Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By StarSapphire

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

Tracy sat patiently awaiting the arrival of little 4-year-old Suzy’s mother, Marie. Suzy was sound asleep and it only remained to collect her babysitting fee from her mom before she could call it a night. As she waited her thoughts turned to Marie, as they had many times before.

Tracy was a normal 13-year-old girl with all that that implied, hormones included. The thing that wasn’t exactly normal was her love of other girls, or women, and specifically Marie, her busty babysitting source of weekend cash. Tracy frequently fantasized about Marie, of them being somehow magically together as a ‘couple’, and of all the sex that would flow from that union. She often masturbated to the vision of Marie’s breasts, naked and full, ready for her eager young hands and lips. She wondered endlessly about Marie’s nipples, how big they were and what color. Noting Marie’s dark wavy hair she guessed that her pussy fur would be dark as well, but how thick? Or did she, like Tracy, shave away any traces of those indelible marks of womanhood? She ached to find out.

“Hi Tracy, I’m home!”

Snapped out of her revelry, Tracy turned on the couch to greet the delectable object of her hidden desires.

Marie came in to the living room after a night out with a local boyfriend, a relationship that was more friendly than hot and which had left her not a little aroused, slightly tipsy, and unsatisfied. Gazing at her babysitter, Marie thought that she’d be smashing one day, her long honey blond hair hanging loose, those puffy, kissable lips and small breast buds promising to emerge into adult fullness. Her hips had already begun to take on a more womanly curve too, she mused, envying the girl her youth and feeling a bit shocked at the spark of arousal that shot through her as she looked down on young Tracy’s budding young form.

“Did you have a good time?” Tracy asked.

“Oh, it was okay, I guess. Harry’s just a friend, so nothing too exciting,” Marie sighed.

Tracy commiserated with a shrug and a smile and gazed longingly at Marie as she went to her purse to find money to pay her. She hungered after her large breasts and was entranced by her round ass cheeks and long legs, hidden beneath her dress jeans. She wondered just how she was going to handle these feelings.

“Here, honey, there’s your pay and well earned,” she said, handing over some bills to Tracy.

“Oh Suzy’s no trouble. I love her to bits!” Tracy replied, pocketing the money without counting it.

Seeing that it was a Saturday night and she was home a bit early, Marie invited Tracy to stay and chat for awhile before going home.

Pretending to look around for prying eyes, she smiled wickedly and poured Tracy a glass of white wine, something that had become a special treat over the past months, and Tracy giggled her acceptance of the trust and intimacy it implied before taking a sip.

“So, a penny for your thoughts, Tracy. You look a little bewildered. Too soon for the wine to hit you, so what’s up, girlfriend?”

Tracy was caught unawares by Marie’s directness, but rather than mumble some excuse, she decided to be a bit more forthright. “Well I was looking at you and, uh, wondering if I’ll ever look as good.” Tracy dropped her face before blushing profusely.

Marie laughed. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” she replied.

“No, seriously. I mean, will I ever have boobs as nice as yours, do you think?” Tracy asked, looking first at her own emerging buds, then over at Marie’s mature 35 year old chest. “Like my mom’s boobs are kinda big, is that what I’m going to have?” she queried.

“Tracy honey, I have no way of knowing, except that I think you look just fine the way you are,” she said, realizing in an instant just how true that statement was. “I mean it ain’t all about boobs anyway. So mine are big. Does that make me happier? I don’t think so. Just be patient and see what Mother Nature has in store for you. Besides, I think you’re really cute for your age. Don’t be in such a hurry to grow up.”

“You like the way I look?”

“Yeah I do. You have the greatest smile, lovely blue eyes, and a butt I only wish I had.”

Tracy blushed at this unexpected compliment. She did think she had a nice ass, but a second opinion never hurt, especially coming from someone she had this raging crush on. “But you have a great butt too!” she exclaimed.

Marie smiled. “Do you think so? This old thing? It’s not too big, is it?” she queried looking down at her hips.

“Not at all! It’s even smaller than my mom’s and my mom’s ass looks really great!”

“Yes, it does,” Marie murmured. She felt a little embarrassed about just how attracted lately she’d become to Tracy’s mom Shirley. She’d never looked at other women before in a sexual way and she was understandably nervous about her feelings, which were beginning to include young Tracy, who was right before her with a face flushed with – wine? Excitement? Marie couldn’t tell.

“But it’s really your breasts that I think are so awesome. They’re even bigger than Mom’s. Mine are still so puny,” Tracy sighed, running her hands over her tiny breasts for emphasis.

Marie leaned back and saw Tracy staring at her chest. She had on a loose red silk blouse and a black bra underneath. She stretched her elbows behind her back and deliberately displayed herself to her young friend as she watched her lightly stroke her nipple area. A shiver ran through her.

“So you like my breasts?” Marie replied, feeling excited at Tracy’s attention.

Tracy giggled and covered her mouth, turning beet red. “Yes, I really do. In fact…” she hesitated a second. “I’d really like to see them.”

Oh my God! she thought, I’ve actually gone and asked her to show me her tits! Tracy felt a flush of embarrassment wash through at her boldness.

Marie was at first a bit shocked, and turned bright red at Tracy’s request. She’d never contemplated doing something as brazen as this with someone. Show her my breasts? In spite of her slight shock and embarrassment, though, a wave of heated arousal also rolled through. She’d never done anything quite like this before, especially with a thirteen year old girl, cute as she was.

Should I really go through with this? she thought. Show Tracy my tits? Is it even legal? But then she thought What the hell, it’s just us girls, isn’t it? It seemed the wine and drinks from earlier were melting her resistance, as well as peaking her sexual excitement. She had no other explanation she was willing to admit to just then.

“I’m sorry!” pleaded Tracy. “That was really a crazy thing I was asking you to do. Please forget I ever said it!” She was mortified that Marie might react badly to her request.

“No, no, baby!” cried Marie. “It’s all right, I think I know how you feel, and it’s just us girls, isn’t it, so why not? I’m glad you like them but hey, before I do that I’ve got to get you to promise you won’t tell anyone about this, especially Shirley, okay?”

“Oh gosh, no problem! I won’t tell anyone, especially not Mom!” Tracy exclaimed. She’s going to do it, she’s going to take off her top and show me her tits! Tracy squealed to herself. “And besides, I think Mom would like to be here anyway. I think she likes you.”

“You mean…”

“Yes, Mom’s told me she thinks you’re hot. Gosh, I hope that doesn’t offend you! Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything,” Tracy clapped a hand over her mouth.

Marie was certainly taken aback at this admission, and gulped down her glass of wine before replying. “Oh no, honey! I – I think that’s just so sweet. No, thank you for telling me, Tracy. I think your mom’s pretty hot too. And I know she’s gay, she’s told me,” Marie filed this bit of exciting information away to be contemplated later. “But for now, I believe there is something that you want to look at, is there not?”

“Yes, please!” squeaked Tracy.

Without further ceremony, Marie began undoing the buttons on her blouse, exposing a glimpse of cleavage and flashing a trace of her lacy black bra cups as she continued. She had never actually stripped in front of someone before and was very excited. She undid the sleeve buttons next, then looked directly at Tracy as she quickly removed her top, feeling its cool softness slide from her shoulders as she let it drop. She could see the arousal in the young girl’s eyes and felt a wonderful sense of power come over her as she reached behind and unclasped her tight bra, letting it slide down her arms to the floor. Her breasts were free and her hard pink nipples stood fully erect.

As Tracy gazed at the sight, her jaw practically fell on the floor. She thought she might almost have wet her self by the amount of juices flowing from her small cunny.

“Oh my God, they’re beautiful!” Tracy drank in the sight, astonished at how easy and fast this had all occurred. Her breasts are even bigger in person than when covered up! And her nipples are so big and pink! “Can I, like, touch them, do you think?” Tracy stuttered.

In for a penny, Marie thought, and put her hands under her luscious globes, presenting them for Tracy’s manual inspection. “Yeah, baby,” she murmured.

Tracy reached out with her small hands and eagerly began fondling Marie’s soft breast flesh and hard pink nipples. Marie closed her eyes and gasped at the youngster’s touch. Bolts of arousal were shooting through her as Tracy began playing with her aching nipples, rubbing and pulling on them.

“Suck them, baby, suck my nipples for me,” Marie groaned as she felt herself succumbing completely to her arousal.

Tracy complied, still not believing what was happening. Her biggest fantasy was coming true and she was squirming with the excitement. Her lips encased one nipple, licking and sucking on it and hearing Marie’s cries of pleasure. Her hand was meanwhile kneading Marie’s other breast rhythmically…

****

After Tracy had left that evening — thankfully, before things could get out of control — Marie had to take stock of all she’d seen, done, and heard. As if coming out of a trance, Marie had stopped what was obviously headed towards a sinfully wicked sexual encounter, despite all the animalistic passions in her that urged her to continue having sex with young Tracy; to get both herself and the girl off in a boiling climax.

Marie was overwhelmed by her feelings. Not only had she brazenly bared her breasts to her thirteen-year-old babysitter, but that babysitter was a girl. And she had been so aroused by what took place that she had fingered herself to at least five orgasms before finally falling into a dreamless sleep. Although she awoke rested, her mind was awhirl with the enormity of what had happened to her the night before.

I can’t blame it on the alcohol, she thought, I just didn’t drink that much and I clearly remember everything. No, she had to own what happened, and realize that a part of her was attracted, no, hugely attracted to other girls. But to girls of thirteen?

She let her mind wander, and remembered how Tracy had said her mom had thought her hot. A little shiver ran through her as she pictured her neighbor Shirley in her mind. Shirley was the hottie, she thought, with her long wavy blond hair, tall frame, and large breasts. Marie guessed her age at about thirty-five, a few years in advance of her own twenty-nine. She certainly hoped that Tracy would keep her word and not tell Shirley about allowing her daughter to fondle her naked breasts!

There was something in the way that Tracy had said that her mom thought she was hot that hinted that Shirley might know a lot more about this girl-having-sex-with-girl thing than she’d ever let Marie know. While not close friends, she decided she had to get to know Shirley a little bit better, if only to pick her brains on this brand new subject for her because she was genuinely confused about what she felt, for whom, and why. Especially her feelings towards Tracy.

*****

Shirley and Marie met in Marie’s kitchen that warm Sunday afternoon, while Tracy was out with friends and young Suzy was with her dad. While they had both chatted over the fence, neither had actually been inside the other’s home.

Shirley was impressed with Marie’s design sense and housekeeping. I’ll have to give my place a spring cleaning before I return the invitation, Shirley thought looking around.

“I really like your place,” Shirley complimented, and silently admired the way Marie looked, even in a tight blue T-shirt and jeans.

“Why, thank you,” Marie replied as they began discussing various features of the house as a way to open the conversation. “But what I really wanted to talk to you about was Tracy.”

“There’s no problem, is there? My God, Tracy loves Suzy and sitting for you,” Shirley exclaimed.

“No, not with her babysitting. She’s darling, and Suzy adores her. It’s more about her relationship with me. Last night — I mean, well, I think Tracy has a kind of crush on me,” Marie confessed.

Shirley looked amused and smiled at Marie’s obvious embarrassment. She had thought something like that was happening and was not displeased. She herself was far more into other women than men, and was glad to see Tracy following in her footsteps. She’d even been having her own nasty thoughts of Tracy recently that surprised her with their intensity.

“So, how do you know she feels that way?” Shirley asked. “I mean, it’s okay. I’m not shocked or anything.”

“Well, I let something happen last night…” Marie trailed off. Shirley waited patiently. “She actually asked to see my breasts!” she finally gasped. “And I showed them to her and let her touch them and everything!”

Shirley thought that if Marie’s face got any redder, she’d be radiating in ultraviolet soon.

Marie felt like she was in endless purgatory, awaiting final judgment.

Then Shirley laughed, breaking the unbearable tension Marie felt. “Wow, she must have thought she’d died and gone to heaven!”

Marie looked at Shirley’s laughing face. “You mean, you’re okay with that?”

“Yes, of course I am. And I am really impressed that you would tell me about it too. I thought Tracy was really stuck on you and, like me, into other girls. Thank you for confirming that for me. Is that all you two did?”

“Yes, it was. But I can tell you I truly wanted it to go farther,” Marie confessed. “I stopped things before they got out of hand, but now that you know, do you still want Tracy babysitting in my home?”

Shirley could see Marie’s dilemma. Having Tracy around would likely cause an unbearable tension, and could definitely lead to more happening. She gently sidestepped the question for the moment.

“What about you, Marie? How do you feel about Tracy, about other women?”

“Honestly, until Tracy I hadn’t thought much about other women. I had a couple of experiences when I was younger, but I just thought that I was straight with a low sex drive. But I have to say that I feel enormously attracted to her. Even to you, now,” she giggled.

Shirley shivered inside, delighted with this turn of events. “Well, I must tell you the feeling is mutual. But what about Tracy? You want to go further with her, don’t you?”

“Of course I do! But what do you feel about that? And would Tracy really be open to making love with me?”

Shirley pondered the question. “Why don’t you ask her?”

“You mean that it’s, like, okay with you if I have sex with your daughter?” Marie asked, slightly astonished.

“Yes, but under one condition – you tell me all about it,” Shirley smiled. “I want to know all the details!”

On her way home, Marie’s head was all a whirl. Shirley’s permission to have sex with her daughter had certainly added fuel to the fire she felt burning inside her. But had she really given her permission? My God, she thought, where is this going?

And it even seemed that Shirley wanted her too. God, life was so much simpler just a week ago! It would be three long days before she saw Tracy again, and she found herself deep in anticipation.

Those three days passed slowly. Marie had been fantasizing every day, masturbating in bed, in the shower, even in her kitchen, memories of Tracy’s touch firing her imagination.

On the evening of the third day, Marie greeted Tracy as she arrived to sit for Suzy. Tracy looked delicious in a powder blue short-sleeved top and a short blue jean skirt, her legs tanned and thin but nicely shaped. The buds of her little breasts pressed against her top and clearly showed she had worn no bra.

“I’ll only be a couple of hours, Tracy, so it will be a short night for you.” Not too short, she hoped.

“Gosh, that’s fine, Marie!” Tracy replied, not a hint of their last meeting showing in her demeanour.

In truth, Marie had no plans to go anywhere. Her sole purpose was to see Tracy again soon without appearing too eager. So she took herself out for a nice meal, then went to the public library. When she felt an appropriate period of time had passed she returned home, deep in anticipation but very nervous.

As she walked in the door, Tracy was watching TV. “Oh hi, Marie! I just put Suzy down,” she announced from the couch.

“That’s wonderful!” Marie said and joined Tracy on the sofa, sitting a foot or so away from the girl. At this point their eyes met and they both blushed, remembering their last encounter.

“It’s funny,” said Tracy. “Mom’s been acting kind of strange since the other night. It’s like she knows something. I know that’s silly, but that’s the feeling she gives me.”

“Tracy, how do you feel about what we did the other night? Please don’t feel embarrassed. I was happy showing you my boobs,” Marie said, feeling herself becoming aroused and astonished at her boldness. “In fact we can do that again, but on one condition – you let me see yours, too.”

“But I barely have any!” Tracy moaned, feeling so relieved that Marie was okay with what happened, and apparently wanting to go farther.

“No, my sweet, yours are beautiful.” Marie moved closer to Tracy then put her arm around her shoulder. “W-would you show them to me now?” she asked nervously, bending her head down to lightly touch her lips against Tracy’s. She heard Tracy sigh as their lips met and she pressed a little more firmly. Tracy’s lips opened slightly and she slipped her tongue between her soft lips and played and tangled with the young girl’s sweet tongue as their kiss deepened.

Marie gently broke away. “Now sweetheart, show me now,” she whispered.

As Marie’s hands began to remove her own blouse, Tracy slowly raised her top up and off, exposing a pair of delightful breast mounds capped by small pink puffy nipples. Marie stared in awe at Tracy’s naked chest, then reached behind and unclasped her black lacy bra, letting it fall forward over her arms and off. Tracy stared intently as Marie’s nipples hardened under her gaze.

“Oh Tracy, your titties are just so sweet,” Marie muttered, her eyes glued to the sight of the topless 13-year-old. “May I touch them?”

“Oh, yes, please! and me too?” Tracy watched as Marie arched her back and presented her breasts to Tracy. Then they both reached out and cupped each other, Marie marvelling at the delicate softness of Tracy’s little nubs and the foamy feel of her puffy pink nipples. Tracy, in turn, felt the womanly fullness of Marie’s tits and took delight in her hard nipples against her palms.

Both were extremely turned on, their juices flowing.

“Tracy honey, would you like us to go farther? I mean you’re turning me on so much baby and, well I’d like to see the rest of you too.”

“Yes, please!” Tracy squealed. “I mean, I love you so much and…”

“Me too, baby. Then let’s go upstairs to my bedroom.”

Marie took Tracy’s hand, stood up and led the girl to her inner sanctum.

****

As Marie left, Shirley was almost thunderstruck by what had transpired. Did I really give Marie permission to have sex with my daughter? Oh my God! she thought then recalled her own passionate longing every time she looked at young Tracy. She was shivering from both arousal and nerves. She knew Tracy was precocious and bright, but to be so forward with Marie? My, my, she mused.

Then she thought about the condition she had given to Marie. Did she want all the details of their lovemaking as a way to vicariously enjoy her nubile young daughter, letting her have sex with another woman, without any of the guilt or baggage that would ensue if she really did have sex with Tracy herself?

I’m a coward, Shirley thought, images of Tracy and Marie together burning in her imagination. Almost unconsciously, a hand had begun gently squeezing her own breast while her thighs rubbed together of their own accord, the tight fabric of her jeans pressing and rubbing against her swollen clit.

Almost without thought she undid her jeans, ran down the zipper, thrust a hand into her panties and began to masturbate in hard rapid strokes. She squeezed her breast harder and pinched her nipple. Her passionate rubbing and squeezing soon brought on a bone-racking, sopping wet orgasm that splashed over her busy hand.

Continue on to Part Two

By StarSapphire

For the next three days, Shirley wandered around almost trance-like until Tracy finally asked if she was okay. Shirley, usually so in control and self assured, had become a piece of reed blowing in the wind. Tracy wasn’t sure what to make of this mood, especially when her mom would look at her with big moon eyes, but it certainly was a change, and Shirley’s attraction to her was becoming more obvious. Tracy felt both excitement and anxiety about this, attracted as she was to her mom already, and with fresh memories of Marie’s mammaries in her mind.

The days passed in due course, and on the morning of the fourth day Marie called, asking if she might drop in to Shirley’s place for a chat. Shirley agreed, so Marie took a quick look at herself in the mirror before leaving. Hair and make-up were just so, with a bit of decolletage from a white blouse and dark blue tight shorts.  It all seemed just right — not too much, not too little. Just what DOES one wear to the telling of a daughter’s seduction? she mused.

Finding the door open, Marie knocked gently then entered, calling out her presence. Shirley quickly appeared, a big smile on her face.

“Thanks for having me over,” breathed Marie. “I’ve so much to tell you.”

As Shirley began pouring them both coffee, Marie related how things had started off, how eager Tracy seemed to continue her voyeur-like experience of being shown Marie’s big titties and how she’d gotten Tracy to take her top off. She told her too of how the sight of her small breast buds and pink puffed-out nipples had so turned her on that she’d invited Tracy upstairs to her bedroom.

“When we got beside my bed, I took Tracy in my arms for the first time.” She felt her naked body hard against Tracy’s as their lips met, and they entered a deep open-mouthed kiss that felt like it should have lasted forever. “Tracy is a natural. I’ve never enjoyed a kiss so much in my life,” Marie exclaimed.

“Then what happened?” Shirley asked, her temperature definitely on the rise.

“A lot!” laughed Marie.

*****

As their kiss deepened, Marie’s hand moved slowly down to Tracy’s sexy butt and began to stroke and squeeze it, grinding her own pussy against Tracy, using her hand to push the girl’s loins harder against her own. Both were now panting with lust.

Tracy pulled away suddenly, startling Marie. “Wait!” she cried. “I want to see the rest of you too!” Without a pause she reached out and undid Marie’s belt buckle, unbuttoned her jeans and ran down the zipper. Underneath were a pair of black lacy panties, worn in anticipation of this very moment. Tracy could see the dark triangle of Marie’s pussy clearly through the fine weave of her small tight panties as she slipped the jeans off Marie’s hips and down to her knees.

Then Marie took over and sat on the bed to finish removing them. She stood before Tracy in just her black panties, and Tracy stared in awe at her near nakedness.

“Your turn,” said Marie breathlessly.

Tracy paused just a moment, then reached for the zipper at the side of her skirt. Pulling it down, she let the garment drop to the floor, revealing a pair of pink bikini panties complete with a wet spot right in front. Marie caught her breath in anticipation, then reached over and slid the garment down Tracy’s thighs to have it finally pool at her ankles. As she stepped out of them Marie swiftly lowered her own panties and kicked them aside. They now stood naked, just inches apart.

They were both nervous, shaking with tension and lust, but they paused only a second before falling into a deep embrace, rolling effortlessly onto Marie’s bed, their lips working away gently at each other as tongues slid and caressed, each exploring the wonderful new territory inside the other’s mouth.

Tracy was overwhelmed at being in the arms of her beloved, naked and passionate, hands roaming and exploring. She felt Marie’s hard nipples against her chest and her thigh entangled between Marie’s, feeling the moist texture of her pussy fur against her leg as they ground their hips together in hard rhythmic pulses. Marie’s hand was on her ass, urging her young cunt forward, harder against the obstacle of Marie’s pelvis.

“Oh yes, baby!” screamed Marie as Tracy’s humping thigh continued to grind into her pulsating cunny. “Fuck me like that, Tracy honey. Keep fucking me so hard!” she moaned into Tracy’s ear, trying to hold back the cries that might awaken young Suzie.

But she could hold back only so long, and a silent keening began as Tracy continued thrusting. Then she watched as Marie’s mouth opened in a silent scream, her whole body going rigid and arched from a huge orgasm that swept through her. Only a quiet groan escaped her lips, but Tracy suspected that under different circumstances, Marie would be screaming out her pleasure.

In massive shivers and shakes Marie slowly came back down to earth, eyes squeezed tightly shut as she sucked in great lungs full of air, then she slowly began to recover. Tracy held her tightly, in total awe at the pleasure she had seemed to give to the love of her life, Marie. She nestled her head gently into Marie’s shoulder as she continued to hold her, clasped as tightly as she could against Marie’s warm flesh, just wanting to melt into her and become one.

“Oh, sweetheart, that was sooo nice,” Marie cooed into Tracy’s ear. “Now it’s your turn. Lie back and let me at you!”

Not knowing what to expect, Tracy did as she was told and lay on her back in eager expectation. Marie wasted no time and began to kiss her — first on the lips, down to her neck, then on to each of her erect and aching little nipples, mouthing each in turn as Tracy moaned out her pleasure.  jolts of energy flowing from her breasts down to her tingling clit. Slowly, Marie trailed her tongue down over her bellybutton and lower.

Tracy was in rapture, anticipating what seemed to be coming. She’d heard of oral sex, but never thought to experience it from the sole object of her ardent young love. But experience it she did. Marie’s tongue first gently stroked her smooth slit, then deepened her penetration and began licking her from clit to love hole, settling finally on her throbbing clit, sucking it hard into her mouth, then bathing it in excruciating tongue lashings. Her fingers meantime had invaded Tracy’s cunt and were gently fucking her at the same time.

****

“That is so hot!” Shirley exclaimed. “I can’t believe it happened!”

“Believe it. Although I sometimes still pinch myself.”

Shirley was dripping wet from Marie’s tale, almost afraid to look down. Looking across at Marie she could see that she was perspiring and probably in no better shape. “So did she come?” she asked.

“Oh my God, like a machine gun. I swear Tracy is multi-orgasmic, even at her age!”

“Look, Marie, I just have to get off after hearing you. What am I to do?” Shirley looked across at Marie with lustful eyes.

“Well, I’d like to watch you do just that,” Marie smiled, feeling brazen. “You can masturbate for me. I’d love to watch and maybe join you, what do you say?”

Shirley’s mouth dropped open in surprise, especially at Marie’s dominance, but her hands nevertheless moved to her shorts as she stood quickly to remove them.

“Your top too, Shirley,” Marie said staring at her ample chest. “I want to see your tits.”

Shirley complied, peeling off her T shirt and quickly removing her shorts, bra and panties to stand nude before her luscious neighbour, whose hand had drifted between her own legs and was stroking herself lightly. Getting into the spirit, Marie peeled off her own top, revealing her large coral tipped breasts to Shirley, who gasped at the sight. Her shorts quickly followed, leaving them both naked as the day they were born. Moving her chair into line of sight with Shirley’s, Marie watched as Shirley’s finger stole down to her pussy, covered with a thin coating of dust-colored pubic hair. Slowly she began stroking herself, her eyes closing and lust now distorting her features.

Marie sat transfixed at the sight, seeing Shirley’s fingers working in a blur over her cunt, moving in rapid circles, much like Marie played with herself. As she continued watching, low moans escaped from Shirley’s lips as her other hand stole up to her aching tit and began to massage it rhythmically. She could tell Shirley was in near ecstasy when she opened her eyes slightly and smiled at Marie, then delectably licked her lips. “Join me, hon,” she whispered throatily.

Nothing loath, Marie’s hand strayed southward and found her drooling pussy. Watching to match Shirley’s rhythm, she was soon masturbating in sync, watching her through slitted eyes and panting out her her pleasure in short sharp gasps. With her other hand she moved beneath one of her large tits and brought the nipple to her mouth, licking and sucking it, causing a deep sigh of satisfaction from Shirley, eyes now wide open, watching.

Both women continued, naked in their chairs, working at themselves in a frenzy as Shirley felt herself ready to explode. “Oh God you wicked bitch, I’m gonna come!” she wailed.

As Marie watched, still fingering herself madly, she watched as Shirley’s back arched off her chair and a loud wail came from her mouth. Her body vibrated and her hips bucked furiously against her hand as wave after awesome wave of pure pleasure coursed through her body. Finally, after a trembling slow recline, Shirley lay back spent, arms open, breathing deeply but still watching Marie as her neighbour rapidly fucked two fingers into herself and bit down on her nipple.

With three loud groans, Marie’s orgasm hit her, rocking her into ecstatic oblivion, every nerve in her body coursing through with sexual energy, all centered on her hot heaving cunt. Like Shirley, her release was total, expelling all tension from her body. She looked at the satisfied smile on Shirley’s face and gave a big grin in return.

“I’ve never masturbated in front of someone before,” Marie giggled.

“I bet there’s lots you haven’t done before,” smiled Shirley. “Excluding of course, fucking a thirteen-year-old girl,” she laughed.

“Yes, and I’d love to do more. Think you can teach me?”

“Count on it. But something tells me you’re going to be an easy student, not much of a challenge!” Shirley smiled.

“I’m really new to all of this. I mean, I never knew I liked girls so much before. I just wasn’t turned on by men. And now I have the two of you. And what are we going to do about Tracy?”

“Tell you what, hon, let’s go upstairs and discuss it in my bedroom. Are you up for that?” Shirley asked, holding her breath in anticipation of Marie’s response.

Marie looked into Shirley’s lovely blue eyes and saw the lust there that she knew she too was feeling. “Oh my God, yes. I-I’d like that” she stammered. It’s going to happen, she thought, sex with another woman.

Without further words, Shirley stood and took Marie’s hand, taking them both upstairs naked to her waiting boudoir and king sized bed. At the entrance Shirley turned and kissed Marie, softly at first, then with building passion. Marie responded by opening her mouth and allowing Shirley’s probing tongue easy access to it. Soon their jaws were wide open as if they seemed determined to devour each other, their tongues lashing and twisting around each other in an incredibly sensual dance, the like of which Marie had never experienced before.

Shirley’s hand went slowly up to cup one of Marie’s large breasts, and she heard a moan escape from her neighbor’s lips. The feeling was wonderful. Marie’s nipple was large and hard against her palm as she felt the full weight of the tit in her hand. I bet Tracy just loved feeling these, she mused to herself. Then she broke their embrace, turned, led Marie over to her big bed and laid her down on top of the soft duvet cover. Quickly she slipped in along side her, leaned over and continued their kiss.

Coming up for air, Shirley looked Marie in the eyes. “Did you like that, sweetheart?”

“I’ve never had a kiss like it before. It was fantastically sexy,” Marie replied in wonder.

“Plenty more where that came from. So you’ve never been with a grown woman before, huh? And what’s this about you fucking my daughter, and what are we gonna do about it?” Shirley laughed.

“You really want her, don’t you? You want to have sex with Tracy.”

“Yes I do, if that satisfies your puerile curiosity. I admit it. I have lusted after my own daughter for a couple years, and when you told me about having sex with her I went out of my mind. I nearly came without even touching myself, you are such a good storyteller,” Shirley laughed. “I bet Tracey is now head over heels in love with you, which leaves me a bit out in the cold. I mean, will she see having sex with me as cheating on you? Or will our having sex make her feel you’re cheating on her?”

“We haven’t really had sex, though, have we?”

“But we’re going to, I know it. And if not, then I’m gonna rape your cute ass,” Shirley chuckled.

“Well, we are naked in bed together, that’s for sure. So what do we do next?” Marie whispered quietly. “Remember I’m new to all of this.” In fact she was feeling just a bit nervous, waiting for Shirley to make the first move.

“This!” proclaimed Shirley, who immediately locked her swollen lips to Marie’s and kissed her again in earnest passion. Shirley rolled half on top of Marie, quickly felt for one of her heavy tits and began to rub it into Marie’s chest. Marie gasped out her pleasure as Shirley mashed her big tit hard. Her own hand slid around to cup Shirley’s ass cheek, drawing her hips closer to her as she opened her legs and let Shirley’s thigh nestle tightly against her cunt. At the touch of her leg, Marie began to slowly hump Shirley as their searing kiss continued.

“My tits, baby. Play with my tits,” Shirley spoke urgently.

Marie happily complied, moving her other hand over to touch another woman’s full breast for the first time. She was a bit astonished that it felt different from her own, even though Shirley’s tits were nearly the same size as hers. It was soft and delicate in a way hers wasn’t. It felt wonderful, though, and she busily pinched and tweaked her big hard nipple, making Shirley gasp out little cries of pleasure.

Marie and Shirley now began to grind their cunts together much more forcefully and passionately. “God, yes!” screamed Shirley. “Fuck me! Fuck me harder!”

Their heads were on each other’s shoulders now as all their energy became focused on the rubbing between their legs. Marie could never remember a fuck with a man that came anywhere close to the intensity of this strange experience.

As each woman humped against the other, their orgasms seemed to grow apace. First Shirley, then Marie both exploded in passion, drenching each other and straining to make every hair and skin cell rub against the other’s, their clits sliding and slipping together as great waves of pleasure swept through their bodies, while loud moans and cries of pure ecstasy escaped their lips. As their hips ground against each other they slowly came down, amazed at the power of the orgasm they had created together.

They lay silently wrapped in each other’s arms as their breathing slowly relaxed and the bed stopped spinning. “Never in my life have I ever come like that!” Marie marveled. “You are so wonderful, Shirley! I never knew sex could be like this!”

“Baby, with you it certainly has been special. I’ve never come like that before, either. This whole week has been crazy with you and Tracy and all the details, and I have to admit I’ve longed to have you in this bed for awhile now.”

“Now try getting me out of it! But what about Tracy? I mean, I love her too. What are we going to do?”

****

Tracy felt almost giddy as she made her way home from school. She was deeply in love. Last night had been like a dream come true. Having sex with Marie was so much more than she imagined it would be. She still remembered the feel of her arms wrapped around her, and pressed the back of her hand against her lips to give her some semblance of the kisses she had exchanged. Her young pussy still tingled from the tongue lashing it had received. That was SO rude! But she couldn’t wait to try it on Marie, to actually put her mouth against her juicy cunt and make the object of all her affections explode like a rocket.

She was getting turned on, she realized, and she was only halfway home! Gonna lock myself up in my bedroom for awhile when I get there, she mused.

Then Tracy began having thoughts about her mom, who’d been acting a bit strange lately. She’d catch Mom looking at her sometimes with an unusual stare. Tracy had had sexual thoughts about her mom for a long time, since she was maybe nine, but until now she hadn’t considered ever broaching such a serious issue with her. It could be disastrous, even trying to talk to her mom about this, but Tracy could certainly feel sexual tension building at home. She just didn’t know what to do with it.

Darn it, she thought, I’m only thirteen. Somebody had to help her make some decisions, especially after her ‘seduction’ of Marie, the thought of which caused her to giggle. Then she remembered her goal when she got home and hurried her pace.

Things did not go as planned. She never got up to her room until much later. When she got home, she stepped into the kitchen and saw both her mom and Marie waiting for her and looking very nervous in the process. Uh-oh, she thought, this might be trouble! And I was so happy, she sighed.

“Hi, Mom, hi, Marie. Is there a problem? You both look kinda mad or something,” Oh God, she thought. Marie has told her about us and has made it all look like my fault. She nearly burst into tears, she felt so ashamed.

“Oh God no, honey!” exclaimed Shirley. “Not at all! In fact, well, Marie has told me about you and her and I think it’s wonderful, darling!”

“You do?” Tracy exclaimed, drawing in a deep breath and leaning against the counter for support, bringing a hand up to her mouth in shock.

Yes, sweetheart,” said Marie. “She does, but it gets a bit more complicated from here. You see, your mom and I, well, we became lovers today,” Marie lowered her head as she said this, waiting for a response. All she heard instead was silence.

Tracy was too shocked to speak. It was all too much to take in. Had she lost Marie to Mom? Then why did she think it was wonderful we had sex together? Her pain was immense, and Tracy’s confusion resulted in a flood of tears as she couldn’t put together all her feelings. She just didn’t know what to think. Just minutes ago her world was all colored rosy and bright, and suddenly everything had turned black.

“Oh baby! Please, baby, don’t cry!” Shirley wrapped her arms around her sobbing daughter and began kissing her hair and forehead. “Marie still loves you, baby, and I love you too. Oh so much, honey, please don’t cry,” she whispered frantically in her ear.

“Then what does all this mean? Please tell me!”

“Oh God, and we thought we had figured out the best way to tell you about our new relationship. I’m so sorry, honey. We just didn’t do this right,” Shirley sighed, feeling terribly guilty at the upset she had caused her daughter. She’d forgotten just how raw a thirteen year old girl’s emotions could be.

“This is what we wanted to tell you, honey,” spoke Marie, edging closer to Tracy’s still trembling form. “We want you to decide how this will work. If you want me and only me, then your mom and I will not stay together, and it’s you alone I’ll cherish. On the other hand…”

“Uh, on the other hand you can join us both, if you would like that,” Shirley said, mentally crossing all her fingers and toes.

“You mean, the three of us would, like, sleep together and have sex?” The clouds were breaking open for Tracy at last, and pure sunshine burst through. “Oh my God, is that right?”

“Yes, angel,” said her mom, hugging her closely. “What do you think of that?” Shirley nervously awaited Tracy’s response.

Tracy pulled herself away from her mom and moved her eyes back and forth between Marie and Shirley. “You mean I get you both? That is just so cool! Mom, I’ve wanted you forever and now I get you and Marie?”

“If you want us, then yes, sweetheart. I mean, we both love you so much.”

“And you were ready to give me up to Marie if I wanted? I can’t even begin to think about what that would mean for you. Of course I want you both!”

Marie and Shirley gave a huge sigh of relief. They thought for a moment that things had gone horribly wrong, but the big smile on Tracy’s teary face told them that all was more than well. Marie went over immediately to where Shirley was hugging Tracy and put her arms around them both.

“Oh, Tracy!” Marie cooed. “We didn’t mean to scare you. I’m so sorry, baby!” she said, rubbing Tracy’s back, a look of concern etched on her face. Shirley clamored to give her apology too, and they all started laughing.

They all looked at each other with a kind of ‘what now?’ look on their faces, when Shirley proposed they have dinner and then see if they couldn’t make Tracy’s day even more special after that. All three thrilled to what that probably meant.

Dinner was nevertheless a relaxing event, and they were all hungry, but there was certainly an air of sexual tension in the room. Shirley brought out some exquisite Napa Valley white wine and made a show of giving some to Tracy, who was developing a taste for it her mother didn’t yet know about from Marie’s offerings the past few months.

“To us,” Shirley toasted and all three had a sip, savoring the taste as the meal now started.

After dinner and the clean up, Shirley looked down at the two people she loved most in the world and hugged herself with pleasure. “Know what?” she announced to everyone’s surprise, including her own. “I’m taking a shower. Anyone want to join me?” She looked around expectantly.

Marie and Tracy looked at each other and smiles broke out on their faces. “Wow, mom. can I?” Tracy cried out.

“You bet, honey! Now go up to your room, get undressed, put on your robe, and join us. And you’re coming with me,” she said to Marie. “I’ve got an extra robe for you, so let’s go!”

All three were in a fever of excitement as they proceeded upstairs to change. Marie and Shirley finished undressing, but couldn’t resist a quick passionate kiss before they donned their terrycloth robes and headed for Shirley’s large walk-in shower. When they entered, Tracy was already there in her white fluffy bathrobe.

Shirley went over, turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature, then stood back and slipped off her robe, exposing her luscious body to the others. Tracy was almost dizzy with excitement as she took in the sight of her mother, naked before her. She practically drooled over her mother’s breasts, her nipples hard and pink, just slightly smaller than Marie’s. Travelling down her body with her eyes, she admired her mom’s trim shape, long legs and especially the neatly trimmed brown pussy fur between her legs.

Marie too stared again at Shirley, never tiring of the sight of her nude. Without hesitation she slipped off her robe and smiled at Tracy’s awestruck look. Tracy, still a bit shy, hesitated then just went for it, exposing her body to the enraptured stares of Marie and her mom. She felt her small nipples expanding and the juices flowing from her young, nearly hairless pussy.

“Oh, my! You are so gorgeous, darling!” Shirley gushed. She held out her arms and young Tracy ran to her.

Marie stood and watched in loving wonder as mother and daughter embraced tightly, Shirley’s large breasts pressing into Tracy’s budding chest as they began their first kiss. Marie was transfixed at sight of their mouths moving against each other, tongues obviously at work. They broke apart slowly, each looking the other in the eye when Shirley finally ordered everyone into the shower. Marie was grateful, because she was close to exploding with lust.

As the water hit them, they each savored the feel of the hot water streaming over their bodies. The shower had two nozzles spraying into the middle, allowing all three to enjoy the water equally. First they all gathered together for an intimate hug. After this Marie reached for the soap and asked Tracy if she could wash her. Tracy eagerly nodded yes as Marie began at her shoulders, then spent a lot longer than necessary on her soft little titties. She next did Tracy’s back, her hands running quickly down to her firm young ass cheeks. Then her right hand slipped around and began washing her small nearly bald pussy, fingers delving into her tight slit, then finding Tracy’s now throbbing clit.

Tracy thrilled at the feel of Marie’s touch and the slippery wetness of her body. She moaned in pleasure as Marie continued to masturbate her, while the water cascaded over them both. Tracy reached up and began fondling Marie’s big tits as she could feel herself getting close to coming.

Tracy looked over and saw her mother rubbing her own pussy in rapid little circles and squeezing one of her pendulous tits. The sight was too much for her, and she slipped over the edge into a massive orgasm. Marie held her tightly as waves of burning pleasure radiated from her throbbing clit to envelop her whole body. Tracy’s knees were trembling so badly that she was glad Marie was holding on to her.

As Tracy’s orgasm peaked and slowly faded, both her and Marie turned their attention to Shirley, still playing with herself and fast approaching her own orgasm. When it hit her, Marie thought it was the sexiest sight she’d ever seen. Shirley’s hips gyrated rapidly then arched out as her head was thrown back and a quiet scream tore from her wide open mouth. Her hand remained locked against her boiling cunt and the other now gently squeezing her own tit. As she slowly came down, she saw Tracy and Marie through half-closed eyes and enjoyed the wide open looks of pure lust she saw there, their eyes glazed over with passion.

As the hot shower water washed away her juices, Shirley leaned against the shower wall and caught her breath. “My God! Watching you two was so hot! But let’s dry off and get into my bed.”

Marie and Tracy couldn’t agree more. Marie had yet to come, although she was so close that she dared not even touch herself.

Stepping out of the shower, they all took delight in helping each other to dry off. Leaving their robes behind, they followed Shirley into her boudoir at last. Marie thought she might go mad with anticipation.

As they stood beside Shirley’s king size bed, she and Marie agreed to have Tracy lie between them. “A Tracy sandwich,” her mom giggled.

All three lay down atop Shirley’s light blue duvet, Tracy flat on her back in the middle with Shirley reposing on her side to Tracy’s right, Marie similarly installed on Tracy’s left. Marie immediately moved in to kiss Tracy’s puffy red lips, and soon their tongues were tangoing inside each other’s mouths as their jaws strained to open wider.

Shirley, in the meantime, visited each of her daughter’s delectable pink nipples with her mouth, her hand moving down to cup the girl’s moist pussy. As she did, she felt a shudder of pleasure shake through Tracy from her ministrations.

Marie broke their kiss to stare down at Tracy’s young face, mouth open, eyes tightly closed as Shirley continued sucking her daughter’s baby tits and fingering her.

Not to be left out, Marie fed young Tracy her long hard nipple, which she began to suck avidly, reaching a hand out to feel Marie up, squeezing and rubbing one of Marie’s big tits. Going almost mad with desire, Marie put Tracy’s thigh between her own and began to hump her, rubbing her clitoris rapidly against Tracy’s leg until very shortly she finally came in a deep shuddering orgasm. Her body went taut as a wire, then shook and vibrated with pleasure.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, she began to feel Tracy in the throes of her own delicious second orgasm of the day. Marie marveled at the intensity of her climax, especially in one so young. Then, as Marie watched, Shirley scooped her daughter into her arms as Tracy slowly came down from her mind-boggling climax.

Marie embraced Shirley with young Tracy between them, and all three rocked each other gently for many moments. Tracy was crying, not from grief this time, but from the intensity of the sexual desire and love she felt for both these wonderful older women.

“I love you both so much!” Tracy cried and broke free from their embrace and sat up. “That was the best experience of my life!”

“Oh, honey,” said Shirley. “There’s lots more to come. What would you like to do now?”

Tracy thought for a moment then broke into a smile. “What I’d really like is to watch you guys making out. That would really turn me on.”

“Not a problem, little one!. I can’t get enough sex with your mom. She’s amazing!” exclaimed Marie, hungrily eyeing Shirley for a response.

“Oh, come here baby and let me fuck your beautiful body. I’d love to have Tracy watch us,” is the reply Marie received from Shirley.

“God, I love it when you talk like that,” breathed Marie. Kneeling they kissed. mashing their big titties hard against each other, their tongues exploring the depths of each other’s mouths, their jaws yawning in open-mouthed pleasure. Slowly they sank to the bed and lay tightly entwined as Tracy watched eagerly, her small hand snaking its way between her own legs.

While maintaining their kiss, Shirley and Marie’s hands began to explore each other’s bodies. Both cupped and squeezed one another’s ass cheeks while Tracy continued to watch, her fingers now working slowly inside her small slit as the sight of these two beautiful and mature women writhed and stroked each other. Tracy saw one of Shirley’s hands come up to cup one of Marie’s large breasts. Marie moaned in pleasure at the contact.

“God, I love your big tits,” Shirley moaned, breaking their kiss as Marie moved in to suck on Shirley’s nipples. After sucking and biting them Marie’s mouth moved lower, reaching for that dripping wet nexus between Shirley’s legs. At last she was flat on her stomach, with Shirley’s lightly furred pussy before her eyes. Eagerly her mouth clamped gently over Shirley’s pussy as her tongue snaked out to explore her sopping slit.

Marie could taste Shirley clearly and happily lapped up her love juices, eventually finding her big protruding clit. As her tongue danced and twirled about Shirley’s throbbing clit, her hand made its way down to Shirley’s hole. Inserting two fingers, she began to fuck her in rapid little strokes, delighting in the moans she heard escaping from Shirley.

“Yes! Fuck me babe, fuck my hot cunt! Suck on my clit! Eat me out baby, make me come!” Shirley wailed as Tracy continued watching, her own fingers a blur around her young pussy.

Marie, even more excited by Shirley’s naughty expletives, brought her free hand down between her legs and began masturbating as she continued to shower all her oral and digital skills upon Shirley’s bucking and heaving cunt. All three were now nearing yet another climax, Tracy playing with herself and rubbing her little titties as she watched her mom and her new lover fuck.

“Oh my God! Oh my God! I’m coming!” wailed Shirley as Marie hung on for dear life, her mouth and fingers attempting to match Shirley’s bumping and grinding pussy as a huge orgasm washed through her. At the same time, Marie felt her own orgasm approaching and looked over at Tracy, who was clearly coming hard by her own hand. Then Marie too was consumed in an explosion of passion as her busy fingers worked away at herself.

All three came down slowly together and hugged each other, with Tracy thanking both women so much for letting her watch them having sex.

“I can’t believe this is happening!” Tracy exclaimed. “I’m in bed having sex with the two people I love most in the world. You’ve both made me so happy!”

Relieved that Tracy was in full acceptance of their sexual practices and partnership arrangements, Marie and Shirley moved to either side of Tracy and embraced her. Then they talked, planning out their future together, trying to work out some of the issues such a different kind of relationship entailed. In the end they all agreed to take it one day at a time and to extract as much love and pleasure as they could from it. And so they did.

The End

By Muffi

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

I don’t know how long Mommy was standing there. I had been in my room, lying on my bed and rubbing my coochie. I’d just had that really nice, warm and tingly feeling rush through me, and my eyes were closed. I had my legs spread open, and my hands were still down there, kinda rubbing up and down slowly. Then I remembered that I was supposed to go over to Mindy’s house and I had to get dressed. When I opened my eyes, Mommy was standing in the doorway, staring at me, with her mouth kinda hanging open.

If I wasn’t so embarrassed, I would have started laughing, she looked so surprised and shocked. I kinda screamed, and tried to cover myself with my hands, but there’s too much of me and not enough of my hands. So I just rolled over on my tummy and yelled at her.

“Mommy!! You coulda knocked before you just walked into my room! Can I get dressed, please?”

I was embarrassed at being caught playing with myself, and I could feel my face turning all hot as I blushed.

“Oh, uh… Yes, I’m so sorry, Jenny. I should have knocked first. I’m so sorry, Sweetie.”

As she softly closed my bedroom door, I was thinking that she sounded kinda funny. Not mad or upset or anything, just… different. I couldn’t figure out what it was.

Before I got dressed, I stopped and looked at myself in the mirror for a minute. I don’t really like how I look. I’m skinny, and I don’t have any boobies yet. My face is sorta pretty, I guess, but not as pretty as Mindy. But I love my hair. It’s long, almost down to the bottom of my butt, and it’s really thick. It’s dark, dark red – Mommy calls it auburn – and it’s wavy. When I put it up in pony tails, I look like Sailor Moon with red hair. I think that’s pretty cool.

Anyway, I got some clean underpants out of my drawer and put them on, then dressed in my jeans and a tee shirt. I put my sneakers on, and then I couldn’t avoid it anymore, I had to go downstairs and face Mommy. Was she gonna be mad at me? I felt ashamed and embarrassed all over again, and I didn’t want to see her. I wished I could just sneak out of the house and not have to talk to her. I knew she was gonna say something about what she saw me doing.

I don’t know why I was so scared and embarrassed. I know all about good touch and bad touch, and how I can tell anyone not to touch me there if they ever try to. At school though, they never said anything about not touching myself. I figure if it’s okay to tell other people not to touch me there, it must be okay for me to touch myself there, right? Still though, I was embarrassed about being caught at it.

I don’t remember when I started touching myself like that. It seems like I’ve been doing it forever. It feels so good when I do it, and sometimes, I get this really amazing feeling that starts in my coochie and just shoots out all over my body. It doesn’t happen every time, but when it does it’s so cool! My belly gets all warm and tingly inside and my whole body shakes and I can’t even breathe hardly, and it’s like nothing else I’ve ever felt. I can’t even tell you how good it feels.

Embarrassed again, I sighed, and started downstairs to face Mommy. I started blushing before I even reached the top of the stairs. How was I even gonna be able to look at her after what she saw me doing?

I went into the kitchen to get a soda, and Mommy was there getting things ready for supper. I couldn’t look at her, or talk to her, so I just got my can of soda and sat down at the table. She wasn’t saying anything to me at all; in fact, she looked embarrassed too, when I snuck a look at her. But she didn’t seem mad. She never gets mad at me, not really. I don’t know why I was scared she would be. I guess it’s cuz I thought I was doing something wrong that I had to hide from her. All of a sudden, my idea that since no one said anything about touching myself meant it was okay didn’t sound like such a good argument anymore.

Finally, looking at the floor, I just asked her. “Mommy? Are you mad at me?”

Mommy came over and sat down with me at the table.

“Of course I’m not mad at you, Jenny! Why on earth would I be mad at you?”

“Well… cuz…” I faltered, “Cuz of, you know… Cuz of what you saw me doing. I didn’t mean to be doing anything wrong, Mommy, honest!”

She was quiet for a minute, and then she said, “Oh, Jenny. Baby, you weren’t doing anything wrong, do you hear me? There is nothing wrong with you masturbating. That’s something that everyone does.”

Masturbating… I played with that word in my head for a minute, and then said, “Is that what I was doing? Mas… masturbating?”

Suddenly I was interested.

Mommy laughed quietly. “Yes, Baby. That’s the technical word for it. You were playing with yourself. Or getting yourself off. But yes, the proper word for it is masturbating. And there’s not a thing in the world that’s wrong with it. You weren’t hurting anyone, all you were doing was making yourself feel good. Like I said, it’s something that everyone does.”

She looked straight into my eyes for a minute, and then she said, “I guess I should have talked to you about these things a long time ago. You’re a very grown up girl for your age. In some ways I think you’re ten going on twenty. You being so embarrassed and ashamed today is mostly my fault for not explaining these things to you before.”

Suddenly I felt like I could fly! She wasn’t mad at me! And what I was doing wasn’t wrong! That must mean it was okay for me to do it whenever I wanted to!

“Does that mean it’s okay for me to do it whenever I want to, Mommy? I mean, I can just go do it any time?”

Mommy laughed again. “Yes, Baby, but remember, it’s just like anything else. You only get to play after you take care of business. That means school work and chores first, then you can go play. But yes, essentially, if you feel like masturbating, there’s nothing wrong with it.”

“Cool!” I grinned at her.

“And Jenny? I want you to remember some things, okay? First, masturbating isn’t something that you do publicly, it’s something that’s done in private, or only with someone you love and care very much about. Second, I promise that from now on, I’ll knock before I come in your room, okay? You’re old enough that you should be able to have some privacy there. It’s your room, after all. It’s not right for me to just barge in on you whenever I want to.”

Suddenly, I was focused on two things that she had said.

“How do you do it with someone else, Mommy? Do you mean that it’s like sex?”

I think that kinda surprised her, cuz she looked at me strangely for a minute.

“Well, in a way, yes, it is like sex,” she said. “When two people have sex, it’s properly called “making love.” And masturbating is sort of making love to yourself, really. And just what would you know about sex?”

“I know that boys don’t have vaginas, they have a penis, and when you have sex, the boy puts his penis inside your vagina. I think that’s kinda gross. I wouldn’t want a boy putting his wiener in my coochie!”

Mommy smiled. “Believe me, Baby, one day, you’ll change your mind about that.” She hesitated for a second. “Or not. One never knows, really.” She got a kinda far away look in her eyes for a minute, then she looked at me again. “But whether you do or not, always remember that it’s your body, and you are the one who gets to choose who you share it with.”

I just had to know. “Mommy, you said that it’s something everyone does, right? So, does that mean you do it, too?”

She blushed a little. “Well, first of all, young lady, that’s a very personal question. You don’t run around asking people if they masturbate, okay? But if you must know, yes, I masturbate.” In a whisper she said, “Too often, actually…”

I didn’t know what that meant, but I figured I better not ask her. I had one more question for her, anyway. “Mommy, why were you so embarrassed when you saw me today? You looked so shocked, and that’s why I thought maybe you were mad at me.”

“Honestly, Baby, that’s something I’d rather talk to you about later, after I’ve had time to think about it myself. Is that okay?”

I nodded, even though I wanted to know right then.

“Good. We can talk about it later on when you get home from Mindy’s, okay? We’ll talk over dinner. Now, you should scoot, or you’re not going to have any time to play before suppertime.”

She leaned forward, and kissed my forehead. “I love you, baby girl.”

I smiled at her. “I love you too, Mommy. I’ll see you later.”

“Supper is at six, Jenny, so be home in time to eat,” she yelled as I was running out the door.

“I will!”

I went to my best friend Mindy’s house, feeling better about what happened. But when I got there, I couldn’t stop thinking about talking to Mommy, and what she saw me doing. Mindy kept asking me if I was okay, and I finally told her that I didn’t feel good, and maybe I should just go home. Finally, I did tell her that I felt really sick, and I was gonna go back home. I didn’t tell her about what happened, I’d die if Mindy knew what Mommy caught me doing. Even though Mommy said that everyone does it, I still couldn’t picture Mindy doing something like that.

When I got there, Mommy was surprised to see me so early. I told her I wasn’t having much fun, and I just wanted to be home with her tonight. She smiled, and I helped her make supper. Pancakes! I’d forgotten that it was Friday, and it was pancake night. And that meant that Mommy didn’t have to work, and I didn’t have school for two days, and we could just spend the weekend together. For some reason, I felt really close to Mommy after we’d talked earlier.

So anyway, we ate our pancakes and bacon, and I ate so much I thought I was gonna explode. We were sitting at the table, and all of a sudden I burped. It the hugest burp ever, too, it went on and on, and it was so loud it echoed in the kitchen!

Mommy got this shocked look on her face, and yelled, “Jenny!!” and all I could do was start giggling. It was the burp, and Mommy’s face, it was just too funny, and I couldn’t help it, I got a case of the giggles so bad! Mommy was laughing, too, and when we finally started to quiet down, she said, “Little piggy!” and that just set us off again laughing.

We finally settled down, though, and I got up and cleared off the table. I rinsed off all the dishes and put them in the dishwasher, and then put away everything that needed to go in the refrigerator, and then wiped the table. That’s my chore every day. I do the dishes and clean up after supper.

All of a sudden I had a thought. I looked at Mommy, and grinned. “You did say after I take care of business, right Mommy? When my chores are done?”

I was kinda surprised at her reaction. At first she looked confused, and then she got it, and then she looked kinda… I don’t know, strange. Finally she took a deep breath, and smiled at me. “Yes, Baby, that’s what I said,” she answered. “But you don’t need to go announcing it, either. It’s something private, okay? But if you want to, yes, by all means, be my guest.”

I skipped out of the kitchen, my pony tails swinging back and forth, and ran up the stairs to my room. I closed the door, and rushed to take off all my clothes. I’ve played with my coochie with my clothes on, but for some reason, it’s not the same. I don’t know why, but it feels so much nicer when I’m naked.

A little while later, when I came back downstairs, Mommy was on the couch watching television. She just smiled at me, and kept watching her show. I was frustrated, cuz when I was playing with myself, I couldn’t get that really awesome feeling that I like so much. I mean, it felt good. It always feels good when I rub my coochie. But I couldn’t get that feeling that leaves me all limp and tingly and warm inside.

I decided to take my mind off it and push her to tell me why she was so embarrassed when she caught me earlier that day. Usually when she says, “Later,” it means sometime in the next couple of weeks, but I figured it was later now than when we talked earlier, so I could at least try to get her to tell me.

“Mommy?”

“Hmm?” She was still watching her show.

“Can we talk now?” I asked. “You said earlier that you’d explain why you got embarrassed when you saw me playing with my coochie today. Will you tell me why?”

All of a sudden she looked nervous or something. She bit her bottom lip, and her hands kinda twisted together, and she looked down at her lap. “Baby, I don’t know if you’re quite ready for me to tell you about that yet.”

That just made me mad.

“But Mommy, you said that me being embarrassed about you seeing me was mostly your fault for not talking to me about that stuff. About sex stuff. And I don’t get why you were embarrassed, that’s all. I mean, you’re a girl and I’m a girl, so it’s not like you don’t know what I look like naked. And you even said that you do it too, and that I shouldn’t be embarrassed about doing it. So why were you embarrassed about seeing me? And besides, you always tell me that we should talk more, and now you won’t talk to me. It’s not fair!”

I put a pout on my face and glared at her.

She just sat there for a minute, staring at me with a really funny look on her face. Then she took a deep breath, and it sounded kinda shaky. She asked me if I wanted to go get myself some iced tea, cuz this might take a while. So I got up and went to the kitchen and poured a glass of tea. Mommy came in, too, and she opened the cupboard and took out her bottle of whiskey that she hardly ever drinks, and poured some into a glass for herself with some ice. I went back in the living room, and she followed me a minute later with her drink and her old pack of cigarettes – she hardly ever smokes, either, only when she’s really upset, mostly. Now I was getting nervous.

Mommy put her drink on a coaster on the coffee table, and pulled a cigarette from the pack she had and lit it. I don’t like cigarettes, they stink, but I decided to not say anything tonight. She took another sip of her drink, and then she looked at me for a second, and then looked back down in her lap again, like she couldn’t look me in the eye or something.

“Baby, I was more ashamed today than I was embarrassed,” she said. “I was ashamed of myself.”

I didn’t get that at all. “Ashamed? What were you ashamed of?”

She took another deep breath. “I was ashamed because of the things I was thinking and feeling, Baby.”

Now I was even more confused. “Mommy, I don’t understand. Why would you be ashamed? What were you thinking?”

“God,” she said, “How do I explain this to you? I’m afraid you’re going to hate me, Baby, and I couldn’t stand it if that happened.”

“Hate you? Mommy, I couldn’t hate you! I mean, I get mad at you when you don’t let me get my way sometimes, but I don’t hate you. I could never hate you!.”

“Okay, Baby. Let me go back a while here for you,” she said. “I just need you to listen to me for a little while, okay? Will you do that, and wait until I finish before you say anything?”

I nodded. “Okay.”

“You know that your father left me when you were just a baby. And for whatever reason, he’s decided that he doesn’t want anything to do with either one of us. Me, I understand, but I don’t understand why he hasn’t ever tried to see you. But as far as I know, you’re okay with that, at least right now.”

“You also know that I haven’t had very many boyfriends since then. Yes, I date sometimes, but not often, and I don’t want a man in my life again, at least, not for now. And maybe never, I don’t know.”

She took another deep breath. “But there’s some things that you don’t know, too.”

“You know those times when I say it’s going to be a “girl’s night out,” and there will just be a bunch of girls going out to have some fun? Well, it’s a girl’s night out, but it’s not a party. When I do that, I’m going out on a date with another girl. See, that’s why your father left me. He couldn’t accept the fact that I like men and women just as much, and in the same way.”

She didn’t say anything for a few seconds, and when I started to open my mouth, she held up her hand for me to stop.

“Let me finish, Baby. Today, when I walked into your room, you were lying on your bed with your hands between your legs. Your eyes were closed, and you had this look of pure, innocent bliss and joy on your face. You looked so beautiful it almost broke my heart watching you. I… I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I must have stood there for five minutes just watching you. I hated myself, but I stood there, watching you, and when you started to come…”

Come? I stuck that away to ask about later…

“Oh, Baby… All I wanted to do was to climb into bed with you and make love to you. I had to force myself to keep my hands out from between my legs. Seeing you like that… It excited me so much… I was ashamed of myself, and I’m still ashamed, because you’re a little girl. You’re ten years old, and I shouldn’t be thinking about you like that. I’m even more ashamed because you’re my daughter – you’re my little girl – and all I was thinking about was the fact that I wanted nothing more than to crawl up on your bed and touch you, kiss you, stroke you, and be the one to make you feel what you were feeling.”

Mommy took another deep breath. Finally, she looked up into my eyes. “I’m finished now, Jenny,” she said. “If you don’t want to talk to me about this anymore, it’s okay. And I promise, I’ll never let this happen again. I’ll never allow myself to think of you like that ever again.”

I didn’t know what to say, but I didn’t want Mommy to know that, so I decided to talk about a couple of other parts first. “Mommy? You said something about when I started to come. What does that mean?”

Mommy looked surprised. “Uhm, coming, you know? When you had an orgasm.”

I didn’t know that word, either. “Orgasm? What’s that?”

“Oh, Baby, I really have left you to fend for yourself here, haven’t I? An orgasm is… It’s… You know that feeling you get at the very end, when your whole body just goes stiff and tense, and it feels so very, very good? That feeling is called an orgasm. Or, some people call it ‘coming.’ There’s a few terms for it, actually.”

I kind of played with that word for a minute in my head, too… Orgasm… I decided I liked it, and it was nice to have a word now for something that felt so good.

I sat there for a minute, and then I looked at her again. She was smoking another cigarette, and taking a sip from her drink. “Mommy, does that mean you’re gay? I mean, cuz you like girls that way, too?”

“No, Baby. Actually, the correct term is “bisexual.” That means that I like men and women both that way.”

I was kinda scared to ask this next part, but I had to. “Mommy, they tell us at school all the time that adults who like kids that way are child molesters. Someone called them pedo… Pedo-something. And they said that they’re bad people who want to hurt kids. So, you thinking like that about me, does that mean you’re a child molester?”

“The word you’re looking for is pedophile, Baby. Honestly, I’ve never given it a thought before today. And it’s something that I have to do a lot more thinking about before I figure it out. But I can promise you this: I’m not a child molester. A child molester is someone who forces a kid to do something against their will. I could never do that. I’ve never even had sexual thoughts about kids before today. You’re the first. That’s what I’m so ashamed of. But one thing that I do know, Jenny, beyond any doubt. I love you with all my heart and all my soul. I would die for you, Baby, without a second thought. And I would never, ever do anything to hurt you in any way. I’ve tried to teach to you be honest all the time, and that’s why I decided that I needed to tell you what I felt today, and what I was thinking. I’ll always be honest with you, and I hope you know that you can do the same with me.”

I sat and thought for a minute. And I kept coming to the same idea. “Mommy, does mean that you like me? I mean, do you like me like me? Like, do you like me like you’d like a boyfriend or a girlfriend?” Even when I was saying it, it sounded stupid, but I couldn’t figure out how to ask her.

She laughed, and I smiled at her. I was glad she was little less nervous now. “Wow, Baby. That’s a lot of liking going on in that sentence.”

I felt myself blush.

“Aw, don’t be embarrassed, Sweetie. I’m just picking on you. I guess the most honest answer to that question is that I would like to like you like I would like a girlfriend.” She grinned. “Oh, God, now I’m doing it, too. But it would be completely wrong for so many reasons, Baby. You’re a little girl, and I could get in so much trouble if anyone thought that we were like girlfriends. And you’re my daughter, and parents just shouldn’t think about that kind of relationship with their children.”

“Mommy, I am not a child. I’m ten years old. And you said it yourself earlier: Sometimes you think I’m ten going on twenty. So please stop acting like I’m a little girl who can’t hear this, okay?”

I could see her trying not to laugh, but I didn’t get mad about it.

“I’m going to go take a shower and get my pajamas on and get ready for bed, okay? I’ll be down in a minute.”

The truth was I had a lot to think about, and I wanted to just kinda figure out how I felt about it all. Actually, I felt kinda good knowing that Mommy liked me that way, although I wasn’t sure why.

I stood up and went to give her a hug before I went upstairs. While I had my arms around her neck, I whispered in her ear. “I still love you, Mommy. Nothing you say could ever make me hate you.”

When I started up the stairs, I looked back at her, and she had tears on her face. I don’t know why, but I don’t think she was sad. I think she was happy.

I hurried through my shower, washed my hair, and brushed my teeth, even though I knew I’d probably have to brush them again. I was pretty sure I’d still be up for a while, and I’d want something to eat. I kept thinking about that last part Mommy had told me,, about how she’d like to like me like a girlfriend. For some reason, that made me feel kinda funny inside, and made my coochie get that warm, tingly feeling. I kept having little daydreams, like little pictures in my head, doing things that people do when they’re in love. I felt a shiver run through my body.

In a way I felt kinda weird. Lots of the kids at school made fun of people they called “dykes” or “fags.” I never did that, and I didn’t get it, either. I didn’t see what was wrong with liking someone who was the same sex you are. But now that it was me, I mean, now that another girl wanted to like me like that, even though it was Mommy, it felt kinda weird but really nice, all at the same time. I don’t know why, but I really liked the idea. I wondered if that meant that I was gay? And then I decided that it if did mean that, I didn’t care, cuz it was the nicest feeling I’d ever had.

I finished cleaning up the bathroom, and got my pajamas on. When I got downstairs, Mommy had changed into her pajamas, too, and she was sitting on the couch watching television. She still had her drink, but it was the same one, and she had put her cigarettes away. I figured that meant she had calmed down a little bit, and she wasn’t so nervous now.

I handed her my brush that I’d brought with me and grinned at her, and then sat down on the floor in front of her with my back against the couch. I told you my hair is really long, and it feels so nice to have someone else brush it for me, especially right after I wash it. I heard Mommy sigh, not a mad sigh, but kind of a happy little sigh, and then she scooped up all my hair with her hand and laid it in her lap, and started to brush it for me. It felt so nice to be sitting there, close to her, while she brushed my hair. When she got near the top, close to my head, I could feel her fingers touch my neck now and then, and it made me kind of shiver inside each time.

When she finished, I gathered up all my hair and pulled it forward over my shoulder so it was hanging down in front of me on one side, then I laid my head against her knee and just sat there with her. I felt her fingers kind of stroking the side of my head now and then. It was really nice. I felt so close to her right then, and I didn’t want it to end. I wanted to feel close to her like that all the time. I put my arms around her lower leg, and just sat there, hugging her leg lightly, with my head resting just above her knee. I closed my eyes.

“Mommy?” I heard myself say. “Just so you know, it’s okay. I mean, what you told me about what you were thinking and feeling today. I don’t mind it. I mean, I like that you thought that and felt that way about me. It makes me feel good. And it’s not like you’d ever do anything to hurt me, I know that. So don’t worry, okay?”

I heard her take a deep breath. She didn’t say anything for a minute. When she did, she sounded almost sad. “Oh, Baby. Where did you get so much wisdom at such a young age?”

I didn’t say anything. I just stayed there, enjoying being close to Mommy like this. I had all these thoughts and pictures kinda flashing through my head, and I started to get really curious.

“Mommy?”

“Yes, Baby?”

Her fingers were still kinda absently stroking my hair. A couple of times, they brushed the side of my neck, and for some reason, that sent this really nice, shivery kinda feeling through me.

“What’s it like?” I asked her.

“What’s what like, Baby?”

“What’s it like doing it with another girl? I mean, is it different than with a boy?”

Her fingers stopped moving for a minute, and then she started stroking my hair again. I felt her take a deep breath. “Uhm, well, yes, it is different. It’s… I don’t know, nicer, I think. Girls are gentler, and they’re softer than guys.” She kinda giggled. “And girls are prettier, too.”

I didn’t move, I just stayed right where I was, cuz I didn’t want her to stop touching my hair and my neck.

“But, how do you do it with a girl? I mean, I know how you do it with a guy. Well, I understand how to do it, anyway, even if it is pretty gross. But girls don’t have a wiener, so I mean, how can you do it?”

“Well, there’s lots of ways. Girls can touch each other the same way you touch yourself when you masturbate. They can use their mouths and tongues on each other. And they can use toys.”

I was shocked! Girls use their mouths? And I didn’t understand what she meant by using toys, either.

“Mommy, that’s disgusting! They use their mouths on each other? You mean, you put your mouth on a girl’s coochie?”

Mommy laughed quietly. “Yes, Baby, that’s exactly what they do. But believe me, it’s not in the least bit disgusting. It’s very nice, and it feels very, very good.”

She was still stroking the side of my head, touching my hair and my neck and giving me that shivery feeling. But now her hand was shaking a little bit, and I heard her sigh really deep. I got up off the floor, even though I didn’t want it to stop, and sat next to her on the couch. She was sitting at one end of the couch, and I turned so my back was to her, then I lay down with my head in her lap, the back of my neck resting on her thigh. I felt one hand come around the top of my head, and she started touching my hair again, stroking it lightly. I sighed.

“Mommy, what did you mean that girls use toys? What toys do you use?” I was mystified, trying to picture some way that you could use a Barbie to touch your coochie.

“Well, have you ever touched yourself with anything besides your hand, Baby?” I shook my head, still confused. “No? Well, you can use things to touch yourself, you know. You can lay on your tummy and have a pillow or a stuffed animal between your legs and rub up against it. Also, you can buy special toys that are made to help with having sex.”

I felt her take another one of those shaky breaths, and I noticed that her hand was still kinda shaking, too.

I just lay there, kinda trying to digest this. I was starting to feel kinda tingly between my legs, and I had a familiar flutter in my tummy. Mommy’s hand touching my hair felt so nice, and I closed my eyes, just enjoying her touch.

“Mommy, do you have any of those special toys?”

“Uhm, yes, Baby, I have a few of them.”

She sounded funny, so I opened my eyes and looked up. Mommy was blushing! She looked so pretty, but I thought it was kind of funny, too. I closed my eyes again so she wouldn’t see me staring.

“Will you show them to me, Mommy? Please?”

“Jenny, I don’t think that’s a good idea. I… I just don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Please, Mommy? I just want to see them. Please, please, please, please, please?” Now that I’d heard about this, I was so curious. I couldn’t imagine what a toy for having sex would even look like.

“Jennifer Leigh, no. That’s not a good place for me to go with you right now.” Mommy’s voice got very quiet. “Not until I sort all of this out in my head.”

When Mommy calls me “Jennifer Leigh,” I know to stop pushing her. So I didn’t say anything else, I just laid there for a minute. Then I reached up and touched her hand, the one that was stroking my hair. I heard her suck in a deep breath and I could feel that her hand was shaking.

It was still early, only about 9:00 o’clock, and since it was Friday, I could stay up as late as I wanted to. Mommy lets me stay up late on Friday, even until I fall asleep in the living room if I want. So I knew I could lay like this with her all night if I wanted to. And I wanted to.

There were so many things whirling around in my head. All the things that we had talked about were kinda making me feel dizzy inside. But I kept coming back to the idea that Mommy wanted to like me “that” way, like a girlfriend. I kept thinking about that, about having a girlfriend, then about what it would be like to have Mommy be my girlfriend. The idea made that tingly, warm fluttery feeling come back in my coochie and my belly. I could feel it, and I could also feel myself getting kinda damp between my legs. That usually only happened when I was playing with my coochie, never from just thinking about something. I pulled my legs up so my feet were close to my butt, and then I couldn’t help it, I kinda squirmed my butt down into the cushion. I wanted to touch myself, but I knew if I did, Mommy would make me go to my room to do it. I didn’t want to go to my room, I wanted to stay here with her.

The more I thought about the idea of being Mommy’s girlfriend, the more I liked it, and the more I could feel that tingle. I kept thinking about it, and finally, I looked up at Mommy. She was still stroking my hair, but she wasn’t looking at me. She was kinda looking off at nothing, like she was lost in her own thoughts.

My Mommy is so pretty. Her hair is kinda like mine – it’s red, too, but it’s more the orange kinda red than mine is. And it’s really long, too, but not as long as mine. Mine comes down to my butt, but hers only comes down to her waist. She was wearing her pajamas, but I could still see her boobies under her top. Her boobies aren’t really huge, but they’re really round, and I could see her nipples kinda poking through her pajamas. Her waist is really small, and her hips come out in really nice curves. And she has a bubble butt, although I couldn’t see that, cuz she was sitting on it. It had been like forever since I saw her with no clothes on, but all of a sudden, I wanted more than anything to see her naked. I don’t why, I just did, but I knew I shouldn’t ask her. I couldn’t figure out how to ask her, really.

Compared to Mommy, I look like a boy, even though I have really, really long hair. I don’t have any boobies, and my hips just go straight down from my waist to my legs. I guess my butt is okay, but it’s kinda small. It’s not nice and round like Mommy’s is. All of a sudden I felt embarrassed again that Mommy had been watching me, cuz I know I don’t have a pretty body. How could she want to like me like a girlfriend when I’m built like a boy?

I rolled over on my side, so I was facing Mommy’s stomach, and kinda curled up. All of a sudden I realized that my face was just a few inches away from her coochie. I froze for a minute, afraid she was gonna make me move or something. But she didn’t, she just kept stroking my hair, so I relaxed. Even though I couldn’t see anything cuz she had her pajamas on, I laid there staring at her coochie, and that tingle in my tummy kept getting stronger. I kinda sighed, and when I did, I caught a smell. Not a bad smell, it was nice, but I wasn’t sure what it was. It was almost like an animal smell, but nice. It took me a minute to figure out that it was coming from Mommy, and then I figured out that it was coming from between her legs.

Oh my God! It was her coochie I could smell! It smelled kinda like mine, but it was stronger. I’ve smelled my own on my fingers after I play with myself, but it was always just a faint smell. This was strong, and it made me feel kinda dizzy when I took a deep breath. I liked it – I felt a sharp little feeling stab through my coochie and into my belly, and I shivered all over one time. I tried to make myself relax, cuz I didn’t want Mommy to make me move. I wanted to lay here and breathe in the way she smelled all night long.

The more I thought about it, the more I knew I had to try and convince Mommy to let me be her girlfriend. I mean, she loves me, right? And I love her. And I already knew that you should make love the most important thing when you have sex with someone. I knew Mommy was never gonna leave me, and I knew I wasn’t gonna leave her, either. I knew we’d be together always. Besides, she had told me earlier that I’m the one who gets to choose who I share my body with. And I wanted to share it with Mommy.

Then I had a moment of doubt. “Lesbian” is a dirty word at school. I wondered if wanting to share my body with Mommy made me a lesbian.

“Mommy? If I want to share my body with another girl, does that make me a lesbian?”

“Well, that depends, Baby. If you only ever want to have sex with other girls, then yes, I guess that would make you a lesbian. If you decide you want sex with boys or girls, then that would make you bisexual, like me. But you know what? It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter who you choose to share yourself with. If it turns out that you’re a lesbian, you’re also still Jenny. Being a lesbian would only be a small part of who you are as a person.”

Satisfied, I snuggled down and relaxed, and kinda snuck my face a little closer to her coochie, so I could keep breathing in the way she smelled.

I kept thinking about the idea of Mommy being my girlfriend, and me being hers. The more I thought about it, the warmer I felt inside, and the more I felt that tingle in my coochie. My tummy was doing little flip-flops. Finally I couldn’t stand it anymore, I had to talk to her about it. I sat up and turned around, and sat next to her, right up against her side, and I pulled her arm around me. Her hand was hanging down in front of me now, and I took it in both my hands and held it while I snuggled up against her side. She was so soft and warm, and I didn’t ever want to let her stop holding me.

“Mommy?”

I was scared, really scared, but I had to ask her. I had to talk to her about it or I was gonna go crazy.

“Do you remember earlier when we were talking, and you said that what was bothering you was that you think you want to like me like your girlfriend?”

She sighed. “Yes, Baby, I remember.”

“Well, why can’t we be like that? I mean, what’s so wrong if we want to be each other’s girlfriends? We love each other, right? So what’s so wrong about us being girlfriends that way?”

“Well, we are girlfriends, Baby. We’re the best friends in the world.”

I pretended to get mad. “Mommy! I asked you not to treat me like a child! You know what I mean. Why can’t we be like real girlfriends? Like, kiss each other, and hold hands and just be together, and have… I mean, make love? What’s so wrong about that?”

She pulled her hand out from mine, and held it against the side of my head, stroking my hair again. I shivered, it felt so nice when she touched me like that. “Baby…”

I heard the clink of the ice in her glass when she took another sip of her drink, and I heard her digging into her purse for her cigarettes again. Three cigarettes in one night was a lot for Mommy to smoke. But I still didn’t say anything about it. I felt her take a deep breath as she slid her arm around me again, and held me up close to her side. I could feel her booby against the top of my arm. It felt so nice, soft and warm, and I started wanting to touch it with my hands. I didn’t though. I just sat there waiting for her to start talking again.

“Jenny, it would be wrong because I’m your mother, and you’re my daughter. If we had that kind of relationship, it would be what’s called “incest,” and it’s a crime. It’s even more of a crime because you’re only ten years old, and I’m not trying to treat you like a child. That’s just the law. The law says that you aren’t old enough to make the decision to have sex with a grown up yet. If anyone were to ever find out, Mommy could go to prison for a very long time. And I don’t think I could stand to be away from you for that long, Baby.”

I thought about this for a minute. “Okay, but if it wasn’t against the law, would you want to? I mean, do you like me the way you’d like a girlfriend, but you can’t do anything cuz it’s against the law?”

Mommy sighed again. “Baby… If it was legal, I can’t think of any girl in the world that I’d rather have for my girlfriend. You are such a beautiful, sexy little girl. And if I could, I would be proud to call you my girlfriend.”

I felt another shiver run through my body. Mommy does like me that way!! She’d like me to be her girlfriend, and she’d like to be mine! My whole body felt warm, and I knew I was probably blushing, but I didn’t care. It wasn’t cuz I was embarrassed, it was cuz I felt so happy.

I was still holding her hand in both of mine, in front of my chest, and she leaned down and kissed the top of my head three times.

“I think the law is just stupid, Mommy,” I said. “You said it yourself. I’m the one who gets to choose who I share my body with. And it’s not like you’re trying to make me do something I don’t want to do. I want to do it. I want to share my body with you, not anyone else. It’s just stupid, and it’s not fair.” I was pouting, and I knew it, but I didn’t care.

Mommy sighed, and moved her hand up to stroke my hair again, pulling my head against her booby. “I guess maybe it is stupid, Baby. But it’s still the law.”

She didn’t say anything for a minute, and I could feel her breathing lifting my head slowly up and down. “I love you so very much, Baby. Just always remember that, okay?”

Neither one of us said anything for a few minutes. It was driving me crazy cuz it just wasn’t fair! Finally, I moved again. I got up on my knees, and I moved so that I could put my forehead against hers. We do that sometimes. We put our foreheads together, and then the tips of our noses just barely touch, and we stare at each other’s eyes until one of us starts to giggle. I’m usually the one who giggles first. This time, though, I just stared into her eyes for a minute, and then I kissed her.

It wasn’t like a little pecking kinda kiss, either. I tried to make it a romantic kiss, but I don’t think I was doing very good, cuz, well, I’ve never kissed anyone that way before. I just pressed my lips to hers, really softly, and then I closed my eyes. I felt her take a really fast, deep breath, and I felt her body go tense for a minute, and then she kinda relaxed. I took that to mean it was okay, so I brought my hand up and touched the side of her face, like I’ve seen people do in movies.

I got a surprise when I felt the tip of her tongue touch my lips. I’d forgotten that people kiss with their mouths open sometimes. I always thought that was kinda gross, but now, feeling Mommy’s tongue on my lips, I was surprised at how nice it was. I sighed, and I felt myself shiver.

Suddenly, Mommy pulled away from me. I could see she was breathing fast, and her mouth was open. She looked at me for a second, and then she stroked the side of my face. “Baby, we can’t. I know you want to, and God knows I want it, too. But we can’t. We can’t take the risk, Baby.”

I sat back so my butt was on my heels. “Mommy, I am not stupid. I would never tell anyone, not even Mindy. No one would ever know. When we go places, no one would think it’s weird cuz you’re holding my hand. You’re my Mommy, why would they think anything? And when we’re home, then we can act the way we want to.” I knew I sounded whiny, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted this so much.

“Baby…”

I cut her off. “Mommy, I love you, don’t you see? I want to be your girlfriend, and I want you to be my girlfriend. When we go to the movies, I want it to be a date. We can hold hands there, and only we hafta know what it really means. I want us to be able to come home after a date like that and go upstairs and have… Go upstairs and make love with each other. I want us to sleep in the same bed. Please, Mommy. Won’t you please be my girlfriend?”

She sat and stared at me for a long, long time. I could see that she was thinking really hard, trying to decide what she should do. Finally she opened her mouth, and spoke really softly. “Baby, are you sure about this? Are you sure you know what you’re asking me for?”

“Yes.” I nodded. “I know what I’m asking for, Mommy. I think I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I want us…” It felt weird, but it felt so right, too, to say it. “I want us to be lovers, Mommy.”

She stared at me for another few seconds, and then all of a sudden, she was kissing me on the mouth, gently, with her lips open a little bit. I could feel her tongue again, and this time I opened my mouth, cuz I figured that’s what I was supposed to do. Right away, I felt Mommy’s tongue slip into my mouth, exploring and licking my teeth, touching my tongue. I pushed my own tongue forward, into her mouth, and I felt her close her lips around it, sucking on it. I drew a sharp breath in through my nose when I felt a shock stab through my coochie and into my tummy, then even further. My whole body was tingling now.

Mommy broke the kiss. We were both breathing really hard now, and she stared into my eyes for a minute, and then she smiled kinda nervously. “Well, then,” she said, “let’s do this properly, shall we?”

Mommy got up from the couch, and moved in front of me, then knelt down so she was right in front of my knees. She took both of my hands, and held them between her hands while she stared straight into my eyes. “Jennifer Leigh Barnes, you know how very much I love you. You know how happy you make me, and how very exciting I think you are. So… Jenny, will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?”

My breath was coming so fast. It was for real!! I threw my arms around Mommy’s neck and hugged her so tight I thought I might break her, but she just wrapped her arms around me and held me. I buried my face against her neck. “Oh, yes, Mommy. Of course I will. I love you so much!”

Mommy kinda backed up a little and looked in my eyes again. “Tomorrow, we’ll go and get ourselves matching rings, so it’ll be really official, okay? Would you like that?”

I gasped. “You mean like wedding rings?”

“Mmm, sort of, Baby. Not actually wedding rings, but it’s the same idea, yes. Even though no one else will know what they mean, you and I will know. They’ll be a sign that we love each other and belong to each other.”

She put her hands on each side of my face then, and she got a very serious look. She stood up, and pulled me to my feet, then she reached down and scooped me up so she was carrying me with one arm under my thighs, the other around my waist. I wrapped my arms around her neck, and snuggled into her shoulder as she started to carry me upstairs. Suddenly, it sank in – she was taking me to her bed. Mommy – my girlfriend – was going to take me to bed and make love with me. I shivered, and I felt myself get really damp between my legs.

I was happy and warm and all tingly and scared and nervous, all at the same time. I didn’t know what to expect, what was gonna happen, but I knew I wanted it. I just let her carry me upstairs with my head on her shoulder, and a couple of times, I kissed the side of her neck. She squeezed me tighter when I did that, and made a little gasping sound. I could feel her heartbeat, pounding fast against my chest.

We went into Mommy’s room, and she turned the lights on, then used the dimmer switch to turn them down low, so the room was kinda dim, but still light enough to see everything. She sat down on the edge of her bed, and settled me into her lap, and then she lifted my head from her shoulder and stared into my eyes for a minute. “Baby, are you absolutely sure this is what you want?”

Her hand came up, and she stroked the side of my face. “You’re really, really sure you want this?”

I couldn’t talk. It was like my breath was stuck in my throat, and I couldn’t get any words out. So I just looked at her for a minute, and then I nodded. Then I leaned close to her, and I kissed her again, but this time, I kept my eyes open. She kept hers open, too, then I opened my mouth up and slid my tongue into her mouth as far as I could reach. It slid over and across hers, and her mouth tasted so nice, kinda like a mixture of tobacco, whiskey, and her warm breath. I put my arms around her neck and pulled her closer, cuz I didn’t want to stop, I didn’t want the kiss to ever end. I think it was right then that I knew I was in love with Mommy. That she was my girlfriend, for real, and I was in love with her.

Finally she broke away from me. We were both still staring at each other, and we were both breathing really hard, like we’d been running for a long time. I must have looked nervous or something, cuz she started to talk to me again.

“Baby, if anything that happens makes you feel uncomfortable, if you want me to stop at any time, you just tell me, okay? This might be kind of overwhelming for you, because it’s your first time. So, if you want me to stop, you just tell me, and I’ll stop. This isn’t just about sex. It’s about loving you, and showing you that I love you, and making you feel as loved and as good as I can make you feel, okay?”

She looked so worried about me, so scared that she might make me uncomfortable, I just couldn’t help it. I had to try to make her relax. I remembered a line from a song that she really likes. “Mommy,” I whispered, grinning, “shut up and kiss me.”

This big smile broke across her face, and she grabbed me under my arms and threw me across her bed. Then she jumped up and put her knees on each side of me and started to tickle my ribs. “Little imp! You want to be that way with me, do you? Tell me to shut up, will you?”

She kept tickling me for another minute, then she stopped, and leaned down, her face close to mine. I watched her eyes close slowly as she whispered, “I love you, my little girlfriend,” and then she was kissing me again, and my whole body got all hot and tingly. I squirmed my hips down against the bed. My coochie felt like there were weird electric shocks going through it, and I could feel my pajamas getting wet there.

When she lifted her face again, I looked up at her. She looked so beautiful. Her face was kinda flushed, like she was blushing, but I knew it wasn’t a blush. Her body was feeling the same way mine was. “Mommy, show me how. Show me how to make love.”

Mommy helped me move so we were both kneeling in front of each other. She reached up and fiddled with my hair for a minute, first one side, then the other, then she ran her fingers through my hair. I felt her fingertips brush my cheeks, and then she leaned close to me again and kissed me, softly this time. She had her hands on my cheeks, lightly, and I shivered. I felt that warm tingle all over again, and I also felt a rush of love for Mommy. For my girlfriend.

I closed my eyes and felt her start to kiss my face. Her lips touched my cheeks, the tip of my nose, my eyelids, my eyebrows… She was kissing me all over my face, and I was shivering each time I felt her lips touch a new place. I felt her lips touch my ear, and then the tip of her tongue, and I sucked in a deep breath cuz it sent a shock straight through my body. She had one hand on the back of my neck, and the other around my waist and pressed flat against my back. I felt her lips brush the side of my neck, and when she closed them over my skin and sucked gently, my hands flew to the back of her head, pulling her tight to my neck. My head fell back and I shivered again, and I moaned softly. I couldn’t help it, it felt so nice.

I felt her lips bush softly over my skin, moving lower on my neck, to my shoulder. Her hands moved again, and I felt her start to unbutton my pajama top. When all the buttons were unfastened, her hands slid up my front until her fingertips were brushing lightly over my nipples. I felt myself blush – I don’t have any boobies, and I got embarrassed about that – but at the same time, Mommy’s fingers rubbing and pinching my nipples felt so good. I felt little jolts rush through my body as she played with them, and I moaned again, sucking air into my lungs hard and fast when she pinched a little harder.

I leaned back, and Mommy put one hand on my back again, helping to hold me up. My pajama top opened up more, and she bent her head and brought her mouth to one of my nipples. I felt her tongue on it, flicking it really fast, and I tangled my fingers in her hair and pulled her tight to my chest. It felt so good! She moved her head and did the same thing to my other nipple. I felt them getting hard and sensitive; each time she touched them or sucked them, or did anything to one of them my body trembled a little. I wasn’t sure what was happening to me, but I liked it. I could feel my pajama bottoms getting wet between my legs – my coochie was getting wetter than it had ever been when I touched myself, and Mommy hadn’t even touched me there.

Mommy took a deep breath, and lifted her head. She looked into my eyes for a second, and then she straightened up. Never taking her eyes off mine, she started to unbutton her pajama top. When all the buttons were undone, she reached out and slid my top back and down off my shoulders. I let it fall on the bed, and then Mommy reached up and slid hers off, too. I stared at her boobies – I couldn’t help it, they were so beautiful. Her nipples were bigger than mine, and a little darker, and I could see them standing up straight. I started to reach out to touch them with both hands, and then stopped. I didn’t know if I was supposed to or not. I didn’t say anything, I just looked at Mommy for a second, asking her with my eyes if I could touch them. She smiled at me, and nodded her head.

“Oh, yes, Baby,” she said, “please touch them. I want you to.”

“They’re so pretty, Mommy,” I sighed. “I wish I had boobies like yours.”

“Yours will grow, Baby,” she said, “and besides, you don’t need them to be beautiful. I think you’re perfect just the way you are right now.” Mommy reached out and started to touch my nipples again, making me shiver all over.

I ran my hands over Mommy’s boobies, kinda petting them with my fingers, and then I tried to copy what she was doing to my nipples. I rubbed my thumbs over her nipples, watching how they got even harder, then I pinched them lightly. I heard her moan softly.

“Oh, my pretty Baby,” she said, “that feels so nice.”

She leaned close to me again and kissed me, really lightly. I felt her hands slide up to my shoulders, and she then she was gently pushing me backwards, still kissing me lightly, until I was lying on my back and she was on her hands and knees above me. My whole body felt all warm and tingly, and when she pulled away and looked in my eyes, I saw so much love there. It was almost like she was reading my mind.

“I love you so very much, Baby,” she whispered. “I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you, you know.”

I smiled at Mommy as she raised herself up so she was kneeling with her knees on each side of my thighs. I watched her move back down towards my feet, and then very slowly, her hands went to the waistband of my pajama bottoms and she began to slide them down my legs. She helped me to move so that she could take them off, and she dropped them over the edge of the bed to the floor. I guess I blushed, cuz I got that hot feeling in my face, and Mommy smiled at me. “Oh, Baby, do you have any idea how very beautiful you are?”

I saw her eyes moving over my body, and a little smile on her face. “I could just sit and stare at you for hours,” she breathed.

I felt Mommy’s hands start to slide up and down my legs, very lightly. I could feel goose bumps as her fingers almost tickled my skin, and I couldn’t stop shivering. I watched her for a minute, and then I just closed my eyes and let myself feel what she was doing to me. It felt so amazing! When her hands slid up my sides and over my tummy, and then to my nipples again, I started to breathe faster, like I’d been walking really fast or something. I felt her shift on the bed, and then I felt her hair brush my skin as she leaned down to kiss me again.

I kept my eyes closed, but when I felt her tongue touch my lips, I opened my mouth and let her slide it in, touching and licking at my tongue. I didn’t even know my hands had moved until I felt myself pulling her harder against my mouth, and my lips and tongue started to move all by themselves, kissing her back. She was still kneeling over me, one knee on each side of my hips. She was holding herself up with one hand while her other hand played with my nipples. Every time she pinched one of them, a little jolt shot straight down to my coochie, and my hips started to jump up and down a little. She hadn’t even touched me there yet, and already she was making it feel better than I had ever done by myself.

I felt Mommy shift her weight again, and all of a sudden she wasn’t kissing my lips anymore. Her lips and tongue were moving over my neck and my chest, and then she closed her mouth on my left nipple. I felt her tongue on it, and then her teeth as she gently bit it. Her hand was still pinching my right nipple, and I moaned loudly when I felt that shooting kind of shock in my coochie. I could feel that I was all wet down there. My hands moved on their own, and I tangled my fingers in her hair, pulling her against my chest. I didn’t want her to ever stop, it felt so good!

She changed sides, and moved her mouth to my other nipple, doing the same thing to it that she’d done to my left one. Her hand, though, slid down along my belly. I felt her move again, so that she was kneeling on one side of me, and then her hand slid over my hip and down my thigh. When she slid it back up, her fingertips brushed over my coochie, and my hips bounced right up off the bed. I opened my legs a little bit, and I felt her sliding her fingers up and down over it, making my whole private area all wet with the stuff that was leaking out of my coochie. That’s when it just hit me.

My whole body went stiff. I pulled my feet towards my butt and went all stiff and shaking. My shoulders and my feet were the only parts of me still on the bed, the rest was lifted up, trying to press against Mommy’s mouth and hand. My mouth was hanging open, and I moaned really loud and long, and I couldn’t catch my breath at all. This hot, tingly wave just shot out from my coochie and filled me up, and right between my legs it felt so good that I could never explain it. When it finally stopped, and I collapsed back down on the bed panting, Mommy lifted her head away from my nipple. Her hand came up and touched my cheek, and I opened my eyes to look at her.

“Oh, my pretty Baby,” she whispered, “You came really fast!”

I was still out of breath, but I looked at her and said, “Came? What does that mean?”

She leaned down and brushed her lips against mine. “It means that you had an orgasm, Baby. That’s what that really strong, nice feeling is. Remember, I told you that earlier? It’s an orgasm. But, people also call it “coming,” so after you’ve had an orgasm, you can say you came.”

“I’ve never felt that good, Mommy. I mean, when I do it myself, it feels really nice, but it’s never been like that before!”

Mommy smiled. “It’s always better when someone helps you come, Baby. Playing with yourself is nice, but it’s nothing like having someone make love to you.” She smiled again. “Now just relax. Mommy’s not done yet. I have more to show you, Baby.”

“More?” I thought. How could there possibly be more?

Mommy moved again, so that she was kneeling between my legs. I was sorta embarrassed cuz she could see my coochie all spread open, but she just smiled as her hands lightly stroked my skin. She touched my nipples again, which were really sensitive now, and made me gasp. As she looked at me, I heard her whisper.

“Oh, Baby Girl, you have such a beautiful little pussy.”

I blushed. I’d heard other girls at school use that word, and others, too, but I was embarrassed hearing my Mommy say it. She saw me blush, and smiled again. “Baby, when you and I are alone, you can use those naughty words. It’s much more exciting to use them than to use baby words, or the proper words.”

I felt her fingertips brush over my coo… over my pussy again. “This is your pussy, Baby. Or if you feel really naughty, you can call it your cunt.”

Her fingers slid up to my nipples again. “These you can call your titties or your tits. All those words that you shouldn’t use when you’re in public, you can use when we’re in a private place, okay?”

She moved again, and I felt her begin to kiss and lick me all over my chest and my tummy, down my sides, and over my hips. She kept moving down, kissing my legs, first one, then the other, up and down. My breathing was getting funny again, and I was getting tingly all over again, too. Then I got the biggest surprise I’ve ever had.

Mommy was lying down now, between my legs, and kissing and licking the insides of my thighs. As her fingertips slid over my… pussy… again, I felt her hands move until they were underneath my butt, lifting me up. Then she started to lightly kiss my pussy. I gasped – I hadn’t expected this, but it felt so nice! My hips kinda twitched up again, and my pussy bumped against Mommy’s mouth.

Then I sucked in a long deep breath as I felt her tongue lick me there, all the way up along my pussy. My hands shot down to her head and my fingers twisted in her hair. I pulled her tight to my pussy. This felt amazing!! I heard Mommy giggle, but she didn’t stop what she was doing to me.

I could feel her jaw open wider, and then she had my whole pussy in her mouth. Her tongue slid into the slit, and then upwards, until she hit… Something. I didn’t know what she touched, but whatever it was, it sent a shock through me, like I got hit with lightning or something. I cried out, and tightened my fingers in her hair, pulling her mouth against my pussy as tight as I could. My hips were sorta grinding around in circles, mashing my pussy against her mouth. I didn’t want this feeling to ever stop!

I moaned when I felt her tongue move again, cuz I didn’t want her to take it from that spot. But she moved it down, and then I felt it get kinda stiff, and then I felt her start to poke it up inside me. She was making little slurping sounds, and sliding her tongue in and out of my pussy. Then she moved one hand up around my hip, and her fingers found that same spot again that she was licking before. As soon as she touched it, I almost screamed. My legs just kinda flew by themselves and wrapped around Mommy’s neck, holding her head there. My hips were bouncing up and down, really hard, I just couldn’t stop them. I thought there was nothing in the world that could ever be this good.

Then she did it. I felt her hand that was still under my butt move. Her fingertips kinda traced a line down my butt crack, and then her fingertip started to tickle at my butt hole. I was making all kinds of weird sounds now, I couldn’t stop them, and I was panting so hard I thought I might die from not getting enough air. When the tip of her finger slid just a tiny bit inside my butt, I felt something starting to build inside me, like the sound of a glass filling up with water, but really slow. I wasn’t even thinking anything, really, all I could do was just feel this. It kept getting stronger and stronger, and then I heard Mommy moaning quietly.

She took her mouth from my pussy just long enough to say, “Yes, my Baby, come for Mommy. Come in my mouth, Baby.”

She went right back to sliding her tongue in and out of me.

I felt it coming. I knew it was coming, but I wasn’t ready for just how good it was gonna be. When it washed over me, I was bouncing all over the bed, and pulling Mommy’s face into my pussy as hard as I could. This time, I did scream, and it was a long and loud scream, too. I’d never felt anything like this before. It just kept washing over me, wave after wave, and I felt my pussy tightening up as a gush of warm liquid poured out of me. Mommy moaned again, and started licking it all up, her tongue all over me down there, even licking my butt hole. Finally, it started to slow down, and I felt myself slowly relax on the bed. Mommy stayed between my legs, just lightly kissing me, petting me with her fingers for a few minutes.

Finally, I felt her move. She slid up the bed until she was next to me, and then she wrapped me up in her arms and held me close to her… Her tits. All of a sudden, I noticed that I was crying. Not sobbing or anything, just tears on my face. Nothing had ever felt so good in my life. No one had ever made me feel so special and so loved before. Mommy just held me close, kinda murmuring to me, until my tears stopped.

“I love you so much, Baby,” she whispered.

That made my tears start again. “Oh, Mommy, I love you too. I always knew you love me, but I never knew how much until just now.”

She shushed me again, and held me close, her hands stroking my back. I started to shiver a little, so she had us get under the covers. I snuggled up close to her, and she held me that way as I felt myself getting sleepy.

“You sleep, Baby Girl.” There was a smile in her voice. “There’s time to continue with your exploring later. We have all the time in the world, you and I.”

That’s the last thing I remember until I woke up the next morning, still in Mommy’s arms as she slept quietly next to me. I knew that today, I would want to learn how to make Mommy feel as good as she’d made me feel. I wanted her to feel my love for her the way she made me feel her love for me. And sure enough, later that day, she showed me what to do.

Continue on to Part Two

By Muffi

Okay, so I sorta left you hanging when I told you about how Mommy made love to me the first time. I told you that she ended up showing me how to make love to her, but I never actually told you about it. I guess that was kinda rude of me, so here goes.

When I woke up the next morning, I was still all wrapped up in Mommy’s arms. She was sound asleep, I could tell by the way she was breathing, so I just lay there all snuggled up close to her boobies. She was so warm and soft, and I thought I could just stay there like that forever. Well, almost like that. I did want her to make love to me again! I also wanted to learn how to make love to her, so I could make her feel the things that she’d made me feel the night before.

I was remembering what had happened last night, how Mommy had made me feel so good. My coo… No, my pussy started to tingle just thinking about it. Then I remembered how she’d gotten down on her knees and asked me to be her girlfriend. I couldn’t help it, I just got this huge grin on my face. I had a girlfriend! A real girlfriend, not just some silly BFF kinda girlfriend. Then I remembered what she’d said about going to get us matching rings today. I couldn’t wait! That would make it really official!

I slowly slid out of Mommy’s arms, and then got out of bed. I pulled the covers back up over her, but not before I took a long look at her boobies. They were so pretty! Then I went downstairs to find something to eat.

I didn’t notice until I got to the kitchen that I hadn’t put my pajamas back on. I was wandering around looking for something to make for both of us for breakfast when I realized I was still naked. I giggled, and thought maybe Mommy and I could spend lots of time naked together now. The idea of being able to look at her naked whenever I wanted to was nice, and it was even nicer to think I could touch her naked skin anytime I wanted. That made me feel all warm inside.

I finally settled on making us both a bagel for breakfast. We had some cinnamon and raisin bagels, and cream cheese, too. That sounded yummy to me, with some orange juice. I know how to make coffee, too, even though I don’t drink it very often. I knew that Mommy would want some, though, so the first thing I did was start a pot of coffee for her. Then I put some cream cheese in a little bowl, and got two plates and two knives, and a couple of napkins. I got out a tray, and put everything on it, then started the bagels toasting. We have a big toaster that holds four slices of bread or bagels or muffins, so I put two bagels in it and got them started.

When the bagels were done, and Mommy’s coffee was ready, I put everything on the tray and went slowly upstairs to Mommy’s – no, to our bedroom. I set the tray down on the nightstand, and then I sat on the edge of the bed. I leaned down and kissed Mommy’s forehead, then the tip of her nose, then her lips.

“Mommy…” I kinda sang it softly.

I saw her eyelids flutter a little, and then she got a tiny little smile. I leaned down and kissed her lips again. “I made bagels and coffee for you, Mommy,” I said quietly.

I felt her arms come around my neck as she hugged me. “Mmmm… That sounds lovely, Baby Girl. Did you sleep well?”

I nodded. “Yup. And I woke up feeling so good, too, Mommy.”

“Sex,” Mommy said, laughing, “is good for the body, the mind, and the soul.”

I grinned at her, then sat up and got her coffee and handed it to her. She sat up against the headboard and took a sip, then smiled when I gave her the bagel, and asked her if she wanted cream cheese on it.

“Wow,” she said. “Breakfast in bed? What did I do to deserve this treatment?”

I rolled my eyes at her. “Like you don’t know,” I said.

“Does that mean you liked what happened last night?” She was teasing me, and I knew it. I kinda liked it, actually.

“I don’t know yet,” I said. “I need some more practice before I can decide.”

She laughed, and almost choked on her coffee. “I think we can probably arrange for that to happen, Baby Girl,” she said.

I sat on the edge of the bed, munching on my bagel, and sipping my orange juice. I was quiet for a minute, just eating breakfast with Mommy, and then I remembered again, and I had to ask her. “So, are we gonna go get rings today, Mommy?” I asked her.

“Yes, we are,” she said, smiling.

I felt my heart kinda flutter. This was really for real! Mommy was my girlfriend, and she was gonna get us rings to prove it! I couldn’t wait to go with her to pick them out.

I stuck what was left of my bagel into my mouth, holding it with my teeth. I took my plate and Mommy’s, and put them on the tray with my orange juice. I grabbed the bagel out of my mouth and grinned at her. “I’ll go put these in the dishwasher, and then take a shower and get dressed. By the time we’re both ready, the mall will be open!”

Mommy looked at me for a minute, smiling. “We’re not going to the mall, Baby Girl,” she said softly.

My heart kinda sank a little. “We’re not?”

“No, we’re not,” she said, shaking her head. “We’re going to a real jewelry store, not to a mall shop.”

“COOOOL!”

I grinned at her, then stuck the bagel back in my mouth, grabbed the tray, and rushed out of the bedroom to the kitchen. As fast as I could, I rinsed off the dishes and stuck them in the dishwasher, chomped down the last of my bagel, and then I ran back upstairs into the bathroom. I swear to God, it was the fastest shower I ever took! When I was finished, I got out and wrapped my hair up in a towel, then wrapped another one around my body. I ran into my room, and started looking for something to wear. I decided to wear my skinny jeans and a short spaghetti-strap top, pink, of course.

While I was drying off, I heard the shower come on again, and I knew that Mommy was taking her shower. I giggled to myself, and wrapped myself back up in the towel. I went into the bathroom, being pretty quiet, and then dropped the towel from around my body. I unwrapped my hair, and started to brush it, deciding to leave it wet instead of using the dryer. I heard Mommy turn off the shower, and then I heard the door sliding open.

I saw Mommy in the mirror when she stepped out of the shower, reaching for a towel. I froze when I saw her. Her skin was dripping with water, and it was flushed red from the heat of the shower. Her boobies were beautiful, her nipples were standing up from them, dark red and crinkled around the edges. They swayed and bobbed with every move she made. They were so beautiful, I didn’t want to take my eyes off them. Her hair was streaming wet, sticking to her skin, strands of it across her boobies, between them, back over her shoulders and down her back.

I did take my eyes away from them, though. I let myself slide a long look down over her body. Her waist curved in gracefully from her chest, narrow and slender, her tummy flat and hard. She has an “innie” belly button like mine; it was a dark shadow in the center of her tummy. My eyes slid lower, over her full, beautiful hips, swelling out from her waist then tapering down into her thighs. Mommy has beautiful legs, and I let myself stare at them for a minute, before my eyes snapped back to what I really wanted to look at.

The dark, neat triangle of bright red hair that covered her pussy pulled my eyes like a magnet, making me stare at her there. Her hair was wet, drops of water kinda shining on the ends of it. The water made it darker than it usually would be, but it was still that pretty, orange-red color. I thought it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my life. I let my eyes finally move back up her body, paying attention now to little things.

I’d never really noticed that Mommy’s body is almost completely covered with light tan freckles. They looked so cute! She has them on her face too, but not nearly as many as she has on the rest of her body. There was a small, dark colored mole just below her left boobie, like someone had touched her with a marker. I noticed for the first time that Mommy’s boobies kind of sagged down just a little. I was so used to seeing her in a bra, or with her pajamas on, I’d never noticed that before. Of course, I’d never looked at her quite this way before, either.

Mommy saw me staring at her, and she just stood there, letting me look at her for as long as I wanted to. I felt… A rush of something. Love? I guess that musta been what it was. I felt sorta breathless, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was smiling at me, shyly.

“Do I look okay, Baby?” she asked me.

When I could answer, it came out as a kind of breathy sighing sound. “Oh, Mommy… You’re so beautiful…”

She looked at me for a moment, and I saw a blush creep into her cheeks as she looked at me, slowly letting her eyes move down, then back up along my body. “So are you, Baby Girl,” she said. “You’re the most beautiful thing I think I’ve ever seen.”

We stood there like that, just staring at each other, for what felt like hours. I know it couldn’t have been that long, but that’s what it felt like. She wrapped herself up in a towel, and moved towards me, not touching me, just coming closer. She gave a shaky kinda laugh. “If we don’t get going, Baby Girl,” she said, “I’m going to have a very hard time resisting you. And if that happens, we won’t make it out of bed for the rest of the weekend.”

I felt a shiver run through me, and a warm, tingly fluttering in my tummy when she said that. As much as that idea excited me, I also wanted us to get those rings. Then everything would be really official, and Mommy would be my for real girlfriend. I made myself go back to brushing my hair. Then I giggled, and gave her a sly look in the mirror. “There’s plenty of time for that later, Mommy,” I said. “And…” I let the word drag out.

“And?”

In the mirror, I gave her what I hoped was a sexy look. “And… later, you hafta show me how to make you come,” I said, hoping I sounded seductive.

I saw her shiver once, and then again once more. She took a deep breath, staring into my eyes in the mirror. Her face flushed, turning a deep red. “I should be utterly ashamed of myself for what we’re doing. But the truth is, I’m not. How you’ve managed to do this to me in a single night, I’ll never know. But I’m awfully happy that you have.”

“Mommy,” I said, “please stop talking like you hafta be ashamed of yourself. You love me, and I love you. And now, we’re girlfriends. So just stop that, and love me like I want you to love me, okay?”

She smiled and nodded. “I will, Baby, I promise.”

She stared at me for another minute or two, and then it was her turn to tease me. “Oh, and Baby? Just so you know. I can’t wait to teach you how to make me come. I want to look straight into your eyes while you’re doing it, too.”

I shivered again, thinking about what was going to happen later on. I couldn’t wait…

*****

A little while later, I was finally dressed and ready to go. Mommy was almost ready too, and I was getting kinda fidgety. I’d decided not to wear my skinny jeans after all, and I had on a pair of cut off denim shorts that were old and faded. They were actually a little too small for me, but they made my butt look really nice. My top didn’t quite reach my belly button, it was dark pink with thin little spaghetti straps and a thin band of lace around the top. I was wearing pink sneakers that matched my top, and ankle high white socks. I thought I looked pretty good.

I had put on a little makeup, too. Not much, cuz I didn’t want to look like a slut; just a little mascara and eye shadow, and some blush and lip gloss. I’d put on some cologne, too, so I’d smell nice and girly for Mommy. She liked my hair up in those Sailor Moon ponytails, too, so I’d done my hair that way. It was funny, really, but a nice funny. Everything I’d done while I got ready was for Mommy. Not for me, not to impress the kids at school, but just so I’d look pretty and sexy for Mommy. I liked how that felt.

Mommy came downstairs finally, dressed and ready to go. She was wearing jeans and a white tank top, and black leather boots with big, clunky heels. She looked awesome! I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra; I could see her nipples under the material of her tank top. She’d braided her hair, and it was pulled forward so the braid hung down over her shoulder and down her chest like a long, orange flame. Her jeans were skin tight, and I could see the outline of her pussy, her jeans molding to the shape of it. My girlfriend, I thought. She was so beautiful.

“Are you ready to go, Baby Girl?” she asked me.

I grinned happily. “Yup! I can’t wait, either. Let’s go!”

I started to open the front door when Mommy stopped me. She stood in front of me with her hands on my hips, staring into my eyes for a minute.

“When we walk out that door,” she said, “we have to be just Jenny and her Mommy, out for a special shopping trip. So before we go, I want a kiss from my girlfriend.”

Mommy leaned down and brought her mouth to mine, kissing me gently. I felt her lift one hand, moving it to cup the back of my head as her lips parted a little, the tip of her tongue tracing a light line across my bottom lip. As I opened my mouth, letting her tongue slip inside, her other hand slid to the small of my back, pulling me close to her as she kissed me deeply, her tongue moving lazily in my mouth. I slid my arms around her and kissed her back, pulling her against me. Our tongues did a kind of slow dance with each other.

She broke the kiss suddenly, taking a deep, deep breath, then letting it out. She held my head close to her boobies, and I could hear and feel her heart beating, hard and strong. As her hands caressed my back, I felt her whole body shiver.

“God, Baby Girl! You are so very beautiful. And I love you so very, very much…”

I sighed. “I love you, too, Mommy. And I think I have the most beautiful girlfriend in the whole world!”

She laughed. “Nope. I have the most beautiful girlfriend in the world!”

I opened my mouth to argue with her, then I thought better of it. “How about we just agree that we both have the most beautiful girlfriend in the world?” I said.

She laughed at that. “Okay, that works for me, Baby,” she said.

We went out and got in the car, and headed for the jewelry store. I was so excited I couldn’t sit still in the car. When we finally got there, I almost jumped out of the car. After Mommy put some money in the parking meter, I grabbed her hand and started to pull her towards the store.

“Calm down, Baby Girl,” she said. “Remember, you can be excited, but not too excited.”

“I know, Mommy.” I made myself calm down.

We walked hand in hand into the jewelry store. Mommy smiled at the woman behind the counter.

“May I help you?” she asked Mommy.

“I hope so,” said Mommy. “My daughter and I have reached the conclusion that we are “best friends forever.” We’d like to look at some rings, please. We want to get matching friendship rings.”

“Oh, that’s so lovely!” the woman exclaimed. “We have a nice selection of friendship rings right over here.”

She led us to a display case near the back of the store. Mommy took one look at the rings in it and shook her head.

“No,” she said, “I want to get us something very special. I’d like them to be patterned, but not all the way around. My daughter’s ring will need to be resized periodically as she grows. I hope you’ll pardon me, but these are too “little-girly” for what we’d like.”

The woman smiled brightly again. I think she was hoping for an expensive sale. “Of course!” she exclaimed. “Do you have anything particular in mind?”

“I’m thinking something in red gold,” Mommy said. “Red gold for two redheads.” I’d never heard of red gold, but I liked the way she put it when she told the woman what she wanted.

The woman led us to another display case filled with beautiful rings. She took out a tray with rings in it, and Mommy and I both leaned over the counter, looking at them. It only took a few seconds for me to see the ones I liked.

“Mommy, look!” I said. I pointed to a group of wide rings that had hearts and roses carved into them across the top and partway down the sides. The bottoms of them we smooth and shiny. They were beautiful.

“Do you like those, Jenny?” Mommy asked me.

I nodded, hard. “Yes, I do,” I said excitedly.

Mommy took out one of the rings and looked closely at it. “I like them, too,” she said.

She looked closely at the inside of the ring she was holding. “Perfect,” she said. “Twenty-two karat gold.”

The woman behind the counter smiled broadly. “Well, that was easy,” she said. “Let’s get your sizes, and if we need to, we’ll resize one for your daughter.”

She got out a big hoop thing with lots of little rings on it. She got Mommy’s ring size first, then she got mine. They didn’t have one in my size, but she told Mommy that they could have it resized for me in about an hour. Mommy smiled at her.

“That’s fine,” she said. “We can go and have lunch somewhere, and come back for them after we eat. Oh, and one more thing. Could you please have my initials engraved inside of my daughter’s ring, and her initials engraved inside of mine?”

The sales lady smiled again. “Oh, that’s so very sweet!” she exclaimed. “Of course we can do that. Just write down the initials for me.”

We went to the cash register, and Mommy gave the lady her credit card. While she rang everything up on the cash register, Mommy wrote down our initials on a piece of paper, then gave it to the sales lady. The woman smiled at us again. “They’ll be ready for you in an hour or less,” she said brightly.

Mommy smiled back at her. “That will be perfect,” she said. “We’ll be back after lunch.”

We left the jewelry store and went to get lunch. I was so excited, I don’t even remember what I ate. It felt like forever, waiting to go back and get our rings. I couldn’t remember ever being so excited about anything ever in my life.

Finally, it was time to go back. I was kinda bouncing around next to Mommy as we walked back to the jewelry store, chattering away like a little kid. Mommy just kept smiling at me, but I could tell that this meant just as much to her as it did to me.

When we went into the store, the sales lady who had sold us the rings was gone. There was a man behind the counter. Mommy told him what we were there for, and he smiled, reaching under the counter and taking out two ring boxes and a slip of yellow paper. He opened the boxes and put them on the counter in front of us. Mommy took the smaller one out first and looked inside of it. She smiled, and then handed it to me. “Try it on, Baby,” she said, “and see if it fits.”

I slipped the ring on my left ring finger. It fit perfectly! I didn’t want to take it off, but somehow, I knew that Mommy wanted me to wait a little while to wear it. I took it off and handed it back to her, grinning. She took her ring out of the box and looked inside it. smiling when she saw my initials inside of it. She put it back in the box, closed both of them, and picked them, putting them in her purse. She smiled warmly at the man behind the counter.

“Thank you so very much,” she said. “You do wonderful work here.”

He smiled brightly at her. “Thank you,” he said. “We try to make sure our customers are always satisfied. Please, come again.”

We left the store together, and when we got outside, Mommy took my hand in hers and started to giggle.

“What?” I asked.

“Just my dirty little mind, Baby Girl,” she said. “I don’t think that poor man realized that I’m going to be very satisfied later on today, and that I am going to come again. And again, and again, and again.”

I started giggling with her. “Promise, Mommy?”

“Oh, Baby Girl,” she said, suddenly serious. “Just holding your hand right now has me so close to coming that I almost can’t stand it.”

I let go of her hand and wrapped both of my arms around one of her arms. “I can’t wait to make you come, Mommy,” I said quietly. “I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel last night.”

“I’m pretty sure that you won’t have any trouble doing that, Baby,” she said.

On the way home, we stopped at the grocery store. Mommy wanted to buy some things for dinner that night; she said that she wanted to make a very special, very romantic dinner for the two of us. She knows how much I love steak, even though we don’t eat it very much, cuz Mommy says that too much red meat isn’t good for you. Today though, she made an exception and got us two really big, thick steaks. She also bought a bottle of wine. I looked at her questioningly when she got that.

“Yes, for both of us,” she said. “But, not a lot for you. You’ve never had it before, and I don’t want you to get drunk and pass out on me!”

Finally, we had everything done, and we were on our way home. I reached across and put my hand on Mommy’s leg, and she reached down and took it in hers. I pulled it away, though, and put it back on her thigh. I remembered how nice it had felt when Mommy was touching and stroking my legs last night, so I started moving my hand up and down on her thigh, with my fingertips on the inside of her leg.

She sighed and looked over at me. “You’re being a little tease, you know,” she said, pretending to be mad.

I leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Who says I’m teasing?”

“Evil little wench,” she said, grinning.

I grinned. I liked this! I had a kind of power now that I had never known about before. Maybe not power, really, but while I knew that we were both still the Mommy and the daughter, we were also lovers now. I let the words roll around in my head: Mommy and I are lovers… I liked how it sounded. Our relationship was very different now. Mostly, it was just that I felt like we were so much closer. I was in love with her, and I was almost dizzy with the feeling.

When we got home, Mommy said that we should get comfortable. She went around and made sure that all the doors were locked, and then she closed all the drapes and blinds. The house was dim now, but not dark. Mommy lit a bunch of candles in the living room, and put some music on, and then we went upstairs to get changed. This was all so very new to me. I’d never had anyone be romantic with me before, so I just kinda followed Mommy’s lead. I did ask her if we could just be naked now that we were home. She grinned and said she’d like that, but that we should keep our bathrobes with us downstairs, in case anyone came and knocked on the door.

We went downstairs together, naked, carrying our bathrobes. We went into the kitchen, leaving the robes in the living room, just in case. I started to set the table, but Mommy stopped me. She wanted to do everything herself. She said that this was something she wanted to do for me. She wanted to make a romantic candlelit dinner for us. She lit more candles, putting them on the table, and then she opened the bottle of wine. She poured a half glass for herself into a wineglass, and about a third of a glass for me.

I tasted the wine hesitantly. It tasted strange, but good. I liked the warm feeling it left on the way down. Mommy lifted her glass, and clinked it against mine.

“To us,” she said softly, and then took a sip of wine. I took another sip, too, and smiled at her.

I watched her as she set the table with plates and silverware and water glasses, and even cloth napkins. That surprised me, cuz we hardly ever use those. Only when we have company for dinner.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she worked. She was so pretty! Her skin kinda glowed in the candlelight, and every move she made was graceful and pretty, like a ballet dancer. The candles made her freckles stand out more, too. I thought her freckles were so pretty! I felt that rush of love for her again, and something more, too. That special fluttering started up in my tummy, and I felt myself getting damp between my legs.

Mommy made everything that I really like for dinner. She made the steaks, of course, and she also made asparagus, which I just love, and roasted garlic mashed potatoes, which is one of my favorite things in the world to eat, even though it makes your breath stink. She made a salad with baby spinach instead of lettuce, and for dessert, we just had coffee ice cream. Coffee is my favorite ice cream, too. I couldn’t finish everything, cuz there was just so much, but I ate what I could. All the while we were eating, we just sat and talked quietly about how nice it was to have a dinner like this, and how we should do things like this more from now on.

Mommy said that we could plan a “date night” every week, and have a nice, quiet dinner together with candles and everything, and then we could go out to the movies, or whatever we decided we wanted to do. When she said that, I just had to kinda pick on her a little.

“You mean, we only get to have romantic dates once a week, Mommy?”

I put a sad little pout on my face and looked up at her from under my eyelashes.

“Aww, don’t be sad, Baby,” she said, smiling. “We can be romantic all the time, but the official dates will only be once or twice a week. That makes them more special.”

I gave her a sly grin. “And can we be naughty all the time, too, Mommy?”

“Oh, Baby Girl, you can be naughty with me anytime you’d like to. As long as I can do the same with you, of course.”

We both laughed, and I started to get up to clear the table like I usually do, but Mommy told me to sit back down. She wouldn’t let me do any of the chores tonight. That was really nice; I felt like I was getting all kinds of special treatment from her.

Mommy made tea for both of us, and we still had our wine. I was drinking my second glass; Mommy had filled it up about halfway this time. The wine made me fell kinda fuzzy and glowy, but really nice. Every time I drank some, it left a warm trail down my insides. I liked the feeling, and I felt really warm and relaxed sitting there, looking at Mommy and talking quietly to her.

Finally, she stood up and went into the other room for a minute, telling me she’d be right back. When she sat back down at the table, she looked at me really seriously for a second, and then she put our rings on the table. She put hers in front of me, and mine in front of her. My tummy did a little flip-flop, and I couldn’t think what to say. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do, so I waited for Mommy.

She reached out and took my left hand in both of hers, and looked into my eyes. She didn’t say anything for a minute, she just sat and stared at me, smiling. I could feel her thumbs kinda stroking the top of my hand, and I got that fluttering in my tummy again, the one that makes me get wet between my legs. She picked up my ring then, and slid it onto my finger, then she held my hand tightly.

“Jenny, even though only the two of us will ever know what this ring really means, I’m giving it to you as a sign of how much I love you. Every time that you look at this ring, I want you to think of me, and to remember that you are the most special person in the world to me. It’s a reminder that we share our love, and ourselves, with each other, and only with each other. When you look at this ring, remember that I belong to you, and only to you. I love you, my little girlfriend.”

I had to blink really fast, and fight not to start crying, I was so happy. My stomach felt all funny, and my heart was pounding in my chest so hard I thought it might explode. I looked at her, and she was so beautiful. I felt so much love for her I almost couldn’t stand it.

When I was pretty sure I wouldn’t start to cry, I pulled my hand from Mommy’s, and picked up her ring. My hands were shaking, but I reached out and took her hand, and slid the ring onto her finger. I held her hand the same way she’d held mine; I felt her fingers tighten around mine. I wasn’t really sure what I should say, but I had to say something or I’d feel so stupid.

“Mommy, with this ring, I also give you all my love, forever and ever. When you see it, you’ll know that I’m your girlfriend, and that no one else will ever be able to come between us, not ever. These rings mean that we belong to each other for all eternity.”

I thought it sounded stupid, but when I looked, Mommy’s eyes were all shiny, and she was trying not to cry, I could tell. I got up then, and rushed close to her, wrapping my arms around her neck and hugging her as tight as I could. Her skin was warm against mine, and I could feel her breathing really fast. Her arms came around my waist, and we stayed like that for a minute, her still sitting in her chair, me standing between her knees, hugging each other.

“I love you so much, Baby Girl,” Mommy whispered against my neck. “More than you could ever know. You’re my perfect girlfriend, and I’m so happy that you made me see what I needed to see.”

I pulled back a little and looked at her. I didn’t know what she meant by that. I didn’t say anything, but I didn’t need to. I looked at her, and she knew I didn’t understand.

“Baby, the love we share was already so strong and special. I’ve always loved you so very, very much. But you made me see that our love could become even stronger, even more special than it already was. I was afraid of my own feelings, Jenny. You showed me that I don’t have to be afraid of them. I’m so very happy that you did that for me.”

I hugged her again then, as tight as I could. Then I kinda slid down so I was sitting on her leg with one arm around her neck. With my other hand, I reached out and touched her boobie, running my fingers over her nipple. I heard her pull in a fast breath when I touched it.

“Mommy,” I said, “will you show me? Show me how to make love to you?”

All of a sudden, her mouth was on mine, and she was kissing me, really deep and hard. Her tongue was in my mouth, moving everywhere, and I pushed my tongue into her mouth, tasting the wine there. We were pressed together so tightly, I almost couldn’t breathe.

Then without a word, still kissing me, Mommy stood up, carrying me the same way she had the night before. Only this time, we were both naked, and when she broke the kiss, I laid my head down against her skin, listening to her heart beating as she brought me up the stairs and down the hall, then into the room. She laid me gently on the bed, staring into my eyes.

Mommy crawled up on the bed with me, and then lay down next to me. She turned so she was laying on her side, and one hand came up to stroke my hair. I’d taken the ponytails down, and my hair was just all loose. Mommy still had hers in the thick braid. She kissed me, very gently, then stared into my eyes again while she stroked my hair.

“There’s no right or wrong way about this, Baby Girl. Making love is like… Well, it’s like you’re an explorer, and you’re discovering all the different parts and places on my body. Use all your senses, okay? Feel my skin with your fingers, with your skin. Look at me, at my body, and pay attention to every detail. Use your sense of smell, and you’ll find that all the different places have a different smell, and each one is very nice. Use your mouth so you can taste me, taste my skin, my mouth, taste everything. And also use your ears. You’ll know by the sounds you hear me making when you’re doing something that feels particularly good.”

She kissed me gently again, and then rolled over onto her back, stretching her arms above her head. She smiled softly.

“I’m yours, Baby Girl,” she said quietly. “Every part of me, all of me, is yours to play with and explore. You can’t do anything wrong, and I’ll guide you if you need help.”

She stared at me intently for a moment. “Now, please, Baby, make love to me,” she said in a hoarse whisper. “I don’t think I can stand to wait another second.”

I almost started to cry, she looked so beautiful lying there, waiting for me to touch her. I remembered what she’d done to me last night, and I moved so that I was on my hands and knees next to her. I leaned down and kissed her, lightly at first, then I opened my lips and slid my tongue into her mouth. She still tasted like wine a little, but she also tasted like her. I thought for a second that kissing her was almost enough, then pushed that idea away. Nothing would ever be enough, not really.

I pulled away from her mouth, and started to kiss her cheeks and her jaw. I remembered what she’d said about tasting everything, so I slid my tongue across her skin. She was right, she tasted wonderful!

I kissed the side of Mommy’s neck, and then I licked her there, too. When I did, the tip of my tongue touched her ear, and I heard her gasp. That was interesting, I’d never thought of ears being able to make you feel good. I kissed her ear then, and touched it with my tongue. Mommy gasped again, and I felt her shiver, so I pressed my open mouth to her ear and slowly licked inside of it. I heard her moan softly, and she turned her head and stretched her neck.

Mommy seemed to really like it when I licked her skin, so I kept using my tongue. I kissed her, too, but I licked her more. This was starting to be really fun! When I licked down the side of her neck to her shoulder, she moaned again. I let myself down then, so that I was laying sorta half on top of her, half next to her. I slid one leg over the top of hers, so that my coo… No, so that my pussy was pressed up against her hip. I was still kissing and licking her neck and shoulder; I brought one hand up and started to stroke her boob… her tits with it.

Somehow, those words that I’m not supposed to say in public made everything feel more exciting. They were naughty words, and thinking them about Mommy made me shiver, and sent little tingles through my body. I felt very grown up right then, like I had changed from a little girl into a grown woman almost overnight.

Before I went any further, I kissed and licked my way back up Mommy’s neck. When I got to her ear, I put my lips against it, and sorta breathed my words into it. “I love you so much, Mommy.”

I heard her whimper softly, and felt her body shiver all over again. She was breathing really fast now. I kissed and licked back down her neck, and then kept going. My hand was still sorta petting her tits, and I moved my mouth towards them. Her skin felt like warm satin against my lips, soft and smooth. When I brushed my lips across her nipple, I heard her whimper again, and felt her lift her chest up, pushing it towards my mouth.

“Oh, Baby Girl,” she sighed. “Suck them, please. Suck Mommy’s nipples like you did when you were a baby.”

I was holding myself up with one hand on the bed, the fingers of my other hand were playing with the hard nipple that wasn’t against my mouth. I opened my lips, and slowly sucked the dark, crinkled nipple into my mouth. I felt Mommy’s hand come to the back of my head, cradling me there, holding me in place tightly.

“Oh, yes, Baby…” The words came out in a long, breathy kind of a sigh. “That feels so good, my Baby Girl.”

I could feel myself getting really wet between my legs, feel my heart beating faster and faster in my chest. I loved this! I could tell from her breathing that Mommy was excited, and she kept making those little whimpers, high-pitched and soft as I kept sucking on her nipple. It was hard in my mouth; I felt it stiffen even more, swelling against my tongue. I felt her free hand close over mine, guiding me to pinch at her other nipple, showing me how to roll it between my fingers.

“Bite it, Baby,” she breathed. “Use your teeth on it, please…”

Bite it? I thought. She wants me to bite her? I didn’t know why she wanted me to bite her, but if that’s what she wanted, I’d do it. At that point, I woulda done anything she asked me to do. I closed my teeth on her nipple and bit down lightly, feeling the stiff flesh between my teeth.

“Harder, Baby,” she moaned. “You won’t hurt me, I promise. Bite it harder.”

I bit down harder on Mommy’s nipple. When I did, I felt her fingers get all tangled up in my hair, pulling me even tighter against her. She moaned loudly. I felt her hip move against my pussy; she was lifting her butt up off the bed and then dropping it back down again. All of a sudden, I realized that I had been sorta grinding my pussy against her hip bone. Her skin was wet there, and with a little shock, I knew that the wetness was coming from me, leaking from inside my pussy. I was smearing it all over her skin there. It felt wonderful!

I felt her pulling my head up from her nipple. “The other one, Baby, please,” she gasped. “Do the other one, too!”

She guided me to her other nipple, pulling my head down as she pushed her chest up, crushing her nipple against my mouth. This time I knew what to do, and I opened my mouth, sucking her stiff nipple in and closing my teeth around it. I bit down, kinda hard, and heard her groan again, even louder this time. She was crushing my face against her as she urged me on, telling me to bite her even harder. I figured if she was this excited already, it was time for me to try something else.

We musta looked funny; I was biting and sucking at Mommy’s nipple, making little slurping sounds sometimes when she moved really fast. Her hips were bouncing up and down steadily now, and I was rubbing my pussy in circles against her hip, smearing the wet stuff that was coming from inside my pussy all over both her hip and the outside of my pussy. I could feel my muscles inside there, squeezing and then loosening, over and over. I was starting to feel those little electric kinda shocks shoot through me.

This must be what heaven is like, I thought.

While I kept biting and sucking on her nipple, I moved my hand down over Mommy’s tummy. It was smooth and soft, but hard, too. Mommy’s tummy is really flat. I slid my hand down until I felt my fingers sliding into the crinkly hair there. Her legs opened wider, and I felt a moist heat on my hand, coming from between her legs. Holding my hand flat, I slid it down through her hair, over her pussy. When it got lower between her legs, I was kinda shocked to find that she was soaking wet there. The bedspread under her butt was all wet, and I could feel more leaking from inside her.

I felt her hand leave my head, and heard her slap both hands down next to her hips. Her butt lifted up off the bed, pressing her warm, wet pussy against my hand. She moaned again. “Oh, God yes, Baby… Touch my pussy, Baby Girl. Touch it for Mommy…”

I remembered how Mommy had taken her time with me last night, kinda teasing me a little bit. The way she’d made love to me had made everything build up until it was like a big explosion inside of me. I wanted it to be like that for her, too, so I decided to slow down a little bit. I lifted my head up from her nipple, and raised myself up so that I was kneeling on the bed with her thigh between my legs. I sat down on her leg, slowly rubbing my pussy up and down.

I looked at her face then. She was beautiful! There were little beads of sweat on her upper lip and on her forehead, her mouth was open a little bit as she breathed in and out really fast, kinda panting. Her skin, from her chest to her neck and up into her face, was flushed a deep red color. Her arms had fallen back so that her hands were just above her head. As she lay there panting, her tits were rising and falling, her nipples pointing straight up at the ceiling. I thought she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen in my life, and I felt a rush of love again, knowing that she wasn’t just my Mommy, but she was my girlfriend and my lover, too.

When she met my eyes, I smiled at her. She smiled back, still breathing hard. “You’re so beautiful, Mommy,” I said. “It almost makes me want to cry, you’re so beautiful.”

I saw the flush in her face deepen in color, and she smiled shyly. “I feel the same way about you, Baby Girl,” she said softly.

I stayed where I was, looking down at her. I kept sliding my hips back and forth, dragging my pussy over the skin of her thigh. It felt lovely, wet and hot, and I didn’t want the feeling to ever end. I reached up and started to kinda pet her boobs again, touching her nipples lightly with my fingertips, then dragging them down across her flat tummy. I just touched her everywhere I could reach; it made me feel good to see that every time my fingers touched her, her breathing got even quicker and she gasped and whimpered.

I reached behind me with one hand and started to run my fingertips along the inside of her thigh, the one that I wasn’t sitting on. Her skin was hot under my fingers, smooth and soft. I let my fingers trail almost all the way to her pussy, stopping just before I touched her there, and moving back down towards her knee again. After I did that a few times, I saw Mommy give me a smile and a kinda pleading look.

“You’re torturing me, you know,” she said softly. “Where did you learn how to be a tease?”

I smiled right back at her. “I’m just doing the same kinda things you did to me, Mommy,” I said.

She giggled softly, then gasped as I finally let my fingertips brush up and over her pussy. Her hips lifted up off the bed again, lifting me with them as her thigh raised up. I moved then, cuz I wanted to be able to pay attention to what I was doing. I wanted to make Mommy scream when she came. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to do that, but I was determined that I was gonna try to.

I knelt between her thighs, and I gasped when I finally got my first really good look at Mommy’s pussy. It was beautiful! There was no hair down between the insides of her thighs, just on the top. With her legs spread like they were, I could see everything. There were delicate little folds inside, like there were two sets of lips, not just one. I’d never really had a close up look at a pussy before, and I was surprised at how pretty Mommy’s was.

The hair there was exactly the same color as the hair on her head, bright, orangey-red, like a little fire on top of her pussy. I could see something, I wasn’t sure what, kinda poking out up near the top of her slit, like a teeny little button. There were light pink little folds of skin around it, that continued down to where I could just start to see the inside of it. Everything was a light, pretty pink color, and glistening wet, shining in the dim light. Down lower, I could see the tight little crinkle of her butt hole. I just knelt there and stared at everything, my fingers stroking both of her upper thighs.

I was a little hesitant at first, cuz I didn’t quite know where to start. I took a breath, and then I ran the fingers of both hands down from the top of Mommy’s pussy, through the hair and down along the sides of her wet pussy. It was hot! Hot and wet, and I suddenly noticed that there was a heavy, musky-sweet smell coming from there. I breathed it in deeply. It smelled wonderful!

When I could finally look up again, Mommy was staring at me with something that I didn’t recognize in her eyes. Love, yes; there was lots of love in her eyes. But there was something else, too, that I didn’t have a name for. Whatever it was, though, it made me shiver and feel all hot and tingly. I liked the way she was looking at me.

I musta looked nervous or something, cuz she smiled at me again. “You’re doing just fine, Baby Girl,” she whispered. “More than just fine; you’re doing everything perfectly.”

I still hesitated, though. I wasn’t quite sure what to do next. “Just touch me, Baby,” she said softly. “Touch me anyway that you want to.”

She smiled lazily, and brought one hand down to her own pussy, showing me. “This,” she said quietly, barely touching the little button-like thing, “is my clitoris, or my clit. It’s the most sensitive part of a girl’s body. The only reason it’s there is to make you feel good, to give you pleasure. It feels wonderful when it’s touched or kissed or licked.”

“This…” She brought her finger lower, to the opening that led inside her pussy. “This, you know of course, is my vagina. Or my pussy, or my cunt; whichever you prefer. It feels wonderful when you have something inside of it, moving back and forth.”

She smiled again, her hand returning to lay on the pillow near her head. “Just explore, Baby Girl. You can’t do anything wrong. Just explore and play with me.”

That intense look came back into her eyes as she kept staring at me.

“Just keep making love to me, Baby,” she whispered. “I’m yours; you can do anything you want to do to me.”

Still staring into her eyes, I ran my fingers up and back through the hair on Mommy’s pussy. As my fingers slid over her skin, she moaned softly, lifting her butt up again, pressing her pussy against my hands. Even though I wasn’t sure if I’d do it right, I moved so that I could lay on my tummy between her legs, my face really close to her pussy.

I could smell that musky-sweet smell even stronger now, it almost made me feel faint it was so nice. Slowly, I kinda edged closer and closer, then I pressed my lips against the wet skin of Mommy’s pussy. She moaned loudly the moment my lips touched her. Her hands came back down and caressed the sides of my head, stroking my hair as I began to put light little kisses all over her wet, hot flesh. I looked up across her body to see her staring at me, her eyes even more intense now, bright and glittery looking.

I still had my lips closed, just giving her pussy little light kisses. I was a little nervous, but in the end, I was more curious than nervous. I parted my lips, letting my tongue slide out a little bit, and tentatively tasted Mommy’s pussy.

Oh, my God, it was wonderful! It was strange for a few seconds, then, as the taste kinda exploded in my mouth, I thought it was amazing! It’s kinda hard to explain; it was like, I was tasting Mommy, but more than that. I was tasting her pleasure, tasting the things I was doing to her, tasting the way that I was making her feel. It was the most amazing thing I’d ever done!

Mommy’s reaction was immediate. When my tongue touched her, her hips bucked up off the bed again, grinding against my mouth. Her fingers tangled up in my hair, and she held me like that, pressing my face into her pussy. Now that I knew what to expect, I let my tongue move faster, exploring everywhere. Her skin was hot and wet, slick with my saliva and the wetness coming from inside her. God, this was so exciting! Mommy was whimpering and moaning steadily now, grinding her pussy in little circles against my mouth. I kept licking and kissing, tasting her. I couldn’t get enough of that wonderful taste!

Even though it was kinda hard to think straight, I remembered the things that Mommy had done to me, and I tried to imitate them now. I pushed my mouth hard against the opening of her pussy, and pushed my tongue out as far as I could, so that it slid inside of her. She gave a short scream, pulling me even harder against her, kinda like she wanted to pull all of me up inside of her. I felt the muscles inside tighten down on my tongue, then relax, then tighten again. This was so awesome!

I pushed my head back up, letting my tongue lick all along the whole way of Mommy’s wet pussy, till I got to that button thingy. Her clit? Yes, her clit, that’s what she called it. I let my tongue move across it before I closed my mouth on it and started to suck on it. Mommy gave a high-pitched cry, really loud, and clamped her legs tight around my head.

I noticed that every time my tongue touched it, it made her hips bounce up really hard, so I figured it must feel really good to her. I started to poke at it with the tip of my tongue, and she cried out even louder this time. Dimly, I could hear her talking to me, the words coming out really fast now, breathlessly.

“Don’t stop, Baby, don’t stop. Oh, God, Baby, that’s perfect! Keep doing that, Baby, yes! Your fingers, Baby Girl, use your fingers! Fuck me with your fingers, Jenny, please!!”

Fuck her? I didn’t know what that meant, but I tried to get my hand closer, so my fingers could touch her.

“Inside, Baby Girl, please! Put your fingers inside my pussy. Fuck me, Baby, fuck Mommy with your fingers!”

I got it then. I moved my hand, and then slid one finger through her slit, into the opening of her pussy. She moaned, loud and long.

“More, Baby, please! Put more in there!”

When I put a second finger inside of her, I felt her pussy clamp down really hard on them. She was still begging me to put more in, so I put a third, and then a fourth finger inside her pussy. It was wet and hot inside of her, slippery with the wetness flowing out of her.

“Move them in and out now, Baby.” She was gasping, panting. “In and out, Baby, that’s right. Oh, my God, Jenny!”

That last word, my name, was a long, high-pitched scream. Mommy’s fingers were holding my hair, all tangled up in it, pulling me against her pussy. I didn’t want to ever stop, even though my mouth was starting to ache a little. I kept sucking on her clit, then by accident, my teeth bit down a little bit, not hard, but it made Mommy scream out really loud. She wasn’t really talking now, just making all kinds of noises, grunting and groaning. Her hips were bouncing up and down on the bed. My fingers were wet and slick, sliding in and out of her pussy. I couldn’t believe how hot it was inside of her!

All of a sudden, Mommy’s whole body arched up off the bed, lifting me along with it. she was stiff, little shudders running through her whole body, her legs kinda trembling as she used them to hold my head locked against her pussy. I felt a big hot gush of liquid pour of her, all over my hand and chin, soaking the bedspread even more. She let out this long, strange sounding noise; I guess it’s what they mean when they say that someone wailed. It went on forever, it seemed like, her pussy clamping down on my fingers, squeezing them. I wondered if it was ever gonna stop!

Finally, Mommy shuddered again, really hard, and then her body went limp. She just kinda fell down onto the bed. Her breathing was really ragged, deep and hoarse sounding. I stopped moving my fingers inside her, and I moved my mouth away from her clit. Just like she had done last night, though, I stayed there, with my head laying on the top of her thigh. Slowly, I let my fingers slip out of her, and before I did anything else, I brought them to my mouth, tasting the sticky, musky liquid. Then I closed my eyes and just lay there, my fingers lightly stroking through the hair on Mommy’s pussy, kissing her there now and then.

After a little while, her breathing calmed down, and I heard her heave a deep sigh. Her fingers kinda toyed with my hair, playing with it absently.

“Oh, Baby Girl,” she said quietly. “I don’t think that I’ve ever come that hard before in my life. That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced.”

I rolled my eyes up so I could look at her. She was looking down at me, smiling. “You mean it?” I said. “You aren’t just trying to make me feel good?”

She pulled me up then, so that I was laying next to her, my head resting on her shoulder. She stroked my back, making me shiver a little. “I really mean it, Baby,” she said. “I’ve never felt anything like that before in my life.”

She sighed deeply again. “You,” she said, kissing the tip of my nose, “have just succeeded in making me your sex slave, Baby Girl. And that was your first time! I’m almost afraid to find out how good you’re going to be at this when you have some more practice!”

I could feel myself blushing. “I really did okay, then? Really?”

“Baby, trust me,” she said. “No one has ever done what you just did to me. I started coming the moment your mouth touched my pussy, and it just kept getting better and better.”

I felt a warmth rush through my body. I hadn’t really paid attention before, but now that it was over, I realized that I’d been really scared that I wouldn’t do it right, that somehow, I wouldn’t be able to make Mommy feel what I wanted her to feel. I felt myself blush again, and I snuggled down into her shoulder, letting her hold me. We stayed that way for a few minutes, just being close to each other.

“Mommy?” I said after a while.

“Mmm… Yes, Baby Girl?”

I tried not to smile, but I couldn’t help grinning. “If you’re my sex slave,” I said, “does that mean you hafta make love to me anytime I want you to?”

She laughed quietly. “Yes, I suppose it does, Baby. Though I may live to regret telling you that.”

“Then I want you to make love to me, Mommy. Right now, please!”

She rolled me onto my back, looking down at me. She kissed me, gently, staring at me for a few seconds. “Your wish,” she whispered softly, “is my command.”

I smiled and closed my eyes, waiting for her to begin. “Mommy, show me how,” I whispered. “Show me how to do everything…”

The End

By Michelle

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in July 2007 }

Today was the day. I was simply trembling in anticipation. She would be over anytime now. I found myself looking out the window, waiting for her to come walking up the sidewalk to my condo. My heart was aching for this day for sometime now. I felt the familiar tingle between my legs as I thought of her. Thought of her lovely green eyes, her long blond straight hair, her cute little giggle. I let my mind wander back to the events of the past couple months that had led up to this day, this special weekend we would be spending together…

******

It was a hot day in late May when I first met little Erin. Yes, little Erin, ten years old. But I’m getting ahead of myself, first things first.

I was living alone as I had for sometime now. Susan, a thirty three year old single woman. I have never been married and I had lost interest in men some time ago. Actually, I don’t think I ever really had much interest in men. I never considered myself a lesbian, but I was definitely more attracted to women. That probably goes back to a time in my childhood. I was quite shy, never really having more than a couple close friends at a time. When I was younger I had brief affair with a girl. She was my age, thirteen, but it was more or less just experimentation. Just some kissing and heavy petting. I put that episode out of my mind after she moved away. But the thought of being with another girl always lingered in my mind.

I did not date much in high school or college, a couple boyfriends here and there, but I pretty much kept to myself most of the time. It’s not that was ugly or anything. I had long brown hair, a nice figure, a pretty face. I just did not care about having a relationship. After college, I focused on my career. Now here I was thirty three and alone, but wanting something more.

I had moved into this condo last summer. It was a lovely place, and the neighbors very nice. One family in particular, a young couple with a daughter, Tiffany, about eleven. She began coming over to my place soon after I moved in. There were no other kids in the complex for her to play with and I think she was lonely. She would bring me cookies that her mother had baked, ask me if I needed my car washed, chores done, things like that. She was a sweet girl and having her around was nice. I began to enjoy her company and it was nice to have some help around the house.

Now here it was, almost a year later. It was a nice spring day early in May and Tiffany stopped by. She wanted to know if I needed my car washed. I had just got out of the shower after spending a half hour with my shower massager, so I was still a little horny.

I greeted her at the door wearing a white tank top and light pink shorts, my hair still damp from the shower. She was standing at the door wearing a one piece white swimsuit and a pair of tight blue shorts over the bottoms. Her long curly hair falling about her shoulders. Her swimsuit was rather tight and her budding breasts were straining against the material. She had just began to develop a few months ago, after turning twelve in December. Her little nipples were clearly visible thru the fabric.

I felt a flush I had never felt in her company, a tingle between my legs as I stared at her little nipples. What was I feeling here? I had never looked at her like that before.

“Do you want your car washed Susan?” Tiffany said again.

Pulling my gaze away from her sweet little nipples I replied, “I’m sorry sweetheart, I was… just thinking about something. Yes, please. I would like my car washed.”

She walked inside and went to the closet to get the bucket, sponge, and soap. My eyes never left her as she walked down the hall to the closet. Her swimsuit was backless. Her back was so soft looking. Her slender legs disappearing inside her shorts, the line of the swimsuit visible under her shorts. Her little bottom swaying back and forth.

My God! I thought to myself. What am I, some kind of pervert? This little girl is making me horny.

She retrieved the supplies from the closet and walked back down the hall towards me. “Are you okay Susan? You look kinda funny,” she said.

“I’m okay sweetie. Just feeling a little hot.” I answered. Hot… I thought, yeah, I’m hot alright.

She looked at me kind of funny and went outside to my car. I looked down at my tank top and noticed my nipples were rock hard.

I stood at my window and watched her wash my car. She was getting more water on her than the car. Her white swimsuit getting wet and transparent. She had peeled off her shorts and was bent over washing the hood. The suit was too small and it was riding up her perfect little cheeks.

Oh my god, I thought as I felt my pussy begin to get wet. I watched her for a while, watched her little bottom swaying back and forth as she scrubbed my car. The perfect globes of her cheeks underneath the thin fabric of her wet suit. I imagined my hands running over her little bottom, squeezing those tiny cheeks in my hands… I shook the thought out of my mind and went to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of wine.

I was sitting at the table sipping my wine, trying to sort through these feelings I was having. These lustful thoughts about a twelve year old girl, my neighbor, when she walked in the house. “All done!” she exclaimed as she walked down the hall to put the supplies away. I stood and watched her sweet bottom as she walked down the hall. She was showing quite a bit of cheek. I began to breathe deeply, my hands trembling. I sat back down at the table and gulped the rest of the wine.

I was setting the glass down as she returned. My eyes instantly shot to the crotch of her wet suit, her little cameltoe visible through the wet fabric, the tiny lips perfectly outlined. I missed the table with my glass and it fell to the floor, breaking.

“Oh shit!” I exclaimed. “Sorry honey, I didn’t mean to swear.”

“Oh, it’s okay. I’ll get it,” she said, giggling and bent over to pick up the pieces. My pussy was now soaking my shorts as I watched her bend over, her little cheeks wet and shiny, the suit clinging to them.

I knew I could not take much more of this when a little yelp escaped her mouth. “What’s wrong, sweetie?” I asked.

“I cut my finger,” she said.

I took her soft hand in mine and looked at her finger. It was a small cut and not bleeding much. “Come on,” I said and took her into the bathroom to dress her cut.

I sat on the toilet and she stood in front of me. My eyes traveled down the length of her body and focused on her crotch. I reached over and grabbed some antiseptic and took her hand in mine. I sprayed some on her cut and placed a bandage on her finger. It was hard to concentrate with her little body so close to mine.

I was feeling tingling sensations all through my body. I kept stealing a glance at her little cameltoe, wondering what this beautiful flower would look like bare. Would it be hairless, would there be a light dusting of fur? My pussy was throbbing, my nipples erect.

Her tiny voice broke the silence, ” Did you have an accident? ” she said, giggling, pointing to my soaked shorts.

I blushed a deep red. “Oh my, it looks like I did. I must have wet myself when you cut yourself. I guess I was startled.”

She seemed to accept that excuse and smiled. She looked at her bandaged finger and began to turn and walk out, her little ass swaying back and forth. I stood and followed her.

We came into the living room, I grabbed my purse, fished out a five, and handed it to her. “Here you go, Tiff, thanks for the car wash. I’m kinda feeling funny and I need to change my shorts and take a nap.”

She took the money from my trembling hand and thanked me. She walked out the door and said she would see me tomorrow. I waved mindlessly as she closed the door behind her.

I instantly ran to my bedroom and peeled off my shorts. The musky smell of my dripping pussy filled the room. I pulled of my tank top and threw myself on the bed and parted my legs. My hand racing down to my pussy. I began to masturbate furiously. My fingers probing the slick folds of my labia. I began to rub frantic circles around my engorged clit, hard and fast. My other hand caressing my breasts, pinching my nipples. I leaned my head back and moaned loudly.

My mind was flooded with thoughts of a nude Tiffany grinding her bare pussy against mine…

Of her sweet budding breasts in my hungry mouth as I teased her nipples hard…

Of her sitting on my face as I eagerly lapped at the folds of her sweet flower, inhaling its sweet aroma…

Of my tongue probing her tiny sex, flicking her tiny clit as she shuddered with her first orgasm…

I came in waves, soaking my sheets, as these images coursed through my mind. I feel asleep shortly after having the best orgasm I had had in years.

Over the next couple weeks I saw Tiffany off and on. She would stop by and do some chores, car wash, or just chat. She was always wearing shorts or a little tank top or that lovely swimsuit. Always something that I wanted to tear off her little body, to gaze at her perfect naked form before I made sweet love to her.

I tried to keep the lustful thoughts about her out of my head, but it was not working and found myself masturbating as soon as she left. I kept picturing her nude pubescent body against mine as we made love in every imaginably way. She was fueling all my fantasies. I don’t think that girl had a clue as to what I was thinking about her.

I knew that I was sick to have these thoughts, but a part of me didn’t care anymore.

I finally accepted the fact that I was a lesbian pedophile.

******

Then came the fateful day in May when I met little Erin. I was driving home from work and had pulled into the condo unit. I looked over and there was Tiffany playing with a young blonde girl. They were riding their bikes around when Tiff noticed me pulling in.

I parked my car and got out when Tiffany and her little friend rode up to me. She jumped off her bike and threw herself around me, hugging me tightly. “Hi, Susan, how was work?” she said.

“Oh, just fine.” I answered, patting her on the back.

I glanced over to her little friend sitting on her bike. She was blonde with green eyes. She was wearing a gray baseball jersey with black sleeves and a short jeans skirt. She had a waif-like quality about her and the most lovely smile. My heart skipped a beat, she was the most beautiful little girl I had ever seen.

“Who’s your little friend?” I asked.

“Oh, this is Erin, we know each other from school.”

I walked over to her and extended my hand. “Hello, Erin, I’m Susan and I’m pleased to meet you.” I felt electricity shoot though my body as our hands met.

She looked at me and smiled. “Hi Susan,” she said shyly.

We stared into each other’s eyes for several beats. Then, with great reluctance, I pulled my hand away. I looked over at Tiffany, she was wearing long blue shorts and a white tank top. Her little breast buds were pushing against the fabric.

I asked what they had been doing. Tiffany responded, “Just waiting for you to come home so we could wash your car.”

I smiled, “Tiff, you washed my car two days ago. Do you really think it needs it again so soon?”

She giggled. “Yeah, I think so. We need to earn money, we are sooooo broke.”

I laughed. “Well, Tiff. I don’t think I need a car wash right now, but I might have some chores for you to do… tomorrow. I’m very tired tonight and I need to get some rest. You can come over early since it’s Saturday and spend the day helping me. How’s that sound?”

She made a cute little pouty face and said, “Okay, but can Erin help too?”

I looked over at Erin, she smiled shyly, I smiled back and winked at her. “That would be wonderful,” I said.

I waved goodbye as I walked up the walk to my door, thinking about tomorrow…

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Michelle

I awoke the next morning after having the most wonderful dreams. For once my dreams did not include Tiffany, but Erin. I felt a little guilty about that since most of my erotic dreams had been featuring Tiffany and myself. But since meeting Erin last night, I could not get her image out of my head.

Now waking up and feeling a little horny, I began to picture little Erin lying in my bed next to me. Of me kissing her little lips and stroking her blonde hair while staring into her green eyes. Holding her naked body to mine.

My hand slipped down to my panties and I began to trace lazy circles around my lips through the fabric. I closed my eyes and slipped a finger inside. My pussy was soaked already. I began to lightly flick my clit while thinking of Erin. My breath grew deeper as I let my mind and body be carried away on waves of pleasure. I was nearing an orgasm when my doorbell rang…

“Shit!” I said to no one in particular, and pulled my hand away. I jumped out of bed looking at the clock. It was 8:30 in the morning, my panties were soaking wet, my nipples erect, and the room smelled like pussy.

I grabbed a long t-shirt and pulled in over my head as I walked down the stairs to the door. I looked out the peephole and to my surprise, saw Erin standing there. Not Erin and Tiffany, only Erin.

“Hello Erin,” I said as I opened the door. “Where’s Tiffany?”

“She’s not home. When I went to her house, she said her mom wanted her to go run errands with her today and they just left. But I was kinda bored and wondered if I could help you out today. We did say we were coming over to help you.” Erin said.

I looked down at her, my God she was so adorable. Here I was horny as hell, panties soaked, with a cute little girl standing in my doorway. Alarms were going off in my head. My mind was telling me just to send her home, that we could do this some other time when Tiff was here…

“Sure, sweetie, come on in.” I said.

She walked in and I closed the door behind her. She was wearing the same short jeans skirt and a light blue t-shirt today. I was very curious as to what she had on under the skirt. Yesterday when we met I caught a glimpse under her skirt and it looked like she had on some black shorts. I was hoping to get another peek under there today.

“Would you like something to drink, Erin?” I asked.

“Yes, please.” she answered.

I walked into the kitchen and she followed. “I’ve got soda, water, milk, or grape juice. What would you like, dear?”

“I’ll have some water.” she answered.

I poured her a glass and handed it to her. As our fingers met I felt that same electricity I felt yesterday.

“What would you like me to do?” she asked.

About a thousand answers flew through my mind when I considered what I would like her to do, but I simply replied, “ Sweetie, it’s very early, it’s Saturday, and I’m not going to have you do any chores. I feel kinda lazy today. Why don’t we sit together on the couch and just chat? How would you like that?”

She shrugged her shoulders, smiled in the cutest way, and said “Okay.”

I sat on one end of the couch, drawing my knees up under me. She sat on the other side turned slightly to face me. We chatted about the usual things. School, she didn’t like it because she was shy and did not have many friends. Siblings, she had two sisters, one older and one younger. She had to share a room with her younger sister that was seven. She said she didn’t like it because her sister snored. That brought out a round of giggles from us both.

As we sat and chatted, I found myself growing more attracted to her. She was adorable and beautiful. But where my attraction to Tiffany was a physical one, my attraction to Erin was not only physical but emotional as well. This little girl was making me aware that there was something missing in my life.

Not to mention that I was very aroused. I had been very close to an orgasm when she had knocked on my door almost an hour ago, and my feelings had not diminished, but grown stronger.

I knew my panties were still damp and the scent of my excitement was drifting up. I thought Erin might be able to detect the scent in the air. I could see her cute little nostrils flare slightly every once in a while as we talked. By this time she had turned and we were both sitting cross legged on the couch facing each other. I now caught a glimpse under her skirt. She was not wearing the black shorts she had on under them yesterday, but a pair of white cotton panties. I smiled inwardly at the sight. The way they hugged her tiny peach. I felt another wave of emotion, and arousal, course through my body. My God… how I wanted this girl!

I leaned over to her and placed my hands on her little knees. “Erin, I’m so happy you came by today. You’re such a sweet girl and a very good conversationalist.”

She smiled back and blushed, “I’m glad I did too! Tiffany was right, you are a cool lady.”

It was my turn to blush now. “Why thank you, sweetie, that was a nice thing to say. You are welcome to come over anytime and visit, with or without Tiffany. I really am enjoying your company.”

Her eyes lit up in the cutest way. “Do you mean it? Can I really come over anytime I want?”

I smiled. “Of course Erin, anytime. Hey, would you like to see the rest of the condo? If you are going to be helping Tiffany with chores I should show you around.” I swung my legs out and got up off the couch. I thought I saw her steal a glance at my panties as I did this and smiled to myself.

“Sure,” she said and jumped of the couch to join me.

“Okay, my dear, I’ll give you the grand tour,” I said as I presented my arm to her. She hooked hers in mine and giggled.

“You’re already seen the living room and kitchen,” I said as I led her around the area. I pointed to my right, “This is the downstairs bathroom, I use it when I have to pee so bad I can’t make it upstairs.” She giggled at that. “If you’ll follow me upstairs, I’ll show you the rest of the place.”

We climbed up the stairs. Using my best tour guide voice, I said, “This is my upstairs bathroom and over here is my spare bedroom. I keep my computer and other odds and ends in here.”

“Oooo, how nice,” she said, nodding and smiling, trying to mimic a tourist. We both laughed hard and fell against each other giggling. “Now over here we have the master bedroom,” I said as I led her inside.

She looked around. “Wow, it’s so big. I wish my room was this big. And your bed looks so comfy. But it’s not made.” She put her hands on her hips and gave me a scolding look. “You should always make your bed,” she said, giggling.

“Well, young lady, since I was sleeping when you woke me up and didn’t have time to do it before rushing downstairs to answer the door for you, why don’t you make it for me?” I asked.

She jumped over and began to make the bed. I stood and watched this little angel work, my body trembling as she did. I was totally aroused now, watching her pull my sheets and blankets around. I wanted to grab her and throw her down on the bed and make love to her at that moment.

She turned around after finishing, “Now isn’t that better?” she asked.

“Oh yes, you did a wonderful job,” I replied.

With that she jumped up on the bed and laid down on her back with her knees bent. “Wow, it’s comfy!” she exclaimed and began to bounce up and down. I caught another glimpse of her panties as she did this.

I was on fire at this point. Here was a little girl I had met the day before and had been fantasizing about ever since, bouncing around on my bed flashing her panties. My mind was racing with the possibilities.

I shook my head slightly to snap out of the erotic thoughts running through my head. “Now, sweetie, you’re going to mess up the bed you just made if you keep that up,” I said. She just giggled. The sound was like music to my ears. “But… it does look like fun.”

With that I jumped on the bed , landing on my back, and began to bounce around too. She giggled and laughed and began bouncing around faster. Soon we were both giggling and laughing like a couple kids. Well, one of us was a kid, I only felt like one again.

“Tickle fight!” she yelled and begin to tickle me under my arms. I responded by tickling under her arms and sides. We began to roll around on the bed tickling each other, our bare legs touching each other’s.

I rolled on top of her, straddling her thighs and began to tickle her sides. Her shirt had slid up, exposing her bare belly. She pulled her arms up, crossing them over her chest and tossed her head back and forth, side to side, giggling incessantly. She was trying to kick her legs around, but it only resulted in pushing her thighs closer to my crotch.

I decided to let her win, and rolled off and on my back. She was on top of me instantly as we traded positions. She was now straddling my legs and tickling my sides. My shirt had not ridden up as far as hers, but my panties were exposed. I crossed my arms over my chest as she had done, covering my erect nipples. We were both laughing hard.

I had totally given myself to the moment and was in a state pure bliss. Every nerve in my body felt like it was going to explode. My pussy was on fire with hers so close to mine. I’m sure if I touched my clit, or if her sweet peach made contact with mine, I would have had an orgasm at that instant.

“S-stop!” I stammered. “I Give up, please no more, I’ll wet my panties!” With that, she laughed loud and rolled off and lay on her back next to me.

We lay there together, my arm around her. We were both breathing heavily, I from the sexual excitement, and she from the exertion of the play. Or maybe something else. Was she feeling some of the same feelings I was?

I glanced down at her chest. Her tiny nipples were poking the fabric of her t shirt. As our breathing grew more regular and relaxed I felt myself drifting away. My scent of arousal had filled the room like an intoxicating nectar. I’m quite sure she could smell it. She snuggled up close to me and we lay there holding each other quietly. She turned her head and looked up at me, smiling. I smiled back. I wanted to lean in for a kiss but I did not feel the time was right yet. Besides, just lying here snuggled together was wholly satisfying.

We drifted off to sleep together in each other’s arms.

After a while we woke. We had slept for almost an hour. She looked over at the clock and said her mom wanted her home soon.

We got up and went downstairs. “I had fun today, I’ll see you soon,” she said, smiling, and began to walk towards the door. Then she turned quickly, ran back and hugged me close. “I like you,” she said blushing.

I leaned down and kissed her forehead. “I like you too,” I said with so much emotion I thought my voice would crack.

She scampered off and out the door flashing her cute smile and waving. I stood there like a statue for a long moment, trembling. I climbed up the stairs and collapsed on my bed again. I could smell her on my sheets and pillow. My mind raced back to the “tickle fight” we had. The images of her white panties flashing in my mind. Of her cute face. Of her long blond hair. Her sweet smile, her tiny nipples poking through her t-shirt.

I slipped my panties off and began to play with myself. I came almost instantly. I lay there basking in the afterglow thinking about Erin. About how much I wanted to be with her.

Only a few hours together and I felt like I was falling in love with her.

******

I saw Erin off and on over the next couple weeks. But Erin had yet to stop by alone again. She and Tiffany would stop by and do housework for me, wash my car, or just hang out. The times they were over were fun. Every once in a while during their visits I would catch Erin stealing a glance at my chest. I always made sure to wear the tightest shirts I could find, with no bra. My nipples were almost always erect. Or I would catch her giving me a flirtatious smile, at least that’s how I interpreted it, when Tiffany wasn’t looking. Of course I would return the smile and give her a wink. She would blush and turn away smiling.

I was in a state of constant arousal when the girls were over. Tiffany may have kindled my desire for little girls, but it was Erin that was fueling the fire now burning in my heart and soul. I wanted her to come over alone. I was not sure I could trust myself, but part of me no longer cared. I had been alone for so long now and she had brought something into my life I was missing.

******

It was late afternoon one Saturday. I was sitting on the deck sipping a glass of wine reading a book when I heard my doorbell ring. I placed the novel aside and got up. It was a warm pleasant day and I was dressed accordingly, shorts and a tank top.

I walked through living room and peeked out the window. My heart leapt, there was Erin standing at the door, alone!

I opened the door and Erin burst in. “Hi Susan!” she said excitedly and threw her arms around me, hugging me tightly. Her head nestled on my breasts.

“Hi back, sweetie! And how’s my little princess today?” I asked, innocently kissing the top of her head.

“Oh, just super. I stopped by Tiffany’s and she wasn’t home, so I decided to come visit you. You don’t mind, do you?” she asked.

I had been waiting for this for a couple weeks now, and my heart was racing. She was wearing a cute little white tank top and a pair of yellow shorts that came to the middle of her thighs. “Of course not, angel, I’m glad you stopped by. Can you stay long?” I asked.

She tilted her head to the side, “As long as I want. My mom is gone and Terri (her older sister) is watching Jamie (her younger sister). She told me I was being a pest and I should go out and play. Sooooooo, here I am!”

I smiled back at her. “Wonderful, sweetheart. Would you care for a drink?” I asked.

“What are you drinking?” she said. I was holding my wine glass which was half full.

“Well, I’m having wine, but I can get you some grape juice and put it in a wine glass so you can pretend you’re having some too. Would you like that?” I asked as we walked into the kitchen.

“Oh lovely, that would be great!” She was beaming.

I filled her glass with juice and topped mine off with some more Merlot. “Come join me on the deck, Erin, and lets enjoy the afternoon together,” I said as I took her warm hand in mine.

We sat in chairs on the deck, me sipping my wine and she her grape juice. We caught up since her last visit. She was tired of her older sister watching her while her mom worked. “She treats me like a baby!“ She was tired of sharing a room with her younger sister. “Her snoring is getting worse!” She was glad school was out. “Everyone there is a jerk!” She was kind of sad because Tiffany was going away to summer camp next week and she would not have anyone to hang out with. “What am I gonna do all summer?” she said.

I placed my hand on her knee and leaned in closer. “I said you can come over and visit me anytime you want, after work, on the weekends, whenever. I know I’m not your age, Erin, but I enjoy your company and I hope you enjoy mine. That is if you don’t mind hanging out with an older lady.”

She blushed and I saw little tears well in her eyes. “Do you mean it? I can really hang out with you? Oh Susan, I’m so happy!” She leaned forward to hug me, and in the process, spilled the rest of her juice on the bottom of her shorts.

“Oh, poop!” she exclaimed. I giggled at her expletive. “Now I’ve done it. These are new and Mom’s gonna be so mad. I guess I better get home so I can wash them,” she said as she stood up to leave.

“Oh sweetie, that will stain if you don’t get them in the wash soon, but there is no reason for you to leave, I can wash them for you.” I said.

“Can you really? You don’t mind?” she asked.

“Yes Erin, it’s not a problem. But I’m afraid I don’t have any shorts that will fit you, so if you don’t mind running around in your panties for a while, I’ll get them in the wash right away.”

She blushed. I blushed too at the thought of her wearing only panties and her tank top. “Okay. But we can’t sit out here anymore. I don’t want anyone peeking at me,” she said.

We went inside. “Okay, get out of those shorts, young lady!” I said.

She giggled and ran into the bathroom closing the door. My mind was spinning. What was I thinking? The wine had definitely reached my head. I had just basically told her to strip to her panties and tank top, and she was in the bathroom doing that right now. Just be good, I told myself. You can handle it. I kept repeating this in my head like a mantra. I closed my eyes and waited.

The door opened and Erin came out. She was holding her shorts out in front of her. “I rinsed them out a little, but the stain is still there.”

I took them, glancing down at her. Her panties were white with little flowers on them. They looked a little small and absolutely adorable! I made eye contact with her. “I’ll put some stain remover on them, honey, they should be good as new,” I said, opening the laundry closet. She watched me squirt the stain remover on them and toss them in the washer. I turned it on and closed the door.

We walked back to the living room together, my eyes glued to her little bottom swaying back and forth in front of me. “Well, it could be worse. You could have got some on your panties too. Then they would be in the wash too, and you’d have to run around here with that cute little bottom of yours all bare,” I said, smiling at the visual.

She giggled, blushed, and then looked down at her panties. “I didn’t get any on them, did I?” she asked.

I knelt down and looked intently at the front of her panties. They were hugging her sweet little peach nicely, outlining the sides of her little lips and the cleft in the middle. My face was just a foot away from the object of my desire. My heart was pounding. I was flushed and I’m sure my face was red. My pussy was dripping with desire.

“Well, did I?” she asked.

“N-no, sweetie, they l-look… fine. Um, turn around and I’ll check the back,” I said in a shaky voice.

She turned slowly and bent slightly to present me with her bottom. Her panties were so snug and fit her little butt tightly. The legs of her panties had crept up and the bottoms of her cheeks were showing. I could make out the dark line between her cheeks as it traveled upwards. The waistband just barely covering the top of her tiny crack. With a shaking hand I reached out, wanting to caress her perfect rear. I let my finger gently brush her panty-covered cheek and felt a searing heat in my pussy, like fire. I shuddered, pulling my hand away.

I gave a deep sigh. “N-no Erin, nothing back here either,” I said quietly.

She turned back to face me. Her face was a little flushed too. Her tiny nipples were now visible as they poked against her tank top.

I began to stand up, and felt my legs shake and knees grow weak. I was feeling dizzy. “I feel lightheaded Erin, I need to sit down,” I said as I stumbled to the couch.

As I sat down on the couch, Erin came and stood before me. She looked at me with concern. “Are you alright, Susan?” she asked.

“Yes dear, I’ll be fine. I just felt a little dizzy, that’s all. Can you go get me a glass of water, please?”

She nodded her head and ran off to the kitchen, her little bottom bouncing, to get me water. I placed my head between my thighs to restore the blood to my head. I was thinking about how close I came to grabbing her little cheek in my hand. How would she have reacted?

I heard her approach and looked up as she stood in front of me. I let my gaze travel from her cute little feet, up her slender legs, to the crotch of her panties. I took a long moment to gaze at that precious mound, trying to imagine what it would look like bare. I continued to raise my head, I looked at her tiny nipples poking though her tank top. I finally made eye contact.

“Here you go, Susan,” she said, handing me the water.

I took the glass from her and drank deeply, then placed it on the end table. “Thank you Erin, I feel better now.”

She sighed. “Whew, you kinda scared me, Susan. I’m glad you’re alright now.”

She stared at me intently and I back at her. Our eyes were locked into each other’s. She smiled mischievously and said, “Can I ask you something?”

I nodded my head, “Sure. Anything, sweetheart.”

Then, as if floodgates had opened, she was all questions…

“How come you don’t have a boyfriend?” she asked.

“I don’t want one.”

“How come you’re not married?”

“Well, you have to have a boyfriend first, and since I don’t want one, that’s why.”

“Why don’t you want a boyfriend?”

“I’m just not interested in men.”

“Why?”

“I’m just not. I don’t really care for their company.”

“Boys are yucky.”

“Yes they are Erin, and so are men.” “

Are you a…” She paused, thinking about what she was going to say, “um… lesbian?”

“Where did you learn about lesbians?”

“School, TV, movies. Are you?”

I sat there a moment, thinking about what I would say to her. What would she do if I told her? Would she stop coming over, would she tell her mom, sisters, Tiffany?

I sighed deeply and said, “Yes, Erin. I am a lesbian. I like girls and not men. I think I have most of my life. Are you okay with that?”

She leaned in and hugged me. “I don’t care, you are a nice lady and I like you.” she said.

That simple statement from her, the utter honesty I heard in her voice, the matter-of-fact way she said it had me on the verge of tears.

I hugged her back, drawing her up on my lap. “I’m so glad you feel that way, Erin,” my voice cracked with emotion. “I was afraid you would stop coming over if I told you.”

We looked into each other’s eyes for the longest moment. She broke the silence asking, “Do you like me?”

I smiled and said, “Erin, you know I do.”

“That’s not what I meant,” she said. “I um… mean… um, do you like me, um, like a um… you know…” Her voice trailed off.

“Do you mean do I like you like a… girlfriend?” I asked.

She turned her head blushing. “Yeah, like a girlfriend,” she said quietly.

I did not know what to say. Events were running out of control. I was on a slippery slope and there was no way back. Here she was sitting on my lap in her panties and a thin tank top, looking in my eyes, waiting for an answer.

I swallowed hard. My pulse racing. Every nerve in my body on fire. The warmth of her body next to mine. The feelings of arousal and yearning in my body were too much to bear. I moved my hands to her shoulders and looked her in the eyes. “Yes, Erin, I like you like a girlfriend. In fact, I think, I-I-I think I love you.”

There, I said it. There was no turning back now. She looked at me deeply for such a young girl. She smiled that cute smile of hers and said. “ I love you too, Susan.”

Words cannot express what I felt at that moment. I was on a euphoric high that was indescribable. It was like a huge weight had been lifted off my chest and I could breathe again. I felt tears well in my eyes, saw tears in Erin’s too.

I moved my hands from her shoulders to the sides of her face, ran my fingers through her hair, and drew her face close to mine, our lips brushed together and met.

We kissed.

Our lips pressed softly together. A sweet gentle kiss. A kiss full of mutual love. It felt like it lasted for an eternity.

I slowly parted my lips and my tongue entered her mouth. She responded. Awkwardly at first, but then following my lead, our tongues began to dance together ever so softly. I caressed the sides of her face gently as our kiss grew more intense and full of passion.

After what seemed like a lifetime I broke the kiss and pulled back. We looked deeply into each other’s eyes. She was trembling, as was I. “Are you okay, Erin?” I asked, my voice cracking with emotion.

“I feel all tingly all over,” was her response.

“I do too, sweetheart, I do too.” I took her hand in mine and kissed it gently. “Erin, we need to talk about this.” I said. “This is really important. Do you understand?” She nodded.

“Erin, you know I love you and I do not want to hurt you. That tingly feeling we both have right now is because we are both sexually aroused. That happens when two people care about each other and kiss like we just did. Understand?” Another nod yes.

“Okay. But I am a grown woman and you are still a little girl. People would not understand the way we are feeling right now. And I could get into a lot of trouble and go to jail if anyone found out about this. Understand?”

She nodded. “Yes, Susan, I do understand. I don’t want you to get into trouble and go away.” She seemed on the verge of tears. “I promise I will not tell anyone about this, ever!”

I hugged her close and held her against me for the longest time. The feeling of having her on my lap held so close had me on the verge of an orgasm. Well, maybe not an orgasm. I can’t explain what I was feeling. I was in a heightened state of arousal like I had never felt before. I was happy and content to just remain as we were, holding each other and feeling the electricity flow back and forth though us. I was caressing her hair, her face, her arms, her legs. I think I was consciously avoiding touching her anyplace else. For some reason I did not want to take the next step, knowing that would come soon enough. I subconsciously knew I needed to give this little angel time to digest all that had happened this afternoon.

I leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips, a quick loving kiss. She smiled gently.

We sat together like that for quite sometime. Just holding each other. We would kiss a little. Caress each other, and kiss more. I felt at peace with myself. I felt an empty space in my heart had been filled, at long last. We began to doze off when the washing machine sounded and broke the silence.

“I think your shorts are ready for the dryer now, Erin,” I said.

She sighed lazily and pulled herself off my lap. We walked together to the laundry closet and I pulled out her wet shorts. “Look Erin, the stain did come out.” I tossed them in the dryer and turned it on, closing the door.

I took her hand and led her back to the couch, and she was on my lap again in an instant. We sat there looking at each other. Holding each other, caressing each other, kissing each other. Basking in the glow of our new feelings for each other.

Soon, her shorts were dry and she had put them on and was ready to leave. We hugged and kissed one last time before she went home. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Susan.” she said.

“And I’ll see you too,” I replied. She waved goodbye and walked out the door.

I watched mesmerized as she left. I dropped to my knees and broke down in tears of joy.

I lay on the floor holding myself, crying.

I was totally and helplessly in love.

Continue on to Chapter 3

By Michelle

She would be over soon. I could feel it. I felt giddy like a schoolgirl on her first date. I paced around the living room, waiting. Reminiscing about the last couple months had only made me more anxious for Erin to arrive. I sat down at the table and began to think about the last couple of weeks. The weeks leading to this day. Our weekend together alone at the sea…

******

I awoke the next morning. I had cried myself to sleep on the floor. At some point I must have wandered upstairs and gone to bed, but I don’t remember doing so.

I slowly climbed out of bed and walked downstairs. I made some coffee and sat down at the table to sort through my feelings.

I was in love with this girl. I kept thinking about holding her and kissing her. Those special moments we spent together yesterday. I had wanted to take her to my room and make love to her then and there; it very hard not to. But something inside me told me it was not yet time.

I did not even masturbate about her last night, and that was a first!

I was wondering how Erin was dealing with all these new feelings, too. She seemed so into it yesterday, but I was a bit worried that I’d scared her. That she would tell her mother, sisters, or someone else. I could just picture it now. Cops at my door, hauling me away to prison for making out with a little girl.

That thought made me angry. What Erin and I shared yesterday was not perverted. I felt nothing but love for her and would never do anything to harm her.

I sat sipping my coffee with shaking hands.

After my morning shower, I was back at the table trying to relax. This was extremely difficult, so I decided to get up and go for a walk to burn off some energy.

I was walking down the street from the condo and had just passed a cute little home when I heard my name.

“Susan!!”

I turned to look and saw Erin running out of the door towards me. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. She collided with me, almost knocking me over as she wrapped her arms around my waist.

“Hi, Erin!” I said. “I had no idea you lived there. This is a nice surprise.”

“I was looking out the window and I saw you walk by. I got so excited! I just had to see you again!” she said, beaming with excitement.

I smiled down at her as she looked up at me. We stepped back from our embrace, holding each other’s hands.

“I’m glad you ran out, Erin. I’m really happy to see you, too! How are you today?” I said.

“I feel great! I had such a good time with you yesterday. It was all I could think about last night and all this morning,” Erin said, blushing. “I was going to come over and visit soon. I’m sooooo glad I saw you!”

“I’m glad too, sweetheart. Would you care to go for a walk?” I asked.

“I’d love to,” she said.

We walked along, talking about the events of yesterday. She told me she kept her promise and did not tell anyone and never would. Hearing that was a relief. We talked about kissing each other. She told me she had never felt anything like that before.

She told me how much she wanted to kiss some more. I told her that I loved kissing her just as much, and we would do it again soon. I had accepted the fact that I was in love with her. I wanted to be with her intimately. It was then I decided that our first time together as lovers, our first time sharing each other in the most intimate way, had to be someplace special.

I have always loved the coast. The sounds and smells of the ocean. The birthplace of us all. It was one of the most romantic places I could think of, and it would be there that Erin and I would make love for the first time.

But now, how to get to that point? I couldn’t just take her to the coast for a weekend, after all, she is only ten.

I could picture myself walking up to her home.

“Hi, Mrs. Erin’s mom. I’m Susan, a lesbian pedophile, and I’d love to take your daughter to the beach for a weekend. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Oh of course not, I have two other daughters too. Would you mind taking them as well?”

“Oh it would be my pleasure! I’ll have them back in one piece, more or less.”

I laughed out loud as I thought of this. Erin looked up at me, smiling.

“What’s so funny?” she asked.

“I was just thinking about something, sweetie, that’s all. Hey, why don’t you take me to meet your mom?” I asked.

“Do you mean it? You really want to meet my mom? Erin asked.

“I do. But we need to be very careful. We can’t let on that we are girlfriends. Understand?” I said.

“I understand. I’ll be good, I promise.” Erin said grinning mischievously.

I gave her a little pat on the butt. “That’s my girl,” I said.

I trusted her completely. I just hoped I would not give my feelings away.

******

I met her mom that evening. She was a nice woman, about thirty six years old. Carol was her name. She looked like an older version of Erin. She had long blond hair, a pretty face, and a good figure for a woman who’d had three kids.

Erin introduced me as Susan, the lady that lives by Tiffany. Carol told me that she had heard Tiffany’s parents talk about me and they had nothing but nice things to say. We chatted for quite a while. She told me that her husband had left her a few years ago and had never come back. He didn’t care about his daughters and was a deadbeat. Carol said she was just grateful she had a good job and was able to take care of her kids all on her own.

She had two other daughters — Terri, sixteen, and Jamie, seven. Terri had said “Hi,” when I came in and then, like most sullen teenagers, went right back to her room and turned on music. Jamie was a cute little girl, and looked like Erin must have when she was that age. Jamie just sat on the couch watching TV.

I told her a bit about myself. College, my job, the usual chit chat. We seemed to hit it off right away. I was glad I had made the decision to meet her. I felt a little guilty about my reasons, however. I could omly imagine what she would think if she knew.

She told me she was glad Erin had made friends with Tiffany. Erin was shy, she said, and didn’t make friends easily. She was also happy that Erin and Tiffany were learning to make money on their own at such a young age. She was also glad I was helping in that aspect. She hoped they weren’t a bother. I assured her that they weren’t, and I enjoyed the company.

I told her Erin was kind of sad that Tiff would be going to summer camp soon, and she would miss her. I let Carol know that Erin could continue to help me out around the home and earn a little spending money in the process.

She was happy about that, since Terri had to babysit both of them in the summer and sometimes got tired looking out for them. Jamie could be quite a handful, she said. “Anything to keep a teenager happy,” she told me, laughing.

I left later that evening, glad I had met her. I had hugged her when I left, and gave Erin an innocent little hug too. I went home alone thinking about Erin and when we could steal away to the beach together. Soon, I thought, but just take it slowly…

******

The next week went by rather quickly. I worked, came home, Erin would come over and visit. Sometimes with Tiffany and sometimes alone. When she and Tiff would stop by it was business as usual, doing some light housework, a little TV, just hanging out. Erin and I were quite discreet when Tiffany was along. Never letting on what was going on between us.

When Erin came by alone, it was a different story. We would end up wrapped in each other’s arms as soon as the door shut.

And our make out sessions were becoming more intense. But I avoided touching her most intimate places while we kissed, and simply focused on gentle caresses. Her arms, her legs, her face. Erin loved kissing and caressing me as well, always following my lead.

That little girl was becoming quite an excellent kisser in the process! I guess I was a good teacher.

We were learning each other’s soft caresses and forming an intense bond between us. A bond of love and friendship that I felt in my heart would last forever.

******

It’s wonderful when events transpire the way you want so quickly. It’s almost scary. Like Fate says to you, “Here’s a favor, but one day I’ll be back to collect.”

It was Thursday evening about nine o clock. Tiffany had left for summer camp on Monday, and Erin and I had spent every afternoon and evening together since. Erin had left about an hour ago. Our caresses had grown very intense this afternoon, and it was all I could do not to take it to the next level. I was about ready to give up on my plan to take her to the beach. I simply did not know how much more I could take of this intensity without making love to her. It was then that the phone rang…

“Hello?” I said as I placed the receiver to my ear.

“Hi, Susan? It’s me, Carol. Do you have a minute?”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“I need to ask you a huge favor. You can say no if you want and I’ll understand.”

“What is it?”

“I have an emergency, and I need to go out of town this weekend. Normally I would have Terri watch the girls, but she is away with friends, camping for the weekend. Now Jamie is staying with a friend from school, so that’s not a problem. But that leaves Erin with no one to watch her. I asked Tiffany’s parents, but they are going away for the weekend too. Would you mind watching Erin for the weekend? I know she likes spending time with you, in fact she brought up the idea. Would it be to much to ask?”

I felt my heart pounding in my chest. My god! What luck, I thought! I smiled, picturing Erin asking her mother if she could stay with me.

“Well, I was planning on taking a trip to the coast this weekend, but…”

“Oh, it’s alright then, I can try…”

“But,” I said, cutting her off, “if you don’t mind, Erin can come along too.”

“Really, you don’t mind? That would be fine with me. Erin will have a great time, she just loves the beach.”

“I’d be happy for the company, Carol. It’s really no bother at all. We’ll have lots of fun together.”

“That’s great, Susan. I’m so relieved. When are you leaving?”

“Early Friday afternoon. When do you need to leave?”

“Friday morning. Can I send her over then?”

“That would be fine, I’ll see her then.”

“Thanks again Susan, you’re a lifesaver!”

“You’re welcome, Carol. Take care.”

“Bye.”

I hung up the phone and stared blankly into space. I was so emotional I thought I would burst into tears. It would be this weekend, tomorrow. Friday.

Erin and I would make love for the first time.

******

So that’s how it all began. The events that led to this day. This day I have been awaiting for so long. I stood up and walked to the window. I peeked out. Erin was walking up the sidewalk with her little overnight bag flung across her shoulder.

We left for the beach shortly after.

The drive to the coast was uneventful. We got to the motel around two o clock. After checking in and tossing our belongings in the room, Erin went to the bathroom and changed into a little pink sundress. She looked adorable. I put on a short jeans skirt and a snug tank top. I looked pretty hot, if I say so myself. Then Erin wanted to go for a drive. I loved the idea. We left the motel and drove up the coast highway. It was a beautiful day for a drive. The sky was cloudless, the ocean dark blue.

We drove to a little tourist town a few miles from the motel and spent the rest of the afternoon walking about the stores, window shopping. We walked along holding hands, and chatted about everything and nothing. I kept looking at Erin and thinking how lucky I was to have met her. I was totally and hopelessly in love with her. I did not care that she was just a child. She had brought so much into my life.

We saw a sign advertising a whale watching cruise. Erin wanted to go. She said she had never been on the ocean before. How could I say no to her? We bought our tickets, and soon we were at sea. Erin was a bit nervous and clung to me the whole time. But she told me she wasn’t really scared, she just liked to be close to me. We didn’t see any whales, but just being together on the ocean made the day more romantic.

After the cruise we decided to grab some dinner. We ate at a cute little restaurant overlooking the ocean. The restaurant was filled with other couples. I’m sure people thought that she was my daughter or niece. No one had a clue that we were also a couple.

After dinner we strolled back to my car. We stood by my car and watched the sunset. I placed my arm around her shoulders and hugged her close. She snuggled close to me. It was beginning to get chilly, but the warmth in our bodies seemed to keep us comfortable. She looked up at me with her lovely green eyes. She was smiling softly. I smiled back at her.

“Susan?” she said.

“Yes, Erin.”

“I love you.”

I felt tears roll down my cheeks. That simple statement brought so much emotion to the surface. I could feel the honesty in her words. Those three little words. I knew she meant it. It was not the first time she had said it, but being here watching the sunset after spending a romantic day together made it more meaningful, more real.

“I love you too, Erin, more than you know,” I said, my voice heavy with emotion.

“I know you do, Susan.” She smiled shyly, blushing. “That’s why I want to go back to the motel right now. I want to be in bed with you.”

I looked over at her. She was glowing. She had bedroom eyes to die for. I looked deeply into those eyes. Oh, how I loved this girl!

“Are you sure, sweetie?” I asked as I gently ran my fingers through her hair.

“I’m sure, Susan.” she said.

“Come on Erin, let’s go. It’s time for bed.”

******

When we got back to the motel, the sun had set and it was now dark. I fumbled for the key card with shaking hands. I opened the door and we went inside. I closed it behind us as Erin flipped the light on. I tossed my purse on the table and kicked off my shoes.

“Erin, sweetie, go and get ready for bed.” I said, my voice cracking.

She smiled, grabbed her overnight bag, and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

I peeled off my skirt and tossed it aside. I lay down on the bed, wearing only panties and my tank top. My heart was pounding, my hands sweating. I rolled to my side and propped my head on my hand. I watched the bathroom door, waiting for her to emerge.

She walked out of the bathroom shyly. She had removed her sundress and was wearing a long t-shirt. It must have belonged to her mother, because it came down to her knees. The shirt was hanging off her left shoulder, her bare skin exposed. She looked so innocent, yet so sexy. I swallowed hard as my heart fluttered. I smiled and patted the bed next to me. She walked over slowly, glowing like an angel. Smiling, she climbed up on the bed and lay facing me.

“Erin,” I said, placing my hand on her shoulder. “Do you understand what will happen tonight?”

“Yes, Susan, I do,” she answered in a quiet voice.

“We don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do, sweetie,” I said, caressing her shoulder.

“I know Susan. But I really want to. I have wanted to ever since we started kissing each other. I love the way you treat me. You make me feel so special.” She smiled. “I love it when you kiss and hold me. It makes me feel tingly all over. Especially down there.” She blushed.

“Oh Erin, I love you so much right now. You are the best thing that has happened to me in my whole life,” I said, choking back emotion.

“I love you too, Susan. I always will. Now, are you gonna kiss me or what?” she said, giving me that cute little grin that I had grown to love so much.

I laughed, releasing some of my pent up emotion. “I most certainly am going to kiss you, young lady, and so much more.”

I reached out and caressed her cheek, slowly, softly. She closed her eyes and leaned into my hand. She sighed deeply. My hand slid behind her back and I drew her closer to me. Our lips met and we began to kiss. Her mouth parted to receive my tongue, beginning the familiar dance we had shared so many times before.

As we kissed passionately, my hand slid down her side and caressed her soft leg. Our kisses grew more intense. I slid my hand back up her leg, reaching the hem of her shirt, pushing it up over her hip to expose her panties. I slid my hand behind and cupped her little bottom gently, giving it a slight squeeze. It felt so soft in my hand.

I broke away from our kiss and began to nuzzle her neck, inhaling her sweet smell. She moaned softly. We continued like this for some time. Nuzzling and kissing while I caressed and squeezed her little bottom. My fingers teasing each cheek.

“Erin,” I said. “I think it’s time we got these clothes out of the way.”

She nodded wordlessly.

I pulled her up so we were sitting on our knees facing each other. Her face was flushed with excitement. My heart was pounding in my chest. I took the hem of her shirt and began to raise it slowly. She lifted her arms above her head and closed her eyes. The hem was just below her nipples. I closed my eyes and finished pulling it off and over her head.

I opened my eyes slowly and looked at her chest. She was completely flat, but that was no surprise. But seeing her pink dime sized areolas for the first time brought a new wave of excitement, and wetness, to my already slick pussy. I gasped at the sight. Her tiny nipples were completely erect and standing out like two very small eraser heads. They were calling to me and I answered immediately.

I leaned forward and placed my hands on her chest. My thumbs began tracing circles around her areolas and teasing her hard little nipples. She trembled at my touch. I leaned her back and she stretched her legs out so she was laying down flat. I took a moment to admire the lovely form before me. Erin laying on a soft bed, with only her thin panties on. The last barrier before I would see her naked for the first time.

I laid down beside her, caressing her left nipple with my right hand. I brought my head down to her chest and started kissing her right nipple. Lightly at first. Kissing the area around her tiny hard nipple. I opened my mouth and began sucking on it while gently squeezing and rubbing the other. She moaned softly and squirmed on the bed, moving her tiny hips back and forth.

I alternated back and forth between her sweet nipples. Kissing and caressing each one in turn. She had her arms stretched out to the side, trembling with a pleasure, a new sensation she had never felt before. My hand slowly began to slide down her firm belly. I gave her right nipple a last little kiss, brought my lips to hers, and we kissed.

My hand continued its journey down her belly. My searching fingers encountered the waistband of her panties. I lifted my hand up and cupped her soft mound through the thin fabric of her panties. She moaned deeply into my mouth as I pressed down softly, her legs parting for me.

I felt the warmth and moistness between her legs. I traced my finger on each lip, and then slid it upward in her tiny slit. She shuddered and moaned even deeper into our passionate kiss. My finger made contact with her tiny clit through her damp panties. She squealed and broke our kiss.

“Oh, Susan!” Erin screamed loudly.

I looked in her eyes with concern. “Are you okay, Erin?” I asked softly.

“O-oh yessssss!!” she hissed. “M-my w-whole body just f-felt like it would explode.”

I smiled. “That’s normal, sweetheart. I just touched your clitoris. The most sensitive part of your pussy. That feeling you just felt will continue to build as we make love.”

“Mmmmm, touch it again,” she said.

“Gladly my love, gladly. But let’s get these panties out of the way.”

I rose up and knelt beside her. I looked down at her as she lay on the bed. Her face and chest flushed with her growing excitement. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever laid eyes on. She looked so innocent, yet erotic. A girl child about to experience something new and wondrous.

My chest was heaving, my nipples hard. I pulled my tank top over my head and flung it aside. She looked up wide-eyed at my breasts. Staring at my dark areolas and fully erect nipples. I leaned back down and ran my hands down her sides to the waistband of her panties. I hesitated, wanting to draw this moment out. This moment I had been awaiting for so long.

I hooked a finger on each side and began to slowly lower them. The band was now at the very top of her mound, ready to expose her sweet peach. I pulled them a tiny bit more, the top of her cleft now visible. My hands were shaking, every nerve in my body afire. I felt electricity flowing from my fingertips though my body to my throbbing pussy. Holding my breath, I lowered them more, uncovering the most beautiful sight I had ever beheld.

I gazed at the present now before me. It seemed that time had stopped. I took in every detail of her bare mound. The way her tiny lips looked, the dark cleft in the middle. Her little pussy was swollen with arousal. Her scent wafting up towards me. I inhaled deeply. The scent was intoxicating.

Her outer labia was glistening with her excitement. She lifted her bottom off the bed slightly as I pulled her panties off her bottom and down her thighs. She bent her knees up, and I slid them over her knees and down to her ankles. I pulled each foot out of the leg band. Her panties were now off and in my hand. I brought them to my nose and inhaled deeply. This brought a new wave of arousal and tingling to my swollen pussy. I placed them on the bed beside us, and leaned forward to enjoy the most intimate gift she could give me.

Erin opened her legs wide as I moved between them. I stretched out flat on the bed, lying on my tummy between her thighs. My face was just inches away from her sex, a delicate peach, soft and luscious. Her tiny inner lips had began to poke out like a little tongue, teasing me. I slowly traced a finger on her outer labia. She shuddered and moaned softly. It felt so soft and so sweet. I inhaled again, enjoying the fragrance of this precious flower before me.

I ran my finger between her lips, teasing her inner labia out more. She was slick with excitement. I spread her outer lips apart and gazed inside. I began teasing her tiny lips while she shuddered and moaned, writhing on the bed in ecstasy. I pushed up her clitoral hood and gazed lovingly at the tiny swollen clit. I touched it softly. She clenched her cheeks and rose up off the bed slightly, pushing her sex towards me. I leaned forward and ran the flat of my tongue up her wet slit, letting the tip contact her clit.

“OH, SUSAN!” she screamed. “More, more, more!!”

I smiled up at her from between her thighs. She was looking down at me, waiting for me to resume, waiting for my tongue to touch her sensitive clit. I smiled and brought my face back down to her sweet flower. I licked her slit and pressed my tongue inside her walls. The tip of my tongue probing her, licking her, tasting her sweet pure nectar.

She was writhing on the bed. She bent her knees up and spread her legs wider, opening up the delicate petals of her flower. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and pulled her even closer. I took her tiny clit in my mouth and began to suck it in slowly, teasing the tip with my tongue. She was quivering and moaning, her arms stretched out beside her, clutching the sheets in her hands.

Her pussy was leaking more than I thought possible for such a little girl. Her juices flowing like a river. My face was slick with her wetness as I buried my face deeper into her most special place.

Then her tiny body began to shake. She started yelling out my name.

“Susan! Susan! Oh, Susan!!”

Her body was trembling, I knew she was she was seconds away from her first orgasm. The intensity of all our encounters had built to this moment. I slid my hand down between my own legs. My pussy had soaked my panties, and was now drenching the sheets below me. My own orgasm was seconds away. My clit was like a fuse that just needed to be touched. I knew that as soon as I touched it, I would come in waves.

I lifted my hips and thrust my hand inside my panties as Erin tensed and squeezed her thighs together.

Then everything happened at once.

My finger made contact with my clit, the world stopped moving.

Erin screamed out in pleasure, her body tensed.

Wave after wave of intense pleasure shot through me, radiating out from my clit to every nerve in my body.

We came together as one body, one heart, one soul.

I lay there a moment as the wonderful feelings began to subside. Erin was breathing heavily, her eyes closed. I pulled my panties off and crawled up to lie beside her. We held each other for the longest time. I cannot describe the feelings I felt at this moment.

I had just made love to the girl of my dreams.

I had just experienced the most fantastic, intense orgasm in my life.

I looked over at her flushed face and the glow in her cheeks. She opened her eye and gazed at me lovingly.

“Erin, how do you feel?” I asked.

She opened her mouth to speak, but was at a loss for words.

“Susan,” she said after she found her voice. “I feel so, so…” her voice trailed off.

“Wonderful?” I said.

“Loved.” she answered.

“So do I.” I said quietly.

I pulled her close and we kissed softly until she snuggled up and fell asleep in my arms.

******

Morning came and found us sleeping peacefully. The peaceful sleep of lovers. I was on my back and Erin curled up beside me, breathing softly. Her leg was thrown over mine, an arm across my breasts, her face nuzzled in my neck. I awoke with the awareness of her warm soft pussy in contact with my thigh. I looked over at her. She was sleeping like an angel. I reached over and caressed her soft face, she stirred and opened her eyes slowly, blinking once. A broad smile on her lovely face.

“Good morning, princess.” I said softly. “Did you sleep well?”

“Mmmmm, yes,” Erin said stretching her free arm out and yawning.

“Me too, princess. I had the best sleep I’ve had in years.”

“Did you have good dreams?” she asked.

“The best, Erin.”

“Did you dream about me?” she said.

“I always do, lover.”

She smiled again, that lovely sweet smile I have grown to love. I caressed her face again and she snuggled closer to me, pushing her soft sex into my thigh. Her movement sent a wave of arousal through me.

“What do you want to do today?” I asked.

“Stay in bed with you all day!” she said giggling.

I smiled at the thought. It sounded like a wonderful idea that I could easily accommodate.

“Do you want to talk about last night?” I asked.

“Sure.” she said smiling. “What do you want to talk about?”

“Just what you’re feeling, Erin. Please share it with me.” I said.

She took a deep breath and smiled.

“You made me feel so good last night, Susan. They way you touched me and kissed me and made my body all tingly and warm.” she said blushing. “I really liked it when you kissed my…” she giggled. “pussy. That felt the best! And when you licked my cli… cleet… what did you call it?”

“Clitoris,” I answered smiling.

“Yeah!” she said with widening eyes. “My clitoris. Cli-tor-is.” she said, drawing the word out. “That was the best! I felt like my whole body was on fire and I thought I was gonna blow up! What’s my clitoris do?”

“Well, sweetie, it’s the most sensitive part of your pussy. Its only purpose is to give girls sexual pleasure. When I touched it and kissed it and licked it, I gave you an orgasm. And when you had your orgasm, I had one at the same time.”

She smiled, nodding. Digesting this new information. I just love teaching someone something new.

“And an Or-gas-um, that’s what I had when my whole body shook and tingled?” she asked.

“Yes sweetie, it was. Didn’t it feel the best?” I said.

“It was the best feeling I ever had in my whole life! I want to have another one right now!” She said beaming with excitement.

I felt her slowly pushing her bare pussy into my thigh, slowly grinding into me. I felt my pussy growing damp, sending a fresh wave of arousal through me.

“Well,” I said, laughing. “I don’t think that will be much of a problem if you keep doing what you’re doing right now. Rubbing that sweet little flower into my thigh.”

I could feel the heat from her pussy on my thigh, feel the moisture begin to leak out. She began to gyrate her hips, pushing her pussy against me, rubbing up and down. I pulled her on top, so she was straddling my thigh. I reached behind and took her soft cheeks in my hands, kneading and caressing them. I moved her forward on my thigh so her thigh was now in contact with my pussy. This contact sent a wave of pleasure through me. I moaned softly.

She began to play with my breasts, squeezing them gently, pinching the nipples. Her actions were only increasing my arousal. I had my hands firmly attached to her bottom. I would push her cheeks together as I pushed her hot, wet, pussy into my thigh, had become deeper and louder as her sexual energy built inside her young body. Mine joined with hers as the pleasure radiated from my clit to my extremities.

“Erin,” I panted between moans, “move over here, honey.”

I pulled her off my thigh and positioned her between my open legs bringing her sweet pussy, dripping with nectar, into contact with mine. As our pussies pressed together for the first time I felt a bolt of electricity shoot though my body. The feeling was almost too much to bear. I pulled Erin closer to kiss her lovely face. The tiny hard points of her nipples poking my heaving breast. I returned my hands to her bottom and pushed her pussy into mine. Our juices ran and mingled together as our pussies began their intimate kiss.

As my hands squeezed and kneaded her cheeks, my finger brushed her small anus, sending a shiver through Erin’s body and even more excitement through mine. Her tiny hole was slick with the juices from her little pussy. I gently pushed the fingertip in. Erin moaned in delight.

“Oh Susan…. I… umm… mmmmmm, Susan, mmmmmm, I feel… mmmmmm… I’m gonna… mmmmmm…” she moaned into our open mouth kiss.

“Just let it build, sweetie… relax and let your body go…”

“Ohhhhh, Susan, I’m… gonna… mmmmmm”

With my fingertip in her tight anus I pushed her pussy deeper onto mine. Intense, tingling waves of pleasure shot through our bodies as our swollen clits slid back and forth on each other’s. The wave built like a tsunami looming over us, ready to wash us away, envelop us in pure ecstasy.

“Erin!” I screamed.

“Susan!” she screamed.

The wave broke over us and carried us away in a raging sea of orgasmic delight as we came together as one.

We lay there together as the waves of pleasure slowly began to subside. We were breathing slowly and deeply. She snuggled closer and buried her face against my neck. I ran my fingers though her blond hair.

“Susan,” she said finally. “That was a really good organism.”

I laughed softly. “Orgasm, sweetie. Or you can say cum, or cumming, too.”

“I think I’ll say cum. That was the best cum I ever had, Susan!” she said, giggling.

“I think that was the best one I’ve had yet too, sweetie. You are an excellent little lover and learn so quick,” I told her.

We lay there together for a while. We were hot and sticky from our love making session. I felt like I needed to get refreshed.

“Erin, sweetie, let’s go take a shower,” I said.

“Mmmmm, that sounds yummy,” she said, bouncing up off the bed and running to the bathroom, her cute little bottom jiggling. “Last one in is a rotten egg!” she called over her shoulder.

I ran after her, and soon we were in the shower together. Well, it started out to be a shower, but we plugged the drain and let the bath fill. We washed each other carefully. I let Erin explore my body intimately. I explained the parts of my vagina to her as we compared our pussies. She hungrily digested all the information I could offer. She was such a bright girl and learned so fast.

We ended up making love in the tub again. I let her kneel between my legs as she fingered and probed my pussy. She teased my clit expertly and brought me to my third orgasm quickly. I reciprocated, of course, teasing her tiny clit as well. Soon she was in the throes of her third.

After our bath, we decided to eat. It was almost noon. We called room service and had a nice breakfast of pancakes, bacon, eggs, and juice. We ate like ravenous beasts.

That was how we spent the rest of the day and night. We made love over and over, only stopping once for more room service. We learned each other’s bodies. The touches, the soft caresses, the gentle kisses. Each lovemaking session was more intense that the last. Our sexual energy feeding and fulfilling each other.

We were totally in love.

******

We left the beach the next morning. We stopped at a little diner along the way and had breakfast. The rest of the journey home was spent in a quiet comfortable silence. We were both exhausted from all the lovemaking. But we were also glowing. Feelings of love radiating from both of us. We had cemented a bond of mutual love and friendship that would last forever.

We pulled into my condo and went inside. Erin’s mom would not be home for a few more hours.

I’m sure we could find something to do to pass the time…

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Michelle

Tiffany hated summer camp.

She had been there a few days and already she was homesick. She missed her mom and dad, she missed Susan, and most of all she missed Erin.

The other girls at camp all knew each other, and she felt like an outsider. She had yet to make any friends and spent most of the time alone. Well, except when they made them do dumb things like sit around the camp fire and tell dumb ghost stories. Or make stupid bracelets, or necklaces. Things she would have normally enjoyed doing if she had someone cool to hang out with, someone like Erin.

Well, at least Erin could hang out with Susan, they seemed to get along together. Susan would keep Erin company. Tiffany found herself feeling a little bit jealous that Susan and Erin would be spending time together without her. She knew Erin had been going over and seeing Susan alone every once in a while, and wondered what they talked about, what they did.

She thought she saw Erin wink at Susan once, and Susan blush. That made her curious. She wondered if Susan was a lesbian, because she never had any boyfriends. Tiffany didn’t care if she was or not. And besides, Tiffany and Erin both thought boys were yucky. Maybe Susan did too.

Tiffany didn’t like boys at all. They were gross and loud and stupid. Tiffany was beginning to have strange feelings lately. Feelings she didn’t understand. She had began to touch herself a few months ago, rubbing her little pussy while she bathed or lay in bed. She had just begun to get a little hair down there, too. She thought it was cool, like she was getting older, growing up. But she also thought it looked better bare. Maybe she was just used to seeing it like that.

Tiffany knew that other girls played with their pussies too. She had heard some of them talk about it at school. That’s where she got the idea. But the other girls were always talking about boys when they talked about playing with themselves. Tiffany felt weird because she was thinking about something different, she was thinking about her friend Erin.

Tiffany began to think she might be a lesbian.

So here she was at summer camp, having the worst time of her life.

It was afternoon, and everyone was at the lake swimming. Tiffany had on her white one-piece suit. The one that Susan said looked so cute on her. Susan always looked at her funny when she wore it. Tiffany was curious about that, especially that one day when she washed Susan’s car. She had caught Susan looking at her crotch and her boobies when she was putting a bandage on her finger that day. Susan was acting really funny. She had even wet her shorts!

All the other girls were in the lake swimming. Tiffany was sitting alone on the dock, lazily kicking her feet in the water.

“Don’t you want to get in, Tiffany?” a voice from behind her said.

Tiffany turned her head and saw Laura standing on the dock behind her. Laura was one of the camp counselors. She was about seventeen or so, Tiffany thought. She had red hair and blue eyes and really big boobs. Tiffany had noticed that the first time she saw her. Tiffany had found herself noticing lots of things like that about other girls lately. Laura had on a cute black one-piece swimsuit.

“I don’t feel like it,” Tiffany replied.

“Why not, honey, don’t you know how to swim?” Laura asked.

“Yeah, I know how to swim, I just don’t feel like swimming with the other girls. I don’t think they like me.”

“Yes, I’ve noticed you’ve been keeping to yourself. What’s wrong?” Laura asked.

“Oh, nothing. I guess I’m just homesick. I really miss my friend Erin, and I don’t like the other girls here. All they talk about is what they have, or what they want, or yucky boys,” Tiffany said.

Laura smiled and sat down beside her. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” she said, putting her arm around Tiffany’s shoulders. “I’ll be your friend if you want.”

Tiffany smiled and blushed. She felt that funny tickling feeling in her tummy when Laura put her arm around her shoulder. “Are you sure? You really want to be my friend?”

“Well, it’s one of the reasons I’m here, silly. To make sure all the girls are having a good time. But you seem like a really cool girl that would make a good friend even if I wasn’t just a counselor.” Laura hugged Tiffany closer and playfully rubbed the top of her head. Tiffany giggled.

“So why don’t you take off that frowny face and let’s go for a swim!” Laura said as she stood up, taking Tiffany’s hand in hers.

“Okay, Laura, let’s go,” Tiffany said standing up too.

And with that, they both dove in the lake.

They swam together for about an hour. Tiffany found herself warming up to Laura immediately. Laura was cool. They swam and played together. Tiffany was really starting to enjoy herself. Laura would pick her up under the arms and toss her in the air, letting Tiffany splash back down in the water. Tiffany was laughing and giggling. Tiffany liked the way Laura grabbed her under the arms when she tossed her up. Laura would sometimes touch her boobs when that happened. That tickling feeling was getting stronger in her tummy.

Tiffany found herself staring at Laura’s boobs a lot. She noticed her nipples were hard most of the time—like Susan’s were, whenever she was over. Tiffany looked down and noticed her own little nipples were hard too. She caught Laura looking at her boobs too, just like Susan did.

After the swim, Laura and Tiffany walked back towards the cabins.

“Tiffany, I need to go do my duties for a while,” she said, as she bent down and put herself at eye level with Tiffany. “But later, after lights out, why don’t we get together and talk some more?”

“Okay, Laura, that would be cool. Are you gonna come in the cabin?” Tiffany asked.

“No, sweetie. I have a tent I like to sleep in sometimes when I want some privacy. Let’s talk in there, okay?”

“Okay, that sounds really cool,” Tiffany said. “Where is it?”

“I’ll show you.”

Laura showed Tiffany where the tent was. It was a little ways away from the cabins and up in the woods. Laura told her she would leave a lantern burning outside so she could find her way. Laura told Tiffany to wait until the other girls were asleep and then come over. Tiffany said she would.

Tiffany crept out after the other girls were snoring away. She was wearing some flip flops, the gym shorts she slept in, and a t-shirt. Tiffany saw the lantern burning up by the tent and felt her heart flutter. That tickling feeling she had been feeling all afternoon, too. That tickling feeling wasn’t only in her tummy now, it had moved to her pussy.

“Laura,” Tiffany said quietly, “are you in there?”

Laura poked her head out the tent flap and smiled. “Yes, Tiffany, come on in,” she said, pulling back the flap.

Tiffany crawled inside and sat down. Laura had a little lantern burning inside, casting just enough light to see. Laura was wearing a tiny tank top and just her panties. Tiffany blushed.

“I’m so glad you came by, Tiffany. I really wanted to talk to you tonight,” Laura said.

“I’m glad, too. All the girls snore so loud in the cabin, it’s hard to sleep,” Tiffany giggled.

“Well, it’s just the two of us now, sweetie. So let’s chat.”

Laura was sitting cross-legged, so Tiffany sat in front of her the same way. Tiffany found herself looking at Laura’s boobs, noticing her erect nipples. She looked down at the crotch of Laura’s panties, too. They were thin and white and Tiffany could see her red pubic hair through the cotton fabric.

“Like what you see?” Laura said.

Tiffany blushed deeply. “Um… I um… didn’t, um, mean to stare. It just you have such big boobies, that’s all. I think they look, um… nice.” Tiffany put her hands over her face, blushing even deeper.

“It’s okay, Tiffany. I don’t mind. In fact, I noticed you checking them out quite a few times today while we were swimming. That’s one of the reasons I wanted you to come visit me tonight.”

Tiffany took her hands away from her face and looked at Laura. “Really, you don’t mind me looking?”

“Not at all, Tiffany. As a matter of fact, I was checking out your boobies today, too. You‘ve got quite a nice pair.” Laura said with a cute grin.

“But I hardly have any yet.” Tiffany frowned.

“Sweetie, what you have looks absolutely yummy,” Laura said with a funny look in her eyes. “Would you like to touch mine?” she asked.

Tiffany didn’t know what to say. She really wanted to but was nervous. “I -I -I guess so,” she said quietly.

As she reached out slowly to touch one, Laura leaned back and pulled her top off. Tiffany’s eyes widened, shocked at Laura’s sudden move. “It’s okay, Tiffany. We can’t have my shirt getting in the way if you really want to touch me.”

Tiffany reached out and placed her hand on Laura’s boob. It felt soft, yet firm. She brushed her fingers over her hard pink nipple. Laura moaned. Tiffany was tingling with excitement. She could not believe what was happening. She was touching another girl’s boob and it felt wonderful!

“Oh yesssss,” Laura hissed. “That’s a good girl. Squeeze it, play with my nipple.”

Tiffany now had both hands on Laura’s boobs and was squeezing and playing with her nipples. That tingling feeling growing stronger between her legs.

Laura grabbed Tiffany’s hands and began to move them around her boobs. Squishing them into her heaving chest. Laura was breathing hard and fast now, her face flushed with excitement. She brought her hands to the hem of Tiffany’s shirt and began to pull it up.

“Now it’s my turn,” she said pulling Tiffany’s shirt up and off, tossing it aside.

Tiffany blushed deeply and covered her tiny budding breasts with her hands. Laura leaned forward and grabbed Tiffany’s wrists, pulling them away.

“Don’t you dare hide those sweet little morsels from me, sweetie.” said Laura, grinning. Laura leaned forward and grabbed Tiffany’s shoulders pulling her closer. Her mouth instantly went to Tiffany’s tender young boob. She began to suckle her tiny puffy nipple while gently pinching the other, teasing it erect.

Tiffany moaned and leaned her head back. She was on fire now, as all these new sensations rushed through her body. She felt moisture leaking from her tingling pussy. Tiffany slid her hand down and began mindlessly rubbing herself through her shorts as Laura sucked and played with her nipples.

“Oh that’s it, baby! Play with your little pussy for me!” Laura said as she sucked Tiffany’s nipple. “Rub your sexy little cunny. It feels so good, doesn’t it?”

Tiffany couldn’t speak. She was breathless with excitement. Her little pussy had never felt like this before. She had never felt these kinds of feelings when she had played with herself. This was more intense, more exciting.

Tiffany allowed Laura to push her down on her back. Laura was kneeling beside her with a look in her eyes she had never seen before. Laura grabbed the waistband of Tiffany’s shorts and pulled them off quickly, leaving Tiffany dressed only in her panties.

“It’s time we got these out of the way too, sweetie,” Laura said as she began to slip Tiffany’s panties down her slender legs. Tiffany blushed with embarrassment and excitement as Laura uncovered her near bare mound. Then she heard Laura gasp as she looked at her pussy.

“MMMmmmmm… You have such a beautiful little pussy, Tiffany. It looks absolutely delicious. Just the right amount of fur. Did you just start to get it?” Laura asked.

“Y-yess,” Tiffany stuttered. “Just a f-f-ew months ago.”

“Well, it looks really sexy. God, you are so hot!” Laura said as she leaned forward to examine her closer.

Tiffany watched as Laura knelt between her legs and pushed them open. Tiffany felt so exposed, embarrassed, yet so aroused, knowing her most private place was spread out for Laura to see.

Laura began teasing her little cleft. Spreading her tiny lips apart, slipping the tip of her finger inside the tiny slick folds. Tiffany squealed with pleasure and began to buck her tiny hips. Laura started to flick Tiffany’s tiny clit bringing on a new wave of moans from Tiffany.

Laura climbed up and laid beside Tiffany and started to kiss her on the mouth. She felt Laura cupping her mound while slipping her finger deeper inside her. She felt Laura’s tongue enter her mouth, forcing her lips apart. Tiffany began to kiss Laura back, their tongues entwined. Laura shoved her finger father inside the soft velvety folds of Tiffany’s pussy while her thumb applied pressure to her clit.

“OHHHHHHH!” Tiffany squealed in pain as Laura’s finger encountered the last wall of resistance in Tiffany’s tight hole and pushed deeper, breaking the barrier.

“OWWWWW, it hurts!!” she yelled.

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry,” Laura cooed in her ear. “ I’m afraid I just took your cherry.” Laura began to kiss her softly and gently. Stroking her face. “I just got a little carried away.”

Tiffany had a tear running down her cheek and Laura kissed it away. Laura held Tiffany close and caressed her. “I’m so, so, sorry, baby.”

Tiffany relaxed into her arms. Her little pussy hurt, but she felt good at the same time.

Tiffany blinked the tears away and looked at Laura. “It’s okay. It just really hurt, that’s all. You can do it more if you want, just go a little slower, okay?”

“You bet, sweetie.” Laura said. “How about I get my panties off and you can finger me while I’m at it?”

Laura slipped her panties down and tossed them away. She lay back beside Tiffany. They were on their backs with their sides pressed close together. Laura took Tiffany’s hand and brought it to her sopping pussy.

“Here, sweetie, put your finger right here.” she said, guiding Tiffany’s finger to her swollen clit. “That’s it, now rub my clit, baby. Mmmmmmm, yes, right there. That’s it. In little circles. You’re doing great!”

Tiffany rubbed Laura’s clit. Her pussy felt so wet and soft. Her clit hard. Laura then placed her hand back on Tiffany’s tender pussy and started rubbing her tiny clit. They lay there like that for some time, side by side, with their fingers rubbing each other’s clits.

They rubbed faster and faster. Tiffany liked the way Laura’s pussy felt. Tiffany liked having Laura’s finger touching her, flicking her clit.

Laura leaned over and started to kiss Tiffany again. The kisses were wild and uncontrolled, with Laura’s tongue roughly probing Tiffany’s mouth. Tiffany felt like her entire body was on fire. The tingling sensation building up until she thought she would explode. Her juices were flowing freely from her pussy. Her body began to shake, her eyes fluttered. Wave after wave of intense pleasure shook her little body until she could no longer contain herself. She screamed.

“OHHHHHHHHHHH Laura!!!!”

“OHHHHHHHHHHH Tiffany!!!”

They both shuddered as the waves of their simultaneous orgasms flowed like fire between their sweating bodies.

They lay there beside each other for some time. Holding each other.

Tiffany felt strange. Moments ago, she felt the best she had ever felt. She had never had that feeling when she had played with herself before. But now she felt different, funny like she had done something wrong. Her little pussy was sore because Laura had put her finger deep inside. It hurt at first, but then she felt so good. She was confused. Why did something have to hurt before it felt good?

She began to cry.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” Laura said.

“I feel funny.” Tiffany said. “What happened to me?”

“You came, you had an orgasm.” Laura said.

“Do they always hurt like that?”

“No, silly. That was because I popped your cherry.”

“What’s my cherry?”

Laura rolled her eyes. “Your hymen. It’s a little flap of skin in your pussy. It breaks when you have sex for the first time, usually. Some girls break their cherries riding bikes or doing sports or don’t ever really have much of one to begin with. You had one sweetie and I popped it.”

Tiffany felt dumb, like she should already know this. She cried a little more.

“Now stop crying, Tiffany. It’s no big deal. I lost mine when I was your age. But it wasn’t a finger that took mine, but my uncle’s cock. And that really hurt. So be a big girl and dry those tears.”

Tiffany wiped the tears away from her eyes. She didn’t want Laura to think she was a baby.

“What we did just now, was that wrong?” Tiffany asked.

“No, honey, it’s what girls do together to make each other feel good. You felt good, didn’t you?”

Tiffany nodded.

“Then it’s okay. Just don’t tell anyone. It will be our secret. Okay? Pinkie promise?” Laura held out her pinkie finger.

Tiffany touched her pinkie to Laura’s and promised not to tell.

“That’s my girl!” Laura said. “Now you better get dressed and get back to the cabin before someone misses you.”

Tiffany got dressed and walked back to the cabin. She felt funny. She really liked Laura and liked the way she made her pussy feel, but something didn’t feel right about it all.

She snuck back into the cabin, got into bed and cried herself to sleep.

******

Tiffany woke the next morning. She felt a little better. Her pussy didn’t hurt anymore, that was good. But she still felt funny and confused about what happened last night with Laura.

She climbed out of bed and decided not to shower. Some of the other girls in the cabin were in there and she didn’t want them to see her naked. She felt like they would look at her funny, like they would know what happened to her last night. So she just walked out the cabin door and looked outside.

It was a sunny day and the activities would be starting soon after breakfast. She walked to the mess hall and got herself some cereal and a muffin. She ate in silence by herself.

After she ate she walked back down to the lake and sat on the dock with her feet in the water. She remembered having fun with Laura here yesterday. The way they played in the water, giggiled together, and just had fun. Then she thought about last night again, and started to cry.

“I thought I might find you here,” said Laura, walking up behind her.

Tiffany wiped her tears away and looked up at her. Laura was wearing shorts and the camp t-shirt. She sat down beside Tiffany and looked at her with concern.

“Yeah, I just felt like being alone right now,” Tiffany said, sniffing back her tears.

“Are you okay?” Laura asked. “It looks like you’ve been crying.”

“Yeah, I’m okay. I was just thinking about what happened last night and, and…”

Tiffany broke down in tears and began sobbing.

Laura put her arm around Tiffany and drew her close. Tiffany hugged her and cried, her body shaking with big deep sobs. Laura let her cry herself out and just sat there holding her. Soon Tiffany stopped crying and looked over at Laura.

“You probably think I’m a baby,” Tiffany said at last.

“No I don’t, Tiffany. I know you’re just upset about last night. It’s okay. It’s all my fault. Do you want to talk about what happened?” said Laura.

Tiffany looked over at her. She saw the general concern in her eyes, and maybe a tear in there too.

“I’m just confused, that’s all. I had such a good time swimming with you yesterday. You made my feel like a was having a good time, the first real good time since I’ve been here,” Tiffany told her.

“I had fun too, Tiffany, go on,” Laura said.

“I started feeling tingly when we were splashing around and you would touch my boobs.” Tiffany blushed and smiled a little. “I really like you, and then when you asked me to come hang out after lights out, I was really excited. Like I had made a cool new friend.”

Laura smiled nodding. “I felt like a made a new friend too, Tiffany. You really are a cool girl and I like you too, lots.”

Tiffany smiled.

“Then in your tent, everything just happened so fast. I really liked touching your boobies and, and I liked it when you touched mine.” Tiffany said blushing. “And then when you took my clothes off and started touching my, you know, my pussy,” Tiffany sniffed back a tear, “everything just happened so fast. I just felt like I did something wrong and I felt ashamed.”

“Tiffany, I’m the one that should feel ashamed,” Laura said with tears in her eyes. “I know I went too fast with you and I’m sorry. I’m really sorry if I made you feel that way. That’s not what I wanted. I was j-just so horny,” she said, choking on her works. “It‘s all these little girls around here. They drive me crazy. I just love girls your age. I think they are so hot. I just couldn’t help myself.”

Tiffany looked up at Laura and waited for her to continue.

“When I saw you sitting all alone yesterday you looked like you could use a friend, and I just wanted to be your friend, at first. Then as we were playing in the water and I keep looking at you I just couldn’t help it. I wanted to show you how girls make themselves feel good and have you help me feel good too. But don’t feel ashamed, Tiffany. You didn’t do anything wrong,” Laura said.

“I know. I liked being with you last night, Laura, because you made me feel good. I guess I just got kinda scared when you hurt me,” Tiffany said.

“Oh, when I popped your cherry? I’m so sorry about that. I kept thinking about that all last night after you left. That was very wrong for me to do. I took something special from you that wasn’t mine to take…” Laura broke down in tears.

Tiffany watched her sob and put an arm around her. Laura wiped her tears away and went on…

“When I was your age, my uncle molested me. He would come into my room at night and pull my panties down and look at me when I was asleep. I know because I would wake up sometimes when he did it. I always pretended I was still asleep, though,” Laura said, sniffing the tears away.

“Then one night he started touching me while I slept, or pretended to sleep. It felt kinda good and I liked it. So I started looking forward to his visits.”

Tiffany sat mesmerized, listening to Laura’s tale.

“One night he came in and took my panties off and started to finger me. I was really wet and enjoying the feeling when he caught me pretending to be asleep. He asked me if I liked the way that felt, and I told him I did. Then he said since I enjoyed it, we would have to put something bigger in there. I was scared because I knew he meant his cock. I told him no, that it would hurt, but he didn’t care and he forced himself on me. It hurt so bad and I cried and cried. But he didn’t care. He told me not to tell anyone, because I liked it too and I would get in just as much trouble.”

Laura went on.

“He went away after that, moved to a new town and I never saw him again. I decided then that didn’t like boys and never wanted to be with one. I started liking girls, especially ones my own age, and that stuck with me because here I am seventeen and I still like girls that are twelve or so. That’s it, Tiffany. I can’t tell you how sorry I am for taking that from you last night. I just hope you will forgive me and understand.”

Tiffany felt sad after hearing Laura‘s story. She understood now. “I’m so sorry about what happened to you, Laura. I do forgive you.” They held each other, crying for a while.

Finally Tiffany said. “I still want you to be my friend, Laura.”

“I’m glad, Tiffany. I would have understood if you didn’t. But since you do, I feel relieved. Thanks for listening to my story, it was good to finally get that off my chest,” Laura said.

Tiffany smiled. She liked Laura and felt like they had bonded on some level. Tiffany felt like she wanted to be with her again like last night. She was just too shy to say anything right now.

And as if Laura had read her mind she said, “Tiffany, if you want to come over to my tent tonight, you can. I understand if you don’t want to, and we don’t have to do anything but talk.”

“I’d like that, Laura. I’ll come over,” Tiffany said.

That night, Tiffany snuck out again. And they did talk for a long time. Tiffany told her about the feelings she was having about other girls. About her nice neighbor Susan, and her best friend Erin. Laura told her she should see if Erin felt the same way, that maybe they could become real girlfriends. Tiffany liked the idea.

Soon the talk turned to sex, and Laura and Tiffany began to kiss and touch each other. But it was not like last night, it was slower and softer and more gentle. Laura showed her so many different ways to touch herself, showed her around her body. Laura called it a “Feel Good Tour,” and boy, did it feel good! She showed Tiffany how to do oral sex, or as Laura had called it, “snacking on your muffin.” Tiffany thought that was really funny. And she really enjoyed doing it, too!

They continued their exploration of each other’s bodies late into the night. Just before dawn, Tiffany went back to her cabin and crawled into bed. She didn’t cry herself to sleep this time, but fell asleep feeling the best she had since she got here.

Laura hung out with Tiffany a lot for the rest of her stay. They had become close friends, and Tiffany would miss her when she went back home.

They managed to sneak away together for one last time…

They lay there talking afterward.

“I’m really gonna miss you, Tiffany,” Laura said.

“I’m gonna miss you, too,” Tiffany replied. “I’m so glad I met you, and you showed me all those cool things to do.”

“I’m glad I met you too, Tiffany. You’ve made me pretty happy the last couple weeks. I feel like I’ve made a true friend,” Laura said.

They hugged each other closely, cementing their bond of friendship forever.

“I hope you come back next summer, Tiffany. I really want to see you again,” Laura told her.

“I want to see you again too, Laura. I’ll try and come back next summer.”

They exchanged phone numbers and addresses, with the promise to keep in touch no matter what.

“We better get back to camp,” Laura said. And they walked hand in hand down the path, back to the cabins.

Tiffany left the next day. She was sad at leaving Laura and they had a tearful goodbye. As she sat on the bus heading home, Tiffany felt like a new girl. She was happy she met Laura and ended up having the best time at summer camp. She couldn’t wait to get home and see Erin and show her what she had learned.

Tiffany looked out the window as the camp receded in the distance, and smiled.

Tiffany loved summer camp.

Continue on to Chapter 5

By Michelle

It had been a week since Erin and I returned from the beach. And in that week we had shared each other’s company intimately, many times. Our lovemaking sessions had grown more erotic and fulfilling for both of us. Erin was turning into a fully sexual being.

And quite an insatiable one at that!

Erin had left late last night, well, later than usual. Her mother always wanted her home around eight or so. She had left at nine in a hurry, after realizing what time it was.

“Mom’s gonna kill me!” she had said, dashing out the door and blowing me a kiss. “See ya tomorrow!”

I woke at about eight o’clock in the morning. The sun was shining and the birds singing, reflecting my mood. I was shining and felt like singing. I showered, got dressed and made coffee and headed off to work.

Returning home after work, I was looking forward to Erin’s visit. I knew she would be over soon and couldn’t wait to get my hands on her. My God, I was horny!

I poured a glass of wine and went upstairs to change. I slipped out of my skirt and put on a long t-shirt. I decided to leave my panties off, they would be off soon anyway, I thought.

I heard a knock at the door. I walked downstairs and opened the door. To my surprise it was Carol, Erin’s mom, standing there.

“Hi, Carol. What a pleasant surprise,” I said “What can I do for you?”

“Oh, not much, just wanted to chat. I could use some company right now,” she said looking me over. “Is this a bad time?”

“No, not at all. I just got off work and was relaxing with some wine. Would you care for a glass?” I said.

“Yes, I would. That would be great. I really could use some wine right now,” she replied.

She looked a little out of sorts, like she had something on her mind. That kind of worried me. She was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Her eyes were puffy like she had been crying.

We walked in and she sat on the couch. I went to the kitchen and poured her a glass of Merlot, topped mine off, and returned, joining her on the couch.

“Here you go,” I said, handing her the glass.

“Thanks,” she said taking the glass from me. She drained half of it quickly and set it down on the end table.

“Thirsty?” I asked.

“Stressed is more like it. And, and…,heartbroken.” Tears welled in her eyes.

“What’s the matter?” I asked with concern in my voice.

“Last weekend when I went out of town — my emergency, you know,” she sniffed back some tears. “ I went to see a friend. A special friend. She really needed me to be there for her.”

She? A special friend? Was Carol a lesbian? This is a curious development, I thought.

“Go on Carol,” I said.

“Anyway, we had a great weekend together, one I really needed. You see…” She hesitated. “ I have been working my ass off lately, the girls are great, but I just need to get away sometimes. You know, fulfill certain needs.” She blushed, grabbed her wine glass, and drained it.

She took a deep breath and went on. “ Anyway… like I was saying. We had a great weekend together, but today she called and told me… told me, that we couldn’t see each other like that anymore. That the long distance wasn’t working and she had met someone else.” Carol broke down in tears, sobbing.

I took her in my arms and let her cry herself out, her head on my shoulder. Huge sobs wracked her body. I patted her back, telling her I was so sorry.

After a while, when her sobs subsided, she leaned back on the couch and looked at me.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to break down like that. I-I-I just need someone to talk to about this, and I figured you might understand.”

“Sure, Carol. It’s alright. I understand. I’ve kept free of relationships because the heartache isn’t worth it,” I said, thinking what a hypocrite I was. Shit, I was in love with her daughter. Talk about a complicated relationship!

I stood up and took her wine glass. “Here, Carol, let me refill that for you.”

“Thanks Susan,” she said as I walked in and got us both refills.

I returned and handed her glass over. She looked a little more relaxed and was leaning back on the couch. She took the glass and sipped, slowly setting it down as I joined her.

“So, your friend. How long have you been together?” I asked.

She sighed. “Off and on for a few years now. After my husband left us, she was there for me. Eric left about a year after Jamie was born, she doesn’t even remember him. Erin was about four at the time. She missed him for a while, but got used to him not being there pretty quickly. Terri was about ten, and she was devastated. That bastard broke her heart.”

“That’s sad,” I said sipping my wine.

“I met Julie soon after he left. Things just kinda happened between us after that. She made me realize that I didn’t need men in my life to feel fulfilled. You know what I mean, Susan?” she asked, moving closer to me.

“I do. I haven’t been with a man since college, and I don’t miss them at all,” I replied.

“So, any special ladies in your life right now?” she said smiling.

My thoughts shot back to last night, and Erin.

“Um… no. Not right now,” I lied, blushing.

“I see,” she said. She must have sensed my reluctance to talk about it, because she changed the subject.

“So Susan, how’s Erin been treating you? She’s not too much of a bother, is she?” she asked.

“No, she’s been fine. Good company and a hard little worker,” I replied. I found myself growing nervous, wanting to steer the conversation away from Erin, not knowing if my face would give away my feelings for her.

Carol laughed. “I think she has a crush on you.”

It was lucky I wasn’t sipping wine when she said that, or I may have spit it up.

“W-why do you say that?” I stammered.

“Oh, you are all she talks about. Susan this, Susan that. Says how pretty you are. Talks about how much she likes hanging out with you. It’s kinda cute.” she said.

“Oh… I see.” I laughed nervously.

“It’s normal for girls that age to get crushes on older adults, especially someone they look up to.” she said. “I don’t see any harm in it.”

“Um, well… if you think she is spending too much time over here, I can…”

“Nonsense. She’s likes you. I’m sure she’ll get over it soon, anyway. You know how kids are.” she said. “And besides, I can see why she could get a crush on you. You are very attractive. Very.” As she said this, she leaned forward and placed her hand on my thigh, squeezing softly.

I blushed. “Oh…well, th-thank you, Carol,” I managed to stutter out. The contact of her hand sending shivers through my body. I blushed a deep shade of red.

“I mean it,” she said, leaning forward to me. “In fact, I’m having a hard time keeping my hands off you right now.” She smiled seductively and leaned in closer, her face inches from mine.

I was breathing heavily, my nipples growing hard. Her eyes focused on mine. I blinked slowly. I felt myself drawing closer to her. She was sending off such intense feelings of seduction. I felt helpless to her desires. I looked shyly into her eyes, my lips parting slightly

She drew closer, her lips brushing mine, her hands snaking around my waist. She pulled me into her embrace and kissed me full on the mouth. I shivered and moaned softly. I opened my mouth to receive her eager tongue. Her kiss became more intense, more wanting, more needing. I wrapped my arms around her and held her as our tongues intertwined.

“Oh god, Susan!” she moaned into our kiss. “God, I need this. I need you!”

I was speechless and held in her spell. I could feel her wants and needs radiating from her warm body. I felt my pussy begin to leak, my arousal complete. Her hand moved from my back and began to squeeze and pinch my nipple through my thin t-shirt, her tongue dancing with mine. She moved her hand from my breast and down my side to my thigh, pushing my shirt up to expose my soaking pussy for her. Her hand slid up my thigh and made contact with my dripping pussy.

“My god, Susan… you’re drenched!” she exclaimed.

“Uh huh,” I managed to say between kisses.

“I think you had better show me your bedroom, before we ruin your couch.” she said, laughing. “Take me there now.”

We stood slowly and I felt my knees weaken. I fell against her. She supported me and guided us away from the couch.

“Up here, I assume?” she said pointing to the stairs.

I managed to nod. Words escaped me.

“Come on, honey. I’ll get you upstairs.”

She led me up my stairs and to my bedroom. I followed like an obedient child. She sat me on the bed while grasping the hem of my t-shirt and pulling it up as I lifted my arms to allow her to finish undressing me. She gazed hungrily at my now naked body before her.

“Lay back, Susan,” she said as she began to disrobe, pulling her t-shirt off and sliding her sweatpants off.

I complied, laying back and parting my legs. My body was on fire. I felt guilty, like I was cheating on Erin, but I knew there was nothing I could do. I was totally under her spell.

She finished pulling her panties off and joined me on the bed taking me in her arms. Her hands grasping my breasts, tweaking my nipples. Her tongue probing my warm mouth. My arms entwined her as she rolled on top of me and positioned herself between my open thighs. As her wet pussy made contact with mine I felt a new intense wave of arousal course through my body. I felt totally in her control.

She was nuzzling my neck now, her husky voice in my ear telling me how much she needed this. How much she wanted this. How good I felt under her. She was grinding her soaking pussy against mine, thrusting in a growing steady rhythm. I began gyrating back against her thrusts. My body tingling with impending orgasmic waves. Like something under the surface of the water, waiting for just the right moment to break surface.

She took my hands in hers and raised them over my head increasing my feelings of submission to her needs. I could feel her juices mingling with mine, dripping down my cheeks soaking the sheets beneath us.

She raised up and leaned back sitting on her knees. She looked down at me as I lay there arms above my head writhing in ecstasy. She moved forward straddling my face. Her wet pussy inches from my lips. I raised my head slightly as she pushed her sopping pussy to my mouth. My tongue instantly shot out of my mouth and made contact with her wet slit, snaking between her lips and probing her slick walls.

“Oh god Susan… Yes!!” she screamed. “That’s it. Lick me. I want your tongue deep inside me!”

Her musky juices began flowing like a river coating my face with her warm honey. I eagerly lapped at her pussy, poking my tongue deeper inside her. I reached behind and took her firm ass cheeks in my hand, squeezing and pulling her even closer. My tongue made contact with her swollen clit. She shuddered and moaned loudly. I began to suck it deep inside my mouth, teasing it with my tongue.

My own pussy was afire, throbbing with every beat of my heart. My clit was yelling for attention.

“Oh my god, Susan!” she yelled. “That’s it baby, suck my clit! Mmmmmmm… yesssssss!” she hissed.

I looked up at her from between her legs. She had her head thrown back and was panting deeply, her chest heaving. The hard points of her nipples jutting out. She leaned back and placed a finger to my dripping slit. Electric shocks flew through my body. She brought her finger to her lips and tasted my nectar.

“Mmmmmmm, I think it’s time.” And in an instant she had turned around and buried her face between my open legs. She pressed her pussy back to my face. I began to lap at her again, my tongue flicking her throbbing clit.

Her tongue now made contact with my clit. I felt my juices squirt out as she expertly teased my clit and probed my pussy with her finger. My body was trembling. My heart felt as if it would burst out of my chest. I grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed bringing moans of pleasure from her. As I kneaded her cheeks my thumb brushed her pink anus and applied pressure. She began to finger me faster, slipping another finger inside as she suckled my clit.

“My god, Susan… you’re so tight.” she said around her mouthful of my pussy. She began to finger me faster, harder, probing deep inside me. I was on the verge of an intense orgasm. I felt it build inside me. So close now, so close. I sucked her clit deep inside my mouth. Her nectar was gushing out in waves and her body began to tremble. She was close too.

Then the wave of orgasmic pleasure swept us away. Out bodies trembled and shook as one as we came together. Our pussies flowing with sweet honey, we drank deeply together as the wave subsided slowly.

She collapsed on top of me as little waves of pleasure tingled through our bodies. She lay there in a heap on top of me, our sweating bodies melted together as one. At some point she turned around and took me in her arms while we rested quietly. Breathing deeply. Fulfilled and satisfied in the afterglow.

“My god, Susan… that was amazing!” She said finally. “ I never thought another woman could make me cum like that.”

“Well, you weren’t so bad yourself.” I giggled. “I think I’m going to have change these sheets, they’re soaked.”

We both laughed hard, our bodies shaking. I felt my bladder calling for attention.

“I need to pee or these sheets are going to get a lot wetter.” I said laughing.

She released me from her embrace and I slipped out of bed. She gave me a little smack on the butt. “Hurry back sweetie, I don’t think I’m through with you yet.” she said grinning mischievously.

“Yes ma’am!” I said looking over my shoulder as I hurried to the bathroom.

As I sat on the toilet I tried to sort through the feelings I was having. I had just had sex with a very beautiful woman, a woman close to my own age. It was fantastic. Her hands and tongue had expertly brought me to a wonderful orgasm. But I felt guilty. I thought of Erin and the times we had made love. I loved Erin. I loved her heart and soul, yet I had just had sex with her mother and fully enjoyed it.

My god! I thought. How much more complicated could this possibly get?

I finished my business and returned to the bedroom, expecting to find Carol laying there with that hungry look in her eyes. Instead she was standing in the middle of the room, a look of concern on her features, holding something small and white. Something with little pink flowers on it. My heart sank and my eyes widened at the sudden realization of what she held.

“Care to explain how a pair of Erin’s panties wound up tangled in your sheets?” she said, her voice slow and steady.

Oh My God I thought. Erin left in such a hurry last night she forgot her panties. Left them where I removed them last night, in my bed.

“Um…I…um…” I stuttered. My face giving away my guilt.

“Are you fucking my little girl?” she asked. “No, don’t bother answering, your face says it all.” she said moving closer to me as I backed up against the wall.

“I d-don’t know what to s-say.” I said in a quiet voice. Tears welling up in my eyes.

She stepped forward slapping my face hard and grabbing my shoulders. Her face inches from mine.

“She’s ten years old! She’s a little girl! How could you do that!” she screamed and began shaking me.

Huge sobs shook my body. My face stung from her slap, tears rolling down my face.

“She’s just a little girl! Just a little girl! I trusted you! Let her go to the beach with you! How could you do such a thing…” she yelled.

“I love her!” I yelled back through my sobs. “I have been in love with her since I met her! She is the most important person in my life! I love her with every fiber of my being!”

She looked long and hard into my eyes. Her expression turned from rage to disappointment, to understanding.

“How long has it been going on?” she asked her voice steady.

“For a few weeks now. But we didn’t go all the way until we went to the beach for the weekend.” I said sobbing.

Carol shook her head. “I should have known. The signs were all there. I thought she just had a crush on you, but now that I think about it, she has acted like she’s in love.”

Carol sat on the bed. I walked over to her and sat next to her. Tears still running down my face.

“I’ve never seen Erin like this before. She has been happy and giddy most of the time. She doesn’t fight with her sisters, does her chores without being asked, I can assume just so she can hurry up and come see you.” Carol said. “Do you really love her? It’s not just lust and desire… for a child?”

I nodded my head. “Yes I do love her. More than anything else. I have never had feelings like this about little girls before, never touched one before. I struggled with these feelings for so long after meeting her. Kept telling myself it wasn’t right. But we seemed to connect and I‘ve been lonely for so long. I can’t explain it. I have never forced Erin to do anything she did not want to do.” I said sniffing.

She looked at me long and hard. I sat there trembling.

“Oh Susan… this really makes thing difficult for me. I don’t know what to do. Should I call the cops? They’d lock you up and Erin would be heartbroken. Not to mention traumatized by a trial and all the other crap that goes with it.” she said.

“W-what are you going to do?” I said as I felt my life going down the toilet.

She sighed. “Nothing. Erin is in love with you and you are in love with her. I believe you when you say that. I can see it in your eyes.” She reached out and took my hand.

“Besides, when I was twelve, an older woman showed me around my body. I found the experience to be… well, informative. She never hurt me and helped me sort through feelings I was having at the time,” she said, her features changing to a wistful remembering look. She smiled softy.

“So… you’re alright with all this?” I asked in a quiet voice sniffing back my tears.

“Well, it’s going to take some getting used to. But as long as Erin is happy, that’s all that matters.” She smiled and took my hand in hers. “At least I know my daughter has good taste in women,” she said with a grin.

I squeezed her hand tightly in mine and smiled back at her. I felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from my chest. I felt elated and relieved. Moments ago it seemed my life was over and now I was soaring on a high I could not put into words.

“Just one thing,” Carol said with a serious look in her eyes. “Promise me you will not hurt her. Don’t dump her if you meet someone else. And if Erin decides it’s over, then it’s over. She is a young girl and her feelings may change at some point. If they do, you need to let go. Understand?”

“Yes Carol. I promise. I will never to anything to harm that precious little angel. I love her more than I can express. But if she decides she wants out, although it will break my heart, I’ll let her go.” I said quietly.

She looked at me with her piercing green eyes. “I believe you, Susan,” she said as she reached over and hugged me tightly.

“What about what happened here between us today?” I asked.

“I’ll speak with Erin tonight. Tell her I know about you two and we talked about it. I’ll let her know to keep it between the three of us. I’ll tell her we had sex and explain it was just something that happened. I’ll tell her that you really do love her, and I’m okay with you two being together.”

“Do you think she’ll understand, about you and I having sex?” I asked.

“I don’t know. She is pretty smart for a kid. I think she’ll be okay with it. She might be a little jealous, but I‘ll smooth things over. I know my child pretty well.” she replied.

“Thank you, Carol. This whole thing has my head reeling. I don’t know what to say about it all,” I said.

“Well, it’s been kind of weird for me too. An couple hours ago I was heartbroken. Then we had sex and I felt fabulous. Moments ago I wanted to choke you and now I’ve just said it’s okay for you and my ten year old daughter to have a sexual relationship. How’s that for a weird day?” she said, smiling.

“This certainly counts as a weird day in my book too, Carol. But I’m glad it’s all out in the open now. And I’m happy you’re okay with it. And I will say I’m relieved you don’t feel like choking me either,” I said, giggling.

“Tell you what, Susan. I do get kinda horny now and then and if you and Erin are okay with it, I wouldn’t mind spending a little time alone time with you on occasion. How’s that sound to you?” she said with that hungry seductive look in her eyes.

I looked at her blushing. “I’m sure we could work something out.”

She reached out and touched my thigh smiling. “Well, since I haven’t talked to Erin yet, why don’t we work something out right now.” She reached out and took me into her arms. I melted into her embrace as she drew me back down on the bed.

She left several hours later.

******

I awoke the next morning. I was exhausted. Carol and I had made love so many times before she had left. That woman had wore me out. I lazily pulled myself out of bed and walked naked to the kitchen to put some coffee on. I walked back upstairs and slipped into the shower. It felt fantastic, letting the warm water run over my tired body, revitalizing me.

I stepped from the shower, dried myself, put on a robe and went back downstairs to the kitchen. The smell of coffee filling the room. I poured a cup, thought about getting ready for work when I realized it was Saturday. I sighed deeply. Good. I didn’t think I could concentrate at work anyway.

As I sat there sipping my coffee I heard a familiar knock at the door. Erin. I could tell her little knock anywhere. I got up and walked to the door. I had butterflies in my stomach. I knew Carol had spoken with Erin and was concerned how she had taken it. I opened the door and Erin came bursting in.

“Oh Susan!! Isn’t it wonderful!” she exclaimed as she threw her arms around me.

“I take it you and your mom had a little chat.” I said.

“Yes, she told me everything. How you and her did it, how she found my panties in your bed,” she giggled and blushed. “She told me that you and me could be girlfriends and she didn’t care!” she said excitedly.

“You don’t care that me and your mom had sex?” I asked.

“No…she was lonely and she said it was something that just happened. I really don’t mind because I know you love me and I love you, and… and… and… oh Susan… I love you so much!” Erin said hugging me tightly.

“I’m so glad you understand Erin. I was worried you might be a little jealous,” I said. “What happened between your mom and I was special, but you are the one I really love.”

“I know you do and I love you so much.” Erin said.

We walked over to the couch and sat down. Erin was dressed in her little jeans skirt and a blue t-shirt.

“So what do you want to do today, sweetie?” I asked.

Erin grinned mischievously. She reached down to the hem of her skirt and pulled it up revealing her bare pussy. The little imp wasn’t wearing panties. She grinned, batting her eyes.

“I decided to leave my panties at home today. That way I wouldn’t forget them,” she giggled.

“Why, you little devil!” I exclaimed. “You got me in trouble forgetting your panties the other night!”

She giggled. “But if I hadn’t mom wouldn’t have found out and she wouldn’t have said it was ok for us to be together,” she said, grinning.

“I suppose it worked out for the best, but still, you naughty little imp. You should wear panties when you are out in public,” I said laughing. “Besides, it’s always fun for me to take them off of you.”

I reached over to her and began tickling her sides. She giggled and squirmed. We wrestled around a bit before I pulled her over my lap.

“I think someone needs a few smacks on the bottom to remind her about leaving her panties behind,” I said laughing.

“Oh no!” she giggled. “Please…” giggle, “Don’t spank me!” She looked up over her shoulder at me, smiling broadly.

I flipped her skirt up and gazed down at her squirming little bottom on my lap. I smiled enjoying the sight of her soft round bare bottom. The sight sending waves of arousal through me.

I gave her a few light quick swats on her bottom. She giggled and squirmed around, grinding into my leg. The contact of my hand on her bottom sent jolts of electricity to my clit. Erin seemed to be enjoying it as well. With each swat on her bare bottom she would grind harder into my leg. She parted her legs, kicking playfully, giving me a glimpse at the cleft between her legs. I could smell the familiar scent of her arousal, increasing mine as well.

She looked at me from over her shoulder. Her face was flushed with desire. I left my hand resting on her warm cheeks, caressing them softly. They had turned a nice shade of pink and looked so cute.

I looked in her eyes, she in mine. I smiled. She smiled. It was time.

I lifted her off my lap and stood her before me between my open legs. She pulled her shirt off while I unsnapped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. I gazed at her naked body before me. Taking in every familiar detail. I opened my robe, exposing my naked body to her. She leapt on my lap straddling me and we began to kiss, our tongues probing each others mouths.

Our hands were a blur over each other’s bodies. I was gripping her little cheeks in my hands, kneading and caressing her butt while she grinded the hard tiny points of her erect nipples into my soft breasts.

Then suddenly… a knock at the door. We looked at each other, eyes wide.

“Erin, quick… get up. Run upstairs!” I said.

Erin leapt off my lap and ran up the stairs. Her little bare bottom jiggling. I jumped up, kicking her clothes under the couch, pulling my robe around myself.

I walked to the door and looked out the peephole. I couldn’t see anyone. I opened the door slowly and peeked my head out.

Tiffany jumped into view.

“Surprise!” she said smiling broadly. “I’m back!”

By Marie LeClaire

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

You must have read about it, because it made headlines in our newspaper and even CNN news. “Woman Doctor Accused of Fondling Young Female Patient,” it said. Although she wanted it as much as I did, and there was no proof so they couldn’t press charges, the hospital let me go.

I had a little money saved, so I decided to try the business world. Although medicine had been my life up to this point, I thought, since I liked clothes, to open a dress shop, which I could run alone. I stocked fashionable dresses, casual wear, and lingerie, and sold them at reasonable prices. It took time but I built up a reputation of giving good value for the prices I charged, and I gave each customer personal service.

Since being let go by the hospital, and my new shop, I didn’t have time to form any new relationships with other women, so I had to be satisfied with my fingers and vibrator. It also helped to fantasize after seeing a young customer undressing.

Saturday started the same as any other. Some regular customers, or some passing trade and the window shoppers, who tried everything on, then bought nothing.

I was tidying up after one of these at about 4 PM, when this very attractive woman of about thirty-five came in accompanied by a pretty young girl of about fifteen. I judged they were mother and daughter, and left them to look in peace.

I couldn’t help noticing how attentive they were to each other, holding up dresses and pointing out different outfits. They looked so attractive and so happy, I felt a pang of envy. I went over to them and introduced myself, “Hello, I’m Doctor, err Marie LeClare,” I said, “I own the shop. Can I help you find something?”

“I’m Tammy, and this is my daughter, Jena. We’re looking for a new dress for Jena, something sexy for a party we’re giving this weekend.”

“First let me look at you, Jena,” I said, “I need to get an idea of what will suit you and what your size is.”

Jena turned and walked up and down like a model, so that I could have a good look at her. I felt my cheeks flush, as I realized what a beautiful sexy girl she was.

Women had always attracted me sexually, and this girl was something special. She was tall and slender, but with a curvy figure, and a nice tight ass. Her blonde hair framed the sweetest innocent face. As she noticed me staring, she smiled widely. “I think I’m going to enjoy this, I can’t think why we haven’t been here before.” She laughed.

Tammy looked on indulgently. I thought she wouldn’t have been so content if she could have known what I was thinking about her daughter, and how I’d like to make love to her.

However she suddenly spoke. “Marie, I just noticed it’s getting close to closing time. I wonder if we could impose on you to stay open a little longer. I promise we’ll buy something. Would you mind us staying for a while?”

“Of course not,” I replied. “That way I can spend some time with you both and you can choose something really special.” I went across to the shop door, locked it and pulled down the blind as I put the CLOSED sign on the door.

Thank you so much,” said Tammy, “Now we can relax and enjoy ourselves, knowing we will not be disturbed.”

Jena had been looking at the clothes on display. She picked out two dresses to try on, and went into the changing room. I stood beside Tammy’s chair. “Jena wants to make an impression at the party,” said Tammy. “I want her to have something especially sexy.”

“I am sure she will be spectacular at the party,” I replied.

Just then, Jena came out wearing a mini green satin dress. It had a plunging neckline and the skirt was split to the thigh. She looked ravishing, and I felt another flush as I saw the upper curves of her breasts and the long muscular legs from her ankles to her hips.

“That looks lovely,” said Tammy. “Except that I can see your bra straps.” She turned to me. “Do you think Jena should wear it without a bra, Marie?”

I swallowed, “That would be best, I agree,” I said. “Underwear always spoils the line.” The mere thought of seeing her in that dress without a bra made my mouth water, and my pussy moist.

I was startled to hear Tammy say, “Marie, would you be a dear and help Jena to get the right look. Don’t bother with the changing room. It’s only us here.”

I dazedly found myself going over to the sexy teenage girl, stood behind her and with trembling hands, undid the zip at the back of the dress and let it fall to the ground. The girl stood there in front of her mother and me in just bra and pants. “Now take off her bra, please, Marie,” suggested Tammy.

I released the hooks between her shoulder blades and taking a deep breath, I let it go. Her flawless back was in my sight, the skin creamy and smooth.

“Now the panties, Marie.” Tammy obviously hadn’t realized the effect her daughter was having on me. I bent and slipped the panties down, to find a perfect little round ass inches from my face. Did I detect a faint musky scent?

“Turn around, darling,” Tammy told her daughter.

My hand flew to my mouth to stop the gasp I couldn’t help making. They both laughed to see my reaction. “It is okay,” said Tammy, “She always has that effect on people who see her body for the first time. Isn’t she the most perfect thing?”

And she was. Even in front of her mother, I couldn’t risk losing this chance to inspect this beautiful teenage girl’s body. I let my eyes travel over the young girl-flesh. The tiny pink feet, slim calves and long smooth thighs. A perfect triangle of silky fur, a flat belly with its dimpled bellybutton and two wonderful high firm breasts. Her nipples were brownish pink and puffy and I could only imagine what they would look like when her excitement made them erect, and how they would taste. This lovely body was crested by a wonderful virginal face.

As I stood there staring with my mouth open, Tammy said, “Jena, darling, I think Marie likes you!”

That ironic remark broke the ice and we all laughed. “Now try the dress, dear.”

I helped Jena to put the green satin on again. She certainly looked more sexy without underwear, but there was still one thing missing. Did I dare mention it? Did I have the nerve? What would they think? Throwing caution to the wind, I decided to try.

“Tammy,” I hesitated, then seeing the mother’s encouraging smile, “it would be even more perfect if her nipples were erect!”

“Of course, how clever you are, Marie,” she agreed, and told her daughter to play with her nipples to excite them.

“Oh, Mom,” Jena said, “You know it is more exciting to have someone else do it for me. Couldn’t we ask Marie to?”

Tammy turned to me, pointed at Jena and said, “Do you mind?” In no way did I mind.

I went behind the young girl where she was standing, facing a mirror. I saw my own hands slipping under her arms and the fingers slowly moving up to the mounds under her dress. I was just about to cup her breasts when I heard Tammy’s voice. “No, Marie, take the dress off first.”

I swallowed nervously, beads of perspiration appearing on my forehead. This was rapidly getting out of hand. I released the zip and the dress fell in a puddle around Jena’s feet.

Now I was standing behind this gorgeous girl looking at her totally naked body in the mirror. Once again my hands crept around the slim body and this time I cupped the perfect flesh of her breasts in my waiting hands. I weighed them in my hands. They felt so firm and heavy. Jena leaned her head back and I gently kissed her smiling lips.

She responded by slipping her tongue into my mouth. I realized how hungry I was and how long it had been since I had had sex, except of course for my vibrator or fingers.

Now overcome with lust, I grabbed her nipples between my fingers and thumb and pinched, pulling and twisting them as my lust built.

Our kiss went on and on. I forgot about the mother watching me enjoying her daughter, all I thought of was my own passion. Oh, how I wanted that girl.

Suddenly I heard a soft clapping. I remembered where I was and let the body in my arms go, thinking to myself, I’m really going to go to jail this time. What’s the penalty for lesbian rape? I wondered.

But then I saw the proud smile on Tammy’s attractive face. “Why don’t you lie down together on the couch?” she suggested. “You would both be much more comfortable there.”

I took her daughter Jena by the hand and led her over to the couch I keep for customers. Gently I laid this beautiful baby girl down and knelt beside her. Tammy moved her chair to come and sit beside us where she could see every detail of our passion.

My inhibitions gone, I again touched her pouty lips with mine, then traced the outline of her lips with the tip of my tongue before I penetrated her warm mouth.

As our tongues danced, I allowed my hand to drift to her breasts and played with her nipples. Breaking our kiss, my mouth and tongue explored her silky neck. My tongue licked a path to her breasts, leaving a little wet trail as my hand caressed her tummy. As my mouth found her little nipple I allowed my tongue to lick in a little circle around it while my hand played with her other nipple, running my fingernail across the tip. Opening my mouth, I sucked her nipple into my mouth and nursed like a baby.

Dragging my teeth on her little nipple I heard her soft moans, and knew where my mouth was headed next.

Kissing and licking under her breast, my mouth continued to explore her soft tummy until it found her sexy belly button. Since I’ve always had a fetish for tummies, I paid homage to hers with a passion, fucking her belly button with my tongue as my hand crept down to part her beautiful legs. I was oblivious to everything except to taste her young pussy, so my tongue continued to explore more until it found her mound, and then her wonderful pussy. Stopping for a moment to breath in her wonderful scent, I kissed her pussy through her tantalizing fur.

As my tongue licked her delicate folds, my hands caressed her inner thighs. She was so hot and wet and so was I.

With my thumbs I parted her pussy lips so I could lick her inner pink lips, before plunging my tongue in deep to probe her pussy walls. Then I licked in a little circle around her hood and clit, sucking hard to free her clit from its protective covering. Cupping my tongue, I drew her clit into my mouth as I allowed my middle finger to enter Jena’s pussy, finger fucking her as I sucked on her little swollen clit like a straw.

I was surprised to see Tammy’s hand caressing Jena’s perfect breasts. Nodding in approval, she had hiked up her own dress and was madly finger fucking herself as she watched us in our passion.

“Yes, fuck her, Marie, make my darling cum,” Tammy said. By this time Jena was squirming in ecstasy.

As I tongue fucked her, I reached my fingers to her swollen little clit and patted it quickly.

She came in a gush, bathing my face with her sweet honey.

As I sat back I saw that Jena and Tammy were kissing passionately as Tammy continued to finger herself, moaning her orgasm into Jena’s mouth.

Now I finally understood their relationship.

Since I had enjoyed the session so well, I couldn’t resist giving Jena the green satin. I wanted her to look her best for the party they were planning.

As they were preparing to leave Tammy said, “We’re going to be steady customers,” and Jena said, “Oh yeah.”

Little did I know when the two new customers walked into my shop that day that my life was about to be changed. I now have several new friends, due to them, and often visit their homes.