Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Rachael Yukey

Thursday, October 19th, 2006 (morning)

I got my alarm clock! I just KNEW my mother couldn’t resist the chance to get out of waking me up for school every day. And guess what… no Mom this morning. I got myself up, got ready, and now I have some time to kill before the bus. So I’m gonna try and get this thing caught up.

So. I was writing last night about what happened yesterday at Julie’s house, and I left off where I was sitting on Lisa’s lap and she was telling me my feelings were nothing to be ashamed of.

After a little while we went into the kitchen and dished up bowls of chili. Jason wasn’t there yet, but Julie told me he teaches late Wednesdays and always eats when he gets home.

We talked about this and that at the table, but I couldn’t get my mind off how good Julie and Lisa looked. No, not just good, I realized. Sexy. They were both sexy, and the sight of them had me feeling really… I fastened on a word I’d seen used in Lisa’a novel. Horny. I couldn’t stop being horny, no matter what else I tried to put my mind on. Lisa kept giving me these sweet sideways smiles, and I had the feeling she knew exactly how I felt.

There was a lull in the conversation. Lisa was looking back and forth between Julie and I, not quite meeting our eyes. “You know,” she said at last, “when we were talking before about making yourself come, I didn’t tell you girls the whole story about how I learned to do it. Can you keep a secret?”

“Sure,” said Julie. I nodded.

“The thing is… I didn’t have my first orgasm until I got a little help.”

“Help?” Julie said.

“Yeah, help.” She looked up at the ceiling for a moment, then back at us. “My big sister caught me at it, and we ended up doing it together. I learned how to please myself by watching her.”

I knew she must mean her sister Peggy, who’s a few years older. The only thing I know about Peggy is that she had a baby girl while she was a senior in high school, but didn’t marry the father. She works at one of the two gas stations in town, and her daughter Becky is two grades behind Julie and me. They live in the old apartments behind the fire station.

“So—that wasn’t weird?” said Julie.

“No! It was actually kind of hot. We shared a room for a long time, so we touched ourselves together after that. It was nice to not have to hide it from each other.”

I was pretty bowled over by this, not to mention turned on!

“Um, do you think I might need help?” Julie’s eyes were wide. As for me, I instantly felt my panties getting wet. I was struggling to keep my breathing steady.

Lisa shrugged. “If the things we talked about today don’t help… I don’t know. I’m hesitant to even suggest this, but maybe Mallory could show you what she does. Something to think about, maybe.”

My pulse quickened at the thought. This was way too close to the things that were already going through my mind!

But then something else occurred to me, something REALLY wild! I almost didn’t say it, but my mouth started moving almost on its own. “Wouldn’t you be the best person to teach someone that stuff?” I asked. “I mean, I’m still new at this. I’ll bet both of us could learn a lot from you.”

Lisa’s eyes widened, and her face flushed. I got the strangest notion that the idea got her hot. That seemed totally crazy. Why would a sexy grown woman be turned on by kids like us? I have to admit that the idea got me excited, though! Meanwhile, Julie was staring at me with her mouth hanging open.

“I… I’m not sure that would be appropriate,” Lisa stammered. “Or a good idea.”

“It’s not like you’d be doing anything to us,” I said. “Just showing us things. How bad could that be?”

Lisa was staring at the wall, her cheeks bright pink. She opened her mouth, then closed it again. It seemed like forever before she spoke. “I don’t really think it would be bad,” she said. “But I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that most people would say it is.”

“Would you get in trouble?” I asked.

“If anyone found out, I might. Listen… I’m not saying no, necessarily. I want to help, and I don’t think there’s anything wrong with an adult showing a kid how to masturbate. But it would have to stay strictly between us. You couldn’t tell anyone else, not ever.”

I kept my face still. “I wouldn’t say anything, but if you’re worried, then maybe we shouldn’t do it.” It was tough to say that, when inside I was screaming PLEASE SHOW US!.

“Well, I wouldn’t tell anyone,” Julie piped in. It was the first time she’d spoken, which isn’t like her at all.

Lisa cocked her head. “I’m not that worried. I trust you both. Do you really want me to show you how I touch myself?”

That was easy. “I do!” I blurted out.

“Yeah, me too,” said Julie.

Lisa closed her eyes for a long moment, tilting her face towards the ceiling. I had to remind myself to keep breathing.  “Okay, then,” she said at last.  “Mallory, what time do you have to be at the church?”

I was caught somewhere between insanely turned on and utterly terrified. I hadn’t expected her to say yes, at least not right away! But I managed to get my mouth working. “7:30,” I said.

“Which is when Jason gets done teaching,” Lisa said. Her voice sounded far away and dreamy. She glanced at her watch, then stood up.“It’s only a quarter to six. We have lots of time. Who wants to come hang out in my room?”

I didn’t decide to get up… it just happened! I was on my feet so fast the chair almost fell over. I didn’t exactly know what was about to happen, but I knew I wanted in on it. God might not like it, but I wasn’t so crazy about some of the stuff he’s stuck me with, so fair’s fair. Julie got up more slowly, looking a little dazed. Her cheeks were red and her breathing was funny, so I knew she was just as turned on as I was.

Lisa stepped away from the table and led the way out of the room. I was right behind her going up the stairs, and Julie was close on my heels. I glanced back at her as she came through the stairway door, and she reached forward to take my hand. We climbed the stairs that way, with my hand trailing a little behind and Julie gripping it tightly. She’s usually the confident one, but right then I think she was more scared than me. She didn’t let go until we passed through Lisa’s bedroom door.

Lisa pulled the comforter all the way off the bed, leaving just the sheets on top, then turned around to face us.“I think this will be easier if none of us are wearing any clothes. Are you both comfortable with that?”

I was completely over being scared, even starting to feel a little bit brave. I wanted this, and for once I didn’t care what anybody thought. Without saying a word I pulled my sweater over my head and dropped it to the floor.

Lisa clapped and smiled, but there was something funny in her eyes as she stared at my naked chest. After a long moment, she pulled her own shirt up over her head. Her belly was flat, her skin still a bit dark from a fading summer tan. A plain white bra covered her boobs.

She turned to Julie, who was standing very still and trembling a little. “What about you, sweetheart?” she asked in a gentle voice. “We can stop if you want to.”

“I don’t want to stop,” Julie almost whispered. “I just…”

Suddenly I knew what to do. We were standing side by side so I turned towards her, took her arm, and gently turned her until we were face to face. I looked up at her, my beautiful Julie. For just a moment I forgot about being horny, almost overcome by a feeling of simple love. We’d been friends for almost no time at all, but I felt closer to her right then than anybody else I’ve ever known. I reached up with both hands, took her glasses off and set them on the dresser. My right hand found the side of her face, and I caressed her cheek, then ran my left hand through her long, thick black hair.

Reaching down to Julie’s waist, I took hold of the bottom of her t-shirt on either side. I didn’t lift yet, just looked into her eyes. Slowly, very slowly, she raised both arms above her head. I pulled the shirt up, but didn’t quite get it off her before I started running out of reach; she’s so tall! Lisa took a step forward and helped me take it the rest of the way off.

Julie’s arms fell to her sides, and we stood facing each other, both naked from the waist up. I pulled her into a hug, and we stood there for a minute just holding each other.

Finally I let go and turned back to Lisa. “You’re wearing more clothes than we are,” I told her.

Where was this coming from? It’s not like me to take charge, especially with an adult! But Lisa said nothing, just reached behind herself with both hands. Her bra came loose, and she let it fall.

I caught my breath. I’ve never seen a grown-up lady’s breasts before! They were beautiful, full and round and with reddish-brown nipples. I realized I was staring and tore my eyes away.

“It’s okay to look, honey,” said Lisa in a low, thick voice.

I looked back at her and saw that her breathing had quickened. Was she getting turned on, too? I didn’t get why a couple of little girls like us would turn a sexy grown woman like Lisa on, but that seemed to be what was happening.

It was too much for me to think about right then. I unbuttoned my jeans, and pushed them down along with my underwear. I stepped out of them, now completely naked, then turned to Julie again. She was wearing leggings, and I hooked my thumbs inside the elastic, found the waistband of her panties and grabbed it too, then pushed the whole works down until I was squatting at her feet. I tugged at her right leg, and she lifted it while I worked the pants and underwear off her foot. I got her sock, then did the same on the other side. I took my own socks off, stood up, and turned to face Lisa.

“Turn around,” I said. Lisa took a deep breath… a very shuddery one! She looked back and forth between Julie and me, standing naked in front of her. She did as I asked, and I unfastened the button on the back of her skirt, which then slid to the floor. I started to reach out for her panties, then lost a little bit of my nerve. But not all of it.

“Now, why don’t you finish undressing,” I said.

It sure was getting hard to keep my voice steady! Everybody was following my lead all of a sudden, so it seemed important to not have a shaky voice. I took a step back as Lisa turned around. She pushed her panties down, stepped out of them, and took her socks off. When she straightened up, I didn’t even pretend to not look at her bottom half.

Her legs are smooth, long, and curvy. I hope mine look like that when I’m grown up! Right now, they’re more like a couple of twigs. But my eyes were mostly drawn to where her legs came together. I glanced over at Julie and saw that she was staring too. Lisa saw us looking and shifted one foot so her legs were further apart.

It was an amazing sight. Lisa had hair down there, but it was trimmed into a sort of rectangle shape just above her vagina, and it looked like she kept it shaved below. I remembered that when Julie and I were poking around online, we saw pictures of ladies who did stuff like that, or just shaved it all off. Maybe I’ll do that when I start getting hair down there. You could see just a little bit of Lisa’s inside lips poking out… what the websites called the labia minora. I thought it was one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen in my life, like the petals of a pink flower.

Lisa was staring, too. She was looking back and forth between the two of us, her eyes roving up and down our bodies. She looked like she wanted to gobble me and Julie up in one big bite. She thinks we’re hot, I realized. Seeing us with all our clothes off turns her on.

My confidence took a huge leap. Most of the time I’m unsure of myself and let other people take the lead in almost everything, but somehow I felt like this was my world. I could own it.

I climbed up onto the bed, sat down with my legs crossed, and gave Lisa what I thought was a questioning look.“You were going to give us a lesson, right?”

She gave her head a little shake and followed me onto the bed. Julie seated herself next to me, crossing her legs like mine so our knees were touching. I reached over and took her hand.

Lisa propped a couple of pillows against the headboard and leaned back, stretching her legs out and spreading them open. Her labia looked like they were about to separate. I totally wanted them to, so I could see inside! I took in a deep breath through my nose, and there was a smell in the air. I knew that scent from when I’d put my finger under my nose after touching myself. Now it was filling the room, maybe coming from all three of us! That turned me on even more… honestly, it was all I could do to keep from putting a hand between my legs right then. But I waited.

Finally Lisa spoke. “It’s important to have a fantasy. That’s what my books are for. I know they’re not very well written, but they have great sex scenes. Usually I can get a fantasy going in my head, but the books come in handy when I need a little help.”

She was tracing her belly with her fingers, up and down.

“Sometimes I like to warm myself up by touching different parts of my body,” she went on. “Everything is an erogenous zone, but some spots are extra sensitive. Like here.”Tilting her head to one side, she gently caressed her neck.

“Or my breasts,” she said, her hands moving lower. She cupped and massaged them, then pinched her nipples, which she rolled  around a little between her thumbs and fingers. Her breath was getting very ragged, and I heard a hint of strain in her voice.

“Down here, too.” She began running her fingers up and down the insides of her thighs, pulling her feet back to bring her knees up. I scooted closer, tugging on Julie’s hand so she would follow.

Lisa ran her fingertips across the outside of her labia and shivered. “I’m going to show you girls all the parts down here,” she said. “You might already know this, but let’s make sure. Do either of you know a word for the whole area?”

Julie spoke up for the first time in a while. “The vulva,” she said.

“That’s right,” said Lisa. “But I don’t much like that word.”

“Me neither,” I piped up.

Lisa chuckled. “The words I like to use for it are considered impolite by most people. Crude, even. Maybe that’s why using them seems so sexy. Words like pussy, twat, or cunt.”

I silently rolled the words around on my tongue. Yeah, I liked them much better than vulva!

Lisa was still gently stroking herself. “So the outside part of my pussy,” she was saying, “is called the labia. Or,” she added with a wink, “some of us more dirty-minded people might call them pussy lips.”

I giggled, and Julie joined in.

“These big outer lips are the labia majora, and inside you have the labia minora. My inner lips are pretty big, too… see how they stick out a little bit? Some people call that an outie, and what you girls have is an innie. But that might change; I was an innie until I was twelve or thirteen.” She glanced up at us, her eyes dancing with excitement. “Like to see what’s inside?”

“Show us,” I said. It was practically an order. I’m still not sure what I was thinking, speaking to an adult like that. Maybe doing sex stuff brings out this bossy side of me?

Using her thumb and a finger, Lisa slowly opened her labia—no, her pussy lips—for us to see. The inner lips were big and puffy and looked a little swollen, and her vagina was juicy and bright pink. It was incredibly beautiful.

“It’s wet,” I said. “Are you turned on?”

She smiled. “Aren’t you?” I nodded, because I really was. Lisa went through the stuff inside, pointing out the vagina and her clitoris, which she called a clit. I mostly knew all this already, and so did Julie, but we hung onto every word.

“When I masturbate,” she told us, “I work a finger around the opening for a while to get myself worked up, then I mostly focus on my clit. Like this.”

She began to move her hand in slow circles, then picked up speed. Her breath was coming in gasps and shudders, and her hips began to move rhythmically up and down. After a minute or two of this, she let out a low moan, her motion slowing just a little.

“Sometimes,” she said in an unsteady voice, “I’ll put a finger or two inside myself. I – I didn’t do that until I was a little older, though.”

Using her free hand, Lisa slipped her pointer and middle finger into her dripping hole. It made a wet squishy noise, and she arched her back. She began to pump her fingers in and out, moving in time with the fingering of her clit. She moaned again, louder this time. Then again. She would bring in a few hitching, shuddering breaths, then moan. Soon the moans were almost cries.

“Oh, God, girls,” she gasped. “I’m g-going to come. Do you want to, to see me… OHHH!… see me come?”

“Do it. Come for us,” I told her, though I’m not sure she even heard me. Julie was squeezing my hand so hard it almost hurt. Lisa let out a series of short, sharp grunts, then her butt came off the bed and she thrust her hips repeatedly.

Then she screamed. Actually SCREAMED. Three loud howls came out, and her backside came down hard on the bed. She was huffing and puffing for breath.

I let go of Julie’s hand, crawled up on Lisa’s left side, and draped my arm just under her boobs in a sort of hug. I don’t know where the idea to do that came from; it just felt right. After a second Julie did the same thing on the other side, her arm just below mine.

We held Lisa as she caught her breath. Finally she lifted her head and gave us a sleepy smile. “Thanks, girls,” she said. “I wasn’t planning on taking that so far, but I guess I needed it. We still have almost an hour; what would you like to do?”

She was looking at me when she said that. I was still a little dazed at the way I’d turned into the one calling the shots, but at the same time I felt like I knew exactly what needed doing.

Sitting up, I laid a hand on Julie’s arm. “Do you want to try it now?” I asked her. Her eyes met mine, and she nodded her head.

Lisa sat up too, put the pillows that had fallen back against the headboard and patted them, looking at Julie. Moving slowly, Julie took the same position Lisa had, except that she pulled her feet in so they were almost touching her butt, leaving her knees up. She slid a hand down to her belly, but hesitated just before touching her pussy. I could tell Julie was very turned on, but she also seemed a little afraid.

Lisa saw it too. “You don’t have to,” she told Julie.

Julie opened her mouth, closed it again, and then finally spoke. “I want to. It’s just—I don’t know why I’m so nervous.”

My friend needed help, and I figured it was up to me to give it. I crawled over to sit beside Julie and took her in my arms. She laid her head on my shoulder.

“It’s okay,” I told her. “I’m here, and I love you.”  Putting a hand on her belly, I inched my fingers downward.

“Let me help,” I whispered in her ear. “You don’t have to do anything… I got this.”

Julie looked at me with wide eyes, then nodded. Moving slowly, I slipped my fingers down until they rested on the outside of her pussy. Pussy. Wow, I really do like that word! And I liked the way Julie’s smooth, silky pussy lips felt to my fingers. She was SO turned on, all slippery and moist down there. Very gently, I spread her outer lips open. Julie sucked her breath in with a hissing sound, and moved her hips just a little.

She’s very different from me. Her inner lips are bigger, and it wouldn’t take much more for them to be poking out. I wonder if she’ll be an outie when she grows up, like Lisa. My twat (I like that word, too!) is the same shade of pink everywhere, but Julie’s pussy shades from bright pink down around her vagina and along the inside of her lips to an almost purplish color right around her clit.

I held her lips open with one hand and gently explored with the other. She was so wet! My fingertips were already dripping with her juices. I took my hand away for a moment to hold it under my nose, breathing in Julie’s scent. It was kind of like how I smell, but different in some way I couldn’t figure out. But I definitely liked it!

Julie was getting that wide-eyed look again, so I offered her my fingers to smell. She sniffed, carefully at first, then more deeply. She gave me a shy smile.

Reaching down again, I traced the outside of her hole. She gasped again. The juices were practically flowing out of her now. She seemed ready for more, so I used my slippery fingers to lightly brush her clit.

I watched Julie’s face the whole time. If I’d seen even a teenie-weenie sign that I might be going too far, I’d have stopped right then. Instead, she grasped my wrist and whispered, “D-don’t stop.” So I began to move my fingers in slow circles, just the way I liked to do to myself. Julie thrust her hips forward a bit and let out a contented sigh.

“That feels good?” I asked.

“Mmm-hmm,” was her only reply, but it was enough. I pressed down a little more firmly, and moved my hand a bit faster.

“How about that?” I said.

Julie just nodded. Her breath began to come in hitches and starts. She slipped an arm around me and pulled me closer. A big wave must have hit her right then, because she stretched her legs straight out, lifted her hips, and moaned out loud.

It was all I could do to keep from touching myself with my free hand, but Julie was the one who hadn’t come yet, and her needs had to come first. So instead I crossed my legs and squeezed them together. I don’t know how I thought to do that, but I was so turned on that it worked, little ripples of pleasure flowing through my body. I wondered if I could have an orgasm that way.

Julie was really starting to get into it, moaning and lifting her hips every few seconds. I slid my finger lower, resting it flat so I could still put pressure on her clit while teasing her entrance at the same time. Somehow I just knew it would be the right thing to try.

Turns out I was right about that, cause Julie gave a loud cry and her butt came all the way up off the bed. I looked up at Lisa. She was staring at us, her mouth hanging open.

I kept it up like that, rubbing Julie’s clit and teasing her vagina with the same finger, moving pretty fast. Her hips started to buck, and her breath was hard and ragged with little moans in between. I was still squeezing my thighs together, and the waves were getting stronger.

“Something’s happening!” Julie wailed, sounding excited and terrified all at the same time. “Oh, God, Mallory, something’s gonna happen, I don’t…”

“It’s okay,” I whispered in her ear, still moving my hand. “It’s okay, just let it happen.”

“Okay, Mallory, okay it’s j-just… OHHHHHHH!”

Her back arched, her thighs came together to squeeze my hand, and her butt ground down hard into the mattress. I could feel her vagina muscles gripping my finger! Julie was pressing her head hard against the headboard, her eyes squeezed shut. Then she gave a loud wail, thrust her hips a couple of times, and went limp.

I rolled onto my side, wrapped an arm and a leg around Julie and held her. She hugged me even closer so I was almost lying on top of her, my beautiful, precious Julie.

I’d really done it; I’d helped her have her first orgasm! I needed to come myself, needed it so bad my whole body was screaming for relief, but it could wait one more minute.

“Thank you,” she whispered in my ear. “That was… wow… thank you so much, Mal…” She squeezed me tightly.

After a moment I looked up at Lisa. She gave me a big smile. “I know somebody who looks like she needs to get off in a big way,” she said.

I hadn’t heard the term “get off” before, but it didn’t take a brain surgeon to know what she meant. I rolled back over onto my back, reaching between my legs. No fooling around, no teasing. I was way past ready! The moment my finger found my clit a powerful wave hit me, and I gasped. This was only going to take a a minute or two.

“Hold me,” I told Julie. She put her arms around me and held me tight. Within seconds I was thrusting against my hand, moaning with every breath. I realized I’d gotten myself closer than I thought by squeezing my legs together, and just as that was flashing through my head an orgasm hit me that was like being tilted off the edge of the world.

I thrashed and screamed. My pussy got super juicy and I could feel it dripping down the crack of my butt. Then everything just seemed to go dark for a second, and my mind got fuzzy and gray.

The next thing I remember was Julie shaking my shoulder, looking a little scared. “Mallory?” she pleaded. “Mal?”

I gave my head a hard little shake. Everything around me had been all fogged up for a moment. I wasn’t sure what my voice would sound like if I tried to speak, so I just gave Julie a big smile.

“She’s okay, Julie,” Lisa said, placing a warm hand on my thigh. Her other hand rested on Julie’s shoulder. “The French call that the little death… where you come so hard that you kind of gray out for a second. It’s only happened to me a couple of times, and not till I was quite a bit older than you. Believe me, there are plenty of women out there who’ve never had an orgasm like that… Mallory’s one lucky girl!”

She glanced over at the clock. “We have a little time left,” she said. You got to see Julie and me, Mallory; can we have a look at you?”

I knew what she meant. I spread my legs wide, then used my right hand to open myself up for them. Julie left my side and came around front of me for a better view.

“It’s a lot different from mine,” she said after a moment or two.

“It’s amazing how different each woman’s pussy is,” said Lisa. “They’re like flowers – no two are exactly the same. And look how wet she is! Pussy juice everywhere.” I liked that. “Pussy juice” sounds like the perfect name for it.

Looking at the clock, Lisa suddenly sat up straight. “We’d better get you up and dressed, Mallory,” she said, sounding a little sad about it. “You have to be at the church in about twenty minutes. I’ll drive you there; the weather is terrible and it’s getting dark.”

I went down to the bathroom stark naked carrying my clothes, where I washed myself up. I’d gotten juicier than ever, and I didn’t want Mom or anyone else at the church to get a whiff.

While I was doing that, Julie and Lisa also got dressed, and they drove me up to the church. Instead of sitting in the front next to Lisa, Julie got into the back seat and snuggled up to me. We didn’t talk on the way over, and once we arrived, I didn’t get out right away. Right then, going to church was the last thing in the world I wanted to do.

Julie put both arms around me and squeezed hard.

“Thanks for helping me, y’know, finish,” she said. “It was the most amazing feeling ever!”

I kissed her, but this time I did it really close to her mouth. Then I looked  at Lisa, who was wearing a huge grin.

“Thanks for the lesson,” I told her. For some reason that struck me funny, and I started to giggle. Julie and Lisa joined in.“And tell Jason his chili was delicious. I better go. Bye!”

I hugged Julie one more time, and she hugged me back. Then I got out of the car. Ouch, that wind almost stung! I waved to them and got myself inside the church. Perfect timing, Mom was just coming up the stairs from the basement. She said “Hi,” gave me a quick hug, and got her coat.

When we got home, she rummaged around in a Target shopping bag and pulled out a small cardboard box with a picture of a clock on it… the old-fashioned kind with bells on top.

I’d been hoping for a clock radio, but I knew better than to complain. Anyway, it didn’t matter; the whole point of this was so Mom won’t be poking her head in my room to get me up in the morning.

I thanked her, took the clock upstairs, got it out of the box, and used the owner’s manual to figure out how to set the time and the alarm. I ran back downstairs and found Mom in the kitchen putting groceries away.

“I got the clock working,” I told her. “I can get myself up for school now if you’re tired and want to sleep in.”

“Okay, sweetheart,” she said, stacking some canned stuff in the pantry. I said goodnight, went upstairs, took out my diary and started writing.

I’m thinking a lot about my feelings, and how they’ve changed. I ought to feel guilty about what happened yesterday with Julie and Lisa, but I don’t. It felt right, you know? I just hope Julie’s still okay with it. Actually, I’m kinda freaking a little about that.

But that’s not the only thing I’m worried about, is it? What exactly did we do? What did it mean? Lying close to Julie and making her feel good was one of the most amazing things that ever happened to me, and it was a lot more than just helping her out. I’m not sure what I should call what I’m feeling, so I’m going to stop thinking about it for now.

I keep thinking back to everything we did, wondering why I don’t feel ashamed. Instead, I find myself wanting to tell God to mind his own beeswax. If he really thinks he can make me feel this way and then tell me I have to hold it all in, then he can just go and stuff it.

That’s maybe the biggest thing on my mind. I just realized while I was writing that I’m not only getting mad at God, I’m starting to doubt he’s even real. I think it’s been happening for a while, but I’ve been pushing it away because it’s not okay to think about. But now I’m spending time with people who say it’s TOTALLY okay to think about, so I’m starting to let myself do just that.

But I can’t deal with that now. It’s time to go back downstairs and wait for the school bus. Gosh, I hope Julie is still okay with everything that happened yesterday.

On to Chapter Seven