Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

The Story Thus Far

Chapter One: Mallory Kalvornek and her lover Julie Hanson have returned to Bronning, Minnesota, for the first time in years to catch up with friends and family. Meanwhile, their old friend (and occasional sex partner) paramedic Nettie Hastings fights to save a life, her lover Hannah drops by with an unexpected surprise, Terry Wilder grapples with writer’s block… and two little girls living in a trailer park named Heather and Gina are being carefully observed by a hidden stranger.

Chapter Two: Mallory and Julie get together at Nettie’s home with Nettie and her lover Hannah, Nettie’s friend Terry Wilder, Terry’s teen daughter Halee, and Mallory and Julie’s friend (and occasional sex partner) Cindy. Gossip is exchanged, memories shared, and an unexpected attraction between Mallory and Terry Wilder reveals itself. Meanwhile, the mother of the two trailer park girls Heather and Gina goes out for a night on the town, oblivious to the presence of the man spying on her home.

Chapter Three: At Nettie’s place, Nettie and Hannah leave the others to indulge in a bit of romantic pleasure, while Julie and her old friend Cindy get it on with Terry’s teen daughter Halee. As for Mallory, she has repaired to Terry’s place for one of her occasional bouts of heterosexual action. Appetites are indulged, confidences shared. Meanwhile, Heather and Gina are abducted from their trailer home by a mysterious and very scary man.

Chapter Four: Mallory, Julie, Nettie, Hannah and Cindy hit the woods for a day of fishing, to be followed by a night of camping. Halee prepares a for what promises to be a thrilling video hookup with her friend Bethany. And sisters Heather and Gina are in the custody of the mysterious stranger, who seems bent on turning them into quivering, terrified wrecks.

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by Rachael Yukey

On and on we’re charging to the place so many seek
In perfect synchronicity of which so many speak
We feel so close to heaven in this roaring heavy load
And then in sheer abandonment we shatter and explode
Judas Priest, 1986

The tent was a big one, large enough to accommodate the three twin-sized air mattresses they’d brought. Sleeping bags and piles of blankets were lined up around the edges of the tent; it would be getting down into the high 40s that night.

Cindy sprawled onto the mattress furthest from the tent flap, pulling out her phone as the two couples piled in behind her. Her hands trembling in anticipation, Julie zipped the tent shut. Nettie guided Hannah to the mattress at the opposite end, pulling her lover down and into a long, slow, sensuous kiss.

Mallory and Julie settled themselves onto the center mattress, sitting cross-legged and watching Hannah and Nettie’s leisurely osculation, holding hands. Cindy slid over to join them, coming to rest beside Mallory and squeezing her hand. The three of them enjoyed the view for awhile, but their attention was gradually diverted towards each other. After a few minutes of subtle scooting around, they were situated in a tight little three-way circle, hands joined.

“God, I’ve missed this,” Julie murmured.

“Yeah, me too,” whispered Mallory. “Pity Emma couldn’t make it, though.”

“I did call her when you said you were coming,” said Cindy, keeping her own voice low. “But she’s in the middle of a big project at work. Still…” disengaging her hand from Julie’s, she plucked her phone from the mattress and held it aloft. “Maybe she can kinda be here.”

She shifted her gaze to the next mattress over, where nothing appeared to have changed. Hannah was lying full-length atop Nettie, their mouths crushed together. Nettie’s hands were firmly clamped to Hannah’s ass.

“Hey, girls?” Cindy ventured. Disengaging their faces from each other with some reluctance, Hannah and Nettie turned their heads in her direction.

“Need something?” asked Nettie.

“Is it cool if we invite an extra to the party virtually?”

“Would it by any chance be Emma?”

“It would!”

“I’m good with it,” said Nettie. “Hannah?”

“Oh, absolutely! You guys have talked so much about her, I feel like I know her already.”

“Great,” said Nettie, her left hand cupping Hannah’s cheek and turning her head back to center. “Now where were we?” Cindy, already prepared for the moment, stabbed at her phone.

A moment later a delicate-featured brunette appeared on her screen, sprawled in an armchair. “Hey, lady,” said Emma, giving a small wave with the hand that wasn’t holding her phone aloft.

“That’s ladies, plural,” said Cindy, smushing herself alongside Julie and Mallory and zooming to encompass the three of them.

Emma’s face split into a huge smile. “Oh, I should have known. Hi girls!”

“Hey!” said Julie.

“How’re you doing?” Mallory chimed in.

“I’d be better if I was with you guys. But everyone’s working through the weekend, because we’re behind schedule on this goddamn network install. And the client keeps changing parameters; I had to redesign half the system today. Hope you girls are having more fun than that.”

“It’s been a good day!” said Julie. “And now it’s starting to get a little spicy, so CIndy was thinking maybe you’d want in on the fun from a distance.”

Emma grinned. “Cindy’s a good thinker.”

Just then a whimper issued forth from the next mattress over.

“Uh—that wasn’t one of you, was it?” said Emma. “What’re you guys doing, watching porn?”

“Well—kinda.” said Cindy, and the three of them started giggling. From the side a snort of laughter erupted that could only have come from Hannah. “Nettie’s here with us, and she brought her girlfriend. They can’t keep their hands off each other.”

She turned the phone, tilting it down to display Hannah still lying atop Nettie, but now with their legs intertwined. It looked as if a little well-aimed friction was starting to take place. The two women twisted their heads around to look toward the camera.

“Nettie!” Emma exclaimed. “Oh, God, how are you?!”

***

A chime issued forth from a laptop speaker, and the girl on the bed reached over and tapped a key. The screen sprang to life, an image of a girl’s bedroom appearing. Centered in that image was a bed, the pink–on-white coverlet folded all the way to the foot. Lounging against a stack of pillows, willowy legs splayed out across a floral-patterned sheet, was a red-haired girl in her early teens. A wholesome image, perhaps—if the lovely redhead hadn’t been wearing a sheer, pale-yellow negligee that left almost nothing to the imagination.

A grin stretched across Halee’s face as she admired the view, but it wasn’t entirely a genuine one. Her guts were churning, and it was everything she could do to tamp down her anxiety. She had eschewed a top entirely, the budding nubs of her breasts on full display. So were the scars from her gunshot wounds a couple of months ago—and that was kind of the point. Thus far she hadn’t allowed Bethany to see her topless, because of those scars. It was one thing with Nettie, or with her sister Naomi, but right then she couldn’t bear to let anyone else see them, especially Bethany. She wanted to be perfect for Bethany.

Bethany understood her reluctance, and assured her that it was all right, and to take all the time she needed, but also told Halee she had nothing to worry about. After spending half the day debating this with herself, Halee decided it was time for the act of trust. Bethany deserved that much. Hence, all she had on below was a pair of back panties, sheer enough to be practically transparent, with gothic designs etched in relief on the waistband. She hoped that would be alluring enough to set off those hideous scars.

Bethany’s eyes widened as she leaned forward, peering intently at her laptop screen. Halee willed herself not to squirm under the girl’s scrutiny.

Slowly, Bethany’s mouth widened into a smile. “Look at you,” she murmured.

Halee rolled her eyes. “Look at me. I’m a pincushion for Edward Scissorhands.”

“Halee—you’re the most beautiful thing in the whole wide universe. Thanks for this.”

Halee glanced down at her midsection. “You don’t think it looks gross?”

Bethany shook her head vehemently, red hair flying. “I think you’re beautiful, and I think you’re brave. Those are both things that turn me on.”

The tightness in Halee’s belly loosened, just a little. She gave a small, hesitant smile. “That’s my mission in life, you know. Turning you on.”

“Your tits are getting me so hot, I wish I could reach out and grab them.”

Halee cupped the slight swell of her breasts. She didn’t think they were much to look at, but then, Bethany really wasn’t any more developed, and she thought her friend’s tits were gorgeous. She brought her thumbs up to circle the swollen tips.

She shivered deliciously. “My nipples are so hard for you,” she murmured.

On her laptop screen, Bethany was stroking her belly over the nearly translucent negligee. “Can I see up close?” she breathed.

***

Doing her best to ignore the heat rising from her aching cunt, now pressed firmly against Nettie’s thigh, Hannah turned her gaze to Cindy’s phone, eyebrows lifting in appreciation of what she saw. The women she’d spent the day with were all beautiful, but when Julie described Emma as “the prettiest of us all”, she hadn’t been kidding. The woman was an absolute knockout, straight brown hair framing features reminiscent of a China doll.

“I’m doing amazing right here at the moment, Emma,” Nettie murmured, indicating the woman atop her with an almost feral grin. “This is Hannah. Say hi, Hannah.”

Hannah waved at the phone. “Hello, Emma. I’ve been hearing these amazing stories about the Pussy Posse all day long! It’s nice to finally meet the fourth member.”

Nettie chose that moment to shift positions slightly, causing Hannah’s last two words to come out as a breathy gasp.

The corners of Emma’s mouth turned up. “Looks to me like you’re fitting right in,” she observed.

“Oh, that’s me—always the chameleon,” Hannah murmured, shuddering as Nettie’s thigh moved again, deliberately this time.

“Hey,” said Emma, “how come the camera is suddenly all over the place?”

Hannah shifted her gaze from Cindy’s phone—which was indeed now shifting about in an unsteady hand—to the woman attached to the arm that held it aloft. Cindy and Mallory were engaged in some light kissing, lips teasing, tongues darting out and then disappearing again. Julie was nuzzling Mallory’s neck, leaving kisses and little love bites in her wake.

Cindy disengaged, looking sheepish. “Hold on,” she said.

Extracting a lightweight tripod from beneath a sleeping bag, she mounted the phone to it, unfolded the legs, and zoomed to encompass the action taking place on both mattresses. The whole setup was so unbelievably hot that Hannah could no longer contain herself. She rocked her hips forward, grinding against Nettie’s leg. Nettie sucked in her breath through clenched teeth, thrusting her own pelvis in turn.

Julie was behind Mallory now, kissing across the back of her neck, gently tracing the curvature of her lover’s breasts beneath the sweatshirt. Mallory’s head was tilted forward chin to chest, her eyes closed, her breathing shallow.

“Nice view!” Emma exulted.

***

Bethany traced both index fingers up the insides of her thighs, shivering deliciously. Halee’s bare chest now dominated Bethany’s laptop screen, and she was teasing her nipples with the fingers of both hands. Shallow, unsteady breathing emerged from the laptop speakers. Bethany closed her eyes for a moment; the sounds of Halee’s arousal were even more intoxicating than the view.

But only for a moment. She stared raptly at the screen, intent on burning the image in her brain. Her gaze was drawn momentarily to the bullet wound immediately below the right breast, still recent enough that it was only now fading to a dull pink. Her heart cried out for Halee’s suffering, and how close she’d come to death. If things had gone just a little bit different, I’d never even have known what I missed.

But Halee had survived, clinging to life with her bare hands while Nettie and others worked feverishly to save her. This thought, and her own witnessing of the girl’s courageous efforts to put the horror behind her and move forward, kicked Bethany’s already considerable arousal up to the next level. As her fingers stopped just short of her now-gooey center, a small moan escaped her. It was all she could do to hold back.

“You like ‘em?” Halee breathed from the other end, bringing her chest even closer to the screen.

“You have no idea,” Bethany got out, a slight tremor to her voice. “But now I wanna see all of you again.”

“Copy that.” The image zoomed out, revealing Halee still sprawled on the bed, still stroking her tits with the hand that wasn’t operating the remote.

A smile touched the corner of Bethany’s lips. “That’s not all of you… there’s a certain something blocking my view.”

Lightly trailing her fingertips down her sides, Hales hooked both thumbs beneath the waistband of her panties. She slowly hitched one side down a little, then the other. Lifting her butt just enough to pull them free of her backside, she brought her knees up, baring herself one slow inch at a time.

“I can’t see all of you, either, girl,” Halee pointed out as the filigreed undergarment slid past her knees.

Pulling the drawstring that held the yellow negligee taut around her upper body, Bethany sat forward and allowed the sheer fabric to slide down her arms. Freeing her hands, she cupped her barely-formed breasts, thumbs delicately flicking her nipples.

“Mmmmm,” murmured Halee, “I never get tired of that view.” Flashing a wicked grin, she stuck her feet straight into the air, panties stretched wide between them then tucked both knees into her chest.

Bethany sucked in her breath at the unobstructed view of her long-distance lover’s cunt and anus. Halee’s slit was glistening with moisture. “Ooh, you are one seriously naughty girl,” she said.

Halee responded by slipping her panties the rest of the way off, casually tossing them toward the laptop screen. She spread her knees wide apart. “Now can you see everything?” she said in a husky voice.

Bethany took in a deep breath, allowing herself the fantasy that she was smelling Halee’s wet cunt instead of hers. “I can see how juicy you are,” she replied. “Wanna see how wet I am?”

“Oh, bring it on!” Halee exclaimed, her voice humming with excitement.

***

Emma Fronning took a sip of her wine cooler, shifting a little in her chair as she watched the scene unfold. She’d switched the Google Meet connection from phone to laptop, so she could see and be seen with both hands free. On her screen she watched that smoking-hot red-haired lady roll off of Nettie until the two women were lying side-by-side, scrabbling to remove their jeans. Once they were down to their underwear below the waist, Hannah climbed back aboard and began to move at once, sliding up and down Nettie’s stretched-out body, working up a delicious friction.

In the foreground, Cindy had returned to the little three-way circle after getting the tripod set up. She and Mallory were sharing a passionate kiss. Julie was behind Cindy, nuzzling the back of her neck as she’d done with Mallory moments ago, reaching around to dip her hands under the shirt, caressing the full, firm mounds beneath.

Emma felt the heat rise within her, surprised by its intensity. In more recent years she’d felt as if her lesbian tendencies were fading. When she dated at all, it was nearly always men. Not that she had much time for that these days. Between a demanding job designing large computer networks and a full-time classload in hopes of a shift from networking to software development, Emma was a busy lady. It struck her that she hadn’t had sex, straight or gay, in over a year.

But now, watching her erstwhile sisters with benefits getting it on in a dimly lit tent, and those two beautiful women humping in the background, her thirst for pussy was back with a vengeance. Her breath was becoming ragged, her nipples achingly stiff. She felt her panties dampening, and welcomed it. “Tell me how Cindy’s tits feel, Julie,” she heard herself say.

Julie’s eyes flicked to the phone mounted on its tripod, a wicked glint in her eyes. “Full, firm and luscious,” she said in a low, sexy voice. “And her nipples. They’re so goddamn hard! Like they’re going to poke holes right through her shirt. Here, let me give ‘em a little twist…”

Whatever Julie did caused Cindy to disengage her mouth from Mallory’s and moan, “Fuck!”

“Where do you think you’re going?” growled Mallory, placing a hand on the back of Cindy’s head and pulling her into another heated kiss.

Emma’s hands were under the fuzzy pajama top she wore, scissoring her own nipples between thumbs and forefingers. She couldn’t remember ever feeling this close to orgasm before her pussy had been touched.

Mallory and Cindy came up for air, Mal craning her head to peer at the phone. “Tell us about your tits, Em,” she said.

“I’ll do you one better,” said Emma, tugging the pajama top over her head and tossing it aside, exposing her small yet perfectly shaped breasts with their dark brown areolas for all to see. She was grinding her bottom into the chair, sending hard, sharp twinges of pleasure coursing through her body. Her panties were soaked straight through, and she’d have to change into a fresh pair of pajamas when this was over. Not that she gave a damn.

A glance at the laptop screen told Emma that all eyes were on her. Even Nettie and Hannah had craned their necks in her direction, although they hadn’t paused in their activities… in fact, they were moving in a frenzied fashion now, sweat glistening on their faces and gasps of pleasure escaping their lips.

With a lascivious smile, Emma stood up and shoved her pajama bottoms, underwear and all, to the floor, then kicked them across the room..

***

Halee played her fingers restlessly across her thighs as Bethany slowly opened her legs, revealing a dark wet spot on the front of her yellow panties. So sheer was the material that the moisture rendered it semi-translucent; the girl’s smooth-shaven labia and protruding clitoral hood enticingly visible.

“That is so damn hot,” murmured Halee.

“Does it make you wanna touch yourself?”

“It makes me want you to touch me.” Halee’s voice was now just barely above a whisper.

“Soon,” the redhead assured her. “So soon. But right now… your hand is my hand. I’m touching you in my mind, even if I can’t be there to touch you right now. And right now, I want you to use my hand to open your pussy for me.”

Halee let out a low moan as she spread her slippery labia wide, treating Bethany to an uninhibited view of her dripping hole. Every nerve ending was on fire, all her senses alive. “Oh, God,” she murmured.

Bethany waggled her fingers at the screen. “If this was your hand,” she murmured, “what would it do?”

“I’d feel you, right over the top of your panties.” Halee was stroking the outside of her labia, creating a light yet divine friction against her clit. Her voice came out shaky and high-pitched. “Cause I want to feel how wet you’re making them.”

Bethany’s hands crept down her belly, fingers spreading across the sodden fabric. She thrust her hips forward and gasped. “Oh! Oh God… so wet. Even more than I thought.”

“I want my hand to be dripping with your juices,” said Halee.

“You won’t believe how wet it’s getting! How wet is my hand?”

Halee held up her slippery fingers for inspection. “Gooey wet.”

Bethany was still stroking herself over the top of her panties, applying more pressure. The dark stain was spreading. Her hips were beginning to pump. “Oh, Halee… my fingers want to play with your clit so fucking bad…”

Halee slipped a finger between her folds, letting out a long, low moan as she found the hard nub of what proved to be a very engorged clitoris.

***

Nettie wished the phone was a little bit closer, or at least that someone had brought something with a bigger screen. She hadn’t seen Emma since they were practically still kids, and dear God had she ripened into a hottie! Emma was standing, her nude body on full display, kicking away a pair of pajama pants. Hannah was watching too, and moving atop Nettie even more frantically, breath huffing in her lover’s ear.

The pressure of Hannah’s thigh against her cunt was churning out ever-intensifying waves of pleasure. Nettie began to moan, no longer able to hold it in. The thought flitted through her mind that this was how she and Hannah had first brought each other to orgasm. Perhaps this would always be a special thing for them.

On the screen, Emma had seated herself again, legs splayed wide, the juicy labia and soft brown hair of her cunt on full display. The three women on the neighboring mattress also had their eyes glued to the phone screen. They were squished together in a tight row with Mallory in the middle, far enough to one end of the mattress that they didn’t block Nettie and Hannah’s view of the phone.

Cindy had an arm around Mallory’s waist, and although she couldn’t see it, Nettie was pretty sure her hand was down the front of the shorter woman’s pants. Mallory’s left hand was in Julie’s lap, and from the angle there was no ambiguity about what her hand was up to.

On the screen, Emma slipped a hand down between her legs, letting out a rapturous sigh as she eased a finger between the folds of that beautiful pussy. All at once a host of images, shockingly vivid, tore through Nettie’s mind. These same women in girlish bodies, naked or close to it, touching, kissing, driving one another to pleasure. And herself. A much younger, eleven-year-old Nettie, a part of that circle, being made love to, and making love in her turn.

For a moment she went numb, all sensation lost as the sudden rush of long-suppressed memory threatened to overwhelm her. Then Julie let out a low wail, and another detail from the distant past thrust itself upon her—that same cry escaping the lips of a younger version of Julie, in response to something Nettie had done with her fingers all those years ago. So vivid was the memory, she could actually feel the slickness of Julie’s pussy, the clitoris a hard little button beneath her fingers.

And that was all it took. Suddenly her own cunt was pulsating against Hannah’s thigh, her body tensing almost painfully as scream after scream was torn from her mouth. The raw intensity of her orgasm seemed to be infectious, because moments later Hannah was gripping her shoulders for dear life, letting out a single keening wail as her own climax came calling.

They both collapsed, sweaty and spent, clinging to one another. It took a few moments for Nettie to become aware they were being observed. Three heads had swiveled around to watch their final moment of passion, while on the phone screen Emma was leaning forward in her chair, fingers still mashed between her labia, her body rigid.

Nettie drew in a deep breath, shaken straight to the core. A swarm of heretofore suppressed remembrances were buzzing around in her head, all the more vivid now that her sexual fervor had passed. Her hands began to tremble, and she clenched them into tight fists. She most likely had a sleepless night ahead, but decided right then that nobody needed to know about it but her.

Managing to summon up a grin, Nettie put on her best air of nonchalance. “What’s the matter—haven’t any of you ever seen a couple of chicks come together?”

***

Bethany pressed down harder against the front of her sodden undies, shuddering and groaning at the sensation as her fingertips continued their slow circular motion. “Oh, God, Halee, this feels so fucking good. I love being touched through my panties.”

Halee was moving a finger up and down between her labia, her breath hitching. “I—I can’t wait—to touch—oh, holy fuck.”

The time for teasing was over. Bethany picked up the pace, her hips moving in short thrusts. “Oh, Halee,” she moaned, “you’re so beautiful, and this feels so damn good.”

“Does your hand want to fuck me?” Halee gasped. “Cos I really n-need to get fucked right about now—”

“My hand so wants to fuck you, you gorgeous, sexy—oh—oh my God—” The sensations emanating from Bethany’s center were escalating rapidly, and she knew her release was but moments away. On the laptop screen, Halee slid a finger into herself, then another. Her hand pumped furiously, gooshy wet sounds issuing from Bethany’s computer speaker. Halee continued to grind her clit with the other hand, going, “Uh, uh, uh, uh,” with every breath.

Just as she was about to teeter over the edge, Bethany shoved her panties aside, thrusting a single finger deep inside. “Halee, I’m—I’m coming!” she screamed, then went off like a volcano—hips pumping, head bobbing, crying out over and over as she rode wave after delicious wave.

“Oh, God,” she heard Halee moan. Her own climax subsiding, Bethany refocused her gaze on the laptop screen. Halee’s fucking hand was practically a blur, while the fingers of the other hand ground into her clit with an equal fury. “Oh, Bethany,” the dark-haired girl croaked. “Fuck, that was hot—oh God—oh fuck—”

And then Halee doubled over, hair falling down across her face as her own explosive climax kicked in. She shivered and shook, then finally went limp, slumping over to one side.

A long pause, then a grinning Bethany murmured, “Guess you came that time, huh?”

Halee gave a weak snort of laughter. “Oh, maybe…”

***

“Fuck yourself for us, Emma,” said Mallory, eyes fixed on the cell phone screen. Julie reflected with wry amusement that some things never changed. When it came to sexual situations involving more than two people, Mallory always seemed to take charge. And everyone involved always did what she said.

On her end of the connection, Emma drew in a long, deep breath as she ever so slowly slid two fingers inside herself. When her palm made contact with her clit, she whimpered.

Julie had a hand tucked into Cindy’s panties, fondling the policewoman’s prominent clitoris with fingers still wet from Cindy’s juicy cunt. Mallory, impatient with the denim barrier, had practically ripped Julie’s jeans from her body. Julie had a blanket thrown over her lap against the chill, and Mallory’s hand worked furiously beneath it. Julie was lightly biting the insides of her cheeks, trying to keep from moaning in time with the waves of pleasure. She wanted to hear every sweet gasp, sigh and moan issuing from the cellphone speaker.

Cindy, too, seemed to be holding back, her explosive gasps fetching up against pursed lips as she shivered with pleasure. Mallory had rebuffed Cindy’s attempts to slide a hand beneath the waistband of her panties, intent on being the last to come. After all, no one argued with Mallory in bed. But Julie could see out of the corner of her eye that her lover was rhythmically squeezing her thighs together, lips quivering. It was Mallory’s favored method of driving herself into an ecstatic frenzy. She couldn’t quite reach orgasm that way, but within seconds of someone touching her, she would go off like a hydrogen bomb.

Hannah and Nettie, their passion already spent, were snuggled up together, their attention laser-focused on the cellphone screen. Julie noticed an odd, distant look in her cousin’s eyes, but chalked it up to a post-orgasmic daze.

Emma was slowly sliding her fingers in and out, eyes rolling in a way that seemed almost comic. “Oh, God, I needed this,” she murmured.

“Has your clit b-been feeling lonely?” Mallory panted, her thighs still tightening and releasing.

“So lonely!” Emma gasped. “I haven’t—oh God—gone to bed with anyone—oh, holy hell—in like a year and half—OH!”

“Whoa—really?” Cindy’s jaw was hanging open.

“Really—oh Jesus.”

“Give that poor neglected clitoris some love, Emma,” Mallory commanded. “Rub it for us.”

Emma sent her right hand down her belly and over her vulva, behind the hand she was using to finger-fuck herself. And when Emma thrust her pelvis forward with a sharp cry, it was obvious where those fingers had gone.

Julie felt herself hurtling towards the peak, her nerve endings in overdrive as the stirrings in her groin intensified. “Oh!” she yelped, no longer able to hold it in. “Oh, oh, oh, OHHHHH!” An orgasm claimed her, pussy spasming wildly, the finger she was using to stimulate Cindy’s clit doubling in speed almost of its own accord.

Julie maintained that pace as her orgasm subsided, aware that all eyes had shifted in her direction. Cindy was starting to lose control as well, soft cries escaping barely parted lips as she laid her head on Julie’s shoulder. Julie buried her face in Cindy’s hair, nuzzling softly as she reached for Mallory’s hand. She laced her fingers with those of her partner, reveling in the slick juices that coated them.

Cindy screamed, then screamed again. She pressed her thighs together, trapping Julie’s hand between them. She let out one more howl, then subsided. Recognizing the moment, Julie removed her hand, using the arm to pull Cindy even more tightly to her.

“God, that was b-beautiful,” said Emma, her voice crackling from the speaker, and everyone turned their attention to the screen. Both Emma’s hands were moving with wild abandon. Her breath came in short, harsh gasps. “I’m g-gonna come, guys,” she grunted. Uh—oh God, I’m gonna come. I’m coming—”

Her jaw clenched tightly, Emma twisted her head to one side, then the other, hair flying, breath hissing through gritted teeth. Finally she was still, lounging in her chair, her lips widening into a beatific smile.

Suddenly aware of shuddering breaths to her left, Julie turned to her partner. Mallory’s eyes were unfocused, her forehead sweat-shiny. She was still squeezing her thighs together—flex, release, flex, release.

A smile touched the corner of Julie’s lips. “Need anything, Mal?”

“Yeah. I—I need someone to stick their head under th-this blanket and lick me. I don’t care who.”

“Pick me, pick me!” Cindy was bobbing her head, doing a credible imitation of Donkey from the first Shrek film. Not waiting for an invitation, she lifted the edge of the blanket and disappeared under it head first. Mallory lay back, folding both hands behind her head, a satisfied smirk on her lips.

Moments later, Cindy’s hand and arm appeared, holding Mallory’s panties aloft. “Wettest undies ever!” her muffled voice proclaimed. Julie snatched the sodden undergarment and pressed it to her face, breathing in deeply. Tossing it aside, she nestled in beside her partner and began nuzzling her cheek.

The bulge of Cindy’s head appeared where the fork of Mallory’s thighs would be, and Mal began to moan. “Oh. Oh, oh oh. OH!” Julie was now nibbling her ear, which never failed to drive Mallory wild.

It didn’t take long; Mallory had clearly pushed herself right to the edge. She was screaming, thrashing, shuddering violently. Then her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she went utterly still.

***

“The ambulance director thing will be good for Dad,” Halee was saying. “I think he’s struggling to get any writing done. He hasn’t said anything, but he’s in and out of his office like a human jack-in-the-box—he doesn’t sit and write for hours like he used to. And I know he hasn’t had anything published in a long-ass time. I think he needs something to keep him busy that doesn’t involve words on paper.”

“I hope it helps him,” said Bethany. “Your dad seems like a good guy.” The two thirteen-year-old girls, lazy in the wake of spent passion, were lounging on their beds, catching each other up on the events of the past few days as they gazed at each other on their laptop screens.

“I can’t wait for you to be here,” said Halee. “It seems like such a long time.”

“But you know it’s not,” said Bethany. “I’m excited too, but it’s only a few more weeks. Still, I can’t wait for you to show me around.”

“I know Johnstown pretty well,” said Halee. “We could make a day of it, walk all over. I’ll show you everything.”

“Halee—” Bethany’s voice was hesitant, uncertain.

“What’s up?”

“When I get there, do you want to try, ummm—”

“Sounds dangerous, whatever it is,” said Halee, a wicked grin forming.

Bethany colored slightly, then plowed forward. “Maybe it is. I was wondering if you wanted to—to try being girlfriends. You know, like, official and all.”

Halee’s eyes widened. “Are you serious right now?”

“Well—uh—yeah. But if you don’t want to, I mean—maybe I shouldn’t have asked yet. I’m sorry, I—”

Halee shook her head. “No, Bethany! I love it. But why wait till you get here?” She gave her friend a smile that spoke volumes. “How about starting right now?”

***

“It’s just little death,” said Nettie, soothing a nervous Hannah by smoothing her hair. Mallory was coming around now, her head on Julie’s lap, a sleepy smile on her lips. “That’s what the French call the orgasm, y’know—la petite mort. Scared the crap out of me the first time I saw it happen, but it’s kind of Mal’s thing.”

Hannah gave her an amused grin. “And how exactly do you know that?”

Nettie kept her expression neutral with an effort; until ten minutes ago she hadn’t known that. This flood of revived memories blanketed her mind like a shroud. Afternoons at the park with the Pussy Posse. Hours spent listening to records in Jamie Nelson’s attic bedroom. And other things—things that involved a lot less clothing. How was she supposed to process it all?

She was struggling to form a reply when Julie came to the rescue. “Oh, this girl spent a little time with the Posse! She knows things.”

Hannah chuckled. “I am so jealous.”

“We had some good times,” said Emma, drawing all eyes back to the phone screen. She was still lounging in her chair, still deliciously nude. “Speaking of which: Cindy, are you on for August?”

“You bet!” said Cindy. “My PTO request went through. Now that I have my bachelor’s in criminal justice, I think they’re scared I’ll go looking for other jobs.”

“Yeah, congrats on that, by the way,” said Emma. “I so can’t wait for August! But right now I’d better sign off. I have to be on a conference call about this dumb damn network first thing in the morning.”

“Well, thanks for hanging,” said Cindy with a giggle.

“Yeah, that was awesome,” Julie chimed in.

“Love you, hon. We’ll be seeing you soon,” Mallory added.

“Nettie,” said Emma. “It was so great seeing you again. And nice to meet you, Hannah!”

“Likewise,” said Hannah. “Hope we can do it in person sometime.”

“Yeah, good to see you, Em,” said Nettie.

Emma’s image disappeared from the screen. Nettie let her head collapse onto the pillow, turning towards the wall of the tent so no one could see the tears gathering in her eyes. She felt Hannah’s arm wrap around her from behind, a warm body pressing in close.

“Hey,” Hannah’s voice was right in her ear, the barest of whispers. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Nettie murmured back, willing her voice to remain steady. “Just tired.”

***

It feels colder than it really is, Heather Dulcey reminds herself. A longstanding creature of the outdoors, she’s well aware that your body loses its tolerance after awhile. She feels like she’s freezing to death, but judges that the actual temperature isn’t cold enough to kill her, at least not wrapped up in this shitty blanket and sharing body heat with her sister. Just cold enough to make her almost wish she was dead.

Gina seems able to sleep right through it, but Heather isn’t so lucky. The frigid air is redolent of pee, that lovely smell emanating from the far corner of the shed, where the girls have been relieving themselves. The shed itself is dark, ominous, the moonlight casting weird patterns of light between cracks in the siding.

Heather’s body aches from lying in the same position on the cracked concrete floor for too long. She’s considered getting up and walking around the shed, stretching her legs and reviving her circulation, but holds herself in place with a discipline she didn’t know she had. Gina is smaller than her, and will have less resistance to the nighttime temperatures. Is it cold enough to be dangerous to a small girl alone under an inadequate blanket? Heather doesn’t know.

And so she remains in place, enduring the cold and the pain, snuggling her sister spoon-style from behind, sharing her warmth.

Soon to come: Chapter Six!