Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Rainbow Brite

A week later, Annie is at school and I’m cleaning the house. I pause to look down at my left ankle with its new tattoo, and get a warm feeling all over. It’s a little girl angel with tiny wings, seated and wearing a short skirt and high-top stockings with a seductive look on her face. Annie wanted to symbolize how much she loved me by getting a tattoo on her right ankle and letting me choose the design, and this is what I chose for her. But I wanted to do the same to show my love for her, so I had one done on my left ankle. Now, when we are face-to-face in each other’s arms, our angels will be together as well. Now I feel far less jealous about Annie having Chloe as a girlfriend.

As my daughter requested, I’ve gone out of my way to be more passionate when Chloe fucks me. As a result, Chloe has not been as cruel to me lately, although she is still pushes me to the limit. Sometimes she likes to stick things in my ass like big cucumbers and then take pictures. I think somehow she resents me being pregnant, but I can’t figure out why.

She is still rough with me, once almost smothering me with her pussy as she straddled my face, another time caning me instead of spanking me with her hand or a hairbrush. That really, really hurt, but I somehow managed not to scream out loud. My angel Annie would never do anything to really hurt or mark me, and she was furious when she saw the welt marks from the caning on my ass. She read Chloe the riot act for that, with Chloe finally apologizing — to Annie and me both.

As punishment for damaging Annie’s property, she agreed to take a caning herself, which I got to witness. Though I was not allowed to speak during Chloe’s ordeal, I secretly enjoyed seeing her get a taste of her own medicine, watching her shriek and howl the whole time Annie whipped her, knowing that she was unable to take something that I could endure without complaint.

After administering her punishment to Chloe, Annie then took us both to bed, making me lie on my back with legs spread while she straddled my face and let me lick her pussy. She made Chloe go between my legs for the first time and pleasure me — and while I could not see her because of my now-huge baby belly, I certainly understood why Annie liked to fuck her. Chloe’s tongue was very skilled, and I had several intense orgasms from her licking.

To remind me of my place, I was ordered to stand in the corner and watch as Annie then ravished Chloe. I got a secret thrill knowing that Annie was kissing lips that were sticky with my pussy juices. Unable to help myself, I quietly slipped a hand my legs to rub my clit as I watched, but Annie spotted me and made me stop just as I was about to come. I groaned, but was allowed no relief as they ground their pussies together savagely until they climaxed.

After Chloe left I made dinner, then Annie and I went to bed early. My angel didn’t want me to pleasure her, she just wanted us to lie together and hold one another. I was thrilled, because it was one of those motherly things I didn’t get to do much these days, just hold my sweet baby close and snuggle with her, and give her an occasional kiss. Although she is my mistress, she’s still my little girl, and moments like these when she uses me for comfort just make me love her all the more.

As we lay there she told me how unhappy she was about how Chloe had hurt me, and asked me to try to be more affectionate to her friend, to see if that would make things better between the two of us. I promised her with all my heart I would.

All my life I’ve been very organized and an excellent planner, and so the next day I make a plan and set it in motion. Annie forgot her cell phone on the counter when she left for school. It’s one of those that can take pictures, and that’s when the idea hits me.

I go into my room and pull out the reddest, sexiest lipstick I have, and paint my lips bright red. Then I take my sweatshirt off and, with the lipstick, draw a heart across the top of each of my breasts. Over the heart on my right breast I write I LUV, and over the heart on the right one I write U CHLOE. Then, using the phone, I take a picture of my decorated chest, my red lips puckered for a kiss, and send the pictures to Chloe’s cell phone at school. It was lunch time around then, so it knew it wouldn’t take long for her to get the message.

Fifteen minutes later, my cell phone rings. It was the school nurse, letting me know that Chloe has a tummy ache. Her mother can’t come to pick her up, so the nurse wants to know if I could come to fetch Chloe instead.

I sigh heavily, like it was an imposition, then reluctantly agree. I pull on my boring pregnancy stretch pants and slip on one of my ex-husband’s white dress shirts — which sets off the red lipstick very dramatically — hop in the minivan, and off I go.

I pick Chloe up at the nurse’s office, and soon we are driving back to the house. She says nothing, just stares at me. I surreptitiously unbutton the first few buttons of the dress shirt so she can see part of the messages on my breasts. Taking a risk, I dare to glance at her, but she doesn’t notice — her eyes are riveted to my chest. I giggle inwardly, for I know right then that I have Chloe right where I want her. I’d worried that she might not appreciate a sub manipulating her this way, even if Annie would have approved.

Once we get in the house with the door closed, Chloe is ripping the shirt off me, buttons flying in every direction. She presses me against the wall, then proceeds to attack my breasts with her mouth. I can’t help myself – my pregnant nipples are hyper-sensitive, and I moan in delight.

“Don’t move,” she warns me. She rips my sandals off, then my pants are down and away. She smothers my belly with her kisses as she works her way down to my wet pussy, and I spread my legs slightly to give her better access. I shudder as her tongue bathes my clit and labia. I feel the baby move – Chloe’s really stirring things up.

Suddenly, she stands up and pulls me with her into the master bedroom. She orders me to undress her, and I obediently I do, then she walks over to a dresser pulls out a pair of handcuffs. As I stand there naked next to the bed, she turns me around so I’m facing the bed and handcuffs my hands behind my back. She then gets onto the bed, standing in front of me so my lips are about even with her nipples.

Grabbing my head in her hands, she pulls my face up to hers and roughly presses her lips against mine, her tongue trying to gain entrance to my mouth. This is a first – Chloe regularly fucks me, but never kisses me. Like a good sub, I don’t immediately open wide, but gradually surrender my mouth as her tongue forces its way in. With her hands squeezing and caressing my defenseless nipples, she kisses me that way for several minutes and I find I am getting quite turned on by it. Very turned on, in fact. I’m feeling passion I’ve never felt before, and this time it’s not by pretending Chloe is my Annie.

“Tell me you want to suck my nipples,” she orders, “But only say it if you mean it. If you’re faking, I’ll know, and I’ll really spank you.” She takes my head in her hands and cradles it so my lips are inches from her left nipple. I know I’m really wet – I can smell my own cunt now.

“Please Chloe,” I beg, “Let me suck your nipples.” I stretch my tongue out and make brief contact, just getting the tip wet but she pulls my head away.

“Call me Mistress,” she commands. I’ve never called her that, because Annie is my mistress. But this seems a day for firsts.

“Please, Mistress,” I beg again, “Let me suck your nipples.”

“Very well, slave, you may,” she replies, and draws my mouth down on her small breast. I suckle, I tease the tip with my tongue, I use my teeth to lightly bite it. She moans, then guides my head over to the other one, and I repeat my performance there.

“You have a wonderful mouth, slave,” she says. She wraps her arms around me in an affectionate hug. It feels wonderful – I can’t believe this is the same Chloe who liked to spank and humiliate me.

“Please Mistress,” I now plead, “Put more lipstick on me, I want to paint your pussy red.” She kisses me deeply, then goes and finds the lipstick in my room and re-applies it for me. Sitting on the bed against the headboard, she props herself up on several pillows so I can more easily reach her and spreads her legs.

“Come to me, slave,” she orders, and I do. Lowering my head, I put red kisses all over her womanly wonders, and soon I’m rewarded with the sound of her passionate cries as she comes. Afterwards, she undoes my handcuffs and, amazingly, we lie together cuddling like Annie and I do sometimes.

I feel immensely satisfied, but then Chloe begins to cry sorrowfully. I don’t know what to say. She waves me away, then sits on the edge of the bed and weeps. It’s as if I am no longer here.

I kneel on the floor in front of the sobbing girl, then as her crying subsides I speak softly to her. “Mistress Chloe, may I ask you a question?”

“Yes, you m-may,” she finally sniffles.

I crawl forward and wrap my arms around her legs in supplication, kissing her feet for good measure before I speak.

“There’s something really bothering you, and I’d like to know what it is if you’ll allow me to.” I move into an upright kneeling position now, and risk looking straight at Chloe. Her expression is not that of a dominatrix; it’s the face of a sad little girl. My heart melts at the sight of this unhappy child. I am a mother, after all.

The girl chokes out in a hoarse voice, “It’s my s-stupid mom. When I come home, she nags me about homework, about cleaning my room, about doing my chores, about all kinds of dumb stuff. She never gives me a hug, never asks ‘how was your day’, or ‘how are you feeling’, just nags at me. When Annie comes home you’re, like, totally there for her, wanting to please her, you never criticize her or anything.” Her lower lip trembles, and I can see that she is struggling to keep from crying again.

Taking a chance at incurring Chloe’s wrath, I slowly rise and sit down on the bed next to her, putting my arms around her and cradling this sad little girl against my chest.

She continues, “And no matter what I do in school, it’s never good enough! I get an A on a test, my mom wants to know why I didn’t get an A plus! You’re not that way with Annie – you’re crazy in love with her, and you want to make her happy. You’ll do anything for her – even have a baby! I g-get so mad sometimes – why can’t my mom can’t be like you? Even a little bit?”

I think for a second at the tremendous praise, then respond, “So that’s why you’ve been so very harsh with me – you’re unhappy with your own mom. I’m sure she loves you, though. No mother could not love such a beautiful girl.”

She looks at me with big wet eyes, with a look that could almost be considered adoring. “You really think I’m beautiful? I mean, would you still fuck me if Annie didn’t make you?”

I swallow nervously, but I cannot lie to her. “Chloe, to tell you the complete truth… at first I didn’t want to, but did so only because Annie made me. You weren’t gentle, and I didn’t like the way you treated me. But now I understand why. Today, you were such a fantastic lover. It was amazing — so amazing that yes, I’d fuck you even if Annie didn’t make me.”

She reaches up and pulls my face to hers, kissing me. It starts off soft and gentle, but from the increasing force I can tell the sad little girl is going away, being replaced by the dominant girl again.

Being cautious, I address her formally now, “Mistress Chloe, will you allow me to make a suggestion?”

“Yes, you may,” she responds with a little edge back in her voice.

“I don’t know your mother very well, but maybe if I could spend some time with her, I could get her to change, be more like me. Will you allow me to try?”

Chloe is silent for a while, thinking about what I said. Then she smiles, and her eyes narrow. She wraps her hand in my long blonde hair and pulls my head back, and I give a little cry in surprise. For a minute, I think I’ve overstepped my boundaries, and am about to be punished.

“Are you really my slave? Will you do anything I say?” she whispers, keeping a firm grip on my hair. It’s uncomfortable, but not painful. One hand slips down and begins to rub my breasts, and I suddenly want — no, I desire her command.

“Yes, Mistress,” I reply, “Anything for you.”

“Then I order you to spend time with my mother, and make her more like you. I expect to see results in two weeks, or there will be consequences.” Her words are threatening, but her voice is gentle. I take a chance and look into her eyes, which so often have been cruel. Now they are filled with affection.

Chloe bends her face to mine and kisses me again, and before we’re through I’ve come twice more, then happily used my tongue to please her pretty pussy and rosebud until for once, she’s begging me to stop.

*****

That evening I dial Chloe’s home, and her mother Holly answers. I introduce myself, explain that since Chloe is Annie’s best friend, I thought it a good idea that she and I get to know each other better. She hesitates at first, then seems to make a decision and invites me over the next morning after the girls leave for the library to study – she’ll even make fresh cinnamon rolls for us. I tell her it sounds wonderful, and get the address from her.

The next morning, Saturday, I put on my tight black denim pregnancy jeans with my prettiest baby pink maternity scoop top that shows my cleavage. It’s got elastic under the breasts to accent my every curve without being slutty. I also have Annie’s permission to put on makeup and tie my hair back in a ponytail. Normally my daughter prefers me without makeup and with my hair down, but Chloe has filled her in on what she wants me to do, so Annie has given me the go-ahead to use every weapon in my arsenal to achieve the goal.

My angel Annie is so excited about my task that at the breakfast table she pulls me into her lap and we enjoy some old-fashioned necking. Before leaving she gets to ‘second base’ with me, and I am left with wet panties and weak in the knees from my lover’s attention.

I leave the house motivated, a woman on a mission. Chloe has given me two weeks – after what my Annie did to me this morning, I give myself two days.

At the door, I am greeted by Holly. She’s a small, lovely woman with pale skin like Chloe’s who appears to be in her late twenties, although Chloe has told me she’s 34. She has short-cropped hair black hair — also like Chloe’s, very cute — and eyes so blue I could swim in them. She’s wearing jean shorts and a t-shirt so I can see her body is shaped like a gymnast’s, in shape but without the hard muscle definition. She leads me into the kitchen, the wonderful smell of cinnamon rolls pervading the air. We sit at the table with coffee.

After making small talk about my baby and home decorating, and praising her delicious cinnamon rolls, I move the conversation to the topic of the day – Chloe.

I tell her how I think Chloe is such a lovely girl, and how much my Annie and I adore her. “She’s such a good student, you must be very proud of her,” I say.

Holly sips her coffee, and a sad smile emerges. It appears she has a lot on her mind, and I’m all ears. She sighs, then tells me her tale.

“She is a wonderful girl, and I am very proud, but I’m afraid these days I don’t tell her often enough. We were very close until she was ten, when her father moved out. He was an airline pilot, I’m a patent attorney at a big firm – between his flying and my long hours, we seldom saw each other – one Saturday morning he told me he had a second wife in the Philippines, and had decided to go live with her, and by Monday he was gone. Chloe changed overnight. She used to be a cheerful child, but her father’s leaving made her sullen and angry. She began to hate him. A week after he left, she built a fire in the fireplace and threw in everything in her room that had a connection to him — toys, jewelry, pictures, everything.

“Meanwhile, I had to be not only an attorney and mom but dad as well. In addition to my job, I had to cook, to clean, and since it was her father’s job to keep at her about her studies and chores, I did that too. I felt like if I let up, she’d start to fail, and I didn’t want that to happen.” She sighed deeply. “As she’s gotten older Chloe has become more and more difficult, and I’ve turned into a real bitch. I’m exhausted all the time, we fight constantly, and we’re not nearly as close as we were when she was little. I really miss that, too. Most days I find myself daydreaming about letting go, just relinquishing responsibility to her, letting her be the boss for once, see how she likes it.” She stopped and sipped her coffee. I could see her eyes tearing up. One hand lay on the table. I reached over and squeezed it gently, and she did not pull away.

“Jesus, look at me,” she laughs at herself and shakes her head, “Some hostess I am. I’m really sorry to burden you with this – I don’t have any siblings or friends to talk to, so it’s good to have a sympathetic ear for once.”

She is silent as I stand up and walk around behind her chair and begin to massage her shoulders. Again, she does not seem to mind the physical contact, and leans forward as I work the knots out of her shoulder blades. The sweet smell of her shampoo is enticing.

I lean forward and kiss the top of her head, then speak in a low tone, “Holly, we all need someone to lean on and listen to once in awhile. Chloe has been such a comfort and support to Annie since Jason and I split, and I’m just happy I can reciprocate.” I slip my hands beneath the t-shirt and run my fingers up and down her bare back, thrilled to see that she isn’t wearing a bra. Her legs spread slightly and she whimpers. This is a woman who clearly needs some loving physical contact.

I start to work on her trapezius muscles, which are very tight. As they begin to give, I murmur, “Holly, you said that you and Chloe used to be close and that you miss that. Forget for a second that you’re in charge and an attorney, and tell me how you really feel about your daughter.”

The massage must be working – her eyes are closed, and the look on her face is blissful. “God, I love her so much, and as she’s grown she’s become so beautiful.” She hesitates, then looks back at me. “Can I trust you with a huge secret about me, something no one should ever know? I shouldn’t tell you, but… I need to discuss this with somebody or I’ll go crazy. You won’t tell anyone, cross your heart?”

I whisper in her ear again, “Cross my heart and hope to die.”

Holly is hesitant, and I can tell that this openness is an enormous deal for her. “Sometimes… I watch Chloe walk around in her underwear, or even naked. I see that beautiful little bottom of hers and I get, er, excited, you know?” Her voice drops to a whisper. “Sexually excited. And – I can’t believe I’m telling you this — there are times when I’m doing laundry when I…oh, no, I just can’t say it.”

“It’s okay, Holly. I won’t judge you, I promise. You need to let this out,” I encourage her as I massage the latissimus dorsi.

Finally she blurts it out, whispering as if someone else besides me will hear her confession. “I take her dirty panties and I… I sniff them. I’ve always been bisexual, but I started thinking more and more about women after my husband left. Then one night, I had a dream about b-being in bed with Chloe and — and doing things with her. Intimate things. And now I can’t stop thinking about her that way! I fantasize about what it would be like to be her… her lover. Are you shocked? You think I’m disgusting, I bet.”

Shocked, no… disgusted, definitely not. On the other hand, I’m dripping wet between my legs, but I don’t tell her that.

“You may find this hard to believe, but I do understand what you’re feeling, Holly.” Then I lean close and, in a conspiratorial manner, whisper, “Show me, Holly. I want to see what you do with Chloe’s panties.” Oh, this is delicious. I stand up and take her by the hand, and she leads me into the laundry room.

There’s a big basket of unwashed laundry sitting on the counter. She draws in a breath and closes her eyes, standing still as if frozen. I think Holly was just beginning to realize what a dangerous confession she’d just made to me. I knew that I had to act boldly, to keep her from panicking.

I stand behind her, pressed up against her as closely as my baby bump allows, and wrap my arms around her, reaching into the laundry basket with one hand and taking a pair of Chloe’s cotton panties out. I hold them to her face. “Is this what you do?”

She inhales deeply. “Y-y-yesss,” she sighs, then takes another deep sniff. Holly’s hands remain hanging at her side. It’s like she’s my puppet – she doesn’t want to do this herself, she wants me to do it for her, as if she is helpless to resist. I sniff them as well, and the oh-so-familiar scent of Chloe’s juices invades my nostrils. What would Holly think if she knew my nose and tongue were no strangers to her young daughter’s pleasure garden?

I whisper to her, “You’re not a freak or a bad person, Holly, you’re a lonely woman living all alone with your beautiful, fuckable little girl – who wouldn’t be tempted?” Again with one hand I hold the panties to her face, and this time as she breathes in the scent I begin to kiss her neck. She moans in delight. “Take them,” I command. Her hand moves up and holds the panties in place while my now-free hand reaches under her t-shirt, and I gently caress her nipples. My other hand reaches down and makes its way through the leg hole in her shorts, and I feel the moist warmth of her cunt soaking her panties. She presses her crotch against my massaging fingers, moaning beneath the cotton.

In a low voice, I continue my seduction, “So, you love her, and want her to love you. But at the same time, and you’ve allowed yourself to become like her father with the badgering about her studies and chores. Seeing as she hates her father, don’t you see how that works against you? You need to let go, Holly. She’s a very responsible and very smart girl. You don’t have to control her. Let it go, Holly. Trust your daughter.”

“Yesss, trussst…” she moans as my message sinks in, while as she continues to grind her cunt against my massaging fingers. I slip them past the leg holes of her panties, and invade her vagina.

“As for your daydream about letting go, relinquishing responsibility and letting her be the boss, it’s not so far-fetched. I’m guessing it may even bring you closer, back more to the way it used to be. To reconnect, you can start off small at first. Little things, a warm hug and kiss when she comes home, asking how her day is, bringing her snacks or drinks or whatever. She may even hug and kiss you back, and then you can hold her close, maybe run your hands down her back, even dare to caress her sweet little bottom. I’ll bet she won’t stop you if you do.”

(This is no lie. One thing I’ve found out about Chloe is that her butt cheeks are her real weakness; if I gently squeeze them while rimming her pink rosebud, she comes very, very quickly.)

“Once you’ve connected physically, you can propose a game with her where she’s the boss for a Saturday, maybe for a whole weekend, and you have to do everything she says – no exceptions. It will be so exciting for you to be totally in her control.” Her breathing is getting erratic – her orgasm is building.

I increase the pace of my fingers as her breathing becomes even shakier. “I’ll tell you a little secret, Holly. Sometimes I play this game with Annie. I can’t tell you how wonderful it is to have someone else in charge, to just let go and be free of responsibilities for a while. She orders me to make love to her, the same kind of things that you want to do to Chloe.”

“Oh, my God,” Holly cries, “do you really do that? Do you lick your little girl, g-go down on her?”

“I do,” I croon, my lips touching her ear. My hand is dripping with the warm nectar from Holly’s cunt. “She’s the most amazing lover, too. Oh, Holly… letting Annie take command over me was the best decision I’ve ever made.”

Her cries of pleasure are growing more intense as I masturbate her. She’s getting closer, almost there…

“You know, sometimes when we play the game I’m naughty on purpose, and Annie has to spank me. It hurts when she does it — but Holly, it feels so good, too; especially afterwards when my angel kisses where it hurts and make it better. Think how it would feel to have Chloe’s lips on your tingly bottom… or nuzzling between your legs, licking your pussy. That’s what Annie does to me sometimes, Holly. She makes love to me, when I’ve been a good girl,” I breathe, “and it’s the nicest experience you can imagine.”

Suddenly she shudders and cries out, clinging to me for support. I turn Holly around to face me and kiss her, my fingers still moving in her vagina as she comes a second time, her ecstatic cries now muffled by my tongue deep in her mouth.

After her orgasm subsides, I lead Holly to her bedroom and lay her down, then stand up to leave.

“Don’t go, please,” she pleads in a small voice, holding her arms out to me.

“I’m sorry sweetie, I have to,” I tell her. “I have to go pick the girls up from the library. And I can’t go all the way with you, Holly… not until Annie gives me permission to.” I take her hand, give it a squeeze. “I do hope that my daughter allows me to be with you someday. You’re very desirable, you know.”

“Th-thank you,” she stammers. “So… you really think I should let Chloe know about — about the feelings I have for her?”

“Yes, I do,” I reply, sitting down next to her. “Something tells me that it’s what she wants from you more than anything — and it will make things so much better between you and your daughter.” I rise to my feet once more. “I’ve really enjoyed our little talk, Holly. Think about what I said, and then call me about what you’re going to do. Whatever you decide, I’ll be on your side, okay? Our girls are such very good friends – I’m hoping you and I will be, too.” I kiss her goodbye, and leave the room before I can give in to the urge to go down on her like I do her daughter.

*****

Back at the house an hour later, I play the voicemail on speakerphone for Chloe and Annie. Holly’s shaky voice is thanking me for coming over and telling me she’s going to take my advice. Both girls have amazed looks on their faces as Chloe’s mother whispers, “I’ve wanted my little girl for so long… I can’t believe that my dream m-might be coming true.”

I kneel before Chloe and tell her, “Your mother adores you… and she’s ready to be yours, if you want her.”

Chloe throws both arms around me, tears of joy in her eyes. “Thank you, thank you, Ms. Beckett. I love you for doing this for me.” She gives me a long, deep kiss.

Annie smiles at her friend. “Just remember, don’t spank her too hard the first time.”

We walk Chloe to our front door, where the overjoyed young girl kisses both of us on the cheek before running out the door, anxious to be with her mother.

Annie turns to me and puts her hand on my cheek. “Momma, you are amazing,” she says. “You’ve outdone yourself — I’m going to have to come up with a special reward for you.”

I’m thrilled beyond words as my sweet angel puts my special silver slave collar and leash on me andleads me to her bedroom.

*****

The next day, Annie and I lie curled naked together in the warmth of our bed, listening for the second time to the new message Chloe has left for us.

“Last night was soooo beautiful,” she whispers, her voice warm with happiness. “Mom told me that she’d do anything for me — anything I wanted!” She pauses, sighs. “I told her that I wanted her to serve me, an’ be my lover… and she said yes!”

Annie rolls on top of me as we listen, her lust ignited by Chloe’s words, taking my mouth in a fiery kiss.

“I told Mom that I’d have to spank her first, ‘cause I had to show her I was boss… then I ordered her to take off all her clothes, and she did, right there in the living room! Oh, and I did what you said, Annie — I gave her an easy spanking the first time, just enough to make her butt pink.”

My beautiful daughter-mistress is kissing her way down my body. Chloe’s message plays on.

“Then I made Mom take my clothes off and make love to me, all over. Oh, God, you guys — she kissed and licked me everywhere. She even stuck her tongue in my butthole!”

I gasp in ecstasy as Annie takes that first lick, burying her face between my quivering thighs.

“I wasn’t going to make love to her, not the first time, but Mom made me feel so good and did everything I wanted her to, so I decided to anyhow.” She giggles. “I guess I really did want to know what her pussy tastes like. Anyhow, we had a really good time, Mom an’ me… so thank you both. ‘Specially you, Ms. Beckett. We’re both so, so, so, so happy now!” She pauses. “Bye, Annie. Bye, Ms. Beckett. I love you both.” A click, then the message ends.

Annie raises her face from my cunt, her lips glistening. “I think you and I need to get together with Chloe and her mom really soon, Momma… we can all play.” Her face dips down, and she is licking me again.

“Y-yes, sweet m-mistress!” I moan, then cry out loud as my little angel brings me to climax.

This is heaven, I tell myself, clutching my breasts. Paradise on earth.

The End

By Rainbow Brite

Reworked by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in March 2010 }

Time got away from me today; my grocery shopping took far longer than expected. I had forgotten that Tuesdays were senior coupon day, so when I went to pick up ingredients for dinner the old people from the retirement home were out in force. You’d think after so many years in society, they’d have figured out the grocery checkout thing, but no. Damn it, I need to get home. Every minute that passes increases the chances I’ll be getting my butt warmed by a hairbrush.

Finally I make it back home, and see with horror that it’s already 4:30. I hurry to put the groceries away and arrange Annie’s afternoon snack on the table before she gets home from school. I quickly laid out the apple slices and peanut butter just like she likes it, placing a cookie next to them. I’m just pouring a glass of milk as I hear the front door open, and schoolbooks hitting the floor. Annie – my twelve-year-old daughter and my mistress – walks in. Her new school friend Chloe is with her.

I stand at the sink, cleaning the lunch dishes. Although joy fills my heart and I long to run to Annie and kneel before her, I remain where I am – she has forbidden me to speak or even look at her until she speaks to me first. The sweet scents of the two teenagers fill the kitchen, and I get weak in the knees.

“Ohmigod, you weren’t kidding,” Chloe says. “The minute I walk in the door, my mom is all up in my face like, ‘Oooh, how was your day, go do your homework, clean your room’ and all that stuff. Are you serious, will she really not say a word until you tell her to?”

I hear the dulcet tones of my darling daughter reply, “She won’t say anything. She’s a good girl. Aren’t you, Momma?” I can hear the threat of punishment in her lovely voice — letting me know I should reply carefully, or there will be repercussions.

Not daring to look at the girls, I softly chuckle, trying to make Chloe think that it’s a little game we’re playing. I carefully frame my reply, keeping my eyes focused on the dishwater, “Well, Chloe, I love my Annie very much, and like to do anything I can to make her happy.”

I hear footsteps come up behind me, and inhale sharply as I feel hands wrap around me and squeeze my breasts.

“That’s good, Momma,” I hear Annie say. “Turn around.” Still in her embrace, I turn and look down into her lovely eyes. “Kiss me,” she orders, and I bend my head down and press my lips to hers. Her tongue plunges into my mouth, and I moan from the pleasure of having my little girl’s body pressing against mine. Any pretense of a game is gone.

After an all-too-short-moment, she breaks the kiss. “Tell Chloe what you are,” she commands.

My throat dry from passion and embarrassment, I whisper my response. “I’m Annie’s obedient slut,” I say, and make the mistake of looking directly at Chloe, my eyes meeting hers, which are wide open in shock at what she’s just heard me say. Chloe is lovely; pale skin and dark black hair with very little make-up.

I feel a sharp slap on my cheek. Annie snaps at me, “I didn’t give you permission to look at her!”

“I’m sorry, Annie,” I say, and quickly assume a submissive position before her, on my knees, my forehead on the floor, just as she expects of me whenever I have displeased her.

I feel her lift the hem of my summer dress up, exposing my ass — my daughter forbids me to wear panties while I’m at home. She moves my knees slightly apart, exposing my shaved labia and anus.

“You see, total obedience,” I hear her say.

“I don’t fucking believe this — it’s so hot!” Chloe says. “God, I wish my mom was like that!”

My face reddens, but fearing worse punishment, I don’t move. I hear her footsteps as she walks out of the kitchen and down the hall to the bathroom. While she is gone, I feel Chloe’s hands touching my ass cheeks, even trailing a fingertip across my pink rosebud and gently circling it. However, I stifle my moan of pleasure, not daring to make any noise that would indicate I’m enjoying the attention.

A moment later, Annie returns. Then I hear the “whish” of the hairbrush, and cry out as I feel the first blow on my ass. She’s in a good mood today, so hopefully this won’t last more than a few minutes. When she’s cranky, typically she spanks me until both her arms are tired.

*****

From the day she was born, I’ve been in love with my little Annie. Blonde hair, blue eyes, a face so lovely that it still takes my breath away when I look at her. She’d always been a strong baby, average-sized, but somehow her little limbs were quite powerful. As she grew, her personality showed as much strength as her body.

She was a demanding child. What I did wasn’t so much parenting as keeping her out of danger as best I could. Nothing scared her — not loud noises, big waves on the beach, or barking dogs. Her father Jason thought it was all good fun, used to laugh as I’d panic. She had him wrapped around her finger so tightly that he was totally blind to what she was becoming.

Annie was bright, a straight-A student at school, obedient and cooperative to her teachers. Soon all her classes were advanced-level and she was so far ahead she even skipped 5th grade. Knowing there would be no consequences for any of her bad behavior, by the time she was nine she had become incorrigible at home. There were times when after sex with Jason I would look up and see her standing at our now-open bedroom door, watching but saying nothing, then walking away and closing it again.

One day, not long after she turned ten, I was taking a shower — and she got in with me, completely naked.

“Annie!” I said, shocked at the intrusion, “What are you doing in here?”

Ignoring me, she picked up the soap and started to wash my body — spending extra time on my nipples, which she knew were my favorite erogenous zones from the times she watched me having sex with her father. Feebly, I tried to protest, but my brain was overwhelmed by the pleasure I felt from her touch.

“Annie, you, you mustn’t…” I whimpered, but then stopped as she slipped soapy fingers into my slit, gently caressing my clit before moving down to insert themselves in my vagina. She leaned in close to take my nipple into her warm mouth as her other hand cupped my ass, a finger slipping into the crack to probe at my anus as I feel an orgasm began to build.

“I saw some things on the internet, Momma,” she told me as I slid to my knees, now quivering from the dizzying pleasure I feel from her touch. “I’ve decided that from now on I’m going to be a dominant, and you’ll be my submissive. I want you to obey me. Will you do as I say from now on?”

I cried out in passion as my climax hit. It was more intense than any pleasure I’d ever known, and in that instant I knew that this was what I needed, had craved without ever realizing it.

Too weak to stay upright, I sat slumped in the corner of the shower cubicle as the warm water cascaded over me. Her fingers, however, were relentless, and I shamelessly spread my legs wide for her, allowing my little girl to fuck me. A second orgasm soon followed, and again I cried out.

“Answer the question!” she commanded, as she removed her hand from my still-throbbing vagina.

“Y-y-yes,” I replied weakly. I felt like my world had turned upside down and I had just lost my mind.

“Promise me!” she commanded, “Promise me you’ll be my slave, Momma, forever and ever!”

I gazed up at her beautiful face, feeling as if I had no control over what I was doing or saying anymore. Strangely enough, it was a good, satisfying feeling.

“I promise you, darling,” I gasped, “Forever and ever.”

“Good,” she said. “Sit still.” She moved closer so she was her bare sex was nearly brushing my face. Obediently I parted my lips, somehow sensing what my little girl wanted.

“Lick me, Momma,” she whispered… and, of course, I did.

*****

After a mercifully brief but still painful spanking, Annie orders me to stand up. I do, sniffling back my tears.

Annie walks up to me and begins unbuttoning the front of my sun dress. As she undoes the waist buttons, my breasts fall free. She puts her hands underneath my tits, lifting them for Chloe to see. “Can you see how Momma’s tits are extra big, and her nipples too? Tell her why, Momma.”

“Annie decided she wanted a baby sister, so I’m pregnant now.” Annie undoes the rest of the buttons and the dress falls to the floor, leaving me naked but for my shoes and knee-high stockings. My baby bump is not yet very big, but I’m clearly showing.

I think back on the day that Annie told me I was to get pregnant. She took my birth control pills away, and made me flush them down the toilet as she watched. While I hadn’t planned on having another baby, I was happy because I was pleasing my darling Annie, and the thought of having another child like her thrilled me as well. She gave me specific instructions to tell her when I was ovulating.

On the appointed day, she told her father at the dinner table that she had taken my pills away from me, and she wanted him to put a baby in my belly.

That night, Jason fucked me from behind. While he drove his cock in and out, I ate my daughter’s sweet pussy as she sat against the headboard with her legs spread. He was insatiable that night; I guess seeing me eat his daughter and hearing her come inspired him. He shot three loads in me that night, and the same scene was repeated for two more nights. By this time I was sure he would have loved to fuck Annie as well, but she had made it quite clear if he ever tried she would have me contact the authorities and the two of us together would testify how he tried to rape her. At ten, Annie already knew that she was a lesbian.

A week later, my pregnancy test results showed positive, and Annie kissed me passionately on the mouth in gratitude. Overwhelmed, I swept up my little angel and carried her to my bed, and for the rest of the afternoon we made love. I could not hold back; my tongue did not leave her body – nipples, pussy, clit, anus, and many, many kisses, my tongue deep in her mouth. She repeatedly cried out in passion, coming again and again. I relentlessly pleasured her, and we fell asleep in each other’s arms. It was heavenly.

But when I awoke I was face down, tied hand and foot to the bedposts, my ass propped up in the air on top of a pillow. Annie was putting a gag in my mouth.

“Momma, you are a wonderful lover,” she said, a beautiful smile on her face. Then the look turned cruel, her eyes narrowing. “But you made one mistake – you took control away from me when you carried me to bed. Never, ever, do that to me again.”

I tried to mumble apologies but they were muffled through the gag. And then the hairbrush spanking began. I was crying for mercy by the fifth blow, but none was to be had. I was sobbing, tears running down my face and dripping off my chin when she finally stopped. She took the gag off, and it was all I could do to gulp air between my sobs.

My crying subsided when her lips touched mine softly and gently, her hand lovingly caressing my cheek before she moved behind me again.

I felt oil being rubbed on my ass now, the punishing little hands of my daughter now gentle and loving. “There, now, it’s all right, your little girl will make it all better,” she said soothingly. Then her hands began spreading the oil between my legs now, down onto my asshole and into my pussy slit, and pleasure began to flow through my pain.

Then I heard her switch positions behind me, and felt the fingers part my labia. “I love you, Momma,” I heard her whisper, then felt her little tongue begin to make its way into the hole she had emerged from, several of her oily fingers simultaneously probing my pink rosebud. It may have been her telling me she loved me that put me over the edge so quickly, but by the time the tip of her tongue swirled around my clit and three of her fingers were fucking my asshole I was sobbing again, this time in absolute joy as an intense orgasm ripped through me. Before she was through ravishing me in every hole with her mouth and hands, I came four more times.

The next day I could barely walk — my asshole and pussy were sore and it hurt to sit down, but emotionally I was over the moon, even more in love with Annie, my little angel mistress.

*****

Now Chloe looks at my baby bump in stunned shock, her hand coming up to stroke one of my engorged breasts. The feel of her fingers is electric, and as her fingertips gently squeeze my nipple I feel my pussy getting moist.

Annie moves up and embraces her friend from behind, her hand unzipping the fly of Chloe’s jeans and slipping down the front to fondle her pussy.

“Mmmmm, you’re nice and wet,” my daughter coos, and I now feel a trickle of moisture run down the inside of my thighs as I wistfully watch Annie make love to another, her hand in action as she kisses her friend’s neck. Distracted, Chloe’s hand drops away from my chest. Inwardly, I sigh from disappointment.

Chloe closes her eyes for a second as Annie’s expert fingers explore her cunt. “Your mom is so fucking hot,” she groans, and I smile, flattered. “Can I touch her?” she then asks, hesitantly.

Annie responds, “Chloe, today is the six-month anniversary of you being my girlfriend. Mom is my gift to you, so from now on you can do anything you want to her any time. She’s going to obey you and make you happy, just like she does me. Isn’t that right, Momma?” She puts a harsh emphasis on the word “Momma,” letting me know this is not a request, and that there is only one correct response from me.

Jealousy flares up inside me at the thought of sharing Annie’s affection with Chloe, but I have no choice in the matter.

“Yes, Chloe,” I say, although I dare not let my true feelings show in my tone, “I am yours now as well as Annie’s. I will do whatever I can to make you happy.” While my voice doesn’t crack and give me away, I can’t stop the tears from forming in my eyes.

“Stand still and don’t move until we need you,” Annie instructs me.

My heart aching, I stand obediently with my hands at my sides and watch as she and Chloe slide to the floor and begin to make love in front of me.

*****

Three months have passed; I’m now five months pregnant. My belly is huge, and walking down the aisles at the grocery store I feel like one of those big freighter ships barely making it through the Panama Canal.

Once I became pregnant, Annie became increasingly possessive and jealous of her father Jason, so she decided that I should divorce him. I had to obey my angel… so after thirteen years, he is out of the picture. After being taken by Annie as her slave and lover, I’d lost all interest in him anyhow.

Annie is being more attentive to my needs during this pregnancy than Jason ever was when I was expecting her. She brings home ice cream for my cravings, allows me to go to bed early every night, and rubs my tummy down with coconut oil to help minimize the inevitable stretch marks. Even though I feel fat and ugly, she regularly tells me how beautiful I am. I love hearing those words from my angel.

Annie was thrilled when she found out that we were expecting a girl on the very first try, and told me that she would only discipline me when it was necessary, so as not to risk injuring her baby sister. She assures me that this is no excuse to misbehave, however — because after the baby is born, she will punish me just as before whenever I get out of line. I have no reason not to believe her.

She has plans for her new sibling. “We’ll all be lovers, Momma,” she coos. “I don’t know whether I’ll share you with her, or if I’ll be her mistress too.” With a giggle, she adds, “Who knows? Maybe she’ll take charge, and we’ll both be her sluts. One thing for sure — we’ll both start licking her pussy right away. Make a good little lesbian out of her.”

God, my daughter is so unbelievably perverse, her mind going places that I’d never conceive. My conscience tells me how wrong it is, for Annie and I to molest my infant girl. Why, then, does the idea excite me so?

*****

The presence of Chloe as my daughter’s lover remains a problem for me, one that makes my heart ache. No matter how it hurts me, Annie carries on this lesbian affair with her schoolmate without a second thought for my feelings.

One night at dinner, my emotions swinging wildly, it finally happens; looking at my little lover and imagining her naked and in Chloe’s arms is too much for me to take. I burst into tears, jump up from the table and stumble into the bathroom sobbing, shutting the door behind me.

I sit on the floor and bawl uncontrollably for a few minutes, and then as my crying subsides I hear a light tapping on the door. This in itself is unusual, as my darling mistress has forbidden me to have any privacy from her. I fully expect her to come storming in to punish me for my outburst.

Instead, I hear Annie’s sweet soft voice call, “Momma, are you okay? Can I come in?”

“Y-y-yes,” I answer. The door slowly swings open and she hesitantly enters.

Annie has changed out of her school clothes and looks delicious, wearing only a t-shirt, her long blonde hair shiny and hanging down. I catch a glimpse of her rosy slit, and it makes my heart throb.

She sits on the toilet seat behind me, picks up my hair brush and, instead of spanking me with it, starts to brush my hair. At her insistence, I grew it long and dyed it light blonde to match hers, and I love when she touches it.

With each stroke, she speaks to me as if I am a small child. “Now what was that all about, Momma?” she asks gently. My head bowed down obediently, I wipe my tears away, but do not reply. “This is about Chloe, isn’t it?” she asks.

Biting my lower lip, I slowly nod my head yes, waiting for her to punish me.

“Momma, you mustn’t be jealous,” she tells me, “Chloe is my girlfriend for sex. I don’t make love to her; I just like to fuck her. But you’re my mother, and I love you. I love you not just because you’re so very good in bed, but for all the changes you’ve gone through because you love me. You’re even having a baby for me. That’s so incredible — I could never ask Chloe to do that. When you and I have sex, it’s not just fucking, we’re making love, and nothing will change that. Do you understand?” I nod my head yes. “I let Chloe take you because you are the most important thing I can give her. She says you don’t like her, though, because you don’t fuck her with the same passion you show when you’re with me.”

Annie has stopped brushing my hair — her hands slide down the front of my sweatshirt, and she’s playing with my breasts. My pussy is suddenly dripping from the attention. Feeling emboldened, I dare to whisper, “But Annie, my angel, I only fuck her because you tell me to. I don’t love her like I love you.”

She tilts my head back and kisses me upside down, her tongue dancing with mine. It is a long kiss, filled with passion and promise. The crotch of my sweatpants is now soaked.

“Momma, you don’t have to love her. Just like her a little bit, okay? Will you try for me, please? Will you do your best for your little angel?” She is nuzzling my neck as she says this, her hands caressing my swollen belly under the sweatshirt. I’m close to coming, just from that divine contact.

“Yes, Annie. I promise,” I whisper. “The next time Chloe comes by, I’ll love her all over… I’ll make her feel wonderful.”

Taking her hands away from my stomach, she kisses the top of my head. “Thank you,” she says. “I ought to punish you for running in here and closing the door, but I’m not going to because you were upset and did it out of love for me. Now go bring me your special collar and leash. I’m taking my sweet momma to bed.”

Thrilled, I bring her my special silver slave collar – it’s made of a sliver mesh with an adjustable clasp, a ring on the front. She gently undresses me, then snaps the lead on the collar. Before she leads me away, she stands up on tiptoe and kisses me lightly, then whispers, “To show you how much I love you, Momma, tomorrow you’re driving me to the Body Art Ink Shoppe and giving permission for me to get a tattoo. I’ll have one done on my ankle, and you can pick the design – a heart, a flower, your name, whatever you want. It will show the world that I love only you, okay? No one but you.”

I’m crying again, this time tears of happiness as my beautiful Annie takes my leash and leads me to the master bedroom. Before the night is over, I intend for her to lose count of how many climaxes she’s had. And when she’s worn out, I’ll turn Annie over and lick her anus, rimming my little girl until she falls asleep.

I already know what the tattoo design will be – a little angel for my angel!

Continue on to Part Two

By Tanya Writer and Jan

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in May 2013 }

My parents named me Tanya. We lived in the suburbs of Los Angeles, California, and I loved to swim. I started swimming as a kid and spent the summers at my friends’ pools swimming and playing in the water. I also swam on swim teams in the summer.

I joined the water polo team, and later the swim team when I started high school. My high school only had a boy’s water polo team, which is where I found a home. Because of the equal opportunity law they had to allow me to play on the boy’s team.

The guys were proud to have the only girl in the league on their team and treated me like one of the guys. The only drawback was I had to change in the girl’s locker room by myself and I didn’t get to horse around with the guys.

I dated a few of them a few times. When it started I did allow them to kiss me, but over time I would do more with them. Before high school was over, I was expert at giving hand jobs to guys.

(It was always interesting to watch their faces as they came and to see their cocks cum all over their shirts. I made sure not to get any on my clothes, because I’d have a hard time explaining it to my parents.)

One day after practice the coach started asking me a lot of personal questions like my address, phone number and date of birth. I thought it was a little strange until a few days later I received an invitation to try out for the summer lifeguard program. It turned out that the coach spent the academic year teaching class and coaching, while during the summer he ran a pool for the county.

I took the swim test and passed without a problem. The next couple of weeks were spent learning everything we would need to know to be lifeguards. I had no problem learning the skills because I played water polo with the guys. I had no fear that I could handle myself in a struggle with people in trouble. I finished the training, and having passed I was offered the job of lifeguard at a pool not far from home.

I reported to work the week after school was out for the summer, and I was the youngest person working at the pool. The rest of the lifeguards had been working for a couple of years or more and were all in college. The other guards welcomed me with just a little good-nurtured ribbing.

I got to know the kids that came to the pool regularly. There was a group that came every day and the kids had their favorite lifeguard. I had my own group of fans too. I had my own swimming classes to teach in the mornings before the open swim sessions. I taught the kids in the mornings and broke for lunch before the pool opened. Two nights a week the pool was open for three hours for night swims. On the nights I worked, the other guards and I would have dinner together sometimes while the swim team practiced. It was a great summer for me; I was doing the thing I loved most as much as 12 hours a day. And I was getting paid for it!

The following year I was ready to resume my duties during the summer before entering a local junior college. It looked like it was going to be another year of morning classes, afternoons of free swim and evenings of night swim.

There were many of the same kids to renew friendships with. The pools were made free. The parents loved it because it was a great place to send their children for the afternoon. We were free babysitters while they cleaned house or shopped. This summer I saw there was a new girl that joined my group of fans. Her name was Susie.

Susie had moved into the neighborhood during the previous school year. This was her first year to hang out at the pool. Her family lived just across the street from the pool. She was all of nine years-old, half my age since I was 18 at the time. As soon as we met Susie became one of my most devoted fans and Susie’s mother invited me to have lunch at their home. On the nights I worked they saw to it that I had dinner with them too. We became close friends despite the age difference. I was friendly with all of the children that visited the pool all summer, but Susie was special.

The following summer before my sophomore year I was back at the pool. I welcomed back all of my fan club including Susie. I was still living at home with my parents, and going to the local junior college. After the summer I was busy transferring to a university, a two hour drive from home.

This was going to be the first time I would be on my own. I had opted to live on campus the first year and was assigned to the dorm of my choice. I had no idea who my roommate was going to be. When I was unpacking my stuff and laying claim to the right side of the room I met Kelly, my new roommate.

I was slightly disappointed because she was a freshman. We would not be in any classes together. I suspected I would have to help her with homework too. She was an eighteen-year-old thin girl with a small body. If it were not for the maturity of her face she could have passed for a very young girl. We got along pretty well as we got to know each other. Kelly was friendly, and very open with me. In fact, I was a little surprised how immodest Kelly was about changing clothes in front of me. I became very familiar with Kelly’s nude body. It also appeared that Kelly timed her comings and goings so that she could see me naked too. She seemed to always want to use the bathroom while I was in the shower. I got so used to it that I didn’t even bother closing the bathroom door while I was in there. It was a busy year, getting used to being away from home, upper division classes, in my major and the time seemed to fly by.

When the spring break came it was about the same time as the schools at home. Kelly asked me if I would like to go with her to Palm Springs for Spring Break. I was all for it! It would be the first time for me to have a holiday without my parent’s supervision. Kelly asked if it would be all right if her sister came along as well, and of course I agreed.

She told me her sister was named Karen, and she was 15 and in high school. She was a lot like Kelly physically. She was no bigger than a grammar school girl, but she was 15 years-old. Their personalities were opposite: Kelly was reserved, and slow to get to the point. Karen was straight forward, to the point of being blunt.

After spending a few days in the motel together with them I had become comfortable with Karen. Kelly was out doing some shopping and Karen and I were left to our own devices. We had thought to enjoy the sun by the pool. We changed into skimpy bikinis. I can tell you, three girls living in a motel room can quickly turn a room into a disaster zone. We were fumbling around while getting changed. Before I knew what was going on, we fell backwards giggling on the couch.

We were talking about boys, and then sex. I had made out with guys, some I had even given blow jobs too, but none of them would return the favor. They wanted my panties off so they could fuck me but I was still a virgin. Only one guy went down on me and he did it only because I agreed to swallow his cum while giving him a blow job. That was the only way a guy would go down on me, unless there was something in it for them. I found that guys didn’t really want to give pleasure to a girl, they were more interested in getting their own pleasure.

I don’t know how Karen and I started kissing each other, but somehow we did. Karen was sticking her tongue into my mouth. For a 15 year old she sure did know how to kiss! I had done my share of kissing boys I had dated but none of them were as good at it as Karen. I found my panties were getting wet, wetter than I had ever been before.

Karen was all over me. Her hands were pushing aside the top of my bikini. She was squeezing my breasts and rubbing my nipples. My breasts were being pressed by her small chest. I was sweating because of the passionate kissing, and somewhat shocked by her and my own behavior. I couldn’t help myself. It felt great to be doing it with a girl, even if it was rather wicked.

It was not long before both our tops were removed. She hardly had any breasts at all, but I was feeling her little tits too.

The greatest part was that Karen was sucking on my nipples. I had not gone that far with many guys, none of them were as good as Karen.

At that point Karen stopped everything and pulled me to one of the two large beds in the room. It took her no time at all to get my bikini bottom off along with her own.

When I saw her naked I thought she looked even younger than her 15-years. She did look like a little girl. I couldn’t see any stubble of pubic hair under her arms or on her pouting vulva.

She was stroking my pussy while sucking on my nipples. It was almost too much for my mind to absorb. My tactile senses were on overload. Karen really blew my mind when she spread my legs, and moved down my body to kiss and lick my pussy. Her tongue was everywhere in my pussy. Her lips sucked my clit until it was stretched as far as it would go. She even gave my clit a gentle love bite.

My mind was in a whirl. Karen was giving me the best orgasm I had ever had, (including the ones I gave myself). She didn’t stop when I came, she just kept going. I had another climax followed by a series of orgasms one after the other. I had never had anything happen to me before that felt so overpowering. Eventually she fell backwards on the bed while we rested for a minute. I had only had one guy eat my pussy before, never had I done anything to a girl. This mere girl had aroused more feelings in me than anyone had ever inspired in me before. This seemed so natural, and like there was a part of myself that I knew that I was missing something, but guys were not giving me. But here I found what I didn’t know what I was missing.

Karen wanted me to do the same thing to her. She asked, “Tanya, please suck my pussy for me!”

All I could say was “Oh hell yes, I will!” I was determined to give Karen as much pleasure as she had given me. I went about attacking her little titties with everything I had. It felt great to be feeling up a girl. I wanted to taste her sweet pussy. I had never seen a girl in the heat of desire before, and had no idea if all girls produced so much juice. Her lips were actually dripping her hot love juice! I used my finger to wipe her pussy and taste it. Nothing sweeter had ever passed my lips! I started lapping up her juices with my tongue. I tried to do the same things to her as she had done to me. I must have been doing a fairly reasonable job because Karen was responding with hip gyrations, and deep-throated animal noises. I didn’t expect that I could make her cum as hard as she did me.

Kelly found us laying in bed covered with sweat, when she came into the motel room looking for us. She dropped the plastic shopping bags on the floor. She started arguing with Karen, before the door was closed. During the argument I learned the truth. They were not only sisters. They were lovers too. That revelation shocked me a little. That was not the only shock I got. It turned out that Karen was not in high school. She was only 13-years-old and in the eighth grade of middle school!

Oh my God! I had just made love to a 13-year-old! It also shocked me that I had enjoyed doing it.

Kelly was reproaching her for letting me find out that they were lesbians and lovers. Kelly blurted out in anger at her sister, “I’ve been working hard all year to get Tanya into bed with me! How could you do this to me?”

This was news to me! I had no idea that I had been the object of Kelly’s desires all year. No wonder she didn’t date guys! It also made sense why she was so willing to run around naked, and take every opportunity to see me naked too. Now that my eyes had been opened I was receptive to the idea of having sex with Kelly.

When Kelly finally calmed down I reached for her, and pulled her down on the bed. She was dressed for the heat of Palm Springs. All she had on was a halter top, skimpy shorts and Nike tennis shoes.

When I got the shorts off all she had on under them was a white thong. She didn’t put up much of a struggle before helping remove her clothes.

There was a lot of mutual oral, and digital stimulation going on. Kelly loved it, and forgot all about her younger sister cheating her out of seducing me. There was no way sex with guys could have been as exciting as what Kelly and I were doing to each other!

I was willingly being converted to lesbian sex. The more time I spent with Kelly and Karen the more I was convinced that I didn’t need the affections of males.

Kelly calmed down after sex with me. I was fascinated about their incestuous relationship, and wanted to know more about them. Karen suggested that to make up for being my first, she would eat Kelly’s pussy for her. Kelly accepted and told her she better do a great job of it to make up for stealing my girl/girl cherry.

I got to watch them make love to each other. I got turned on watching them sucking each other’s pussy so much that I had to sit back and masturbate. I still remember the image of the nubile, sylph like Karen, her tits just nubbins, sucking on Kelly’s excited clit. The room had more sex smells than air in it. They moaned and gyrated as my fingers furiously lashed my own clit and I squeezed my nipples, gently pinching them with fingers that were wet from my pussy juices. When they came, I came as well!

The next day I had more time with Karen. Through the rest of the vacation I had sex with both of them. We even had a couple of threesomes. I suspect the taboo aspect of having sex with Karen made it seem more exciting to have sex with her under developed body. When Spring Break was over, it was back to school for the three of us.

Things at school were never the same. For the remainder of the year when Kelly and I were not in class we were behind locked doors eating each other’s pussy. Kelly was happy to teach me all about the way girls could have sex with each other. I would have never suspected that the toes of her feet could be so enjoyable in a pussy.

All too soon the year came to an end. I regretted having to part with Kelly for the summer. We parted with promises of getting together as often as her and Karen could visit.

I returned home to my waiting summer job. It took a few days to get used to the kids and the hot summer sun. Up the coast where the university is was so much cooler than the valley. I had to get tanned again. Everything returned to normal soon, but it was not the same for me. I missed the hot sex I had with Kelly and especially with Karen. I was so horny I was masturbating almost constantly. When I was stationed in the watch tower I would place an object between my legs, and cross my legs. Rocking the top leg caused the object to rub my pussy. When instructing classes I would straddle the chrome hand rail, and press my pussy against the rail. The more I thought about the sex I had with Karen, even though she had been so young, I was looking at the younger girls in the pool with a new understanding.

And I had a pool full of young girls. As soon as a girl turned 16 and got her driver’s license, she went to the beach and that left mostly underage girls at the pool. The more I thought about that, the more I was happy with that. I was looking at them with a different agenda.

All of the girls from my personal group were back, plus a new group of younger girls. Susie looked different to me. She had grown taller in the past year. She now had tiny little breasts. She was the one to seek me out to renew our friendship and I was wondering what was inside her swimsuit.

I had no idea what Susie knew about sex. She was still that bubbly girl anxious to please me. We continued having lunch together. She just wanted to be with me and wanted to be like me.

I was now the senior lifeguard. All of the lifeguards older than me had graduated from college, and moved on so I took over the summer swim team. I developed a good team capable of competing with any of the other pools’ teams. I was also pleased that Susie was the best swimmer on the team. I could always count on her to bring it home as the anchor of the relay. When I arranged for Susie to have the use of the pool for extra practice, we both dressed in the lifeguard’s locker room. That allowed me to see Susie naked. It was a good thing we were going directly into the shower before going into the pool because Susie could have seen how wet the crotch of my faded red lifeguard’s swimming-suit was getting. At least the shower water cooled off my hormones.

One Saturday morning I had Susie in the pool at six in the morning. That gave us a couple of hours before any of the other lifeguards would arrive grumbling about early morning classes and their headaches from the drinking bouts the night before.

To enact my plan I actually got in the water with her. After demonstrating the four strokes, I watched her swim. Then I placed my hand under her body to support her and prevent her from moving as I corrected her strokes. At first my touches were just a little here and there. Very quickly I was finding excuses to touch her ass and feel her little tits. That made me so wet! When she didn’t object to my familiar touch, I grew bolder and she seemed to enjoy my touch. All too quickly the hours passed. We had to take a quick warm shower, get dressed, and have breakfast together. Then it was back to the pool to put on dry suits and get ready to open the pool for the public.

Susie would hang around helping me until closing time. We would hang around picking up wet towels, closing locker doors, placing lost items in the lost and found and checking the PH of the water in the pool. If needed, I changed the amount of chlorine or acid. Susie was always there to help me. All of the younger lifeguards couldn’t leave fast enough and I always allowed them to leave early with a friendly wave. That way Susie and I were sure to have the showers to ourselves.

We would take long warm showers in the confined space of the lifeguards shower together. The doors were locked and the gates closed and locked. After we dried off, and got dressed, I plopped down on the old green vinyl couch. It sagged in the middle from years of guards sleeping on it. Susie sat down on the middle and the sag forced her to naturally be so close to me that our thighs were touching. We engaged in a little small talk until I got up the nerve to make my move.

I told her how much I enjoyed her company, and kissed her on the cheek and waited for Susie’s response. Susie clung to me, and kissed me back. When she did that, I held her close and kissed her, this time on the mouth. She backed off me a bit, and looked at me. She didn’t seem displeased, just surprised. I kissed her lips again, this time with all of the passion I could. If Susie was startled she never showed it, instead she returned the passion as best she could. She was clinging to me. I forced my tongue between the lips of the 11-year-old. She learned to French kiss very quickly. While we were kissing I started running my hands all over her body. The next thing I did was remove her casual summer clothes, consisting of half a tank top, short shorts and flip flops. She hadn’t brought along panties. After all she lived just across the street.

I sucked on her tiny breasts. They were just a little more than puffy areolas but I feasted on those tiny breasts. They were like little cherries, and just as tasty to me! I used everything I had learned from Kelly and Karen on Susie to make her cum. When I got on the floor between her legs to explore her virgin pussy, Susie was so aroused that she was clawing at the couch with her fingernails and slapping my ears with her thighs. I did everything I knew about sucking pussy and stimulating a clitoris to Susie. Even Karen had not responded that strongly. My reward was watching Susie have an orgasm, her professed very first one. Susie claimed that she had never even masturbated before. This was all new to her. She had no regrets. That was the beginning of a summer relationship.

Susie and I spent the summer having as much fun as possible. We slipped off to be together whenever we could get away. Other times we would do naughty things almost in the open. Like the time it was a cloudy day but was still rather warm as a low pressure had settled over the southern California area, creating what they call a ‘Catalina Eddy’, clouds being pulled in over the inland valleys. The sun is blocked out until late afternoon. It is actually easier to get sunburned on cloudy days. It cools the valleys a little but doesn’t stop the most harmful radiation from penetrating the clouds. There were only the hardiest swimmers coming to the pool on that day.

Susie and I were sitting with our backs against the brick wall next to each other. We had a very large beach towel wrapped around both of us. We were facing the pool so that I could keep an eye on the few swimmers in the water. What the swimmers didn’t see was that I feeling up Susie. We had our legs bent so that the towel was tented over us making it impossible for anyone to see what we were doing. I had one hand around her body, under her arm playing with her little tit. The other hand was on her lap playing with her hairless pussy. I managed to pull the leg opening aside, and get my finger in between her sweet puffy lips. I must have played with her about 15 minutes. Eventually it was my turn to rotate with the lifeguard that was sitting on the lifeguard tower. I had to quickly jump into the water so my sopping crotch wouldn’t make my sexual excitement obvious. As it was, I’m sure my hardened nipples gave some of the guys there a little thrill.

Alas, summer was over all too soon. There were two things I could look forward to. I was starting my last year at college. (That prospect was both good and bad.) It also meant I would be back with Kelly. We had made arrangements to be roommates again. This time we were going to be living off campus. Before the end of the Spring quarter we had found an apartment for the next fall.

There was a community close to the university. It is like so many college towns – full of students. If it were not for the owners of businesses, you could go weeks without seeing anyone that is not a college student. There were quaint little shops catering to the desires of young people like art stores, hobby shops, eateries, clothing stores, and a movie theater. About the only thing lacking was a liquor store. Governor Reagan had seen to it that a law was passed that prohibited the sale of liquor within a mile of our college campus, just another case of the payback for the students who protested the war in Vietnam.

Being a member of the college community I joined the women’s gay group. I found it advertised in the school paper. All it listed was a phone number to call. All meetings were held off campus, several different girls hosted the meetings at their apartments in our little community. You needed to call for the location of the week. Also it kept outsiders from knowing where we were meeting, so as not to be harassed. We would gather to discuss the issues affecting us on campus and the laws of the land. It was also an occasion for social gatherings. At least there we could be ourselves, instead of pretending to be something we were not. We had dinner together and movie outings together. Kelly and I got to know other gals in the group and became friends with some of them.

Early in my senior year Kelly and I had a threesome with one of the girls in the group. I could tell that after I graduated there be a future between them. Both of them had two more years before they would graduate.

In the group we shared how each of us was exposed to our first lesbian relationship. I was one of the few seniors in the group, one of the oldest gals in the group. I learned that I was a late bloomer when it came to joining the lesbian community. Kelly had a special friend when she was in middle school that she was having sex with. The girl’s family moved away while she was in high school. That was when Kelly hooked up with Karen. Karen had started when she was eleven.

There were two other gals a year behind me in school, Betty and Ellie had been together since the seventh grade. Others had started in high school. Some of them had been seduced by older women when they were children. One had been sleeping with her single mother all of her life. I felt neglected that I had not come out sooner. The discussions gave me a deeper understanding of lesbianism, and of myself. All of the social activity did make the year pass quickly. We did have fun with all of the young ladies.

There was one time when the meeting had finished and the wine had flowed a little more freely than usual. We had all decided to take a walk on the beach. What a mistake that was. It was a moonless night and Betty tripped over a dead sea-lion that washed up on the beach. All of us were upset by the discovery of a dead sea-lion, and the smell! A little farther up the beach Kelly stepped into what she thought was a little puddle left on the beach by the receding high tide. WRONG! Someone had dug a hole. Kelly stepped down into it up to her knee before she fell over. She was wet from head to toe. We pulled her out and headed directly back to the apartment. We discovered that our feet were covered in black tar. There were no more moonless walks on the beach for us.

Thanksgiving was on us very soon. It was too far for Kelly to go home. My parents had no idea just how close our relationship was, so they invited her to spend the holiday with us. It was just a short time to the end of the quarter.

The winter quarter started after the New Year. I was invited up to Kelly’s home for the Christmas Holiday. Of course I could not spend the complete holiday up there. I had to return home to spend some of the time with my family. It was one hell of a week though. Her family lived up in Crescent City. It is located on the coast just short of the Oregon State line. I saved her a long uncomfortable bus ride by driving us up there. I had never visited that part of the state before and found it hauntingly beautiful.

Kelly’s mom was a widow, named Monica. Her father had been a professional deckhand on a deep sea fishing trawler, and he had been killed in a fishing accident. Kelly’s mom was raising three girls on the salary of a maid on a coast highway motel. Her father’s demise qualified Kelly for a free ride to college along with some grants and scholarships. About her only expenses were her share of the food and rent.

It was a fun trip up the coast. Every morning we were awakened by the sound of sea-lions barking on the boat docks down at the harbor. We even drove through the nearby Redwood National Park. You can’t imagine how tall those trees are and how insignificant they make you feel, knowing that those trees were around before the pyramids in Egypt were built.

It was nice to see Karen again. She was a 14-year-old now, and finally in high school. I also got to meet Kelly and Karen’s little sister. The four of us even crossed the border into Oregon to visit the caves. The best part was sleeping in bed with Kelly.

It was great fun to crawl under the covers, and sleep with Karen again. I had been missing having sex with young girls since having to leave Susie at the end of summer.

While Monica was at work, Karen, Kelly and I were naked as much as possible. I loved nothing more than licking Karen’s pussy while Kelly was lapping at my nipples or pussy. It was during one of those sessions that Amy walked in on us. I was afraid that she would tell on us. Amy only asked, “Kelly can I join you?”

Kelly asked, “Are you sure you want to do it with someone outside the family?”

Little did I know that Karen was having sex with Amy after Kelly went away to college! Amy was just in the fifth grade. She was only a 10 year-old. It was a little shocking to discover that she was such a sexual little darling. It should not have surprised me after knowing Kelly and Karen.

I asked Amy, “Would you like to have sex with me?”

In response, Amy flung her arms around my neck, and kissed me on the mouth while sticking her tongue into me. Karen had taught her well! It was a thrill to place my hand on her chest and feel just how flat she was. Her nipples were sensitive to the touch. Lust overwhelmed me as I was licking and sucking every inch of her little body. My pussy was tingling and sopping wet. I could feel the juices running down my legs. It was a surprising revelation that I liked sex with very young girls.

After feasting on her little chest for a long time I went down between her legs. Her little pussy looked so sweet to me. Her pubis was a little swollen bump with a slit up the middle. Of course there was no hair on it at all. It looked so beautiful! She was a little wet down there. I probed both of her openings with my fingers.

When I probed her pussy I saw her hymen and touched it. I couldn’t resist putting my tongue in and tasting her. When I started sucking on her pussy, the longer I licked and sucked, the meatier she tasted. I sucked every bit of her juice that I could, rubbing her little clit. I was careful not to break her cherry. I was having a great time and Amy had a nice orgasm! I had never heard of a girl that young having an orgasm. Apparently Karen had awoken her sexual desires earlier. Now it was my turn.

Amy felt my breasts and sucked on my nipples. I tried to lay back and enjoy whatever she wanted to do, but there was no way I could. I was rubbing her ass while she was sucking on my tits. I had to lead her hand down to my pussy. I could not live without her hand down there. My nipples were as hard as bullets sticking out of my tits. The touch of her tongue was heavenly. She was sucking and licking along with nibbling on them. I was so hot that I had to push her away long enough to catch my breath. She took that as a message to go down on me. She dove right in! My pubic hair was no discouragement for her. She was sucking, licking and nibbling on my pussy like a pro. She tried to put her finger in my pussy only to find that my hymen was still intact as well. She didn’t understand that a woman as old as me was still technically a virgin but she was very gentle. She found a hole in my hymen, and got a finger inside of me.

I knew what she was doing, but could only feel her finger wiggling around inside of me a little. What more could a horny woman like me ask for? Her finger was in me and her lips were sucking on my clit. I had one of my best orgasms so far! Maybe I feel that way now because of who was doing it to me. The end result was that I was truly spent.

I lay back fully relaxed. I could see over her back and loved seeing Kelly and Karen as they were engaged in a lovely 69. I could tell by their body movements that they would both be cumming very soon. When they finished all of us took a shower together in an overcrowded shower.

I still have a strong feeling that their mother, Monica, knew that Kelly was a lesbian, and that she had seduced her younger sisters. Monica seemed very cool about everything. I learned that Monica had only been 16 years-old when she got pregnant with Kelly. Her husband had been 10 years older than her and they had been dating since she was 13. She was by nature a liberal hippy type so I suspected that Monica was having sex with him from the beginning.

If my parents found out that Kelly and I were lovers they would have come unglued. I can’t imagine what would have happened if they discovered about me and Amy. I had the pleasure of getting together with Amy a couple of more times before I had to go home and I also got to watch Kelly get it on with Amy and Karen at the same time.

But Amy had totally stolen my heart. I was really in love with my 10 year-old lover. It was deviously wicked to be in bed with a 10 year-old, while I was a 22 year-old woman.

On the last night of our holiday together before having to return home I told them I had decided it was time to break my cherry.

I wanted Amy to be the one. Amy asked if I would take hers. Oh, of course I would.!I was really touched by that. How could I not love her?

It turned into a real show, but before we started but I wanted to shave off all of my pubic hair. I wanted my pussy to look as much like Amy’s as possible. The three girls watched closely and offered words of encouragement while I covered the hair with shaving cream and using a safety razor I scraped off all of the hair down to the white meat. Then Kelly and Karen sat on our bed to watch us, up close and personal!

Amy and I kissed and we sucked each other’s breasts to warm up. She was pretty flat chested and I thrilled at the feeling of her little nipples under my tongue. We eventually moved on to sucking each other’s pussy. I even mounted Amy for a 69. I did love taking her little mons into my mouth but eventually I set to work on her cute little labia. After giving them a real tongue bath, I opened her lips and found her hymen. I lightly touched it while I sought out her clit with my mouth and tongue. With all the attention I was paying to her dripping pussy, I was able to bring her off. I was always surprised that a girl so young could cum so hard. Amy was quick to return the favor: she rubbed me and licked me until I was about to cum. I had to take hold of her wrist and drive the three fingers deep into my pussy. When my cherry broke I felt a stabbing pain that caused me to react by jerking my knees up. It hurt me, but I kept hold of her wrist and started moving her fingers slowly in and out of me. It soon started to feel nice. Amy was sucking on my clit at the same time and I went into a mind numbing climax that left me limp for awhile.

Kelly and Karen were fully appreciative of the show. They were finger fucking each other without taking their eyes off of Amy and me.

Amy and I cleaned up the traces of blood from my crotch, and rested. I noticed by the clock on the night stand that it was only 9:00 pm. After I had rested enough, I unnecessarily reminded Amy that it was my turn to break her cherry. I proceeded to kiss her lovingly before working my way down her slim body to the delicate mons. I used my lips and tongue to lavish everything I could to bring her to a climax. Her little lips were red and puffy from my tongue and I repeatedly sucked her little clitty to attention. When she started quivering I pushed two fingers into her pussy to break her hymen. It was obvious that there was some pain but it was mixed with the pleasure of the climax she was experiencing. Afterwards I contritely asked if it hurt much. She said, “No, it stung some but only for a few seconds. I was still cumming while it happened.”

I saved a bloody handkerchief I used to wipe away Amy’s virginal blood from her body. It was my trophy from my first cherry.

I had given Amy one with my blood on it too.

When Kelly and I returned to school, we got to talk with Karen and Amy on the phone. Without Kelly around, Karen had returned to her relationship with Amy. Amy was a very skilled lover for such a young girl. It seemed that Amy had been fully aware of the relationship between her older sisters for a long time before Karen had seduced her. When Karen had started to seduce Amy, she found out that Amy was very willing to join in lesbian community with her sister. I love my family, but they actually love their family.

When I had to return home to spend the rest of the Christmas holiday with my family it was like returning to a different world. I saw my brothers David and Matthew and Matt’s new wife. Both of my brothers were living out of state at that time. It was nice to see them. I did enjoy visiting with them and my parents, but I was anxious to get back to school, and the arms of Kelly.

As soon as we were back at school we talked about spending spring break in San Diego. We wondered if we could get Karen, and possibly Amy to come with us. I would have loved that, but Monica could not afford the bus fare.

When the winter quarter started I fell back into the routine quickly, classes, home work, writing papers, parties and plenty of sex. Kelly kept me busy enough but I couldn’t resist the occasional encounter with other gals. From time to time I even got to get between the legs of some of my classmates. The quarter went by fast and Kelly and I were getting serious about spending spring break in San Diego. Monica was going to allow Karen to come down with us. When I told my parents about wanting to spend spring break with her, Dad sent me a check for more money than I dared ask for. Combined with the money I had been saving, Kelly added what she could come up with. We had a nice little bundle to use on our holiday. Kelly talked Monica into letting Amy come along. I wired her the money for the girls’ bus fare.

We had made reservations at a motel known to me from other visits. When we arrived at the motel we found two queen sized beds. I was given the choice of beds and bed mate. I was horny to renew my relationship with Amy so we got right to it. The week was spent shopping, on the beach at Mission Bay and Sea World. The nights were wild. I was having sex with Amy almost nonstop. One thing Kelly insisted Monica do was to send the girls birth certificates so we could take them to Tijuana, Mexico.

We had a great time walking the streets among the cheap shops.

The streets smelled of new leather and Mexican cooking. The smell of alcohol was never far away. We couldn’t take the girls in bars but we could sit in sidewalk cafes and enjoy the food while watching the drunken college and military guys staggering from bar to bar. We were even propositioned by guys. We fended them off fast enough. We even had a middle-aged Mexican woman that was obviously a whore offer to have sex with us for a price. I might have taken her up on the offer, if it had not been her but her young daughter, if she had one.

The vacation was over all too quickly. I drove the four of us back to the LA bus depot and put the girls on the bus back to their home. It was more direct from LA than from up the coast. I was very sad to see them go.

The spring quarter seemed to fly by. Kelly and I had plenty of time together. I continued to make it with girls from the group. It was all fun but I missed Amy terribly. I was pretending that Kelly was Amy. Soon it would be time to think about finals.

These finals would be different. They were going to be my last.

I was preparing for my graduation. There was a new world out there for me to conquer. I was visiting job fairs, and giving my resume to head hunters. I knew I wanted to spend at least one more summer as a lifeguard.

The last week of school was busy, taking finals and packing. There was something so final about clearing out for the last time. Kelly had already reserved the apartment for the next quarter for her, and that girl we had the threesome with. The last night we were in bed making love knowing that we would be separated for who knows how long. My parents came up for the graduation. They stayed in a nearby hotel prepared to drive home some of my belongings.

I renewed my CPR card and training certificate as soon as I got home. My parents were a little disappointed that I was going to waste the summer at the pool instead of looking for work. There were three of the old lifeguards there and one new girl, for our total of five.

The one big disappointment after a week was that I didn’t see Susie around. I asked a couple of her friends about her, they told me that her family had moved away a couple of months before. I was faced with the prospect of spending the summer without Susie. I had been looking forward to renewing our affair.

That was not the only change. They had eliminated the locker room attendant. That didn’t make much sense to me. They got paid less than the lifeguards. Now one of the guards would have to keep an eye on the locker room. That meant fewer guards on the deck.

I would have even less time to study ads for jobs at work. The surprise benefit was getting to watch girls change. Most of the time they arrived with their swimsuits already on under their clothes, but the little darlings had to take off the wet suits to get dressed to go home. I studied them, trying not to attract attention to what I was doing. More than once I started getting wet seeing those sweet young pussies.

One day when the pool was about to close for the day I was reading a job opportunities page, when something came flying through the door at me. I didn’t see it coming until it hit me. It was a brown paper bag, like a lunch bag. When I opened it I found a training bra, with something written in it. What was written on it was shocking, “Do you want to take this off of me?” It was addressed to me.

There was no mistake in the delivery. There was no name in it so I didn’t know who the tease was. There was obviously a young girl that wanted me. There was no way of knowing which girl had thrown it. Three days later the same thing happened while I was minding my own business reading. The bag was addressed to me again. This time it was panties. Same note, no name. No one said anything to me about them. I kept the bra and panties. It was obvious that they belonged to a young girl. The handwriting looked like a girl no more than 11 or 12, or maybe 13. She definitely had not grown out of them. But who the hell was she?

Sitting up on the guard tower behind my mirrored sunglasses, you learn to watch what is going on around you. Guards and swimmers alike, try to play jokes on you. You can have your head pointed in one direction, and be looking in another. That way you can catch kids doing stuff they shouldn’t be doing. They think they got away with something because you weren’t looking in their direction. You have the option of ignoring it or spinning around, and calling them out. One day there was a new girl in the pool I had never seen before. I knew because she stuck out. I watched what she was doing. She had a group of girls around her. All of the girls were 9 to 11-years-old. I found out later that she was only 11 years-old. What made her stand out was her breasts had to be at least a double D. The girl was definitely not shy. I witnessed her slipping up her two piece swimsuit top and allow the girls around her to feel her tits. It was funny to watch them comparing their own breasts with hers. Several of them were almost as flat chested as boys. She wasn’t the only one flashing her breasts. A couple of them flashed her back. They didn’t have much to flash though.

Later I confronted her. She almost panicked when I told her what I had seen her doing that. I asked her, her name and age. She blurted that her name was Heather, and she was 11-years-old, when I asked. I told her that it was inappropriate for her to be flashing her breasts in the pool. She professed that she was proud of them. Proud or not she shouldn’t be showing them off in the pool. There were time and places for that, but the pool was not the place.

She lived out side of the area, up in a place where you could grow cherries, she said. I told her there was no cherry picking in the pool. But I told her that I loved cherries, but didn’t I think the cherries she were ripe yet. But she should come back and see me, when they were.

I don’t think she understood what I was saying, because I was using a double entendre beyond her understanding. She had no clue what I was talking about. I only saw her around the pool a couple of times more before she was gone.

Nothing much more happened until near the end of summer when Heather came back. It was late August; the number of kids in the pool was diminishing as they prepared to return to school or growing tired of the pool as the summer wearied on.

One afternoon while I was doing my turn on locker room duty, Heather waited until we were alone in the locker room to tell me, “My cherry is ripe.”

I asked her, “Do you have any with you?”

She said, “Right here!” and grabbed one breast with one hand and her crotch with the other. She obviously had learned what I had been joking about earlier in the summer. She was serious now. She asked me, “Do you want to eat my cherry?”

I had her stay after the pool closed and I checked to make sure we were alone. I led her by the hand to the lifeguard’s locker room, and sat her on that old green sofa. I sat down next to her and fondled her breasts then I removed the top of her swimsuit so that I could suckle on her nipples. I hooked my fingers in her bottoms and pulled them down. She had no objections to me rubbing her pussy and her clit, which really stuck out. I got down on my knees to lick her pussy and inspect it. It was obvious that she was a virgin. The little tart may have developed fast, and been playing around but no one had broken her hymen. I sucked her long enough to have her cum.

So I didn’t go any farther with Heather. I let her get dressed, and sent her home. I didn’t see her again the rest of the summer.

In addition to my lifeguard duties I was also the swim team coach again. In the past I arranged for our last swim meet to be against a team from Santa Barbra. They were out of our league. That just means they were not in the league we competed against. I had to have special permission to travel. I had called their coach early in the season to make arrangements with the coach for this year’s meet.

Normally it entailed an early morning two hour drive up the coast, spend the afternoon at the meet and a two hour drive home. But this year after talking to the parents there was a desire to see some of the tourist attractions in the area. There were some that wanted to see the Santa Barbra Mission, but most wanted to drive over the hills to Solvang.

Solvang is a Scandinavian community that was built as a tourist attraction in the middle of an old farming valley. The buildings reflect an Danish design, and they proudly display flags and colors of such countries as Norway, Sweden, Finland, and Denmark. They pride themselves on creating authentic homeland meals and confectioneries.

The parents were planning on going to the swim meet in the early afternoon, and then visiting Solvang in the late afternoon. They planned on having dinner there in the evening. Those that didn’t want to spend the money for expensive restaurant meals could take their children to the A&W hamburger hamlet close to the 101 highway. Then they would go back to Santa Barbra for the night.

We had to raise money for such an outing, mothers had bake sales, and the kids conducted car washes at a gas station. The kids were motivated to work hard to raise the money, and they worked hard to get ready for the swim meet. Most of the kids would spend the night in the motel or hotel rooms with their parents. For those kids that the parents couldn’t or wouldn’t be going, permission slips had to be provided for them to stay with other people. We tried to pair them up with their friends, and separate the boys and girls into different rooms. I had the day off from the pool to supervise the trip. My plan was to get a single room for myself.

As they say, “The best laid plans of mice and men,” when the day came, and the meet was over the day was over there was one girl extra after pairing them up. Her name was Jenny. She was a cute girl with light brown hair down to her shoulders, but not what anyone would call a classic beauty. The fact that she was only 11 allowed her plenty of time to blossom into a beauty. The problem arose that if I allowed her to sleep in my room it was a single, one bed. Jenny was happy to share a bed with me though.

After my affairs with Susie and Amy I was primed for young pussy. I really didn’t want to run the risk of getting in trouble. I would have preferred that Jenny stay with someone else. Under the circumstances I couldn’t refuse to allow her to stay with me. I promised myself that I wouldn’t make a pass at her. My objective was to simply go to sleep right away.

It only took until after 11:00pm for everyone to settle down in their rooms. I had to keep an eye on all of the kids, and get on their case for throwing ice from the ice machine at each other in the parking lot. There were kids coming to the door complaining about one thing or another. Either it was too cold or two hot in their rooms or the faucets leaked and the dripping was keeping them up.

Jenny had changed into pajamas with short sleeves and legs, with little Bugs Bunnies and Daffy Ducks on them, in our bathroom for bed while I was solving a dripping faucet problem. She was in bed trying to go to sleep, but not getting much rest. Eventually I got to use the bathroom to change into my nightgown. The one I brought along was light cotton that only reached to mid thigh. As usual I didn’t bother with panties. I turned out the lights and got into bed next to Jennifer.

As we lay there Jennifer asked me, “Last summer I saw you holding Susie under a towel.”

I thought no one could see what was going on under the towel.

Besides I thought all of the kids in the pool were too young to understand what was going on. Jenny may not have understood then, but in the course of the year she must have figured it out.

She asked, “What were you and Susie doing under that towel?”

I tried to pass it off, “We were just keeping warm.”

She wasn’t buying that. She said, “During the winter my mom explained the birds and bees to me. I could tell something was going on under that towel.”

She was a bright girl. I guess she was starting to put two and two together. After several denials, she told me, “It is okay, whatever happened. My mom told me about things that happen between girls.”

It seems Mommy also told her about masturbation. Jenny had been spending the time afterwards getting in a little practice. This was getting interesting. “What else did Mommy say?”

Apparently her mom had what could be called a healthy and open mind about sex. Jenny was allowed to masturbate all she wanted. Mom had told her about it, and then showed Jenny how to do it by doing it to herself in front of Jenny. She had even volunteered to do it to her, but Jenny was a little too embarrassed to allow her to do it. Just the same Mom had made sure Jenny understood that masturbation was done in private. Her mother had also drilled into her that she was not mature enough for a relationship with boys. They would want to do thing to her. She needed to know that those things could result in her becoming pregnant.

A light went off in my head. I had met her mother before; she was a single woman, and not all that old, she was only 29-years-old and Jenny was only 11-years-old. She had never married as far as I knew and had raised her daughter alone. Mom’s name was Pamela but preferred Pam.

A few questions on my part told me that Jenny’s mom had gotten pregnant during or shortly after her senior year of high school. She managed to graduate before it was known she was pregnant, including her own family. She had been disowned, and had to support Jenny on her own. She knew the importance of education and got some community college education before expenses forced her to quit. I also learned that her mom had some overnight house guests from time to time but never anything lasting. Jenny said that the ladies were nice to her.

They slept in her Mom’s bed overnight.

Jenny had been told in no uncertain terms not to get involved with boys on any kind of sexual level. It was unspoken, but her mom didn’t mind if she had girls her age as overnight guests of her own. Jenny had a few sleepovers with her girlfriends, but had never indulged in any sexual activity with them. She was just starting to develop an interest in sex, and what went on in her mother’s bedroom behind closed doors. The noise coming from her bedroom at night was intriguing. Was her mom masturbating with those ladies in there? Since she knew about masturbation, and about male and female sex she started to guess about lesbian sex. She had never acted on her desires to find out about it because she didn’t know anyone that was openly a lesbian.

The reason she had started the conversation was her memory about what she suspected Susie and I had been doing a year ago under that towel. She wanted to know if I touched Susie. I told her yes, and Susie liked it. Jenny asked, “Do you want to touch me, and show me what you did to Susie?”

I propped myself up on my side facing her and exclaimed, “Do bears shit in the woods? Of course I would love to teach you about everything I did with Susie. Are you sure you want it; is okay with you if I touch you in places that are known as private places, without telling anyone?”

Jenny promised that she would never tell anyone. I started kissing her on the face as I uncovered her. I paid special attention to her eyes. I worked my way down to her neck with light kisses and light brushes with my lips and tongue. I lingered at her ear long enough to make her uncomfortable, with licks in her ear and blowing in it softy. She was responding beautifully as planned. I knew I could do anything with my mouth from then on. I had to be careful not to get carried away and leave hickies on her –at least where they could be seen by others. I began kissing her softy and gently at first but as the desire took over I became more aggressive. She was responding to me like a tuning fork. I could tell her passion was growing too. I kissed her on the mouth and introduced my tongue. She stopped me. I had to explain to her what I was doing because she had never been kissed like that. When I returned to tongue kissing her I explored her mouth and sucked the air right out of her lungs.

I slid my hand down her body and touched her nipples. Her breasts were nothing more than swollen lumps of flesh at that point. I soon was removing her pajama top. I just had to see what she had. I can honestly say that her areolas were larger than her tits. I was studying them by the light coming in from the bathroom and the glow from the television. Her breasts were no larger than walnuts under a towel. My hands got busy feeling and stroking her little breasts, toying with her little areolas and nipples. My efforts were turning her on. I stopped kissing her and told her, “I also touched Susie other places.”

She breathlessly asked, “Where?”

I said, “Between her legs. Can I feel you there too?” She thought about it for a little bit, and then nodded her head up and down.

I slid my hand down to her pajama bottoms, and struggled to pull them down. I had to stop all other activity, and sit up to pull her pajamas off of her legs. I also took that opportunity to pull my nightgown over my head and fling it away. I was absolutely drooling at the sight of her hairless little pussy.

When I parted her fat little opening I saw that her nice little labia were just starting to develop. I could feel that tempting bulge of her little clitoris. I love little girls that have an exposed clit. Tasting them is great, but feeling them is even better with my tongue, my lips and my fingers. She had her hands on my boobs. I never did have very large breasts, but they filled her hands. She was trying to suck on my tits like I had done to her. Meanwhile I was busy toying with the tempting lips of her pussy. I slipped a finger between the lips to explore her to stimulate her so that she would be sopping wet when I put my mouth on her cunt.

Going down on her prevented her from playing with my boobs any longer. I missed the pleasure of that, but I had a much stronger desire to taste her pussy. I kissed the fat of her inner thighs. I could tell Jenny was getting excited if nothing else, by her smell. While I settled in, and began to lick, Jenny placed her hands on top of my head, filling her hands with my hair. I gave her a good tongue bath before I opened those lovely lips and stuck my tongue inside. The whole time she was wiggling around, clinging to my hair and moaning and groaning. I could tell it was all new to her. It thrilled me to be the first to taste her sweet pussy. I love being the first to introduce them to the new experiences of lesbian sex.

I stuck my tongue up inside her and felt her hymen. There was one hell of a desire to break it. My tongue wondered all around inside of her lips before moving up to her clit. I could tell she was very excited and close to cumming. She was so distracted that she even started to cry because she could not cum. She didn’t know what it was all about. I knew what her problem was and bit her clit just enough to take her mind off of the feelings in her body. That was all it took, she went into convulsions and gasped for air while she experienced her first orgasm.

I wondered what her mother would say if she knew what I was doing to her daughter. I was sure her mother was no stranger to the lesbian world. Would she be interested in me too?

Jenny was recovering and was soon able to speak coherently. She said, “I have had climaxes when I masturbated, but nothing compared to this! Did that ever happen to you?”

“Yes dear, it did happen to me, and it does every time I make love to a sweet young thing like you,” I replied softly.

Jenny whispered, “Can I do it to you?”

“I’m not one to turn down such an offer!” I cried.

We returned to kissing each other. I showed her how to use her tongue. She already had her hands on my tits. She was feeling my areolas and my stiffening nipples. That sure got my floodgates open.

I was positively dripping. If I wasn’t wet before I sure as hell was now. Jenny’s mouth was still busy sucking on my face her hands were busy down between my legs.

She discovered that my pussy was as bald as her pussy. She had seen her mother’s hairy pussy before, and asked, “Why don’t you have any hair down there?”

“I shave it off regularly! Do you like it?” I said.

She said, “You’re like a little girl down there!” She giggled after making the statement.

I pulled her head down to my pussy and told her to get busy. I gave her fingers a tour of my most intimate places. Her nose was so close that it kept rubbing the back of her fingers. Her fingers found where my hymen had been as she stuck her fingers in deep enough to feel my cervix. She was sucking on my nipples and switching back and forth from tit to tit. She looked up at me with those big eyes and whispered, “You’re all wet down there.”

Boy was that ever the truth! I told her to continue finger fucking me. I loved the feeling of her little fingers inside of me. All too soon I needed more.

I asked, “Would you do to me with your mouth what I did to you?”

She was blushing as she nodded her head up, and down. I spread my legs and pulled her head down to my pussy. She looked at my cunt for a moment before she started licking my pussy. Suddenly she pulled back and asked, “Is that pee all over you down there?”

I assured her, “No baby that is just a lot of my love juice. I do that when I get really excited.”

Jenny’s tongue went back to work in my pussy and her mouth latched onto my clit. While she was licking me her tongue got the full benefit of the flavor of my womanly cum juice.

She seemed to enjoy the taste. (I’m sure it was not as sweet as the nectar she produced.) I told her to lick the inside of the inner lips. She was sticking her tongue as deep inside of me as she could. When her fingers were not at work her tongue and mouth were. I grabbed her head and lifted her head up while directing her to my clit. She returned her finger to my cunt after vacating her tongue. She was finger fucking me while sucking on my clit. When I came she found out just how much juice I could produce.

She was not going to be satisfied with just that. After I got her fires lit, there was no turning them off. She liked having her fingers in me. She started begging me, “Please let me put your fingers into me!”

I had a problem, what should I do? I explained, “Honey your vagina has a protective skin covering called a hymen. It may not seem important to you now, but in the future you might wish you had saved it for your husband. Also what would your mother say when she finds out it is broken?”

Jenny told me, “Mama promised to buy me a vibrator when I’m 12-years-old.” (Wow…what a mother, what a family!)

I figured Jenny would break it herself before long anyway. Why not me? I was going to be ready this time. I got a towel from the bathroom and a warm damp washcloth. I placed a firm pillow under her butt to elevate it, with the towel under her butt.

I told her, “I’m going to break your cherry for you, then I’m going to have sex with you like you never felt before!”

With the light streaming in from the bathroom I could study her cunt closely. I marveled at the beauty of her little virgin pussy because she was not going to be a little girl much longer. I did it fast. I shoved two fingers into her quickly. I figured it would be better to get it over with quickly. I could tell by her face that it hurt. She whimpered and whined and grabbed hold of my wrist. I placed my other hand over her mouth. I whispered, “The pain will diminish soon, baby.”

After a couple of minutes the sting must have been going away.

I began to lick her pussy while continuing to fingerfuck her. She was tight and the passage up to her cervix was short. I stuck two fingers in her, and started pumping in and out. I was continuing suck on her clit. I felt it stand up and throb. I used my other hand to place a finger above her clit and pulled back the hood, so that I could suck her all the more. With my finger fucking and sucking her clit it didn’t take long this time for her to have another climax. It was not as earth shattering as the first one, but she was physically drained. I cleaned up the traces of blood with the warm washcloth and pulled the pillow out from under her and made her comfortable on the bed. I cuddled up against her backside, spooning her while covering us up with the sheet and blankets. She was fast asleep in no time.

We had to get up early in the morning. It would not do for anyone to barge in on us the way we were sleeping, so we grabbed a quick shower together. I couldn’t resist sitting her on the toilet seat and sucking her pussy just to get the juices flowing. We couldn’t waste time because we needed to join the rest of the team for breakfast. We planned on visiting the mission and the waterfront before we headed home.

If you have ever been around 40 children ranging in age from 8 to 15 in a restaurant you can picture the chaos getting them fed. I’m sure some of the parents noticed how tired Jenny and I looked, but I suspect they attributed it the long night getting the kids to bed down. Jenny rode home with me. When I dropped her off at her mother’s house I gave her a quick kiss on the lips before anyone could see what I was doing.

The next day I was back at the pool for the last public swim of the summer. Luckily it wasn’t crowded. I was sitting in the lifeguard’s chair on a towel. That allowed me to relax, and think about what had happened to me the last couple of years.

I no longer cared about men. I loved women and girls! If I admitted the truth I really loved little girls, girls right on the cusp of becoming young ladies. While I sat there behind my glasses I watched the young girls playing and screaming as they played in the pool.

My life was changing, I had to move forward, But, oh, how I loved my Summer lifeguard job!

By Eva

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in January 2008 }

“Mummy, this is my matchmaking game,” said Tina, leading me to a gaudily painted series of boxes, numbered one to ten, set on the coffee table. “Specially made for you ‘cos it’s your birthday tomorrow.”

It was my birthday tomorrow, that was true. Where has the past year gone? I wondered. My freckle-faced, blonde mop-haired daughter was continuing: “So we thought we’d find you someone to help you celebrate it.”

“We?” I asked.

She just giggled and moved the boxes closer.

My daughter, who is nine and quite lovely, seemed particularly anxious I should play this game. I was busy – being a full time worker and single mother qualifies me as busy – and things around the home wouldn’t get done by themselves. However, family first… “Okay, pet.” I smiled as she sat me down on the sofa and pushed the stacked boxes towards me. The washing could wait a few more minutes, I was sure.

“Right Mum,” said my daughter, “All you have to do is reach into any three boxes and take out a picture. Then we see who you like most and who you can meet and maybe have a date with–”

“Tina! Are you thinking that matchmaking is finding me a man?” And I was thinking matchmaking meant pairing up two numbers. Stupid me. Of course it was: pairing up two lonely ones. But I was too busy, too independent to think of trying to find a new man after Jake left me.

But then, Tina would want a father figure too in the home. Four years we had been on our own, so she would be thinking it was about time she had a new dad maybe. But as much as I was wary of going to meet new men (I hadn’t gotten over how selfish the last one had been four years ago) there was no point in spoiling my girl’s little game.

“Okay, sunshine,” I smiled. “Let’s hope I pick a nice, rich man.” I had no idea who she would think suitable for me, but as I say, this was just a game. I reached into box one and drew out an envelope.

“Open it!” chortled Tina.

I opened the envelope: it was Johnny Depp. A picture cut from a magazine. “Wow, good choice darling, but I think he may be a little out of my reach.” I saw Tina looking blankly at me. “Making films, being away a lot, having other stars for company. Nice, but out of my league, sorry.” I put the picture of Captain Jack Sparrow down.

“Well, you have two more goes,” said Tina, somberly. She was taking this seriously, bless her.

“Let’s hope it’s Daniel Craig and he’s free this weekend,” I said and reached for box six.

It was a Craig, but not the one I thought. It was Mr. Craig, from down the road. Sixty if he was a day… a picture taken at the school carol concert last year when he had remembered to put his teeth in. “Oh, that Mr. Craig,” I said, feeling dismayed my daughter would think I would want to form a relationship with a man twenty-five years older than me. Bald as a coot and less attractive. But I tried not to show too much disappointment that he might, as Tina said, be available for a date.

“But I have one more pick, right?” I said brightly, attempting not to show any fear that my choice might end up being Mr. Craig’s father.

I went for box seven. “My lucky number,” I smiled at my daughter, wondering what I’d get this time.

The envelope had a picture of Becky, Tina’s cousin. Twelve years old, wavy chestnut coloured hair and hazel eyes. For a pre-teen, she was looking like she would be an attractive young lady. But the picture wasn’t a man, which I pointed out to Tina, so it wouldn’t qualify.

“I know, but she asked if she could be in there,” said Tina. “Becky told me she likes you, Mum.”

I sighed. My sister Millie lived on the other side of town and we saw her and her husband and their only child every couple of weeks or so. Tina and Becky, I was glad to see, got along well enough despite their age difference. Some girls on the verge of growing up tend to see little girl cousins as nuisances, but Becky was always good to Tina. “I am happy she likes me, sweetheart, and I really like her, but I am not sure she qualifies as a date.”

“But you don’t know, Mum,” said Tina. She had that look in her eyes that told me when she wasn’t going to let go of an idea. “Not until you go out on a date.”

“Tina, think about this. I am a woman, she is a girl and women and girls don’t date!” I stood up and put down the picture of Becky, smiling out at me. Nice smile, I thought. As I began to turn away I noticed my niece’s shoulders were bare in the photo. “Tina… Where did you get this picture?”

We had, as two families, been on holiday five months ago but the campsite swimming pool was closed and the sea too cold to swim in, so it wouldn’t be a picture from the holiday. Anyway, the picture looked like it was taken in Tina’s room.

“I took it last week, when they came over,” said my girl. “I told Becky what I was going to do and she said great and posed for the photo.”

I searched my memory. “But… she had a top on. A red one. One we bought her for her last birthday.”

Tina grinned. “Yeah, I know. She took it off.”

I was puzzled. “But why?”

“Oh Mum! It was so you’d think she’d got nice shoulders.”

I was confused. “You mean, you and she planned all this… and I was supposed to think she was… (and I gulped here) you know, attractive?”

Tina chuckled, but didn’t say anything.

Then the thought hit me. I went into the boxes and pulled out all the envelopes left. Seven of them in all and I tore them open: all them were of Becky. All seven were pictures taken in Tina’s bedroom, and each of them showed she had no top on. Not least was the fact that four showed her naked from the waist up.

Small, round breasts with pert, pale brown nipples.

“Tina,” I gasped. “I was meant to open one of these? See her like this?”

My daughter nodded. “It was Becky’s idea. She said you’d like her with nothing on.”

“Nothing on?” I felt faint and wanted to clutch myself for support. “But she had her pants on, right?”

Tina said nothing and had just the merest smile on her lips.

I felt affronted and used and quite strange all in all. I got a grip on myself. “I think, given my needs in life, Christina (I always used her full name whenever my child was in trouble) that Mr. Craig down the road is looking the best prospect for me, wouldn’t you say?”

Christina said exactly nothing, and that always annoyed me most when she did that. “Go to your room, young lady,” I said and swept the pictures – all of them – into the wastepaper bin. Problem dealt with, and I would be having a word with my sister Millie about her daughter.

*****

I couldn’t quite bring myself to calling Millie up. She was a nurse and in the middle of some exams: the last thing she needed was a distraction like this. Anyway, the more I thought about it the more I saw it as some prank. The two girls were trying to wind me up.

Clever too having eight pictures of Becky in the boxes. I had to pick at least one of her from the three choices. It just turned out I had picked the two males first. Depp and Craig, even if the wrong Craig, were just makeweights.

Of course, I wondered why Tina thought this was a good idea. I had no doubt Becky put her up to it, but Tina wasn’t blameless herself. Hadn’t I taught her to say “no” if she as unsure about anything?

As I was alone (Tina was sulking in her room) I went back after a while and looked at the pictures of Becky again. She was indeed a good looking girl, and one would imagine in a few years time she would have plenty of boys after her.

But why on earth would the girl think I would find her attractive? Kids, who can understand them…

I went to toss the photos away again but held on to the one that showed Becky’s young boobs off so nicely. If nothing else, it would be perfect to shock Millie into reining her daughter in if she was pulling pranks like this.

*****

“She does like you, Mum,” said Tina the next day as I got breakfast and chivied her into hurrying up. School began at the same time every day and she always seemed surprised by the fact.

“Who does?” I was being super-mum, rushing around doing everything, and I had no idea what Tina was talking about.

“Becky, Mum,” said Tina, dawdling over her bowl of cereal. “She only wanted those pictures in there ‘cos she likes you a lot. She thinks you are lovely.”

I stopped in my dashing around. “What? Becky thinks I am…. lovely?”

“More than that. Sexy, she says.” Tina was saying this casually, as if passing on a fact. “She thinks you would make a good girlfriend and–”

“What!” I interrupted full force. I dragged the kitchen chair out on my side of the table and sat down in front of my daughter. “Tina, let me be crystal clear about this. I am a woman, your cousin Becky is a female. No, more than that: she is a young girl. A child – twelve years old. Women and pre-teen children do not have dates. They are not, repeat not, girlfriends.” My face was growing hot here and I had no idea why.

“She’ll be thirteen next month,” offered Tina.

“No! Not twelve or thirteen or fourteen… any age! She’s a girl!” I was feeling warm, especially in my face.

“But she’s nice! You said so yourself.”

I took a deep breath. “Christina, I said she was nice at that birthday party of Aunt Millie’s. Her dress, how she’d done her hair. She looked… well, sweet. And yes, she is a nice girl. She is, um, very pleasant to be with.”

“So?”

“So… what?” I blinked, gathering the loose ends. “You mean… So why am I not interested in her as… as a girlfriend?” I tried to spit the word out.

Tina wasn’t fazed by my venom. “She’s got a lovely smile and nice boobs and she is really funny–”

“How many times, Christina?” I was getting really flushed now and hoped my daughter didn’t ask me why I was getting so red in the cheeks. “Lovely for a boyfriend no doubt. When she’s older. End of story.”

I got up from the table and turned away, feeling very uncomfortable with myself. There was a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. Tension, no doubt. And we were getting late for her school and my work.

End of story, I reminded myself. About fifty times I told myself that on the way to the office.

*****

It was sneaky, but I went through Tina’s room when she was out that evening. As a caring mother I am entitled to make sure my daughter is not doing anything she shouldn’t, and while I respect her privacy totally, this was important.

I was looking for any more pictures of Becky, wondering how they had taken so many and managed to print them from her little camera without anyone knowing. Well, maybe Becky had done it somehow. I just had a feeling there would be more than the eight I’d seen.

And there was. There was a ninth picture.

In a drawer, under a few old school books, was a photo taken I presume by Tina as it was in her bedroom. A photo of Becky lying on her back on my daughter’s single bed, propped up on her elbows. She was smiling happily, utterly naked and with legs apart. Wide apart and knees up.

My heart skipped a beat as I looked at it, but I knew I was staring right at my niece’s hairless pussy. It was looking right back at me, gaping slightly. Like so many young females, she had no prominent nether lips. Just a small, pink slit and the faintest, merest hint of moisture on them.

I swallowed hard. It was either a trick of the light, a printer fault or she had been masturbating.

Oh God, I moaned and had to sit down.

*****

“Christina, we need to talk.” I was at my most efficient, most motherly. Most worried.

“Yes Mum?” So sweet and happy to talk.

“I found a picture. Up in your bedroom. One of Becky. One I hadn’t seen before.” I realized I was speaking in short bursts. Dramatic effect or being stupid?

Tina smiled. “I know. It’s a nice one.” She looked proud too. “I took that one like I did the others.”

I was slightly taken aback, the way a parent often is when they prepare for resistance from the child and the wall gives way all too easily. I was in a heap, as it were. “You knew I’d find it?”

“Course I did, Mum. That was why it was there, so you’d see it.”

I was aghast, and not for the first time today. “But… it was obscene.” Tina looked puzzled at me and I responded: “Obscene. Dirty. Too revealing. Private… of her parts down there.” I was floundering a little.

“Oh it was only her pussy,” said Tina, unconcerned. “She did that thing you do, before I took the picture.”

“What thing?” I sat down.

“You know, that rubbing thing. I saw you Mum, in your room, through the crack in the door a few weeks ago. You were lying down and rubbing down there. I heard you say ‘oh fuck’ and then you sort of shuddered.”

I looked at my daughter’s innocent bland face, not knowing what to say. She had seen me frigging off? Fuck indeed.

“And I saw you do it in the bath, with your legs up on the side and you had that thing in your hand.”

That thing…. Oh yes, the electric toothbrush I kept for myself. With the vibrating head.

“And on holiday, on the bed in your room, with that magazine with all those pictures of ladies without clothes on and you were just doing that–”

“Tina!” She stopped when I yelled. I drew breath. “That magazine… someone had left it under the bed. It wasn’t mine!” No way would I go and buy a copy of Girls, Giggles and Garters or whatever it was. Now Lesbian Licks maybe… I shut the thoughts out. This was not going the way I expected.

“Listen honey,” I said in the most placatory way I could. “Mummies who are on their own sometimes do things like that to, well, you know…” She didn’t, clearly. “It’s a woman thing, when she’s alone.”

“And that’s why I think Becky’s perfect for you,” grinned Tina. “‘So’s you won’t be on your own any more.”

I cleared my throat. “Becky is… she’s a girl and–”

“She’s almost thirteen,” said my daughter indignantly. As if that conferred adulthood on her. Or some mysterious sexual appeal.

“She’s a girl and I don’t need a girl. Or a woman,” I added a tad too hastily.

“Mum,” said Tina softly, “but you like Becky and she likes you and you can be friends and do those things in your books.”

Oh God, she had found my pile of lesbian novels and how-to-make-lesbian-love handbooks and all the rest of it. Had I got no secrets left at all? I swallowed hard. “Tina, it isn’t what you think it is.”

I couldn’t blame my girl for raising her eyebrow at me. So what, mother dear, should I think it is?

I was unsure what to say now. My daughter had seen me fingering myself, using a vibrating toothbrush way lower than designed for, found my reading matter and for all I knew she had discovered the strap on I had bought some years ago. In case I met someone who I wanted to fuck. Or she do me, however it worked out.

She had almost certainly found the handcuffs and the leather skirt with the slit up the side and the fishnet stockings. All, I hasten to add, bought in one mad afternoon in London’s Soho while the rest of them were going round some gallery. But it was clear that I was now in no position to show any picture of Becky, legs wide or tits out, to my sister Millie and raise a stink over this dating picture game of theirs.

While I was pretty certain no one would try to blackmail me, I was pretty certain Becky also knew now all about my secret life. “Okay,” I sighed. “So what is this idea of yours here?”

Tina chuckled and came and gave me a cuddle. “It’s okay Mum. I don’t mind anything, I just want you to be happy.”

I cuddled Tina back. “And you think me and your cousin would be happy?”

“Yes,” said my girl, looking up at me, face shining. “She really, really likes you.”

“Really, really?” I asked, the energy I’d pent up for a fight finally disappearing. I kissed Tina’s hair.

Tina giggled and hugged me more. “And she can come round and sleep over and you’ll be so happy.”

“I am sure,” I said, not being sure at all. I might fancy adult women but a teenager? No, a pre-teen as it stood. How would that work? Shopping for matching tops in Kidsworld, or listening to rap and saying whatever kids say these days about it?

Certainly no romantic candlelit dinners, or forays to the gay side of the Queen Anne pub. It was safe bet that small kids wouldn’t be expected to get a round of drinks in on the dyke side of the house. Perhaps McWhatsits do a burger meal for adult and child lesbian lovers, sort of one-and-a-half size portions with a big heart and a smaller heart on the box.

There was also the matter of Millie my sister wanting to know no doubt why her child was wanting all of a sudden to have sleep-overs at Tina’s. And insist on packing her own strap on.

I sighed, “Well, honey, maybe you are right but I don’t know how you are.”

“Because,” said Tina with a sly grin at me, “Aunt Millie says it will be fine.”

Aunt Millie? Oh fuck, I thought as the room swam.

*****

Millie was grinning, the bitch. I was mortified and blushed as she and the girls all sat looking at me. Enjoying my all too obvious embarrassment. In particular Becky with her tumbling chestnut hair.

“It’s okay, sis,” Millie purred. “I talked it over with Becca (she always called daughter that) and she has my full approval. Just go easy on her, okay?” Her eyes twinkled as she said it, enjoying my discomfort.

“But how did you know?” I was nervous looking at her and the girls, one sat either side of Millie.

“Oh Lana! Tina told Becca and she told me about your stash of girl mags. We thought it was funny you trying to hide them, and when I saw you jilling furiously on holiday I called the girls to peek at you on the bed with that revolting men’s magazine you’d found. But then as I put it there, it was hardly surprising.”

I got over my shock fairly swiftly. “You… you put it there? And you all… You saw me?” My blush was so hot I almost fried.

“Oh for goodness’ sake, sister!” Millie was smiling but serious too. “I can recognize a lonely lesbian when I see one. You were sending all the signals, and even Becca saw them.”

“She’s clever, is Becky,” chimed in Tina. Becky, praised to the heights, merely grinned wider at me.

I looked at my niece, at how she was dressed. A pale pink and white top with buttons on the shoulder, her pre-teen small bust just visible. A blue skirt, short enough that it would slip back without any effort. Fuck, I wish…I wish I wasn’t feeling so hot between my legs. I made an obvious job of tugging down the hem of my own skirt in the hope the casual movement would hide me grinding my thighs together seeking relief.

More, she had her legs slightly open and I could see her pink knickers in case I was in any doubt. And this wasn’t I knew a casual pose, a relaxing and a forgetting. Becky knew what she was doing and that I could see, and as I looked she hitched her skirt hem back just a fraction more.

“I really do like you,” said Becky as she watched me looking at her. “I love being with you, Aunt Lana.” Getting grown up now, not calling me “Antlarn” as she used to when little.

“Well, good. I’ve always liked you,” I said, awkwardly. Being reserved was good here, I decided. Seeming casual about getting my niece in bed might be the best policy.

“Then it’s okay, now. You can start,” said Tina, out of the blue. “You ‘n’ Becky can be lovers.”

“Uh… lovers?” I gasped, understanding what the implications of this actually were. This wouldn’t be dating, it would be sex. You could explain it in three words: woman, girl, fucking.

I turned back to Millie, trying to sort my thoughts. “So how come you know so much about les–” I was finding it hard to say the word. “Those people.”

“Those people are closer than you think,” my sister said with that twinkle in her eye. It was at that moment I saw where Tina’s hand was. It had slid into my sister’s. Holding hands, as lovers would. Oh, fuck, I groaned. I think I must have said it because everyone laughed.

“Yes, indeed,” said Millie. And she gave my daughter a lingering, loving kiss.

*****

What did I think of my daughter and my sister? I hadn’t even begun to formulate a thought about it really, but here I was with my niece. Alone, and this moment was occupying all my thinking space.

Here in the bedroom, my bedroom, I was awkward being alone with Becky. “I don’t know what to do,” I said.

“Okay, how about you undress me. I would like that, Lana.”

Lana? I shot her a look, What happened to the Aunt part? Then I understood: if we were lovers, then the Aunt bit slowed it all up. I had to be Lana for her. My bedroom name, as it were.

I was shaking as I stepped up to the girl. I have, of course undressed my own daughter and even, when Becky was younger, helped her out of wet clothes or once (spectacularly) when she was sick. But a mother/aunt role is different to undressing for sex and I was all fingers and thumbs. But not in any erotic way.

Becky, for her part, was patient as I fumbled to get her shoulder buttons undone. She even smiled at me reassuringly. The buttons came undone, and still shaking I slid the top up and over her head, and she shook her chestnut hair back as her it came free.

Becky had a pretty little white training bra on underneath, with a pink rose pattern. Now I knew she had small boobs and expected to see those little bumps, as per the photo, but in a way the bra took me by surprise. Or rather it brought home even more that this was not a woman like the ones I saw in that men’s magazine – the ones with their artificially enhanced tits and black lace plunge bras – but a real girl. A pre-teen girl at that, emerging from the chrysalis.

“My bra’s new,” she said, lifting her arms as if inviting me to take it off her. “Got it just for today.”

I gulped. This had been so carefully planned they had gone shopping especially for it. I took the bra off my niece and saw, for the first time in the flesh, those perfect little semi-round globes and the delightfully pert nipples. I stared and blushed a little.

That was when I said: “My God, I’m undressing you and I haven’t even kissed you yet!” It was a ludicrous thing to say, but it was true. Should people kiss first?

The question is more I suppose, should they kiss first before what exactly? Getting into bed? Probably… My cunt spasmed. No other way to describe it, a hot jolt that made me gasp faintly.

I pulled my bare chested niece to me, my grown up lips hard on her soft young lips, feeling my heavier bust against her small, firm chest. I was a little brutal, a little overwhelming I admit. She opened her lips slightly and my tongue was there. She wouldn’t know this is how adults would kiss I anticipated – not desperate ones like me who were about to cum in their knickers.

Then she floored me, so easily and neatly with four words. “Just like Mum does,” she breathed as her lithe young tongue fought back.

Millie? She kissed her daughter? I pulled away and stared, my belly turning to water. They were all doing it, all having sex. My daughter, my sister, my niece… I was the outsider here. The latecomer to the party. “Have you kissed Tina?” I managed to say.

“Of course,” laughed Becky, leaning in for another kiss. I pulled back. “But how? Why? When?”

My pretty niece laughed gently. “Oh, Lana! You know how, and I guess you know why. How can any sweet lesbian kid keep herself from kissing? And the when was months ago, back on holiday on that rainy day and you sent me and Tina up to our room and said don’t come down until you have exhausted playing some game.” Another smile. “It was some game, believe me. Especially when Mum joined in.”

I was astonished and all thoughts of sex here and now had gone out of my mind. I remembered that day, sat downstairs on my own, their father out someplace fishing, thinking the girls were playing Monopoly or something while I watched a crushingly boring black and white film on TV. Something about lovers being secretive, I seemed to recall. Well, the secret was ten feet above me.

I was sitting on the bed, staring into space. I had fought all my lesbian feelings thinking it would upset the family if they knew. Split them maybe. Now the females were all fucking like crazy and I was missing out. It just wasn’t fair, I told myself.

Becky was beside me, skirt hiked back for some reason. “Lana, it’s okay now,” she said gently, recognizing my distress. “We all know, we all care.” She took my hand and guided it to her white-pantied crotch. It was hot and wet and I suddenly snapped back to the here and now.

“But you deceived me?”

Becky shook her head, her chestnut waves bouncing. “We had to be sure, that’s all.”

Yes, they had to be sure. Discussing it in bed no doubt, wondering how I would react when I was finally allowed in. Breaking off a 69 to chat about whether I’d like it in my bumhole. Letting me into their world. I must have said that, instead of thinking it, because Becky pressed my fingers harder against her crotch. I could feel the shape of her little pussy lips underneath the taut fabric. “I’m letting you in now,” she breathed, and kissed my ear.

She was guiding my hand inside the waistband of her knickers, like she was used to this. Perhaps she was. Perhaps she fingered her mother like this all the time. Like my daughter was no doubt doing right now. I felt a ball of fire in my cunt as my fingers touched those little pussy lips of my niece, hairless, slightly puffed and surprisingly wet.

“Becky –” I started to say but she kissed me, stopping me. Her lips on mine, her tongue in my mouth, her hand on my heaving breasts.

She broke after a full minute. A minute of me having my hard nipples played with, my fingers working in that hot, wet cavern between her skinny legs. “You see how much I like you?” she asked.

I could see, very clearly now. “Oh, and happy birthday,” Becky smiled and went back to kissing me, her hands now in my knickers. Deep inside. I guess that’s where they are going to be for a long time to come.

By Eva

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in January 2008 }

She was wet. The ten-year-old had emerged from the pool and was standing on the side, letting the water run off her, rivulets sparkling in the sunlight as they ran down her swimsuit, down her legs, making a puddle at her feet.

She stood, arms stretched out, letting water run from her, letting the sun dry her and reveling in having such a perfect little pre-teen body.

She shivered slightly as her body adjusted to the difference in temperature: it wasn’t a cold day but she had got warm in the water, and even the sun wasn’t warming her as quickly as she’d want. I looked at her shape, her firm little bottom and the hollow of her back, her small slightly curved tummy and flat chest. Maybe the merest sign of swelling up there. Mushroom cap nips: the hint of things to come. I looked and marveled at how something so young could be so perfect. Cute, pretty and very desirable if you like that kind of thing. I did, even though I kept it all screwed down tight. But here at the poolside it was so hard to keep in, so tempting to let it out.

I wouldn’t though. Certainly not with my family here, my husband with my kids splashing in the pool.

The girl’s hair was wet, and though it had been tied back strands of it clung to her face and she pushed them away. Let me do that, I thought from where I lay on the sun lounger, book open on my knee and open. I didn’t care about “Sense and Sensibility” right now: I wanted this child up close to me, in my arms. My lips against hers. The only senses I wanted to fill were mine and hers, tongue in mouths, hands between legs. Where they should be. Fuck, I groaned under my breath.

The self-torture of a secret, innermost world.

I went back to the book, about a world where so much was hidden. Like now, I thought. I have to keep myself hidden, not under layers of crinolines and silks but under my skin. Deep inside I yearned for a girl like the one standing by the pool, but some things… well, it can be a cruel world if you let these thoughts get to you.

Best not to think too much on it. Just look and admire and maybe tonight when everyone’s asleep and I have the time I can rub a little and remember what I saw, what I wished for. I squeezed my thighs together just a little, wanting to both suppress that faint tingle in my sex and make it more intense. It was the rubber ball fix as I called it: you tried to squeeze the feelings smaller but knew when you relaxed your grip a little it comes to life. Bouncier than before.

Anyway, the public swimming pool was noisy and there was no chance of any privacy here, but I could dream. As one of my kids caught my eye, waving to me, I waved back. For some reason the girl I had been admiring had caught my wave, and was looking at me. To my astonishment she sauntered over towards me.

I stared at her, trying not to gulp as a very naughty thought flushed through my whole being. It was almost: you waved, I came, you will cum.

Well, of course I would be mistaken. She was going somewhere else, going to see her family or friends or aunt or whatever. Not me. It was coincidence she was walking this way, her feet delicately leaving wet footprints on the tiles.

But there was no one behind me. She stood over me, looking down, and then without invitation sat herself on the very edge of my lounger, her perfect rear pressed up to my leg.

“Hello,” I said, unsure what to say.

“Gemma’s splashing too much and Katie’s being grumpy,” she said where she sat next to me, where I could feel the heat of her little body on my leg. Her wet body. “And I still don’t like Betsy, and Martine’s said she has to go soon.”

I stared at the girl, and then cottoned on she was talking about her friends who were here at the pool with her. The usual whirl of friends that dominates the thinking of ten-year-olds: who’s hot, who’s not, who’s in, who will be out when school starts again next week. “I can stay until five,” she said, looking at me. Pointedly. “Then we have to go.”

“Your friends,” I said, confusion on my face. “This Gemma and… Won’t they be missing you?” I wanted her to stay, but I was scared she would. I could imagine my husband noticing and asking afterwards who she was. Asking why I was looking flushed no doubt.

She shrugged as if that was how it was.

“I don’t know your name,” I said.

“No,” she giggled a little. “It’s better that way.”

My heart skipped a beat. Actually, about five beats. “What way?”

“The best way,” she purred.

“What?”

The mermaid smiled at me, and then did something I never expected. She put her hand on my bare, dry leg (well, my swimming costume is for tanning, not getting wet), fairly high up too. I gave a little gasp.

“You shouldn’t,” I said, but I didn’t wriggle or try to move the child’s hand.

“What’s your name?” She asked, hand still there.

“Linda,” I said, and blushed at my stupidity. I had traded my name for nothing from her.

“Linda,” she repeated, saying it as it meant something to her. “My mum’s called Linda too.”

“Where is she?” I felt I should panic but couldn’t move.

“At home, doing things. She doesn’t know, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

I gulped. This was fast becoming the weirdest conversation ever, and I was helpless to stop it. “Doesn’t know what?”

“She doesn’t know I go with ladies like you.” She was grinning at me. “I saw you from the water and thought, I bet she would.”

Oh fuck. I was falling down some slippery, wet, hot slope.

“Would do what?” My throat was so tight nothing but a squeak came out. It made the mermaid laugh.

“You’re funny,” she said. “Like you pretend you don’t want to kiss me.”

I have a theory here: I either passed out with shock and delight and entered a dream state, or slipped into a parallel universe where little girls say things like that but you couldn’t feel anything. But the way her still wet hand edged up my dry thigh towards the temple of my desires reminded me I was in the here and now. We were right here in our universe all along: she had said them and I could feel. God, how I could feel!

“You don’t know me,” I said, registering this as the lamest, most inane response ever to getting close to what you most want in life.

The mermaid giggled more. “Bet I do.” The hand was slipping inside my thigh, and I opened my legs a little. Really I wanted to throw them wide open so my dampening costume crotch was stretched taut over my sex. Partly to make it easier in case she wanted to stroke me there, or simply to show I had surrendered. Pretty much the most basic body-language ever.

“This is wrong. We can’t do anything here,” I said, aware there was pool full of people twenty yards away. Three of whom were my family. They would probably notice Mummy french kissing a child, hands between legs.

“Then we go in there,” the girl nodded behind me. I didn’t know what she could see, but it was going to be a whole lot better than heavy public petting. On the other hand, she could take me anywhere the way I felt. The local refuse dump would have been fine too.

She let go of my leg (by now her fingers were about two inches from my pulsing cunt) and we stood together. I shot a look at the pool: I could see my husband and the kids splashing yards away. Another world, so I could leave them there for now. Mermaid took my hand and led me away from the sun lounger, the book dropped open on the floor. Having abandoned any sense and sensibility, it didn’t matter if I lost my page.

Behind us was a way into some changing rooms. Cubicles for modesty, though not too much. The place had a few people in it, but they wouldn’t take much notice of a mother and daughter, though I wondered if any of them had noticed neither of us had towels or our street clothes. Well, they could wonder.

In the cubicle I asked: “Is this it.”

“No,” said the girl with no name. “This is it, Linda,” and pressed her pretty little lips to mine.

Oh God, I must have moaned into the kiss, moaning gently at the way her little tongue pushed at my mouth, worming its wet way in, finding mine. I opened wider, not caring if she shoved that wonderful tongue down my throat. All the way through me to my wet cunt. Top down licking, I suppose.

The mermaid’s hands were on my breasts, working my nipples through the costume, making them hard under the navy blue with yellow sunflowers. For my part, I clutched her wet body to mine, gripping that adorable firm, curved rear with my hands, pressing her into me so we would melt into one.

She let go of my boobs, and ran her fingers down between us, pushing at the crotch of my costume. At the sunflower over my clit.

“I want you,” I breathed into her mouth.

“I know!” She seemed to chuckle, but that darting tongue was back, filling me, stopping me talking. The best way to be quiet, I thought, unless it was her sexy little cunt pressed down on my lips. I could be quiet a very long time like that.

Her fingers were working against my costume now. “Go inside me, please, please, please” I whimpered. God, whatever happened to dignity?

Dignity went home a long time ago. I would do anything for her, and she knew it. She was grinning as her fingers got inside my costume, feeling up into my sex, finding out that it was the wettest part of me. The wet fingers of a child rubbing into my sopping slit, feeling the shape, the depth, the heat. Feeling how my juices were running.

Finding the hard nub of my clit and, oh God, teasing it like she knew how to bring off a woman like me. A woman desperate for the hands and lips of a pretty little girl.

“Oh, I love you. So fuck me, angel,” I breathed as she reached in deeper, not knowing if she heard me as my lips were mashed to hers. It was a stupid thing to say. I didn’t know her at all. Well, only sexually.

My hands were at her little slit now. I had hardly noticed I had got my hands inside her costume, inside the wet fabric, rubbing at her small hairless slit like she would cum for me. Maybe she would, right after I came. “Please,” I whispered again, around her tongue.

“Be quiet,” she said mischievously, breaking the kiss for a moment.

“Yes, anything,” I said, and plunged back into a kiss more eagerly than before.

I came, moaning with my breath ragged and every fibre of me alive. I stood, shaking with the exertion, the climax tearing through me, in that small cubicle with people outside and my family nearby and clinging to this child with my fingers in her cunt, not caring about anything.

“Linda,” she said to me. “Naughty Linda, fingering a little girl.”

“Yes, naughty Linda,” I echoed, holding her in case I lost her forever.

Outside there were voices, female voices. The world being normal. Normal unfulfilled women not knowing what it was like to do this, to be had by a child so pretty in her wet, wet swimming costume.

Not knowing how hard you cum when a little girl takes you by the hand, leads you by your slit. Makes you wet.

*****

I went back to the pool many times after that, but I never saw my mermaid again. I even looked if there was someone who might be her friends – well, there were plenty of little girls who could be Gemma or Katie or even the Betsy no one liked.

But they never looked as if they knew me, though I did have a new swimming costume which might have confused them. A new costume with big red hearts on it and barely covering my bum or my tits. A daring one, which says I am available for fun if you are too.

One that I don’t mind getting wet when I press a little girl up to me in the cubicle and get her to finger me and I toy with her bare slit or we manage in that small space to get our mouths up to each other’s cunts and lap away as if we really like getting wet.

I love these little girls who are so eager to get their tongues in my mouth and their hands on me. Eager to show me how adorable they are. How open. But I will always have a special place for my mermaid and when I touch my old navy blue and yellow sunflower swimming costume (where I keep it carefully wrapped in a plastic bag at home) I always smell the crotch and the lingering scent of my juices. The memory of that day.

By Ebo

“Shouldn’t we wait until your parents go to bed?” Caroline said, sighing as Riley’s hand found her breast under her shirt.

“I’ve missed you,” Riley said, sighing heavily. She pulled her hand from under her friend’s shirt, let it fall back in place.

“I’ve missed you, too,” Caroline said, kissing her deeply enough to curl her toes, “but I can wait a little longer.”

“Better stop kissing me like that, or I won’t be able to,” Riley husked.

Laughing, Caroline said, “Mmm, you know… We fool around a lot and I think that was the first flirty thing you’ve ever said to me. Your pillow talk is almost nonexistent.”

“Pillow talk,” Riley parroted, looking at her for an explanation.

“You know, whispered sweet nothings,” Caroline said, laughing when Riley made a face, “I’m messing with you.”

“Good. I don’t think I could manage the lovey-dovey stuff,” Riley said, making Caroline laugh harder.

“Oh, hey,” Riley said, remembering what she had wanted to tell Caroline about, “I have to tell you something even though I know I’m going to catch hell for it.”

“Uh-oh,” Caroline said, leaning forward, “Any story that starts like that has to be good. Did you steal more sex toys?”

Shaking her head sadly, she said, “Maybe I shouldn’t tell you about what happened. Nothing good will come of it.”

Laughing, Caroline held up three fingers and said, “I promise to only make fun of you only a little. Scout’s honor.”

“You were never a Girl Scout,” Riley reminded her.

“Right,” she said, then grinned, “Then I can’t promise I won’t make fun of you.”

“Wow,” Riley said, laughing and shaking her head, “Anyway, I told you my step-mom signed me up for piano lessons, right?”

“Oh, yeah. You mentioned it. Have you had any lessons,” Caroline asked.

“Just the one, but it was a doozy.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing really,” Riley said, laughing at the look her friend gave her. Holding up her hand, she said, “Let me explain. When the teacher opened the door, I was floored by who it was.”

“Really? Who was it?”

“Remember the videos on Rebecca’s computer, the ones of her and an older woman,” Riley asked.

“Yeah,” Caroline said, nodding. Her eyes widened as she guessed who answered the door, “No! Shut up!”

“Yep,” Riley laughed, nodding, “My piano teacher is Rebecca’s lesbian lover.”

Caroline fell on her back laughing, “That is priceless. She didn’t try anything with you, did she?”

“No, but it was still awkward.”

“What’s she like,” Caroline asked, sitting up, “Creepy?”

“No, she is a nice lady, funny. A pretty good teacher. If I hadn’t known about her and Rebecca, I would have liked her. I kind of still do.”

“Even though she molested your step-sister,” Caroline asked, dubiously.

“About that,” Riley said, grinning sheepishly, “It didn’t happen like that.”

“What do you mean,” Caroline asked, frowning.

Riley told her the story Rebecca told her, the one about her step-sister seducing the piano teacher. Caroline listened, wide-eyed.

When Riley wrapped up her story, Caroline asked only one question, “And Rebecca just told you this?”

Riley sighed. This was the part of the story she’d been dreading. It was the part of the story her friend would have a field day with.

“I recognize that sigh,” Caroline said, grinning. Riley could almost see her sharpening her teeth, ready to tear her apart.

Taking a deep breath to prepare, she told her friend about her step-sister inviting her into her room when she mistook guilt for embarrassment about being touched by the piano teacher; about Rebecca knowing she’d been in her room and had seen her little performance piece with her vibrator; about the slip up she had made that revealed she was sexually active with Caroline; about Rebecca wanting to have a conversation about lesbian stuff.

“Then something weird happened,” Riley said, her face hot with embarrassment.

“Weirder than what you just told me,” Caroline said, laughing.

“Yeah,” she said, then let it out in a hurry, “I slept with Rebecca.”

Caroline blinked at her, then she fell out laughing, “No, you didn’t.”

“I did,” Riley said, bracing for impact.

“Oh. My. God,” Caroline said, laughing harder, “You slut.”

“Hey!”

“Your own step-sister.”

“It isn’t like we are related,” Riley said, blushing even brighter.

Caroline laughed at her embarrassment, then said, “Let me guess, she seduced you, too.”

“Well, yeah,” Riley said.

“Not hard to believe. She has a body on her,” Caroline said, grinning, “All those tight clothes she wears.”

“She looks better without them,” Riley said, then clamped her hand to her mouth. What she’d said sank in and she looked at Caroline to see how she would respond.

Caroline looked at her wide-eyed, then started laughing. She was wiping tears out of her eyes when she said, “Does she now?”

“I didn’t mean to say that,” Riley said, her face so hot it would have curdled milk.

“Which isn’t the same as saying you didn’t mean it. So you think your step-sister has a nice body, huh?”

“Well, yeah,” Riley said.

“So do I,” Caroline said, grinning at her, “Great legs.”

The conversation wasn’t going the way she had expected. Not that she was complaining. She had expected Caroline to tease her relentlessly.

“Cute backside, too,” Riley said, holding her breath to see if it would trigger the ribbing she had been expecting all along. Caroline only nodded, grinning.

“So, are you going to sleep with the piano teacher, too?”

“What, no!”

“So it is only slightly older chicks that do it for you,” Caroline teased, then added, “You had that one coming after the internet squeeze comments.”

Laughing, Riley said, “I guess I did. Did you ever thank Natty for me?”

Caroline winked at her, said, “I did. She said you are welcome. She wants to be your Facebook friend. You should look her up. She is a cool chick.”

“I will,” Riley said.

“In the spirit of sharing,” Caroline said, laughing nervously, “I might have had cyber sex with her over Skype.”

“What,” Riley said, laughing, “Really?”

“Yeah.”

“How does that work,” Riley asked.

“Um, well…” Caroline said, blushing, “That is a little hard to explain.”

“Okay,” Riley laughed, then she couldn’t resist adding, “Did you two use protection, at least? Don’t want to get a virus.”

Caroline rolled her eyes as the sad joke, then laughed anyway, “Ha ha. I could say the same about your step-sister.”

Riley smacked her arm, said, “Hey… She might dress kind of slutty and act kind of slutty, now that I think about it, but she’s only slept with one person. Well, two now.”

“Defending her honor, how sweet,” Caroline said, laughing.

“Oh God,” Riley said, laughing, “I’m going to grab a drink from downstairs. Want anything?”

“I want a Coke but I guess a water,” Caroline said, sighing.

“Why not have a Coke?”

“Supposed to be bad for my braces. I haven’t had one since I got them,” Caroline said, sounding miserable.

“Coke it is,” Riley said, winking.

Riley headed downstairs and into the kitchen. Getting a couple of glasses from the cupboard, she filled them with ice. She grabbed two cans of Coke from the fridge, turned back to get the glasses, when she heard the curious dialogue coming from the living room. Peeking around the cut out, she saw her dad and stepmom were watching some goofy comedy on TV.

Distracted by the farce, she didn’t realize she wasn’t alone in the kitchen until arms slipped around her waist from behind. Grinning, she thought Caroline had followed her downstairs after all, but she saw it was Rebecca, instead.

“There you are,” her step-sister said, pressing her breasts against Riley’s back, “All done ravaging your friend and needed a drink?”

Laughing, Riley said, “Not that it is any of your business, but we are waiting until they go to sleep.”

“Where is the fun in that,” Rebecca said, letting her hands roam up to cup Riley’s breasts through her T-shirt. She teased her nipples through the thin material until they ached sweetly. An involuntary groan escaped her and she found herself getting turned on by her step-sister’s boldness.

“Well, we’d like to continue fooling around,” Riley sighed, her voice thickening with excitement, “and getting caught because we couldn’t wait seems counter-productive.”

“Still, a little danger makes it fun,” the teenager said, letting one hand slip down Riley’s stomach and into the junction of her thighs. Riley moaned as her able fingers awoke a fire there. She was trapped against the counter, Rebecca’s delicious body pressing her against it from behind. Not that she really wanted to go anywhere.

Kissing the side of her neck, Rebecca said, “The thrill of risking being caught… Doesn’t it make you all wet inside?”

Riley had to admit she was more than a little aroused by what Rebecca was doing to her. The parental types were no more than twelve feet away and only the inane comedy provided any cover for the sounds she was making. Trying to keep her voice in check only made the tantalizing caress of Rebecca’s hand between her thighs more erotic.

She gasped in surprise when Rebecca hooked her thumbs in her shorts and shucked them and her underwear down around her knees.

“What are you doing,” she hissed, tried to reach down and pull them up.

“Live a little, kiddo,” Rebecca said, her fingers questing lower. Riley moaned as they slipped inside her ready core.

Her fingers tightened onto the countertop in a deathgrip, those thrusting fingers making her hips jerk. Rebecca pressed against her, her lower abdomen grinding against her bare backside. She sighed softly in Riley’s ear. Her enjoyment made Riley shiver with excitement.

“This has you all excited,” Rebecca said, kissing her neck, “you are dripping wet.”

“We should stop,” Riley said, around a moan, “What if they get up to get a drink?”

“Then we are busted,” Rebecca purred in her ear, her fingers moving faster inside of her.

The lovely sensations washing through her twelve year old body made it hard for her to think clearly. Rebecca knew right where to touch, her thrusting fingers driving her body wild. The teenager had her in a real state.

“Are you going to come for me,” Rebecca said, her own breathing fast and shallow. Riley realized she liked torturing her like this, probably as much as she herself liked the abuse.

Riley thought she might come. She was so excited. It couldn’t be long before she climaxed.

“Un-oh,” Rebecca said, looking past her at the TV, “a commercial. Doesn’t your Dad look parched? Now would be a good time to refill his drink, don’t you think?”

“Oh, God,” Riley said, willing the commercials to end.

Whatever network they were watching, it seemed they loved to stack their commercials up. There was a good three minutes of ads for car insurance, Lipton ice tea, Viagra, and a commercial she thought was selling sex until the last five seconds when it turned out to be a car commercial. She waited tensely for them all to run, sighed with relief when the movie started again. She knew she still wasn’t safe, that the duo on the couch could still get up for something and see her flushed, open mouth rictus of pleasure, with a grinning Rebecca pressed to her back, but the odds were more in her favor.

“I’m not going to stop until you come for me,” Rebecca whispered in her ear, then gently nibbled the lobe, “So you better hurry.”

“Oh, God,” Riley said, feeling her orgasm stir to life like a sleeping beast. Angered by being awakened, it raged through her, shook her to pieces. Her knees buckled and she would have hit the floor if not for Rebecca pinning her to the counter.

A gasp escaped her and she waited to see if it would draw the attention of the movie watchers. It was a timeless moment, everything slowing down to a crawl. It had sounded loud to her ears, clearly audible over the thundering of her pulse in her temples. They had to have heard her, would turn to see her dazed, post orgasmic face. They’d come to investigate, find her shorts around her knees and her juices running down her leg.

They didn’t, hadn’t heard or didn’t care to investigate her gasp.

Her legs were a little wobbly when Rebecca pulled back from her. She racked her shorts and panties back up, turned around to look at the grinning teenager. She had to lean heavily on the counter, not trusting her legs to hold her up.

“Asshole,” she said, laughing when Rebecca winked at her.

“You owe me an orgasm,” the teenager said.

“I owe you a kick in the ass after a stunt like that,” Riley said, laughing.

“You liked it,” Rebecca said, laughing, “The puddle on the floor proves it.”

“God, my legs feel like jello,” Riley said.

“You’re welcome,” Rebecca said, heading to the fridge. She came out with a bottle of water, turned back to Riley, “Tell Caroline she’s welcome, too. I got you all primed and ready for her.”

With that, she was gone, leaving Riley to shake her head in wonder.

She finished making her Cokes, then went upstairs to her room. She had to laugh at how wobbly her legs were. Rebecca had really done a number on her. Again. Shaking her head, she wondered at the can of worms she had opened by letting her step-sister seduce her. She smiled as a shiver of excitement worked through her.

Opening the door to her room, she found Caroline stretched out on her stomach, propped up on her elbows watching TV. She turned and gave Riley a warm smile, flashing her bling. Riley was glad she’d gotten over the trying to smile without showing her teeth thing.

Riley took a second to admire her, liked how she looked in her sleep shorts and T-shirt. The shorts were, well, very short, revealed her long legs and clung to her pert backside. Laying like that, with her chin on the palm of her hands, it pushed her small breasts out. Maybe Rebecca was right, had her ‘primed and ready’, but she thought Caroline looked incredibly sexy stretched out on her bed.

Giving her a curious smile, Caroline asked, “What are you looking at?”

“The sexy girl in my bed,” Riley said, setting the glasses on the bedside stand. She crawled on top of the girl, nuzzled her neck.

“Mmmm,” Caroline said, smiling, “I don’t know. Two flirty compliments in one day.”

Laughing, Riley brushed her hair aside so she could kiss her neck, let her hands slip down her flank and onto her adorable backside. Caroline sighed, turned her head to look at her friend. A hint of a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

“I thought we were waiting,” she said.

Leaning forward to kiss her, Riley said, “I don’t want to wait.”

Caroline smiled playfully at her, “Why? What happened downstairs to change your mind?”

“What do you mean?”

“Come on now. You were gone a while, then you had this dazed look on your face when you walked into the room,” Caroline said, then gave her a sweet kiss, “I recognize that look. I’ve been responsible for it a few times.”

Laughing at the last sentence, Riley said, “I was getting us drinks, when Rebecca came into the kitchen. Things got… interesting from there.”

“What? In the kitchen?”

“Yeah, with the parent types watching TV in the living room,” Riley said, laughing at the look on her friend’s face, “It was dangerous and exciting. I’m still a little jittery.”

“Rebecca is going to be trouble for you,” Caroline said, rolling onto her back so she wouldn’t have to crane her neck.

“I was thinking the same thing walking up the stairs,” Riley said.

“Well, since she has you all hot and bothered,” Caroline said, propping up on her elbows, “we might as well…”

Riley kissed her then, let her into her mouth. It was a playful kiss but deepened, became passionate as their tongues twined. Caroline responded, put a hand on the back of her neck to hold her to the kiss.

When she finally broke it, Caroline met Riley’s eyes, bit her lower lip. There was excitement in her eyes, desire. Grinning, Riley kissed her chin, then the graceful curve of her neck. Her collar bone. Caroline half sat up so Riley could remove her shirt. She undid her bra as Riley removed her own shirt. As Riley tossed her shirt aside, Caroline undid the clasps to her training bra, helped her out of it. Their lips met once more, then Riley gently pushed the girl to her back. She continued what she’d started, kissing her way down the girl’s supine body. Coming to the waistband of her shorts, she hooked her thumbs in the elastic. Caroline lifted her butt off the bed and Riley raked the shorts and panties down her long legs and off.

Naked, Caroline looked up at her, her eyes intrigued as Riley lowered herself onto her stomach between her spread thighs. She moaned and sighed as Riley used her fingers to tease her tender bud. Then she gasped when her friend lowered her mouth to sex, tasted her with her tongue. Her eyes were wide when Riley rolled her eyes up to look at her. Grinning, she continued to use her tongue to tease her clit.

With a nervous giggle, Caroline said, “Are we really doing this?”

“Why? Do you want me to stop?”

“Well, no,” Caroline said, sighing, “Natty talked about this, but it seemed kind of weird. I never expected to do it. Or have it done to me.”

Laughing, Riley said, “I really need to meet this Natty chick.”

Caroline laughed, then sighed as Riley used the flat of her tongue to torment her tender clit. Her body began to respond, her breathing quickening. She propped up on her elbows to watch what Riley was doing to her. Riley rolled her eyes up and she saw her friend biting her lip, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

I guess the weird has worn off, Riley thought, remembering the conversation she’d had with Rebecca about her first time.

As Caroline’s sighs became moans, then these cute little animal noises, Riley rolled her eyes to the door to the hallway. The parental types were still awake, probably still watching the stupid comedy they had been watching when she was in the kitchen. Still, the danger of one of them deciding to check up on Riley and Caroline was a real one. It gave her a naughty thrill, made her heart knock around her breast like a caged animal.

“God, that feels so good,” Caroline said, her body going crazy. Her back was arched, pushing her small breasts skyward and they jiggled as her body writhed. She grasped at the sheets, held on for dear life. Her head lolled back, her long hair brushing the sheets behind her.

Her little cries of pleasure were getting louder and could probably be heard outside of the room. It had Riley in a state, so aroused by living dangerously. She didn’t tell Caroline to keep quiet, grew more and more excited as she continued to make those sharp sounds of ecstasy.

Riley felt Caroline start to come, grabbed her thighs to keep her jerking body to her mouth. She kept flicking her tongue across her bud until she felt her friend stiffen against her face. Involuntarily, her thighs clamp together, squeezing on Riley’s head. She shook with her friend, trapped by her thighs. Then the girl went limp and she was free.

Laughing, she crawled up the supine girl’s body, gave her a kiss. When she pulled back, Caroline smiled at her, said, “Your face is all wet.”

“Yeah, you had me in a headlock, for a minute,” she said, grinning when the girl blushed.

“I’ll make it up to you,” Caroline said, hooking her fingers in Riley’s shorts, “Take these off.”

Riley stretched out on her back and let Caroline finish removing her clothes. Naked, she glanced at the door. If her father or stepmother came in now, she’d never be able to explain why they were naked. It would be pretty obvious what they had been up to, what with Caroline’s juices drying on her face.

A shiver of excitement worked its way through her. Maybe Rebecca had been right; it was a lot more fun like this, when there was an element of danger.

Caroline smiled nervously down at her and Riley said, “It’s okay if you don’t want to.”

“It’s not that I don’t,” Caroline said, leaning in for a kiss, “I’m just a little nervous.”

“Take your time,” Riley said, touching her face tenderly.

Caroline gave her another kiss, let it linger until Riley’s toes were curling. Then she nuzzled her neck, kissed her collar bone. Riley stroked her hair as she worked her way lower, sighed as her friend’s tongue teased first one nipple, then the other. She didn’t let up until they were aching sweetly and she groaned. She left a trail of kisses down her stomach. Riley’s excitement grew as she got closer and closer to her ready girlhood.

Finally, Caroline stretched out between Riley’s spread thighs, hesitantly lowered her mouth to her sex. Riley continued to stroke her hair, smiled encouragingly when Caroline rolled her eyes up to look at her. Her friend’s tongue felt incredible as it teased her bud, made her sigh. Without thinking about it, she let her hand slip around to the back of Caroline’s head, holding her to her gyrating pussy. Rebecca had done this to her, now she found herself doing it to Caroline, her fingers knotting in her hair.

Maybe Caroline got the hint or really didn’t need the hand on the back of her head because she continued to caress Riley’s clit with the flat of her tongue. Her technique wasn’t as good as Rebecca’s but Riley still couldn’t stop moaning.

Something she had seen in the videos on Rebecca’s computer popped into her head, an image of two naked teens going down on each other at the same time, their faces in each other’s crotches. Sixty-nine, she thought it was called. She’d heard the term somewhere, probably at school. A lot of sex talk had been floating around lately.

Actually having sex, Riley had thought some of the things she heard were so outlandish they had to be made up. Some just made her laugh. She guessed it was to be expected – most twelve year olds weren’t sexually active and who knew where they were getting their information.

Still, she was pretty sure what she had seen on the computer screen was called sixty-nine. The idea was kind of intriguing. She and Caroline could do it at the same time.

“Caroline,” she sighed.

“Yeah,” her friend said, looking up at her.

“Do you know what sixty-nining is?”

“No.”

“Turn your body this way,” she said, making a crude show of what she had in mind with her fingers. Her friend gave her a look, laughing. Riley laughed and said, “Just do it.”

Shrugging, Caroline rotated a hundred and eighty degrees so she was straddling Riley’s chest. Riley urged her back more until her thighs bracketed her neck. Caroline looked over her shoulder at Riley, clearly wondering what she was up to. She got the idea pretty quickly when Riley’s tongue slipped between the soft folds of her pussy to tease her bud. Moaning, she lowered her face to Riley’s crotch.

With the girl right in her face, she could smell the musky scent of her and Riley found it intoxicating. It seemed to grow a little sharper as Caroline became more excited. As she continued to caress her bud with her tongue, she inhaled deeply from the girl.

Caroline was doing wonderful things to her, her tongue sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her young body. It was hard to concentrate on pleasuring her friend and she kept having to stop as a moan ripped its way from her. The more she tried to keep her mouth on Caroline’s undulating sex, the more those moans seemed to come.

Her friend seemed to being having the same troubles, had given up on using her tongue. Her fingers slipped into Riley’s slick sex, found the magic spot. Already struggling to give and receive, her thrusting fingers made it nearly impossible. She couldn’t stop making these wordless noises of excitement. She kind of wished her friend wasn’t a virgin, so she could do what Caroline was doing to her.

Determined to please her friend, Riley focused on using her tongue to tease Caroline’s clit, trying to ignore what Caroline was doing to her. It really didn’t work, those thrusting finger’s insistent for her attention. Still, she tried, kept her tongue moving as she moaned and sighed.

“That feels so… Oh, God… Don’t stop doing that,” Caroline said, half sitting up and arching her back. The move pushed her pussy against Riley’s face and her undulating hips rubbed it against her tongue. Her hips started jerking, lost all grace as her orgasm welled up inside. With a sharp cry of ecstasy, she came, her body lifting off of Riley’s mouth as it shook.

For a moment, she forgot about Riley, just basked in the feel of her post orgasmic body. Riley was kind of jealous, the fingers unmoving inside of her. She was so close, right on the edge of sweet release. She wriggled her hips to remind her friend she was still there.

Caroline got the message, started thrusting her fingers in and out in a blur. Each thrust found her g-spot, drove her body wild. Then Caroline lowered her mouth to her sex, tasted her with her tongue. Riley closed her eyes, enjoyed the sensations washing through her body. Without having to worry about Caroline, she was free to focus on her own orgasm, which stirred to life inside of her. She cried out as it raged through her, her body going crazy as she came.

Throwing her leg over, Caroline got off of Riley, then stretched out beside of her, pressed her body against her side. Smiling, Riley put an arm around her, pulled her close. Caroline threw a leg across her thighs, resting her head on her shoulder.

“We are getting pretty good at this,” Caroline said, tracing lazy circles on Riley’s stomach with her finger tips.

Grinning, she said, “Yeah.”

“We should probably get dressed.”

“In a minute,” Riley said, kissing the top of her head, “I’m enjoying this.”

Caroline looked up at her and smiled, “I don’t know, you might be better at the lovey-dovey stuff than you think.”

Laughing, Riley kissed her.

Continue on to Chapter 8

By Ebo

“Just give it a chance,” her stepmother said, glancing at her in the passenger seat.

Riley nodded, tried to muster up some excitement about her first day of piano lessons. The idea of learning to play music was kind of cool and Rebecca seemed to enjoy her lessons. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad.

Still, she got the feeling her stepmother had signed her up for these lessons just to get her out of the house for a while.

As they drove in an awkward silence, Riley wondered what Caroline was doing. Thinking about her oldest friend made her smile, then thinking about the curious turn their friendship had taken, she smiled even brighter. Most of the awkwardness had worn off of fooling around with Caroline and, now, it was just fun. It surprised her a little how quickly and how easily she took to sleeping with her.

They weren’t a couple or anything, just liked to have sex on occasion. That night, after their first fumbling, hot attempt at being together, they had had a long discussion about what it meant to their friendship. They had decided it didn’t really change much. The thought of trying to date had made them fall out in stitches.

So, they were friends… with benefits.

Riley was jostled from her thoughts when they made a right turn into a driveway, came to a stop. She noticed the sign on the door reading ‘On That Note’ and realized they were there. Unfastening her seatbelt, she glanced at her stepmother, then opened the door.

“I’ll be back to pick you up at eight,” she said, smiling, “Have fun.”

“Okay,” Riley said, getting out of the car. She watched her stepmother drive away, then went to the door. Spotting a buzzer on the frame, she pressed it. A few seconds passed, then a smiling woman answered the door.

Riley gasped in surprise, recognizing the woman even before she introduced herself. Her mind flashed back to the second time she snuck into her sister’s room, to the video of Rebecca and a thirty-something year old woman kissing. She could see the woman’s face clearly and she was looking at her now.

The piano teacher was Hgreg@yahoo, Rebecca’s lover.

“You must be Riley,” the woman said, offering her hand, “My name is Helena Greg. Come in and we’ll get started.”

Helena must not have noticed her recognition, the stunned look on her face. Still, it seemed impolite to leave the hand hanging, so she shook it, found herself being led by it to the den where a large, imposing piano took up one corner.

“Have a seat at the piano,” Helena said, releasing her hand.

————————————————————————-

“How was piano practice?”

Riley started, looked around at her step-sister standing in the open doorway to her room. Thinking about the teacher, the woman Riley knew to be Rebecca’s lover, she blushed. Guilt snuck up on her and she felt like an ass for invading her privacy. Definitely wished she didn’t know about the illicit affair between Rebecca and Helena Greg.

The whole practice had been one long, awkward moment.

She hadn’t known what to expect from the piano teacher but was a little surprised when she liked the woman. She was funny, patient, a really good teacher. Riley felt she shouldn’t like her, that she should be on her guard, but the woman had a way about her. She had made Riley relax at times, to forget she had molested her step-sister. Then she’d remember and her concentration would go out the window.

She could see why Rebecca could fall for her.

Her step-sister saw her blush, her face pinching in anger, as she said, “Let me talk to you for a minute.”

Blinking in surprise, Riley realized she was being admitted into Rebecca’s room. Frowning, she followed her step-sister into the room, the frown deepening when she closed the door. This was very unfamiliar territory, not just being in the room, but being acknowledged by the girl in general. Something important was happening. What, she had no idea.

“Mom came to me, asked about signing you up for lessons,” Rebecca said, sitting on her bed. She sighed, shook her head, “I tried to talk her out of it without seeming like I was trying to talk her out of it. Told her you were tone deaf, heard you singing in the shower. It didn’t work. She told me to stop being mean and signed you up, anyway.”

“Okay,” Riley said, still frowning.

“I don’t know,” she said, running a hand through her hair, “I guess, I should have told her the truth then. Maybe, it would have spared you from the woman.”

“The woman?”

“Ms. Greg. Helena,” Rebecca said.

“Spare me from her?”

Frowning, Rebecca asked, “She didn’t touch you?”

Blinking in surprise, Riley said, “Touch me? No.”

“I… When you blushed when I asked you how piano practice was… I just assumed…,” Rebecca said, flustered.

Riley realized her step-sister was actually concerned about her, had thought the piano teacher had tried something. She was touched by the gesture and more than a little surprised by it. Then she felt like a real ass because she had blushed for a whole different reason. It was guilt that colored her cheeks.

“Rebecca,” Riley said, sighing, “I’m sorry. I know about you and Ms. Greg. I snuck into your room, found a video of you two on your computer. I know it was a shitty thing to do and I feel horrible about it.”

“And that is why you blushed when I asked about piano practice,” Rebecca said, nodding.

“Yeah. I’m sorry for invading your privacy.”

Sighing, she nodded, “It’s okay. I already knew you’d been in my room.”

Blinking in surprise–something she had done a lot since coming into this room–Riley said, “You did?”

“I always leave my webcam on recording when I leave the house. I like to know if Mom has been in my room.”

“Oh,” Riley said, then just what that meant sank in. Her cheeks turned scarlet and she looked away in embarrassment. The scene with the vibrator played in her head and her face grew even hotter.

Seeing it, Rebecca laughed, “Yeah. You put on quite a show.”

“Oh, God,” Riley said, wanting to flee the room.

“You snuck in here a few more times to borrow my vibrator, then you just stopped,” Rebecca said, laughing, “Why is that?”

Riley looked at her, then said, “I have my own.”

“You do,” Rebecca said, her eyes widening as she laughed, “Really?”

“Yeah.”

“This has to be a good story,” her step-sister said, leaning forward, “Grab a chair. I have to hear how a twelve year old ends up with a vibrator.”

Riley really didn’t want to tell the story but she felt she owed Rebecca something for invading her personal space. That and this was the longest conversation they’d ever had, as far as Riley could remember. Maybe it was the start of a tenuous relationship between them.

Shaking her head, she pulled the office chair away from the desk, sat down. With a deep breath, she said, “I was at the mall, in Spencers, looking for a gift for a friend. You know that one section of the store, where they have adult novelties?”

Rebecca nodded, then laughed when she sensed where the story was headed.

“Anyway, there was a display for ‘personal massagers’. Boxes and boxes of vibrators. So close but no clerk would ever sell one to me, a twelve year old girl.”

Laughing, Rebecca said, “You have the itch bad, huh?”

“Bad enough to steal one of them,” Riley admitted, blushing.

“You stole a sex toy from the mall,” Rebecca said, shaking her head in amusement, “That is priceless.”

“So, now you know,” Riley said, wondering if it were possible to get any more blood in her face. Probably not.

“And I’m the one the parents talk about as the problem child,” Rebecca said, shaking her head in mock dismay.

Riley had to laugh at her own expense.

“So it wasn’t your conscience getting the better of you,” Rebecca said, grinning, “you just found another plaything.”

“I really am sorry about sneaking into your room.”

“I’m just messing with you,” she said, then, “seriously, though; stay out of my room.”

“No problem.”

“Anyway, I guess warning you about Helena is a waste of time, now.”

“What is the story with you two?”

“Story?”

“How’d the video come about?”

“Oh,” Rebecca said, laughing, “You really want to know about that?”

“You can tell me it is none of my business, if you want.”

Rebecca looked at her a long moment, then shrugged, “I started taking piano lessons when I was about your age. Helena was married then, her husband a real piece of work. Cheated on her all the time, might even have hit her. I never saw any marks but I just got the feeling…

“About the time he finally left her, my parents were splitting up. We really bonded then, kinda leaned on each other for support. We became friends. The sex part came later.”

“So, she wasn’t, well…” Riley said, then trailed off when she didn’t know how to put the thought into words.

Luckily, Rebecca seemed to understand what she was asking, “Was she a pedophile?”

“What is a pedophile?”

“An adult who messes around with kids?”

“Oh,” Riley said, her eyes wide.

“I guess, technically, she was,” Rebecca said, then shook her head, “I was the one who instigated the relationship. She never would have touched me if I hadn’t seduced her.”

“You seduced her?” Riley asked, blinking in surprise. She really needed to stop doing that before it becomes permanent. She’d just walk around blinking in surprise for no good reason.

“I figured out pretty young I wasn’t like most girls. I couldn’t get interested in boy talks,” Rebecca said, shrugging, “when I started noticing I was attracted to girls, it made more sense. I was a lesbian.

“I never told anyone about it,” she said, looking at Riley, “in fact, you are the first person other than Helena I’ve told.”

“Oh,” Riley said, thinking about Caroline. Was this a beginning of a trend, people opening up to her about their sexual orientation? she wondered.

“Anyway,” Rebecca said, going on, “I had all of these pent up feelings, urges I couldn’t find an outlet for. I was scared to act on them. I knew the kids at school could be vicious when you were a little different, didn’t want to paint a target on my back.

“One day, Helena was wearing this summer dress at piano practice and I caught myself admiring her legs. That was the beginning, my realizing she was appealing. Her husband had broken more than just her heart when he left; he had broken her spirit. She didn’t date even though she was pretty enough to turn many a guy’s head.

“She turned her ankle on a throw rug at practice. I got her a bag of ice and rubbed her swelling ankle for a minute. A tension came between us. I was a closeted lesbian and she was a lonely, broken woman. She didn’t stop me when I let my hand slip under her skirt…” Rebecca said, then blushed and laughed when she remembered she was talking to a twelve year old, “Anyway, that was the first time.”

“Good,” Riley said, relieved she had read the videos right. She felt better about not telling Rebecca’s mother about it.

“Good?” Rebecca repeated, raising her eyebrows.

“I was agonizing over whether I should tell someone about the videos,” Riley said, grinning sheepishly, “You seemed so happy in the videos, I decided not to. Did I make the right decision?”

“Helena is harmless,” Rebecca said, then smiled, “The videos were my idea, something to spice up the relationship.”

“Yet, you were concerned about Helena trying something with me,” she said, reminding the teenager about her concern.

She sighed and said, “I really didn’t think she’d do anything. It is just you are a pretty girl and…”

“So it was jealousy, not concern for my well being, that motivated you to tell your mom not to sign me up for lessons,” Riley said, smiling.

“It was a little of both,” Rebecca said, then grinned sheepishly, “Although it was more jealousy than concern.”

“You have feelings for her,” Riley said.

It wasn’t a question but Rebecca answered her anyway, “I love her.”

“I know,” Riley said, grinning, “I could see it in your eyes in the videos.”

Sighing, she said, “But, I’m not in love with her. Do you know what I mean?”

“Not really,” Riley said.

“She was my first, so she’ll always have a place in my heart but… I don’t know. I always imagined I’d find someone who’d take my breath away. Being with Helena is fun, exciting but I’ve never felt that with her.”

“Okay,” Riley said, thinking she understood.

“Maybe I’m overthinking it, expecting love to be like a romance novel,” she said, shaking her head, “I really do like being with her. She is sweet, funny. Great in bed.”

Riley laughed at that last line and Rebecca winked at her.

“My only real complaint is I don’t get to be with her very often. Just the one time a week,” Rebecca said, sighing.

“Yeah, I get that,” Riley said, nodding. She missed fooling around with Caroline when they were apart.

Rebecca gave her an odd look, her eyes widening in surprise, “What’s with that statement?”

“What do you mean?”

“It didn’t sound like a one off, sarcastic statement,” Rebecca said, looking expectantly at her, “There was a little feeling behind it.”

Blushing, Riley realized she might have put her foot in her mouth, she said, “No, I just meant-”

“Oh, my God,” Rebecca said, laughing, “Who is it?”

“Who is it,” Riley parroted.

“You are sleeping with someone,” Rebecca said, certainty in her voice. She favored Riley with a knowing smile.

“I’m-” she started to deny it but her step-sister didn’t let her.

“Come on, now,” she said, laughing.

Riley looked at her a long moment, then sighed, “Fine. You are right.”

“Anybody I know,” she asked, then laughed when Riley’s reaction to the question gave her away, “Who is it?”

“Oh, God. I can’t believe I’m telling you this,” Riley said, shaking her head and laughing, “It’s Caroline.”

“Your friend,” Rebecca said, her eyes widening, “then you are a…”

“A lesbian?” Riley asked.

“Yeah.”

“No,” Riley said, then, “Well, maybe. I guess a little.”

“Huh,” her step-sister said, looking at her, “I didn’t see that one coming. I thought you had a boyfriend or something. Didn’t know it was a girlfriend.”

“She isn’t my girlfriend. Just a friend,” Riley said.

“That you’ve slept with?”

“Yes,” Riley said, laughing at the look Rebecca gave her.

“So what, are you just fuck buddies,” Rebecca said, grinning, “Friends with benefits?”

“I’m going to regret telling you,” she said and it wasn’t a question.

“Maybe,” Rebecca said, then grinned mischievously, “So, what have you two done?”

“Done?”

“I’m assuming you’ve kissed.”

“Yeah,” Riley said.

“Anything else,” Rebecca asked, laughing when Riley’s face colored again, “Oh, my God! You have!”

“I’m going to go,” Riley said, started to get up.

“Come on,” Rebecca said, grabbing her hand, “Don’t be like that. I don’t get to talk about this stuff with anyone.”

“This stuff?”

“Lesbian stuff,” she said, then rolled her eyes, “All my friends are straight and I have to pretend to be interested in their boy stories. I just want to have a conversation with another lesbian. Even one as young as you.”

Riley looked at her a long moment, saw the genuine desire in her eyes. She really couldn’t say why she did, but she sat back down.

“So,” Rebecca said, leaning forward, “how did it happen?”

Sighing, Riley said, “Caroline opened up to me about having urges lately. I didn’t know what to say. It was an awkward wedge between us and I panicked. I didn’t want to lose my best friend over it. I just kissed her.”

“You kissed her?” Rebecca asked, her eyes widening.

Laughing, Riley said, “Yeah. I kissed her, said I refused to let this ruin our friendship. Things kind of snowballed from there.”

“Snowballed,” Rebecca said.

Riley blushed, “Do you really want to hear this?”

“Oh, wow,” her step-sister said, laughing, “Things got serious, huh?”

“Pretty serious,” Riley admitted.

“What are we talking,” she said, grinning, “Third base?”

“What is third base for lesbians?”

“I guess eating or fingering pussy,” her step-sister said, laughing at the shocked look on Riley’s face.

“What’s the other bases,” Riley asked, not sure she was ready to admit to Rebecca that she and Caroline had made it to third base.

“First is kissing,” Rebecca said, tapping a finger on her chin, “Second is touching her breasts. We already covered third base. I’m guessing home would be tribbing or using a vibrator.”

Riley realized she and Caroline had made it a lot further than third, it turned out. Rebecca was looking at her and must have seen that realization cross her face. She blushed as a knowing smile spread on her step-sister’s face.

“What, did you use your vibrator on her?” Rebecca asked, laughing.

Riley didn’t answer, which was still answer enough.

“So, what else have you two tried?” Rebecca asked.

Her face hot, Riley said, “We might have tribbed a little. Used our hands.”

“Didn’t go down on each other,” Rebecca asked, laughing.

“No.”

“You should try it,” her step-sister said, winking, “feels incredible.”

Riley squirmed uncomfortably. She wasn’t sure she was ready to have this kind of conversation, yet. Just some of the terminology was making her blush, her step-sister not making any effort to clean up the vulgarity for Riley’s sake, anymore.

“It was a little weird the first time I let Helena eat me out,” Rebecca said, then shivered, “but it felt so good, the weird wore off pretty quick.”

“Did you, you know, to her?”

She laughed and said, “You can say it, you know. Try it on for size one time.”

“Did you eat her out,” Riley said, her face hot.

“You mean, did I lick her pussy clean,” Rebecca said, laughing as Riley’s eyes got big as saucers, “then yeah, I did. That was an experience, let me tell you. Still, hearing her go crazy from my tongue on her clit… Something satisfying about making another person squeal like that.”

Maybe she was becoming numb to the explicit language her step-sister used, but it didn’t make her as uncomfortable as before. That should probably make her a lot more nervous than it did. The very inappropriate way she described her relationship with Helena was kind of exciting in a way. Dirty.

Rebecca was looking at her funny, then said, “You look a little flushed.”

“I’m just embarrassed,” Riley said, which wasn’t completely true.

“Maybe,” Rebecca said, grinning, “but that isn’t all. Your breathing got all funny when I started talking about eating Helena out.”

“I should go,” Riley said, looking at the door.

“It is okay to be turned on,” Rebecca said, putting a hand on her thigh, just above the knee, “Talking dirty does it for me, too.”

“I’m not turned on,” Riley said, pushing the hand away.

“Tell that to your nipples,” Rebecca said, laughing.

Riley looked down at herself, saw her nipples straining against the thin material of her shirt. Her face grew hot with embarrassment and she crossed her arms over her breasts.

Rebecca grabbed the office chair, pulled Riley right in front of her. Riley found herself very close to her step-sister, felt a tension between them. The way she was smiling at Riley wasn’t helping, one corner turned up in a playful smirk.

“I wasn’t kidding when I said you were a pretty girl,” Rebecca said, meeting Riley’s gaze.

Riley saw the interest in her eyes, wanted to look away but she was transfixed by the desire behind them. Her heart knocked around in her chest as she realized her step-sister was attracted to her.

This was even more awkward than finding out Caroline thought she was attractive. First her best friend, now her step-sister.

The hand was back on her thigh, higher this time. Rebecca’s thumb was gently rubbing back and forth, making her skin tingle.

“I’ve noticed you walking around in these tiny shorts you love to wear,” Rebecca said, still caressing her thigh, “You’ve got these long legs for a girl your age, always on display.”

Riley swallowed hard as the hand inched higher. It stopped just below the hem of the very shorts Rebecca was commenting on.

“Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to spread those legs…” Rebecca said, gently pushing one leg open. Her other hand fell on Riley’s other leg, pushing it open. Her eyes dropped to the junction of the girl’s thighs, her gaze hot on Riley’s sex through the thin cotton of her shorts. A playful smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she said, “and pull the shorts aside to reveal your pretty little pussy…”

She heard the words, should have known it was coming but she still gasped when Rebecca did just that, her knuckles brushing against her girlhood as she pulled the shorts and panties aside. Rebecca’s boldness had her rooted in her spot and she couldn’t work up the saliva to tell her to stop. Her heartbeat was thundering in her ears and she could barely breath.

“And it is a pretty pussy,” Rebecca said, her eyes hot on Riley’s skin, “A peach like that, I could eat all night long.”

Gasping, Riley tried to say something, but stammered a bunch of nonsense instead.

“Got you all flustered, huh,” Rebecca said, then leaned forward and kissed Riley, her tongue slipping into her mouth when she opened it to gasp. Her tongue teased Riley’s into a kiss and she responded without meaning to. Rebecca drew her into a deeper kiss, their tongues tangling in a frenzy.

Pulling back, Rebecca smiled at her, said, “You are a nice kisser. Makes me wonder what else you can do with that tongue.”

A little dizzy from the kiss and more turned on than she wanted to admit by the filth spilling out of her step-sister’s mouth, Riley flushed with excitement. Rebecca had her in a state, couldn’t think clearly about what was happening.

Rebecca let her shorts and panties fall back into place and Riley was more than a little disappointed. Then her step-sister’s fingers started massaging her through the shorts, mashing her labia in lazy circles.

“Rebecca, we shouldn’t-”

“Why not? You are the one who said you weren’t getting enough pussy from Caroline. I could deal with getting laid myself,” Rebecca said, adding pressure to her fingertips.

Riley moaned, her hips starting to gyrate on their own. Heat blossomed between her thighs and she really didn’t want Rebecca to stop.

“It sounds like you really don’t want me to stop, anyway,” Rebecca said, grinning as another moan spilled from the twelve year old’s slack mouth. She stopped rubbing Riley’s crotch, removed her hand. Smiling, she said, “If you really want to stop, then go ahead and leave. Or, you can stay and we can have some fun.”

Riley blinked at her, then glanced at the door. She knew she should go, that this was a bad idea. This was her step-sister, a person she had to live with for the foreseeable future. It could get really weird, if they became lovers. Still, she didn’t want to go.

Rebecca laughed and patted the bed beside her, “If you haven’t run away, yet, you aren’t going to. Come here.”

Getting up, she sat beside Rebecca on the bed. Their lips met, then tongues danced. Again, Rebecca teased her into a deeper kiss than she intended. She felt herself responding, becoming aroused.

The teenager grinned at her when she broke the kiss, then sank to her knees on the floor in front of Riley. She hooked her fingers in the bottom of the T-shirt Riley wore and pulled it up. Without thinking, Riley raised her arms and the shirt was removed. She put her arm across her bosom, but Rebecca pulled it away, smiled at her small, upswept breasts. Her hands were warm and soft when they cupped them, and Riley let her nipples drag deliciously across her palms. She groaned and arched her back, pushing her breasts into Rebecca’s hands.

The hands slipped down her stomach and into the waistband of her shorts. Riley took a deep breath, then lifted her butt off the bed. It was all the invitation Rebecca needed and she pulled the shorts and panties down and off. She tossed them aside, then let her eyes roam up a now very naked Riley. By the time, she met Riley’s eyes, she was smiling a sexy little smile.

“You have a nice body,” she said, putting a hand behind Riley’s head to pull her down into a kiss, “Still a little girl’s body, just beginning to change. It is kind of sexy.”

Riley blushed, didn’t say anything. She wanted to cover herself but didn’t. The time for modesty had passed.

“Lay back,” Rebecca said, caressing her thighs. Riley did as she was told, looking up at the ceiling. She gasped when Rebecca’s wet lips touched her girlhood. Propping up on her elbows, she watched as the teenager let her tongue flick back and forth across her tender bud. She couldn’t bite back the nervous giggle that escaped her as she realized what was happening. Rebecca was eating her pussy.

The sixteen year old rolled her eyes up at her and grinned, still torturing her clit with her tongue. It did feel incredible but was almost too weird to watch. She flopped on her back, closed her eyes. It wasn’t enough. She put her hands to her face, couldn’t stop giggling.

“This is so weird,” she said, shaking her head. Still, Rebecca’s tongue was sending waves of pleasure crashing through her young body. Her body was writhing with a mind of its own. Weird or not, it liked what was happening to it.

Her step-sister moved lower, the tip of her tongue teasing circles around the opening of her vagina. Then she suddenly stopped. Blinking in surprise, Riley propped up on her elbows and looked at her. Rebecca had her labia spread, was looking wide eyed at her. She glanced up at Riley, frowning.

“You aren’t a virgin,” she said.

“Oh, that,” Riley said, laughing, “A fence climbing mishap.”

Rebecca flinched in sympathy, then grinned, “Then it is your lucky day.”

She wet a finger in her mouth, then eased it into Riley. The saliva wasn’t necessary; she was so excited her juices were dripping from her wet sex. The finger slipped deep inside, found the sweet spot. She slipped the finger in and out, each thrust finding that magic button that drove Riley’s body wild every time she pressed it.

Grinning, the teenager returned her mouth to Riley’s clit, her tongue continuing its assault. The two sensations–the finger slipping in and out of her and the hot tongue caressing her tender bud–melded into one intense pleasure, more intense than either one by itself. Rebecca knew what she was doing, drove her body crazy. She was a moaning, writhing mess.

“You like what I’m doing,” Rebecca asked, pausing to grin at her.

“Yeah,” Riley moaned, thickly.

“Tell me what you like,” Rebecca said.

“I like when you eat my pussy,” Riley said, a little embarrassed by using such language. Then again, she was more than a little turned on by it.

“Say it again,” Rebecca said.

“I like when you eat my pussy,” the twelve year old said, giggling.

“Keep saying it,” Rebecca said, grinning, “keep saying ‘eat my pussy’.”

In a breathy moan, Riley kept repeating those three words. Rebecca seemed happy to oblige, her tongue torturing Riley’s clit. Repeating the vulgarity like a mantra was dirty and exciting and her body was alive with pleasure.

Her hips were gyrating so hard, Rebecca was having trouble keeping her mouth to Riley’s body and was squeezing her thigh almost hard enough to hurt in an attempt to keep her still. It did no good. Riley’s body was out of control, she was so excited.

“That feels so good,” she breathed, her head tossing listlessly. A gasp slipped from her when she felt herself beginning to come. Like a boiler ready to blow, an orgasm gathered steam deep inside of her, built pressure upon pressure until she must surely explode. Then her body clenched up, her back arching off the bed and shoving her trembling pussy into her step-sister’s face. Shaking like a leaf, she collapsed back to the bed.

Rebecca wasn’t finished with her, kept thrusting her finger deep into her spasming sex. Her eyes wide, she had to clamp a hand to her mouth to keep quiet as a second climax rose out of the ashes of the first. It was even more intense than the first, nearly shook her apart. She thought it was over but Rebecca kept thrusting, her finger finding her magic spot every time. A third orgasm grabbed ahold of her and it was almost painful it felt so good. Even through her hand, her cries of ecstasy were getting loud enough to carry outside of the room. Still, Rebecca didn’t stop, pushed her toward a fourth orgasm. It was too much and she had to push Rebecca’s hand away from her very sensitive sex.

She was a panting, trembling mess, dazed from the back to back to back to back orgasms. A faint sheen of sweat covered her young body and her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. An involuntary surprised laugh escaped her and she looked wide eyed at her step-sister. The teenager was grinning at her.

“Wow,” she said.

“I don’t remember being able to come like that when I was twelve,” Rebecca said, moving up to kiss her, “I’m jealous.”

“That was intense,” Riley said, holding up her hand so Rebecca could see it shaking.

“Well, it is my turn now,” Rebecca said, getting to her feet. She unbuttoned her shorts, shucked them along with her panties down her long legs and off. Her t-shirt and bra joined them on the floor and she climbed naked onto the bed.

Riley looked at her, drank her in. Rebecca had the body of a goddess; long, shapely legs; flaring hips and a flat, sexy belly; large, high breasts that jiggled when she moved; a pert backside. She looked so soft and inviting stretched out on her side.

Riley found her more than a little appealing, which kind of surprised her. While she had fooled around with Caroline and had liked how her friend looked naked, she hadn’t been anywhere as attracted to her as she was to the naked teenager before her. Something about her beautiful body had Riley’s pulse racing.

She really didn’t consider herself a lesbian, but she might have to rethink that assessment. There was no denying she found Rebecca very sexy.

Rebecca pulled her down beside her, kissed her deeply. It was a lingering, passionate kiss, that left both of them breathless. The space between them melted away and their bodies molded together.

Her hands roaming over the teenager’s soft skin, Riley found Rebecca’s body fascinating, couldn’t stop exploring every swell and dip of her. Rebecca moaned and sighed, enjoyed the caresses, a hint of a smile on her face.

Rolling onto her back and spreading her thighs, she invited Riley to explore further. Riley looked at the dewy thatch of pubic hair, the folds of her sex blushing with excitement. An exhilarating shiver worked through her when she realized what she needed to do. It was only fair, since Rebecca had done it for her.

She had to go down on her step-sister.

Another shiver of excitement worked through her naked body. The thought of putting her mouth down there was both weird and very thrilling. A nervous giggle escaped her as she moved between her spread thighs. Hesitantly, she reached out and touched her sex, massaged the clit with her fingertips. She had to bite back another giggle when Rebecca sighed and wriggled her hips against her hand.

Summoning her courage, she lowered her face to Rebecca’s sex, kissed her down there. Her tongue teased the hood of her clit, made her moan. Another nervous giggle welled up inside her as she realized she was doing it. She was eating Rebecca’s pussy. That thought made it harder to keep the almost manic laugh in check.

The salty taste of her skin, the faint musky scent of her sex, the soft sighs she was making… So many wonderful sensations swirling around her that Riley had to smile. Rebecca’s hips began to undulate against her mouth as her tongue flicked back and forth across her clit. She must be doing okay, those soft sighs becoming moans as the teenager’s arousal grew.

Rebecca’s hand fell on the back of her head, holding her face to her muff. Her fingers knotted in Riley’s hair as her body writhed. Riley took it as a compliment.

“That feels good,” Rebecca said, sighing, “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”

Riley grinned at her, shook her head.

“A natural, then,” Rebecca sighed.

The rolling of her hips made it hard to keep her focus on Rebecca’s bud. Her cheeks were wet from the teenager’s thrashing and her jaw was starting to hurt. Taking a page from Rebecca’s playbook, she wet her finger and eased it into the hot, slick core of her sex. It sucked at her greedily, pulled her in deeper. She used her finger to give her mouth a break.

Rebecca didn’t seem to mind, her cries of pleasure growing sharper. She was biting her lip to stifle them but it wasn’t working as well as before.

Smiling, Riley thought about Caroline, how her own cries had escalated until Riley had to give her a pillow to put over her face to muffle them. Thinking about the girl, she wondered what she’d think about what Riley was doing, sleeping with her step-sister. Smiling, she knew she’d catch hell from her friend when she told her about this later.

“Oh God,” Rebecca said, her body heaving off the bed.

Thinking about Caroline, she had been distracted and hadn’t realized the teenager was coming. She felt her step-sister’s body tremble around her finger, which was still buried deep inside her. The sweet torture Rebecca had put her through earlier popped into her head and she grinned as she started thrusting the finger in and out of her now very sensitive pussy. Just as with Riley, it drove her body crazy and she came a second time. She let Riley bring her to a body shaking, breathtaking third climax before pushing her hand away.

Brushing her hair from her sweaty face, Rebecca grinned at Riley, “Wow, kid. Holy shit, that was incredible.”

“Not bad?” Riley asked, grinning back at her.

“Not bad,” Rebecca parroted, laughed, “My whole body is still trembling. I never came that hard before!”

Her ego properly inflated, Riley crawled up and gave her a kiss. Rebecca touched her cheek tenderly when Riley pulled back, said, “Your face is all wet. Sorry about that. I got a little carried away.”

“It’s okay,” Riley said, smiling at her.

“I’m not going to lie to you,” the sixteen year old said, laughing, “I just wanted to sleep with you for some perverted shits and giggles. You are just a kid, after all. I never expected anything but a quick wham, bam, thank you, Ma’am.”

Laughing, Riley said, “Okay.”

“That being said,” she said, stretching like a cat in a sunny spot, “you are welcome in my bed at anytime. I’d love to do this again.”

Riley thought about it for a moment, then said, “I think I’d like that, too.”

Continue on to Chapter 7

By Ebo

“I’ve got to ask,” Riley said, finally given in to the need to know, “What was that all about earlier?”

Caroline blushed and looked down at her hands, “You mean, the whole vibrator thing?”

“Yeah, that,” Riley said, laughing.

“Did it weird you out too much?”

Frowning at the question, she thought about it for a moment, said, “Not too much I guess. A little, at first.”

“Me, too,” Caroline agreed.

“You really haven’t answered my question.”

She shrugged, but not carelessly, “It was something new. When you took the vibrator and started using it on me… I don’t know. It was weird and kind of exciting at the same time. I’ve never done anything like it.”

“Neither have I,” Riley felt the need to say.

“Not to anyone else, anyway,” Caroline teased, winking.

Sighing, she said, “Honestly, I don’t know why I share things with you.”

“It is a mystery.”

“Hey,” Riley said, laughing.

“Anyway,” Caroline said, grinning, “You were talking about your step-sister being a lesbian. Then the vibrator thing happened… I don’t know. I guess I was curious.”

“Curious,” Riley parroted, then her eyes widened as she understood, “You mean…”

“Don’t make too big a deal about it.”

“I thought you had a crush on Kirk,” Riley said.

“It is more than a crush. I’m in love,” she said, sighing, “Unfortunately, he is into that cheerleader, Barbie.”

“Brittany,” Riley corrected.

“Whatever,” Caroline said, with a dismissing wave of her hand, “It isn’t fair for a twelve year old girl to have boobs that big.”

Riley had to smile, “You are getting off track.”

“You’ve never wondered what it would be like to… you know? With a girl?”

She wanted to say no but she remembered her fascination with the girls in the videos on her sister’s computer. She’d be lying if she said there wasn’t a spark of interest there. Then again, thinking two girls tangled in a sensual embrace was sexy isn’t the same thing as wanting to experiment. She thought a lot of paintings were pretty but they didn’t inspire her to put a brush to canvas.

“Never really thought about it,” she said, which was true enough.

“It’s crossed my mind a few times,” she said, blushing when Riley gave her a look, “I think I see what you mean about sharing too much.”

Riley had to laugh at that line.

“So, there,” she said, laughing nervously, “You wanted to know why I let you use the vibrator on me. Now you know.”

“Hold up,” Riley said, laughing, ” ‘let me’? You made me do it!”

“I did no such thing,” she said, grinning, “I might have nudged you a little but you didn’t put up much of a fight.”

Riley opened her mouth to argue, realized Caroline was right. It hadn’t taken much for her friend to talk her into it. Not nearly as much as it should have. Caroline must have read this on her face because she laughed and patted her thigh.

Blushing, Riley said, “Maybe I could have resisted more.”

“Makes me wonder what else I could nudge you into,” Caroline teased.

“No more nudging,” Riley said, laughing, “Enough nudging for one day.”

“So tomorrow you’d be okay with some nudging?”

Riley looked at her a long moment, trying to read her mind. Caroline always seemed to know what she was thinking but she could never manage to reciprocate. Finally, she had to ask, “Are we still joking or are you serious?”

“A little bit of both,” Caroline admitted, grinning.

“Really,” Riley asked.

“Yeah.”

“Huh,” Riley said, lost in thought. She’d thought she’d known her friend but she’d never suspected this.

Caroline looked at her, weighing Riley’s response to her opening up about her curiosity. Riley wasn’t used to seeing her so vulnerable, unsure of herself. Well, except for her braces. She blinked, realized it might be more than an idle curiosity for her friend.

As usual, Caroline could read her eyes, blushed and looked away as that realization dawned on her face. Riley felt her own cheeks color, a little embarrassed that her friend had thought about her like that.

“I’m sorry,” Caroline said, looking up at her briefly, “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“It’s okay. You know I love you to death,” Riley said, smiling reassuringly as she could, “Nothing you tell me could ever change that.”

Caroline nodded, looked away again. Gone was the comfortable, easy going feeling between them. Tension had entered their relationship and Riley hoped it wasn’t going to be a wedge that drove them apart. The thought of losing her best friend was like a stone on her chest, made it hard to breath.

“This is ridiculous,” she said, flustered, “This isn’t a big deal.”

Caroline looked at her, her thoughts easy to read for once. Riley saw her uncertainty in her eyes, the fear that too much had been said to take back. She was thinking much the same as Riley, that a wedge was being driven between them.

“No,” Riley said simply and kissed her friend. It surprised her as much as it did Caroline.

“What was that,” Caroline laughed, her eyes wide.

“I kissed you?”

Laughing again, Caroline asked, “Was that a question?”

Blushing, Riley said, “I saw it in your eyes. You thought this could come between us. I refuse to let it.”

“So why the kiss?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t really mean to,” Riley said, laughing.

“Okay,” Caroline said, shaking her head and laughing.

“Well, I meant to. I just didn’t think it all the way through.”

“You meant to kiss me,” Caroline said, her eyes wide.

“I’m making a mess of it. Let’s try this again,” Riley said, taking a deep breath, “Nudge away.”

“What,” her friend said, then grinned, “Are you serious?”

“Yeah,” Riley said, giggling nervously.

“Oh, wow,” Caroline said, tucking her hair behind her ear shyly, “Um, okay.”

When she leaned in, Riley’s heart rate kicked up, started galloping in her breast. She hadn’t been ready for the first kiss, even though she’d instigated it. Closing her eyes, she pressed her lips to her friend’s. She was kissing her best friend. A girl. Her body didn’t react like she thought it would. She felt a flutter of excitement work through her and she realized she kind of liked kissing Caroline.

When Caroline’s lips parted and her tongue touched her own lips, she let herself be drawn into a french kiss. Her friend’s tongue just caressed her, teased her into a deeper kiss than she had intended.

She blinked dazedly at her friend when their lips parted. Caroline favored her with a shy smile, her eyes searching Riley’s. Laughing, she said, “Wow.”

“Yeah.”

Riley kissed her again, the fact that she’d instigated the kiss not lost on her. Being honest with herself, she had to admit the kiss had been amazing, left her tingling all over. This kiss wasn’t as hesitant as the first, their tongues entwining eagerly. It lingered until both girls had to come up for air.

Gasping, Caroline said, “I’ve wanted to do that for some time now.”

“I didn’t expect to like it, but…” Riley said, then kissed her, again.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Riley said, smiling.

Caroline smiled, gave her another kiss, “I like kissing you, too.”

Their lips met again and there was heat behind the kiss. Riley felt the first stirrings of desire deep within her, a blossoming warmth between her thighs and a quickening of her breath. Her body was responding to Caroline’s kisses and she was more than a little turned on by making out with her friend.

When Caroline’s hand fell on her bare thigh, she gasped, broke the kiss to look down at her hand on the smooth, pale skin. Caroline was grinning when she looked back up and met her eyes, “Want to try something else?”

Her voice was husky with excitement when Riley asked, “What did you have in mind?” The hand slipped up her thigh and onto her hip, leaving her skin tingling in its wake. Her fingers worked under the tank top Riley wore, her touch light on her bare flank. Riley’s breath caught in her throat as the hand slipped up her body. She thought she knew where it was headed, wasn’t sure she was ready for it. As Caroline cupped and gently kneaded her small breast, she gasped and giggled nervously.

“Is this okay,” her friend asked, not moving her hand.

“I think you are supposed to ask that before you do it,” Riley laughed.

“Do you want me to stop?”

The excitement of being touched like this had her nipples turgid with blood and the feel of Caroline’s palm dragging across them sent shivers through her body. She groaned as they began to ache sweetly. Biting her lower lip, she shook her head, no.

“Can I see them,” Caroline asked, a note of uncertainty in her voice.

Strangely, the fact that she was nervous too made Riley relax some. Giggling, she favored her friend with a playful smile and raised her arms over her head. Grinning at the invitation, Caroline hooked her fingers in the bottom of the tank top, pulled it up and off.

Once the shirt was off, Riley had second thoughts. Caroline’s eyes were hot on her small breasts and she felt painfully revealed, self-conscious. For a second she thought her friend wouldn’t find her appealing, which bothered her more than she’d expected. The fact that she wanted Caroline to find her attractive was a bit of a revelation for her. Maybe she was more invested in this than she’d thought.

Her concerns were unwarranted because Caroline smiled and cupped them playfully. Giggling, Riley looked down at her friend’s hands on her bare bosom, another naughty thrill working through her young body.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Caroline said, grinning.

“You,” Riley said, laughing, “I can’t believe I’m letting you do this.”

“Do you want me to stop,” Caroline said, her eyes flashing playfully.

“No,” Riley said, sighing and arching her back, pressing her breasts into her friend’s hands, “I didn’t say that.”

Laughing, Caroline leaned in and kissed her, her hands slipping from her breasts. Her touch was light but eager as she explored the rest of Riley’s body, her fingers gliding over her soft skin. Riley found herself becoming more aroused, turned on by her friend’s caresses, her kisses. It surprised her how much her body wanted this.

Caroline broke the kiss, smiled and, with a glance at the door, pulled her own shirt over her head. She looked about as uncomfortable being topless as Riley had felt, which made her smile for some reason. Maybe she just didn’t want to be the only nervous one.

Riley drank her friend in, trying to see if she found her appealing like that. There was no denying she was a cute girl, had an easy grace and a lithe and lean body. She took in her long legs, left bare in the sleep shorts she wore; the slip flare of her hips; her flat belly; her small, up-swept breasts with their small pink nipples jutting proudly skyward.

It was her stomach, oddly, that drew Riley’s attention. She thought Caroline had a sexy belly, detailed yet still very feminine. Remembering how those muscles had clenched and unclenched as she used the vibrator on her, Riley’s pulse quickened. Hesitantly, she put her hand on her friend’s side, then let it roam over her taut midriff. It was a tantalizing mix of firm muscle and soft, warm skin that Riley found thrilling.

“That feels nice,” Caroline said, smiling.

Her eyes went to Caroline’s breasts and her curiosity got the better of her. Roaming higher, her hand found the soft, pliant swell on one breast. The turgid nipple drug across her palm and her friend moaned. She bit her lip and sighed, her body pushing into Riley’s hand.

After a moment, she dropped her hand into her lap, unsure what to do with it. This whole situation had a comical awkwardness that wasn’t anything like the romance novel she’d read. The people in that smutty piece of literature always seemed to know exactly what to do, knew what they wanted.

Riley had to admit she liked the way her friend’s body had felt, definitely liked kissing her but she didn’t know what to do about it. She didn’t have a clue what she was doing. She kind of hoped Caroline would but she seemed almost as unsure as Riley.

Grinning playfully, Caroline said, “Take off your clothes.”

Or maybe Caroline did have a plan, Riley thought, laughing.

“Seriously?”

Grinning, Caroline, shimmied out of her sleep shorts. Riley’s eyes widened, looking at her friend in just a pair of pale green panties. Giggling, Caroline lifted her butt off the bed and soon those were gone, too. Naked, she flashed her eyes at Riley, looked pointedly at her own sleep shorts.

“Oh, boy,” Riley said, giggling.

With a heady rush of excitement, she hooked her fingers in her shorts and pulled them down and off. She glanced at her friend and giggled again when she shook her head. Not believing she was doing it, she raked her panties down her long legs and off. Naked, she hugged her knees, effectively hiding her nudity.

Still, she could feel Caroline’s eyes on her body, her gaze hot on her bare skin.

Blushing, Riley said, “So… We are naked. Now what?”

“Can I see you? You’ve tied yourself into a knot,” Caroline said, laughing.

Taking a deep breath, Riley let her guard down, let her friend look at her naked body. She couldn’t contain a nervous giggle as Caroline’s eyes roamed over her, drank her in. She could see the interest in her friend’s eyes, the curious desire. That look made her blush even deeper, her cheeks hot from all the blood in her face, but she also kind of liked the faint smile tugging at Caroline’s lips. It made her feel desirable, pretty.

“Do you trust me,” Caroline asked, meeting Riley’s gaze.

“Of course.”

“Then lie back,” Caroline said, with a mischievous grin on her face.

Oh boy, Riley thought, her heart knocking around her breast like a wild animal in a cage, this is about to get serious.

She didn’t know exactly what her friend had in mind, but she was pretty sure it was going to be one hell of a nudge. Not completely sure she was ready for whatever was about to happen, she stretched out on her back. Looking up at her friend, she watched nervously as she moved between her legs. She couldn’t contain a giggle as Caroline gently spread her legs wide.

Caroline’s hand fell on her thigh, just above the knee. Her breath caught in her throat as the hand moved higher. It exploded from her in a gasp as the hand slipped into the junction of her thighs. Propping up on her elbows, she looked at Caroline’s hand on her crotch. She bit her lip as the hand started making slow circles, massaging her tender sex.

“Is this okay,” Caroline asked, her fingers awaking Riley’s desire.

“No,” Riley laughed, then added, “but don’t stop.”

Laughing, Caroline let her finger slip between the soft folds of her girlhood to tease her tender bud. She couldn’t completely bite back a moan that wanted to rip its way from her, it felt so good.

“Does this feel good,” Caroline asked, grinning at her.

“You know it does,” Riley moaned, her hips starting to undulate against Caroline’s hand on their own accord. Again, it was like her body knew what to do, what it wanted even if she didn’t.

Laughing, Caroline leaned in and kissed her. The combination of sensations made Riley a little dizzy. Caroline was driving her crazy with the lazy caresses and heated kisses. Maybe the girl sensed she was ready for it because the hand between her thighs picked up speed, gradually, until she moaned into her mouth.

She broke the kiss to look down at herself, at the hand mashing her labia. Caroline was torturing her young bud, her fingers sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. Looking up, she saw her friend smiling at her. She had to laugh and shake her head. The girl knew what she was doing.

“Oh, God,” she moaned, her fingers clutching at the sheets.

Her back arched, thrusting her small breasts forward, and Caroline took it as an invitation. She lowered her mouth to one straining nipple, kissed it. Riley gasped, not ready for it. She looked wide eyed as her friend traced moist circles around the areola, groaning as it began to ache sweetly. She couldn’t believe her friend was doing it but she wasn’t going to tell her to stop. It just felt too good.

That sentiment could sum up this whole experience, she decided.

The dueling sensations were driving her body crazy and she didn’t know if she was coming or going. Then she felt the stirring of tension in her body and she realized it was the former. Her eyes widened as her body was pushed toward a climax. She hissed through her clenched teeth as her body clenched up and then turned into a trembling mess.

She brushed her hair out of her face, smiled at her friend. She felt dazed, slightly fuzzy from her orgasm. Caroline returned the smile, gave her a kiss.

“Are we even,” Caroline asked, nodding toward the lamp, “from earlier?”

“Not really,” Riley said, laughing, “I’d still have to make fun of you a bunch.”

“I meant-”

“I know what you meant,” Riley said, grinning, “We are very even, so even my whole body is still tingling.”

Caroline laughed, “Well, you are welcome.”

“I can’t believe I let you get to third base,” Riley said, making her laugh harder.

“Are you all nudged out or can I talk you into trying something else?”

“Uh-oh,” Riley said, laughing and shaking her head, “what is it?”

“It might be a little weird at first but I’m told it feels good.”

“Wait,” Riley said, frowning at her friend, “who have you been talking to?”

“This girl I met on Facebook,” Caroline said, blushing.

“Oh really,” Riley said, laughing, “Cruising for chicks on social media, are we?”

“Anyway,” her friend said, ignoring the jab, “she told me about this thing called tribbing. She says it feels incredible.”

Letting her friend off the hook, she said, “What do you do?”

“It’d be easier to show you,” Caroline said.

Riley looked at her a long moment, then nodded. They had crossed the line a while ago and were so far around the bend they couldn’t even see it anymore. Riley had to admit, she was curious to where this road was taking them.

“Really?” Caroline asked.

“Why,” Riley said, giving her a questioning look, “am I going to regret it?”

“No,” Caroline said, laughing. She gently spread her thighs, then moved so she was half straddling her lower abdomen, one leg thrown over her hip. Riley watched as her body settled onto hers, giggled as her vagina mashed against her own. She blushed at the very intimate contact, wondering what in the world her friend was up to.

Then Caroline rolled her hips and she got the idea in a hurry. Her best friend was dry humping her, much like she used to do to her teddy bear. Maybe she should have gotten a little more information before committing to this.

“Oh, boy,” she laughed, putting her hands to her face to hide her embarrassment.

Her body hadn’t completely recovered from before and Caroline’s body grinding against hers felt incredible. Moaning, she lowered her hands so she could see what her friend was doing to her. The flex and thrust of Caroline’s hips was erotic, made her think about the lesbian porn on her step-sister’s laptop. She had found the sensual coupling of the girls on the screen to be hypnotic and she found Caroline’s efforts the same.

Remembering what the lovers had done in the video, she rolled her own hips up, meeting Caroline thrust for counter-thrust. They found an easy rhythm, their movements syncing in perfect harmony. Riley was a little amazed at how well they moved together, not like this was their first time but their thousandth.

“This feels so good,” Caroline sighed, arching her back.

Riley watched her small breasts jiggle every time her hips rolled back and forth, couldn’t resist sitting up so she could cup them. Caroline groaned as she teased the turgid nipples. She surprised herself when she lowered her mouth to the straining nub, tasted it with her tongue. So caught up in the moment, it just sort of happened. Once she’d tasted the salt on her friend’s skin, she couldn’t stop.

Caroline put a hand on the back of her head, held her to her breast. Her friend’s enthusiasm only fueled her own. She let her hands roam over her body, exploring every inch of her. She liked the contrast of her soft skin to the firmness of her muscles. The girl was lean, had the taut body of an athlete from playing softball. Riley thrilled to the feel of it under her fingertips.

The pace of their coupling quickened, their bodies coming together faster and faster as their excitement grew. A sheen of sweat had broken out on them, lubricating the way. Both girls were breathing hard, mouths open as they drove each other wild. Little animal sounds of enjoyment mingled between them.

Without thinking, Riley grabbed Caroline’s buttocks, helped the girl really grind against her. The girl grinned at her. It was a mischievous grin that made Riley flush with excitement. She gave the girl a kiss.

Riley felt an orgasm stir to life deep inside of her, like a bear awakened from its slumber. Her eyes widened as she started to come and she looked at Caroline. The girl nodded, some how knew what was happening. Flexing her hips, she ground against Riley and her orgasm raged through her. Even through her own orgasmic haze, she felt her friend stiffen against her. As her own body went crazy, she smiled that they had come together.

Gasping, a sweaty mess, Riley smiled at her friend. Caroline’s own hair was in her face and she sounded like an asthmatic at a bonfire, but Riley thought she looked kind of cute all disheveled. Maybe her thoughts were colored by what had just happened, but looking at her friend now, she saw a cute girl. More than cute. Beautiful. Caroline had always been beautiful; Riley was just now taking the time to notice.

“Wow,” Caroline said, brushing her hair out of her face and laughing.

“Wow, indeed.”

“She hadn’t been lying,” Caroline said.

“Your internet squeeze,” Riley said, laughing.

“Shut up,” Caroline said, laughing.

“What’s her name?”

“Why?”

“Just tell me her name,” Riley laughed.

“Her name is Natty,” Caroline said, waiting to be picked on, “Natty Bronsky.”

Instead, Riley said, “Be sure to thank Natty for me. That was incredible.”

Continue on to Chapter 6

By Ebo

“So your sister actually smiled?”

Riley had to laugh that that was the first question Caroline had after hearing about what she’d found on Rebecca’s computer. Not ‘Your sister is a lesbian?’ or ‘Why hide the videos so well?’ or even ‘Why are you still sneaking into your sister’s room?’

It was the weekend, which meant no school. The girls were in Riley’s room, sitting on her bed. Talk had turned to Riley’s being home alone and her brand of mischief. She’d left out the whole vibrator thing, figuring that was just too much ammunition to give her friend. The girl already cut her to shreds with her off-beat sense of humor as it was.

“Really? That is what you want to know after hearing the story?”

“What,” Caroline said, then laughed, “I don’t find it hard to believe your sister is a lesbian or that she’d be into older chicks. Now, her smiling…”

“Wow,” Riley said, laughing.

“Girl probably has scowl lines when she sleeps,” Caroline said.

Riley could picture her with a sour face half hidden by her pillow. She grinned.

Caroline returned it, trying to smile without showing her teeth. She’d just gotten braces, was self- conscious of her smile with all the metal glued to it. So, she tried to hide them and smile at the same time, which actually made her look a lot goofier than if she just flashed her new bling. Riley shook her head, laughing.

“What,” Caroline asked.

“You need to get over this braces thing. You look half retarded trying to smile like that,” Riley said.

“Gee thanks,” the girl said, trying not to smile.

“So you have braces. In a few years, you’ll have a smile to make the boys drool.”

“Is that a good thing,” Caroline asked, making Riley laugh, “If I want to be drooled on, I’ll play with Roofus.”

Roofus was her hounddog and second best friend. Riley was holding onto the first spot by her fingertips. The dog was steep competition. She loved the pooch almost as much as Caroline did.

The gentle ribbing wasn’t getting the job done, so Riley had to step up her game. She pounced on the girl, started tickling her. Knowing all the places she was ticklish, she had the girl giggling and writhing in no time. Her efforts were rewarded with a real smile from her friend.

“There,” she said, still straddling the giggling girls stomach, “that is a real smile. You kind of rock the braces anyway.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Caroline said, smiling up at her, “Are you going to get off of me? You are getting heavy. What have you been eating?”

“Comments like that and I’ll just stay here,” Riley said, crossing her arms under her breasts.

Caroline had other ideas, her body surging up and toppling her off of her. Squealing in surprise, Riley landed on her back, her arms flailing out. One smacked into her lamp, knocking it over. She squealed again when her friend crawled atop her and got a little revenge on her ribs. Giggling and squirming, she resisted but Caroline had the upper hand.

“Okay, okay,” Riley said, holding up her hands, “I give up.”

Both girls were giggling and out of breath as Caroline got off of her.

“I think we killed your lamp,” Caroline said, getting off the bed.

Riley looked and saw her lamp on the floor in two pieces, shook her head, “It was already broken. Should be fine.”

She picked it up, put it back together, and turned it on. The light came on and she said, “See, good as…”

Her words dried up when she saw her friend holding her vibrator and her face turned scarlet. Caroline’s eyes were wide in surprise when she looked at Riley. Seeing her blushing, her surprise turned to amusement.

“This yours?”

“No. Never seen it before. Must have come with the lamp.”

Caroline laughed, “Must have been a helluva promotion.”

“Fine, it’s mine,” Riley said, laughing.

“This is going to be a good story,” Caroline said, coming to the bed.

“Oh God,” Riley said, her face hot.

“Why is there a vibrator in your lamp?”

With no better option, she told her friend the whole story of her first night left alone, about finding her step-sister’s vibrator in the jewelry box and trying it out. She figured now was the best time to get the rest of the story out, so she went ahead and told her about stealing the vibrator from Spencers.

She wrapped it up with, “I needed somewhere to hide it, so… The lamp.”

“Wow,” Caroline said, smiling, “Shame on you for not telling me in the first place.”

“I figured you’d tease me,” Riley said.

“Oh, I’m going to, but you should have told me, anyway.”

Riley laughed, nodded to the vibrator still in her friend’s hand, “Can I put that away before my parents check on us?”

“How does it feel,” Caroline asked, not relinquishing it.

“Incredible,” Riley said, then laughing at her own expense, “Good enough to risk getting caught stealing it.”

“My friend,” Caroline said, grinning, “shoplifter of sex toys. Wild girl, this one.”

“Shut up,” Riley laughed.

“How does it work?”

“Turn the knob on the top,” Riley said.

Caroline turned it and the toy came buzzing to life. She laughed as it vibrated in her hand, “That feels funky.”

“Feels good… Other places.”

Laughing, her friend said, “I bet it does.”

“Can I put it away now?”

“Hold on,” Caroline said, then, “Do you think… Could I… You know.”

“You want to try it?”

“Would that be weird? Using your vibrator?”

“I guess not, if you keep your shorts on,” Riley said, then grinned, “You don’t get to make fun of me if you do.”

“Sure I do,” Caroline said, laughing, “You still stole a sex toy. What, were you too good to use your fingers like other girls our age? What happened to molesting your teddy bear? You still dry humping that thing?”

“Sometimes I wonder about this ‘share everything with your best friend’ thing,” Riley said, laughing, “All I seem to get is grief.”

“Yes, but it is grief lovingly offered,” Caroline said, sweetly.

“Yeah, right,” Riley said, but suspected it was true, “Anyway, when you try it, you’ll see there isn’t any comparison between your fingers and the toy. Or dry humping a teddy bear, as you so eloquently put it, for that matter.”

Shrugging, Caroline pressed the toy to the crotch of her shorts. She laughed and squirmed, pressing her thighs together. Pulling the toy away, she said, “It just tickles.”

“Put a little pressure on it,” Riley said, blushing when her friend gave her a look, “Just do it.”

Caroline did as she said, pressed the toy firmly against her girlhood. Her eyes widened and she gasped as the vibrations found her tender bud. Riley laughed at her expression of surprise, then nodded knowingly. The moan that slipped from her friend’s slack mouth told her she had figured it out.

“Whoa, that feels good,” Caroline said, laughing.

“Told you,” Riley said, then, “Can I show you something?”

“What?”

She took the toy from her friend, rubbing it back and forth against her sensitive clit. Caroline moaned, her hips gyrating on their own. Her breathing quickened and grew shallow. Riley knew she was enjoying what she was doing to her.

Blinking, that phrase hit home, ‘doing to her’. She was using the vibrator on her best friend. Blushing, she said, “You better take over. This must look kind of weird.”

“Feels good, though,” Caroline moaned, making no move to take the toy from her. Soft sounds of enjoyment escaped her.

“Seriously, take over,” Riley said.

“Why,” Caroline said, smiling playfully at her, “You are doing fine.”

Blinking in surprise, she realized her friend wanted her to continue using the vibrator on her. She met her eyes, raised her eyebrows questioningly.

Caroline laughed, “What? It feels good.”

“Yeah, but…”

“If it bothers you so much, then stop,” Caroline said, then moaned. Her body was writhing under the vibrator’s assault on her pudendum.

There was a challenge in her tone, a taunt that Riley rose to even though she recognized it for what it was. She shook her head at how easily her friend could twist her arm, said, “Oh God! Fine, but it never leaves this room.”

“I’m okay with that,” she breathed, grasped handfuls of the sheets, “Just don’t stop.”

Watching Caroline’s body undulate against the sex toy, she remembered the videos on her step-sister’s computer, the lesbian porn. She had thought the twisting and flexing of their bodies as they tangled naked on the bed had been sensual, erotic. She saw the same thing, now, as Caroline’s body responded to the pleasure washing through her. Again, she thought there was something sexy about the graceful roll of her hips, the clenching of her stomach.

As she had in her step-sister’s room, she wondered about her own thoughts.

“Keep it down. You are getting a little loud,” Riley said, glancing at the door.

“I can’t help it. God, it feels so good,” she moaned.

“Here. Use this,” Riley said, handing her a pillow. She took it, used it to muffle her cries of ecstasy. She flopped onto her back, her legs opening wide to give Riley easier access.

Looking down at her, Riley had to smile and shake her head. She couldn’t believe she was really doing this. Still, she didn’t want to stop.

Caroline’s back arched off the bed and she had to squeeze the pillow tight to her face to smother her cries. Riley had to smile, knew the toy was torturing her young body. She felt a flush of heat between her own thighs, thinking about the delicious buzzing of the vibrator.

Her friend’s hips started jerking, her body losing all of its grace. Riley’s eye widened as she realized she was about to come. She bore down with the vibrator, pushed her closer to the edge then over it. Caroline stiffened then, her cry of release loud enough to be clear through the pillow. Riley pulled the vibrator away as her body began to jerk. Then, grinning mischievously, she couldn’t resist putting it back. She heard her friend gasp through the pillow, leaned across her body so she couldn’t escape the vibrator. A second orgasm hit her and finally Riley let her off the hook.

“My God,” Caroline said, pulling the pillow from her face. She looked dazed as she smiled at Riley, “You weren’t kidding. That was amazing!”

“Now do you see why I stole one?”

“Yeah,” she said, then laughed, “I’m stealing yours when I leave.”

Continue on to Chapter 5

By Ebo

“What, you’ve never noticed the beefcake calendars before?” Caroline said, laughing at her.

They were in Spencer’s Gifts, looking for a gag gift for one of their friends. Riley had turned a corner and ran into the adult part of the store. While she had noticed the calendars, that wasn’t why her eyes were wide in a eureka moment. Amongst the assortment of adult friendly games and accessories were a stack of boxes labeled ‘Personal Massager’. Judging by the picture on the front, they were very, very personal massagers.

They sell vibrators at the mall, she thought, dumbfounded, not that I could buy one. Even the most jaded employee probably wouldn’t sell sex toys to a twelve year old.

She eyed the toys longingly. If she had her own, she wouldn’t have to wait for her parents to have date night to borrow her step-sister’s. She could use it every night if she wanted to, and she probably would. Ever since that first time, she had been hooked. Even to the point of taking her electric toothbrush to bed with her a few nights ago. It had felt good but just wasn’t the same as the vibrator. It wasn’t shaped right and didn’t vibrate hard enough.

Sighing heavily, she left the section, went to where Caroline was looking at T-shirts. Poking through the display, she really wasn’t seeing the shirts. Her mind was still on the sex toys.

A resounding crash from the front of the store made her jump and she looked to see a pretty blonde girl standing in a circle of broken shot glasses. She looked freaked out, near tears. The cashiers came over to examine the damage. They became very friendly, helpful when they saw how attractive the girl was.

Riley looked around the store, blinking. Everyone’s attention – even Caroline’s – was on the scene. No one was watching the store and no one was in the adult section. Thinking fast, she hurried to the display. With one more look around to make sure no one was watching, she slipped one of the vibrators into her purse. She had been quick enough that Caroline hadn’t even noticed she had left her side.

Her heart was racing in her chest and she was breathing funny. Was she really going to steal something? The vibrator in her purse weighed guiltily on her shoulder. Still, she knew it was the only way she could get one.

“Ditzy chick,” Caroline said, turning to Riley and grinning, “knocked over a whole rack of shot glasses.”

“The clerks don’t seem too upset,” Riley said, trying to keep her voice even. It wasn’t easy, the adrenaline flowing through her body.

“They are too busy looking down her blouse when she bends over,” Caroline said, shaking her head, “I can’t wait until my boobs grow in.”

“So clerks can look down your blouse,” Riley asked, laughing.

“Something like that,” she grinned.

“They do seem to get you better service. That poor guy wants to check out but can’t get any attention because the clerks are drooling over her.”

“If we’d knocked over those glasses,” Caroline said, whistling, “we would have been booted so far out of the store we’d ended up in Barnes and Noble.”

Laughing, Riley said, “You are probably right. We don’t have enough to stuff a c-cup between us.”

“Let’s get out of here. I’m not seeing anything I like. I think we are just going to have get her a real gift, instead.”

They headed for the exit. Riley drew a sharp breath when she saw the two white poles on either side of the exit. They detected radio tags placed on merchandise, to prevent theft. She had forgotten about them, hadn’t planned for them in her impromptu heist of a personal massager. No big deal unless you were walking around with stolen goods in your purse, like Riley. She balked, wanted to return the toy to the adult section. She couldn’t, without drawing attention to herself.

One of the clerks glanced up as they passed and she swore he knew. It was his eyes, so suspicious. Then he smiled and said, “Thanks for coming to Spencer’s.”

She nodded, still felt she had been found out. She expected him to abandon the mess to follow her to the exit. He’d tackle her when the alarm started blaring, turning her into a spectacle of epic proportions. Nothing could be worse for a girl her age than being embarrassed at the mall. Then there would be the awkward conversation in the back about why she was stealing sex toys. Her parents would be called, then she’d have an even more uncomfortable talk about why she needed a vibrator in the first place.

The exit loomed closer and each step made her guts roil even more. Her palms were sweating and she couldn’t breath. If she looked half as guilty as she felt she did, she’d be stopped at any moment.

Cringing, she passed between the white poles, waiting for the blaring alarms. She was a good five feet past it before she realized they weren’t going to go off, that she had escaped the store with her stolen goods, unnoticed.

Exhilarated by her theft, she wanted to laugh and celebrate, but couldn’t. She wasn’t completely out of the woods, yet. She still had to get out of the mall and home. She had to find a place to hide her new toy. Still, she felt the hard part was done.

————————————————–

In her bedroom, she pulled the box out of her purse. Her fingers were shaking as she opened it and spilled the contents out on the bed. It was shiny and black, almost an exact twin of her step-sisters. Seeing it there on her comforter, she giggled excitedly.

“I really have a vibrator,” she said, doing a little celebration dance.

She slipped the toy under her pillow, still needing to find a hiding place for it. The box, she ripped into tiny pieces so small that she couldn’t see any of the images on its sides anymore. This went into her trashcan, buried deep under the other trash.

Spinning in a circle, she looked for a good hiding place. It had to be easily accessed but clever enough not to be discovered. She kind of wished she had a jewelry box like Rebecca’s, but she didn’t have enough jewelry to warrant a box.

She thought about just putting it in her underwear drawer, under all of her panties, but figured that wouldn’t work. Every now and then, her stepmother would put her clothes away after washing them. Plus, the poor woman had been put through the wringer by her daughter, was prone to random bouts of searching around the house for contraband. These searches were usually limited to her own progeny’s room but Riley didn’t want to chance it.

Down on her knees, she looked under her desk for somewhere she could attach the vibrator. Nothing obvious jumped out at her. She checked her bedside stand, but nothing there, either. She quickly dismissed the bed, figuring it would be one of the first places searched.

Getting up, she sat on the bed. Frowning, she looked around the room, again. She had to have missed something. She got up and went to her closet. Looking at her clothes, she didn’t see anything that grabbed her attention. There was a shelf for storage but she figured it was another place that would be searched first.

Frustrated, she closed the door.

“There has to be something,” she said, out loud.

Then she spotted her bedside lamp. Tilting her head to one side, she went to it, turned it over. She had knocked it over once, knew the base was hollow on the bottom. She saw it was about the right size to accept the toy. Pulling it from under the pillow, she slipped it inside. It fit with very little wiggle room.

“Huh,” she said, standing the lamp up with the toy inside, “This could work.”

She’d need something to cover the hole in the bottom, but the lamp offered the best hiding place she’d found. Plus, it was conveniently located, less than a foot from her bed. Anytime she wanted it, it was in arm’s reach.

She grinned at that thought.

Now, all she needed was some C-batteries. There was a bulk package of them in the laundry room. She hurried downstairs, nearly collided with Rebecca coming out of the kitchen.

“Easy, kid,” the teen said, just getting out of the way, “what’s the rush?”

“Sorry,” Riley said, grinning sheepishly.

Shrugging, the teenager headed to the living room. Since she was grounded for a month, it was about the only place she could go. She been caught sneaking back into the house after being out all night.

Riley found the batteries and headed back upstairs. Liberating her vibrator from its hiding place, she fiddled with it until she figured out how to get the back off to put the batteries in. She screwed the knob back on, then twisted it. The toy came buzzing to life and she had to smile. It had been a momentous day – her first shoplifting, followed by her first sex toy. It was a busy day for a twelve year old girl.

————————————————-

Finally, her parents were asleep, judging by the duo of snores coming from their room. She was pretty sure that Rebecca was asleep, her room dark and quiet. Unfortunately, the teenager didn’t snore like a bear with a sinus condition like her parents, so she couldn’t be sure.

She had ‘used the bathroom’ a few minutes ago, her cover for doing a reconnoiter of the upstairs. That is how she knew she was finally clear to use her new toy, something she’d been nearly bursting with excitement to do all afternoon, ever since she stole it from Spencer’s. She had turned her light out at ten, her bedtime. It had been torture, just waiting in the dark for her chance. By eleven she couldn’t wait any more.

Even with her parents and step-sister asleep, she’d have to be quiet. Last thing she wanted was for her parents to hear a suspicious buzzing sound coming from her room and come to investigate.

She hoped the hum of the air conditioner would cover the sound of the vibrator and any noise she made.

Liberating her vibrator from its hiding place, she had to smile. It was cool and smooth in her hand, felt sexy to touch. Just holding it made her pulse race and her breathing became shallow and fast. That telling warmth spread between her thighs and her juices began to flow as she became aroused.

On the lowest setting, the toy only made the slightest buzzing sound, low enough she was confident it wouldn’t be heard outside of her room. One more click and the buzzing grew louder, but still shouldn’t carry far. She didn’t want to try her luck with the last setting. Besides, the second setting seemed more than enough to get the job done.

“Get the job done,” she said out loud, giggling.

She started to just pull her panties aside then giggled, again. Hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her underwear, she pulled them down, put her legs up in the air and slipped them off completely. On a second thought, her sleep shirt joined the panties on the floor until she lay naked atop her comforter. The cool air tickled her bare skin and she shivered deliciously. Being naked made this seem so much more naughty and, therefore, all the more exciting. She had to bite back a nervous giggle.

The plastic was cool when it touched her young sex, slipped between its soft, hairless folds to find her tender bud. She sighed as it sent shivers through her. The last two times she had done this had taught her that pressure made a world of difference. A little and it tickled; a little more and it felt incredible.

She giggled at her own carnal knowledge. Pressing the vibrating shaft firmly against her clit, she moaned. Her hips began to gyrate, rubbing the toy back and forth. She bit her lip to keep her quiet. It wasn’t easy, it felt so good.

When she was ready, she eased the toy lower, let it slip into her wet pussy. It filled her up just like her step-sister’s but she was ready for it this time. Her body drew it in deep, sucked at it greedily. She loved how it felt inside of her, had to bite her lip so hard to keep quiet that she almost drew blood.

Taking deep breaths to control herself, she slipped the vibrator in and out slowly. Her body went crazy, writhing with each thrust. Again, she thought this must be how sex felt. It gave her a little thrill, thinking like that.

She remembered the myriad of positions described in great detail in the romance novel she had read, wondered if it felt any different in a different position. Shrugging, she rolled onto her stomach, pushed to her hand and knees. It was a bit awkward because she reached back between her thighs to push the vibrator in and out. A little frustrated by how ungainly it felt, she had an epiphany. Turning around, she put her ass to her headboard, held the toy against the wood, then eased back onto it. It seemed a lot easier this way, pushing backwards to sink the toy deep into her slick core, then easing forward to pull it out.

“Doggy style,” she said, giggling. That was what the romance novel had called this position, probably because it was how dogs did it. Whatever the reason for its name, it felt really nice, the toy hitting a different part of her vagina. She found that by changing the angle of her back, she could hit different spots. She found one that felt so good she had to put her hand over her mouth to muffle her moans. It was like there was a magic button on the stomach side of her girlhood that sent shock waves of pleasure through her every time the vibrator pushed it.

It felt so good that it didn’t take long for tension to start building in her body, a feeling she was becoming familiar with. She knew she was about to orgasm, her body rocketing toward release. Her body lost all grace and she had to really focus on pushing back against the toy. It was worth the effort when she suddenly stiffened with her climax. A sharp hiss escaped her, then her body went crazy, shaking like a leaf. Her body jerked forward, off of the vibrator, its buzzing too much a sweet torture on her now very sensitive sex.

“Oh, wow,” she giggled.

She wondered if the other positions in the book were as much fun as doggy style. Giggling, she figured out how she could be ‘on top’. She pulled a pillow between her legs, held the toy vertical so she could ease down onto it.

Gasping, she learned something; She had to wait a while after having an orgasm before putting it back in. The pleasure had been instantaneous and almost painfully intense. She bounded up off it like it had burned her, her eyes wide in surprise.

She waited a few minutes, then tried it, again. It was okay, this time. Still a little sensitive from her last orgasm, the vibrator did wonderful things for her. She eased down onto it until it was nearly all the way inside of her. It bumped something deep inside of her and she grimaced at the nauseating pain. She didn’t go so deep the next time.

She moaned, moving up and down on the shaft. Her free hand crept up to play with her breasts, which bounced with her every movement. She teased her nipples across the palm of her hand, making her sigh and arch her back.

Curious what else felt good to be touched, she let her hand roam over her young body. Her caresses left her skin tingling in their wake.

“This is so good,” she said, out loud but just barely. She wasn’t sure who she was telling, but felt she had to share.

A little sheen of sweat glistened on her pneumatic body and she was panting from her exertion. Being on top was a lot more work than just laying on her back. Her thighs and buttocks were beginning to burn from the effort, but she didn’t stop. Already the tension was returning.

Even though she had felt it coming, her orgasm still startled a cry from her. She managed to bite it off before it really got started, but she still cringed. In a panic, she eased off the toy, shut it off. Holding her breath, she tried to listen for approaching foot steps but couldn’t hear over her pulse pounding in her temples. Just to be safe, she crawled under the comforter. Dreading her door opening and the light snapping on, she waited for what seemed an eternity.

No one came, her cry unnoticed. Eventually she relaxed, could enjoy the delicious feeling in her body. She let out her pent up breath in a sigh of relief, which quickly turned into a nervous giggle.

“That was too close,” she muttered, throwing the comforter back. She was too hot to be covered up. Standing up on her wobbly legs, she went to stand in front of the air conditioner. She shivered as its cool breath found her sweat-slick skin, goose flesh breaking out on her body. It felt so good.

When she’d cooled down, she slipped back into her panties and T-shirt, wiped off her vibrator and put it up, then slipped into bed. She pulled the covers around her, closed her eyes…and couldn’t sleep. Adrenaline was still coursing through her from finally getting to play with her new toy and the little incident at the end when she cried out in ecstasy.

She had a feeling it would be awhile before she was ready to doze off.

Continue on to Chapter 4