Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Rachael Yukey

I stood there in the front yard, shivering in the cold as I watched the flashing light of the ambulance vanish into the distance, taking my father away. Officer Felter slipped an arm around my shoulder and guided me back into the house. I was dimly aware of the sheriff’s deputy following along behind. Officer Felter sat me down on the couch, gently wrapped the throw blanket around me, then sat down and pulled me close. I wanted to explode into sobs, but for some reason I couldn’t cry.

She seemed to understand. “It’s the adrenaline letdown,” she told me. “In scary situations, your body dumps chemicals into your bloodstream to make you faster and more alert, but when it’s over and the chemicals disappear you get the shakes. It’ll pass.”

She looked up at the deputy, who was taking pictures of the overturned iron sunflower and the ruined coffee table with a digital camera. “Brad, would you mind emailing copies of those to our office?”

“Sure, no sweat,” he replied. “Are you getting a statement from the girl?”

“Yeah, and I’ll make sure you get a copy. You can clear the scene as soon as you get your pics. I’ll get Mallory here taken care of. Thanks for coming out.”

“Perfect,” said Brad the Deputy. He tucked his camera into a pocket, and stopped to ruffle my hair as he passed. “Way to keep your cool in a hot spot, kid.” He left.

I looked up at Officer Felter. “Statement?”

“It’s not a big deal,” she said. “I don’t need a ton of detail on something like this, just your description of what you heard, saw, and did. For my report. We can do this while I’m driving you into town. Why don’t you run up to your room and pack a bag for tomorrow? It’s fine if you just stay in your pajamas. While you’re doing that, I’ll call Lisa and tell her you’re coming.”

I trudged up the stairs, feeling like a robot. I pulled out my overnight bag and threw some school clothes into it, grabbed my backpack, and headed back down.

Officer Felter was standing near the entryway. “I called Lisa,” she said. “Ready to lock and load?”

“Sure,” I said. It came out flat and dull. I got into my coat and shoes, and we were out of there.

Once we’d pulled out onto the highway, Officer Felter asked me to describe everything that happened up until the time she arrived. I told her the story and was just finishing when we pulled up in front of Julie’s house. The porch light was on. The curtain was pulled aside, and I saw Julie’s face framed in the window. My Julie. What did I ever do without her?

“Thank you, Mallory,” Officer Felter was saying. “That should be everything I need. I’ll be in touch when they find your mother. She may want to leave you here and head straight to the hospital. are you okay?”

I gave her a small smile. “I think so.”

She leaned across the center console to hug me. I hugged her back, and realized my face was practically mashed against her enormous boobs. I wondered what they would look like without a shirt to cover them up, and felt myself getting all tingly. My God, I told myself, how on earth can I be thinking about a thing like that at a time like this?

Officer Felter let go of me. “So—your mom is staying with your grandma Paulette, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. I’m going to head out there right now. You did everything just right, Mallory. Try to get some sleep tonight.”

Sleep? I was about as wide awake as it gets. I glanced at the clock on the dashboard—12:43. Was it really almost one in the morning?

“Thank you,” I told her. “Thank you for everything.” I got myself and my bags out of the car and climbed the steps to the porch. The door opened, and Julie and Lisa were there. They took my bags and drew me in.

Suddenly I was crying. I hadn’t been able to before, but now it all came out in a flood. Gentle hands guided me to the couch. Arms enfolded me. I don’t know how long I sat there sobbing, but Lisa and Julie just held me and let me do it till I was done.

Finally my tears ran out, and I began to talk, first slowly and then with the words all coming out in a rush. I told them about seeing Dad stagger through the living room and realizing he’d been drinking a few nights before, and then about the whole scary mess that I’d just been through.

“I wonder if he’s even still alive,” I said finally.

“He probably is,” said Lisa. “I’m not an EMT, but I’m the person who processes all the reports and insurance paperwork for the city, so I know how these things usually go. From what Sandy Felter told me on the phone, they were breathing for him and he still had a good pulse when they got him into the ambulance, and Jason called for an intercept.”

“What’s an intercept?” Julie wanted to know.

“The volunteer service in town is just EMTs,” said Lisa. “The ambulance service in the town they’re headed for is staffed with professionals, and they have paramedics. A paramedic can do a lot more stuff than an EMT. So if someone is in big trouble, they get an intercept coming, and a paramedic will jump on with them. So If anything else goes wrong, your dad is right next to all of the equipment they need to do something about it, and with a medic to help him. The important thing is, there was an ambulance there before he stopped breathing entirely or his heart stopped. Because of you, Mallory. I think that makes you a hero.”

I didn’t feel very heroic, and suddenly I didn’t want to talk about it anymore. I laid my head against the back of the couch.

The phone rang. Lisa got up to answer it. “Mallory,” she said, “it’s Officer Felter. She wants to talk to you.”

Suddenly there was a huge knot in my stomach. Feeling like somebody else was controlling my legs, I got up and took the phone from her. Despite the positive spin Lisa put on things, I was sure Officer Felter was going to tell me my father was dead. “H… hello?” I got out.

“Hi, Mallory,” she said. “It’s Sandy. Your mom isn’t where we expected her to be. Your grandma thought she was going home tonight, and has no idea where she is. I’ve called both her brothers, and they haven’t heard from her. Can you think of anywhere else she might be?”

My jaw moved a couple of times, but no words came out. Lisa and Julie were both staring at me with concern in their eyes. I gave myself a mental kick. Get it together, you idiot.

“I… I don’t know,” I said. “She dropped me off at home this evening, got a change of clothes, and drove away. I thought she was going back to Grandma’s.”

“Okay,” Sandy said. “I’ll let you know as soon as we find her. Bye now.” I hung up the phone. Lisa and Julie were looking at me expectantly. Was this night never going to end?

“Mom’s not at Grandma’s,” I said. “They don’t know where she is.”

“She’s probably just staying someplace else,” said Lisa, trying a little too hard to sound reassuring. “They’ll find her. Hey… there’s some chocolate mousse in the fridge. Who wants some?”

“Uh—shouldn’t we be getting to bed?” said Julie. “School and all that?”

“Neither of you is getting up at seven,” said Lisa. “So you get a day off from school. Besides, Mallory probably won’t sleep a wink till we hear some news. We might as well sit up till Jason gets back.”

That seemed to settle it. We ate chocolate mousse and watched some TV. I realized it was the first time I had ever seen that TV turned on. In my house, it’s on practically all the time.

Finally we heard Jason’s pickup pull up outside, and Lisa snapped the TV off. I watched Jason anxiously as he came through the door, already unzipping his bulky coat. I couldn’t talk.

“I’m not going to lie and tell you he’s in great shape, Mallory,” he said as he hung his coat on the hook. “But I think he has a good chance. He’s been intubated, and they’re flying him to Minneapolis. You saved his life by calling 911 as quickly as you did. Another five minutes might have been too late.”

“And that’s because he drank too much?” asked Julie.

“Correct,” said Jason, plopping into the recliner. “It’s called alcohol poisoning, kiddo. Near as we can figure, he put away most of a bottle of Jack Daniels in just a few hours. That’d be rough on a seasoned alcoholic, and I get the idea that Dan Kalvornek is not a habitual drinker.”

His eyes met mine. “I take it your mom is leaving you here while she goes to the hospital?”

“Actually, that’s another little problem,” Lisa piped in. “Sandy called awhile ago. Sharon’s not with her mom. Nobody knows where she is.”

Jason’s brow furrowed. He got up and went for the phone.

“Jason,” said Lisa, “do you know something?”

“I suspect something,” he said. “Gimme a minute.” His finger traced a list of numbers on the wall, then he dialed. He waited a long time, and then spoke. “Yo, Brian,” he said. “It’s Jason Hanson, and it’s urgent. Pick up the phone, man.”

Another long minute went by, then he spoke again. “Hey, man, sorry to wake you up,” he said. “And for horning in on your business, but we have an emergency here. Is Sharon Kalvornek with you?”

Now I could hear the other man’s voice, and it didn’t sound happy. Jason cut him off. “Okay—that’s a yes. Put her on the phone. If she says no, tell her I’ll send Sandy Felter out there, then it’ll be on a police report tomorrow and by Wednesday the whole damn town will know. If she does it my way, you have my word no one will hear it from me. Now come on, man… I wasn’t kidding when I said it was an emergency.”

There was another long minute of silence. My head was spinning; I felt like I was losing my mind. What was going on?

Finally Jason spoke again. “Hello, Sharon,” he said. “Look, I just gave Dan an ambulance ride to Lake Region, and he’s on a helicopter bound for Hennepin County as we speak. Alcohol poisoning. He…” he paused as if he had been cut off.

“Well, he sure did tonight, sister. Nearly a fifth of Jack Daniels in just a few hours. He’s lucky, if you want the truth. He made enough noise going down that Mallory heard it from upstairs, and she had the brains to check it out and to call 911 right away when she couldn’t wake him up. Otherwise you’d be receiving a phone call from the county coroner, not your friendly neighborhood EMT. Now look… I don’t care who’s doing what to whom, and nobody is going to hear any of this from me. You’re going to have to square this with Mallory yourself; she knows you weren’t where you said you were going to be, and where you were tracked down to. Just FYI. She’s at my house right now. But you’re probably going to want to get in your car and haul ass for Hennepin County. Mal can stay here for as long as necessary.”

There was a long pause; Mom must have been talking.

“That’d be ridiculous, Sharon. What’s a kid going to do… twiddle her thumbs in the waiting room? And how much school would she miss? Dan’s likely to be there for at least the next few days. Mallory’s no trouble, and we’re happy to have her. Now, I would advise you to move. If I’ve noticed you slipping your vehicle around the back of Brian’s cabin a time or two you can bet I’m not the only one, and the cops are hunting you up as we speak. Sooner or later either Sandy or Jeff is gonna talk to somebody else who can point them in the right direction, and the whole town is going to know where you were found in a day or two. It’s no skin off my ass, but the last thing Mallory needs is all the kids at school finding out that her mom spent Sunday evening with the gym teacher while her dad damn near drank himself to death. So go now, and I’ll get in touch with the cops and let them know that I found you. I won’t tell them where.”

Another pause. “Okay, no problem. Keep us informed, all right? Bye.”

He hung up the phone. Lisa started to speak, but he held up his hand. He plucked the radio from his belt and changed the channel. “EMS to law enforcement,” he said.

“Go for law enforcement.” Chief Moen’s voice.

“Sandy, you copying?” said Jason.

“Copy.” Officer Felter.

“You can call off the hounds; I found our missing person. She’ll be heading out for Hennepin County directly.”

“Copy that,” said the chief’s voice. “Where was she?”

“I promised not to say,” said Jason. “Doesn’t matter. She’s been informed. Their daughter will be staying at our place for the moment. Go home and get some sleep, guys… donut shop is closed at this hour.”

“My investigation of the donut shop is very serious business, and we shouldn’t be discussing it even on the local channel.” There was a hint of laughter in the chief’s voice. “Get some rest yourself, Jason. You did good work tonight.”

“I do try. Night, Chief.” He hooked the radio back on his belt.

“Brian Belgarde?” said Lisa incredulously.

Jason settled into his chair. “Yup,” he said. “I’m surprised Jeff didn’t know about it. There’s not much around here that gets by him.”

He looked towards me. My brain was finally coming to grips with what I’d just heard, and what it meant. “Maybe I should have sent you out of the room before I made that call, Mallory. But I can’t say that I’m sorry… I think after everything that’s happened tonight, you have a right to know the truth.”

There was a long silence. “How’d Tina do?” Lisa finally asked.

“All right,” said Jason. “Crappy one to have for your first call as a full crew member. She stayed calm and did what I told her… best you could hope for under the circumstances.” He turned towards Julie and me. “You two should probably crash,” he said. “To hell with school tomorrow; just get up when you feel like it. I’ll be here all day.”

Just then his pager went off, blaring something about a 62-year-old female vomiting and requesting transport to the hospital. An address was rattled off, and as Jason got up to get his coat I saw Lisa roll her eyes. “That’s Eileen Spencer’s place,” she said.

“Yeah,” said Jason as he shrugged into his coat. “I lose the rest of my sleep tonight ‘cause the old broad ate too much spicy again. I’ll let Tina take this one… something nice and non-urgent for her first time alone in the back. Later.”

In bed Julie and I held each other close. She asked me if I was okay, and I told her I was. She told me she loved me, and then I really was okay. How could I not be if Julie loves me? Suddenly realizing how tired I was, I fell asleep in her arms.

***

I woke up alone in Julie’s bed. Her clock said it was just after eleven in the morning. It took me a minute to get my brain in gear and remember what I was doing there. Oh, dear God, it really happened.

As I shuffled down the stairs I could hear someone playing an electric guitar, and not very well. Couldn’t be Jason, then. The door at the foot of the stairs was hanging open, and when I reached the bottom and poked my head around the corner I could see Julie and Jason sitting on opposite ends of the couch, each holding an electric guitar. Julie, still wearing her PJs, was playing something I sort of recognized, but she was mangling it enough that I couldn’t place it. The noise had obviously muffled my footsteps on the stairs; neither of them saw me there. I had to pee but didn’t want to disturb them, so I decided to hold it in for a few more minutes and watch.

Julie finished what she was playing and looked up at Jason, a little embarrassed. “That was pretty bad, huh?”

“Somebody clearly has not been doing her homework,” Jason said with a smirk. “Or paying attention to the rules laid out by her long-suffering teacher. Watch my left hand.”

He played the same thing, but much better than Julie had. I still couldn’t put a name to it. I don’t know very much about that kind of music, but my Uncle Louie listens to nothing but old rock albums from the 60s and 70s and now I recognized it as something I had heard at his house.

“See?” said Jason. “Finger positioning has to vary a little bit here. When I want an adjacent string to sound, I keep the fingers very arched. When I want to damp a string I lay them down a little. You need to work through this very slowly until your fingers just automatically do what you want.”

Julie sighed. “I know, Daddy,” she said. “I haven’t been very good about practicing lately. I like playing, but—honestly, I think I’m having more fun with the electronics projects. I wanna do music, but maybe with something a little more… I don’t know…”

“Technical?” said Jason.

“Yeah!”

“Tell you what,” he said. “Mr. Larson and I are going to put my guitar students and his drum students into little bands and get them onstage this spring. I was going to ask if you wanted to be in one of the bands, but how would you like to be sound engineer for the event instead? You have the ear for it, and it would make the whole thing that much more of a student project.”

“Dad, that would totally rule!”

“Okay,” he said. “I’ve been meaning to get the small PA set up in the garage, and this weekend you’ll do it with me. We need to start training now if you’re going to be ready to mix by May.”

He looked up, and his eyes fell on me. “Morning, Mallory.”

Julie squealed, carefully laid the guitar on the couch, then bounced to her feet and hit me at a dead run. She squeezed me tightly.

I hugged her back, squeezing hard too. But only for a second. “Julie,” I protested, “you’re gonna squeeze the pee right out of me!”

We both started laughing like idiots, and she let me go. I ran into the bathroom. When I came out the guitars had been put away, and Jason was in his recliner. Julie was nowhere to be seen.

“Julie went to the kitchen to make you an omelet,” said Jason. “Sit down.” I sat.

“I talked to your mom on the phone this morning,” he continued. “They’re pulling the tube out of your dad’s throat later today. They think he’s going to be okay. He’ll probably be in the hospital for a few days. That much booze that fast can do stuff that isn’t immediately apparent, so they’re gonna want to keep an eye on him for awhile. Your mom is planning to stay in the Twin Cities for the duration. You’ll stay here.” His eyes flicked to the ceiling, then beach to me. “Mallory, I can’t stress enough how much ass you kicked last night. If you hadn’t acted fast your mom would be arranging a funeral, not sitting next to a hospital bed.”

“All I did was make a phone call.”

“Sure, but you did it right away, when you saw something was seriously wrong. You also stayed calm, followed instructions to the letter, and didn’t get in the way. It’s a bigger deal than you think. I’ve been on scenes that were much less critical, with grown men and women completely losing their cookies and making our job a lot harder. You were nothing but calm and helpful. I was impressed as hell, and so was everyone else who was there.”

I didn’t know what to say to that, except, “Um, thanks.”

That’s when Julie came into the room, carrying a plate with a thick, delicious-looking omelet garnished with parsley and green onions.

“Breakfast is served!” she proclaimed. “One heavenly, tasty tomato-cheese-onion-pepper omelet for table five!” She set it down on the coffee table, ran back into the kitchen, then returned with a glass of juice.

I picked up the fork and took a bite. It was delicious—I hadn’t realized how hungry I was. I dug in. After I finished Julie and I decided to take a shower together. We used the shower stall in the new bathroom, and once we were standing under the spray we collapsed into each other’s arms.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” she said into my ear.

“I think so,” I said. “It’s just a lot to deal with, you know? I watched my dad almost stop breathing right in front of me, and it turned out my mom was in bed with Mr. Belgarde when she said she was gonna be at Grandma’s. And what happens when Dad finds out about that? Will he find out? Should I tell him? God, Julie—I don’t know.” I slumped back against the shower wall.

Julie started shampooing her hair, never taking her eyes off of me. “Are you really thinking about telling him?”

“Oh, I don’t know. I feel like I should be mad at her about it, but really I’m not. They’re always being mean to each other anyway, so this is just one more thing. I mean, it’s not even as bad as the way they talk to each other sometimes. Except according to the Bible, this is the worst thing married people can do to each other, but I’ll tell you something else, Julie. Right now I really don’t give a damn what the Bible says about anything.”

I hadn’t meant to say the “D” word; it just popped out. I realized that the more I talked the madder I was getting, and I didn’t even know who I was mad at. I shut up. I squirted some shampoo into my hand and attacked my hair.

Julie’s gentle hands closed over my wrists, pulling my arms down to my sides. She let go and began massaging the shampoo into my scalp. “Let me,” she said. “You look like you’re gonna rip your hair right out.”

I closed my eyes and let out a heavy sigh. “Thanks.”

Julie’s hands running through my hair soothed me. I opened my eyes and looked into hers. She smiled at me. Reaching above my head, she pulled loose the detachable showerhead Jason had installed. She tilted my chin back, and I closed my eyes again.

As the wonderful spray of hot water massaged my scalp, I had a wicked thought. “Hey,” I said in a half whisper, “remember what Megan said about how much fun showerheads are? Do you think she meant what I think she meant?”

“Oh, I’ve been thinking about that,” Julie whispered back. My eyes were still closed, but I could hear a smile in her voice. “But I sure ain’t gonna try it with Dad on the other side of this wall!” We both burst out laughing.

***

Jason napped for most of the afternoon, because he didn’t get much sleep the night before. Julie and I lazed around the house, ate snacks, and chatted about this and that. We read to each other out of our fantasy books for a while. Later, we fixed dinner together. Julie is a way better cook than me, but I’m learning.

Lisa came home a few minutes after five, hugged us both, and gave Jason a juicy kiss. Dinner was ready ten minutes later, so the four of us gathered at the table and loaded our plates. Julie and I had made lasagna, and it turned out really well.

Just as we were close to finishing, the phone rang. Lisa got it, and called me into the living room. “It’s your mother,” she whispered.

I took the phone with trembling hands. “Hello?”

“Hi, sweetheart.” Mom sounded beyond tired.

“Hi, Mom. How’s Dad doing?”

“They’re going to keep him under observation for a couple of days,” she said. “We don’t know exactly how long yet. They think he’ll probably be okay. Mallory, you told the police you’d seen him drunk before. Why didn’t you say anything to me?”

“It was just a couple of days ago,” I said, “and I wasn’t completely sure. I didn’t see him drink, it was just that he looked and smelled like Uncle Louie did at Grandpa’s visitation. And I didn’t tell you because you were off hiding at Grandma’s house. Or maybe not even at Grandma’s house.”

I didn’t mean to say that last part… it just slipped out, and even to me the words sounded pretty harsh when I said them. At that moment I realized how angry I was with her. Not for whatever she’d done with Mr. Belgarde, but for acting like I didn’t exist and for running away and hiding every time things got awkward at home. Still, I’d never talked to her that way before, and after getting the last word out I snapped my mouth shut and waited for the explosion.

It didn’t come. It took her so long to say anything that I was starting to think we’d been cut off. When she finally spoke, her voice sounded very strained.

“We need to talk about all of that, Mallory,” she said softly. “and about other things… but now’s not the time. I’m going to stay in Minneapolis until your father is ready to come home. Are you okay staying with the Hansons?”

“Yeah, I’m good here.”

“Okay. Remember to be respectful and do what Mr. Hanson says. I’ll let you know how things are going. Bye, sweetie.”

I mumbled a goodbye, hung up, then trudged back into the kitchen.

“What news?” said Jason.

“Dad’s still pretty out of it, I guess.” Their eyes were all on me. There’s no door between the kitchen and living room, and I knew perfectly well they’d heard what I’d said to Mom.

“You okay?” Lisa asked gently.

“Yeah,” I said, plopping down in my chair. There were a couple of bites of food left on my plate, and I shoveled them into my mouth, one forkful after the other, just to show everyone how okay I was.

A little while after dinner the phone rang again, but this time it was for Jason. Julie and I were looking up some stuff for school on the internet so I wasn’t really paying attention, but I caught the last thing he said.

“All right, sure… I might come down for a bit. Let me see what’s going down here first. Talk to you later.”

“What was all that about?” Lisa wanted to know after Jason hung up.

“Oh, that was Sean. Some guys are going down to the fire hall to play a few hands of rummy and he invited me to come.”

“And you’re not already out the door and on your way?”

“Well, you and I were…”

“Jason,” she said with a laugh. “don’t be a knucklehead! You know how long it takes people in a place like this to warm up to the new guy. If they’re inviting you out for stuff, go! I’ll still be up when you get home, no worries.”

Jason shrugged, then crossed the room and opened a high cabinet above the mantel, then pulled out what looked a lot like a bottle of whiskey. I felt a knot form in the pit of my stomach.

He must have seen something on my face, because he walked over to me and put a big, strong hand on my shoulder. “Relax, kiddo,” he said. “I like a nightcap every once in a while, but I haven’t been honest-to-Christ drunk since I was a young, dumb rookie guitar player on my first tour. Which was approximately five lifetimes ago. I’m not going to drink myself into a stupor, I promise.”

“Okay,” I said, feeling a little embarrassed. “It’s none of my business, really.”

“Not a problem,” he replied. “Only reason I’m bringing it out at all is the guys usually drink beer when they play cards. I’ve never liked beer to begin with, and the cheap stuff they have is actually bottled cat piss pretending to be a beverage. This way I can have a drink with the guys and not have every cat in the neighborhood snickering at me behind their paws.”

I tried to hold in my laughter, but it just spewed out. Julie started giggling too. Jason gave us each a squeeze, kissed Lisa, grabbed his coat, and headed out.

“What did you and Dad have planned, anyhow?” Julie asked Lisa.

Lisa grinned. “Wellll… we were going to set you girls up down here with a movie, then go up to the bedroom, stretch out on the bed, maybe watch some more adult-themed entertainment, and…”

“Okay, okay!” Julie squealed, holding up her hands. “I know where THIS is going, thank you very much!”

“Yeah, I think we get it,” I said, giggling a little.

“Oh, I’m sure you do! I don’t know the details of what happened at Megan’s house yesterday, but I have a hunch you girls did a lot more than just talk.”

Instantly my face was burning… but I was getting excited too. We’d already seen Lisa masturbate, and she’d watched as I brought Julie to her first orgasm, then had one of my own. Would she be up for more? I had a strong feeling she might.

“Maybe a teensy bit more,” I said, giving her what I hoped was a secretive smile.

“Oh, stop that, girl!” Lisa said, laughing. “I don’t want to think about sexy things right now! I was already hot and bothered, and now Jason is going to be out for a couple of hours. Poor me…” She put on a pretend pouty face, and we all laughed.

“Wellll,” I said slowly, “there are things you can do about that, you know. Or maybe… we could help you out?”

Lisa’s eyes were boring into me now, serious and intense. “What kind of help are we talking about here?”

“YOU know!” Julie piped up. “Like Mallory helped me that day in your bedroom!”

“I know what you mean, girls,” Lisa said softly. She looked from me to Julie, then back again. “And I never told you the whole truth about my sister and me. We didn’t always just watch each other masturbate. We used to… touch one another, too. A few times, we did even more. But that was different; we were both kids. What I did with you girls the other day… that was crossing a line. What you’re talking about now, well, that’s crossing another line. A bigger one. I don’t know that it would be a very good idea.”

I thought fast. That feeling was back again. I knew what I wanted, I knew Lisa wanted it too, and I knew it could happen if I played my cards right.

“Well,” I told her, “we could do what we did last time. You know, you watch us and we watch you. Don’t you want to see all the cool things we learned from Megan?”

The corners of her mouth turned up a little. “I’ll admit to a little curiosity,” she said.

I turned toward Julie. She was in Jason’s desk chair, and I’d pulled up a kitchen chair so we could both sit in front of the computer. I swiveled Julie around so she was facing me, placed my hands around her shoulders, pulled her close, and pressed my lips to hers. We kissed, and I let my tongue slip out to trace the outside of her soft, sweet mouth. Her lips parted, and our tongues met. We kissed slowly and lovingly, taking our time with it.

When we parted, Julie and I both turned towards Lisa. She was watching us with bright, hungry eyes. “That was beautiful, girls,” she breathed.

“Wanna see more?” I asked.

Julie didn’t wait for her to answer. Reaching out, she guided me out of the chair and into her lap,  then started nuzzling my neck. She moved slowly, from below my left ear and along my jawline, kissing and nibbling as she went. Within seconds I was trembling, my breath ragged and unsteady. Her mouth soon found mine, and this time when we kissed, it was furious and passionate..

Finally breaking away, I got to my feet, and pulled Julie up along with me. Tugging on her hand, I headed for the stairs. Pausing halfway across the room, I turned to look at Lisa. She was still sitting on the couch, staring at us with her mouth open.

“Coming?” I said. As if in a trance, Lisa slowly stood, then followed us up the stairs.

Soon to come: Chapter Thirteen!

A little tribute to Misty Meadow. I happen to know her favourite fantasy.  

***

By kinkys_sis

I lived in a small town that until recently had been a village. For whatever reason, they upgraded us. I couldn’t imagine why. I mean, we only had about twenty-five shops scattered about, most of them small and shabby. Half were take-away places – Chinese, pizza, kebab, or fish and chips – and there were five men’s barber shops. Like, do we need five? Fuck no!

Our family used only two of the shops on a regular basis – one small convenience store and the one larger supermarket.

Saturday was the beginning of a string of coincidences. You know, like when you hear a word for the first time, and suddenly you start hearing it everywhere.

Mum had sent me down to the convenience store for a newspaper and some milk. Next door was a charity shop where I loved to browse for second-hand books or DVDs. This shop had a picture window that looked out on a sort of community garden and seating area. The only people I ever seemed to see there were the local alcoholics or a few kids that gathered after school was let out or at the weekends. It’s where they came to spend their pocket money on sweets and comics.

I liked to look out the window and watch the regular girls that would sit, flashing their regulation school knickers whether they knew it or not. Today, I saw a girl ride up on a bicycle. She was about twelve. It was her hair and her legs that grabbed my attention. I waited with bated breath as she parked the bike. Sure enough, there was a brief flash of white beneath her short blue skirt. Too short for bike riding, not that I was going to complain.

I saw her glance my way, or at least at the shop. Then she went next door into the convenience store.

I waited till she returned to her bike, hopeful of another display. Sure enough, there was another quick flash as she mounted the saddle. She rode in a small circle and then stopped in front of my window. She wasn’t looking at me, only at the window display. She sat balanced on one foot, the other resting on the higher pedal. Whether she knew it or not, she was giving me a nice eyeful of crotch.

Something made me glance up, and I knew by her expression she’d seen me looking. She scowled before hastily peddling away. I left the shop and finished my errand for Mum.

Next morning, I went fishing with Grandpa. He told me he needed to call in at the supermarket for a few bits on the way.

Halfway there, and there was that girl again. She had on the same top and skirt as she cycled up the road towards us. Once again, her panties were on display, especially when I leaned out of the car window. And once again, she saw me look. She obviously recognised me. I got the scowl treatment again.

Grandpa parked his car in the disabled bay near the supermarket entrance. There was only a low wall between the bay and the doors. You had to walk behind the car and pass the wall to get into the market. Kids used the wall to park their bikes.

Grandpa was an age in the supermarket. He always was. I sat and waited. Then fuck! There was that girl again. For like the third time in only two days.

She rode up, climbed off her bike and leaned it against the wall. That was when she saw me watching her. Her scowl got even deeper. I thought she’d just go into the supermarket, but instead she went around the end of the wall and came towards me. Before she’d even got to my open window, she started to speak. “What is it with you? You must be some sort of local pedo or something. Everywhere I go, you’re looking up my skirt.” And so she carried on.

In mid-sentence, she glanced down. My own skirt was well up my thighs. I knew she could see my panties. She hastily pulled her eyes away and carried on with her tirade. Eventually, she ran out of things to accuse me of. But several times, I’d seen her eyes go back to look between my legs.

Now, it was my turn.

“First, I’m not a pedo,” I said. “They’re, like, dirty old men. I’m thirteen and a girl. And second, you keep looking at me. So what’s the difference?”

“But you’re showing off, like you want people to look. With me, you’re sneaking peeks. That’s not nice,” she ended somewhat lamely.

I gave her my best smile. “I only flash pretty girls … like you. And yeah, I like looking at girls’ panties. Especially when they’ve got sexy ones on … like yours.”

She tried to find the right words to answer, but clearly failed.

I slid my bum forwards but held onto my skirt. More and more of my panties were uncovered. And I spread my legs wider. “You think mine are sexy?” I said.

That threw her. But she tried. “I don’t care. That’s disgusting. I wouldn’t know if they’re sexy or not. Anyway, I didn’t mean to look but you make it kinda hard not to.”

As she was saying that last part, I let my hand drop to the front of my panties. Naturally enough, her eyes followed. I stuck out my index finger and pressed it in as I slid it lower. She stayed quiet, watching me push the fabric into my slit. I rubbed up and down a couple of times for good measure.

“You like looking?” I said. “Or maybe you’re just so shocked that you’re sorta lost for words.”

She looked back up. But she wasn’t scowling now. There was an odd look on her face, like she wasn’t sure of her feelings. “Are you like a lesbian?”

“You got me there,” I said. “I only look at girls, especially pretty girls like you. And you … you’re delicious. I look at your panties and I can’t help thinking about what’s inside. Sorry if that upsets you, but it’s how I am.”

She didn’t say another word. Just glared at me and then turned away and went off into the supermarket.

Grandpa seemed to have got himself lost, which wasn’t unusual. We were beginning to think he had dementia. I was about ready to go looking for him when the girl reappeared. She walked back to the car window and started talking straight away.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said. I guess that I don’t mind if you have to look at my panties. It’s no big deal. If it makes you happy, fine. But I don’t understand why. I mean, like, what’s the thrill of just looking?”

“I look and I dream,” I said. “Anyway, why don’t I know you? I don’t think I ever saw you before. I thought I knew every girl in this little town.”

“We only moved here two weeks ago,” she said. “I start school on Monday.”

I realised I liked this girl, even if she was a bit too young for me. “So, what’s your name? Mine’s Bee.”

She thought a second, scrunching up her face. Then she burst out, “Are you the girl whose name is on so many of the trophies at the school, in the glass? I mean like … boxing, running, and football? I saw them yesterday when my mum and I went to meet the deputy head.”

“You into sports then, are you? And yes, I guess that’s me. You still didn’t tell me your name.”

“Bee, huh. I’ve been told that you’re some sort of local hero but then I guess you know that.” She took a glance at her watch. “Fuck! I gotta run.”

She picked up her bike and climbed on. She jerked her hips several times to simulate a fucking motion against the saddle. Then she laughed and cycled away.

As an afterthought, she shouted back, “Rose.”

Fuck. What a girl. I already wanted to get in her knickers.

***

Monday was the usual boring shit. I mean like who wants religion, sociology, domestic science and all that crap? Then my day brightened. I saw Rose walking towards me. She gave a cheery, “Hi, Bee.” Then she surprised me with, “You seen any sexy panties today?”

“None at all, but then, I haven’t seen yours yet.”

“I did kind of wonder. You really want to look at mine? I’ve been thinking about it, and I still think it’s weird.”

I took the time to look at her. I mean really look. “Rose, even if you don’t know it, you’re a sexy little fucker. You ever make it with anybody?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I get that. How about we just be friends for now? As long as you let me see your panties sometimes.”

“You’re impossible. But I like you.”

“That’s you wondering what I’d do if I did get in your panties. You might not know what it means, but you’re thinking about it. And … I want to get in there.” I wasn’t known for being subtle.

Somehow, she managed to look cross, but I didn’t believe one bit of it. All I wondered was, how and when?

But her answer wasn’t very promising. “Maybe I don’t want you as a friend after all. You’re gross.”

She turned away.

***

I didn’t see Rose again for a couple of days. I’d pretty much decided she didn’t want anything more to do with me. Then, there she was, sitting on her bike outside the school gates.

“Hi, Bee. You wanna walk with me? I heard you live up my way.”

“You been checkin’ up on me?”

“Just curious.” She was all chatter today. She said she’d found out how popular I was with the older girls. The younger ones seemed to be a bit in awe of me, which was flattering and kind of surprising. One girl in her class even said she’d have jumped at the chance to be my friend. It seems the girl had turned red in the face when Rose asked her why.

Finally, I got a word in. “So you’re not scared of what I might do?”

“No, I’m not saying any such thing. It’s just … sorta cool if we were friends, is all.”

I guess she forgot to take care when she climbed off her bike. I got a quick glimpse of pale blue panties.

“You know, you’re not supposed to wear coloured panties to school. Or is that for me?”

“I thought if you’re gonna look up my skirt, I might as well look nice.”

“Aw, that’s sweet. Not that I got to see much.”

Then she threw me. “So, what colour you got on?”

I didn’t answer her. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a pair of white panties.

She came to a standstill. “No. You got another pair on,” she said.

“You wanna bet?” I reached for the hem of my uniform skirt.

“Don’t you dare!” she said. But then she looked uncertain. “You’re really not wearing any, or are you messing with me? But then, I wouldn’t put anything past you, like the other day when you rubbed your… well you know what I mean.”

“My pussy. I’m sure you know what it’s called. But okay. There’s too many people around anyway. But if you wanna come back to my house, then I’ll prove it for you  – since you’re so curious.”

“I am not!” She walked on. But then she called, quite sternly, “You coming?”

The phrase methinks the lady doth protest too much came to mind. I fell into step alongside her.

“Anyway, you said you wore the pretty blue ones just for me,” I said. “It’s not much fun if I don’t get to see them properly, now is it?”

“You wanna see more, do you?”

This was getting to be fun. “Let’s say … I’m expecting to.”

Now she actually laughed. “I suppose you are. I guess I’ve set myself up, haven’t I?”

We’d just reached my house. “This is mine,” I said. “You want an ice cream or something? I’m sure we’ve got some choc ices in the freezer.”

She hesitated. It was crunch time. She could say no and walk away. If she said yes, she knew what the consequences were likely to be.

“I think I should get home,” she said.

I took hold of her hand.

“I promise I’ll behave, if that’s what you want. Come and have an ice cream.”

“Well … okay then.”

We took our choc ices out into the back garden. Rose sat on the swing we hardly ever used. I sat opposite her on the low brick wall around a flower bed. We were quiet for a while, enjoying the ice cream.

Suddenly, Rose blurted out, “So you weren’t lying then.”

“About what?”

“You don’t have any panties on. I can see your pussy … as you call it.”

I pretended to be shocked. “What!” Then I looked down as I also spread my legs a bit. “Oh fuck. So you can.” I didn’t close them again. When I looked back up, she was staring. I wasn’t sure what to make of her expression.

Very gradually, I opened wider and she mumbled something.

“I didn’t catch that. What did you say?”

“It’s pretty,” she said. “I didn’t expect that. I mean, I know what they look like.”

“Well, now you’ve seen it and you didn’t run. So what about yours? Your panties I mean.”

She looked shy now. But slowly she reached down and lifted her skirt. The blue panties were more pretty than sexy. But this girl was very sexy to me, sitting there, holding her skirt up for me to look.

I got up from my seat. “You mind if I look close?”

“Uh uh,” she said. She pulled her skirt higher.

I knelt down in front of her with my nose only a foot or so away. “Wow. Nice.” I lifted a hand, but paused halfway, looking up at her face.

“If that’s what you want, go ahead,” she said.

I raised my hand the rest of the way until my fingers touched her front. I felt the material softly, making a few light circles. She just stared down at what I was doing and didn’t say anything.

I extended one finger and pressed more firmly. Sliding down, I felt her slit through the crotch, like I’d done to myself in the car. I rubbed it up and down a few times.

Still, she said nothing. So, I pressed harder and went on rubbing. She gave a small shudder before she let go of her skirt and grabbed the chains on the swing.

I tucked her skirt up and pressed my thumb to where her clit would be. She shook again and closed her eyes tight, and she kept them closed while I eased the crotch of her panties to one side.

Oh my. Such a beautiful little pussy. I moved my thumb back to her still-hidden clit and eased my finger between her tight lips, into her steamy tunnel. She slid forwards a little on the swing, jiggling her bum, and my thumb found her button.

She still had her eyes closed. I leaned in between her legs, pushing them wider apart. With two fingers, I eased her pussy lips open. She jumped and gasped when I kissed her clit. I sucked it a little, flicked it with my tongue. I clearly heard her say, “Oh, God.”

Alternately circling and flicking with my tongue, I began to slide my finger in and out. Now there was a proper wetness seeping from inside her cunt.

We almost fell when she lifted her legs from the ground and put them around me. Somehow, I kept us balanced and continued to fuck and suck. Her legs tightened their grip, pulling me into her. Suddenly, they clamped down hard, and I felt her shaking. My little Rose was coming.

I sucked at her clit as she slowly relaxed. Her eyes opened wide before she said, quietly, “I thought you were gonna do something, but God, I didn’t know anything could feel so good.”

I struggled to stand up. My knees were killing me.

“Honestly, all I wanted was a flash,” I said. “Let’s get something to drink, shall we?”

Holding my hand, she followed me inside. I poured us each a Coke. The whole time we were drinking, she kept staring at me over the lip of her glass. “What’s wrong?” I asked her.

“I sorta thought you might try and kiss me,” she said. “Just not there. I didn’t know anyone did that.”

“Everybody does. It’s how girls make love to each other.”

“Is that what we did?”

I touched her cheek with a finger. “So, about that kiss you mentioned. You want to?”

Without a word, she stepped into my arms and touched her lips to mine. Her hands went behind me, her embrace getting tighter as the kiss went on.

I eased a hand up between us, pulling her school blouse with it. Then my fingers found her breasts. The nipples were still aroused. She sighed as I played with them.

With my free hand, I unfastened the catch of my skirt. A little wiggle and it fell to the floor. She found her hands on my bare bum. They just rested there. I wasn’t sure she knew what to do, or if she even wanted to do anything.

I eased my lips away. “You think you might wanna have a feel? If you want to, I’d like it.” Reaching back again, I took one of her hands off my ass, brought it around to my front, turned it, and pressed the palm to my pussy. She just left it there, not moving, when I took my open hand away.

I kissed her again and squeezed one of her titties. It wasn’t big, but it was big enough for me. Her fingers on my bum dug in a little. I kissed her harder and pushed my tongue between her lips. She accepted the intrusion without complaint, and soon her tongue was mingling with mine.

The fingers on my pussy moved gingerly, curling to feel me. She explored through the wet, pressing more firmly, then slipped inside.

Slowly at first, I moved my hips back and forth, fucking myself on her fingers. She didn’t have to do anything but keep them in place.

Her other hand came up now and felt my tits. She just cupped them for a while, but when I rolled one of her nipples between two fingers, she did the same for me. And now the fingers in my pussy were actually beginning to fuck me, and she was kissing me, on her own, with ardour.

My body began to tense. I was getting close. I broke our kiss long enough to say, “I’m gonna come, Rose. Oh, fuck, now!”

I crammed my lips back onto hers as she fucked me faster. One of my hands was squeezing her arse. I didn’t even remember putting it there, not that I cared. I squeezed hard, digging my fingers into the crack between her cheeks. If it shocked her at all, she didn’t show it. She just kept finger-fucking my cunt.

I shook against her as the orgasm took hold. The muscles in my pussy clutched at her fingers, and she went on fucking me. A beautiful come washed over me. It’d been a while since I felt quite like this.

We stood there with our arms around each other, just cuddled together. After a while, I kissed her ear and whispered. “I haven’t upset you have I? I wouldn’t ever mean to do that.”

She squeezed me tighter. “No,” she said. “I guess I knew what would happen when I saw you after school. It was the way you are. It excited me. I even played with myself, thinking about you. I guess I was scared, but I wanted it.”

She pulled her head back to look at me. “What worries me is – is that all you wanted? Like, just a bit of fun in my panties. Now you’ve had your fun, is that it, you just forget about me?”

“Close your eyes,” I said. I kissed each one, then her nose and finally, her lips, “You want to be my girlfriend, serious like?”

She opened her eyes. “You mean it?”

“Rose, I never joke about these things. Besides, I love blue panties.”

She laughed. Then she reached down to tug her panties off, “Here, let’s swap.” Her cheeks turned bright red. “Oh God. Did I really just say that?”

A look at the clock reminded me Mum would be home soon. “We better just get our clothes sorted and tidy up before my mum walks in. Do you gotta go yet or you maybe wanna stay, you know, for dinner or whatever?”

She giggled. It was a big change from the girl who was always trying to be stern and cross with me. “Whatever,” she said. “I’ll give my mum a ring.”

She was just getting off the phone when Mum came in. “I’m in a bit of a rush, Bee,” she said. She saw my puzzled look. “You forgot already? I have a town council meeting tonight. I won’t be back until after nine. I told you to order pizza for yourself.”

She peered closer at Rose. “Hello. I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”

“This is Rose, Mum. She’s kinda like my new friend. Her mum said she can stay for dinner, so pizza sounds great.”

My mum was well aware of my sexual leanings. She didn’t much approve, especially not at my age, but she could turn a blind eye to it. What she didn’t know couldn’t get her in trouble. Now, though, she looked at Rose and then back at me.

“Don’t worry, Mum. It’s cool.” I told her. “You can go get ready for your meeting.”

As soon as Mum had left the room, Rose said, “I guess she knows about you and girls.”

“She knows. I just don’t gotta push it in her face like. Then she doesn’t give me any hassle.”

I fetched the pizza menu for us to order.

“Any kind you want,” I said. “Just no garlic.”

“Why not? Duh! Okay, I get it.”

“I thought you might wanna let me see the rest of you.”

She really needed to learn to control that blush. It could get to be a dead give-away.

“Fuck!” she said. “How did everything go so fast? Hey… does your pussy ever feel excited, I mean like tingly and get wet when you have naughty thoughts?”

“Would you believe, mine is as near as fuck, always tingly,” I said. “But, even more when I look at you.”

“You know, a week ago, that woulda made me puke,” she said. “But I like it. You should maybe order the pizza straight away, and tell your mum to go.”

I loved the twinkle in her eyes as she said that. This girl had really got under my skin, but somehow, I knew that had been the case from the second day I’d seen her.

The pizza arrived just after Mum left. We’d only had time for a quick kiss and a feel when the doorbell rang.

“Let’s take our clothes off and then eat,” I said. “Or do we gotta eat first?”

“Sorry, but I’m kinda hungry,” she said. “But if we sit at the table, you can eat with one hand and maybe let the other … What’s that?” She pointed at the two glasses I had carried in.

“I thought you might like a glass of wine.”

“I’ve never tried it. Is this how you get all your girls to strip?”

She took a sip. “Oh wow.” She took another.

“Slow down, sweetheart,”   I said. “I can’t let you go home pissed or your mum might not let you come back.”

“Sweetheart,” she whispered. “Is that what I am?” She grabbed hold of my hand and pushed it up her skirt to her still naked pussy. “Play with me,” she ordered with a laugh.

I was beginning to wonder if I’d get to finish my pizza. Her fingers were starting to drive me mad. She was getting to be good at teasing my clit. It was probably the same for her. She was wiggling more and more.

There wasn’t that much pizza left when I finally said, “Stop!”

She looked puzzled until I said, “Let’s go to my bedroom.”

I practically dragged her up the stairs. When we got to my room and I turned to face her, she looked shy again and that blush was back. She watched me unbutton my blouse. It still hid my breasts when I unfastened my skirt and let it drop to the floor. Then I paused.

She understood why. Her fingers worked upwards. I always went down. Once she’d reached the top, she imitated me and released the catch of her skirt.

I could see how nervous she was. “On the count of three,” I told her. I had only got to two when she threw her blouse open. I knew what her tits felt like but now, I saw just how beautiful they were – gorgeous buds with two proud nipples.

She gasped when I shrugged my blouse off my shoulders. My tits were very nearly double the size of hers.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” I teased her.

“Nothing,” she said. “But you’re, like, all grown up. I can’t help wondering why you like me. But you call me sweetheart. It’s just… You’ve made me happy. That’s all.” She rushed into my arms, her lips coming to mine.

We each took a grip of the other’s bum. She caressed and felt me. I pressed her to me, grinding our pussies together. It wouldn’t work this way, though, however nice it felt.

I leaned back. “Bed?”

She nodded and pushed me backwards. “What you did with your mouth,” she said. “I want to try that.”

“You sure? You don’t have to. Just let it happen when the time’s right.”

“I’m your girlfriend now. The time’s right for everything. Whatever you want to teach me, I’ve got to know, from this very minute.”

I climbed backwards onto the bed and lay down. She went to lie with me, but I told her no. “Come and kneel over my chest, sit on my tits, facing my feet.” She did as I said without question.

“Now, sweetheart, bring your bum back and lean forwards.”

I heard her laugh. She understood where this was going. Whatever she was expecting, though, it came as a surprise when I lifted my head and kissed the little star of her arsehole. She froze, still up on her knees, as my tongue tickled her rear.

“God, that is so naughty. But it’s so nice. I wouldn’t ever have… oh, God, Bee!” Then she let herself fall onto me. I felt her hot breath on my pussy, her fingers exploring, opening me up. Her face went down without the slightest hesitation. My clit felt the warmth as her lips surrounded it, and she sucked and kissed.

I struggled for a moment. My arms had got trapped at my side by her legs. Once they were free, I held her arse with one hand and went for her pussy with the other. She jerked as In traced one finger around her puckered rear, but pressed herself down when two fingers eased inside her cunt. Her whole body shook when my tongue flicked her clit. I knew just what I was doing. Rose, for her part, was learning fast.

We’d already got ourselves halfway to a climax at the dinner table, so it wasn’t long before I could feel my heart pounding. I bent my knees up and pushed down on the mattress with my feet, lifting my pussy towards her mouth and fingers.

She clenched her arse cheeks. I hadn’t realised I was pressing a finger into her arsehole, which was still just about wet enough from my tongue. I eased my finger in more. The clenching stopped, and I went all the way in.

She clearly wanted to do whatever I did. Her own finger circled in the wetness that had seeped down from my leaking pussy. Then she thrust it, easily, into my arse.

She fucked me just as good as I fucked her. My body was straining now, rising to the glorious climax I knew was coming. Her fingers, at both holes, stopped moving. Fortunately, she was still sucking on my clit. She began to jerk frantically as she came. I strived to reach my peak. It didn’t come until hers was just finishing. How she caught on, I couldn’t imagine, but somehow she did. She fucked my cunt furiously, and her tongue lapped my clit like mad. It was enough. My body spasmed, my hips jerked and I called her name.

I just lay in a collapsed state until she pulled her arse off my finger. She turned and laid her body on top of mine, her head nestled in the crook of my neck. Her hands took a tight hold of me. I could feel the soft kiss of her lips on my skin.

I swear I heard her whispering, “Now she’s mine, I knew I could make her mine with a little help from my blue panties. Bee loves me now.”

The next instant, or so it seemed, Rose woke me up with a kiss. “The time, Bee. I think we have to get dressed.”

I stared up at her, with what felt like a silly grin on my face. “Are you happy, Rose? I mean like, really?”

She smiled sweetly. “Never happier. You can’t begin to imagine.”

“I’ve got one more question. Just when, exactly, did you make your mind up? I kinda get the feeling that you turned the tables on me.”

All I got back was an impish grin. Fuck, what a girl!

The End

 

By Rachael Yukey

It took me a few moments to come to my senses. Julie was lightly kissing my upper thighs, and Megan was caressing my cheek. My eyes met hers. When she spoke, her voice was low and strained.

“I must be some kind of perv,” she said, “because watching you two get each other off is maybe the hottest thing I ever saw.”

I realized Megan hadn’t had an orgasm yet, and it didn’t seem fair to leave her like that. So I pulled her to me and began kissing her neck. She still had her bra on, and I reached behind her and started fumbling with it. How the heck do these things come off?

Julie must have noticed that I was having problems, because she gently pushed my hand away. It took her a few seconds, then the bra suddenly came loose. Still kissing Megan, I slipped it off and let it fall on the bed.

Having Megan’s boobs just inches from my face was one of the most exciting things yet. They weren’t big, but they sure were beautiful. I covered them with both hands, amazed by their softness. I caressed her nipples with my thumbs, then took one into my mouth and sucked it. Julie slid in beside me and latched onto the other nipple.

Megan was moaning soft and low, clutching us to her chest with her fingers buried in our hair. I turned my face up to hers and she kissed me, hard. I slipped my tongue into her mouth. Then I broke away and shoved her onto her back. Julie went down with us, still kissing and sucking Megan’s breasts. Me, I had something else in mind.

I felt my way around Megan’s black church skirt and undid the little clasp on the side. She lifted her hips so I could slip it off. She had a pair of black panties with lacy trim on them… very sexy! I ran my hand along her thighs as I bent down to nuzzle her belly. Julie was kissing Megan on the mouth while playing with her boobs.

I began stroking the front of Megan’s panties. They were soaked! She raised her hips, pressing herself against my hand. I applied a little pressure, and she gasped.

It was time for her to be naked, I decided. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of Megan’s panties, and she lifted up again so I could pull them down and off.

Now that Megan’s pussy was on display, I settled in close to admire it. She’s an innie like me and Julie, but she has light brown hair framing her labia. It was incredibly soft, like flower petals. I just stroked it, loving the texture.

“Come and see,” I said to Julie, scooting over a little to make room. Julie got down beside me and moved in close, then reached out to caress the damp curls. She was stroking one side, I was stroking the other, and our heads were touching. I turned towards her, and the next thing I knew we were kissing.

“God,” Megan gasped. “You two are so fucking hot together.”

I broke off the kiss and leaned close to Julie’s ear. “Go kiss her now,” I said.

Julie settled in next to Megan, giving her a big, messy kiss, then taking an ear in her mouth to nibble. I kept caressing Megan’s puffy lips, kissing and nuzzling her upper thighs. Working my way between her legs, I kissed her pussy once, then a few more times, getting the taste of her on my mouth. Her scent filled my nostrils, and I felt myself getting drippy wet all over again.

I nibbled a little on her labia, then let my tongue slide up the outside of her slit, not quite going inside. Suddenly Megan had a hand on the side of my face, turning it up so she could meet my eyes. “Girl,” she breathed, “you are a fucking tease. Did you know that?”

I gave her an evil grin, then turned my attention back to her sweet pussy. I slowly spread her lips apart with my thumb and finger, looking inside for the first time. It was pink and juicy, like some rare tropical fruit. I let a finger slip into her folds and teased around the outside edge of her vagina. Megan shuddered.

“Put it in,” she whispered.

“Huh?” I said, looking up.

“Put your finger inside me,” she said.

Whoa… this was new. It seems weird now, but I was kinda nervous about doing that. I gently pushed, and it slid right in. Megan shuddered again. It was warm and wet in there and I slid my finger in and out experimentally. Her breathing was short and sharp.

I noticed that Julie had stopped kissing Megan to watch what I was doing, her eyes wide. She was using one hand to tease Megan’s nipples, the other to absentmindedly stroke her own pussy.

By then, I had my finger buried in Megan and was feeling my way around. “Rub me here…on the inside, over the opening,” she instructed, pointing to an area just above her slit. “Feel around for a kind of rough patch, and press against it.”

I found what she was talking about right away, and pushed. Megan arched her back and gave a loud moan. “Oh, God, yes,” she said in a shaky voice.

I heard Julie gasp. Looking up, I saw she had a finger between her own labia and was moving it slowly. Megan noticed too. “Keep going, Julie,” she gasped. “Let me see you play with yourself.”

Julie grinned, then spread her legs wide, giving us a great view as she picked up the pace.

“Put another finger in,” Megan told me. Another finger easily joined the first, and I began to work them in and out, pressing upwards like she wanted.

“That’s it,” Megan gasped. “Yeah, like that. Now eat my pussy while you finger-fuck me.”

Finger-fucking! Was that what I was doing? It just sounded SO dirty. The old me would’ve been bothered when someone spoke like that, but now I found myself loving it. Fingering her faster, I lowered my head. When I wrapped my lips around her hood, stuck my tongue out and began to lick, she moaned.

I was in it now. This was the wickedest, most exciting thing I’d ever done! My fingers pumped in and out of her, my tongue working furiously. Megan was moaning over and over, pumping her hips against my mouth so hard it was like she was having sex with my face. No, wrong term. She was FUCKING my face, and it was the hottest thing EVER! I squeezed my legs together in a steady rhythm, making waves of pleasure flow through me.

I heard Julie wail. I looked up to see her body arch up from the bed as she came. She had both legs mashed together as her hips pumped furiously. Then she just collapsed in a heap.

Suddenly Megan had my head tightly clamped between her hands, and her whole body went rigid. Her butt pressed down hard into the bed and she wailed. Then she screamed. I could feel her vagina pulsing against my fingers, squeezing them so hard it almost hurt. One more loud cry, then she went still.

I gently licked all around her pussy, still moving my fingers in and out, but slowly. Megan was breathing hard, trembling ever so slightly. I was still pressing my thighs together, desperate to come again.

Megan must have sensed what I needed. She slipped her hands below my arms and pulled me up so I was lying on her. Our mouths came together, our tongues met, and as we kissed, her hand slid over my backside and down until she was easing a finger between my swollen, aching pussy lips. She found my clit, and it was all over in just a few seconds. I came hard, screaming into her mouth, then went limp on top of her.

The next thing I knew, Julie had piled in beside us, her arm thrown over us both. I put my arm around her and pulled her in even closer. But then I felt really hot and sticky. It wasn’t gross or anything, just uncomfortable. I gently moved Julie’s arm away, rolled off Megan and sprawled out on the bed.

Julie’s head popped up. “Hey… you okay, Mal?”

“Fine,” I said, giving her a smile so she’d know it was true. “I just needed to cool down.”

“Just in case you were wondering,” said Megan, “you guys totally crossed that line we were talking about. That was sex!” She was acting all serious, but couldn’t hide a grin.

I grinned right back, trying to match that wicked glint in her eye. “Damn right it was.” I felt absurdly proud of myself for saying the “D” word.

Suddenly all three of us collapsed into a fit of laughter. Megan pulled me close, and we laughed ourselves silly in a big complicated three-way hug.

Once we were done having hysterics, Julie glanced over at the clock on Megan’s nightstand. I followed her eyes, and holy macaroni! It was almost half past three.

“What time does your dad expect you back?” I asked her.

“I told him I’d be home by 4:30,” she replied.

“Why don’t we grab a shower?” Megan suggested.

I gave her a sideways look. “And show up at the church with wet hair?” I said. “Cause that wouldn’t make my mom suspicious or anything.”

She rolled her eyes. “I have a blow dryer, dummy.”

That settled it. The basement bathroom turned out to have a ridiculously large walk-in shower, with four spray nozzles that all detached. We have one of those in our shower.

“The detachable nozzles are all kinds of fun,” Megan informed us with a smirk. “I’ll show you what they can do, next time you’re here.”

I had a pretty good idea what she meant, and made a mental note to try it out as soon as possible!

We had almost an hour so we took our time, washing each other and chatting about this and that. We didn’t talk about what we’d just done. I don’t think anybody was avoiding the subject, it was just that nobody felt the need.

After we were all washed, Megan used her hair dryer on first me and then Julie, and finally we put our clothes back on.

As Julie and I got into our coats, we all went quiet. We’d been totally comfortable naked together in the shower, but once we were dressed and getting ready to leave, things got awkward.

It was Megan who broke the silence. “I wasn’t planning for this to happen,” she said at last. “I hope you guys are… you know… okay with everything?”

I felt a little bad for her. I was the one who pushed things, I’d done it on purpose, and now Megan was feeling guilty. I guess it seemed to her like she’d corrupted a couple of underage girls.

I hugged her, then looked up into her eyes. “I wanted it to happen,” I told her. “Thank you for being here for my first time. You made it extra special.”

“That’s from both of us,” said Julie, joining us in the hug. We held onto each other, then Megan leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. She did the same to Julie, then let us go.

“See you at school tomorrow,” she said. “And hey… that was amazing. You two are really something.”

I didn’t quite know what to say to that, so I opened the door and Julie and I slipped out into the cold. We trudged down the front walk in silence, and as we hit the sidewalk I realized Julie was looking at me sidelong. I met her eyes with mine.

“Did you plan all that?” she wanted to know.

“Uh-uh,” I said. “I just—I don’t know—went for it. I wanted it, so I went for it.” My stomach suddenly clenched up a bit, and I took her mittened hand in mine. “Do you think I was wrong to do that?”

Julie didn’t answer right away. “No,” she finally said. “I wanted it too, and so did Megan. Besides, once I saw what you were up to I kind of helped, didn’t I? But here’s the thing… there’s something different about you when sex stuff is happening. I saw it that day in Lisa’s room too. It’s like there’s this whole other side of Mallory that comes out when you get—you know—”

“Horny?” We both broke out in giggles.

“Yeah! Horny. You turn into a different person. I’m not saying it’s bad. I like it! It’s just weird, y’know?”

We walked in silence for a few minutes. I was getting this trembly feeling in my stomach. I felt like she was working up to something, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear what it was..

“I’m glad you were my first,” she finally said. “That you kissed me first, and you did, you know, the other stuff to me first. It’s cool that Megan was there, but I wanted it to be you. You’re… special, Mallory. To me you are, anyhow. The way I feel about you… it’s different from how I feel about other people.” She was staring at her feet, her cheeks flushed bright pink.

I squeezed Julie’s hand. I wanted to kiss her, but I didn’t dare go there in public. “You’re special to me, too,” I told her. “The most special person in the whole world. So special that if you want, things like what we did today can be just between you and me from now on. Is that what you’re asking for?”

Julie turned her eyes to the heavens for a moment, then giggled. “Megan would be disappointed,” she said. “Did you catch that thing she said about ‘next time’?”

I snickered. “I sure did. And I’d love to go see her again. But not if you don’t want me to.”

“I want to go see her again too,” said Julie. “I don’t think we have to promise to only do things with each other—but like I said, I have different feelings for you. How about this? We promise only to do things with other girls if it’s the two of us together?”

“Going back to Megan’s house together sounds like a GREAT plan!” I told her. “And I promise. Only when we’re together.”

“I promise, too,” she said.

By then, we were approaching Julie’s house, and I could see Jason peering at us through the living room window. Time to shut up, but that was okay – we’d said everything we needed to say.

We hugged each other fiercely. Jason poked his head out the door and offered me a lift which I turned down; I couldn’t think of any possible way to explain to my mom why I was showing up at the church in Jason Hanson’s pickup. Julie skipped up the walk and into the house, looking back to wave at me..

I got myself back to the church at a trot. It was really getting cold! I found Mom in the basement, and when she finished what she was doing, we got in the car and went home.

Mom didn’t stay… just grabbed a change of clothes from her bedroom and drove off. Dad didn’t say a word to either of us, just trudged into his office and slammed the door.

***

Okay, it’s now four hours later. Whew! That’s the longest I’ve EVER spent working on this diary. Once Mom was gone I went straight to the kitchen, fixed myself a sandwich, then skedaddled upstairs and got started writing. I wanted to get everything set down while it was fresh in my mind. Boy, is my hand sore!

I can hear Dad stomping around downstairs; I’ve never known him to be this noisy on his own. Is he drinking again? Oh, who cares? All I can really think of is this afternoon, the things we did with Megan, and the things Julie and I said to each other on the walk to her house.

I feel like my whole world has been turned upside down. I mean seriously, everything is different. I’m not the same girl I was when I got myself out of bed and onto the bus Friday morning with my school stuff in my backpack and an overnight bag in my hand. This weekend changes everything, and I’m not sure how to deal with it all. I feel really happy and a little scared, all at the same time. And even though I had two orgasms this afternoon, thinking about all the stuff we did is making me super horny!

I guess I should do something about that, but first I’d better run downstairs and make sure Dad didn’t break something just now. That was a really loud crash.

 

October 30th, 2006

So last night I got my diary caught up. I was lying in bed thinking about the things I’d done with Megan and Julie that day and getting really turned on. Dad was clunking around downstairs making a huge ruckus, and I wondered if he’d been drinking again. I was mostly trying to ignore it and thinking that if I didn’t masturbate I’d never get to sleep, but then I heard a really loud crash and a thud. Then it got quiet. I figured I’d better check it out, and if Dad got grumpy about it I’d just tell him I was going to the bathroom.

The light was on in the living room, and when I got to the foot of the stairs I could see right away what had made the noise. Mom has this big weird cast iron sunflower sculpture, the kind most people use as lawn decorations. She keeps it in the living room at the end of the couch. It had tipped over and broken the glass top on the coffee table. It’s too heavy to fall on its own, so Dad must have knocked it down. But where was he? Then I saw a booted foot sticking out from behind the couch.

I ran down the last couple of stairs and behind the sofa. There was my father stretched out on the thick brown shag carpet, his eyes closed, his breathing shallow and fast. His face was so, so pale.

“Daddy!” I screamed. I dropped to my knees at his side and shook him, but he didn’t stir. There was an overpowering smell on his breath. I yelled into his ear and shook him again, really hard this time… nothing.

Panic flooded through my chest. Please God, oh please, just make him be all right. In Jesus’ name, make him wake up! I might have actually said it out loud; I don’t know. But then a calm, clear voice spoke up in the back of my mind. No one is listening, it said. It’s up to you now.

Suddenly I was calm. Still scared but not panicky. I knew what I had to do. I ran to the kitchen, grabbed the cordless phone, and sprinted back to the living room, dialing 911 as I ran.

A woman answered. “Nine-one-one; please state your emergency.”

“I need help,” I told her as I fell to my knees at Dad’s side. “My father fell down in the living room and knocked some stuff over and now he won’t wake up! I…”

“Stay calm, honey,” the woman replied. “Can you tell if he’s breathing?”

“Yeah, he’s breathing—but it doesn’t sound right.”

“Are there any injuries you can see? Bleeding, bruises, or swelling?”

“No.”

“Do you know if he took any medications or ingested anything other than food?”

“I think he’s been drinking alcohol.”

“Okay, sweetheart, you’re doing a great job. Can you give me the address you’re at?”

I told her our address.

“Good, and how old is your dad?”

“Thirty-five.”

“Okay, hon, give me one second. Stay on the line.”

Dad’s breath was slowing down, getting all fluttery sounding, and his chest heaved a little. I waited for what seemed like forever, doing my best to stay calm. Finally, the lady on the phone spoke again. “What’s your name, sweetheart? And I’ll need your father’s, too.”

“I’m Mallory Kalvornek,” I told her. “My dad’s name is Daniel.”

“Okay, Mallory—help is on the way. Is your dad lying on his side, his stomach, or his back?”

“Um, on his back.”

“Are you alone in the house with him?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you think you can roll him onto his side?”

“I… I’ll try.”

I put the phone down and tugged on Dad’s shoulder, but I could only move him a little bit. I tried a few different ways, but I wasn’t strong enough. I picked the phone back up. “I can’t,” I told her. “He’s too heavy for me.”

“Okay, Mallory, don’t worry about it. Are there lights outside your house you can turn on? The ambulance and the police should be there soon, and it’ll be easier for them if they can see.”

“Sure,” I said. Taking the phone with me, I ran out to the entryway. There are big floodlights out front for when Dad is moving machinery around late at night during the planting and harvest seasons. I switched them on, and the whole front yard lit up from the head of the driveway to the big machine shed.

“The lights are on,” I informed the woman on the phone.

“Okay, honey, good job. Now go back to your father. Tell me if his breathing changes or if you think he’s going to vomit.”

I was already entering the living room as she said it. I knelt beside him. “He looks about the same,” I told her.

“Can you describe his skin? Is it pale, flushed red, or normal?”

“Pale.”

“Sweaty or dry?”

“Dry.”

Suddenly there was the sound of a siren. “I think I hear the ambulance,” I told her.

“Probably the police, hon. But they’ll be able to help you till the ambulance gets there. Let them in when they knock. You can hang up now. You did a great job, sweetheart.”

I hung up the phone. The siren got really loud, then it cut off. A few seconds later there was a knock at the door, and I ran to answer it. It was Officer Felter.

“Hi, Mallory,” she said. “Where’s your dad?”

As I led her into the living room, I heard another siren in the distance. Officer Felter went down on one knee next to Dad.

“The lady on the phone wanted me to put him on his side, but I couldn’t,” I told her.

“That’s so he doesn’t choke if he throws up,” she said. “Now that I’m here, we can both keep a close eye on him and turn him over if we have to. The ambulance crew might want to do some stuff that’ll be easier if he’s on his back.”

It sounded like two sirens mixed together out there, and they were getting close. “Go let them in,” said Officer Felter.

The ambulance was just pulling into the driveway as I opened the door. The siren cut off, but the lights kept flashing. Another police vehicle was right behind them, this one a county sheriff deputy’s car. The ambulance pulled around by the porch steps, and the passenger side door opened. Jason Hanson dropped to the ground, wearing a heavy reflective coat with EMS across the back. The driver was a woman I couldn’t quite recognize through the window, and she looked like she was writing something down.

Jason opened the side door of the ambulance and pulled out a big red bag. “Lead the way,” he told me. As he climbed the steps the woman got out, wearing a coat just like Jason’s. I recognized her then; her name is Tina Spisak and she just graduated high school last spring. She’s thin and medium height with pale skin and blonde hair. She was just in the newspaper last week because she passed her license test and became the town’s newest volunteer EMT. A policeman got out of the sheriff deputy’s car and followed us into the house.

As we entered the living room, Officer Felter moved out of the way to make room for the EMTs. “His breathing is pretty shallow, Jason,” she said.

Jason knelt down on the carpet. It was like watching a stranger. This wasn’t the carefree, relaxed Jason Hanson I knew, always smiling and telling jokes. This Jason was all business. He laid his fingers on the side of my dad’s neck. “Tina,” he said, “I need an NPA. Side pouch of the bag. Then dig in the big compartment and get me the O2 bottle and a BVM.”

While the young woman reached into the big red bag, Jason leaned in close to my dad’s ear. Digging his knuckles into Dad’s chest, he rubbed vigorously and shouted “DAN!” Dad groaned and shifted a little, but didn’t open his eyes. Tina handed him a little pouch filled with rubber tubes of different sizes, then started rummaging in the bag again. Jason selected one of the objects, laid it on the side of dad’s face for a second, and nodded. He tore open a squeeze packet from the pouch, smeared a clear, jelly-like goop on the tube, then slid it into Dad’s right nostril. Dad groaned again, but he still didn’t wake up. Jason pushed the tube in as far as it would go.

“What’s that?” I wanted to know. I was getting scared again.

“It’s a nasal airway,” said Jason. Tina was giving him a big bulb-shaped thing with a mask attached, and messing with the valves on an oxygen tank. Jason’s hands never stopped moving as he spoke. “It’ll keep his tongue off the back of his throat so we can breathe for him.”

He placed the mask over Dad’s mouth and nose, then squeezed the big bulb. I could see Dad’s chest rise when he did it. Tina leaned over and attached a plastic hose to the bag, then turned a valve on the oxygen tank. Jason squeezed the bulb again, and with his other hand he pulled the radio from his belt. He pressed the button and spoke into it, but got no answer. “Too far from the tower,” he muttered.

“Sandy,” he said, glancing over his shoulder at Officer Felter, “would you go help Tina get the cot? And Tina, while you’re out there, use the rig radio to get dispatch on the horn and tell them we need an ALS intercept started from the closest facility – probably Lake Region, from where we’re sitting. I’m pretty sure he’ll have to be intubated, so we need a paramedic. Make sure you bring the soft cot when you come in; we’re gonna have to lift him.” The two women left the room.

“Mallory,” Jason said to me, “do you know what your dad was drinking?” I shook my head.

“Do you know where we might be able to find it?”

“I think his office.” I pointed at the hallway. “Down there, first door on the right.”

The sheriff’s deputy scooted down the hall and disappeared into the office.

“Does he drink a lot?” asked Jason.

“I don’t think so,” I told him. “I’m pretty sure he was a few nights ago, but I’ve never seen it before then.”

Tina and Officer Felter were rolling the ambulance cot into the living room, and Chief Moen was with them in his street clothes. At the same time, the deputy came out of Dad’s office carrying a bottle of what I think was whiskey. It was maybe three quarters of the way empty. In his other hand he had a crumpled brown paper bag and a receipt.

“He bought it today, up in Perham,” the deputy said.

“And he drank that much of it already?” said the chief, shaking his head.

“Mallory, did he seem drunk when you got home this evening?” asked Jason.

“I don’t think so,” I said. “He was walking normal and I couldn’t smell anything.”

“Then he drank all that in the past few hours. Tina, what direction is our intercept coming from?”

The young woman spoke for the first time. “Lake Region.”

“You got that soft cot for me?”

She reached down onto a shelf below the headrest on the big cot and pulled out what looked like a canvas sheet with handles. The EMTs and the police officers rolled Dad onto his side, stuffed it under him, then rolled him back onto it. They all gathered around and grabbed the handles, Jason counted to three, and together, they lifted him onto the big cot. Jason had Tina keep squeezing the bulb while he and the cops buckled Dad in. Jason switched the oxygen hose from the tank they’d brought in with the bag to one that was under the headrest of the cot, and turned the knob. He put the first tank and the loose stuff back into the red bag, zipped it, and slung it over his shoulder.

He looked over at Chief Moen. “I need a driver, Jeff,” he said. “I’m gonna want an extra set of hands in the back until we intercept with the medic.”

“I figured; that’s why I came out,” said Chief Moen.

“Okay, let’s go. Mallory, follow along behind me here.” He turned his eyes to me as we headed for the door with the cot. “By the way, where’s your mom?”

“At Grandma’s. They won’t answer the phone at this hour, though. Grandma turns off the ringer.”

“Well, I’m sure Officer Felter will try to track her down,” he said as we stepped out into the cold night air. “Meanwhile, call Lisa. Tell her to come get you, and get a bag of whatever you’ll need for school tomorrow. You can stay at our place overnight or till your mom comes for you; whichever.”

“Better yet, I’ll call Lisa, and drive Mallory to your place,” said Officer Felter. “Then I’ll go out after her mom.”

“Works for me. Thanks, Sandy,” said Jason. He and Chief Moen held up the end of the cot as the legs retracted, then pushed it into the ambulance. I heard it click into place. Jason climbed in, beckoning Tina to follow.

“We’re going to Lake Region, Jeff,” he said. “Get ahold of the intercept right away and tell them it’s probable alcohol poisoning, patient responsive to pain only, good pulse but inadequate respirations and we’re bagging to compensate. Let’s roll.”

Chief Moen slammed the back doors shut, trotted around to the driver’s side, and a moment later the ambulance pulled away. As it turned onto the highway, the siren started.

Suddenly I was shaking all over. I put my arms around myself and squeezed tight. That afternoon at Megan’s house I’d felt so grown up, but now I felt like a little kid again – small, scared, and alone.

On to Chapter Twelve!