the oldest man in the world,” Millie told Peanut.

“He’s not,” I said to Peanut quietly so Mr Dalliard wouldn’t overhear us.

“He is,” my sister insisted.

“He’s not!”

“He is!”

“I is, young’un, ’tis true. I’s older than old, me,” Mr Dalliard told Peanut.

“Pardon?” Peanut said, looking more confused than ever.

“We better go, Mr Dalliard. Nice to see you,” I said, trying to end the conversation before it got too embarrassing.

“Aye, hop along then, littluns. Have fun,” Mr Dalliard said and we headed off in the direction of Habbernack Pond.

The pond was a nice spot to come and watch the ducks swim about. Usually at this time of day there would have been a few people walking their dogs or maybe sitting on the benches that had been carved into old tree trunks and varnished, but because of the fête, we had the whole place to ourselves.

To me and my sister, Habbernack Pond was a great ocean and the Island was our pirate fortress. There was a little jetty with a rowing boat tied up to it, and that was our pirate frigate The Millennium Falcon. Millie decided on the name. She loves Star Wars.

“Peanut? How old are you?” I asked as we walked down a hill towards the jetty.

“I’m nine,” Peanut replied.

Nine. Good. I was older than her, which meant I was in charge.

“Peanut? How come you’re called Peanut?” Millie asked.

“Um… I’m not, that’s just a nickname my mum uses sometimes.”

I knew her name wasn’t really Peanut. What? I did!

“What’s your real name, then? I said.

“Kerry.”

“I’m Millie and that’s Freya,” my sister said, pointing at herself, then me.

“Would you like to play pirates with us?” I asked Kerry. I still didn’t trust her and if she tried to boss me around I’d definitely fight her, but I’m nice so I was willing to give her a chance.

“Pirates? How do you play that?” Kerry asked.

I cleared my throat. “Well, usually we find some sticks to use as swords, then we fight each other until Millie surrenders and then I tie her up and put her on the pirate frigate and then we sail to Habbernack Island which is our pirate base and then…”

I wasn’t sure if I should tell her the rest because the pirate game had turned a bit rude lately and I didn’t want Kerry to tell her mum on us.

“And then we just mess about doing piratey stuff,” I finished.

“It’s really fun,” Millie told Kerry.

“Okay, I don’t mind,” Kerry agreed.

“Cool. I’m Freya the Fierce and Millie is One-Eyed Millie. Who do you want to be?”

Kerry shrugged. “I dunno. You think of a name.”

“Captain Peanut!” Millie squealed.

Perfect. “Is Captain Peanut okay, Kerry?”

“Yeah, I s’pose,” Kerry said but she didn’t sound too happy about it. Maybe she was just shy.

“Do you mind being our captive?” I asked her.

“No, I want to be the captive!” Millie said with her hand in the air. “You two capture me and drag me off to your pirate lair.”

Millie liked being the prisoner for some reason. I think she liked being tied up too but I’m not sure why.

My sister ran off to look for some good sticks that we could use as swords while me and Kerry just stood around and waited. I felt a bit awkward.

I took a quick peek at her from the corner of my eye and looked away fast when I saw she was peeking back at me. I tried not to look again but sometimes the harder you try not to do something, the more you end up doing it. I glanced at her and she peeked at me again.

“What?” I said.

“Huh?”

“Nothing.”

“Okay.”

I wished my sister would hurry up.

“Do… do you like pirates?” I asked her, not sure what else to say.

“They’re okay.”

“What do you like better?”

“Um…” Kerry said, thinking. “Dinosaurs, probably.”

“Oh, I quite like dinosaurs too.” I said. I wasn’t that keen on them, to be honest. “Wouldn’t it be awesome if a pirate rode on a dinosaur?”

Kerry looked at me like I’d gone completely mad and I suddenly wished I hadn’t said something so weird. “Yeah, I guess,” she said.

“I’m back!” Millie shouted, running towards us with three big sticks in her arms. Her feet got tangled, and she stumbled and fell. “Owies!” she squealed and looked up at us with a dopey grin on her face.

So embarrassing.

***

“She’s rather beautiful, isn’t she?” Sadie said to me as we watched this woman, Sarah, pottering around the stalls.

“Yes, very glamorous,” I agreed, handing over my last jar of honey to an elderly couple.

“Shall we seduce her?”

“No, we’re not seducing her. What’s wrong with you lately?” I said to my friend.

“I’m bored with my fingers, okay?” Sadie pouted, stamping her foot.

“You’re a school teacher, not a lesbian seductress.”

“Can’t I be both?”

“I suppose you can. Just not at the same time.”

We both laughed.

“What do you think her story is?” Sadie mused as we watched Sarah holding up one of Roy Sutton’s finely knitted cardigans. Roy was a whiz with a knitting needle and also the campiest man I’d ever met. He sometimes came round for tea and scones.

“I wouldn’t like to pry,” I told my nosy friend.

“Hmm… icy cold businesswoman with a young daughter who’s packed off to boarding school most of the time, but gets to spend a few days with her mother on holiday each year.”

“Wow. Way to give a complete stranger an unflattering backstory.”

“I’m only kidding, I’m sure she’s lovely.”

Yes. She was most certainly that.

I wondered why my libido was gravitating more towards other women of late. Perhaps it softened the guilt. Sleeping with other men still seemed like a betrayal of my late husband, but fooling around with other girls felt like a more acceptable proposition. More casual, less committed, perhaps? I wasn’t sure. But I got the feeling that Tony wouldn’t have minded me sleeping with other women.

He would have wanted you to move on, and you’re not moving on if you keep asking yourself what he would have wanted, some part of me told myself.

***

“Let me go, you ruffians!” One-Eyed Millie squealed as she lay tied up on the deck of the Millennium Falcon.

“Silence, cur!” I shouted and poked her with my foot.

Me and Captain Peanut were rowing towards Habbernack Island, our base of operations. Normally we would have unfurled the sails but we didn’t actually have any because… um… they burnt down in a previous battle and we were having trouble raising funds for new ones. Besides, we agreed that it was nice to get some exercise.

Captain Peanut wasn’t very good at rowing, to be honest. I had to explain to her that we were supposed to pull the oars at the same time or we’d just end up going round in circles. Sometimes she would miss the water completely.

But eventually we reached shore and tied our ship up to the little wooden post sticking out of the ground, so it wouldn’t float away. You usually drop the anchor on a ship this size but we couldn’t because… er… it fell off? Nightmare.

“On your feet, ye scurvy dog!” I ordered our prisoner and we marched her over to the willow tree that grew in the middle of the island. The canopy spilled down around us and it was almost like a tent inside, shading us from the sun and hiding us from prying eyes.

“Tie her to the tree, Captain Peanut,” I commanded. I was actually an admiral, so I outranked her.

“Okay,” Peanut said and tied our captive up to the trunk of the tree with the spare bit of rope that we kept in the ship. Captain Peanut was a woman of few words but her cruel and vicious reputation was known throughout the Caribbean. Probably.

I wondered if she could keep a secret though.

I decided to take a chance. If she told on us, I would have to shoot her in the back with my pistol and then bury her on the island.

“Captain Peanut, I think we should have our wicked way with the prisoner,” I declared.

“Huh?”

“Don’t you dare!” One-Eyed Millie wailed, trying her best to look horrified. She couldn’t quite hide a little grin, though.

I undid the button on Millie’s shorts and slowly pulled them down to see how Kerry would react.

Kerry stared at my sister’s white panties and then looked at me.

“Do you think we should pull her knickers down too, Captain?” I asked my second-in-command.

“Yeah, I think you should,” replied Kerry.

“You won’t tell, will you?” I asked her, just to make sure.

She shook her head. “No, I promise.”

Satisfied that our new playmate wouldn’t dob on us, I reached for the waistband of my sister’s panties and slowly pulled them down round her knees. Kerry was staring at Millie’s private bits.

“Watch this,” I said and rubbed my fingers all over Millie’s kitty, her lips parting as I slid a finger between them.

“You should lick her there,” Kerry said.

Wow, licking kitties was a lot ruder than anything me and Millie had tried. Maybe Mum was right when she said all girls were interested in this kind of thing.

“Lick it? I never did that before,” I told her.

“It tastes really nice.”

“You’ve licked someone’s kitty before? Whose?” I asked.

Kerry looked away. “Oh, just a friend,” was all she said.

“Shall I lick it, Millie?” I asked my sister.

“You can if you want, I don’t mind,” Millie replied with a giggle.

I knelt between my sister’s legs and gave her kitty a little lick. It did taste kind of nice, and I felt really naughty and sexy doing it too. I licked it again, for longer this time.

“Put your tongue between her pussy lips,” Kerry suggested.

“Okay,” I replied and pushed my tongue through Millie’s slit. That tasted even nicer.

“It feels funny,” Millie said, looking down at me with a big grin on her face.

“Do you want a go, Kerry?” I said.

Her eyes lit up. “Yes, please,” she said, quick as a flash.

“Is it okay if Kerry licks it, Millie?” I asked my sister. It was her kitty, after all.

“Mm-hmm,” Millie said, nodding.

Unlike me, Kerry didn’t hesitate. She just dived right in and began lapping away at my sister’s kitty.

“Oh, wow!” Millie gushed as Kerry’s tongue flickered back and forth over her slit.

“Does it feel good?” I asked my sister.

“Yeah. It’s like… it’s like… well, I dunno what it’s like actually, but it feels amazing.”

Kerry used her fingers to spread my sister’s lips apart. She pointed to a little bump at the top of Millie’s kitty. “Lick her there,” she said to me.

I licked right where she told me to, and Millie nearly jumped out of her skin, giving a surprised cry. “Shhh! someone might hear us,” I told her and went back to licking her little nub.

My sister was gazing down at me with this really dreamy look on her face and she kept pushing herself against my mouth. I could smell her kitty, and wondered if it was normal to like it.

“I think we should make our captive lick our pussies now,” Kerry said and loosened the rope a bit. “Can you kneel down please, Millie?” she asked my sister. I didn’t think pirates were that polite to their captives but I was too interested in the things we were doing to care.

Millie knelt down against the willow tree, then Kerry pulled her skirt and panties down and stepped out of them. I craned my neck to get a look at her kitty but tried not to make it look too obvious.

Kerry saw me though. She turned to me, pushed her hips out and spread her fanny open right in my face. “Is this what you want to see?” she said in a voice that was sort of mean but for some reason I didn’t mind. I had no idea this quiet girl could be so rude. It was awesome.

I stared at her kitty and noticed that she was really, really wet. She smelled even better than my sister.

“I’ll let you lick me later, but first you should take your shorts and panties off and then we can make your sister do it to us,” Kerry said.

I was the oldest so I really should have been in charge, but Kerry seemed to know what she was doing and she had some really cool ideas so I was happy to follow her lead. I wasn’t even sure we were still playing pirates anymore, to be honest.

I had a quick peek through the willow leaves just to make sure no one was on the other side of the pond, and then quickly pulled my shorts and knickers off.

“Do your worst, you salty sea dogs! I won’t ever talk!” Millie wailed and then Kerry pushed her kitty into my sister’s face.

“Lick my pussy,” our new friend said but Millie didn’t seem sure.

“Shall I?” my sister asked me.

“Yeah, go on. It tastes nice,” I said. I really wanted to see her do it.

Millie stuck her tongue out and gave Kerry’s kitty a little lick, then another, and then a third, longer one. “This is really rude,” she said, grinning.

“Lick it really fast, like I did to you,” Kerry said to my sister and Millie did her best to flick her tongue over Kerry’s kitty, putting a lot of effort into it.

I couldn’t help but stare at Kerry’s bare bum cheeks, which were clenching in and out as my sister licked her and there was a drowsy look on her face. “You can have a go now,” she said to me.

I didn’t think I needed her permission to put my kitty into my sister’s face, but I wasn’t going to say anything because I didn’t want to spoil the fun.

I bent my knees slightly, thrust my hips out and brought my kitty really close to my sister’s face. “Okay, Millie, do that to me now.”

I felt Millie’s tongue flicking over my kitty lips and it was just about the best thing ever. It was like being tickled with electric shocks, which doesn’t sound that awesome but it really was.

Kerry reached out and spread my kitty open. “See that little lump at the top, Millie? Lick her there.” And when she did, I understood why my sister had cried out like she did. It felt amazing, kind of like a nice stinging, tickling feeling that spread out through my whole kitty.

“My turn,” Kerry said and I nearly told her she would have to wait but I guess it was only fair that she had another go.

We went back and forth like that for a while, taking turns at having Millie lick us until my sister told us her tongue was getting tired.

“Shall I lick yours now, Kerry?” I asked our new friend.

“Let’s lick each other at the same time,” Kerry suggested.

“How?” I asked her.

“Okay, you lay down,” she said and I got on my back.

Kerry stood over me and I thought she was going to sit on my face but she put her legs on either side of my head so that her kitty and her bumhole were right in my face. I’d never seen a bumhole up that close before.

“You can start licking me now,” Kerry told me.

“What shall I do?” Millie said, kneeling down next to us.

“Will you lick my bumhole, Millie?” Kerry asked my sister.

“That’s dirty,” Millie said, screwing her face up.

“It’s not really,” Kerry said.

“I don’t want to lick your bumhole. Shall I just help Freya lick your kitty?”

“Okay then,” Kerry said and put her face between my legs. Soon I could feel her tongue on me.

If having my sister lick my kitty was nice, Kerry doing it to me was about ten times better. It felt like her tongue was everywhere at the same time when she licked and sucked on me. She even fingered me while she licked my little lump and I wondered why I’d never thought of doing both things at the same time. She was really good at sex. I wondered where she’d learnt all this naughty stuff from.

I stuck my tongue out and licked Kerry’s kitty, trying to copy what she was doing. Poking my tongue in and out of her hole was my favourite. It tasted really nice. I was a bit embarrassed that my nose kept touching her bumhole but she didn’t seem to mind and it didn’t smell bad. Millie knelt down next to me and had a little lick too. We kissed each other, which made us giggle, and then I went back to licking Kerry some more.

I started to get that feeling again, the one where I was building up to something but didn’t know quite what. It was almost like I wanted to have a big wee and explode all at once. Only this time, as Kerry sucked on my little bump, I kind of went over the edge and everything was like a white flash.

“Ahhhh!” I moaned without meaning to. I’d never felt anything like it.

“Keep licking, keep licking!” Kerry begged us, so me and my sister kept running our tongues all over her kitty, which was really wet now. I felt her go all tense and I think that was when the same thing that happened to me happened to her too.

I just lay there for a while with Kerry on top of me, amazed by what had just happened, and then she climbed off me. Her mouth was all wet from where she had been licking me. “We just did an orgasm together,” she said.

I knew what an orgasm was, some girls at school had told me about it, but I thought only older girls could have one.

“I’m gonna go look for fish,” Millie said, putting her shorts and knickers back on and stepping through the willow leaves.

Things didn’t seem as awkward between me and Kerry now that we’d done rude stuff together. We sat down against the willow tree, still naked from the waist down. I smiled at her but she didn’t smile back.

“Kerry?” I said.

“Yeah?”

“How come you hardly ever smile?”

Kerry looked down at her knees, then at me, then back at her knees again.

“You don’t have to tell me.”

“Something bad happened to me a while back,” she told me in a quiet voice.

I waited for her to continue.

“My best friend died,” she said and burst out crying.

I didn’t know what to do. I just sat there with my mouth open.

Then I remembered how Mum used to rub my back when I cried, so that’s what I did to Kerry. “It’s okay,” I told her softly.

“It’s not okay. I really want her back. I just want her back!” Kerry sobbed, tears streaming down her face.

“Shhh, shhh,” I said as I rubbed her back. I knew you were supposed to say ‘shhh’ too.

I felt really bad for her. So bad that I nearly started crying too.

When she calmed down a bit, I took hold of Kerry’s shoulders and gently pushed her down. “Lay back for a minute,” I told her.

“Why?” Kerry asked, rubbing tears from her eyes.

“It’s okay, trust me.”

I took my t-shirt off and then took Kerry’s off too, so we were both naked. I lay on top of her and started to rub my kitty on hers, up and down, up and down, the wetness from our licking and our orgasms making it feel really nice and slippy.

Kerry started crying again, but not so loud this time. Just a quiet sobbing, her eyes peering at me as tears ran down her face. She cupped my bottom and rubbed herself against me and I kissed her tenderly on the lips.

“Shhh,” I kept saying as I rubbed against her. “It’s going to be okay, Kerry. It’s going to be okay. Don’t cry.”

We rubbed and rubbed, sliding our sticky kitties together. Kerry wrapped her legs around me and we ground against each other harder, little squelchy noises coming from between our legs. We kissed each other like grownups kissed, our tongues touching, tasting one another.

We both orgasmed together again, not as big as last time but softer and nicer, like there was no rush for it to come out.

I wiped away a tear from Kerry’s cheek and she closed her eyes. I closed mine too and rested my head against her neck. “It’s going to be okay,” I whispered and we fell asleep together.

***

I’d collapsed my stall and packed everything into the boot and back seat of my yellow and black striped Volkswagen Beetle, then Sarah strolled over.

“Do you think the girls are all right? They’ve been gone awhile,” she said, looking a little concerned. Bee sniffed around her feet and wagged her tail and Sarah bent to tickle her under her chin.

“They’ll be fine, but I should have told them not to be too long. They tend to lose all track of time.”

“Are you going home now?” Sarah asked. It was early evening and most folks had departed; just a few stalls were still being packed away and loaded into vehicles. Sadie and a few other volunteers were helping the vicar clean up.

“Yeah. Listen, do you want to come back with me? The girls may have already gone home and if not, we can head over to the pond and pick them up,” I suggested.

“What if they come back here?”

“My friend Sadie is going to be here a while longer. If they come back, I’ll get her to send them home.”

“Okay, sure, as long as you think they’re all right.”

I lifted Bee up onto what little space was left on the back seat, closed the door, then opened the passenger side for Sarah. “You don’t need to worry, it’s safe around here. The girls are out running around all the time. Back in a sec,” I said and ran over to Sadie who was taking some signs down.

“Sarah’s coming back home with me to wait for the girls. If they turn up here, can you send them home?” I asked her.

“Sure will.”

“Thanks, see you later!”

“I’m jealous, but have fun!” Sadie trilled as I jogged back to the car.

“Oh, stop,” I said and rolled my eyes at her.

Sarah was sitting in the passenger seat as I climbed in the other side and turned the ignition, the engine sputtering into life. “I couldn’t imagine letting Kerry go out on her own where we live,” she told me.

“That’s why I left the city and moved out here with the girls. It’s a different way of life,” I said as she struggled to clip her seatbelt on. “Sorry, it’s always been a bit dodgy. You have to sort of do it at an angle and then push down hard.”

She was still struggling to clip it in as I drove along. “Can’t seem to get it.”

“Yeah, wiggle it about a bit, it usually clicks in.”

I pulled over and turned the engine off.

“Oh, you didn’t have to pull over, I would have got it eventually,” Sarah said, still fighting the stubborn seatbelt.

“We’re here,” I told her.

Sarah looked up and noticed our thatched cottage. “Oh. Right,” she said and we laughed together.

We left the car behind and strolled up the garden.

“Girls?” I shouted up at the treehouse but there was no answer.

“Wow, it’s so idyllic here,” Sarah remarked as she gazed out across the poppy field.

“Yeah, I love it. Our apiary is over there in the orchard,” I said, gesturing toward the hives.

“It makes my home look like a Russian gulag,” Sarah said as we made our way over to the cottage.

“Girls? Are you here?” I shouted up the stairs but only silence greeted us. “I guess they’re still over at the pond. Would you like a glass of wine before we head over there, or are you keen to pick Kerry up right away?”

“I could manage a glass of red wine, I think,” Sarah said.

“Oh, I don’t have red, I’m afraid, just rosé.”

“Rosé is fine.”

I fed Bee quickly, then grabbed a cold bottle of rosé from the fridge, along with two glasses. “Let’s sit outside,” I suggested and opened the french doors up so we could sit on the rattan couch and look out over the fields.

I wound the awning down to give us some shade, but it was stiff again. I reminded myself to spray some lubricant on it when I had a chance.

“Do you want a hand with that?” Sarah said and grabbed hold of the crank too.

“Thanks,” I told her.

I could smell her perfume, a subtle but pleasant bouquet that reminded me of my wildflower meadow. She glanced at me and smiled as we turned the crank, and suddenly I had an urge to kiss her slender neck.

The awning wound out to its full length, and we sat down to enjoy our wine. It was almost 6:00 PM, and thankfully the heat of the day had subsided a little. A refreshing breeze blew in from across the fields.

“So you’re a city girl, huh?” I said, my feet curled up on the couch.

“Yeah, but we’re right by the coast so we get to enjoy the beach. But nothing as beautiful as this.”

“If my husband was still alive, I’d probably still be living in the city now,” I told her. “I think I’d take him instead of all this, though, as wonderful as it is.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Sarah said.

I settled my gaze on her. “You lost someone too, didn’t you?”

She looked out across the barley field, her fingers idly caressing her glass.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry,” I said. I really should learn to keep my mouth shut.

“How did you know?” Sarah spoke again, after a long silence.

“It’s all in the eyes, I guess.”

Another long silence and then she turned to look at me. “How… how do you move on?”

I sighed. “For me… for me it was starting afresh somewhere new, I suppose. Leaving the old life behind, you know? Or trying to…” I said, trailing off. Was I moving on, really? “Maybe it’s different for each person. I really don’t know.”

Sarah smiled bitterly and shook her head. “How could I be so stupid? I thought she was still there, in that old place. I thought I was near her there. But she isn’t there anymore, is she?”

“There aren’t any easy answers, I don’t think. It’s… messy. And ugly. It’s supposed to be messy and ugly,” I told her, aware of how clumsy my words sounded.

A commotion in the sky above us drew our attention — a flock of starlings flying as one across the evening sky, a great undulating cloud of blackness, rattling and chattering.

“Wow,” Sarah said in amazement as we watched them disappear over the trees. And then she looked at me again. “I’m lonely,” she told me.

“Me too,” I said and moved in to kiss her.

She put her fingers on my lips and shook her head. “I’m sorry. I — I can’t.”

I sat back and smiled warmly at her, trying not to let the moment turn awkward. “I understand.”

***

“Look, the starlings!” I heard Millie shout and woke with a start.

Kerry opened her eyes and blinked at me.

“Hi,” I said.

“Hi,” she replied and smiled at me.

I climbed off her and started to get dressed. “We should head back to the fête. I’m not sure Mum will still be there, though.”

“Will we be in trouble?” Kerry asked as she put her clothes on.

“We’ve been out this late before, but your mum might tell us off for kidnapping you.”

Kerry smiled again. She had a nice smile.

We emerged from the willow canopy to find Millie standing by the boat with a strange look on her face.

“What’s the matter?” I asked her.

My sister looked past me and settled her gaze on Kerry. “Your grief is my grief, child,” she said in a weird voice.

I slapped her on the arm. “Oi! Don’t say creepy stuff to Kerry!”

“Huh?” Millie said as Kerry and me walked past her and climbed into the boat.

Somewhere, up in the willow tree, I could hear a crow cackling down at us.

“Hurry up, or we’ll go without you,” I said to my sister and she jumped into the boat with us.

As we were rowing towards the far bank, I could see Mum’s Beetle parked in the gravel car park up on the hill. Mum, Bee and Kerry’s mum were waiting for us near the water. Kerry’s mum put a hand up to wave and Kerry waved back.

Mum drove us to the train station where Kerry and her mum had a ticket back to their holiday cottage. I would’ve liked to have invited Kerry back to play with us again but her mum told us that they would be going back home tomorrow. Kerry and me looked at each other and made sad faces.

The station was home to a lovely old steam train that travelled between a few local stations in the area. It was mostly for the tourists, but my sister, my mum and me liked to ride it every now and then for fun.

We stood on the platform as Kerry and her mum climbed aboard the old locomotive and soon the train blew its whistle to let us know it was leaving. Millie put her fingers in her ears like she always did.

As the train slowly pulled away from the station, steam puffing out of its smokestack, I ran along the platform, trying to keep up with it.

“Kerry!” I shouted and she pulled down the window.

“You’re going to be okay! Okay?” I hollered.

“Okay,” she said and smiled.

“Okay?” I shouted again.

“Okay!” she shouted back.

“OKAY?!” I shouted as loud as I could.

“OKAY!!” she shouted and bounced up and down, laughing.

I slowed down and came to a halt, out of breath, the train chug-chugging out of the little village station and away into the distance.

She would be okay. She would.

I headed back towards my sister and my mum, who were waiting for me at the other end of the platform.

On to Chapter Four!