A brief summary of what has transpired thus far: Katherine is a shy. inexperienced teen girl who is starting over at a new school, after being mercilessly harassed by bullies at the last one. It’s her first time in the cafeteria, and the girl assigned to show Katherine around strongly suggests she avoid one table in particular where four very different girls sit. She calls them “lesbian delinquents,” and a “regular bad girls club,” before abandoning Katherine to her own devices. Desperately needing to take a seat before everyone starts to stare, Katherine somehow finds herself approaching the very table she was warned against. She spends her lunch break with these girls and enjoys it, despite feeling a bit uncertain about the whole sex-with-other-girls thing.
In the days that follow, Katherine finds herself feeling very much at home in the company of Yolanda, Fiona, Claire and Terri, enough to consider them friends. She still feels like a bit of an outsider, not having tried sex with a girl before… or with anyone, truth be told. Still uncertain about her own sexual preferences, but thinking more and more about other girls, she begins to masturbate on a regular basis. She enjoys touching herself. but has yet to achieve orgasm… a problem she finds increasingly frustrating. What to do?
And now, dear readers, we make our way into the next installment. Read on…
by Mystery Mouse
CHAPTER 4 – The Peanut Butter Test
Katherine sat at the small table in the kitchen, staring at the object in her hand. It wasn’t particularly big, just a few inches by a few more inches, nor was it particularly heavy. But the sight of it filled her with an unaccustomed mixture of excitement and dread.
“C’mon, out with it,” said Katherine’s mum, placing two steaming mugs of hot chocolate on the table. “What is it that’s got you so agitated?”
Katherine handed over the card that had just arrived in the post. Her mother looked at the writing on it, cleared her throat, and read the contents out loud. “Let’s see … ‘Miss Yolanda Mason hereby requests the pleasure of your company…’“
She read the rest to herself until she reached the end. “So this is how you kids invite people to sleepovers these days? So much more formal than when I was your age.”
“Yolanda said that, since I’ve never been to one before, she wanted to do something special,” Katherine said. “So I’d never forget.”
“Aw, that’s sweet of her. What a lovely gesture.”
“Well, Yolanda’s like that.”
“Wait. I don’t think this is handmade,” her mother observed, examining the invitation closely. “This looks like it was done in a print shop or something. Now, that’s impressive.”
“Yeah,” Katherine sighed. “She’s a bit like that, too.”
It was true. Yolanda’s parents were successful entrepreneurs in some profession that Katherine had no hope of understanding. So far, their youngest daughter had managed to avoid becoming a stereotypical rich brat, but she was certainly happy to spend money if she felt the need.
Yolanda wasn’t an only child, but there was a significant age gap between her and her sisters, who had long since left home. This meant that when Mr and Mrs Mason were off at one of their many seminars or conferences, Yolanda was left home on her own. She often took advantage of the situation by having the rest of the girls over. Which meant that the four girls had the spacious house to themselves for most of the weekend until Yolanda went to church on Sunday, with no one outside having any clue what was happening inside.
Needless to say, these sleepovers inevitably involved very little in the way of clothes and lots and lots of sexual intimacy.
Or as Terri once called it, “a big, no-holds-barred, lesbian fuck-for-all.” And that’s what Katherine had just been invited to.
When handing Katherine the invitation, Yolanda made a point of mentioning that sex didn’t always happen at her sleepovers. There were other things to do at her house, after all. “Besides,” she insisted, “we have other interests. It isn’t always about sex.”
“Mostly is, though,” Fiona had remarked.
“Fiona!” Yolanda protested. “That isn’t all we do, and well you know it.”
“Well, we have got to take th’ occasional break,” Fiona said. “Can’t spend the whole bloody weekend fuckin’, after all.”
“Oh, for pity’s sake!” Yolanda exclaimed, rolling her eyes. “Look. What about that movie we watched last time?”
Claire spoke up from the other side of the lunch table. “What, you mean that Suicide Squad thing?” She snorted in derision. “That was bloody awful! The only good thing about that whole waste of time was seeing Margot Robbie in those tight little shorts.”
“Meh, she was better in Barbie,” Fiona muttered. “Modern movies are feckin’ rubbish, anyway.”
“She was hot.” Terri spoke up, adding her opinion to the mix. “Hey, if you can get her to come to one of these things, that would be amazin’. Imagine havin’ that body curled up against yours…” She gave a blissful sigh.
“Anyway…” Yolanda cut in. “The point is, it’s more of a sleepover than a sex party. And I’m sure we can all behave if we need to – can’t we, Teresa?” She glared at the short brunette, who simply grinned in response.
Katherine hadn’t been convinced. Now, seated at the kitchen table, she still felt uncertain. She knew what her friends did with each other, but only at a distance. Her friends frequently discussed sex, but they’d never actually done anything like that in her presence. Now that there was a very real possibility that they would, the same thoughts kept going round and round Katherine’s head:
They have sex with each other a lot… especially at sleepovers. They’re almost certainly going to do just that at this one. And when it happens… will I want to be part of it? And what happens if I don’t?
It was so confusing! Katherine really wanted to get her mother’s advice on what to do, her mum always knew just what to say, but there was no way she could let her know just what was so different about her new friends. But maybe she could be clever about it.
Taking a deep breath, Katherine looked up from the tabletop. “Mum, what do you do if … Um, how do you deal with it if somebody you’re friends with really, really, really likes peanut butter … and you’re not sure you do?”
Nice one. Katherine thought, wincing inside. Real smooth. Like an absolute pro. Nothing suspicious about that at all.
“Peanut butter?” Barbara echoed. “Is this a drug thing? Are there going to be drugs at this?”
“No, Mum, no,” Katherine hastened to assure her. “I mean, like, actual peanut butter. What if somebody makes, I don’t know, a bunch of sandwiches and everyone’s eating them. And you’re not sure you want to, but maybe you do. And either way, you don’t want to be the one who isn’t joining in. So … what do you do?”
“Are you sure this isn’t a drug thing? Because this really sounds like a drug thing.”
“No, Mum.”
“Or is it to do with alcohol? Have your friends started drinking yet?”
“It’s not that, Mum,” Katherine said. This wasn’t going the way she’d hoped.
“Boys, then? Are there going to be boys there?”
“Mum! There won’t be any boys!” At least she could be certain of that.
“Well, if you say so …” Barbara paused to think, rubbing her chin. “It’s tricky,” she finally said. You should never let other people make you do what you don’t want to do, that’s obvious. But it’s not always that easy. You want people to respect your decisions, but you don’t want them to think you’re not a team player, either.”
“I guess.” That was pretty much what had been going through Katherine’s mind. She was worried that she’d feel obliged to join in if things got hot and heavy. She honestly didn’t know if she wanted that or not.
“I think,” her mother continued, “the important thing is to stay true to yourself. If you don’t want to eat that peanut butter, then don’t. If your friends think any worse of you because of that, the heck with them. They’re not your real friends and they don’t deserve you.”
That was what she needed to hear. Much as she wanted friends, she couldn’t let that control her actions. She had to do what she wanted to do. Katherine got up from her seat, moving to where her mother sat. “Thanks, Mum,” she said, giving her a hug from behind.
“Glad to be of service,” Barbara replied, patting her daughter’s arms. “So… definitely no boys at this sleepover, right?”
“Absolutely not,” Katherine murmured, placing a kiss on her mother’s cheek. “Like some help with the dishes?”
***
No matter what happens, Katherine herself, I won’t do anything I don’t want to do.
She was repeating Mum’s advice under her breath as she stood at Yolanda’s door a few days later. She pushed the doorbell and, after a few seconds that felt like hours, the door opened.
“Katherine!” Yolanda cried, smiling hugely. “You made it!”
“Hiya,” Katherine said weakly.
“Did you have any trouble finding the place?”
“No, no. Not really.”
The only trouble Katherine and her mother had on the way to Yolanda’s place was fighting a sense of disbelief. Every property they passed on the estate was large, fancy, and expensive-looking. To the Pearson family, who were careful to count their pennies because they didn’t have many to spare, it was a different world.
“Well, come on in. Everybody’s here.”
Katherine turned to wave goodbye to her mother, then followed her friend indoors, still fighting her nervousness. I can get through this. I can get through this.
“You can put your things there,” Yolanda directed, indicating a small pile in the corner of the hallway.
Katherine obeyed and, as she added her bag and pillow to the collection, was gratified to see that at least one person wasn’t taking this weekend too seriously. Katherine had put a lot of effort and time into choosing a pillowcase no one would make fun of. In the end she’d borrowed a light grey one belonging to her mother. Simple, neutral, and safe.
But sticking out of the pile was a pillow that was anything but simple and neutral. It was fluffy, adorned with cartoon characters, and brightly, almost garishly coloured.
Katherine had to smile. Good old Terri. May she never grow up.
Yolanda opened a pair of doors leading off the hall. “Look who I found,” she announced, beckoning Katherine through.
Upon entering, Katherine found herself in a spacious lounge. On the far side was a large fireplace with an equally large television on the wall above playing a music video. Facing this were three sofas, draped in thick blankets and arranged in a U shape around a low, rectangular coffee table.
Claire was perched on the arm of one of the sofas, idly swinging a leg in time to the music, and on the floor, to either side of the coffee table, sat Terri and Fiona, playing a board game Katherine didn’t recognise. Terri’s back was to the door, so she didn’t see Katherine come in.
“Kat!” Fiona waved enthusiastically and then, when Terri turned to look, quickly rearranged some of the pieces on the board. “How ya doing?”
“Okay, I guess,” Katherine replied. What else was she supposed to say? It had only been a few hours since she had last seen everyone at school.
To Katherine’s relief, her friends hadn’t dressed for the party. She had chosen the most inoffensive top and most unremarkable pair of jeans she owned, and it looked like the girls had just thrown on whatever made them comfortable.
Fiona and Claire were both in jeans as well. Claire’s blonde hair was hidden beneath a baggy hoodie. Terri was wearing some sort of yoga crop-top and pants combo that was close-fitting enough to put unwelcome thoughts into Katherine’s head. She was also barefoot, which was even more distracting. Yolanda, meanwhile, looked smart in a designer skirt and matching blouse. But then, looking smart was what she did. Katherine wasn’t sure Yolanda even knew what casual clothing was.
“Tha kitchen’s th’ other side of th’ hall. Loo’s over there,” Fiona said, pointing vaguely, her attention riveted on the game. “Help yourself if y’need anything.”
“Thank you, Fiona,” Yolanda said, frowning slightly. “I was about to say that. But yes, there’s soft drinks in the kitchen and we’ll have takeout delivered later. In the meantime, just make yourself at home.” A pause. “Um, I’ll be right back.” With that, Yolanda set off for the bathroom.
But I’m not at home! Katherine thought. I mean, I already know how to relax at home. Okay, don’t panic, for God’s sake. Do I sit? Stand? What should I do?
Then Terri’s shocked voice broke into her thoughts. “The hell?! How did you do that? I was beatin’ you by bloody miles!”
“You’ve not got the skills, T,” came Fiona’s calm reply.
“Bugger that. Set ’em up again. Katherine, you’re playin’ as well. Come pick a colour.”
Uttering a silent prayer of thanks to the Fates, Katherine sat down and did her best to join in the game.
As the minutes passed, and evening slowly approached, Katherine did indeed find herself relaxing. Despite her misgivings and concerns, it was just like being with the girls at school. They talked, they laughed, they sang along with the songs on the TV, they all just … hung out. They weren’t really doing anything in particular, just spending time enjoying each other’s company.
As for Katherine, her worries that she wouldn’t know what to do soon vanished. Her friends made sure to include her in whatever they were doing. Not in a pitying way, but in a way that suggested they genuinely liked her.
Katherine’s very first sleepover was proving to be a pleasant experience, thus far unruffled by nudity or lustful behaviour.
But that started to change as the evening drew on and the girls started to get hungry.
Curry was ordered, it was delivered, and the girls eagerly tucked in.
As they ate, Fiona reminisced about one night when Claire intended to answer the door in the nude, just because she had a crush on the delivery driver.
“We hadda fuckin’ rugby-tackle Claire t’stop her. I went t’get th’ food, an’ all the while I could hear her swearin’ through th’ kitchen door. I was practic’ly pissin’ meself laughin’,” She shook her head, recalling it. “Th’ poor wee gel with th’ pizza must have thought I was mental.”
Claire was unrepentant. “Yet another reason you should’ve let me do it. Bet I could’ve got us a discount.”
Fiona gave a snort of laughter. “Yeah, right. I’m sure they have a ‘horny eejit’ price plan.”
“You never know ’til you try. And believe me, she was totally worth the risk. God, you could’ve bounced pennies off that arse of hers.”
It was though a valve had been opened, and all the sex talk Katherine’s friends had been holding back came spilling out.
As they nibbled their starter, they talked about swimming naked in the pool outside and doing each other on the deck chairs.
As they worked through their main, they talked about orgasm races and how Terri was capable of “washing your face,” when you went down on her. “She nearly drowned me once!” Yolanda claimed..
As they feasted on their desserts, they talked about Fiona’s anal experiments in the kitchen and the various household objects they’d put inside each other.
None of it was really aimed at Katherine, though all the girls were making occasional eye contact with her when they spoke. The girls weren’t trying to impress her – at least, she didn’t think they were. They didn’t seem to be implying she should join in, either. These were just things they did when they were together, so it provided fuel for their conversation.
But the subject material was setting her on fire. As much as Katherine tried not to let it affect her, she couldn’t prevent herself from being assailed by images of her friends naked and getting up to the lewd antics they chatted about. And she couldn’t shake a nameless longing to release the erotic tension that throbbed and pulsed beneath her belly.
That feeling got so acute that Katherine actually found herself disappointed when Fiona revealed the movie she’d brought for everyone to watch … and it turned out not to be porn. Katherine didn’t even like adult movies – what little she’d seen of them, at least – but the urgent signals she was getting from down below were messing with her brain. She found herself even wondering if she dared to slip into the toilet across the hall and try to make herself come.
“It’s a fecking classic. Best fillum ya will see all this year. Trust me.”
Claire rolled her eyes. “It’s in black and white, Fi.”
“Aye. So?”
“Don’t you ever watch anything from this century?”
Damn it, Claire, stop arguing, Katherine shouted in the privacy of her head. The sooner the thing starts, the sooner it ends… and the sooner I can try to sort myself out.
Thankfully, as the opening credits faded, and the story began, Katherine was able to focus more and more on the screen; less and less on the distinctly wet patch in her knickers.
The movie was an old one from the glory days of Hollywood, when men always wore suits and women were perpetually glamorous. The plot itself was simple, almost ridiculously so: one woman’s quest to get her first kiss before she hit the ripe old age of thirty. In Katherine’s opinion, it was old-fashioned and more than a little sexist. But she could also see why Fiona liked it. Her Irish friend had made no attempt to hide how much she enjoyed the female form, and every woman in the movie, especially the main character, was soft-lit, flatteringly made-up, and impossibly beautiful.
Fiona and Claire shared the sofa on the left side of the room, Yolanda had the middle sofa to herself, while Katherine and Terri occupied the third. This meant that Terri’s bare midriff was constantly in Katherine’s peripheral vision, though she tried her best to ignore it.
About midway through the story, just as the heroine was having what seemed to Katherine to be a very melodramatic argument over something trivial, Terri got up to get a drink. She returned a few moments later with a glass of orange juice, placed it on a coaster on the table, and sat back down, folding both shapely legs beneath herself, brushing Katherine’s thigh with the toes of one foot.
The contact was marginal at most. Just the smallest fraction of touch. Katherine could barely sense anything through her jeans anyway. But she was still quite aware of Terri’s toes.
And they burned. Like tongues of fire, teasing her skin.
Katherine did her best to focus on the movie, but that delicate touch played hell with her concentration. Now she was desperate for the film to be over. For the whole night to be over. Just so she could go home, hasten to her bedroom, lock the door, tear her clothes off – and maybe, maybe, give herself the release she’d been aching for.
After what seemed like a small eternity, the movie wound to a close. The main character kissed her one true love, the orchestra swelled to a crescendo, and the television proudly declared it to be THE END.
“There’s no bloody credits?”
“I told ya. They put them at th’ beginning in those days!”
“Oh God … is that why that took so long?”
“That wasn’t long. Credits now are so fecking long nobody watches them. This way was so much better.”
Yolanda nibbled on a leftover piece of naan while Fiona and Claire drifted into a friendly argument about the merits of modern moviemaking.
“So what did you think of the movie, Katherine?” Terri asked.
“Um… it was all right,” Katherine replied. In fact, she’d missed a good bit of the plot, caught up as she was in her confused feelings.
“Yeah… Y’know, it got me thinkin’. In fact, it got me thinkin’ about you. Um, ‘scuse me for bein’ a nosy bugger, but you’ve not been kissed before, right?”
Katherine felt her cheeks begin to flush. “I’ve kissed my mother.”
“Nah, nah. I don’t mean that. That’s just normal family stuff; everybody does it. Even my mum used to kiss me, back when we was little.”
Without getting up from the sofa, Terri rearranged herself so she was on hands and knees, her face close to Katherine’s. It might have been her imagination, but to Katherine it seemed as if Terri’s rich chocolate-brown eyes were radiating warmth and affection.
“What I mean is, you never had someone kiss you like a lover,” the girl continued. “You’ve not been kissed for the pleasure of it. Am I right?”
Katherine felt hot and cold at the same time. She couldn’t help but notice how close Terri was. How near that small, lithe, nimble body was.
“No. Never,” she managed to whisper, heart pounding in her chest.
Terri slowly shook her head. “See, that’s a damn shame. You’re beautiful. An’ your lips look so kissable. Not kissin’ you ought to be a crime.” She moved even closer, her body now definitely inside Katherine’s personal space. “So while we was watchin’ the movie,” Terri continued, her voice a low, husky, purr, “since you ain’t experienced a proper kiss, a real one, I was wonderin’ if, um, I could fix that for you…?”
Katherine bit her lip. This was it. The moment she’d been dreading all along. The peanut-butter dilemma. Or did she actually want this more than anything in the world?
“If you’d rather not, that’s fine. I don’t do nothin’ to a girl if she doesn’t want it,” Terri said. “It’s up to you.”
I should say no, Katherine thought. Say no, but thank you. Then make my excuses, ring Mum and go home. Go home, go to bed, and pretend this never happened.
But is that what you want, Katherine? Is that what you really want?
Looking within herself, she made a decision. Really, she’d made the decisions ages ago, she just hadn’t realised it. She drew in a deep breath and uttered just a single word.
“Okay.”
Terri smiled and, without a word, leaned forward. Katherine closed her eyes, tensing slightly. To her great surprise, Terri kissed her forehead instead of her lips.
“See, that’s a soft one, just for starters,” Terri murmured. “People don’t realise you don’t have to just dive in there. Oh, no — keep your eyes closed. I ain’t done yet.”
Next, Terri kissed Katherine’s eyelids. “See, kisses can be gentle, they can be hard … an’ they can go anywhere.”
She kissed Katherine once on each cheek, her lips brushing the tip of Katherine’s nose as she passed from left to right. Katherine couldn’t help but whimper in frustration. After the buildup, the waiting, she was desperate to be kissed on the lips … and Terri was kissing her everywhere but!
“I hear you, babe, I hear you. But you gotta wait. This is one of my favourite bits.”
Katherine’s mind raced as she tried to anticipate what would come next. Then she felt Terri’s mouth on her neck, and couldn’t keep herself from crying out.
The pleasure of it, the sheer, intense pleasure! Terri’s kisses switched from soft to hard to soft again, sometimes kissing, sometimes biting – yet everything she did sent shockwaves of ecstasy racing through Katherine’s body. Her nipples stiffened; her vagina throbbed.
Terri travelled round to the other side of Katherine’s neck, nuzzling her jawline as she went. Katherine’s nose registered the faint orange scent of Terri’s shampoo before her friend renewed the assault.
Katherine moaned in delight, then disappointment as Terri abruptly broke away. Her eyes remained closed. It didn’t occur to her to open them again, so she had no idea what her friend was doing. Then she felt Terri’s mouth touch hers, and surrendered without hesitation.
Terri kissed Katherine, and Katherine melted into her. She was putty in Terri’s hands, unable, unwilling to do anything but submit. Without realising it, she slumped sideways until she was practically lying down on the sofa. Terri was on top, straddling Katherine as she worked her magic.
Katherine’s first kiss quickly became her first French kiss as Terri’s tongue shyly ventured between her lips. She’d always expected it would feel strange, but it didn’t. It seemed completely natural. An extension of something beautiful and pure.
Surely there can be no pleasure greater than this, she told herself. But even as the thought entered her mind, Katherine knew it was far from the truth.
This was evident when Terri touched her inner thigh.
That exploring hand slowly, inexorably, began to travel up Katherine’s leg. Without thinking, almost without being aware of it, she parted her thighs, giving Terri complete access to everything she had.
Her doubts and fears had evaporated, as if they’d always been an illusion. Why was I scared of this? she wondered. It’s exactly what I need.
Fingers trailed across the front of Katherine’s jeans, almost but not quite tickling, until Terri reached her goal … and Katherine groaned into Terri’s mouth when she felt the girl’s hand pressing against her mons. It was through denim and a layer of cotton, but somehow Terri knew just how to touch her.
As their kisses grew in intensity and passion, Katherine shivered as Terri’s attention shifted to her clitoris, fingers working the inflamed nubbin until Katherine broke away, gasping, “Oh… oh my God!”
She mewled with disappointment when Terri abruptly took her hand away to pluck at Katherine’s top. “I think it’s time we took all this kit off,” her friend whispered. “Don’t you?”
Opening her eyes, Katherine gave a mute nod. She didn’t trust herself to speak.
Guiding Katherine into a sitting position, Terri took her top and bra off, then she quickly stripped herself bare as Katherine removed her own shoes, socks, jeans and panties. As she finished undressing, Terri’s eyes never left hers … that is, until the small brunette’s focus was drawn a little lower.
“Damn, Katherine. Your tits are amazin’,” Terri said, adding a soft whistle of appreciation.
Katherine didn’t reply. She was too distracted by Terri. She’d seen other girls in the nude before. It was hard not to when they showered every day after Physical Education. But this wasn’t kids getting cleaned up and changed before their next class. This was a gorgeous young athlete who was naked because of Katherine. Who was naked for Katherine. Who was naked because she found Katherine sexy. It was a thrilling notion.
It didn’t hurt that Terri was incredibly lovely. Her body was everything Katherine had imagined. It was taut, petite and absolutely perfect. From her tiny boobs to her flat tummy to – and Katherine couldn’t help but stare – Terri’s vulva. The girl’s labia were as small as the rest of her, peeking out from a smooth-shaven pubis without a trace of stubble. Katherine had never seen anything like it before.
Terri smiled. “You like?”
Katherine nodded.
“Wanna touch me?” Terri cupped her breasts with both hands. The only thing she still wore was a golden locket on a chain around her neck. Her breasts were so small that, even when she pushed them together, the locket still glinted between them.
Katherine nodded again, more emphatically. It was true. After all that fretting and hesitation she’d dealt with while getting to know her new friends, all the uncertainty about whether she could be gay or not, she found herself aching to touch Terri. To kiss her. To do all the things lesbian girls do together.
“Good girl. But you gotta wait. I have more kissin’ to do.”
That was fine with Katherine. Kissing had quickly become one of her favorite pastimes. But as she closed her eyes and waited to feel Terri’s mouth on hers, it soon became apparent that her friend had something different in mind.
A caress of warm breath on her breast was all the warning she got before Terri closed her lips on a painfully erect nipple. Katherine’s ecstatic cry was cut short as Terri reached for her pussy, this time with no jeans or panties in the way.
Katherine’s jaw dropped, and she stared sightlessly at the ceiling as Terri deftly penetrated her with a probing finger. She’s inside me. Oh my God, she’s actually inside me!
Her mind, already spinning like a whirligig, could barely process coherent thoughts. All she could do was meekly allow herself to be ravished. Terri moved from nipple to nipple and back again, never settling on one, never letting Katherine get used to what was happening to her. She licked, sucked and lightly bit, a finger buried deep in Katherine’s pussy and her thumb pressed to Katherine’s clitoris.
A storm was brooding in Katherine’s womanly core, one that seemed to gather mass with each passing second. She felt its growing power; welcomed it.
“And finally,” Terri said, her lips brushing the nipple she’d been sucking, “there’s one last place that needs kissin’. And this one’s my absolute favouritest of all.”
Katherine couldn’t reply. Instead, as if her hands had a mind of their own, she reached up to fondle her breasts, rolling and tugging at the stiffened nipples as Terri slowly kissed a path down her belly.
Dimly sensing what Terri was up to, Katherine bent her legs, giving the girl full access. She realised that Terri’s attention had thus far been on her breasts, not her mound, and a small note of worry sounded in her head. Even now, as the brunette’s lips worked their way inexorably downward, Terri’s eyes were locked on hers. What if, Katherine wondered, what if she thinks I look weird down there? Those bright red pubes of mine… what if Terri takes one look and gets grossed out?
Terri moved into position, oblivious to her friend’s concerns, getting her first real glimpse at what lay between Katherine’s thighs.
“Holy shit!” the girl exclaimed. “Your bush… it’s so red!”
Katherine’s eyes snapped open in horror. She tried to slam her legs shut, but Terri was already stretched out between them.
“It’s beautiful,” Terri continued. “I love it. It’s like your pussy’s on fire!”
She pushed Katherine’s legs apart again with very little effort and, before Katherine could object, before she could even think about objecting, Terri went down on her.
Katherine thought she’d experienced pleasure before. She loved the kissing. The nipple play. The fingering. But all that was nothing compared with the onslaught of pleasure that Terri’s mouth generated between her legs.
Despite her complete lack of sexual experience, Katherine could tell Terri was an expert at giving oral. She lapped at Katherine’s clitoris. She allowed her tongue to delve into every nook and cranny of Katherine’s most intimate areas. She thrust her tongue deep – oh, so deep – into Katherine’s vagina, purring contentedly as she guzzled up every drop of juice.
And the more she licked, the wetter Katherine got.
Katherine’s hands rested unmoving upon her breasts. All her thoughts, all her energy was focused on the petite, raven-haired temptress who was eating her out. Katherine’s mother could have walked in at that moment and not only would Katherine not have noticed, she wouldn’t have cared.
Adding a second finger to the first, Terri began to curve them, adding G-spot stimulation to her assault. Katherine felt a familiar pressure rising inside, only this time it kept building higher and higher until the feelings were almost too much to bear. It’s happening, she told herself. Oh, God, I’m finally going to come.
But somehow Terri sensed it and backed off, clearly unwilling to take Katherine over the top. Terri knew just how to keep her on the edge – preventing Katherine from reaching the peak, but without allowing it to fade from sight.
Katherine couldn’t stand it for another second. She wanted to scream, to rage. Instead, she begged. “Please, Terri.”
“Hmm?” was Terri’s muffled reply, the vibration from her lips making Katherine even more desperate for the bliss of release.
“Please,” she all but sobbed. “Make me – make me finish!”
Terri didn’t reply, but Katherine could feel her grin.
Then Terri shifted into high gear. Her fingers moved faster, plunged deeper, forcing the breath from Katherine’s lungs with every stroke. Hot, thick juices were flowing freely, trickling down the crack of her bum. That’s why there are blankets on the sofas, she realised.
Her train of thought was interrupted when she felt Terri’s free hand slide beneath her bottom. What’s she doing now? Katherine wondered, until she felt a finger slip into the crack of her arse. Then she felt Terri stroking there, teasing her anus – and that’s when her mind stopped working completely.
Katherine shuddered and shook as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her. She couldn’t cry out, she couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t think. All she could do was hold on for dear life. The pleasure was that intense. Actually, it wasn’t even pleasure. It was something more primal than that, something white-hot and powerful that she couldn’t grasp.
Then she was released… but only briefly, because within seconds she was buffeted by a second orgasm. Katherine cried out wordlessly, her body arching up from the sofa as those surges of ecstasy rose to an unimaginable peak.
She wasn’t exactly sure what happened to her after that. Passed out, maybe. Afterward, she found herself stretched out on the sofa, bathed in sweat and panting for air, somewhat dizzy and blissfully happy.
“Fuck me, that looked intense.”
Opening her eyes, Katherine struggled to focus. Gazing down at her, wearing a proud, happy smile, was none other than Terri herself. The girl who’d just given Katherine her very first orgasm. My first lover. She burst into tears.
Terri went from joyous to concerned in a flash. “Whoa! What’s wrong, babe? Are you okay?”
Katherine nodded weakly, doing her best to stem the flow of tears without much success. “It’s just … ” she spoke between sobs, “it’s just … I n-never thought anybody would … ever want to do that t-to me.”
Terri smiled again, her gaze radiating warmth. Making a tutting noise, she reached out to wipe away a few of Katherine’s tears.
“Listen, I’ve wanted to do that to you since the moment we met. You’re stupidly gorgeous.” She noticed Katherine’s lower lip trembling again. “Hey, now. Enough of that. Look. I heard what happened to you at your old school, and yeah, it sounds fuckin’ awful. But you can’t dwell on the past. You gotta move beyond it. Trust me, I know. You’re in a better place now, with better people.”
Terri paused as a thought occurred to her. “In fact,” she added, “I want you to remember somethin’ else. You’re not just one of us now. We’re one of you, too.”
Katherine thought about this one. As her breathing and pulse slowly returned to normal, it felt like her brain was starting to recover as well. She was floating back to Earth. She ran Terri’s last few words through her mind again. “Um… could you repeat that?” she finally said.
“Never mind!” Terri exclaimed, blushing a bit. “It sounded better in my head. But you know what I mean.”
“Yeah, I do,” said a smiling Katherine, reaching up to caress Terri’s cheek. She’s right… I am with better people now.
Something about those words… She repeated them to herself. trying to work out what her dazed mind was trying to say. Better people.
Other people.
“Oh my God!” she exclaimed as she hurriedly sat up, covering her bare breasts. She cast a hasty glance to her left, dreading what she’d see.
But instead of an audience of three other girls watching her have sex for the first time, Katherine saw a pair of naked bodies, intertwined on the sofa to the left of hers.
It took a moment for her to work out what was where, then she realised it was Claire and Fiona, locked in a passionate sixty-nine. Now that she was able to pay attention, Katherine could hear the occasional moan and the liquid sounds of mouths on pussies as her friends pleasured each other.
She was enthralled by the sight. From where she sat, Katherine had an excellent view of Claire’s slit, as well as the cleft of her anus. Fiona was tracing her friend’s vagina with long, slow swipes of the tongue. Then Fiona raised her head slightly, covering Claire’s sex in an open-mouthed kiss.
The effect on Katherine was positively electric. She shivered, a surge of that familiar heat making itself known again, as if she hadn’t had her first orgasm minutes earlier.
It occurred to her that she didn’t see Yolanda. Where’d she go, then?
Glancing around, she spied the black girl off to the side, completely nude and seated in a large accent chair. Katherine couldn’t see Yolanda’s hands, but her expression she wore made it obvious what she was doing with them.
Terri touched her shoulder.. “How are you feelin’? Doin’ okay?” she asked.
“Yeah, I am. Absolutely. Look, Terri, that was … wow. I mean, thank you so much. That was … God, I don’t know what to say.”
Terri leaned in and kissed her. This kiss was different than before. It was warm, gentle, and affectionate. The kiss of a friend.
“That’s all the thanks I need,” Terri answered when they’d separated. “Listen … y’ready for more?”
Katherine didn’t hesitate. She was sore, she was shaky, but no way was she finished yet. “Definitely,” she replied.
“Y’sure? I know that must’ve taken it out of you. If you’ve had enough, that’s okay. Nobody does what they don’t want around here.”
“Terri, shush,” said Katherine with a smile. “Believe me, I’m ready. So … what’s next?” She shyly touched her friend’s leg. “Would you like me to … to do those things to you?”
“Y’wanna fuck me, then?” Terri said, grinning her trademark grin.
Katherine felt her cheeks grow warm, but she refused to succumb to embarrassment. “Yeah,” she replied. “I – I do.”
“That’s grand,” Terri declared. “I’ll make sure y’get the chance, no fear. But first, I think you oughta show our hostess some love.” She stood, gesturing for Katherine to join her.
Katherine heaved herself off the sofa, her legs a bit wobbly as she stood, and meekly followed Terri to within a few feet of where Yolanda sat. The black teen’s eyes were closed, her legs spread wide – and sure enough, she was pleasuring herself with a small bullet-sized vibrator, unaware she had an audience.
“She’s got the sweetest pussy,” Terri murmured.
“I’ve never done that before. I d-don’t know how,” Katherine whispered, her resolve wavering a little.
“That’s how you learn, babe – by doin.’” Taking Katherine’s hand, she drew closer. “Yolanda.”
Yolanda’s eyes fluttered open. “Terri,” she murmured.
“Katherine?” said Terri, gesturing toward Yolanda as if offering her friend up as a special treat.
Her heart pounding wildly, Katherine slowly knelt, pausing briefly to admire the way Yolanda’s brown skin contrasted so beautifully with the pinkness of her inner womanhood. She reached out with trembling fingers to touch the girl’s slit, marvelling at how juicy it was. So, so beautiful, she thought.
Licking her lips, Katherine took a deep breath, then bent to adorn Yolanda’s sex with a tender kiss.
“Oh, yes,” Yolanda moaned. “Yes.”
As if by magic, Katherine’s nervousness had evaporated. This felt so utterly, completely right. She was confident, she owned the moment, and she was going to make another girl come with her mouth. Parting her lips, Katherine extended her tongue and began to lick.
“Hey, Katherine,” Terri murmured, caressing her arse. “Welcome to the club.”
***
At ten o’clock the next morning, Katherine dumped her bag and pillow in the back of her mother’s car and gingerly slid into the passenger seat.
“Good morning, sunshine!” her mother trilled. “Doesn’t look like you got much sleep. Everything go okay?”
Katherine yawned in reply, then added, “We didn’t get to bed until late. We were busy.”
“But it went well?” her mother persisted.
Katherine turned to wave at her friends, who had come to the front door to see her off.
And they were her friends. More than friends. She was sure of that now. Terri, Yolanda, Fiona, even Claire. They’d accepted her into their group without hesitation, and somewhere along the line, she’d accepted them too.
They were the Bad Girls Club, and she was a proud and happy member.
Katherine laughed to herself. It’s still a silly name, though.
“It was wonderful,” she told her mother, leaning back against the headrest as the car pulled out of Yolanda’s drive and onto the main road.
“Good!” Mum said. “It’s about time, too. You’ve been through so much. And I was really hoping I didn’t have to come down here and open a can of whip-ass.”
Katherine yawned again, then said, “I don’t think that’s what the phrase is, Mum.”
“Doesn’t matter. Anybody messes with my girl, they’ve got trouble. That’s what matters.”
Katherine smiled. “I love you, Mum.”
“I love you too, baby. Always. Oh, and I love your hair. Very stylish!”
Katherine reached up and touched her new braids. “Yeah, that was Yolanda. She said she couldn’t resist.”
“She sounds like somebody who’s used to getting her own way.”
“Oh, yeah,” Katherine agreed with another yawn and closed her eyes.
She thought about all the things that had happened to her since she and her mother had moved to this town. And all the wonderful things that had yet to happen.
She thought about her friends and the pleasures they’d shared over the last few hours. Pleasures she was beginning to think she’d never experience for herself. Now I have, she told herself.
Touching a finger to her lips, Katherine thought about her first kiss. About Terri. And the other girls. Their beautiful bodies. Their sweet mouths. Their various flavours, each one tantalisingly different.
“Hey, Mum?” she said, lazily stretching her limbs.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I think I like peanut butter now.”
And with that, exhausted but happy, she fell asleep.
The End
It was my little sister Amy who saw the rider first. I was in the barn looking for eggs from our last three laying hens. We’d lost just about almost everything, like the rest of the ranchers and homesteaders who lived around us.
Morcant-On-Sea was dying a slow death.