Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Joe Dornish

The next morning, Mum woke up feeling concerned that she’d gone too far when she confessed her sexual attraction to me, then promised that the two of us could make love in a few days. So she made me swear up and down that I wouldn’t tell anyone about the secret things we’d discussed. I told her she was worrying too much, and there was no way I would tell anyone I was fucking my own mum.

Then Mum lectured me about using rude words like ‘fuck’ and ‘cunt’. She said it was okay to say them when we were in bed together or talking about sex, but if she heard me speaking that way any other time,  there would be trouble. Then she told me that actually, I could also say naughty words when we were with Kiki and Henri, but only once I got to know them, and even then only ‘in the appropriate situation’. I wasn’t sure what she meant, and decided to only swear when I was doing sex, it seemed simpler.

That day at school, I saw Henri a few times but we didn’t get a chance to talk, just said ‘hi’ and waved whenever we saw each other. Later, I ate lunch with Mia, who told me that a few of the girls in her class were talking about Henri and I being friends. The talk was mostly good-natured, although they were all pretty jealous. I asked Mia if she wanted to come back to my house after school, but she had a music lesson that afternoon. We agreed instead that she would come over the next day.

After dinner that night, Lilly went into the living room to watch TV, and I helped my mother clean up.

“Did you see Henri at school today?” Mum asked.

“Yes, but just to say hello. She was really nice to me, though.”

“Henri is a truly beautiful person, inside and out. Sexy as hell, too.”

I had to giggle at that. “Yeah, she is sexy.” Then a thought struck me, “Mum, can I ask you something?”

“Anything, honey.”

“Have you had sex with Henri?”

She gave me a wicked grin, then nodded. “I have, sweetheart. Many times.”

I’d pretty much guessed that Mum had gone to bed with Henri, but I was surprised by the directness of her reply. The thought aroused me, and almost without thinking I squeezed my thighs together, making my kitty tingle.

Mum noticed what I was doing, and it made her smile. “Do you like the idea of Henri and me making love?”

I nodded. “Yes, Mum. Very much.”

“Who’s Henri?” asked Lilly, making Mum and me jump. She’d wandered into the kitchen and we hadn’t seen her enter.

“Good grief, Lilly… you startled us!” said Mum, frowning slightly.

“Henri is my friend from school,” I told my sister.

“Can we all watch telly together?” asked Lilly, making a sad face. “It’s kinda lonely out there by myself.”

Mum closed the dishwasher. “Of course, darling.” So we all trooped off to the living room and watched TV for a while.

Lilly went to bed at nine, then Mum and I turned in an hour later. I changed into a t-shirt that just covered my bum, only this time I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I brushed my teeth, then went to find Mum to say goodnight. She was in her bathroom, and had just finished brushing her long dark hair. She was wearing a knee-length purple negligee made from a shiny, silky material that clung to her breasts. The sight of her made me feel hot and jumpy inside.

Mum spied me in the mirror, then turned around with a smile. “Are you okay, Poppy?”

“Uh-huh. I just came to say goodnight.”

We came together in a hug, then stood there holding each other for a long time. God, I wanted her so badly… and right then, Saturday seemed like an eternity away.

Gently breaking away, I looked up at her. “Mum?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Can I stay in here with you tonight, pretty please?” I fluttered my eyelids and gave her a huge smile.

She thought about it for a moment, then nodded. “I don’t see why not. No funny stuff, though. We’re waiting until Saturday, remember?”

I grabbed her hands and squeezed them. “Thanks, Mum! Wow, I thought for sure you’d say no!”

“Hey, I’m not an ogre, you know! I’m just looking out for you sweetie, that’s all. It’s a big step to take, you and I becoming lovers… and it’s important that we don’t take things too fast.”

I hugged her and buried my face in her soft, luscious breasts. “Oh, Mum… you’re not an ogre, you’re the most beautiful person in the world and I love you.”

“I love you too, my sexy little girl. Tell you what — we can’t make love just yet, but we could sleep naked if you like.”

“YES! Let’s do that!” I cried.

Grasping the hem of my t-shirt, I began to pull it off when Mum placed a hand on my arm. “Let me.” she whispered.

I raised my arms and stood still as Mum gently slid it up my body and over my head, her hands caressing me along the way. Then she took a step back and took a long look, surprised to see me naked. I spun around slowly, wiggling my bum a little, then turned to face Mum again and winked at her.

She nibbled at her lower lip for a moment, then shook her head. “You’re deliberately teasing me, you little devil.”

“Me? But Mummy, you always say that I’m your good angel,” I said in a babyish voice, covering my kitty with one hand like I was suddenly feeling shy.

Some of the colour went out of Mum’s cheeks, and her mouth was hanging open just a bit as she stared at me. “Oh, sweetie, don’t do this to me,” she moaned. “I want us to — to be together, just as much as you do… but it’s important that we take our time about it. This is a huge step for us.”

“Sorry, Mum,” I mumbled, feeling a bit sheepish. “I’ll behave, I promise.” We looked at each other for a moment, then I added, “Aren’t you going to get undressed, then?”

“Oh, yes. Here, why don’t you do it?” She put her arms in the air.

I copied what she had done for me — reaching down, then slowly drawing the negligee up the length of her body, drinking in the view as each inch of skin was revealed. Like me, Mum was completely nude underneath. Once her negligee was off, I let it fall to the floor, went on tip-toe and kissed my mother.

I was getting better at kissing, not in such a heated rush. I was learning to be slow and sensual, to run my hands over Mum’s body and playfully engage her tongue with mine. What was extra special about this moment, though, was the sensation of her skin against mine. She felt so soft and warm that I could have stayed in her arms forever.

Finally breaking away, Mum paused to lightly brush my lips with her fingers. “Come on,” she told me, “let’s get into bed.”

So we did. Mum lay on her back and I snuggled up to her, resting my head on her shoulder. Taking a chance, I cupped her breast with my free hand. She didn’t object, allowing me to feel her up. I could feel her nipple stiffening against my palm, and it stirred up my desire all over again.

I had all sorts of deliciously wicked thoughts going through my mind, mainly about Mum and Henri in bed together. I wanted to talk to Mum some more about that, I wanted to try to persuade her to have sex with me, I wanted an orgasm.

Instead of doing any of those things, I surprised myself by falling asleep.

***

I woke up the next morning in Mum’s bed. The aroma of bacon was in the air, so I knew that Mum was making breakfast.

As I yawned and stretched, it struck me this was the longest I’d gone without masturbating since learning how a week earlier started last weekend. Well, I told myself, I need to do something about that. What with thoughts of Mum and Henri still swimming around in my brain, the memory of cuddling naked with Mum the night before and scent of her lingering on the sheets, there was no way I would be getting out of bed without making myself come. I was getting quite good at it, and reckoned I could take care of business in a couple of minutes, given how excited I was.

Pushing the blankets to one side, I spread my legs and started rubbing my clit. In my mind I pictured Mum naked on the bed with Henri on top of her, the two of them sharing hot, sexy kisses. Then the vision shifted, and I imagined Henri lying between my mother’s thighs, licking her kitty.

I was working my clit as fast as I could and nearing orgasm when a new, very naked third person jumped into my fantasy from nowhere, eagerly joining Mum and Henri as they continued to fuck. Shocked by my perverted imagination, I paused, shaking my head in an effort to banish that third person, but she wouldn’t be budged.

Desperate to have an orgasm, I gave in and embraced the fantasy. Mum was now licking Henri, and kneeling behind them, thrusting her fingers in and out of Mum, was my younger sister Lilly.

I felt like that was wrong somehow, having dirty thoughts about my seven-year-old sister, but my body didn’t agree. I began to think about Lilly and how cute she was, seeing her through the eyes of sexual desire for the first time. She’d never been an especially bashful girl, so I was well familiar with the sight of her in the nude. Now I drew on those images of my sister, conjuring up a new fantasy of the two of us in bed and in each other’s arms, kissing again and again. I imagined myself making love to Lilly, teaching her what girls do with other girls, even though I didn’t exactly know what that was just yet. Before long, I had a beautiful and extremely intense orgasm thinking about my sister.

Afterwards, I didn’t let myself dwell on it, just got up and headed into the bathroom to shower off. Later, while getting dressed for school, I turned the idea over in my mind, soon deciding that I didn’t feel bad or guilty about wanting to have sex with Lilly. After all, I reasoned, Mum wants to make love to me, and I’m totally okay with that… so why shouldn’t I feel the same way about my little sister? 

That morning at breakfast, I saw Lilly in a different light for the first time… and that gave me some very interesting ideas. Once Mum had taught me what I needed to know about being a lesbian, why couldn’t I pass those lessons on to Lilly? Big sisters were supposed to do stuff like that. One thing for certain: now I was more impatient than ever for Saturday to come around.

After an uneventful day at school, Mia came home with me like we’d planned. My idea was that we’d just hang out in my room, listening to music or whatever until dinner was ready. Mia has met Mum and Lilly a few times, so I took her to the living room first to say hello.

Mia has gorgeous silky brown hair and blue eyes, perfect pale skin and an infectious smile. But it’s her kind heart that I love best… in fact, Mia is one of the sweetest people I know. The problem was Mum and Lilly were as taken with her as I was. After about ten minutes, I sort of hinted that Mia and I should go upstairs, but everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves so much that in the end, I suggested we all play Pictionary instead. Even Mum joined in, saying she’d order a pizza instead of cooking, which we unanimously agreed was a great idea.

In the end, I was glad that we stayed downstairs. The four of us had a marvelous time eating slices of pizza and playing our game. Mia has a quick wit and gave as good as she got in the playful banter.

The evening passed far too quickly, but before she left I invited Mia to spend the night with me on Friday, with the promise of more games and takeaway from this incredible curry house a few blocks over. She told me that she’d love to, and that made me so happy that I gave her a big hug.

I stayed behind with Lilly while Mum drove Mia home, which was about a ten minute drive there and back. I was beginning to panic a bit when she hadn’t returned half an hour later, but then I heard the familiar sound of her car pulling into our drive.

I confronted Mum when she came in. “You were gone for ages, Mum —  is everything okay?”

She made a face. “Sorry about that, sweetie. I was speaking to Nicole, Mia’s mum.”

“Why?”

“Well, if Mia is going to stay over on Friday, I would’ve had to chat with her mother at some point. This seemed like a good opportunity to get to know her. As it happens, she’s very nice. I met Mia’s sisters, too. Evie, who is just the cutest little thing, is eight… and Charlotte is fifteen.”

“Mia says that Charlotte prefers to be called ‘Lottie’. What are they like? I’ve never met them.”

“They’re all very pretty with dark hair. You can tell they’re a family. Honestly, I didn’t speak to the girls much. I just had a quick natter with Nicole, small talk really. I like her, though, she seems nice.”

“I’d love to meet her. Maybe Mia will invite me to stay at her house sometime”

Mum nodded. “Maybe she will, sweetie… but don’t get upset if she doesn’t.”

“I won’t.” Actually, I already knew that I’d be devastated if Mia didn’t ever ask me over to her house.

Taking my hand, Mum gave it a squeeze. “Poppy, I want to thank you for staying downstairs tonight and playing games with your sister and me, that was nice. Lilly loved it; so did I.”

“That’s okay. I like games, too, and so does Mia.”

“I know that you wanted to hang out with her in your room. But when you saw how much Lilly liked Mia’s company, you did the sisterly thing and put her first. It was very generous of you, the mature thing to do.”

“Honestly, I didn’t put that much thought into it. Everyone was having such a lovely time, so… I don’t know, it just felt like the right thing to do, staying downstairs. And yeah, it was nice to see Lilly in such a good mood. She can be annoying sometimes, but I love the little squirt.”

Mum had to laugh at that. “Lilly’s a lot like you, only growing up faster. She’s in a much bigger rush than you were at that age.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh. Your sister looks up to you, more than you might think.”

I arched an eyebrow. “We’re talking about Lilly here — dark hair, complete brat?” I wasn’t about to tell Mum about the other thoughts I’d been having about my younger sister.

Mum giggled. “She’s not that bad.”

“She’s so… so private lately. Won’t let me set foot in her room.”

“Lilly’s at a… complicated place in her life right now,” Mum said, looking thoughtful. “Here’s something that you might not believe, but it’s true. Your sister really wants to be closer to you. She’d never admit it, maybe not even to herself. If you keep making Lilly feel special, like you did tonight… I think she’d blossom like a flower.”

That definitely gave me something to think about. “Thanks for telling me that, Mum,” I said, then gave her a big hug.

***

The following afternoon when we got home from school, I asked Lilly if she wanted to play a game in my room. I thought at first that she was going to go along with it, but then her cheeks turned a bit red and she  said, “Nah, that’s okay… I’m, umm, gonna go watch iCarly.” Then she left the room like she was in a hurry.

Mum overheard, and when I went into the kitchen she said to me, “She wants to spend time with you, but doesn’t want to seem like she does.” She laughed.  “Be patient with your sister, sweetie… and keep being nice to her. Rome wasn’t built in a day, you know.” I still didn’t quite understand why Lilly was behaving in such an odd way, but at least figured that Mum was right, and I should keep trying to spend time with my little sister.

That night I tried to join Mum in bed again, but she didn’t want us doing that all the time, for Lilly’s sake. That was annoying but understandable. I didn’t want my sister to feel left out, or start guessing at what Mum and I were up to, that we were about to become lovers. At least being alone in my own bed meant I could masturbate every night. I didn’t get enough sleep, though, because I couldn’t stop thinking about exciting stuff — being friends with Henri, Mia staying over the next night, and most of all, the big day on Saturday.

I had an especially interesting Friday. Mia was at a music lesson, so I was eating lunch on my own in the food hall. Then Henri came and sat with me, giving me a big kiss and hug.

“How are you?” she asked, all smiles.

I was so excited to be spending time with Henri, but tried not to let it show too much. “I’m good. You?”

She looked around to be sure she wasn’t overheard, then leaned in and spoke quietly. “I heard you spoke to your mum. Sorry about not trying to get to know you sooner — they wouldn’t let me.”

“That’s okay, I understand. I’m glad we’re friends now.”

Her voice got even softer. “Did your mum tell you everything?”

I nodded. “She told me about you and your mum… that you were, um, lovers.”

Henri was holding my hand in her lap, stroking it. It was terribly distracting, and I was starting to get wet. “Anything else?” she said.

I looked around again, just to be sure no one could hear us. “Yeah, that she’s lovers with your mum, too. She also told me she had sex with you, too. Like, a bunch of times.”

Giving my hand a squeeze, Henri sat back in her chair, pleased as punch. “She did tell you everything, good on her. And, yeah, it’s true. Your mum and I have made love, gosh, more times than I can remember.” She gave me a big smile. “So… tomorrow’s the big day with your mum. Are you nervous?”

“Yeah, really nervous.”

“You’ll be fine, just go with the flow. You’re lucky, your mother is a fucking awesome lover. She’s kind, gentle and soooo generous. I don’t know what she has planned for tomorrow, but I’m sure it’ll be wonderful.” She paused for a moment. “Can I ask you something, Poppy?”

“Sure.”

“Are you a virgin?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You and Mia are taking things slow, then?”

That confused me for a second. “What? Me and Mia? No, it’s not like that, we’re just friends.”

“Oh, I see. I’m sorry, I kinda thought you two were, um, together.”

“Don’t blame you, I s’pose we are together a lot. She’s staying over at my house tonight.”

Her eyes lit up like sparklers. “Ooh, maybe you’ll get a chance to see if she is interested in you.”

Could she be? Funny, I’d never really thought about that. “I don’t think so. I’m pretty sure she likes boys.”

Henri gave a little shrug. “She might like girls, too.”

“I hadn’t thought of that.” Suddenly I began to wonder about Mia, if she could have a crush on me. Or, wait a tick… could I have a crush on her? Just like that, I was seeing my best friend in a whole new way. “Wow,” I said, “you’re really… what’s that word for, er, being able to figure things out about people?”

Kiki laughed. “You must mean ‘perceptive’. Thanks for that. I’m not just a pretty face, you know.” She gave me a wink.

“That’s for sure. Mum sure thinks that. I can tell she likes you and Kiki a lot.”

“Aw… we love her too, Poppy. And she adores you. Your mum has told us so much about you, I felt like we were friends before even meeting. D’you remember that necklace and the earrings your mum got you for your last birthday?”

“Yeah?” Wait, Henri knew about those?

“They were actually from Mum and me. I even picked them out. Did you like them?”

“Oh my God, you did? Henri, I love them so much, you’ve no idea.”

“Do you wear them often?”

“No, no — they’re too nice to wear just any place. Special occasions only. Thank you so much!”

“You’re welcome, babe, it was a pleasure. So, how’s everything else? Anyone giving you any grief for being friends with me?”

“No, everything’s fine. People are talking, but nothing bad. How about you, are your friends okay about it?”

Henri was still holding my hand, her finger stroking the palm in a way that distracted me a bit. “Oh, I’ve had a few digs here and there,” she said, “but not from anyone I care about. Just small people with small minds.”

“Um, Henri? How can I find out if Mia, y’know, likes me… but without looking like an idiot?”

“Just have fun and be yourself. Sounds like lame advice, but it isn’t. And for what it’s worth, I already thought you two were an item, so I’d say you’re in with a good shot.”

“You really think so?”

“Well, what have you got to lose? If Mia really cares about you, she wouldn’t stop being your friend because you’re gay. Even if you want to go to bed with her!” Henri studied my face thoughtfully. “Do you want to go to bed with her?”

My mind was racing. Did I want that? The answer hit me so abruptly that I felt dizzy. Yes, yes, I loved Mia, I always had… and I wanted her, too! It was like I knew it all along, yet somehow didn’t see it.

“I… I do want to. Wow.” I was dazed, feeling hot and cold at the same time. In love with Mia… Fuck me, that was wild!

Henri looked down at the table. I was surprised to see that she was blushing. “Say, Poppy… can I ask you a favour?”

“Sure.”

“Have you met Mia’s older sister Lottie?”

“No, why?”

“I’ve got a major crush on her!”

“Wow! Is she nice?”

“Poppy, honestly, she is so cute. Anyway, I was kinda hoping you would, well, help me out?”

“Sure, I’d be glad to. Only, um… how?”

“I don’t know! Maybe try to find out if she likes girls, that would be a big help.”

Hmmm… maybe I can ask Mia about her, I thought. “Okay, I’ll try. I’ll let you know if I find out anything.”

She patted my arm. “You’re the best, thank you.” She glanced at her watch. “Oh, hell, Gotta fly. See you tomorrow!” Making a kissing sound, she picked up her book bag and hastened from the food hall.

***

When Mia came home with me after school, we all sat at the table in the kitchen and played games. Mum checked it was okay with me first, though. She said it was okay if I wanted to go to my room with Mia, but I knew Lilly would be disappointed if we didn’t spend some time with her.

My little sister’s a clever one, though. She chose to play Monopoly, which she doesn’t normally like playing, but knows that it takes ages to finish. Mum laughed when she saw the look on my face.

It was still fun, anyhow, and it turned out that Mia is a ruthless player, taking us all out in quick order. Her family plays the game a lot, we found out. We had Chinese food, then after dinner, around 8:30, Mia and I went up to my room. I’ve only got a single bed, so Mum put a camp bed up for Mia next to mine.

I put the radio on and we sat on my bed and chatted about this and that. I was desperate to tell her more about what had been happening with me, not wanting to keep secrets from my best friend. But there was so much to tell that I knew Mia would freak out if I dropped it all on her in one go.

The subject of boys hadn’t come up yet, and I was working up the courage to ask her if she was interested in girls when a song came on the radio, “I Kissed a Girl” by Katie Perry. Perfect! I turned the volume up loud, and started singing along, dancing around the room and laughing. Mia joined me, and we sang the whole song together then fell on the bed in fits of giggles when it ended.

We were lying on our sides facing each other when Mia asked me, “Have you ever kissed a girl?”

On the one hand, that question was the perfect opening to bring the subject up. On the other hand, the girl I kissed was my mother… and I didn’t exactly want to tell her that. I hoped that she wouldn’t ask who it was, but if she did I’d lie about meeting a girl while we were on holiday in Spain the year before. It wasn’t much of a plan, but it would do.

“Yes. Have you?”

“No… no, I haven’t, what was it like? Did you use your tongue?”

My heart was thumping. This was it — my big chance. “Um, Mia? Would you like to… to try it, so you know how it feels?”

“Yeah, sure,” she answered without hesitation.

I closed my eyes and leaned in, our lips came together and then… wow, her tongue darted into my mouth! I was expecting a little kiss, not this full-on assault, and I broke away without meaning to. I didn’t want to hurt Mia’s feelings, so I moved in to kiss her again — but pulled back, teasing her a little bit. Then I gave her a few soft pecks before slowly going back in for another real kiss. This time she opened her mouth, but didn’t bring her tongue into it. I gently teased her tongue with mine, encouraging her to kiss me back, and just like that, we drifted into a delicious French kiss that I felt right down to my toes.

Wrapping both arms around Mia’s back, I drew her close. Mia let out a sort of satisfied purring sound as we kissed and for a moment I forgot where I was. The whole universe was reduced to me and my best friend… only now I knew for certain that I was in love with her, too.

When we broke off, Mia was blushing. “You’re a good kisser,” I told her.

“You’re a brilliant kisser! Sorry, I went a bit mental at the beginning. You were more gentle, and softer. I can tell you’ve done it before. Um, who did you kiss, then?”

Don’t ask me why, but my story about the mythical Spanish girl went out the window.

“I promised her I wouldn’t tell anyone. Nobody else knows, either. I don’t want to break my promise. but I don’t want to lie to you either. I’m sorry.”

Mia shook her head. “Don’t you be sorry, it’s fine. That just makes you a good friend, one who can keep a secret.”

That worked out better than I’d expected, so I took a chance. “Do you like girls?”

She blushed, hid her face in her hands and laughed — more from nerves than anything else, then said, “I think so. Actually, I know so. I’m not into boys. Are you?”

I expected her to ask that, and was ready with my reply, “I only like girls. I thought about it a lot and recently figured out that I’m a lesbian.”

She was surprised, I could see that. “Are you going to tell your mum?”

“I already told her… and Lilly.”

Mia gasped. “No way!”

“Uh-huh. They were really good about it. Mum completely understood and gave me a big hug, and Lilly didn’t seem to care one way or the other.” Obviously, I’d left a whole lot out, but at least what I told Mia was true.

She sighed. “You are so lucky to have such a cool mum and sister.”

“They have their moments, I suppose,” I laughed. What’s your family like? Would they be okay with it if you told them you like girls?”

“No idea. I’m not sure Evie would understand properly, but she’d be okay, I think. As for Mum and Lottie? They’d probably be cool with it, I guess. Don’t know, really.”

“Mum told me that it doesn’t matter if you like girls, or boys, or both. She said as long as I’m happy, that’s all that matters.”

“That’s good advice. I like your mum, she’s nice.”

“Yeah, she is. By the way, does Lottie have a boyfriend?”

Shit. There I go again, blurting stuff out. I knew straight away I’d dug myself in a hole.

Mia was giving me a puzzled look. “Not that I know of. Why?”

I was so proud of myself for not lying to Mia earlier that I didn’t want to start then, so I just said, “Oh, I was just wondering if she liked girls.” At least that was the truth, if only part of it.

“Oh, um, I don’t think so. Shall I ask her?”

“Gosh no, don’t do that! I was just curious. Forget I asked.”

“Okay. Um, can we kiss again? I think I need some practice. You know, for when I get a girlfriend.”

“Practice? Okay, we can practice,” I said with a wink. She giggled when I said that, which I thought was the cutest thing. We slowly came together until our mouths met again, her tongue shyly met mine, and just like that, I was lost to the world.

We spent ages making out on my bed and talking about girls, giggling as we shared our secret crushes. I wondered how Mia would react if I told her that I’d been having sex thoughts about my little sister, but there was no way I was going to bring that up for real. It made me wonder if Mia had ever felt that way about her own kid sister Evie. That idea really got me hot.

At one point, we were lying on our sides on the bed while we kissed. I was facing the door, and Mia had her back to it. We were French kissing and touching each other’s bums when Mum knocked on the door and came in.

I didn’t move, but Mia sat bolt upright in a flash, her cheeks flushed bright red.

Mum, bless her, just carried on like there was nothing wrong. “I’m off to bed shortly. Do you girls need anything before I turn in?”

I held Mia’s hand to show her everything was okay, but the poor girl was shaking.

“Thanks, Mum, but I think we’re okay.”

She smiled. “If you girls want a midnight snack or anything, just help yourselves. Have fun. Night.”

“Goodnight, Mum,” I said as she left.

Mia was too shook up to say anything, but once Mum was gone she turned to me, panic in her eyes. “Oh my God, oh my God! Do you think she saw us?”

“Of course she saw us. Calm down, it’s fine, Mum is cool. She won’t say anything to anyone. Remember, I already told her I was gay.”

“God, if she tells my mum I’ll die.”

“Mia, look at me.” I held both her hands and looked her in the eye. “I promise you she won’t say anything, but in the morning I’ll make double sure and ask her to keep it a secret. Okay?”

“I suppose,” she mumbled. “Sorry, Poppy… I didn’t mean to panic like that.” Falling into a morose silence, she finally said, “Er, it’s late. Shall we get into bed?”

“Sure.”

Damn. Mia sure got spooked by Mum’s intrusion. I’d intended to suggest she share my bed instead of that old cot, but she didn’t seem to be in the mood for any more kissing. She even wanted to get undressed in the dark. I don’t know how she did it with the light off. I fell over twice, which was kinda funny and lightened the mood a bit.

After so much kissing, my kitty was aching to be touched. Mia’s cot was far too close for me to masturbate without her knowing, and I didn’t want to freak her out again, so I had to go without my nighttime orgasm. I contented myself with knowing that I’d just be that much more aroused tomorrow for my big night with Mum. Not long after that, I fell asleep.

On to Chapter Five!

By Girl Lover

While Mabel dozed with her little girl lovers down the hall, Jill was lying naked on the bed, her legs hanging off the edge, watching as Linda undressed, then stepped into the harness of the strap-on dildo, then buckled it in place.

Over the past two days, Jill had grown increasingly impressed with how quickly Linda had taken to using the dildo. The ten-year-old had become something of an expert in fucking hard and fast; a far cry from the shy, timid girl who still winced whenever Jill used the word “fuck”.

Linda squirted some lube onto the tip and slathered it over the rest of the dildo, then came over to where Jill lay, clutching the latex prick in her hand.

Jill pulled both legs back, opening her cunt, then watched with keen interest as her little lover carefully guided the bulbous head of the dildo inside of her and began to pump her hips.

“Tell me if it hurts,” Linda reminded her.

Jill smiled. Linda always worried about that. “It won’t hurt.”

Gripping Jill’s upraised legs, Linda worked the slippery cock in and out, slowly at first — then, feeling the tickler at the base of the dildo pressing against her clit with every thrust, her movements soon became wilder, even frenzied.

Fighting the urge to close her eyes, Jill stared in awe at her underage love partner, fascinated by how she was transformed completely by the act of fucking. It was one of the best parts of dildo sex with Linda, watching the feral animal break through the little girl’s gentle exterior. Her eyes were narrowed to slits and her teeth bared, the child’s breath hissing through them with each hard stroke. It’s like she’s possessed, Jill thought. Like some crazy sex demon takes over Linda when she’s wearing a cock. “Does it feel good?” she asked.

“Y-yyeahhhh…” gasped Linda in a hoarse whisper, her lungs heaving in rhythm with her frantically bucking hips. Jill’s bouncing breasts caught her attention, and she fell against the older girl, grasping them with both hands. She bounced and writhed against Jill’s body, trying to push the dildo in even deeper,  driving Jill wild in the process.

Jill slid her hands down the sides of Linda’s pumping body, firmly grasping the ten-year-old’s buttocks,  drew Linda even closer, then wrapped both legs around her, pressing their groins together.

Linda continued to drive viciously into Jill, the breath leaving her body in explosive bursts of “Huh, huh, huh, huh…” Suddenly she went completely still, then gave a violent shiver, her face scrunching up. “Jill,” she gasped, “Omigod, Jill… it’s — it’s happening…”

Jill was panting, too. “Uh, let it h-happen, baby. Let it… oh yes let it c-come…!”

As Linda came, she squeezed Jill’s breasts harder and harder, to the point that it began to hurt. Jill kept quiet, though. She knew that Linda wasn’t aware of what she was doing, lost as she was in the onslaught of her orgasm. Watching this shy little girl’s contorted face and hearing her choked cries became too much, and soon Jill was coming herself.

“FFFFUUUUUUCCKKK!” Jill bellowed as the old familiar feeling raged and roared through her shuddering frame until she nearly blacked out. Linda, too weak to hold herself up, fell in a sweaty heap on top of her lover.

The dildo still buried inside, Jill held Linda’s quivering body against hers. “So good, babe,” she whispered. “Oooooohhh, so g-good.”

“Why… why does that… always… m-make me so tired…?” Linda mumbled, too weak to move.

“If you could see yourself when you’re fucking me, you’d know why,” Jill answered. “You get kinda crazy.” She held her little lover until Linda’s breath gradually slowed.

They rested for a bit longer, then Jill gently withdrew from their embrace, then rose to her feet. Unfastening the dildo from Linda’s body, she buckled it around her own waist. Linda began to sit up, but Jill stopped her, “Stay there. I want that cute little ass of yours.”

Linda reached back, covering her bottom with both hands “Oh, no you don’t. You’re not gonna put that in my butt!”

“Okay, okay,” Jill said. “But your butt is so adorable, I have to play with it. Let me kiss you there, at least.”

Linda shrugged. “Sure, if you want to.”

Jill slowly dragged a finger down the crack of Linda’s upraised bottom, admiring the sheer beauty of it. She stopped at her anus, pressing inwards with the gentlest of touches, feeling how soft and warm it was. She heard the little girl draw in her breath, felt her shiver. Unable to resist, she stooped down to lick the pretty pink rosebud, trailing her tongue several times through the crack of Linda’s ass.

“Oh, God… that feels weird. I can’t believe you like doing that so much!” Linda moaned.

Pausing in her rimming, Jill looked up. “Hey, you did it to me once, y’know.”

“Yeah, ‘cause you wanted it so much,” Linda said. “I don’t know… it just seems gross”

“Not if you’re clean, silly. Aren’t you a nice clean little girl, Linda? Hmmm, maybe not… clean little girls don’t let themselves get fucked, I bet. Not ever. And you like getting fucked, don’t you?” As if to make her point, Jill slid the tip of her finger into the ten-year-old’s cunt, moving it in tiny circles.

“Oh,” Linda whimpered. “Oh, yes…”

Reaching for the tube of Astroglide, Jill squirted some into her palm. She slathered the dildo with it, gently rubbed some into Linda’s vulva, then carefully placed the tip of the dildo against the little girl’s slit. Linda tensed slightly, but didn’t pull away. In fact, she moved her knees further apart, silently inviting Jill to enter.

Her heart pounding like thunder, Jill eased an inch or two of the latex cock into the child’s snug pussy, pausing when Linda inhaled sharply. “You okay?” she asked.

“I… I’m okay,” Linda gasped. “Go real slow, though. I’m a little sore from last night.” She took a few long, deep breaths, then said, “Okay, you can go in a little more.”

Jill sank the dildo inside another couple of inches, moving slowly, slowly. “Still hurt?”

Linda took a few breaths, “No, I think it’s okay. You c-can do it to me now.”

Jill resisted an urge to laugh. Oh, my little angel, she thought. Still can’t bring yourself to say, ‘Fuck me,, but you’ll let me take you from behind with a strap-on cock. Shaking her head in awe, she worked the dildo even deeper, going as gradually as possible.

Once she’d fully entered Linda, Jill began pumping in and out. Slowly at first, then a little faster, always mindful not to push too hard. Linda was mewling and moaning, lost in helpless pleasure, and Jill knew the girl wasn’t going to last long. In fact, she was probably going to come again herself, with the base of the dildo at the exact right angle to apply pressure to her clitoris.

God, fucking her gets me so hot! Jill thought. That cute little ass of hers, offered up to me like the best present in the world… the sight of her sweet baby cunt, open to take my cock… the smell of her!  Jill took a deep breath, drinking in the tantalizing aroma of a little girl in heat.

With Linda bent over, her ass at an accommodating angle, Jill was able to penetrate the ten-year-old deeper than before, touching something inside her young lover with each stroke that made Linda cry out loud .

Knowing they had reached the point of no return, Jill bent over the trembling girl, thrusting a hand between Linda’s thighs to stroke her tiny clitoris. That immediately set the child off, her voice rising to a choked scream as she exploded in orgasm. Her excitement at a fever pitch, Jill came seconds later.

The two lovers were motionless, their bodies rigid, souls lost in boundless ecstasy. Linda held her breath, then released it in a sob-like groan slowly sinking into the damp sheets. Jill withdrew the slippery-wet prick, causing Linda to suck in her breath. She turned over and fell onto her back, a weak but very happy smile on her lips.

Unfastening the harness with clumsy fingers, Jill brought the dildo to her lips and began to lick the warm fluids from its length, humming with pleasure as she relished the sharp, sweet tang of pussy. Once she’d cleaned every trace of her lover from the toy, she let it drop to the floor, then rolled over to face Linda.

The young woman and the little girl drifted together in a gentle kiss that quickly grew heated. Linda traced Jill’s mouth with her tongue. “Mmmmm,” she purred, “you taste like me.”

“Is that a good thing?” Jill teased.

“Um, yeah,” Linda replied, blushing slightly. “The first time I kissed your p-pussy, I thought it was kinda weird tasting. But now, I really like it!” Twining her arms around Jill’s neck, she whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Jill replied. “We should get some sleep now. Tomorrow’s a school day, remember.”

Pulling the blankets over their damp bodies, they settled in, nestling together. Jill reached over to switch off the lamp on the nightstand, plunging the room into darkness.

After a moment of silence, Linda spoke. “Do you think things will be okay at school?”

“What do you mean?”

“Will the other kids be nice? Will I be able to spend any time with you? What if somebody finds out about us? What if…”

“Shhh,” Jill whispered. “Don’t worry. I’ll be there and nothing will happen to us.”

“I… I just want everything to be okay.”

Jill leaned forward to place a kiss on Linda’s forehead. “It will be.” Humming an old hymn she’d loved as a little girl, she cradled Linda until they both fell asleep.

***

Mabel awoke when she felt something tickling her. Allowing her eyes to slowly drift open, she saw Emma and Madison kneeling on either side, giggling as they played with her breasts. A glance at the clock told her that it was almost time for them to get up. Smiling at the girls, she said, “Having fun?”

“Uh-huh!” they answered in unison.

Pausing for a leisurely yawn, Mabel said, “It’s time for us to get up and get you young ladies ready for school.”

“Can we touch your boobs just a little longer?” Madison pleaded.

“No, we need to get up now.”

“Awww!” the girls groaned.

“Tell you what… we can take a shower together. How does that sound?”

Needless to say, this idea appealed to the girls in a big way. Moments later, the three of them marched into the bathroom and climbed into the shower stall.  Mabel turned on the water, then poured some soap into her hands and began to rub it into her breasts.

“Nooo! Let me do that!” Emma protested.

“Okay,” Mabel laughed. Reaching for the shampoo, she squirted a dollop into her hand and began rubbing it into her hair, then did the same for the girls.

Even after rinsing the shampoo from their heads, Emma was still rubbing Mabel’s soap-slicked breasts.

“Emma, you can’t take all day doing — Madison?…What are you doing back there?!” The little girl had been soaping Mabel’s backside, and her finger had just slipped into the older woman’s rectum.

Madison’s expression was innocence itself. “I’m washing your bottom. I gotta do the inside too, right?””

“Well, yes…  but you girls mustn’t dawdle. We really need to get going.”

“But I like washing your bottom,” Madison pouted. “It’s so big and pretty.”

Mabel rolled her eyes, then whipped around to glare at Emma, “Young lady, take your fingers out of there!” The mischievous little imp was now probing Mabel’s vagina.

Quickly withdrawing her hand, Emma slipped those wet fingers into her mouth, sampling their flavor. “You taste yummy, Gramma,” she said, gazing at Mabel with adoring eyes.

Mabel sighed as she gazed at the naked little girls, already wanting them again. The temptation was strong to reach out for them, to kiss those pretty pink mouths. But no, she couldn’t let the girls be late for school, not on their first day.

Sternly taking herself in hand, Mabel turned off the water, then stepped out of the cubicle, reaching for a towel. “Come on… let’s dry each other off,” she said.

Once that had been accomplished, Mabel sent Emma and Madison back to her bedroom to get dressed, then she tapped on Jill and Linda’s door, making sure they were awake.

***

An hour later, the girls were all at school, separated into their individual grades, with Emma and Madison together in the third grade. Mabel was well known and quite respected in the community, and she had no trouble getting all four girls registered as her grandchildren.

In the days that followed, Linda’s concerns were put to rest — none of the other kids were hostile to her, some were even quite nice, and she was always able to have lunch with Jill. During the day, some kids would ask Linda questions, such as why she’d moved there, or where her parents were, and it was a little awkward when she didn’t have a ready answer. Still, it was like paradise on earth compared to her previous school. Linda still had occasional nightmares about that place.

Emma and Madison tended to stick together, even as they got acquainted with the other kids. Before long, they became friendly with one of their classmates, a pretty redhead named Shelly. Before long, the three girls were spending most of their time playing together.

By the end of the first week of school, Emma and Madison had come to like Shelly so much that they gradually let her in on the secret of their sex life, the pleasures they shared with Mabel and each other.

“You do all that?!” Shelly asked breathlessly.

“Uh-huh!” Emma replied proudly.

“It feels really good!” Madison chimed in, “And Gramma lets us touch her anywhere we want. She even pees on us!”

Shelly made a face. “Isn’t that gross?”

“No, it isn’t! It’s really cool,” said Emma. “I promise, you’ll like it.”

Shelly wasn’t sure about the idea of getting peed on, but found herself very interested in playing sex games with the girls and their grandmother, so made plans for her to spend Friday night with them. Shelly got permission from her parents, and on Friday afternoon when Jill and Linda made their way to the corner where Mabel picked them up after school, they saw a little red-headed girl waiting with Emma and Madison.

“Who’s this?” Jill asked.

“This is Shelly,” Emma answered.

“She’s gonna spend the night with us,” Madison added.

Jill studied the three girls, narrowing her eyes. “Where is she going to sleep?”

“With us,” Madison replied, all innocence.

“You mean, you two and… Mabel.”

Madison nodded, her eyes dancing. “She really wants to meet her.”

Suddenly nervous, Linda said, “Did you guys tell her about…”

Emma and Madison nodded gleefully.

“Oh, my God. Girls, you’re not supposed to tell anyone about that!” Jill scolded them.

“But it’s okay,” Emma insisted. “Shelly wants to play with her.”

“I do,” Shelly added.

Linda was furious. “You two… aaarrggh!” She turned to Jill, spreading her arms in a gesture of utter helplessness. “They’re crazy, Jill. These two are gonna end up inviting every girl in their grade over to have sex with your grandmother.”

“We won’t, either!” Emma cried, “Just Shelly, honest!”

“We had to tell her,” Madison added. “She’s our best friend!”

Right then, Mabel pulled up to the sidewalk in her Suburban, all smiles. Shaking her head, Jill remarked, “Well, I guess we’re about to find out what Gramma thinks about this.”

As everyone climbed in, Mabel’s brow furrowed at the sight of this strange girl seated between Emma and Madison. “Well, hello, young lady,” she said. “Are we giving you a ride home?”

“Uh-uh, Gramma,” Emma said. “This is Shelly. She wants to spend the night with us.”

Mabel turned around to face the younger girls, her face gone pale. “What are you talking about?”

Suddenly unsure of herself, Emma mumbled, “Her parents said it was okay.”

“But you didn’t ask me,” Mabel said, her tone now deadly serious.

“Well, can she?”

Mabel shook her head. “I’m sorry girls, but she can’t.”

“But we told her she can do sexy stuff with you,” Madison blurted out. Mabel gasped in horror. Madison added, “Shelly won’t tell anyone! She promised not to!”

“Girls!” Mabel cried. “I can’t believe you two. I specifically told you not to say anything about us.”

“But Shelly’s our best friend,” Madison implored.

“This is supposed to be a secret.” Mabel took a deep breath, clutching the steering wheel. “ You girls need to understand that this is a very small community and everybody here knows each other. I already know Shelly. I’ve been friends with her parents for years. If they found out that I did anything sexual with their daughter, they’d be furious. In fact, they’d probably have me arrested. Is that what you want… for me to go to jail?”

The girls seemed to wilt under Mabel’s stern gaze. “Sorry, Gramma,” Madison mumbled. “I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”

“We won’t say nothing to anyone else, Gramma,” Emma said, her expression mournful. “Cross my heart an’ hope to die.”

“See that you don’t. You can’t just be inviting girls over to join us in bed, because I have no desire to be known as the local harlot. And at my age, the last thing I need is trouble with the law. Our relationship at home stays at home. Do you understand?”

All three solemnly nodded their heads. Mabel looked at each of them in turn, then centered her attention on Shelly, “Um… did Emma and Madison tell you everything that we do?”

“I think so,” Shelly said, nodding her head, then added, “D-do you really kiss each other’s trickles? I’d like to try that.””

“My lord,” Mabel muttered, looking heavenward.

Madison piped up, “We told her about how you pee on us, too.”

Mabel closed her eyes for a moment, then spoke, trying to keep her voice measured and even. “Girls, I don’t… pee on you. I keep trying to explain that it’s just something that happens when I get excited.”

“I like it when you pee on me, Gramma,” Madison said.

Mabel sighed.

***

Once they got home, Emma and Madison wanted to give Shelly the grand tour, starting with the enormous backyard. Off they went in a flurry of giggles,  while Jill led Linda outside to the hammock.

“Do you two have homework?” Mabel asked them.

“I was going to do it in the hammock,” Linda answered as she took off her backpack.

To which Jill added, “And I’m going to do Linda in the hammock.”

“Jill,” Mabel scolded, “Don’t distract Linda from her homework. And remember, we’ve got company.”

“Well, what will you be doing with our ‘company’ later?” Jill countered with a knowing smile.

Mabel narrowed her eyes at Jill, “Don’t be a smart aleck.”

Jill followed Linda down the hallway to their bedroom. As Linda took out her textbook, Jill stripped down  to her panties, then pulled on a quite-revealing tank top over her bare breasts.

Linda stared at her, “Is that what you’re gonna wear outside?”

Jill laughed. “Don’t pretend that you don’t enjoy seeing me like this… or that you don’t want me to make love to you.” She swooped Linda up in her arms, carrying her through the doorway.

“Hey!” Linda protested, but she was already giggling. Jill carried her out into the living room, over to the patio door, which Linda opened for her. Carefully making her way out to the hammock, Jill laid Linda in it, then situated herself behind the ten-year-old so that Linda was in her lap, Jill’s arms wrapped snugly around her.

“I have to read Chapter Five. See, this is a chromosome,” Linda pointed to a picture. “It’s made of DNA.”

“I don’t care about chromosomes,” Jill purred in her ear, “Right now, all I’m interested in are these.” She lightly pinched Linda’s nipples.

“Hey! Shelly is right there in the kitchen. She can see us!”

Jill snickered. “She’s gonna be too distracted by Gramma’s tits to pay any attention to us.” She nibbled at Linda’s ear, then added, “Anyhow, if Shelly is gonna be part of all this, she might as well know that we’re lovers.”

“I guess you’re right.” Returning to her book, Linda tried to concentrate on the text while Jill was feeling her up, then paused, raising her head.. “Jill?”

“Hmmm?”

“Do you think any of those girls at school are pretty?”

“What do you mean?”

“Did you think any of them were good-looking? Like that blond sophomore with the miniskirt and big boobs. Think you might like her?”

“Why would I like her?” Jill asked.

Linda sighed. “I saw a lot of girls there who are way prettier than me.”

“Is that what this is about?” Jill murmured. frowning. “You’re afraid I might get involved with someone else?”

“If Emma and Madison want to be with other girls, I figured you might, too,” Linda was looking up at her, eyes tinged with concern

Jill gave the younger girl a reassuring squeeze “I left everything for you, kiddo. Why the heck would I want someone else? Especially some stuck-up cheerleader type. I used to be one of those myself, y’know.” She paused. “Besides, Emma and Madison are a couple of little sluts.”

“Don’t say that about my sister,” Linda retorted.

“Well, let’s face it… she’s obsessed with sex. Look at ‘em in there.” Jill nodded toward the three girls seated at the table, watching Mabel prepare dinner. “You know what they’re thinking about. Getting Gramma out of her clothes.”

“Okay, yeah. But Emma isn’t a slut. And neither is Madison. They just love Gramma, love being with her. That’s no reason to call them names.”

Dipping her head, Jill placed a soft kiss on Linda’s neck. “You’re right,” she murmured. “They aren’t sluts.”

***

Inside, as Mabel chopped vegetables on the cutting board, she was distinctly aware of the three girls sitting at the table, watching her intently. And despite their efforts to be discreet, it was pretty obvious what they were whispering about. Sex. And all the things the girls wanted to do with her that night when they turned in.

She couldn’t help but feel troubled about having Shelly there, though. She’d known the girl’s parents, Ed and Olive Banford, since they were children. They were good people, and the thought of deceiving them made her ache inside. And why was the purpose of this deception? So she could have sex with their underage daughter.

Mabel glanced over her shoulder at their guest. Despite her reservations, she had to admit that Shelly was a lovely child. She hadn’t failed to notice what a cute bottom the girl had when they exited the car. My goodness, Mabel thought. When did I… become like this?

Since taking Emma and Madison as her lovers, Mabel had caught herself feeling tingly at the sight of very young girls. Just the day before, while parked by the school, she’d watched a group of them jumping rope in the playground, all of them wearing shorts, and quickly lost herself in this vision of childish beauty, aroused by the sight of the girls’ bare legs as they leapt into the air over and over again.

She kept sneaking peeks at Shelly, already imagining how the girl looked naked, or how her pretty bare slit would taste. Emma and Madison were still sharing quiet comments with their new friend, no doubt filling Shelly with anticipation for the pleasures to come.

I guess I really am a lesbian now, Mabel thought. With a shrug, she turned back and continued to cut up the vegetables.

A moment later, she heard Emma say, “Gramma?”

“Yes?”

“Did you get more syrup from the store?”

“No. I’ll get some tomorrow.”

The girls whispered amongst themselves, then Emma asked, “Do we have any honey, then?”

Mabel sighed. She knew why they were asking. “No.”

More whispering. “What about gravy?”

Mabel gave the girls a stern look as she turned around, “Now look, girls, when we go to bed tonight, we’re not going to be doing anything messy. Okay? No syrup or honey, and certainly no gravy.”

The three girls exchanged disappointed looks. Emma then asked, “Can you drink a bunch of water, then?”

“Yeah!” Madison chimed in. “A whole bunch of water. Like a gallon.”

Mabel stared at them incredulously. I bet there aren’t many lesbians who have to deal with this kind of thing, she told herself. “No, girls. We’re just going to let tonight happen on its own without… without me doing anything that I’ll probably regret in the morning.” Madison and Emma were pouting a bit, so Mabel gave them a sweet smile. “Don’t you worry, girls. We’ll still have fun, okay?” Peering at the clock, she frowned. “Oh, my — is it that late? Why don’t the three of you get out the silverware and napkins, then set the table for me?”

Moments later, the three youngsters were chatting merrily, their disappointment forgotten as they arranged the dinner settings..

***

Outside in the hammock, Linda had finished her reading and was relaxing, her head resting on Jill’s shoulder, using a finger to lazily trace lines down the older girl’s chest. Though she’d found it embarrassing at first, Linda was glad now that Jill had worn such a revealing top with nothing underneath. The fabric was so thin that it was practically transparent, and it was cut low in front, revealing quite a lot of Jill’s lovely breasts.

Linda adored every bit of her older lover, but she had the biggest crush on Jill’s boobs, nearly always wanting to touch and kiss them. Her finger, drawing little circles, edged closer and closer to the creamy globe. Then unable to hold back anymore, she drew a line with her finger that traveled across the soft bulge of Jill’s breast. She quickly glanced up to see if Jill was watching, blushing to see that she was. Without meaning to, Linda jerked her hand away.

“Don’t stop,” Jill whispered. Reaching down for the hem of her shirt, she hoisted it up to reveal her breasts. “Suck my nipples”

Linda leaned closer, her lips parting…

“Jill? It’s getting dark,” Mabel called from the patio door. “Are you coming?”

“I’m trying to,” Jill muttered, then called back, “We’re really comfy, Gramma. Do you need us right this minute?”

“Yes, you girls come on in. Dinner’s ready, and it’s getting dark.”

Grabbing her book, Linda jumped out of the hammock while Jill huffed in frustration, then resignedly got out herself and followed.

“What’re we having?” Linda exclaimed as she bounced in.

“Vegetable soup and sandwiches, dear.”

They ate dinner, enjoying each other’s company until after enjoying slices of Mabel’s peach pie for dessert. Laying her fork down, Jill stood up and reached out for Linda’s hand, “C’mon, babe… let’s go upstairs.” Eyes sparkling, Linda rose from the table with a blissful smile, and the two lovers left the dining room hand in hand without a word. Seconds later, they could be heard mounting the stairs leading to their bedroom.

“Where are they going?” Shelly asked, puzzled by the older girls’ behavior.

Emma whispered in her new friend’s ear, and Shelly’s hands flew to her mouth, “Omigod! Really?!”

Mabel cleared away the dishes while the girls talked, her mind awhirl as to what was in store for her that night. This new love she’d found with Emma and Madison had changed her life in a beautiful way, and she was grateful for it. But being the lover of little girls carried a serious risk. What if Shelly said something to her mother and father, or to someone at school? What if she wanted to come over every night, and her parents started wondering why?

Hearing the chairs squeak behind her, Mabel turned to see the three girls running off into their bedroom. Despite her mounting arousal, she took her time with the washing up. When the last of  the dishes were put away, Mabel took off her apron and turned out the lights.

She remembered how nervous she was on her first night with the girls. Now, thinking about Shelly, she was feeling that same nervousness. She made her way toward their bedroom door, her heart pounding. Maybe they just want to stay up gossiping or watch TV or something, she told herself.

Taking a deep breath, Mabel opened the door to see all three girls seated on the bed. They were completely naked, and smiling expectantly at her.

“Lord help me,” Mabel whispered.

On to Chapter Ten!

By No One

In the morning Shana picked the girls up in the limousine, with Matthew behind the wheel. Never having been in a limo before, Stacy was hugely impressed, marveling at the interior space, the plushness of the seats, and other amenities. Zoe, on the other hand, tried to play it cool like she’d seen it all before, even though she’d been just as giddy on the previous day’s ride.

For lunch, they went to an Italian restaurant Shana had looked up online, one that had been favorably reviewed by the local critics. The girls had pizza, while Shana tried their linguine carbonara. It wasn’t quite as good as what she was used to having in New York, but decent enough.

Afterwards, Shana had Matthew drive them to her hotel suite. Once the three of them had emerged from the car, she turned and tapped on the glass. When Matthew rolled the window down, she murmured, “You can have the rest of the day off. I’ll hang out with the girls for a couple of hours, then get ‘em an Uber home.”

“Will you need anything tonight?” Matthew said.

Shana shook her head. “Nah. I’m feeling kinda lazy. Think I’ll watch a movie or something, then turn in early. See you tomorrow morning.” With a brief smile, she turned away.

As the limo pulled away from the curb, Shana made her way over to the girls, who were chatting with the portly, grey-haired doorman. “Well, ladies,” she said, placing a hand on each girl’s shoulder, “shall we go inside?”

“Oh, yeah—let’s do it!” Zoe replied. Stacy gave a shy nod.

The doorman sprang to pull the heavy door open, and Shana steered the girls inside with a  smile for the man—his nametag read Arturo—reminding herself to have Matthew tip him generously before they left.

Zoe and Stacy seemed dazed by the luxury on display, looking all around with mouths slightly ajar as Shana led them to the elevators. Just wait till you see where they put me, she thought, smiling to herself.

Sure enough, the girls’ jaws dropped when they saw Shana’s suite, which featured an enormous living space with three couches, a huge TV and a fully equipped kitchen, as well as a separate bedroom, nearly as large and just as lavishly furnished, not to mention the rather ostentatious bathroom, which had been done from end to end in white marble.

Even Zoe couldn’t fake indifference this time. “Wow! This is your room? It must be bigger than our whole apartment!”

Shana smiled. “Not bad, huh? Didn’t expect such a fancy place here, I admit.”

Zoe and Stacy wandered around for a bit, jumping on the bed, trying out the couches, judging it all to be very comfortable. Shana sat and watched them frolic, feeling amused by their little girl exuberance—and just a tad turned on.

Spotting a large box filled with clothes in a corner of the living room section, Zoe pointed and asked, “What’s that?”

Shana smiled inwardly. In fact, she had carefully placed the box there earlier in the day for her guests to find. “Oh, some costumes and props of mine from past tours and the like. A bit of memorabilia, if you will. I thought you might have fun digging through them,” she said.

Zoe and Stacy looked at each other, mouths agape, then rushed over to the box as if it was a chest of pirate booty. Clothes flew out as they investigated its contents with much enthusiasm.

“Wow, isn’t this what you wore on the pictures inside the booklet of the Whispered Secrets album?” Zoe exclaimed, holding up a pink t-shirt.

“Uh, could be? It was used in some shoot, anyway. Sounds like you know better than me.” When Zoe gave her a weird look, she added, “Well, what? That was four years ago. Do you remember what you wore four years ago?”

“Guess not,” Zoe laughed, then went back to her exploration of the box.

“Whoa,” Stacy said after a moment, showing something to Zoe that Shana couldn’t quite see.

“Wow. That’s short.” Turning back to Shana, Zoe held up a tiny black-and-red micro-skirt, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, that. It wasn’t actually used. That was a suggestion from a designer for my last tour, can you imagine? I told him I wasn’t a stripper. No way I’d wear that on stage.” The girls giggled. “You’re small, though,” Shana told Zoe, “it might suit you.”

Zoe grinned. “Can I try it on?”

“Be my guest.”

Shana wondered if Zoe intended to put the skirt on over her pants or take them off, definitely hoping for the latter. In fact, the girl seemed to ponder that very question for a second, then shrugged and undid her jeans, pushing them down to her ankles.

Stacy arched an eyebrow, clearly taken aback. She obviously hadn’t expected her friend to undress right then and there. Still, Shana didn’t miss the appreciative look the girl gave Zoe’s panty-clad ass. She couldn’t blame her; it was a pretty awesome sight.

Zoe tugged the skirt up to her waist, looked down at herself, then spun around and glanced from Stacy to Shana. “What do ya think?”

On her slight frame, the skirt went down to just above mid-thigh. While the elastic waistband was fairly tight, it hadn’t been designed for a 10-year-old, so the garment slid down a little, exposing the top of Zoe’s panties. It was a very sexy look.

“Not bad… not bad at all,” Shana said. “I’m sure your parents wouldn’t approve, but it looks good on you.”

Stacy examined Zoe with a critical eye, then smirked. “You look kinda slutty,” she said.

Zoe covered her mouth, pretending to be shocked, then lowered her hand to reveal a mischievous smile. “Does that mean you like it, then…?” she asked, doing a slow bump and grind, gazing into Stacy’s eyes.

Stacy obviously hadn’t expected her friend to react like that. She shot an alarmed glance towards Shana, then glared at Zoe. “Sh-shut up,” she muttered.

Shana smiled. She had the feeling the conversation would have gone a different way if she hadn’t been there. Maybe later.

Unperturbed, Zoe shrugged, then turned that sly smile towards Shana. “Now I wanna see you wearing it!”

“Oh, is that a dare? Alright, hand it over,” Shana said, delighted with Zoe’s idea. The girl was being bold today. “But,” she added, raising one finger, “not a word of this to anyone, you two. Flashing my panties at the audience is not part of my new style.”

The girls giggled and nodded. Zoe quickly stepped out of the skirt and passed it over. She didn’t bother getting back into her jeans, just sat back down on the floor in her panties and top, looking perfectly at ease.

Shana noticed Stacy was eyeing her nervously, perhaps wondering if she was going to take off her pants like Zoe had. Needless to say, that was exactly what Shana intended to do. Two pairs of eyes were fixed on her as she stood up and casually undid her tight jeans, then wriggled her way out of them, showing off black bikini-style panties. Zoe watched with undisguised desire—so sexy to see on a little girl’s face—while Stacy was wide-eyed and blushing a bit, but not without a glint of excitement in her gaze.

Shana pulled up the skirt to cover her panties, though it barely did. The slightest movement would reveal at least a hint of underwear. “Well?” she prompted.

“Oh my God,” Zoe said. “That’s supposed to be a skirt? It… sure doesn’t cover much.”

“Right? And that guy expected me to wear this on stage. No way.”

“Well… some people might like it, I bet,” Zoe said, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“I bet.” Shana winked at Zoe, then turned to Stacy. “What do you think, then? Does it make me look slutty?”

Now somewhat embarrassed, Stacy nibbled at  her lower lip before speaking. “Well, y’know… it would look kinda, um, freaky on me or Zoe, yeah, but… you, um, you’re really hot in it.” Her cheeks turned even redder as she realized what she’d just said “Um, I mean—”

“Thanks, sweetie,” Shana said before the girl could take back the compliment. “Yeah, not something I’d ever wear in public, but it could work for a special private occasion, if you know what I mean.” She winked again, this time at Stacy.

Shana could tell the girl knew exactly what she meant, but Stacy only replied with a nervous laugh, looking surprised that an adult would talk to her like that. Breaking away from Shana’s steady gaze, she rejoined Zoe at the box of clothes.

Sitting back down, Shana let the girls have fun looking through her old stuff. She kept the micro-skirt on, fully aware of the view she was giving her guests. She felt a twinge of excitement every time she caught Stacy stealing glances at her black panties.

Zoe was having a great time trying out various articles of clothing, even if most of them were too big for her. The girl didn’t hesitate to uncover herself, even taking her shirt off when she tried another one on, revealing her flat chest. It all seemed very casual, but the glint in Zoe’s eyes told Shana that the little vixen knew she was turning on her audience—not only Shana, but surely Stacy as well.

Soon enough, Stacy got caught up in Zoe’s enthusiasm and began trying on things herself. She was a little more reserved than Zoe, keeping her back turned as she changed, though Shana still got a good look at her pert little ass as the girl tried on a black leather skirt from the Wicked Sweet tour. It also became obvious that unlike Zoe, Stacy was already developed enough to wear a bra, though Shana only caught sight of the back of the one she had on.

“Um, I need to go to the bathroom,” Stacy said after a while, looking around.

“Right there.” Shana pointed.

As soon as the girl closed the door behind her, Zoe got up and walked over to where Shana was sitting, straddled her lap, then kissed her.

Shana reveled in the feel of her young lover’s lips. As fun as it had been to tease Stacy, she’d been yearning to kiss Zoe since the girl climbed into the car that morning. “Mmmm. Well, hello there,” she said after their lips parted.

“Hi.” Zoe grinned, then leaned in to whisper in Shana’s ear. “Stacy keeps looking up your skirt.”

“I noticed. Seems like a good sign.”

“Can’t blame her.” Reaching down, a smirking Zoe pressed her fingers against the front of Shana’s very damp panties. “Hmmm… somebody’s in the mood to do stuff, huh?”

Shana drew in a sharp breath. “Well, aren’t you a bold little thing. Who taught you to be naughty like that?”

“You.”

“Oh. Right.”

Shana couldn’t restrain herself—she had to kiss the girl again. At that point in their dress-up game, Zoe was now down to an oversized gold lamé top and her panties. Shana slipped her hands under the sparkling material, cupping Zoe’s ass as their tongues tangled.

“So how do we get her to, like, join in?” Zoe asked when they paused for breath. She glanced towards the bathroom. “Maybe we just let her catch us kissing when she comes out?”

“Tempting,” Shana replied thoughtfully. “But… maybe a bit too sudden.”

“Hmm, okay.” They gazed into each other’s eyes for a moment, then Zoe said, “I am gonna kiss you some more, though.”

“Fine with me.”

They continued to make out until the toilet flushed, then Zoe jumped off Shana’s lap, moving to a distance that wouldn’t seem suspicious. Shana was left breathless and intensely aroused—also, rather frustrated. Maybe we should’ve kept on kissing like Zoe said, she mused, just to see what would happen.

Emerging from the bathroom none the wiser, Stacy announced, “Wow. I think that bathroom is bigger than our whole living room.”

“Really? I wanna see,” Zoe said. Clambering over the back of the couch, she ran to join her friend. “Woooow!”

Amused, Shana followed the girls.

“Look at the space in that shower,” Zoe exclaimed, then she turned to a raised section of the bathroom that housed a large recessed tub. “And there’s a huge bath, too… or, wait—is that a jacuzzi?”

“A what?” Stacy said.

“Y’know, like… a hot tub. With water jets and stuff.”

“Oooh, right. I never tried one of those.”

“Me neither.” There was a pause, then Zoe turned to Shana, a big smile on her lips. “Can we try it?”

“Sure, why not,” Shana said, instantly seeing where Zoe was going and liking the idea very much.

Zoe clapped her hands with excitement and quickly set the water to running. Stacy seemed uncertain about the whole idea. She leaned over to say something in Zoe’s ear.

“I’ll get you some towels,” Shana said. She stepped out of the room, but remained just outside the doorway, listening in. A mirror on a nearby dresser gave her a decent view of the girls.

“Like, naked?” Stacy whispered, barely audible over the running water.

Zoe shrugged. “Sure. It’s just us girls.”

“I guess…” Stacy nodded towards the door. “Is she gonna…?”

Zoe grinned. “Hope so!” She elbowed her friend. “C’mon—don’t you wanna see her naked?”

“Well… yeah! But… “ An anxious Stacy puffed out her cheeks. “Oh, man. Dunno if I can take the excitement!”

Zoe wrapped an arm around the other girl’s shoulders. “Maybe you should ask her to help you with that,” she said, placing her free hand on Stacy’s breast.

Laughing, Stacy playfully pushed her friend away. “Man, don’t I wish.”

Shana smiled to herself. Zoe was doing a wonderful job of planting certain ideas in Stacy’s mind. Stirring herself, she fetched extra towels from a cupboard—there were already some in the bathroom, of course, but she’d needed an excuse to leave the girls on their own for a moment. She entered just as Zoe was turning off the faucet.

“Okay, now what?” the girl asked, frowning at the placid surface of the water. “How do you make it…?”

“The controls on the side,” Shana explained, pressing one of the buttons. The water immediately began to bubble and foam.

“Whoa, cool!” Zoe examined the hot tub in action for a moment, then glanced over at Stacy. “Ready?” She didn’t wait for a reply, just pulled off her shirt and socks, then stepped out of her panties. A naked little angel, she definitely had Shana and Stacy’s attention as she climbed into the tub, lowering herself into the water.

“Oooh, this is nice,” Zoe cooed, clearly enjoying the sensation of the water jets against her back. She looked incredibly sexy—eyes closed, head resting on a padded section, her little nipples just barely visible above the water. Then, allowing one eye to drift open, she noticed that Stacy was rooted to the spot, staring at her. Making a face, Zoe abruptly sat up. “Don’t just stand there, doofus… get in!” she exclaimed, splashing water in her friend’s direction.

“Okay, okay!” Stacy yelped, taking a step back. She hesitated for a moment more, then turned away from Shana. The girl’s cheeks were flushed as she took off her socks, then pushed down the skirt she’d tried on earlier. Her shirt soon followed, leaving her in white cotton underwear.

Shana licked her lips as she studied Stacy’s ass, so lovely and pert. She had to make a conscious effort to resist reaching out and touching it, even giving it a playful squeeze. Zoe smirked at her knowingly, reading Shana’s desire as if it was emblazoned on her top.

Stacy stood where she was for a few more uncomfortable seconds, then seemed to conclude that getting it over with as fast as possible was the best option. She quickly undid her bra and let it drop, then wriggled out of her panties. Stepping into the jacuzzi, she didn’t waste any time sitting down, lowering herself until the water was up to her neck.

Shana had managed to catch a glimpse of Stacy’s budding breasts. Not large by any means, but an unmistakable sign that the little girl was maturing into womanhood. Shana had to admit that she found Zoe’s flat chest even sexier, but there was no doubt that Stacy’s ripening body also had a special allure of its own, and she longed to find out just how sensitive those cute brown nipples might be. As for the girl’s sex, it appeared to be without a trace of pubes, from the brief glance Shana could get, and looked absolutely delicious.

“Move over to where the jets are, you’ll see,” Zoe told her friend.

Stacy did as instructed, sitting in one of the spots that had massaging water jets. Her eyes widened. “Oh, wow! You’re right, this is nice.”

Zoe turned to Shana. “So… you gonna join us?” she murmured, a dare in her eyes.

“Sure,” Shana said. Of course, she wanted nothing more than to get naked and join her guests, but preferred to wait until she had their undivided attention. A little vain of her, perhaps, but Shana loved the idea of undressing for an audience of two little girls.

Trying to make it seem casual, she leisurely shrugged out of her top, undid her bra, and pushed down the all-but-useless skirt along with her panties, letting the girls ogle to their hearts’ content. Zoe did so openly, brazen little creature that she was. Stacy struggled to be polite and avoid staring, but her eyes, large as saucers, kept flicking back to Shana’s bare body.

Stepping into the large tub, Shana seated herself next to Zoe, facing Stacy. She was striving to appear completely relaxed, but a storm of lust was raging inside. God, she wanted to run her tongue all over these little beauties. She wondered if either girl had noticed the wet patch on her panties when she took them off. Bet Zoe did, she told herself, taking a deep, steadying breath. Damn… I sure hope this little scheme of hers works out like we wanted, ‘cause I’m about to fucking explode.

Shana leaned back, resting her arms on the sides of the recessed tub, which lifted her breasts above the bubbling water. She wasn’t especially well-endowed, just an average B cup, but it was more than enough to impress the girls. Poor Stacy was trying to behave normally and making a bad job of it, unable to keep herself from stealing frequent glances at Shana’s chest.

Shana had to tease her, just a little. “Hey, Stacy… you like?” she asked.

Stacy’s eyes shot up to meet Shana’s, the girl’s expression halfway to panic. “Huh? What?”

“The hot tub. You like it?”

“Oh!” Relief flooded Stacy’s features. Not a very good poker face, if she meant to cover for those wandering eyes. “Yeah! This is great. Wish we had one of these at home.”

Zoe, who had been watching this exchange with a sly smile on her lips, now chimed in. “If you did, I’d for sure come by more often. I bet it would be a fun place to… you know.”

“Err…” Stacy froze for a moment, staring at Zoe as if she’d lost her mind.

Shana smiled. Time to take this up a notch. “Yeah, that can be a lot of fun. But two girls can have a great time together in a regular bathtub, too—or even a shower. All you need is some privacy.”

Stacy now turned to stare at Shana. “W-what… do you… mean?” she asked, trying and failing to sound innocent.

Shana chuckled. “It’s okay, sweetie. Zoe mentioned that you two fool around. Nothing wrong with that.”

Stacy’s head whipped back towards Zoe. “You told her?” she hissed.

Zoe shrugged. “Well, yeah. I tell Shana everything. It’s cool, don’t worry. Shana gets it. She’s like us.”

Stacy pondered that for a second. “Wait, wait. You mean…” She once again turned to Shana. “You like…?”

“Girls? Oh, yeah. Of course.” Shana made a dismissive motion. “Who else would I be into? Boys? Psh. Gross.”

Stacy gave a surprised snort of laughter, shaking her head in disbelief, then finally nodded. “You got that right!” Her expression turned thoughtful, as if she was re-evaluating what had happened up to now in light of this revelation. She looked up at Shana, her gaze unreadable, but with a glint of something new there. And she seemed to have gotten over feeling awkward about everyone being naked.

“So, see? Everything’s cool,” Zoe said. “And… if we wanna talk about fooling around in your hot tub, that’s fine, too.”

“Jeez.” Stacy gave Zoe a look, but then she giggled, clearly growing more comfortable. “I don’t really have one, though. I was just saying it’d be nice.”

“Right. Maybe we could have some fun in the bathtub, though…”

Stacy glanced at Shana. She seemed to still feel a little weird talking about sex with someone else in the room, but she finally shrugged and said, “Maybe. But… no water jets for extra fun.”

Zoe frowned. “What do you mean?”

“What? I thought that’s why you were interested…” Stacy exchanged another look with Shana, but this time it seemed to ask Is she for real? “You know. The way the jets feel good on your… sensitive parts?”

Zoe’s mouth formed an O of understanding. She looked down at the bubbling water in a new light. “Oooh. That’s a thing?”

Shana had to chuckle. “Oh, I’d bet that lots of girls learned how to make themselves feel good by playing around with water jets and shower heads and the like.”

Zoe immediately asked, “Did you?”

“Well, as it turns out, my grandma had one of these—nowhere near as fancy as this one, mind you—and I might’ve figured out how to put the jets to good use when I was around your age.”

Stacy looked a little flustered at that, though perhaps more from excitement than embarrassment, this time. For her part, Zoe grinned, then examined the roiling water for a moment. Eyes twinkling with mischief, she shifted around until she was kneeling, then moved into position over the water jets, looking for the right angle.

“Whoa!” she suddenly yelped, straightening up. “That’s… kinda intense.”

Stacy had a fit of giggles.

“You might want to adjust the settings a bit if you’re gonna try that,” Shana pointed out.

“Oh, I dunno… I think I could get used to it,” Zoe said slyly. “Okay, now I really want a hot tub at home! Hmm, you said something about shower heads, too? I guess ours can be hand held, but I always leave it on the wall…”

“Sure, those can be fun. Especially if they have multiple spray patterns that you can adjust.”

“Maybe I’ll have to… experiment,” Zoe said with a very exaggerated wink of complicity.

Stacy shook her head, but she was smiling.

“What about you, Stacy?” Shana asked. “Sounds like you had some experience of your own with water jets.”

“Oh, um… kinda.” Stacy looked like she wanted to leave it at that, but Shana and Zoe were now looking at her expectantly, so she soldiered on. “Well, it was in my aunt’s and uncle’s pool. It had those jets that make the water move, right? I was just messing around with one, and um, the jet got between my legs at some point. It felt weird but nice. I didn’t keep doing it ‘cause there were people around, but later, when I was alone in bed… I, um… I made some discoveries.”

Shana smiled as she pictured it: the little girl with a hand between her legs, experiencing those wondrous feelings for the first time. She felt a strong urge to slip a hand between her own thighs and play with herself. Especially since, as Stacy grew more comfortable, she’d stopped hiding under the water, and Shana had been eyeing the girl’s perky little tits for the past few minutes. But no, not just yet. Hopefully soon, the real fun would start. “How old were you then?” she asked.

“Hmm, like, 9, I think.”

“That’s a good age for… those discoveries,” Shana said, glancing at Zoe.

But Zoe didn’t notice. She was leering at her friend. “Dirty girl,” she teased.

“Me? Look who’s talking. I bet you’re thinking about going home and trying your shower head right now,” Stacy retorted. “What about you, then? How’d you find out about, um, sexy stuff?”

A touch of color appeared on Zoe’s cheeks. “Well…” A smile slowly spread on her lips, and she turned to Shana. “Can I tell her?”

Shana took a deep breath, her heart suddenly racing. The moment had come even sooner than she’d expected. There were so many things she should consider and weigh before letting this particular cat out of the bag, but… Fuck it. Fuck it all. Time to place my bet and roll the dice. “Might as well.”

Zoe sidled closer to Shana, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Well, don’t freak out, but… see, Shana’s the one who taught me. Back when we first met. I didn’t really know anything about doing sex with girls, but…” She grinned. “She showed me lots of fun stuff.”

Stacy stared at Zoe, then at Shana, then back again, eyes narrowed, her head tilted to the side. Then she laughed. “Yeah, right!”

Zoe frowned, annoyed at not getting the reaction she’d perhaps expected. “It’s true! Hmph. Fine, then—I can prove it.” Up on her knees, Zoe was at eye level with Shana, so she simply turned and kissed her.

This was it, then. Shana might well be throwing her life away, but she was too far gone to care. Mad with desire for her underage lover, she quickly slipped her tongue into Zoe’s mouth, drawing the girl into a passionate kiss. As their tongues danced, Shana lifted a hand from beneath the churning water to cup and fondle Zoe’s ass, marveling yet again at its perfect softness.

Time seemed to stop; everything was right with the world. Little Zoe’s flawless body was pressed snugly into hers, two lovers joined in shared bliss. Shana was so filled with lust—with love?—for Zoe that, in that perfect moment, even Stacy was forgotten.

It was Zoe who eventually broke the kiss, then turned to look slyly at her friend, obviously quite pleased with herself. Shana was left momentarily thrown off by this sudden return to reality.

Stacy was gaping at them, her mouth hanging slack. There was a tense moment where Shana wondered if the girl was about to flee the room, then Stacy finally spoke. “Oh. My. God. You… you really… Wow! Jeez, Zoe—when you said you’d done it before, I thought you meant with a girl our age. Not with… Whoa. This is a lot to, to take in.”

“Cool, huh?” Zoe purred, pleased as punch with her friend’s response.

Stacy blinked several times, then gave herself a shake, clearly having a hard time wrapping her mind around this unexpected surprise, but at least she wasn’t bolting for the door. Then a thought seemed to suddenly enter her mind. “Oh! That’s why you kept asking what I’d do if… uh… if Shana wanted to… um…” Her words slowed, her eyes widened as the full realization of what that might mean hit her.

“Yeah,” Zoe said. “So, wanna join us?” She trailed one hand down to Shana’s chest, caressing her breasts.

A delicious shiver ran through Shana’s body. Damn, the girl was good. Zoe had Stacy spellbound, staring at her hand as she felt Shana up.

Stacy nervously licked her lips, quickly glancing around the room as if someone might be spying on them. “Omigod,” she whispered. “C-can… Can I really?”

Shana let out the breath she’d been holding, finally allowing herself to relax. It seemed that she wouldn’t be getting arrested for a sex crime, and that their afternoon was about to get even more interesting. “C’mere, sweetie,” she said, nodding to a spot right next to her, on the opposite side from Zoe.

Flashing a shy little smile, Stacy crossed the tub and sat, looking up at Shana expectantly.

Gazing into the girl’s lovely almond eyes, Shana reached up to caress Stacy’s cheek with the backs of her fingers. “You’re really pretty, you know that?”

Stacy’s cheeks instantly turned bright red. “T-thank you. Um, you’re… really, really pretty, too.”

Shana smiled. “So, are you sure about this?” She couldn’t wait to slip her tongue between the girl’s lips—both sets, really—but needed some assurance that Stacy was truly okay with it, and that her future wouldn’t be put in jeopardy. “You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”

Stacy nodded quickly. “I… I can’t believe this is happening but… Omigod, yes. I want to do it.”

“You can’t tell anyone, though,” Zoe pointed out, watching from over Shana’s shoulder.

“That’s right,” Shana said. “You understand that this isn’t… well, that I’m not supposed to be doing anything like this with someone your age, right? So please, you can’t tell anyone about it, ever. Not even really close friends. Zoe mentioned that you had a friend you fooled around with before moving here, right? Not even her.”

“Oh man, Stella would flip out,” Stacy murmured to herself. Seeing Shana’s frown, she quickly added, “But no, no, I get it. No one. Ever. I swear.” She traced a cross over her heart. “I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

Shana nodded. “Good. Now, then…” She leaned in and pressed her lips to Stacy’s.

Taken by surprise, it took a heartbeat or two for the girl to respond, but then she eagerly welcomed Shana into her mouth. Stacy was a good kisser, clearly experienced despite her tender age—and Shana was ready and then some to find out what else she was good at.

“W-wow,” Stacy said after their lips parted.

“Yeah, I think we’ll get along,” Shana said with a wink, and Stacy giggled.

Shana became aware of Zoe watching them closely, and turned to face her.

“You two are… pretty hot,” Zoe declared, nodding to herself solemnly, as if she were an expert who had scientifically determined the precise temperature of their kiss. Then she cracked a bad-girl grin. “But now it’s my turn.”

Just like that, Shana found herself kissing Zoe again, relishing every second of it. Then she and Stacy had another turn—only this time, the cute Asian girl seemed determined to outdo her friend, returning the kiss with a fervor that had Shana’s lust in overdrive. Sure, she couldn’t wait to get down to dirtier business, but at the same time, getting traded back and forth between two lovely little girls was making her head spin.

When Zoe and Stacy came together in a kiss of their own, Shana sat back to enjoy the erotic spectacle. She’d never been so turned on while watching other girls making out, but these two were far younger than any lesbians she’d ever partied with.

Soon growing restless, she couldn’t keep herself from reaching out to caress the girls as they kissed. First their backs and shoulders, then down in the bubbling water to fondle those tempting little asses. That made the girls giggle, breaking their kiss.

Seizing her opportunity, Shana insinuated herself between the girls, drawing Zoe and Stacy into a kind of three-way tangle of tongues. There was as much laughing as kissing, but it was still extremely arousing.

They finally drifted apart, exchanging knowing grins. “You were right, threesomes are pretty fun,” Zoe said.

“Oh, it gets even better. Trust me,” Shana said.

“I guess we just got started, huh?” With that, Zoe wrapped her arms around Shana, pressing their wet bodies together. Her hands began to roam, soon finding a pair of breasts to play with. Shana moaned as Zoe felt her up, the girl’s caresses generating little jolts of pleasure that went straight to her sex.

Zoe suddenly turned to Stacy, flashing her a grin. “Wanna play with these…?” she cooed, cupping the undersides of Shana’s tits as she offered them to her friend.

Wide-eyed, Stacy waded closer. She raised her hands, wiggling her fingers, obviously very excited. A shy smile was on her lips as she peered up at Shana. “Um, can I…?”

“All yours, sweetie,” Shana said, pushing her chest out for effect.

Grinning, Stacy began to caress Shana’s breasts, tentatively at first—a soft touch here, a gentle squeeze there. Then she grew more confident, cupping them with both hands, toying with the nipples, all the good stuff that made Shana’s body throb like her bass player’s amplifier, cranked to eleven.

“Wow! These are soooo perfect,” Stacy said. “Um, does this feel good?”

Shana nodded. “Mmm-hmm. Real good.”

“I hope mine will be this nice when I’m older.”

Shana chuckled. “I’m sure they will be, sweetie.” Why are young girls always in such a damn hurry to grow up? she wondered. “But yours are already very sexy, I’d say.”

She reached out to palm one of Stacy’s budding breasts, teasing the nipple with her thumb. The girl shivered slightly at the contact. The look she gave Shana still had a hint of shyness, but that was quickly fading, replaced with a growing desire. God, it was such a turn-on to see lust in the eyes of an 11-year-old.

Zoe watched them caress each other for some time, then moved next to her friend. The girls exchanged a look, then a knowing smile. As one, they leaned forward, each taking one of Shana’s nipples into her mouth, Stacy sucked the tip much like an infant would, while Zoe playfully circled the nipple with her tongue. Either way, it felt absolutely delicious

“Mmmm, yes,” Shana purred, stroking the backs of these dirty little angels.

Her nipples rapidly stiffened under the girls’ ministrations, her clit throbbing in response to each kiss and lick. Her soft moan turned plaintive when the girls suddenly stopped, but then she noticed that was because their tongues had found their way into each other’s mouth instead, which aroused her every bit as much.

Zoe then knelt on the seat to exchange another ardent French kiss with Shana, while Stacy continued to shower affection on her tits. It felt divine, but God, her pussy was screaming for attention.

When Shana noticed Stacy looking in that very direction, peering down into the water for a glimpse between her legs, she decided it was high time to give the girl a better view. Lifting herself out of the tub, Shana sat on the side, her legs open wide enough to display everything she had.

Stacy stared at Shana’s pussy for a moment, visibly swallowed, then looked up, her eyes dancing with nervous excitement. “You, um… don’t have hair down there?” she asked.

“She shaves it off,” Zoe replied before Shana could speak, acting the expert even though she’d responded the same way when they first got naked together. “It’s sexier. And way nicer for… you know,” she added, a sly smile on her lips.

Stacy glanced at her friend, nodded, then gazed back into Shana’s eyes. “Yeah, I guess it would be…” Her lips slowly curled into a very suggestive smile. This time, Stacy didn’t bother to ask for permission when she leaned forward to deposit a kiss on Shana’s thigh.

The girl was growing bolder, and that was more than okay with Shana. Stacy was kissing a path up her thigh, and Shana spread her legs further apart, quivering inside as she awaited that blissful first contact of mouth with cunt.

At the juncture of Shana’s thighs, Stacy briefly paused, her warm breath a delicious tease, then the girl’s tongue deftly slipped between Shana’s pussy lips, taking a swipe at her engorged clitoris.

“Ooooh, Stacy, yes!” Shana gasped, her senses overwhelmed by the sudden jolt of pleasure.

She reached down to gently twine her fingers through Stacy’s hair while the little girl skillfully ate her out. After lusting for this for what seemed like months, that warm, wet tongue felt simply amazing as it explored her folds, teased her entrance, flicked her clit.

“Mmmm, that’s wonderful, sweetie,” Shana murmured.

Turning to Zoe, Shana saw the girl watching them intently. With her mouth slightly open and her breath getting a little ragged, one could almost believe that Zoe was the one getting pleasured.

“So you showed Stacy how to do this, huh?” Shana reached up to brush Zoe’s cheek. “You taught her well, lover.”

Zoe gave a little start, her eyes focused on Shana, then she grinned. “She’s kinda had a lot of practice, too.”

“Mmmm, I can tell.” Shana’s enjoyment was magnified even more as she pictured the two kids at play, going down on each other in turn—or locked together in a sixty-nine. She patted a spot next to her. “Why don’t you come over here?” she asked Zoe, suddenly feeling a strong urge to get her hands on the girl.

“I don’t know. This spot is pretty good,” Zoe mumbled, eyes half closed, moving her hips around.

That’s when Shana realized that Zoe was busy getting her own satisfaction from the hot tub’s water jets. ”Oooh, I see how it is, you dirty girl. But come sit here, and I promise I’ll make you feel even better.”

“Deal!” Drawing close, Zoe climbed out of the tub and knelt next to Shana, wrapping both arms around her. Their lips met, but the beginnings of a heated kiss was interrupted when a sharp surge of pleasure forced Shana to moan loudly.

“Oh, fuck, Stacy! That’s so good,” she blurted, her eyes rolling wildly. Lost in the ecstasy of the moment, she had to give herself a shake to focus on what she’d promised Zoe.

Shana carefully lay down on the side of the tub, making sure not to interrupt Stacy’s phenomenal tongue work. Once in position, she pointed to her face. “Alright, baby, park yourself right here,” she told Zoe.

The girl looked at Shana, her head tilted in confusion for a moment. This was something they’d never done before. Getting the idea, Zoe tentatively lifted one leg, moving it over Shana’s head until she was positioned with one knee on either side. “Like this?”

“Mmmm, just like that,” Shana said, savoring the view of the 10-year-old’s baby-smooth pussy, no more than a couple of inches from her face. Then she grabbed Zoe’s hips and pulled her down just a tad so her hungry mouth could reach the forbidden treasure.

Zoe immediately cried, “Oh! Oh, yeah,” her eyes suddenly huge as she stared down at Shana. With Stacy’s tongue still hard at work, Shana herself couldn’t keep from moaning into Zoe’s pussy, but she knew from experience that the vibrations from such muffled cries were usually quite pleasurable.

One little girl between her legs, another one straddling her face. This was heaven. No, better than heaven. Surely even God didn’t have this much fun.

Shana explored Zoe’s sex with relish, the warm, smooth slit a delight to the senses. The intoxicating scent of girlish arousal. The sweet taste of her juices, with a special tang not quite like that of an adult woman. The heat of the vagina as Shana probed it with her tongue. Shana wanted to lick this little cutie forever.

Stacy’s oral expertise was making it difficult for Shana to focus on what she was doing to Zoe, though. She did her best to keep licking for all she was worth, to give Zoe as much pleasure as she could before she came, maybe even bring her off at the same time, but Stacy’s marvellous tongue was quickly pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

Shana struggled to hold on as long as she could, but in the end, it was futile. One surge of ecstasy after another flooded her body, robbing her of control, leaving her unable to do much more than pant for breath.

Fuck, that was a strong orgasm. Stacy had become a skilled pussy licker in a very short time, especially for a kid still on the cusp of puberty. Zoe had taught her well. The bucking and twitching of Shana’s body had the lower half of her face rubbing against Zoe’s cunt, smearing her cheeks with wetness and making her come even harder, if that was possible.

Once Shana’s body had finally relaxed, Zoe raised her pelvis just a little, enough to let her breathe freely. She looked down at Shana, looking amused. “Sorry if I almost smothered you,” she said.

“Oh, I f-forgive you. Sorry for the, the interruption,” Shana managed to stammer, finally catching her breath.

“That’s okay.” Zoe smiled. “You—” Whatever she was about to say got lost in a surprised gasp when Shana pulled her back down, driving her tongue as far into the girl’s creamy slit as she could get it.

She tongue-fucked Zoe with a series of quick, flashing strokes, then focused on her little love button. It wasn’t long before the girl was panting hard. Suddenly, she fell forward, catching herself with her hands just in time. Her body shook, and she let out a long blissful cry.

Now THAT was an orgasm, Shana thought, pleased with herself.

Carefully dismounting Shana’s face, Zoe laid down on her belly, so they were eye to eye. “Wow, that was great,” she sighed. Taking a closer look at Shana, she added, “Oops! I got your face all dirty.”

“That’s fine. I like being dirty,” Shana said with a wink.

Zoe grinned and leaned in for a kiss, then she began licking all around Shana’s mouth, cleaning up her own juices. It was a nice gesture—and extremely sexy, so much so that Shana had to interrupt Zoe’s efforts with a fiery French kiss.

When they finally broke apart, Zoe sat up and turned to Stacy, who was seated on the edge of the hot tub, practically bouncing in place as she watched them. “Now it’s Stacy’s turn, right?” she said, jerking a thumb in her friend’s direction.

Shana pushed herself into a sitting position, still a little woozy from her orgasm, feeling a pang of guilt for nearly forgetting the girl who had given it to her. “I’d say so. Well deserved.” Crawling over to Stacy, she gave the girl a tender kiss. “Thank you, Stacy. You’re very good at eating pussy.”

Stacy giggled. “You’re welcome.”

“How about we dry off and continue this in the bedroom?” Shana proposed.

The girls quickly agreed. The three of them took turns toweling each other off, though it was more an opportunity for groping than anything else. Shana caressed these two angels with her bare hands at least as much as she did with the towel.

They then made their way to the bedroom, where the suite’s large bed awaited—the perfect place to resume their lovemaking.

On to Part Four!

by Joe Dornish

Normally on Monday morning, I’m not exactly keen to get up for school. That day was different, though. I jumped out of bed and into the shower as soon as I was awake. I took extra care over my hair, leaving it down but pinned back at the sides and out of my face. I put on a matching white knicker and bralette set with a tiny yellow flower pattern. Then my black tights, the sheerest ones I had, which were still quite thick. Next was my blouse, it’s a light blue colour with long sleeves and the school badge embroidered on the pocket. Then I slipped on my short navy blue pleated skirt. I twisted the waist on itself twice, raising the hemline a few inches so it was at the top of my thigh, as far as we were allowed. Not that I could get the skirt any shorter and still keep my bum covered. Lastly, I put on my navy blue jumper with the school badge on it and my black slip-on shoes.

When I got to the kitchen, Lilly was eating a bowl of cereal and Mum was munching on some toast.

“MORNING!” I announced with far more cheer than either of them was used to seeing from me that early in the day. I kissed Mum as I always do, then quickly kissed Lilly on the top of her head, which I never do, “Morning, squirt,” I said.

“Weirdo,” she muttered.

Mum giggled. She knew the reason for my good mood.“What do you want for breakfast sweetie, cereal?”

That wouldn’t do. I wanted something special. “Can I have scrambled eggs on toast, please?”

“Someone’s got an appetite,” she said and winked at me.

Lilly looked up at us. She’d picked up on something in the conversation, but couldn’t work out what. She quickly went back to worrying the last bit of cereal around the bowl. By the time Mum had made my breakfast Lilly had finished eating, and was idly playing with a piece of paper.

Mum looked up from her own plate. “Lilly, if you’ve finished eating, go and brush your hair and get your shoes on.” As my sister slowly made her way out of the kitchen, Mum called after her, “And make sure you’ve got your ballet stuff.”

“These eggs are good,” I said.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” There was a soft tone to Mum’s voice that made me take notice. When I glanced up at her she was listening to be sure Lilly had gone upstairs. She turned to me and said in a hushed tone, “When you leave school today, Poppy, make sure you come straight home, okay?”

“I always come straight home, Mum. I’m not in any clubs or anything.”

Mum was blushing, “I know, it’s just I’ve organised a little surprise for you.”

“Ooooh, a surprise! What is it?”

She shook her head. “You’ll find out when you get home. Not a word to your sister, though. Okay?”

“Why? Is it naughty?”

Mum giggled, then kissed me, her tongue darting between my lips for an instant. “Yes, it’s naughty,” Then she whispered, “Erotic would be an even better word.”

Then a scowling Lilly stomped back into the kitchen, “Mu-um… I can’t find my leotard.”

“Come on honey, I’ll help you look for it,” Mum said, and they went upstairs together.

Erotic? My mother has an erotic surprise for me? Excited didn’t even begin to describe how I felt.

***

I didn’t see Mia at lunchtime that day; she had a music club thing to go to. So I was sitting on my own outside on a bench overlooking the sports field, munching on a sandwich. It was windy and quite cold, so most of the girls were eating inside. I liked the solitude, though — it gave me a chance to think about whatever it was my mother was planning. Then, out of nowhere, a strikingly beautiful blonde girl plonked herself next to me on the bench.

“Hi,” she said cheerily.

I recognised her straight away. Her name is Henrietta Cavendish-Brown, or Henri, or Hen, depending on who you ask. I have a bit of a crush on her, but she’s way out of my league. She looks like a cheerleader, with perfect blonde hair, blue eyes and a big friendly grin. She is fourteen and in year nine, two years above me.

“Hi,” I said and took a bite of my sandwich, trying to act casual.

“I’m Henrietta… you can call me Henri if you like.” she said and offered her hand.

“Um… I’m Poppy,” I said, shaking hands with her.

“Do you always eat alone out here?”

“Nah, normally I eat with Mia, but she’s at some music thingy.”

“Oh, I know her, I think. She looks a bit like you?”

“Yeah, that’s her.”

“You two are like peas in a pod,” she said, smiling.

This whole situation was too weird for words. I had to get to the bottom of it. “Henri, don’t take this the wrong way or anything, but… why are you talking to me?”

“HA! Good on you, get straight to the point, eh?” She had a deliciously posh accent that was making me melt inside.

“What I mean is, aren’t you worried people will see you?”

“See me what?” she asked, with a confused frown.

“See you talking to me. I mean… I’m two years below you!”

She just grinned, “You’ve been watching too many high school films. This place can be a bit cliquey, I’ll give you that, but it’s not so bad. Nobody cares if I have a friend in year seven. And if they do, then they can just fuck off.”

I loved the way her velvety tone wrapped itself around the swear word. She pronounced it ‘fuck orf’, and it sounded positively delicious. I may have been drooling at this point, it’s a bit hazy.

“So we’re friends then?” I said, frowning.

“You’re blunt, I like that. You’re always on your own or with… Mia, was it?”I nodded.

“Sure, I’d love for us to be friends. If you see me around, don’t be afraid to say hi, okay?”

“Okay, I will.”

“Good stuff. Right, must dash.”

Then she jumped up, blew me a kiss and trotted off. When she got a few meters away she called out to me, “Hey, Poppy. You need anything, just let me know. Anything at all. Okay?”

“Thanks. I’ll, um, I’ll see you around.”

The path she was heading for, not more than five meters further on, was a busy route between buildings. Henri had made sure to say that last bit loudly enough so at least half a dozen people heard her. She had publicly declared she was my friend and didn’t care who knew it.

WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK. JUST. HAPPENED?

I spent the rest of the day trying to work out what this Henri girl was up to. I couldn’t stop wondering why she wanted to be my friend, asking myself what she had to gain from it. Maybe I was being a bit cynical… but could it be that she was playing a prank on me? Okay, she seemed sincere, but I decided to remain on my guard just in case.

When school ended, it was just starting to rain. I was in the front hall by the main entrance waiting for Mia so we could walk home together. When she finally arrived, the hall was downright chaotic — girls milling about everywhere.

We turned to leave, and I nearly bumped right into Henri, who was with two other girls, “Hi, Poppy!” she said, giving me a huge smile.

I was nervous, but kept my cool. “Hey, Henri. How’re things?”

“I’m good, thanks. The weather’s a bit shit, so we’re waiting for Mummy to come and get us. Poppy, this is Olivia and Chloe.”

The two girls flanking Henri waved and smiled, chirping, ‘Hi!’ in stereo. I just nodded and smiled back.

“Are you walking home in this?” asked Henri, frowning at the mild autumn storm that was brewing up.

“Yeah. It’s not far, though.”

“Oh, dear… I would offer you a lift, but I already promised Chloe and Livs, plus Mum’s already got a couple of her chums in the car. I’m so sorry. Next time though, okay?”

“That’s okay. Thanks, though, it was nice of you to think of me.”

Then Olivia said, “Hen, your mother’s here.”

“Gotta dash. Bye,” said Henri, blowing kisses to Mia and me.

“Er. Poppy?” asked Mia when they had gone.

“Yeah.”

“Um. What just happened?”

“I’ve got no idea.”

On the walk home, I told Mia everything that had happened at lunchtime. We both concluded that this wasn’t a prank, but neither of us could come up with an explanation for why Henri was being so chummy with me.

When we got to the point where we always split up, I said to her, “Um, do you fancy coming to my house after school one day? You know, just to hang out and stuff?”

Mia seemed genuinely pleased. “Yeah, okay, thanks. What day?”

“Maybe Thursday or Friday, I’ll check with my Mum.”

“Okay. See you tomorrow then.”

“Bye.”

“Oh, and Poppy… I’ll listen out for any gossip about Henri, then let you know if I hear anything.”

“Thanks, Mia.”

When I got home, I kicked my shoes off and shook my coat out. Mum came out to greet me wearing a red polo neck top and a black A-line skirt that came down to the knee, with calf-length black boots.

“The weather is terrible,” Mum said, shaking her head. “I should have picked you up.”

“Mum, we’ve talked about this. I like to walk home with Mia.”

“I know, but still, in this weather? Are you very wet?”

“My coat took the brunt of it. Just my tights are wet. I’ll take them off in a minute. Where’s Lilly?”

“She’s at her ballet class. Take those tights off right away, we don’t have much time.”

I was already peeling them off, “Why the rush?”

“Um… your little surprise, remember?”

“Oh, hell! With everything that happened at school, I forgot! What’s the surprise?”

“What happened at school? Are you okay?” She looked concerned, as if I’d been wounded or taken ill or something.

“I’m fine, I’ve had a great day, I think. I’ll tell you later. I’m ready for that surprise now, if you’ve got it!”

“First, let me ask you this — do you fancy a game of Under the Table, or whatever you call it when you go under there?”

Was that my surprise? I remember Mum telling me that it was going to be something naughty. “Yes, please!”

“How would you like it if there was a… different view from what you normally see?”

I had no idea what Mum was talking about, so I just sort of frowned at her.

“If you like, then there will be another person for you to look at while you’re under there. Someone besides me.”

“Someone else? Who?” Suddenly I was in a state of excited panic, my heart going mental.

Mum put a finger to her lips. “It’s a secret. Here’s how it will work. First, no talking. Second, once you’re under the table, she’ll come in and sit down. Third, no peeking at her face! Fourth, when you’re… erm, finished, she’ll get up and leave. Then you can come out.”

My head was buzzing with excitement. “Are you serious?”

Mum shrugged. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to, it’s fine. I just thought…”

I fought to calm myself. “No, Mum, wait. I mean… yes, please, with bells on. I really want to do this. Thank you.”

“That’s my girl.” She kissed my forehead.

“Wait, Mum. Does she know I’ll be under there?”

“Of course she does! What do you take me for? And yes, she knows how old you are and exactly what you’ll be doing. Oh, and you can touch her, but don’t go any further than you did with me. Okay?”

Holy cow, was I ever thrilled! “We’re really doing this?”

“Yup. But only if you want to. I need to know you’re okay with it.”

I was nodding before she was even done talking. “Yes, yes, I want to do this. It’s fine, I know what you’re getting at. You’re not forcing me, I’m doing this of my own free will. There, how’s that?”

“Ha! You wonderful girl, you,” she said, then gave me a deep kiss that made me feel warm all over. Then the doorbell rang, which made us both jump. Mum quickly turned to me. “Hurry now, get under the table. Remember, don’t come out until she’s gone. And no talking!”

“Okay,” I said and dashed into the kitchen. Diving under the table, I slid my knickers off. Something told me they’d just be in the way

There were whispered voices in the hall, then I saw Mum’s lower half as she entered the kitchen. Right then, though, my attention was centred on the woman who followed my mother. She wore a black leather mini skirt and matching heels. Her bare legs were slim and shapely with a perfect light tan.

Mum sat down in her usual spot, then the other woman took the seat to my left, hitching her skirt right up to her waist as she sat. I was open-jawed in shock — she wasn’t wearing panties! Her clean-shaven kitty was close enough for me to touch.

I sat there gawping, then looked down at my lap. Without even thinking about it, I’d already begun to masturbate. When I looked up again, Mum had spread her legs and pulled her skirt up, too. She was wearing sheer black tights, but no knickers. I could clearly see the folds of her kitty, pressed up against the dark nylon.

I must have looked like someone watching a tennis match, my head swivelling one way, then the other. Then the mystery woman put a hand between her thighs. I watched closely as she pleasured herself, a slender, perfectly manicured finger trailing up and down through her opening.

I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. I tentatively reached out and touched the woman’s knee, then stroked my way up her leg as far as I dared to go, fingering myself all the while. The urge to come was building, getting stronger by the second. It wouldn’t be long now, I was starting to recognise the signs that my orgasm was about to happen. A glance to my right told me that Mum had joined in, rubbing herself through those sexy black tights.

Then the woman plunged a finger inside herself. I heard the liquid sound it made, and that was me gone. I closed my eyes, squeezed both legs shut with my hand trapped between them and kind of humped my fist while I clung to the mysterious lady’s leg. I’m sure I heard her moaning, but it may have been my mum — or perhaps both of them, I wasn’t sure.

My orgasm was huge, so big and juicy that I ended up making a puddle where I sat. This time, though, I didn’t fall down or pass out, although I felt very light-headed. It was an awesome experience.

Then the most amazing thing happened. The woman pushed a finger deep inside her very wet kitty, then pulled it out, crooked the finger and beckoned me closer. When I was near enough to feel the warmth of her sex on my face, she extended her hand, clearly offering that finger to me. I didn’t know if this was allowed, but if this woman wanted me to taste her, I was all too willing.

Taking that glistening finger into my mouth, I gently sucked it clean. It tasted so good, like nectar. Eager for more, I bathed it with my tongue until all her juices were gone. Then she gave me a cute little goodbye wave and stood up. I watched as she shimmied her skirt down and followed my mother out of the room. It was only a quick glimpse I got, but I thought her bum looked amazing. I had an urge to jump out and bury my face between her cheeks, but knew that would have got me in trouble.

A short while later, Mum came back in and said, “The coast is clear, you can come out now.”

“Who was she?” I asked, crawling out from under the table, still slightly lightheaded.

“Did you like her?” Mum said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear and stroking my cheek.

“Uh-huh. She was lovely. Well, the view I had was lovely, anyway.”

“I can assure you that the rest of the view is just as good.”

“Stop teasing me! Who is she?”

“It’s a fair question, and if you really have to know right now then I’ll tell you. But it’ll be more fun if you wait.”

“Wait for what?”

Mum glanced at her watch. “We’ve got a lot to talk about, you and I… and your sister is due home in a minute. Why don’t we have a chat later tonight, after Lilly has gone to bed, then you can tell me all about what happened at school today. Would that be okay?”

“Um, sure, but only if you promise that we really will talk tonight… or I won’t get a wink of sleep!”

“I promise, sweetheart.”

***

Over dinner that evening, Lilly kicked up a stink about her bedtime. My little sister goes to bed at 8 PM, and I turn in an hour later. Mum had promised that when we moved to the new house we could talk about that, which Lilly and I took to mean that we’d both get a later bedtime.

I could have screamed. Of all the nights that Lilly could have chosen to remember this and bring it up, she had to do it that night, when I was desperate for her to go to bed so I could have my private chat with Mum.

In the end, Mum gave into Lilly’s pleading and moved both our bedtimes to an hour later. And after all that, Lilly goes and falls asleep in front of the telly at a quarter to nine!

Mum carried her up to bed, then came back downstairs and sat down next to me on the sofa. When the program we were watching was over, she poured herself a glass of white wine and said, “So… tell me what happened at school today.”

Her bringing up school made me remember something. “Before I forget, is it alright if Mia comes home with me after school one day, and maybe stays for dinner?”

“Of course it’s okay. You can invite her home whenever you like, you don’t need to ask first. I’ll drop her home after we’ve eaten. Not too late if it’s a school night, though.”

“Thanks, Mum. So… you’ll never believe what happened to me today!”

“Erm, let me guess.”

“Good luck, you’ll never get it.”

“I think that…”  She put her hand on her chin and squinted at the ceiling in an exaggerated pose that suggested deep thought, “I think that you were sitting all on your own in the cold at lunchtime, and a beautiful blonde girl came up and offered to be your friend.”

I could only gape at Mum like an idiot. “How did you know that?” I cried.

Mum was grinning from ear to ear. “This may be a lot to take in, but I think you’re ready… in fact, I’m sure you are.”

“Ready for what? Please, Mum, no more teasing. Tell me!”

“My sweet Poppy… l love you so much,” she said, stroking my cheek.

Oh dear, we were dangerously close to cooing territory. Mum can ‘coo’ for England, that’s what Lilly and I call it when she goes all soppy over us. She’ll sit there dreamy-eyed and telling tales of when I was a little girl for hours if I let her. I needed her to get to the point.

“Mother, I am ready, I am happy, we’re all good. PLEASE… Mum, I have to know what’s going on!” By then, I was practically bouncing in my seat

“Sorry, love. This isn’t easy for me, you know… I’m a little nervous.”

Now she said it, I could see the concern on her face. She took a sip of wine, took a deep breath and said, “From the beginning, then. About a year ago I met someone. Her name is Kiki.”

That name rang a bell, but I couldn’t place it. Mum carried on, “She and I are in a relationship, sort of.” I was about to ask what she meant by ‘sort of’’ when she held her hand up, “I know, but bear with me. Kiki and I are close friends who have sex with each other. We are very close, but not exclusive. That means we can see other people if we like. Understand so far?”

“I think so. It’s like you do sex stuff with her, but she’s still more of a friend.”

“Spot on,” Mum said, tapping the side of her nose. “We’re free to be with other people if we wish, there’s no commitment in the traditional sense. But we’re close friends and care deeply for each other.”

“It sounds wonderful, Mum. Where did you meet?”

“At a party in Soho. She’s thirty-four, blonde, an inch or two shorter than me and lives right here in Westerfield.”

“I’ve got so many questions! Wow, I don’t know where to start.”

“Just let me finish telling you everything…  then you can ask what you like.”

“Okay.”

“Kiki is just her nickname, her real name is Corine Cavendish-Brown. She’s on the board of governors at your school — in fact, it was Kiki who helped me get you a place there.” Mum smiled at me as that sank in.

“Ah, so that’s who it was.” Then the penny dropped, “Hold on… that’s Henri’s mum! My new friend! Is that why she wanted to be my friend — because you and Kiki told her to?” I wasn’t sure I liked that idea.

Mum could see that, and hastened to reassure me. “No, no — quite the opposite, in fact. Kiki and I thought it best that we wait so I could introduce you properly. I met Henri soon after I met her mum, so I’ve known her for a while now. I’ve told them all about you and Lilly. We talk about you two quite a lot, and they really want to meet you girls. When Henri saw you sitting on your own in the cold and wind, it broke her heart. She couldn’t help coming up and saying hello to see if you were all right.”

“I’m glad she did, she’s nice.”

“Henri is wonderful, I know you’re going to love her. And Kiki, too.”

“Can we meet them soon?”

“Yes, but just you, not your sister. We need to keep this a secret from Lilly… for now, at least.”

“Why?”

She took a big gulp of wine, then said, “Kiki, obviously, is a lesbian. The thing is, Henri is gay, too.”

That surprised me. Henri was so pretty and popular that I’d sort of assumed that she was into boys. It made me tingle all over, finding out that she was like me. “I didn’t know that,” I admitted.

“That’s not the really big secret, though,” Mum said. “What I’m about to tell you is something you have to keep completely to yourself. Promise me you’ll do that?” I nodded. “Well then, here it is. Kiki and Henri have been in a sexual relationship with each other for nearly four years. They’re lovers.”

Shocked as I was, I somehow managed to do the math, and figured out that Henri was having sex with her mother when she was nine or ten — even younger than me! Despite the fact I’d been masturbating all weekend while having sexy thoughts about my own mother, this revelation shook me to the core.

Those fantasies of making love with Mum were more like fairy tales than anything that could actually happen in real life — just my imagination running wild. Mothers and daughters didn’t really do things like that! Now I knew that sometimes, they did.

Questions were flying around my head. I voiced one. “Just checking, that’s illegal, right?”

“Uh-huh. Very much so. Twice illegal, because Henri is underage.”

“And… you’re okay with this?”

“Henri is very mature and capable of making her own decisions, and she doesn’t do anything she doesn’t want to do. My question, though, is this: how do you feel about it?”

“Honestly?” I replied with a shrug. “I’m fine with it… more than fine. If they want to be lovers, then that’s their business, and good luck to them. Henri seems happy, anyway.”

Mum gave me a huge smile. “God, I love you,” she said, then kissed me on the mouth.

I had to smile back. “What’s that for?”

“I just love you, that’s all. Anyway, Henri has been wanting to get to know you for a while, but Kiki and I asked her not to introduce herself until we were ready. If Henri was seen speaking to you at school, we worried that it might seem odd, since she’s a couple of years ahead.”

“It did seem odd, yeah. It was nice that she did, though. Mia was dead impressed.”

“Well, nobody knows that you, me, or Henri are gay. Each of us will make that public at some point, I’m sure, but only when we’re ready.”

“So it’s just Kiki who’s, um, open about being a lesbian, right?”

“Correct. Okay… are you with me so far?”

I was taken aback. “So far? You mean, there’s more?” To be honest, I wasn’t sure how many more surprises I could handle.

“One or two things. Don’t you want to know who was under the table?”

“Oh, yeah, I completely forgot! Let me guess… was it Henri?”

“Ha! No, but her mum will be pleased you thought so. Kudos to her. It was Kiki.”

“Oh my God! Really?”

“Uh-huh.”

I could only shake my head in awe. Not only had I got to watch Mum’s lover masturbate, I’d tasted her pussy! “I can’t wait to see what the top half of her looks like.”

Mum grinned, “You’ll love her. She’s a grownup version of her daughter.”

“If that’s true then you’re right, I will love her!”

Mum took my hand. I could feel her trembling. Draining her wine glass, she set it down and looked at me. I could feel myself getting lost in those warm brown eyes. “So, um, do you think it’s okay for a mother to be… attracted to her daughter?” She was nervously toying with a strand of her hair as she spoke.

My heart was pounding. I knew what she was trying to tell me, and I knew my answer… but right then, I decided to show her my feelings, not say them out loud. “Mummy?”

“Yes, sweetie.”

“Will you kiss me? The way you did last night?”

She moved in slowly. I shivered when our lips touched — which made Mum shiver, too. Then I settled down and sort of let her lead me, copying what she did. When she playfully nibbled my bottom lip, I did the same to her a bit later. It was like a fun, sexy game of follow-the-leader, only played with our mouths. Then Mum brought her tongue into it — and just like that, our kissing turned hot and sexy.

My knickers were so wet that I probably could have wrung them out like a damp flannel. I felt my hands wanting to reach out and touch Mum’s body, but I wasn’t sure if that was allowed, so I kept them where they were. Her tongue was exploring — teasing my lips, probing into my mouth, inviting my tongue to dance. I felt so aroused that I didn’t know which way was up.

Finally Mum gently broke away and whispered, “I’ll take that as a yes, then.”

“Huh?”

“That yes, you do think it’s okay for mothers to be attracted to their daughters.”

“Oh, that. Hee hee, yeah, that’s definitely okay.” I said, then kissed her again to emphasise my meaning.

“You’re so sweet. Okay, it’s time to have a serious discussion, young lady. Come on, sit up.”

I obeyed, though not without pouting a bit. “Do we have to? Can’t we kiss some more?”

“Maybe later.” She took my hand again. Did she have even more to tell me? What more could there be?

“Before we go any further,” she began, “there’s something I need to know. I have to be absolutely certain that you get what I’m talking about here, that you and I want the same thing. Most of all, I need to be sure you understand that i’m not… putting pressure on you in any way.”

“Mum, I…”

She cut me off. “No. Hear me out. Poppy, I have to be one hundred percent sure about this. I need you to tell me that you understand what I’m asking you. And why we need to be careful.”

“Okay,” I replied, slowly nodding. “So, um, how about I just sort of tell you what I think you’re saying?”

“Sounds good… go for it.”

I took a deep breath and held it for a second, then let it out slowly. “You and Kiki are sort of lovers… and Kiki is having sex with her daughter Henri. Now, you’re asking me if I think it’s okay for mums and their daughters to — to be attracted to one another. Okay so far?”

“Yes,” Mum replied.

I gazed deep into her eyes, speaking as seriously as I ever had in my life. “Mum, are you asking if I want to have sex with you…?”

My mother looked as if she was about to faint, but she never looked away, “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, sweetheart… I am.”

I stared at her for a heartbeat, then threw both arms around my mum’s neck. “Oh, Mummy,” I cried, “the answer is yes. YES! I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life!” Abruptly breaking away, I cupped her face in my hands, our noses almost touching. “And, I know it’s like, the world’s biggest secret, ’cause mums and their kids aren’t s’posed to be lovers. But I don’t care, it’s totally what I want. Oh, wow, I’m so excited! And I am a hundred percent sure, honest I am. Oh, and I love you more than anything… so, y’know, whatever happens, we’ll be okay.”

I hadn’t planned any of that; it all just came pouring out. I was trying to convince Mum that YES, this was very much what I wanted, just in case she had second thoughts and decided I was too young for sex. I was shaking by the time I’d finished.

Mum bundled me up into her arms. “I love you so much,” she said, pausing to kiss my ear. “I’ll always be there for you.”

“I love you too, Mummy.”

“But, are you really sure?” she said, teasing me.

“YES! I’m sure!” I insisted, then began to tickle her ribs. Mum is incredibly ticklish, and she burst into gales of helpless laughter.

“Okay, okay, you win,” she gasped, pushing my hands away. “You’re sure, I believe you.”

We fell back on the sofa, drifting into a lovely cuddle. “So, er…does that mean we can have sex now?” I asked.

Mum chuckled. “That’s my girl, always says what’s on her mind.”

“Is that a yes or a no?”

“Yes, we can have sex, but not yet.”

I sat bolt upright, my mouth set in a scowl. “WHAT? WHY? WHEN?”

“Hey hey, calm down, you’ll wake your sister up.”

“Nothing would wake her up.”

“True, but still, keep your voice down. Remember I said I need to be sure? Well, we’re going to do one last thing before we go any further. I’m going to give you some time to digest all this. I want to make sure you’re comfortable with the idea of the two of us becoming lovers. Can you do that for me?”

I gave a dramatic sigh. “Oh, Mum, I told you how much I want to do it… but we can wait, if it makes you happy. How long, though?”

“Good girl. Um, say, Saturday.”

“Saturday? That ages away, that’s like… FIVE DAYS!”

“Shhhhh! I’m glad you’re so keen, honey… but let’s take our time here. There’s no rush.”

“There is a rush, a big rush, a huge rush. What if we waited two days? Would that be okay?”

Mum just rolled her eyes. “I was going to surprise you… but clearly you’re not going to let this drop. I thought It would be nice if our first time together was special. I’ve arranged for Lilly to have a sleepover with her friends on Saturday, she’ll go over there in the morning. Then, you and I will meet Kiki and Henri for lunch and hit the shops. We can all go back to Kiki’s house for dinner and spend the night there. It’s a beautiful house, and there’s a nice spare room you and I can use. Would you like that?”

Would it? I was so excited, I actually forgot to breathe for a moment. “God, yes! That sounds… incredible. I just wish tomorrow was Saturday.”

“Me too sweetie.”

“Have you already asked Kiki about all this?”

“Of course… and Henri, too. It was Henri’s idea, actually.”

“What, even the bit about, you know, you and me…”

“About you and me fucking?”

I blushed, Mum never swore. Well, hardly ever. “Um, well, yeah.”

She laughed, “Poppy, honey, when it’s just us you can use those kinds of words.”

“Really?”

“Repeat after me: fuck, shit, cunt, cock, pussy, and bollocks!”

I burst out laughing, through my chuckles I managed to say, “Fuck, shit, cunt, cock, pussy, and bollocks!” With that, we fell about laughing until our sides hurt.

Wiping her eyes, Mum continued. “And yes, sweetie, of course they know you and I are going to be making love. And since it’s our first time, they wanted to help make it special.”

“Mum?”

“Yes, sweetie.”

“I can’t fucking wait until it’s Saturday.”

On to Chapter 4!

A sweet and sexy story from a talented newcomer. Please join me in welcoming Rosey M to our site. — JetBoy

By Rosey M

“Your hair looks so nice today, Robyn! Can you teach me how you get it to look that way? I’d love to be as cute as you are.”

Robyn Byrne flushed in embarrassment as she sped past that strange girl Sarah, making her way over to her friends, waiting at their usual spot.

Amber was watching her approach and noted how her younger friend had quickened her step when passing the other girl. She spoke up. “Hey, Robyn. Seriously, just let me know if that weirdo is bothering you, ‘kay?”

Once Robyn finally reached their lunch table, she put her bag down and muttered something that sounded like agreement. Jess’ reaction toward seeing the girl flirting with another one of her friends was undisguised irritation, just like always. “If we’re not gonna do anything about her ourselves, we oughta say something to one of the teachers.”

Tara shook her head. “Now, now. We’re not fuckin’ narcs, Jess. Besides, I think it’s kinda cute how she’s always dyking out over us. Makes me feel hot, like ‘even the girls want me!”

Robyn and the others turned to gaze at Tara, bewildered. Yet Tara didn’t look at any of them, her attention focused on the girl in question. Following her line of sight, the others looked in the same direction. As if a sixth sense had told her they were watching, Sarah looked up with a grin and winked. And as one, the four of them averted their eyes and tried to ignore her.

***

It was a week before Halloween, and this scene had played out almost every day at lunch since the second week of school. Robyn still remembered the first day of seventh grade, when they had to introduce themselves during homeroom. Most of the other kids had done no more than awkwardly parrot their names, perhaps mentioning a hobby or a band they liked. Robyn didn’t break this mold, and the only information she volunteered was her appreciation of Linkin Park.

But Sarah freaking Byron wasn’t so shy.

“I’m Sarah, and I’m a lesbian. There’s a lot of cute girls at this school, and I’d love to get to know you all a lot better!” The girl hadn’t missed a beat as she outed herself to the class, and by extension the entire school. She’d directed a pointed glance toward Robyn as she said that last part, then casually returned to her seat.

The silence that descended over the classroom was immediate and oppressive, and the teacher quickly rushed through the rest of the introductions, lest any of the others attempt a stunt to top it. And before the week was out, everyone in the building knew that one of the new seventh graders was a lesbian.

The last time Sarah and Robyn had been in the same class was third grade, and she definitely wasn’t like that back then. All Robyn really knew about her after that was that she was one of the nicer kids in school, liked playing sports and running, and that she had a bad habit of staring when they crossed paths; so much so that at first, Robyn was always concerned that something was wrong with her appearance when they met. But she supposed that just as she’d had her own transformation between elementary school and junior high, Sarah must have had one of her own.

As weird as the thought of a girl that likes other girls was, Robyn didn’t have a problem with it. Sarah was tall for a girl of twelve, beating out all but one or two of the biggest boys in their grade. She had the tanned skin of someone who liked to spend their free time outdoors, and her boyishly slim frame had few curves that Robyn could see. Although the girl didn’t have any breasts worth noting, Robyn couldn’t help but admire the firm legs that spoke of countless hours spent running where others walked. She kept her light brown hair at neck length in a cut that looked stylishly unkempt. Her face was cute, but Robyn didn’t think she’d ever be beautiful. If she had to narrow it down, she’d say Sarah would grow up to be handsome. Not normally something you called another girl, but Robyn didn’t know how else to describe it. Sarah’s eyes were a rich brown color, with an innocent sweetness in them that made it hard to get mad when she looked at you.

At the time, Robyn had briefly stopped to wonder why she was analyzing Sarah’s appearance so closely. It’s not as if she liked girls.

***

At the tail end of spring, Robyn heard Evanescence’s “Bring Me to Life,” on the radio, and was immediately sucked in. Before the school year was done, she had thoroughly entrenched herself in a world that included Linkin Park, The All-American Rejects, and Fall Out Boy.

Her own height was rather average, but her mother finally caved and let her start wearing shoes with heels, and the extra inches given by the kittens she usually wore made her taller than nearly every girl in her class but Sarah. She’d given herself a total makeover over the past summer, saying goodbye to her vibrant ginger red hair. After a failed attempt with a box dye that quickly washed out, her mother had taken her to a salon, and now Robyn couldn’t get enough of the midnight black hair that hung to the middle of her back.

Her previously vibrant wardrobe had been replaced with a dark ensemble; the t-shirts that once displayed cartoon characters switched for black ones bearing the names of her favorite bands. Her breasts had finally begun to grow a year ago, and her training bras were dark to match everything else. She was secretly proud that she was a little more developed than the other girls her age, and always found herself comparing their bodies to hers. She had recently begun experimenting with makeup to hide the freckles she inherited from her mother, and was instantly taken with eyeliner and mascara when she saw how they made her green eyes look deep and mysterious.

Her friend Jess had gone through a similar evolution over the summer, and Robyn decided that she looked much more mature with her new look. Her long blonde hair was now a black bob, with a fringe to cover the left eye. Robyn once asked how she could stand only seeing out of one eye, and was told she should cut out one of her own and find out. They had met in the second grade, and became instant friends, despite their contrasting personalities. Where Robyn was passive and preferred to quietly do her own thing; Jess was aggressive and standoffish. She was short, with a frame almost as slight as Sarah’s. Robyn figured she acted angry so people didn’t look down on her for being short, and privately thought she was kind of like a chihuahua.

They were proud of their newfound maturity, and couldn’t wait to meet the older kids at their school who would share their interests. They didn’t meet anyone their own age who liked the same things, and were disappointed to learn that not even the older students shared their taste for all things dark and moody. But they did find friends among the eighth-graders, two girls named Amber and Tara. They started chatting after Amber noticed Robyn in her Fallen t-shirt, and began sitting together during lunch.

Amber was about the same height as Robyn, and had streaks of green in her naturally black hair. Robyn frequently found herself stealing peeks at the girl’s chest, which was bigger than anyone else’s in the eighth grade, let alone hers. She was quiet, but her silence was powerful, and only opened her mouth when she actually had something to say. Tara, by contrast, was chatty and peppy as can be. Her short blue hair started almost as many conversations as double-takes. She was quick with a joke, and would shamelessly bat her eyes at boys when they looked her way. Tara was almost as tall as Sarah, but with a bit of extra weight on her frame. She had the beginnings of what Robyn suspected would be a very womanly figure when she grew up.

The foursome had claimed a table in the courtyard situated slightly away from the rest, and spent all the time they could there. They talked about the new songs they liked (Panic! at the Disco was their favorite band at the moment), TV shows they were watching (Amber was a bit of an anime geek, and was currently trying to get them into some show called Hell Girl. It could only be watched in Japanese with English subtitles on your computer, but she claimed it was totally worth the trouble), any movies they wanted to see together (Corpse Bride was awesome, the first movie the girls watched as a group). Pretty much anything that came to mind was fair game.

Robyn noticed over time that they never talked about their crushes, or boys they thought looked hot. But she figured if they were all fine with that, she didn’t have to try to bring it up, either.

Robyn’s mother believes that the girls were just going through a phase, but she didn’t understand. This was who they were. Robyn liked how they all looked now that they were just being themselves. The only problem was that Sarah did, too.

***

As casually as Sarah had confessed that she liked girls, it quickly became apparent to Robyn that she had a preference for some girls in particular. She always had a smile for anyone that looked her way, but the quartet of emo girls received special attention. Sarah’s eyes always locked on to them when she was around, and she wasn’t shy about making her feelings known. Robyn recalled an exchange Jess had with Sarah about a week into the term, when she finally noticed the girl’s stares.

“What the hell are you looking at?”

“You.”

“Well, stop fucking looking, then!”

“Don’t get mad. I’m just admiring how stylish you are.”

“Well, I’m not a dyke. So take the hint and stop staring at me and my friends like that!”

“Well, maybe you should try it, before being so quick to judge me.”

Jess scoffed. “Yeah, you wish I would, don’t you?”

“Well, I wish one of you would.”

Sarah’s calm demeanor was clearly not what Jess was expecting when she confronted the girl. And just when Robyn thought her friend was going to explode, she angrily stalked off instead.

When Robyn caught up, Jess looked a little red in the face, and all she had to say on the subject was an angry mutter. “What’s with that girl?”

A couple of days after that, Sarah had begun sitting at the table closest to theirs during lunch, and commenced the flirting they had all grown used to. Her words were always polite, and the girls didn’t know what to make of it at first.

***

“I love your shirt, Amber! The girls on it don’t hold a candle to you, though. What’s Malice Mizer, anyway?”

“…Thanks, I guess? It’s a Japanese band.”

***

“How do you get your eyes to look so enchanting, Robyn? They light up and look like emeralds, even when I see them from far away.”

“Uh… Makeup and patience?”

***

“Tara, you look amazing in those stockings. Do you keep them on in gym class? They don’t look very comfortable for running.”

“Thanks, babe! The only thing I run is my mouth, though. So I wouldn’t worry about it.”

***

“I love how your hair looks today, Jess! The way it frames your face makes you look so cool!”

“Yeah, yeah. Keep looking, weirdo.”

***

“As nice as you look with your makeup, I love when you don’t cover up your freckles. They make you look really cute, Robyn!”

“…Um, okay. Thanks, Sarah.”

And on and on it went. Amber politely responded, Tara joked back, Robyn either answered awkwardly or got embarrassed, and Jess snapped at her while blushing. The girl always had something to say whenever one of them walked by, and a smile was never far from her lips when they looked at her. Sarah flirted with all of them, but she seemed to do it to Robyn more often than the others. And while Robyn would never admit it to her friends, the extra notice she got from Sarah made her feel good.

She never saw Sarah being harassed or bullied, but never noticed her hanging out with anyone, either. Robyn suspected that despite the girl being openly gay at thirteen, her confidence and obvious comfort in her own skin made her a less than ideal target to pick on. Sarah was nice to everyone in class, and her athletic skills made her an easy first choice during any team activity in gym. But as soon as school let out, there was a clear divide separating her from the other kids.

Although Robyn wasn’t exactly comfortable around the girl, she thought it was disgusting how Sarah’s old friends from elementary school had distanced themselves when she came out. Robyn simply didn’t get what their problem was. She’s just gay. What’s the big deal, anyhow?

Sarah always seemed to treat lunch as a chance to practice pickup lines, but never stuck around to flirt with Robyn or her friends after school. Robyn knew it was because Sarah spent afternoons running, exercising, and playing pickup games with the kids at the local park. She was never unwelcome if she showed up, but Sarah always seemed to have to seek games out; there was no effort from anyone to make her feel wanted.

Robyn often saw her on the walk home from school, and Sarah would always wave and smile. Sometimes, Robyn would even wave back at her. Only sometimes, okay?

***

As Robyn entered her house, she was greeted by the same quiet that was always there when she got home. Both her parents worked into the early evening, so she had a few hours of free time after parting from her friends. After tossing her bag on the chair in her room, she took off her pants, intending to change into a pair of shorts. Instead, she found herself falling back onto the bed. Her hand lazily crawled down her body and snaked its way into her panties. Robyn had discovered the joys of masturbation when she was ten, and frequently indulged in the pleasures it offered.

She had come across porn a few times while browsing on her computer. And while she tried getting off to it a few times, her imagination worked a lot better. She began stroking her slit up and down, biting her lip as she slipped the other hand under her bra and pawed at her small breasts. Flicking and pinching her nipples seemed to enhance how good it felt when she touched her pussy. Thinking back on all the cute people she saw throughout the day, she had to do a double-take at having to think of them as “people”. Very rarely did a boy make her list. It was almost always other girls.

There was Amber, with her boobs just begging Robyn to grab and caress them, like she was doing to her own right then. She thought of how Sarah would sometimes glance at Amber’s chest before quickly turning away, and found herself getting annoyed. She tried to think of somebody else, anybody. Like Tara, who was always wearing fishnet stockings. They made her look so much more mature; Robyn didn’t know why the school let her get away with it. She wanted to touch her friend’s pussy until it was soaking wet, then see if she could slide a finger inside. In her mind, Sarah’s hand joined hers, and together they explored Tara until they heard her cry out like a girl in one of those porn clips.

“God damn it!” Robyn hissed, her frustration growing.

Stop thinking about Sarah! Anyone else. Focus on someone else. Jess! Her best friend, who was so small that Robyn figured she could pick her up and cuddle her like a stuffed animal if she tried. She thought of wrapping her arms around Jess, burying her face in the girl’s hair as she touched her body all over. With her face buried in the dark tresses, she relaxed into the fantasy. But then Sarah’s hand burrowed its way into the thick of it, caressing Jess while pulling her in. In her mind, Robyn heard the wet sounds as Sarah began peppering her friend’s lips with kisses. Ugh! Quit touching her!

Robyn’s eyes fluttered open, her hand went still. Why does she keep popping into my head!?

Determined to come at least once, she began to masturbate again. As she racked her brain trying to find someone else to think about that she might get off to, she heard a phantom whisper in her ear, “…you look really cute, Robyn!”

Suddenly she imagined Sarah lying between her legs, the girl’s mouth an inch or two away from her sex like she was about to take a lick, but instead, she began to kiss Robyn’s inner thighs. Stroking her legs, Robyn groaned in frustration. “Nnnn! Lick my pussy, Sarah!” she gasped.

And the girl obliged, burying her tongue as far inside as she could get, setting Robyn off in a massive orgasm. She was furiously rubbing her clit in circles, mauling her breasts, thinking, Please, please, don’t stop! She came again. In the fantasy, Sarah was holding her thighs wide apart, staring up at her. The sweet-as-cocoa stare had Robyn melting, and the girl’s tongue was making quick work of the task at hand. God, Sarah — keep going! 

And as she felt the imaginary Sarah caressing her hips with all the love in the world, Robyn was struck by the biggest orgasm she’d ever had. She screamed long and loud, her voice finally dwindling to a low moan. With a huge, happy smile, Sarah drew closer, on the verge of kissing her.

It didn’t happen, though. Instead, Robyn snapped into consciousness, the trance over as abruptly as it had begun, leaving her wondering how amazing that kiss would have felt if it really happened. It seemed like an eternity before the highs of her orgasm trickled down to the warm buzz of contentment.

Robyn finally sat up, frowning. “What the hell was that about?” she muttered.

***

With Halloween taking place on a Monday that year, the mall was filled with the spirit of the season as Robyn and her friends arrived on Sunday. They had come to check if Hot Topic had anything worth buying, and had spent the rest of the afternoon checking other stores, and admiring the spooky decor. Stopping at the food court, they had spent the last half an hour indulging in people-watching.

“Ugh, it’s her,” Jess said, making a face.

At those words, the other girls looked around and saw Sarah walking in their direction, looking strangely nervous for someone usually so confident. “Wonder which of us she’s gonna hit on today?” Tara mused.

Yet as they waited expectantly for the flirtation that always came, Sarah walked by them without a glance. When she passed, the girl’s expression had them taken aback, even Jess. If she didn’t know any better, Robyn would have said that Sarah looked almost as if she was feeling… guilty. They watched in silence as Sarah locked on to a table on the other side of the food court, making her way there and sitting down.

“Guess we’re off the hook for now.” Amber muttered, with a complicated expression that Robyn couldn’t place, but somehow understood.

Sarah had seated herself across from a girl who was older than any of them. Even taller than Robyn, this newcomer looked to be about sixteen or seventeen. She had black hair that appeared to extend past her waist, and wore a black dress that looked like she had just come from a funeral. Her pale complexion contrasted sharply with the darker hues of everything else about her. She wasn’t close enough for Robyn to get a good look at her face, but she was clearly pretty enough to fluster Sarah, if the younger girl’s nervous body language was anything to go by.

Robyn felt something strange stirring inside. Something unpleasant.

She and her friends continued to watch in silence as Sarah and this girl quietly spoke to one another for several minutes. Finally, the older girl stood up and beckoned for Sarah to follow. As Sarah meekly complied, the girl wrapped an arm around Sarah’s waist and led her away from the food court and toward the exit. She smiled as she passed by the girls who were watching them, Sarah stole a quick glance at Robyn, and then kept her head down as they left.

Robyn stared as the two girls vanished from sight, then exploded. “Seriously!? After all the things she said to me, she’s gonna go out with some other girl? What, is she fine with anyone, as long as they say yes? Who the hell was that!?”

She felt totally foolish, her friends gawking at her as she ranted, but couldn’t quiet down. Robyn knew that Sarah didn’t owe her a thing, but she couldn’t help feeling betrayed at the sight of her with another girl.

“Er, Robyn… what are you talking about? Why’s this got you so pissed off?” Jess had rarely seen her friend get angry like this, but the few times she had, it was always because Robyn bottled her feelings up until they blew up in her face.

“Yeah, that weirdo hits on girls all the time. It’s not like she’s your girlfriend or anything,” Tara piped up, while Amber quietly watched her.

Hearing the girl referred to as a ‘weirdo’ was the last straw. “Her name is Sarah!” Robyn snapped, choosing not to respond to the rest of what they said. “Sorry, guys. I… I don’t feel so great. I think I’m just gonna go home.”

And with that, Robyn stood up and left, her friends’ silence following her all the way out.

***

Robyn and the others had come to the mall by bus, but she decided to walk home. Her thoughts were a mess. She kept replaying what she’d seen. Sarah sitting with that older girl, the two of them leaving together, the look on her face as she walked by. She fought to keep from crying, without success.

Again and again, she told herself: I like Sarah. I like Sarah… and now she’s with some other girl. God, I totally blew my chance!

The tears had ruined her makeup, leaving tracks of black eyeliner running down her cheeks. She thought she saw someone running in the distance, but her eyes were so blurry that she couldn’t tell who it was. And even if she could, she didn’t want to see them. She didn’t want to think of anything that reminded her of Sarah. Several people stopped her to ask if she was okay, and she kept having to give assurance that she was fine. No, I’m not hurt. No, I’m not in danger. Yes, I can make it home on my own.

She kept recalling moments that had taken place between Sarah and herself. The look she gave Robyn on the day she came out to everyone. The compliments she’d been showering Robyn with since the start of school. The smile that she always seemed to have when Robyn looked at her; always a little bigger than the smiles she gave everyone else. Why, why, why did I take all those things for granted?

Lost in her memories of a relationship that she’d never had, Robyn made her way past the park, the one she often saw Sarah running around in. In fact, Sarah was there, leaning against a tree by the edge of the green. She waved as Robyn stumbled by, lost in her thoughts.

Robyn absently raised her hand in reply, then froze in mid-step. Wait. Sarah!?

She looked again, and sure enough, it was her. Still wearing the same white shirt and faded jeans she’d worn at the mall. But… what’s she doing here? Where’s that fucking high school slut she was with!?

As if on autopilot, Robyn’s feet were carrying her through the park, and Sarah sat and waited for her. By the time she made it to the tree, Robyn was exhausted, emotionally and physically. Her legs seemed to give out, depositing her onto the grass about three feet from Sarah, who looked up at her and said, “Hi.”

That broke Robyn out of her trance, and she snapped back to reality with a jolt. This girl — the one she liked! — was sitting there being Little Miss Innocent, as if she hadn’t broken Robyn’s heart not an hour ago.

All of the anger and hurt Robyn felt on the long walk home came boiling to the surface, and she lashed out without a thought.

“YOU! Why aren’t you off somewhere getting it on with that creepy bitch from the mall, or — or whatever the hell else you planned on doing with her? What is this, you’re just throwing yourself at the first girl who walks by? Who the fuck is she!?”

An awkward silence descended as Robyn finished her tirade. None of Sarah’s usual self-assurance was on display. She’d quietly listened to Robyn yell at her, and seemed to need a minute to decide what to say. Finally, she spoke.

“Ash isn’t a bitch… she’s a friend I made online. She’s a few years older than us, but she’s really nice. She likes girls, same as me. We’ve been getting to know each other since the last week of September. Without her, I’d have no one to talk to. She knows everything about me. My hobbies, what school is like for me, who I’ve got a crush on. Everything. She likes to draw anime stuff… actually, she’s really good at it. She likes the same kind of music you and your friends do. She… actually kind of looks like you, if you were a few years older. You know, when you hide your freckles? That’s why I–” Sarah’s voice broke, and she fell silent.

Robyn had multiple questions buzzing through her head at once. This girl knows everything about you? Who you’ve got a crush on? She looks like me? And — what were you about to say just now, before you interrupted yourself? 

Impatiently waiting for Sarah to resume, Robyn finally came out with, “What were you doing with her today, then?”

Sarah finally smiled, but it was tinged with sadness. “We’ve been kinda flirting for the past couple of weeks, so Ash suggested we meet up. She figured out soon as she saw me that I lied about my age when I joined the site. I had to, so they’d let me sign up. Ash said she still liked me, though. She wanted me to come home with her.” Sarah sighed heavily. “But I couldn’t do it. After we left the mall, I kept thinking about how you looked when I passed by, like I s-somehow hurt you.”

Sarah’s voice quivered when she said those last words. She paused, taking a moment to compose herself. Robyn’s anger had faded, and she sat quietly, listening.

“Ash was a little upset when I said that I couldn’t go to her place. She offered me a ride back, but I told her I wanted to burn off some energy and think. On my way home, I decided to stop at the park. I only sat down a few minutes ago.”

Now Robyn felt guilty for having yelled at Sarah. But at the same time, she was enormously relieved. She didn’t do anything with that other girl! she exulted.

Then it hit her. What happens now? She stared at Sarah, unable to say a word.

“Robyn, I really like you. I always thought you were the cutest girl in our school when we were kids, and I didn’t know why I thought that, not until this past summer, That’s when I figured out that I like girls. I’m sorry if I’ve been, um, too in your face about it.” She was staring down at her hands. “I promise, I won’t bother you with that stuff anymore.”

Her heart racing, Robyn could only mumble, “Um… rn’t bothering… I, um… iked it… you said… things…”

Sarah could only catch a few words. “Er, what was that?”

That was when the frustration and confusion Robyn had been grappling with came to a head. Glaring at Sarah, she all but shrieked, “I SAID, ‘YOU WEREN’T BOTHERING ME. I LIKED IT WHEN YOU SAID THOSE THINGS’!”

The silence that followed her outburst was deafening. Robyn saw with some measure of satisfaction that Sarah looked as if someone had smacked her in the face. The sight made her giggle.

“Honestly, did you really think I’d have let you do that for as long as I did if I wasn’t kind of okay with it? Jess acts mad, but none of us minded what you were doing. I mean, we never told any of the teachers about the stuff you say to us. If we really wanted you to stop, any of us could have snitched on you.”

As awkward as Sarah looked right then, Robyn saw a glimmer in those rich eyes that brought a smile to her lips, and she couldn’t resist teasing her a little. “Honestly, I… I think I like you, too. But…”

Sarah went from confused to excited in an instant. “But what? What!?”

“If you really like me as much as you say, why are you hitting on my friends, too?”

Sarah’s tanned face turned an adorable shade of pink as she pondered the question. “I, um. Look, I read somewhere online that to get a girl to notice you, you should show interest in other girls. Since you changed your look, and your friends did too, it made it easy for me to flirt with them… as long as I just thought about you when I did it. See, It’s supposed to make the girl you like pay more attention to you. Like, you’re interested, but you’ve got other options.”

Thinking back to her fantasies from the other day, Robyn realized that Sarah’s technique had sort of worked on her. She wasn’t about to admit to that, though. “Sarah, that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. Because you were flirting with my friends, I didn’t even know you even liked me that much!”

“I know… it was dumb. Please say I didn’t screw everything up.” But Sarah couldn’t hide the hopeful smile on her face. “Do you really like me, too? I hope you actually meant to say that.”

Robyn was quiet, needing a moment to take in the vision of Sarah. That lean body that appeared ready to jump up and run a victory lap. Her mussed up hair that looked like it would feel great to run your fingers through. Those chocolate-brown eyes, so deep and soulful that Robyn wanted to swim in them. The smile that spoke of a love rescued from the brink of heartbreak. How could I have missed how totally, awesomely beautiful she is?

Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Robyn said, “Yes. Yes, I like you. I’m not really sure what will happen with us, but I’d like to try–”

Robyn barely got that last word out before Sarah had pulled in close to kiss her square on the lips. Oh, it was amazing! Everything she’d hoped her first real kiss would be.

Sarah kept her eyes open during the kiss, so Robyn did, too; brown meeting green in a way that generated sparks, even in such a tender moment. Robyn saw the way the girl was drinking her in, like she could never get enough of the view.

Feeling the stirrings of arousal, Robyn lost herself in fantasies of what she could do with Sarah. She hadn’t watched enough porn to know very much, but she had some ideas. Very, very exciting ideas. With that in mind, she broke the kiss. Both girls were short of breath, and Robyn was elated to see Sarah’s expression mirroring her own need.

“Sarah, my parents are home right now,” she murmured. “Is anyone at your place?”

Sarah leaped up, seized Robyn’s hand, and gently brought the girl to her feet. “Let’s go. My mom’s working the afternoon shift today.”

Robyn grinned. “Sounds great.”

They made their way from the park to the apartment where Sarah lived, going straight to the bedroom. It was a lot smaller than Robyn’s, but the bed was so big that it took up a good chunk of the girl’s room. “It’s a king size,” Sarah explained. “I got it after my grandma sold her house.”

Robyn adjourned to the bathroom to remove the last of the makeup she’d applied that morning. She was shocked at how awful she looked, her makeup smeared from the crying she’d done. Why would she even want to kiss me, looking like that!? Robyn wondered. But Sarah had.

She found herself smiling at the thought of how they’d held hands for the entire walk to Sarah’s home. It made going through the doorways awkward, but she didn’t mind. She studied her face in the glass, and how prominent the freckles were on her pale skin. She’d never cared much for them, but Sarah sure seemed to. With a final wink at the mirror, Robyn left to find her girl.

Seated at the end of the bed, Sarah broke into a grin that had Robyn blushing in anticipation, cooing, “You look amazing right now.”

Rising from where she sat, Sarah opened her arms to Robyn, who took a moment to observe how well-built and strong the girl looked. I bet she could protect me from anything, Robyn told herself. That thought had her blushing again, and her rosy cheeks didn’t lose any of that color as Sarah drew her in for another kiss. Soon their tongues were engaged in a sweet, heated duet. Neither girl had much in the way of experience, but the enthusiasm they brought to the task more than made up for their clumsiness.

Sarah practically carried Robyn over to her bed, and they collapsed on it together, still entwined. Robyn broke the kiss to ask, “So, um… have you ever done this before?”

“Uh-uh,” Sarah replied, her own cheeks now a bit flushed. “You’re my first.” She hastened to add, “I’ve, um, watched a lot of videos, and I’ve read a lot of stuff about, y’know, how girls fuck. I think I sorta know how to start — we just do to each other what makes us feel good, then take it from there.”

Robyn nodded. “We’ll figure this out together. I’ve watched a few videos, too.” With a shy smile, she added, “One thing I know for sure… we’re supposed to take our clothes off.” With that, she reached for the hem of her t-shirt.

“W-wait!” Sarah protested.

Robyn let her shirt drop, puzzled. “What’s wrong?”

“Here’s the thing,” Sarah said. “Whenever I think about us doing stuff together, I’m taking your clothes off for you.” She paused. “Can I do that now?”

“Deal!” Robyn replied, breaking into a grin. “As long as you let me return the favor.”

In answer, Sarah reached out to cup Robyn’s face, gazing adoringly into the smaller girl’s green eyes. Her hands dropped to Robyn’s shoulders, then traveled down the rest of her body until they rested on her waist. Taking hold of her partner’s t-shirt, she tugged it upward until it was raised above Robyn’s breasts. Pausing for a second to nod appreciatively at the dark blue bra Robyn was wearing, Sarah kept raising the shirt until it cleared the girl’s head, then let it drop to the floor.

Staring at the girl’s torso like she wasn’t sure what to do next, Sarah shook her head, murmuring, “God, you’re so hot,” then reached behind Robyn’s back. Feeling about with clumsy fingers, she finally managed to unhook the clasp and slipped the bra off to expose the budding breasts she’d long dreamed of, capped by nipples hardened from arousal. Sarah took a few long seconds to drink the sight in, then bashfully asked, “Um… can I take your pants off now?”

“Please,” Robyn said, feeling somewhat frustrated how long it was taking to get to the actual sex. She’d assumed they’d already be in the middle of their second orgasm by now. Yet she was forced to reassess the wisdom of taking things slowly when she saw how entranced Sarah was at the sight of her body. Besides, she reminded herself, we’ve got the rest of the afternoon.

Pants now pooled at her ankles, Robyn stepped out of them as Sarah ran both hands back up the girl’s pale legs to grasp the waistband of her grey panties, which were already nursing a large wet spot. With a shiver of arousal that shook her to the core, Sarah pulled the sodden undies down to reveal the pussy that she’d long ached to see, to touch. She noted the light dusting of red hair that adorned Robyn’s privates, wondering if it was as soft as it looked, making plans to find out very soon.

Once she stepped out of her underwear, Robyn immediately straightened. “My turn,” she announced.

First, though, she seized Sarah’s hips, yanking the girl into her for a searing kiss. Filing the pleased moan Sarah made at being so aggressively manhandled away for future reference, Robyn began pulling her shirt off. Impatient as she was to get down and dirty, Robyn couldn’t help but take a moment to gaze at the lean, taut figure before her. Lighter than her limbs and face, she could clearly see where Sarah’s tan began and ended, wondering if her legs looked the same way. The girl didn’t need to wear a bra yet, but the hard nipples on her chest were a clear indication of how much she liked what Robyn was doing.

Unbuttoning Sarah’s jeans, Robyn roughly shoved them down so the girl could step free. As expected, her tanned, toned legs gave way to lighter skin at the ankles and upper thighs. Seeing how damp Sarah’s white boyshorts were, Robyn licked her lips in anticipation. I’m going to be tasting her down there, she told herself. Slowly peeling them off, she was surprised to see that Sarah didn’t have any hair on her pussy the way she did. Omigod, she shaves! That’s soooo hot. Her opening looked slightly puffy, and Robyn had to tear herself away to stop from just standing there, staring in awe. Just as she looked up at Sarah, the grinning girl all but tackled her.

The two fell back onto the bed, giggling with delight. Sarah began to rub Robyn’s arms, letting her hands move up and down the smooth skin, admiring the body she’d longed to touch, then traced her hands up onto pale, slightly freckled shoulders, which she rubbed the way her mom liked her to do after a long day at work. Sarah wanted to go further, but even though they were naked and in bed together, she felt an unexpected attack of shyness.

Robyn looked into Sarah’s eyes and saw uncertainty. She saw the hesitation of someone who didn’t want to make a wrong move and ruin everything. Knowing the next move had to be hers. Robyn placed a hand on Sarah’s hip. Letting it slowly glide upward, she moved her palm to lie just beneath the girl’s chest.

“This feels really nice, Sarah,” she said. “I know you’re nervous, but you don’t need to be. I love being here with you, and I totally want this. There are parts of my body that really need some attention from you. But if you’re not ready to take the lead right now… well, I’d like to make you feel good.”

With that, Robyn leaned in to plant a kiss on Sarah’s neck, reaching up to touch the girl’s breast. That made her cry out, something halfway between a yelp and a moan. Thrilled by her new lover’s ardent response, Robyn began to feel Sarah up — drifting from one breast to the other, brushing the nipples with the tips of her fingers. The girl’s body began to tremble, so Robyn used her other hand to grasp Sarah’s butt, holding her steady.

Her eyes rolling wildly, Sarah began to plead, “Oh, Robyn! Robyn, Robyn… my Robyn! Don’t s-stop, oh please GOD don’t stop!”

Growing increasingly confident in her ability to please a girl, Robyn straightened up to take a long, satisfying look at Sarah, then claimed her mouth in a kiss. As their embrace intensified, Sarah tried to do something with her tongue that only resulted in her licking Robyn’s lips. Both girls giggled at that, then tried it again. More giggles. Their mouths slid together, the kiss grew deeper, and amusement gave way to passion. Their tongues danced back and forth as they lay together, each exploring the other’s mouth. And even as they continued to kiss, Sarah gazed dreamily at Robyn, who could practically see little cartoon hearts dancing over the girl’s head.

Ready to take things to the next level, Robyn ran a hand down one of Sarah’s legs and up the other, then between them to touch her pussy. Sarah’s warm brown eyes widened in surprise, a sight that thrilled Robyn to the core. Wow, she told herself, I’m pretty good at this!

Breaking their kiss, Robyn leaned down to take one of Sarah’s nipples into her mouth. The girl’s skin had a slightly salty tang from the sweat of her afternoon run, and Robyn decided that she liked the taste of it. Sarah was clutching at her, moaning in mixed surprise and delight, and she only grew louder when Robyn began to toy with her stiffened clitoris. Alternating between the light caressing circles, hard presses, and quick rubbing motions that she liked to use on herself, Robyn soon had Sarah wailing like a banshee, her body shaking almost violently. It wasn’t long before Sarah exploded in an orgasm, all the while gasping, “Don’t stop! D-don’t stop! I’m, I’m, I’m c-coming!”

Even though Robyn’s efforts were centered on Sarah’s clit, she could still feel the girl’s pussy juicing like mad as she moaned and panted through her climax. Sarah’s lean, toned frame jerked again and again, seizing up every time Robyn’s finger stroked her clitoris.

Finally, Sarah relaxed, spent from the onslaught of pleasure she’d received from her new lover. Gazing up at Robyn, she gave the girl a dreamy smile.

“Sarah, that was SO HOT! You know I’m gonna wanna do that again, right?” Robyn declared, her eyes dancing excitedly.

Still somewhat out of breath, Sarah mumbled her assent, but quickly became alert all over again when Robyn began rubbing her pussy with one hand, while easing the index finger of her other hand into her vagina. As it sank deeper and deeper without resistance, Robyn gave Sarah a puzzled glance. “What happened to your, um…?” she began.

“Sports,” Sarah replied with a bashful smile, clutching Robyn’s wrist to make sure that hand remained right where it was. “I told you… I’ve never been with a girl before. Oh, and definitely not with a boy!” she hastened to add, making a face.

Fair enough, Robyn reasoned. She began to work her finger in and out of Sarah’s creamy tunnel, easing it deeper and deeper inside until she’d fully penetrated the girl, her knuckles pressed against the hot, wet opening.

As she withdrew her finger, Robyn was struck by an urge to taste the warm fluids that coated it… an urge she found herself unable to resist. Taking the finger into her mouth, she sucked it clean, moaning at how deliciously naughty it felt to be doing this. Sarah’s pussy tasted amazing, too.

Much as she loved making Sarah feel good, Robyn desperately needed to come herself. She could feel warm, thick fluids trickling down her inner thighs, flowing from what felt like a molten core smoldering just beneath her belly. But she could also tell that Sarah was hungry for more, and loved the idea of getting the girl off all over again. When I’m done with her, Robyn told herself, she’ll never want to fuck any other girls, not ever. Just me!

Briefly dipping her finger back into Sarah’s pussy to get it nice and wet, Robyn then offered it to her lover. Sarah took it between her lips, moaning in appreciation as she tasted herself. She wasn’t able to savor it for long, though, because Robyn quickly penetrated her again — plunging a finger into Sarah’s vagina, driving it in and out a few times, then carefully adding another.

A choked cry exploded from Sarah’s lips, and she seized Robyn’s wrist, as if afraid that the girl might quit pleasuring her. Of course, Robyn had no intention of stopping; instead she began sliding her fingers in and out of Sarah as the girl begged her to keep going, moaning, “I love you! I love you, Robyn!” over and over.

Robyn’s brow was furrowed as she bent to her work, fucking Sarah as hard and fast as she could. Sarah was moving in time with each thrust, the girl’s body jerking with each pump of Robyn’s arm.

It didn’t take long before Sarah cried out once more, lost in her second orgasm. Robyn gave a surprised gasp at how tightly her fingers were being squeezed by the girl’s spasming vagina.

Sarah shook and shuddered as she continued to come; finally, with one last “Oh!” she grabbed Robyn’s hand, blurting, “Okay, okay, y-you can stop now!” Robyn carefully withdrew her fingers from the girl’s pussy, and Sarah exhaled noisily. “Holy smokes,” she mumbled, rolling her eyes. “I thought I was maybe having a heart attack!” She gave Robyn a sleepy smile. “Hold me?”

Robyn quickly moved to embrace Sarah, and they lay together contentedly, nestled in each other’s arms. It was lovely, but Robyn had yet to come herself — and there was a low, urgent throbbing between her thighs that refused to be ignored.

Once Sarah was able to breathe again, she pressed a kiss of her own on the mouth of her prone lover. “Oh, Robyn,” she cooed, “Thank you so much for that! I, um, figure you already know how good it felt for me. But now you have to give me the chance to do stuff to you, too!”

Robyn certainly couldn’t argue with that. Not when she felt ready to explode at the slightest touch. Not when she was about to experience the pleasure she’d been aching for since Sarah had given her that look back at the park. Not when the girl of her dreams was right there, eager to explore her body.

Her nervousness now banished for good, Sarah went straight for Robyn’s nipples, taking one into her mouth as she tweaked the other between finger and thumb. That was enough to give Robyn her first orgasm of the day. She went off like a firework, crying out as a blinding rush of pleasure coursed through her.

Sarah was clearly shocked at how easy that had been. Breaking into a huge smile, she gazed lovingly at the girl beneath her with those big brown eyes that made Robyn feel weak all over. “Y’know, I was really scared I would suck at this. I mean, how lame would that be if I told everyone I was gay, got you to go to bed with me, and then I was so bad at sex that you never wanted to do it again? But if I can set you off with just playing with your nipples… wow!”

My thoughts exactly! Robyn mused. She lazily stretched out beneath Sarah, grinning up at her. “Well, first of all, you didn’t convince me to go to bed with you, I wanted to be with you just as much. So stop worrying so much that you’re gonna do something wrong! Buuuut, if you need any ideas… um, I’m sort of wondering if I taste as good as you do. And when I made myself come while thinking about you last week, you were, er, finding out about that. Know what I mean…?”

But Sarah had already begun to kiss a path downward, her hands mapping out every contour of Robyn’s body along the way. Thinking of the dozens of kisses the girl had already placed on her, Robyn wondered if she’d have an inch of skin left that hadn’t been touched by her new girlfriend’s lips or fingers.

Then as Sarah paused at her tummy to burrow into its softness, Robyn put everything else out of her mind. The universe was reduced to this moment of making love.

Kneeling at the foot of the bed, Sarah was ready to worship at the altar of Robyn’s bare body, now spread out and ready for her. Using both thumbs, she carefully spread Robyn’s vagina open, enthralled by the sight of the hot pink interior, dripping with nectar. She paused to breathe in the rich scent of another girl, thinking I made this happen. I got her hot!

As her fingers began to glide across Robyn’s mound, Sarah remembered something that she’d wanted to do first. She reached out to toy with the light layer of pubic down that adorned the girl’s vulva, marveling at how it felt — soft as a whisper, not at all like the short, coarser hair she’d dealt on the previous day.

In preparation for her meeting earlier, Sarah had borrowed her mom’s razor and, with loads of patience and half a bottle of shower gel, left her own mound bare as that of a little girl. The women she saw in the lesbian porn clips she’d watched were always completely smooth down there, and she wanted to make herself look as sexy as possible. But seeing how adorable Robyn’s soft curls were, Sarah wondered why she’d bothered.

Extending her index finger, she lightly grazed Robyn’s stiffened clit. Encouraged by the moan she got in response, Sarah dipped her head down and took a long, slow lick through the cleft of Robyn’s pussy. The taste was just as luscious as she’d hoped it would be, and she fastened her mouth to the juicy opening, hungry for more. Robyn’s whimpers of ecstasy only spurred Sarah on, encouraging her to lick and suck even harder at the hot, wet flesh.

Reaching up, Sarah clumsily fondled Robyn’s breasts with her right hand, meanwhile using the thumb of her left hand to manipulate the trembling girl’s clitoris. Spreading the labial folds apart, she began to fuck Robyn with her mouth, using her tongue like a cock to probe inside. Thick, hot juices flowed freely, soon dripping from Sarah’s chin as she continued to feast on her lover.

Robyn stared down at Sarah in disbelief. It was even better than she’d expected. A moment later, the good feelings mounted even higher… and then, they took the breathless teen to some place she’d never been, never knew existed.

“Oh, Sarah!” she cried. “Oh m-my GOD! That f-feels fucking AWESOME! Oooooh yeah, K-KEEP GOING!”

Sarah was uncertain about her oral sex skills — it was the first time she’d ever gone down on a girl, after all — but Robyn did seem to be enjoying it in a big way. She began to lick with even greater abandon, all the while continuing to work Robyn’s clit with the ball of her thumb. Feeling a sudden impulse to touch her new sweetheart’s face, Sarah abandoned Robyn’s breasts to do just that — and a sweet shiver raced through her when she felt warm lips closing around her fingers. Omigod, she thought, that’s so fucking hot!

Robyn moaned around the digits in her mouth, bathing them with her tongue. Sarah responded by taking her clitoris between finger and thumb, giving it a gentle pinch… which turned out to be just enough to push Robyn over the edge a second time.

“OHHHHHHHHH!” the teen wailed, her body seizing up over and over again.

Sarah had to stop masturbating Robyn and hold on to her instead, clutching the girl’s hips as best she could with one arm to keep her steady. It wasn’t easy — Robyn was bucking and rocking wildly, caught up in the storm of her orgasm, thrusting her pelvis into Sarah’s face. There seemed to be a torrent of juices flowing from her lover’s pussy, a flood that Sarsh eagerly gulped down, determined not to lose a drop. Despite her best efforts, though, her cheeks and chin were soon dripping with fluids as Robyn’s muffled cries sounded throughout the room.

The torrent finally slowed to a trickle, and Sarah felt the cool air of the room on her wet fingers when Robyn released them from her mouth in order to catch her breath.

As she gulped down lungfuls of air, Robyn cradled Sarah’s head to her quivering belly, clumsily running her fingers through the girl’s hair. Once she’d caught enough breath to speak, Robyn hesitantly asked, “Um… do I taste okay?”

Sarah wanted to shout with glee, but satisfied herself by loudly humming her appreciation, adding, “You are absolutely yummy, Robyn Byrne,” punctuating her words by trailing a finger through the girl’s slit. She heard a moan as Robyn reacted to the unexpected sensation, and chanced a glance upward.

Robyn was gazing at her with pleading eyes. “Oh, Sarah… lick me again, won’t you? I don’t know what you did to make me feel like that, but it was so, so good, and I need more of it!”

Sarah smiled, confident that if Robyn liked it that much on her first try, she could please her even better this time. Letting the girl keep hold of her hair, she gently drew Robyn’s clitoris into her mouth, teasing the tiny bud with a few rapid flicks of the tongue.

Robyn moaned ecstatically, and Sarah, further encouraged by the girl’s response, firmly grasped her thighs, spreading them even farther apart. She switched to licking Robyn’s clit in a circular motion, using her fingers to probe into her lover’s cunt while her tongue did its work.

Sarah quickly realized that Robyn’s hymen was still intact, while hers had torn ages ago. Resolving not to fully penetrate the girl without permission, Sarah withdrew her fingers, using them to rub and caress the moist outer lips, only occasionally slipping them back inside when she felt confident that Robyn wouldn’t take that exact moment to thrust forward and impale herself.

From the corner of her eye Sarah could tell that Robyn was groping her own breasts with her free hand, and something about that got her really hot, enough to make her want to pause for a minute and watch. No way she’d be doing that, though — her mission was to make Robyn come like a wild animal, and the tiny shivers running through the girl’s body told Sarah that it was about to happen.

Sure enough, Robyn’s moans grew louder and louder, while the fingers she had twined through Sarah’s hair began to tighten. In the midst of her licking, Sarah finally couldn’t resist the impulse to look up — and as her eyes met Robyn’s, the two young lovers’ souls seemed to meet as well.

With a shriek of ecstasy, Robyn let go, climaxing like she never had before, even surpassing the orgasm that Sarah had given her just minutes earlier. Robyn gasped and panted, her slender frame shivering with each surge of pleasure, one coming after the next until she didn’t know which way was up.

When her ecstasy had finally run its course, she felt Sarah gently free her hair — which, Robyn was startled to realize, she was still gripping tightly. That accomplished, Sarah lay down next to her wearing a huge grin, the girl’s mouth, cheeks and chin dripping with Robyn’s essence.

Robyn felt embarrassed to have been so… so messy down there. But the light in Sarah’s eyes made it clear that she wouldn’t have it any other way. And she was pleasantly surprised to learn Sarah was right about her taste when they came together in a lover’s kiss.

After kissing for so long they were both out of breath, Sarah was the first one to break their embrace. With a shy smile that instantly sent ripples of heat through Robyn’s body, she said, “It just hit me that I ought to do this right.” Taking a deep breath, she continued. “I love you, Robyn Byrne. Will you be my girlfriend?”

Robyn nearly choked. “After all that, you’re seriously asking?”

But it didn’t take long for her to think up an actual reply. “Well, Miss Sarah Byron. I have to admit that I love you, too.” Sarah looked as if she might spontaneously combust from sheer happiness. “But,” Robyn added, raising a finger. “I’m not so sure about this ‘girlfriend’ stuff.” Sarah’s expression went from blissful to stricken in a heartbeat, but Robyn went on. “I think we need to have sex oh, about a dozen more times, just so I can be sure this relationship has, y’know, real potential.”

“You’re a nut,” Sarah replied, all smiles again. She glanced at her clock, then said, “Well, my mom’s not gonna be home for another two hours, at least.” She sat up, swinging her feet down to the floor. “Let me go grab a couple bottles of water from the fridge. We’ll get ourselves hydrated, then get started on those twelve fucks you want.” Getting to her feet, Sarah padded from the room, still gloriously naked.

Robyn admired the girl’s ass as she left, already thinking of a few things she wanted to do to that cute butt when Sarah got back.

***

It was Halloween at last. Robyn had dressed up as a corpse, just like she’d planned to months earlier. She used thick white makeup on her face, neck and hands, enhanced with a hint of green to make her pallor look especially unhealthy, then she applied a heavy black around her eyes to achieve a sunken, hollow effect. Her mother joked that she didn’t look any different than normal, but Robyn just snickered and kissed her cheek. Nothing could dampen her spirits today.

Arriving at school, she made her way over to where her friends were. Amber had shown up in a black robe with red clouds on it; a design taken from one of her favorite shows. Tara had opted for simple cat ears and a tail, and Jess had apparently decided she was too cool for dressing up.

As soon as she made it to their table, her friends began hitting Robyn with questions, wanting some kind of explanation for her strange behavior at the mall the day before. She had to fend them off with a promise to explain everything later.

As she entered the classroom, Robyn saw the girl who had turned her world upside down. Sarah had done herself up as a werewolf, with shaggy dog ears that blended in perfectly with her usual messy hair. She’d mentioned needing her mom to help with the makeup, and Robyn was delighted with the way the woman had manipulated the contours and angles of Sarah’s face to make it seem sunken and feral.

With a now familiar pulse between her legs, Robyn found herself admiring how savage and, yeah, hungry her new girlfriend looked. That’s one werewolf who can maul me any old time, she told herself, flashing Sarah a huge smile.

Sarah grinned back, then mimicked a panting dog as she looked Robyn up and down. But with class just about to start, all Robyn could offer was a wink before she took her seat, already resigning herself to the morning slog.

Somehow she made it through the next few hours, though memories of Sarah kept interfering with her concentration. Luckily, she managed to make it through her first round of classes without being called on by the teacher… and finally, after three interminable hours, it was time for lunch.

As soon as the bell rang, Robyn and Sarah slipped their way through the crowd, determined to be the first ones outside. Holding hands, they made their way toward the part of the courtyard where the emo girls always congregated. The pair began to slow as they neared the area, and Sarah turned to look at her girlfriend. Robyn basked in the love and devotion she saw in those chocolate-brown eyes, and drank in the beauty of her smile.

“You don’t have to sit with me today if you want to hang out with your friends,” Sarah quietly said as they approached the tables. “It’s okay. I don’t mind.”

Robyn came to a sudden halt, a frown on her lips. “You think I’d make you sit by yourself? No way, girl. I’m in love with you, and I want everyone to know!” And with that, she steered the two of them over to the table where Sarah always sat on her own.

“Oh, Robyn,” Sarah whispered, on the verge of happy tears. “I love you, too.”

“Cool,” Robyn murmured, watching her friends as they drew closer. Tilting her head in their direction, she said, “Hey… you wanna mess with them a little?”

“Sure!” Sarah replied, then giggled.

Tara was first to arrive. Robyn called out, “Hi there, Tara! You look so cute with those kitty ears on. No cat-astrophe there! Come meow-n over!”

“Robyn!?”

“Of corpse it’s me! I’m not kitten around here!”

Amber was close behind — in fact, she nearly bumped into Tara, who had frozen in her tracks. This time, it was Sarah who spoke up. “I love your robe, Amber! I see I’m not the only one with a sweet collar today; you look like you stepped straight out of the TV. Very cool! Fur real!”

“…What’s going on?” Amber said, utterly confused.

By this time, Jess had joined the group, and was staring at Robyn and Sarah, who were sitting atop the table, side by side and holding hands. For once, she was at a loss for words. “W-what’s with you two!?”

Grinning hugely, Sarah called out, “You don’t even have to dress up to look good on a day like this, Jess. Want to sit over here with us? Don’t worry, my girlfriend has me leashed.”

“You look adorable in that sweater, Jess!” Robyn chimed in. “Come join us and be the life of the party! I might be a little dead-lirious, but I’m not a zombie or anything.”

The two lovers enchanted an adoring glance, then exclaimed in unison: “We don’t bite!”

“Not unless you want us to,” Robyn added with a wink.

The End

By No One

“Sha-na! Sha-na! Sha-na!” The crowd chanted her name, still demanding more after two encores. Shana closed her eyes for a moment, drinking in the sound. There was nothing quite like the rush you got from the adulation of thousands of fans.

The imaginatively-named Fargodome in Fargo, North Dakota was far from the biggest venue she’d ever played, but the place was packed, and the audience had been wired from the first note of the opening song. No doubt about it, this gig had been a complete success.

“So, I guess you want one more?” she asked the crowd, to a roar of approval. “Okay, okay. This is the last song for tonight.” She paused for the expected chorus of good-natured booing. “I know, I know. But I’ll be back, I promise.” Easy to please, the crowd was quickly back to cheering.

“Okay, I think you know this one. It’s called… ‘Shooting Star’,” she announced, getting an even bigger ovation. It was one of her most popular songs, but she had chosen it specifically as the closer because it was Zoe’s favorite.

Scanning the front row, Shana spotted the girl, cheering wildly, and gave her young lover a wink. Next to Zoe, another girl was speaking into her ear with obvious excitement. Stacy, most likely. Shana couldn’t get a very good look from the stage, but from what she could tell, Zoe’s friend was a real cutie.

This was no time to think about that, though. Shana launched into the song, giving it her all for a memorable finale. Her energy was beginning to flag by the end of this two-hour concert, but the sheer joy of performing always seemed to give Shana the adrenaline she needed for a rousing finish.

At the chorus, she pointed her mic towards the crowd and let them sing for a while. Having thousands of people belting out her own words was always an intoxicating experience, no matter how many shows she played.

The song concluded with a quiet, emotional part, and now the audience went silent, caught up in the mood of the music, hanging on to her every word. Then a half-second after the last note, they erupted into thunderous applause, everyone jumping to their feet and cheering, shouting, whistling and clapping for several minutes.

Shana basked in this sea of adoration, repeatedly bowing, waving and thanking the fans,  finally exiting the stage. Making her way to her dressing room, she took a quick shower to wash away the sweat, then changed into a fresh tank top and skirt, identical to what she’d been wearing on stage.

Emerging from the dressing room, she was immediately surrounded by a small crowd of devotees, all clamoring for autographs. Spotting Zoe standing to one side at the back, she felt an intense urge to ignore everyone else and run straight to the girl. With her busy tour schedule for the past month, she’d barely been able to see Zoe, even online. But still, she had a duty to her fans that couldn’t be overlooked.

As patiently as she could, Shana greeted each one in turn, thanking them for coming and signing whatever they had brought with them. Thankfully, the number of VIP passes that allowed backstage access was pretty limited.

Eventually the group finally thinned out, and Zoe ran up to her, obviously just as eager to reunite. Shana crouched down and caught the girl in a tight hug. “Missed you so much,” she whispered in Zoe’s ear. Their embrace lasted a while, neither of them wanting to let go, and Shana didn’t care one bit at that moment if it was seen as inappropriately long.

When they finally parted, Zoe seemed to suddenly remember that they weren’t alone. Turning to the nervous-looking girl standing next to her, she said, “This is my friend Stacy.”

Up close, Stacy was even prettier than Shana had guessed. A slender Asian girl, her dark hair framed a cute and delicate face. And as Zoe had mentioned, there was a hint of just-developing breasts under her tight t-shirt. All in all, a very attractive little girl. Innocent-looking, but thanks to Zoe, Shana knew better. She felt a familiar warmth between her legs at the thought of what these two little minxes had already been up to.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Stacy,” Shana said, extending a hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Stacy took Shana’s hand, then hesitated. “Um… you have?” She glanced at Zoe, then back, clearly unsure what to make of that.

“All good, don’t worry.” Shana winked. “Did you like the show?”

“Omigod, it was the best. Everything sounded and looked so good, with the lights and the dancing and all that, and you looked amazing, and omigod, the new songs! You played new songs! They were all great, too, and… and…” Stacy’s rapid-fire gushing seemed to have run out of fuel. “Wasn’t it the best, Zoe?”

The girl shrugged. “Yeah, it was okay.”

Stacy gaped at her friend. Even Shana raised an eyebrow. Then Zoe broke into a big grin. “Just kidding! It was awesome! But I knew it would be.”

Stacy rolled her eyes at Zoe’s antics, then turned back to Shana, shyly holding up a poster. “Um, do you think you could…?”

“Sure thing.” Shana used a marker to sign the poster with a flourish, then handed it back to the delighted kid.

A man who’d been hovering near the girls took this opportunity to introduce himself. “Hi, um, Shana? Miss Belle? I’m Tom. Tom Sheng. Stacy’s dad. That was quite a show. I must thank you for the tickets.”

“No problem at all. Nice to meet you, Tom.” She shook the man’s hand. He seemed a little intimidated. To his credit, he managed to keep his eyes on her face rather than her cleavage. Mostly. “Are you a fan, then?”

“Oh, I was mainly accompanying the girls here, but… you might just have turned me into a new admirer.” He let out a nervous laugh.

“Glad to hear that.” She gave him a dazzling smile—it never hurt to be extra charming in this business—then turned back to Zoe. “So, we’re still on for tomorrow?”

“Yeah!” Zoe replied with just as much enthusiasm as Shana felt herself at the prospect of spending quality time with one, maybe two sexy little girls. “Oh, Stacy can hang out with us too, right?” Zoe gave Shana a subtle wink. They hadn’t even had the opportunity to further discuss the possibility of Stacy joining them in bed, what with how busy Shana had been lately, but Zoe’s eagerness certainly boded well.

“Can I really?” Stacy asked, wide-eyed.

“Of course,” Shana said. “If it’s okay with your dad.” She eyed the man, hoping he wouldn’t decide to invite himself to their private party.

“I don’t see why not,” Tom said, smiling at his daughter, who was beside herself with excitement.

“Great,” Shana said. “Can you get to Zoe’s tomorrow morning? We’ll pick you both up there.”

Stacy nodded. “Oh, sure.”

“Well, that’s settled,” Tom said, sounding like he was ready to leave. “Shall we take you back now, Zoe?”

Shana was most definitely not ready to let Zoe go just yet. “Oh, I’ll drive her home later. Don’t worry about it.”

“All right, then. Well, we’d better hit the road. Again, it was very nice to meet you.”

Stacy didn’t look nearly as eager to take off, so Shana said, “Bye, Stacy. I’ll see you again tomorrow. We’ll have fun all day long, I promise.”

Beaming again, the girl followed her dad towards the exit.

Seating themselves on a nearby bench, Shana and Zoe chatted for a while, the young girl giving her very detailed impressions of the concert. Of course, Shana wanted nothing more than to take Zoe into the dressing room and make love to her, but she knew it was very unlikely they’d be left undisturbed. In fact, they were interrupted a few times by crew members asking questions or fans wanting autographs. She had to settle for quick touches every now and then.

When Matthew appeared, Zoe recognized him right away and excitedly asked, “Are we riding in the limo again?”

“Indeed, Miss Price,” he replied in his usual impassive tone, though a faint smile threatened to appear at the corners of his mouth when Zoe gave him a big grin.

“Only the best for you, kiddo,” Shana added with a wink.

“Cool!” Zoe jumped to her feet, then grabbed Shana’s hand with both of hers and dragged her up. “Let’s do it!”

“All right, all right, hold your horses,” Shana said, though unable to keep from smiling at Zoe’s enthusiasm. It was easy to forget how everyday things she took for granted could seem so exciting to a child.

She held on to Zoe’s hand as they made their way to the parking garage. Though that surely looked completely innocent to any observer, the skin contact, the warmth of the small hand in hers, was more than enough to turn Shana on.

When they reached the limousine, Matthew held the door open, and Shana and Zoe climbed in. His phone suddenly rang, and he held up a finger. “One moment,” he said before closing the door.

Far less nervous than the first time she’d ridden with Shana, Zoe shifted around, trying out all the different places to sit, even though they all felt the same. Shana watched, amused. She was struck by how even such mundane antics held some inexplicable allure that was utterly unique to young girls. Even in a winter coat, Zoe had an effortless, unconscious sexiness that had Shana feeling all hot and crazy inside.

“Good thing the heating works in this thing,” Shana said with a shiver, looking down at her own much lighter clothing. “I should have changed before leaving. Kinda forgot it was winter out here. That’s what happens when you tour, it’s a different climate every day. It was a lot warmer just a bit further south last week. What’s wrong with this state, anyway? It’s mid-March, it shouldn’t be so cold!”

Zoe just shrugged. “Feels normal to me.”

Shana forgot all about the weather when Zoe kicked off her shoes and lay down on the long seat, resting both feet in Shana’s lap. The shirt under her unbuttoned coat had ridden up to reveal her belly button, inflaming Shana’s lust even further. Sure, the girl was sexy even in winter garb, but even more so with some skin showing.

Before she even knew what she was doing, Shana found herself leaning over Zoe and pressing her lips to the little girl’s mouth. Surprised for just a moment, Zoe was soon kissing back just as eagerly, welcoming Shana’s tongue into her mouth, their passion magnified by the long months apart.

It was heavenly. Shana had missed this little mouth so much—the softness of Zoe’s lips, the child’s tongue tangling with hers, the helpless excitement that no other lover could equal. She wanted this moment to last forever.

The sudden sound of the driver door opening and closing made them both start. Zoe’s eyes, now full of fear, went to the dark window that separated the passenger area from the driver’s. “C-can he see us?”

“No,” Shana replied softly, caressing the girl’s cheek. “But sound could still carry, so…” She held up a finger to her lips.

Reassured, Zoe smiled and nodded.

God, she was so beautiful. Shana had no choice but to kiss the girl again, her arousal rising sharply. She wanted Zoe so badly at that moment, more than she’d ever hungered for anyone else. She felt a deep yearning to make love to this child. To make her come. To make her scream. But none of that was possible now, of course.

She abruptly realized that inviting Stacy to join them the next day had been a foolish idea. What did she need from some other girl when she had Zoe? What if Stacy didn’t want to play along, and she never got the chance to get Zoe on her own? All her careful planning would have been for nothing. Let’s face it, you got greedy, Shana told herself. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“Ready to depart, Miss Belle?” came Matthew’s voice from the car speakers.

Shana sat up, looked down at Zoe. The little girl’s breath was a little uneven from making out, her eyes still glazed with desire. God, she was sexy. God, Shana wanted her.

Did she dare have sex with Zoe while the car was on the road? No. No, no, no. That was insanely risky. Matthew might not be able to see what was going on in the back seat, but she couldn’t be sure there wouldn’t be any tell-tale sounds or other signs of what they’d be up to. While the man was very loyal and patient, he certainly couldn’t be expected to turn a blind eye to that.

The limo itself wasn’t the worst place for a quick fuck, though, Shana decided. Weighing her options, she let herself be tempted.

She pressed the button to talk to the driver. “Actually… sorry to be a pest, Matthew, but… I kinda forgot my coat. And it’s gonna be pretty cold outside when we get out of here so… Could you be a dear and fetch it for me? Oh, and a pair of pants would probably be good, too.”

There was a moment of silence. Though he never showed anything outwardly, Shana occasionally wondered how exasperated she made her assistant at times. Was he sighing and rolling his eyes right now?

“I will return shortly,” he finally said, then they heard the door open and close once again.

Shana’s best guess was that it would take Matthew at least fifteen minutes to walk to the dressing room and back. Time enough for some fun. Still, not a great idea to fuck a little girl in a parking lot but… she couldn’t resist.

Lying back down next to Zoe, Shana said, “Now, where were we?”

“Um, doing sexy stuff,” Zoe replied, then giggled.

They kissed again, and this time Shana let her hands wander over her young lover’s body. Gliding up the legs first, cupping her little ass, then impatiently pushing that cumbersome coat off Zoe’s shoulders.

“I want you so bad,” Shana said, her voice husky with yearning.

Zoe shivered, perhaps awed by the intensity in Shana’s tone. “Are we gonna… do it here?”

“Can you keep quiet?” They hadn’t seen many people around in the private section of the parking deck, but there was no sense in taking an even bigger risk.

Zoe eyed the tinted windows nervously, then took a deep breath, looked back at Shana and gave a quick nod.

Shana’s tongue was instantly back in Zoe’s mouth as she kissed the little girl hungrily,  then her lips traveled off to one side, nuzzling on Zoe’s neck and ear, breathing in the sweet smell of her hair. Pure lust driving her on, she crawled down the girl’s body to kiss her exposed belly, then pushed Zoe’s shirt out of the way, revealing a lovely chest that showed no sign of needing a bra any time soon. She paused to admire the girl’s youthful beauty, then bent to take a nipple between her lips.

As Shana kissed and licked those delightful little buds, Zoe made soft mewling sounds, very sexy to hear, but not loud enough to carry outside the car.

As much as Shana longed to kiss every single inch of Zoe’s body, they only had a few minutes before Matthew returned, and there was one particular spot that she craved above all. Quickly undoing Zoe’s jeans, she hooked her fingers in the waistbands of both pants and panties, then pulled them down to the girl’s knees.

Despite a powerful urge to dive right in, Shana took a moment to admire the child’s sex close up. Perfect, just perfect. Not a single hair marred its silky smoothness. So beautiful, so inviting. She inhaled deeply, drawing in the perfume of Zoe’s intimate scent, then let her tongue gently part the labia, taking a long, slow lick from bottom to top, relishing the always intoxicating taste of a little girl.

“Mmmm. I’ve waited for this for so long,” Shana murmured.

“Me too! D-don’t stop!” Zoe pleaded. A moan pushed its way past her lips when Shana eagerly obeyed, and the child hastily clamped a hand over her mouth.

Shana wished she could get Zoe entirely out of her clothes, as they made going down on her more difficult than it should have been, but it was best to be able to cover up quickly if the need arose. Likewise, while she’d love nothing more than to leisurely savor Zoe’s pussy, Shana was only too aware that time was of the essence. So she adopted a vigorous pace, flicking her tongue through those delicate lips and paying plenty of attention to the child’s tiny clitoris.

Zoe squirmed about, clearly wanting to spread her legs wider but restrained by the pants that were ringing her knees. Soon, the girl’s breath was hissing through her nose, and her muffled moans grew increasingly frantic.

Shana was thrilled and a little surprised by how juicy Zoe was. While the girl had gotten wet during their first time together a year earlier, it was nothing like this. Shana absolutely loved the thick, rich flavor of pussy, and could lose herself completely when giving oral. Burrowing deep as she could go between Zoe’s legs, she drank from the girl, the tart nectar coating the lower half of her face.

Soon, Zoe went rigid, a choked gasp escaping her throat as she came. The girl was twisting her head from side to side, covering her mouth with both hands as she fought to keep quiet. Shana gently sucked on Zoe’s clit, trying to make her orgasm last as long as possible.

When Zoe’s body finally went slack, Shana sat up, licking the honey from her lips as she admired the panting little girl. With her hair in disarray, her shirt clinging to a sweat-glazed chest, and her smooth slit open and glistening, she was a vision of budding sexuality. Shana reached out to caress the girl’s flat chest, pausing to tease a nipple, then trailed her fingers downwards to brush Zoe’s sex.

“That tickles!” the child gasped, a shudder racing through her boyish frame.

“You should probably put those clothes back on now,” Shana said, with a wistful sigh.

Zoe struggled into a sitting position. “What about you, though?” she asked, putting a hand on Shana’s bare thigh.

The girl’s touch sent a jolt of electricity through Shana, who bit her lip in frustration. There was nothing in the world that she wanted more than for Zoe to return the favor, but that was much too risky at this point. Matthew would be returning any minute now. She’d just have to fuck herself silly once she got to her hotel room.

She gave Zoe a quick kiss, her tongue briefly darting between the girl’s lips. “I don’t think we have time for that right now. Believe me, I wish we did. I guess you’ll have to owe me one.” She winked.

Zoe pouted playfully, but began to arrange her clothes back in a presentable state, and Shana helped to sort out her hair.

A couple of minutes later, they were seated side by side and looking innocent as can be when there was a polite knock at the window, the door opening to reveal Matthew.

“Here you are, then,” he said, presenting the requested clothes.

“Thanks a lot. You’re the best, Matthew,” Shana said. “Oh, you have Zoe’s address, right?”

“Of course.”

“Cool. We can be on our way, then.”

“Very well.” Matthew nodded, closed the door, and made his way to the driver seat. Soon, the car was in motion.

Zoe scooched up close. “So, about tomorrow…” she said, her lips caressing Shana’s ear, “I think Stacy would totally be down to fool around.”

Shana’s curiosity was instantly piqued. “Oh? Why do you think that?”

“Well… ‘cause she said so.”

Shana turned to give Zoe a look. The girl seemed much too pleased with the way she was withholding details. “She did?” Shana prompted.

“Uh-huh. So, I did what we said, right? I asked her what she’d do if, like, you wanted to fool around with her. As a… hypo… hypothesis.”

“Hypothetical. And she said…?”

“Yeah, that. She said, well…” Zoe paused, a sly smirk on her lips as she rested a hand on Shana’s thigh. “Stacy said you could lick her pussy any day.”

Shana swallowed. “Did she, now?” She’d regretted inviting Stacy along just a few minutes ago, but now she was quickly rethinking that notion. Between going down on Zoe and this conversation, her cunt was positively dripping.

“Uh-huh.” Zoe’s hand made its way up Shana’s thigh, slipping under her short skirt. “Would you lick her if she let you?” she asked, that little-girl voice at delicious odds with her sultry tone.

“Zoe…” Shana warned. God, she didn’t want the girl to stop, but…

“Can you keep quiet?” Zoe asked, flashing a cheeky smile. Shana’s head was spinning. When had this innocent little girl become such an expert seductress?

Shana glanced towards the front of the car, weighing her options. Well, they couldn’t be seen, she was pretty sure that she could keep quiet, and the skirt made for easy access, so her clothes could stay on… There should be no problem, right? Fuck, she just couldn’t resist. “Yeah,” she whispered.

“Yeah, you’ll keep quiet, or yeah, you’d lick her pussy?”

Shana took a long breath, then let it out slowly, willing herself to remain calm. “Both.”

Despite her best intentions, she inhaled sharply as soon as Zoe’s fingers grazed the front of her panties. At least she avoided moaning out loud.

Zoe began moving her fingers against the fabric, tracing the length of Shana’s slit, then drawing little circles over her clitoris. Then she calmly resumed her story, as if nothing at all special was happening.

“Then I wanted to know if she was really serious, right? So I kinda laughed a bit when she said that about you licking her, ‘cause you know… easy for her to say, right? So I asked her stuff like, ‘Would you really do it, though? Like, if Shana wanted to do stuff for real, you’d let her? You wouldn’t think it’s weird? And you’d keep it a secret?’ I mean, not like grilling her. Just, y’know, acting like I was just curious. I think I was pretty convincing. Anyway, she said it would be kinda weird if you were into her, but that she’d totally do it. And that you were ‘soooo hot’. And that she’d love to feel you up and lick you and make you come. And that she’d never, ever tell anyone, cross her heart and hope to die. I believe her, too… ‘cause no one here but me knows that she likes girls.”

“Fuck, Zoe…” Shana breathed.

“I told her I’d do it all if I could, too.” Zoe grinned, pressing harder against Shana’s panties. “So yeah, like I said, I think she’d be down.”

“God, I’d say so.” Stacy had seemed pretty shy when they’d met earlier, but it sounded like the girl could be downright brazen. Shana liked brazen little girls very much.

Zoe chose that moment to pull the front of Shana’s panties to one side to touch her pussy directly. Prodding the entrance with a fingertip, she looked up questioningly.

Shana quickly nodded her assent, then held her breath as one, then two small fingers penetrated her, sending waves of pleasure rippling through her body.

“Or… do you want me to do it like last time?” Zoe asked.

“Hm?” Right then, Shana’s thoughts were too scattered for her to understand what Zoe was getting at.

“You know… Like, with my whole hand?”

“Oh! Jesus, no! Not here!” No way would she be able to keep quiet if Zoe fisted her. She could still hardly believe they’d done it the one time. Shana wasn’t even normally into that kind of thing,  but when the thought of getting fucked by the smaller hand of a 9-year-old had popped into her head, the sheer lewdness of the act had taken hold of her, and she’d just had to try.

Zoe shrugged, a sly smile on her lips. “Okay, just checking.”

As it was, Shana had to concentrate to keep loud moans from escaping, but she managed somehow. The only sound in the cabin other than ragged breathing was the wet noises Zoe’s fingers made as they moved in and out of her cunt. Not quite loud enough to be heard, she hoped, though it was hard to tell for sure with the blood pounding in her ears.

“Do you… mmm, God… do you f-finger Stacy like this? D-does she do it to you?” Shana managed to ask, suddenly curious.

Zoe shook her head. “No. We haven’t yet, anyway. That could hurt, right?”

“Maybe… not always. Oh, fuck, Zoe!”

“Yeah. I dunno. Not sure I’m ready to try that just yet… So, anyway, are we gonna do it tomorrow? Um, the threesome, I mean?”

Shana tried to meet Zoe’s gaze, but right then, her eyes couldn’t seem to focus. “Do you… want to?”

Zoe nodded emphatically, Shana could tell that much. Clearly, the girl had given the idea some serious thought. “Yeah, I so want to. It sounds way hot!” Zoe cooed, then flashed a saucy grin.

“Doesn’t it, though?” Fuck, I’m gonna have sex with two little girls! Shana thought. There was a sharp jolt of pleasure at the realization, and then she felt her moment of release, bearing down like a tidal wave. “Oh! I’m g-gonna come,” she murmured, half-surprised at the suddenness of it.

When her orgasm hit, she clenched her jaw to avoid crying out. Her hands reflexively gripped the car seat, her head snapped back, eyes tightly shut. The flood of ecstasy washed her thoughts away, leaving only images floating in her mind of two naked little girls, both offering their pussies to her.

After the pleasure slowly faded, Shana took a deep breath and opened her eyes. Zoe was watching her, smiling. “Damn… that was amazing. Thank you, baby.”

“You’re welcome,” Zoe said, nodding to herself, pleased with her handiwork. Withdrawing her arm from beneath Shana’s skirt, she examined her sticky fingers for a moment, then shrugged and stuck them in her mouth, humming happily as she sucked them clean. She smiled innocently afterwards, perhaps oblivious to the effect she had on Shana.

In the mood to taste herself on Zoe’s lips, Shana leaned over and kissed the girl. A long, gentle kiss with no urgency behind it, just her need to enjoy the intimacy of Zoe’s lips against hers.

Opening her eyes, she drank in the view of the child’s face. So beautiful. Angelic. Flawless. All the cares in the world seemed to evaporate when she was with Zoe.

Shana parted her lips to speak. I love you, she very nearly said, but caught herself just in time.

Furious with herself, Shana clenched her left hand into a fist, fingernails biting into the palm. It wasn’t the first time that such feelings had bubbled up, that she’d been close to saying something stupid. Could she honestly be in love with a 10-year-old? Or was pervy infatuation clouding her judgment?

One thing was certain: nothing good would come from saying those words out loud. It would only make Zoe more needful, more dependent on her… and Shana couldn’t allow herself to play with the kid’s feelings any more than she already had.

Let it go, for God’s sake, she told herself. No point sulking about what you can’t have.

Shaking her head, she slipped an arm around Zoe, looking for something, anything to say to her. “So… sounds like you and Stacy get pretty hot and heavy together, huh? Just how many times have you had sex with her, d’ya think?”

Zoe opened her mouth to answer, then paused, thinking about it for a moment. “Uh… well, a bunch!” she admitted.

Shana chuckled. “All in a month, huh?”

“Yeah. Well, it’s like you said, nobody thinks we’re up to that kinda stuff, so it’s easy. And she’s pretty great. I mean, even when we’re not fooling around.”

Something in Zoe’s tone caught Shana’s attention. “You like her a lot, huh?”

“Yeah…” Zoe began, then she looked up at Shana. “Oh. I mean, not like—”

“It’s okay,” Shana interrupted. “I’m glad you have a… special friend,” she said, stamping down hard on a twinge of jealousy. It’s better for Zoe, having a girlfriend her own age. End of story.

Glancing out the window, Zoe suddenly said, “Oh, this is my street!”

“Well then, I guess this is it. But I’ll see you again in a few hours,” Shana said.

They came together for one final kiss that lasted until the car came to a stop, then drew apart a moment before Matthew opened the rear door.

“Thanks,” Zoe said, gazing up at the clean-cut man. Climbing out, she hit Shana with a dazzling grin. “See you tomorrow!” the girl exclaimed, then bounded up the walkway towards her home. Shana watched Zoe’s bottom jiggle as she ran, feeling an unexpected flicker of lust at the sight.

When Zoe reached the porch, she swiveled about and waved, calling “Bye!”

“Bye,” Shana murmured, waving back with a sigh. Tomorrow morning already seemed to be an eternity away. And that evening, she’d be sleeping alone.

Matthew had returned to the driver’s seat, and his voice now came through on the intercom. “Is there anywhere else you wish to go?”

“No, Matthew,” Shana replied, settling into her seat. “Let’s just go back to the hotel.”

On to Part Three!

by Joe Dornish

The next morning after breakfast, Mum, Lilly and I  went for a walk in the fields and woods near our home. The leaves were dropping off the trees, and Lilly and I had great fun kicking and throwing them at each other. Even Mum joined in. When we got back, Lilly beat me to the remote control and her program on the telly. I soon got bored and went into the kitchen to see what Mum was doing.

She’d put a roast chicken in the oven and was sitting at the table with coffee and a book. She had her legs crossed and her knee-length black skirt had ridden up to show her thigh. The sight of her bare leg made my kitty tingle. I squeezed my thighs together to try to make it go away, but that just made it worse.

I was losing the battle against the urge to masturbate, and was about to go upstairs when I had another idea. I used to play a game where I’d hide under the table and Mum would pretend I wasn’t there while I played games around her feet.

“Mum,” I told her, “I’m going into my secret den. I’m not here, okay?”

“Okay sweetie,” she said without looking up from her book.

I got under the table and looked at Mum’s crossed legs. She wasn’t wearing any tights or stockings, just her fancy leather flip-flops that she wears around the house like slippers. When I peeked underneath her skirt, I could see her whole leg up to her bum. That made me tingle even more!

I hadn’t played this game since I was little, but I remembered that there was a ‘no tickling’ rule. Mum doesn’t like being tickled too much, she says it makes her want to pee. There wasn’t any rule about no touching, though, and I found myself wondering what would happen if I touched Mum without being tickly about it. The idea got me so excited that I just had to give it a try.

I reached out to touch her leg, and she didn’t move. Feeling braver, I ran my hand up and down her shin. This time Mum did move — she uncrossed her legs, keeping them slightly apart, just enough for me to see her light blue knickers. They were lace and see-through, so her landing strip and the contours of her pussy were clearly visible through the thin fabric.

I unbuttoned my jeans and tugged down the zip, then slipped a hand inside my knickers. I made a mental note to wear a skirt the next time I did something like this. I was already wet by the time my fingers slid over my hairless mound. Then Mum did something that shocked me: she lifted her skirt higher up, almost up to her waist.

Did she want me to look? Just the thought of her doing that deliberately, for my benefit, drove me wild. My fingers were moving like crazy in my knickers as I held on to Mum’s knee for support. By then I figured she had to know what I was doing — of course, she was supposed to be ignoring me.

I moved my left hand along the inside of her thigh. My heart was beating like crazy as I got closer to her crotch, I wanted so badly to touch her there. My fingers worked away at my clit even faster as my left hand reached the top of her thigh.

Then Mum whispered, “That’s far enough for now, sweetheart.”

I gently stroked the inside of Mum’s thigh, keeping my eyes firmly fixed between her legs. There, a wet patch was clearly visible on the blue material of her underwear. My fingers were sticky with my juices, and I was breathing heavily. Mum must have been able to hear, but I didn’t care — nothing could have stopped me right then.

I gripped Mum’s leg hard, biting down on my lip to keep from making a racket as an orgasm swept over me. I was kneeling, holding onto her leg for support while my back arched and my body shivered and spasmed until I was spent.

I let go of Mum and laid back on the floor with a blissful sigh. I had been looking at her kitty and touching her bare leg when I came. It was almost as if I’d just had sex with my mother. That’s how it felt to me, anyhow. And she knew what I was doing, could probably smell my wet pussy as well as I could. That’s what made it so special — Mum knew what was happening, maybe even encouraged it. It made me feel kind of nervous, but in an exciting way, like when you’re on an aeroplane and it takes off.

“You okay down there?” she asked in a soft, silky tone.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just… you know.”

“Oh, I know, sweetie, I know. Here, come on out.” Her hand was reaching under the table for me under the table.

I was suddenly embarrassed, though not quite sure why. I quickly did my jeans up, wiped my hand on the t-shirt I was wearing, and tried to sweep my hair back into some sort of order. I got out from under the table and Mum smiled warmly, patting her thigh in a familiar way.

I sat in her lap, very aware of how wet my knickers were, and Mum wrapped her arms around me, planting little kisses on the top of my head as I nuzzled her neck. We were silent for the longest time — just cuddling, enjoying the warmth and closeness. I wondered if this was what my cat Pixie feels like when she falls asleep in my lap while I’m stroking her.

“Was that fun?” Mum asked.

“Yeah, that was a big one. I’ve not felt it like that before.”

Mum laughed, “How many have you had? You only found out about orgasms yesterday!”

That made me chuckle. “That was my third.”

“Blimey, you have been busy.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No, quite the opposite. If you enjoy it, sweetie, then touch yourself to your heart’s content.”

“I think I will.”

Mum seemed to be thinking, and then she said, “Did you, um, like the view down there?”

That surprised me — I wasn’t expecting her to ask me about that. I was too embarrassed to say anything anyway, so I buried my face in the nape of her neck and nodded.

A few minutes later Mum kissed me on the cheek, then got up to check on dinner. I went for a shower and played with myself again, holding the shower head to my kitty. It was fun; I never came but it felt great.

While I dried myself I had a thought, what did Mum mean when I was touching her thigh and she said ‘That’s far enough… for now?’. My heart raced as it dawned on me. I dropped the towel, hurried to my room, put on clean knickers and a light cotton dress, then ran down to the kitchen.

“It won’t be long… I’ll call you when it’s ready,” Mum was saying to Lilly.

When she saw me, Lilly ran like lightning into the living room in case I beat her to the remote control, and then she’d have to endure what I wanted to put on the telly.

When my little sister was gone, I went up close to Mum, who was stirring the gravy, and quietly said, “Er, Mum? What did you mean when you told me, ‘That’s far enough for now’?”

She put the spoon down and turned to me. “I wondered when you’d pick up on that.”

“Pick up on what? What did you mean?” I replied, impatient for an answer.

Mum took my hands in hers and whispered “I love you,” then she kissed me. On the mouth! Like for ages and ages. Okay, it was probably only a few seconds and there were no tongues, but still, it was a proper kiss.

When she pulled away I just stood there like an idiot with a dumb look on my face, feeling lightheaded from the smell of her perfume. Mum just smiled and kissed my forehead, “Was that nice?”

I could barely speak, but managed an, “Uh-huh.”

“Poppy, I want to answer your questions, but not now.” She tilted her head towards where Lilly sat in the living room, then winked at me. “Let’s talk later, okay?”

I kissed her on the cheek, “Okay.”

***

That week, our Sunday night movie was an especially interesting one. It’s a sort of habit we’ve gotten into since we moved here that each Sunday, we take it in turns to pick a film to watch together. It was Mummy’s choice on that particular evening, and she picked Mean Girls. I’d seen it once before when we first got the DVD, but that was ages ago. Two things had changed since I last saw the film — I’d embraced the fact I was into girls, and I’d discovered masturbation. Admittedly, this all happened in the previous twenty-four hours.

As the film progressed, I got more and more turned on by all the cute girls in the cast. I was rubbing my thighs together, then my hand just slipped between my legs of its own accord. I was in an armchair by myself, Mum was next to me at one end of the sofa with Lilly on the other side of her.

When my wandering hand decided to take up residence on my mound, Mum reached over and dropped a pillow in my lap, then winked at me. I took that as permission to masturbate quietly. Which is what I did. By the time it got to the Christmas scene where the girls are all dancing around, I couldn’t hold it back any longer and I came, biting the pillow so I didn’t make any noise. If Lilly had turned around right then, I don’t know what I’d have told her. But to be fair, right then I didn’t care.

The film finished later than we’d planned, and I played with my kitty all the way through. It was past both mine and Lilly’s bedtimes when it ended. We both said our goodnights to Mum, then went up to our rooms.

I got undressed and put an oversized t-shirt on. No knickers, I never wear them to bed, and Mum and Lilly don’t either. I brushed my teeth and got into bed. I hadn’t even got as far as turning my table lamp off when Mum came in and closed the door behind her.

“All ready for bed?” she asked, kneeling beside me.

“Uh-huh.”

“Would you like to talk now?”

“Um, okay.”

“Did you have fun under the table?”

“Yes,” I said, nodding enthusiastically. “I sure did.”

“Would you be surprised if I said that I enjoyed it too?”

“You did?”

“Uh-huh. Is that okay?”

“Definitely,” I said, which made her giggle.

“I’m going to be honest with you. When I said ‘that’s far enough for now’, I never meant to say ‘for now’. It was a slip of the tongue.”

“Um, so what did you mean, then?”

“I meant that I don’t want to rush you.”

“Rush me how?”

She was quiet for a moment, then said, “Sweetheart, when I was showing you how to masturbate yesterday, did you enjoy looking at me with my clothes off?”

I nodded and said, “Yes, a lot.”

“I enjoyed looking at you too. You’re very sexy.”

“Really?” Okay, that blew my mind. Mum, the most gorgeous woman in the world, thought I was sexy!

She didn’t reply right away, like she wasn’t sure what to say next. Finally, she put a hand on my arm and said in a quiet voice, “Would you do something for me, sweetheart?”

“Of course, anything.” Right then, I’d have walked over hot coals for her.

“When you were under the table, you… looked at me while you masturbated, right?”

I nodded.

“Could I… could I touch myself while I’m looking at you?”

That confused me. “You want to get under the table?”

“No!” she giggled. “Actually, that’s not a bad idea, but it isn’t what I meant. I was talking about… here, right now…”

That was when I noticed that Mum had a hand under her skirt and between her legs. I felt a yummy shiver, and my heart started beating really fast. My hot, sexy mother wanted to get herself off while looking at me. How awesome was that?

My hands were shaking a bit as I slowly pulled the covers down so Mum could see me. The t-shirt was short anyway and had already ridden up to expose my kitty.

“Could you take your shirt off, sweetie? If that’s okay with you?”

“Sure,” I said and whipped my top off, growing even more excited.

Mum pulled her knickers down and tucked the hem of her skirt in the waist so it was out of the way. Her knees were spread apart, and she was pushing her middle fingers in and out of her kitty, as deep as she could go. I was mesmerised.

“Spread your legs, baby,” she panted. “Let me have a good look.”

I did as she asked, which felt deliciously naughty. Mum grabbed one of her boobs with her free hand and gave it a squeeze. I didn’t have anything up there to grab onto, so I started playing with my little buds instead, which tickled in a really nice way.

I put a hand between my legs and started masturbating while I watched my Mum fingering herself hard and fast, getting really wild!. I wanted to copy her, but I’d only ever put the tip of my finger inside myself. Mum was doing a lot more, though, and looked like she was really enjoying it.

Deciding that I was going to be bold like she was, I rubbed the opening to my kitty a few times, drawing my knees up higher and wider, then slowly pushed my finger inside my kitty. I only meant to push it in halfway, but it was so soft and warm and felt so good that I went all the way in, far as my finger would go.

“Oh my… gosh!” Mum blurted out. Then she put the other hand between her legs and rubbed her clit while she was fingering herself. That looked like a great idea to me, so leaving my finger buried inside my kitty I reached down and started rubbing my own clit.

That really seemed to excite Mum. “Oh shit, fuck, fuck…”

Her eyes never left my kitty as she started to come. She bucked and jerked around a lot,  just like I do, but I don’t use rude words like she did. Maybe I should, I told myself.

Then my own orgasm took over me, and I couldn’t think about anything else. It happened a lot quicker and was way more powerful than I thought it would be.

I’m not sure what happened after that. After a while, I opened my eyes and Mum was stroking my hair, smiling at me.

“Did I fall asleep?”

“No, sweetie. You were just a bit zoned out after your orgasm. Sort of half-awake and half-dreaming.”

“How long was I like that?”

“About five minutes.”

“Is that all? It seemed like longer.”

“Feels good though, doesn’t it?”

“God, yes!”

Raising my head, I gave Mum a quick kiss. She seemed to like that, so I kissed her again, letting it linger this time. When my head fell back on the pillow she went down with me, our mouths still pressed together, then her tongue gently slipped between my lips.

My head was spinning. Mummy’s kissing me like I’m her girlfriend! I kept telling myself.

I kissed her back the same way. Our tongues met and danced playfully as I made unconscious little murmurs of satisfaction. Or maybe the cute noises were coming from Mummy, I’m not sure.

When we broke off, my lips were tingling.

“You’re a good kisser,” Mum said. Have you done that before?”

“No. I practised on my arm, but that’s it.”

She gave me another deep, sexy kiss, then said, “Time to sleep now, sweetheart.”

I remembered what we’d been discussing earlier. “Wait, Mum. You never said what you meant by not rushing me.”

“When I said I didn’t want to rush you, I meant that we should just take things one step at a time. Best not let our relationship change too much, too soon.” She placed a tiny kiss on my nose, making me giggle. “I thought today was a good first step, didn’t you?”

“Totally!”

Mum laughed at my girlish enthusiasm, “I enjoyed it too, sweetie. Now, lights out… you’ve got school in the morning.” As she stood up, she took her knickers the rest of the way off. I got a quick glimpse of Mum’s kitty, and it made me want to look at it some more. Then I thought about what it would be like to touch her there, and that made me feel all hot and squishy inside.

I thought about telling Mum that, but instead, I asked, “What’s the next step, then?”

“I’ve no idea sweetheart, but I think we’ll have fun finding out. Night-night.” She turned out the light, leaving me with a headful of exciting thoughts.

 

On to Chapter 3!

 

To recap this story’s plot, please check out the Chapter Links. For helpful information about the main characters, please consult The Girls and Women of Greenfield Tales.

By JB West

Part 1 – The Conduit

Cassidy was about to share the secret of her mental abilities with the girls when Deena spoke up. “You know, the way the girls fixed up the living room for tonight, it’d be a shame to let it go to waste. Why don’t we move the party back in there? I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’d like to stretch out on the floor,” she added with a wink.

Everybody agreed, so they headed out to the living room, sitting in roughly the same places they had earlier, but this time Deena and Rachel were closer together with their backs against the couch. Kim chose to sit next to her daughter, wanting to be near Katie when Cassidy revealed her secret.

The girls, still eager to know what Cassidy wanted to tell them, were all but bouncing up and down where they sat, the excitement of the situation almost too much for their little bodies to contain. Cassidy sat close to the girls, creating a secretive aura, even though everybody in the room could easily hear what she said.

“Okay, girls,” Cassidy started, “So you’re both probably wondering how we knew that Emily had been watching the four of us the other night.”

Emily and Katie both nodded. Emily was especially curious, as she was certain that none of the women had noticed her in the darkness of the hallway just outside her aunt’s bedroom.

“Well, the truth is…” Cassidy began.

First, she told the girls about her empathic powers and how they made it possible for her to sense the emotions, especially the strong ones, of people around her. She explained how she was able to actually feel Emily outside the bedroom, reading the girl’s growing excitement.

Emily felt a little embarrassed by Cassidy’s revelation at first, but the blush in her cheeks deepened even further when Cassidy asked her, “Did you touch yourself between your legs while you watched us making love, Emily?” She then took the young girl’s hand and added, “I’m almost certain I could sense that.”

“Um, yeah, kinda,” the eight-year-old mumbled, staring down at her knees, though she did enjoy the feeling of Cassidy’s warm, soft hand in hers.

Rachel had to speak up. “Don’t feel bad about that, sweetheart,” she said, moving to Emily’s side and taking her daughter’s other hand. “It’s a beautiful and natural thing, touching yourself that way. Besides,” she added, “that means that you liked what you saw us doing. Didn’t you?”

Giving her mother a shy glance, Emily nodded, whispering, “Uh-huh.”

A huge smile broke across Rachel’s face. “See, it makes me feel good that you like seeing me naked.” Rachel then leaned in and gave Emily a quick hug. “And I bet that Aunt Kim, Deena and Cassidy all feel the same way.”

Emily hesitantly looked at the other women in turn, a sense of relief washing over her as she saw their grins and nods, then heard Deena murmur “That’s right.”

The child still felt a little weird about what she’d done and being found out, but at least she knew that no one was judging her for it. In fact, she now understood that everyone was just as thrilled by her spying as she’d been at the time.

Katie, who hadn’t spoken for a while, tugged at Cassidy’s sleeve. “So you knew Emily was there, but you couldn’t see her? Not even a little bit?”

“That’s right,” Cassidy replied. “I saw her with my mind, not my eyes. Does that make sense?”

“Um, I’m not sure,” said Katie, frowning as she tried to picture it. “What’s that feel like?”

Now that the focus had returned to Cassidy and her powers, Emily and Katie both had lots of questions for her, and Cassidy answered all of them with honesty and candor. She even told the girls the story about her ninth birthday party, the same one that she’d shared with their mothers. That set off a whole new round of questions about Cassidy’s ability to enter people’s minds and manipulate their thoughts.

Cassidy could tell that Katie was somewhat skeptical of her confession, but Emily’s reaction was entirely different. She had a very vivid imagination and loved science fiction and superhero stories, so the idea of Cassidy having special powers impressed her greatly.

“I’ve got a feeling that you don’t quite believe me,” Cassidy finally said to Katie, who was biting her lower lip and thinking hard about everything she’d just heard.

“No, it’s not that. It’s just… I don’t understand how it works,” Katie said.

Cassidy nodded thoughtfully. “Well… I could demonstrate it for you.”

Katie was reluctant to entertain Cassidy’s offer, not so much because she didn’t believe, but because she was wary of having her mind entered and played with. Kim and Rachel tried to soothe her fears by explaining how Cassidy had helped them, and what a positive experience it had been, but Katie was still unsure.

That was when Emily spoke up, volunteering to let Cassidy demonstrate these mysterious powers on her. She even asked her mother for permission. Rachel was, of course, only too happy to allow it.

Cassidy adjusted her position on the floor so that she was facing Emily directly, took the girl’s hands in her own, then asked her a few questions. “Emily, is there anything about yourself that you don’t like? I’m not talking about how you look, mind you — believe me, you’re already perfect as you are!” Emily giggled, delighted by the compliment. “What I mean, is there anything about your personality you’d like to change? Any bad habits you wish you could break?”

Emily thought about Cassidy’s question for a few moments, then shrugged, not entirely sure how to respond.

That’s when Rachel made a suggestion. “Emily, sweetie. Remember how nervous you were last year at your dance recital?”

Emily grimaced. Oh, yes, she remembered. Though managing to make it through her routine, she’d been so nervous that she flubbed a few moves and nearly fell down at one point. Her stage fright had nearly ruined the show, and Emily had sulked about it for days afterward.

“Do you think you can help Emily with her performance anxiety?” Rachel asked Cassidy, who nodded. Studying Emily carefully, she could tell that the girl was reliving that terrible experience at that very moment.

Still holding the child’s hands, Cassidy murmured, “Emily, look at me.” The eight-year-old raised her head, their eyes met, and Cassidy began the meditation. Emily was a perfectly willing subject, so Cassidy was easily able to enter her mind and make quick work of destroying the fear and anxiety that the girl felt whenever she had to perform in front of groups of people.

Cassidy was somewhat tempted to make additional alterations to Emily’s mind along the lines of what she’d done to Rachel and Kim, but decided to leave it alone. After all, Emily was still a child, and Cassidy had no idea if such big changes could cause lingering side effects or even permanent damage in a subject this young.

The main difference Cassidy noticed in her probing of Emily was how much faster the girl recovered than the adults. It only took about ten seconds for Emily to shake off the mental fog and return to her senses. And Emily, just like her mother and aunt, immediately sensed the changes that had been made in her. Right then and there, she knew that stage fright would never again be a stumbling block for her.

Emily threw herself into Cassidy’s arms, whispering “Thank you, thank you.” Needless to say, Cassidy was all too willing to accept the little girl’s affectionate hug. She then turned to Emily’s younger cousin.  “So, Katie, do you think you’re ready to try for yourself?”

Katie still wasn’t completely sold on the idea, but the girl’s curious nature got the better of her and she relented. “You’ll be careful?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

“Like you were my own little girl,” Cassidy gently replied and patted the space on the floor in front of her. “Sit here, and we’ll get started.” Katie crawled over and seated herself before the smiling woman.

As Cassidy took the child’s hands, she exchanged a look with Kim, telling her without words that she would take good care of Katie, no matter what.

Kim was still feeling nervous. She’d been very unsettled by the painting of her little girl that Cassidy had shown her the night before — a painting based on a vision the young lesbian had experienced before meeting Katie, before ever knowing the child existed! Kim still had no idea what any of it meant, but she suspected that allowing Cassidy to enter Katie’s mind was the only way to find the answers she needed.

Starting the countdown, Cassidy was preparing herself once again to enter the mind of a young girl when something extraordinary happened. Instead of the buzzing increasing in intensity, the heat of her body rising and her vision narrowing, the exact opposite happened.

First, the Buzz completely fell away. Cassidy could recall precious few times in her life when the buzzing sound had ceased entirely, and it had always occurred after an extended or forceful use of her powers, leaving her drained and exhausted.

Second, Cassidy felt a chill creep over her body and she shivered. That never happened — the power always suffused her body in a wave of heat when she used it.

Finally, Cassidy’s vision started to expand rather than narrow. She could see the entire room around her and the people who occupied it in every direction at once., but before she could take everything in, the world whited out completely, and she found herself suspended in a wispy fog with bright flashes of energy coruscating all around.

Cassidy was so dazzled by it all that it didn’t even occur to her to be afraid.

“So, um, what now?” Katie’s voice sounded behind her.

Cassidy turned to see the child floating in the same fog about ten feet away. Katie clearly assumed that this was how the power normally worked, so she had no idea that Cassidy was just as lost as she was.

Somehow pushing herself through the mist, Cassidy moved to Katie’s side, determined not to lose her in the chaos, and took the girl’s hands. As they touched, a surge of energy ran through their bodies. The pair floated there for a few moments — or was it a few lifetimes? — holding hands and feeling the psychic energy flowing through and around their bodies. They stared into each other’s eyes, the growing knowledge of what they were and what they could do slowly crystallizing in their minds.

Back in the real world, Emily and the women were watching Cassidy and Katie closely. Normally, one of these sessions lasted for about a minute at most, but Cassidy and Katie had been under for at least five. Kim was starting to get visibly agitated, as was Deena when suddenly Cassidy and Katie opened their eyes. Kim, who had moved steadily closer to the meditating duo, was now kneeling right next to her daughter. Katie looked up at her mother, a huge smile breaking across the girl’s face just before Kim wrapped both arms around the girl, hugging her close.

“I know the answer,” Cassidy said. Kim looked up at the young woman and saw that she too was smiling brightly.

Rachel and Deena both scooted in closer, eager to hear what Cassidy was going to say next.

“She’s a conduit,” Cassidy said, raising the hand that was still clutching Katie’s. “She helps the energy flow into me. On my own I can channel some of it, but not nearly enough. But with Katie’s help… now, I can channel all of it!”

“What energy?” Kim asked, still confused by it all.

“The psychic energy, Mommy.” Katie said. “It’s all around us.” Kim watched as her little girl reached out with her free hand and moved it through the empty space in front of her. Katie giggled with delight as she watched the light of the energy absorb into her body and travel up her arm, across her chest, and then down her other arm and into Cassidy. Somehow she knew that no one else besides her and Cassidy could see this beautiful light, though.

“And with more fuel for my powers, they have become so much stronger.” Cassidy looked toward the front door of the house. “Hmmm, let’s see. In the house across the street there’s a man, a woman and a young girl. They’re all happy and laughing. I think they might be watching a funny movie or TV show.”

“What?” Across the street?” Rachel was dumbfounded. “I thought you could only sense people who were close by?”

“That used to be true,” Cassidy replied, nodding. “But now, with Katie’s help, I can feel my powers growing.” She then looked towards the back wall of the living room. She concentrated for a few moments, then said, “Hey Deena, I think Mr. And Mrs. Withers are having another fight.”

Deena was absolutely speechless. All she could do was stare at Cassidy, her mouth agape with awe.

“Who’s Mr. And Mrs. Withers?” Kim asked.

“Our next-door neighbors,” Cassidy chuckled. Her eyes danced with excitement.

Kim’s eyes went wide and Rachel gave a shaky laugh. Emily didn’t understand why everyone seemed so astonished, but then it hit her. “Wait —  you live all the way on the other side of town, don’t you?”

“Yeah, about two and a half, maybe three miles from here,” Cassidy said.

It was all too much for Kim. “Oh, my God!” she gasped, slumping back against the front of the small love seat behind her. What on earth was she to make of all this? Her six-year-old child had special powers! Kim started to feel a bit dizzy and thought she might faint, but then she felt a pair of small arms draw into a tight embrace.

“It’s okay, Mommy. I’m okay,” Katie reassured her mother.

Kim looked deep into Katie’s eyes, then clutched her baby girl to her breast. She was on the verge of tears but also overcome with a powerful sense of pride and love. Then, just as they had a few minutes earlier when Emily needed it, the whole group came together, joining Kim and Katie in their shared embrace. Emily was first to join in, followed by Rachel. Cassidy and Deena exchanged a quick kiss and a knowing look before they too joined the group hug.

After they drifted apart, Rachel reached for her glass of wine, took a generous swallow, and surveyed the room. Kim was still holding Katie, gently rocking the little girl’s small body in her arms. Cassidy was arm in arm with Deena, the two lovebirds whispering back and forth and giggling, while Emily had excused herself to use the bathroom.

Rachel still had questions for Cassidy and Katie, but the group hug had stirred something in her. The loving six-way embrace had reawakened her arousal, which had been steadily simmering ever since her visit to the adult boutique and her encounter with Rikki. Now, she was barely able to contain her lust. The heat was rising inside, and Rachel knew that it needed to be released soon.

***

Part 2 – Exposure

On her way back from the bathroom, Emily took a quick detour through the kitchen to grab another soda from the refrigerator. She popped the top of the can and took a quick sip of the sugary contents, enjoying the feel of the bubbles as she swallowed the cool liquid.

As she was coming back into the living room, a huge clap of thunder exploded in the sky outside, causing the eight-year-old to start violently. In the process, Emily spilled a fair amount of cola down the front of her nightie.

“Oh, no!” Emily cried, looking down at the dark stain.

Rachel realized in an instant that her little girl’s favorite nightie would be ruined unless she acted quickly. Hastening over to Emily’s side, she said, “Raise your arms, sweetie.”

The girl obeyed and Rachel pulled the sodden garment up and off, leaving Emily in her panties. She then took the nightie to the laundry room just off the side of the kitchen, treated the stain and put it into the washing machine, along with the contents of the laundry hamper.

Making her way back to the living room, Rachel was greeted by an amazing sight. Emily was twirling around and giggling with Katie, who was also stripped down to her panties. The other women were watching the pair of little girls with bemused expressions, but Rachel could also see desire in their eyes.

“What’s going on here?” she asked, trying to appear more relaxed than she felt. My God, she mused to herself, It’s really happening. 

“Hi, Auntie Rachel,” Katie cooed. “I didn’t want Emily to feel weird ‘cause she’s only got her underpants on, so I took my nightie off, too!” She seized her cousin by the waist, and the two little ones began to caper again.

As Rachel watched the girls, the heat she’d already been feeling inside grew even more intense. Glancing over at Deena and Cassidy, she saw that they, too, were eagerly watching the girls.

“Hmmm… I guess this pajama party is turning into more of an underwear affair.” Rachel said.

All eyes had turned to her as she spoke, so everybody was watching what Rachel did next. She quickly undid the tie on the front of her pajama pants and, with a small shimmy of her hips, let the garment slip to the floor. Her top was long enough that her modesty was still intact, but Rachel quickly unbuttoned it. Then, with one fluid motion she pulled the front of her pajamas open and shrugged the top from her shoulders. It fell to the floor, next to her already discarded bottoms.

There was an immediate intake of breath and a surprised gasp or two as the others saw what Rachel had selected to wear underneath. It had been a part of her plan all along to wow the group with her sexy lingerie, and their response was exactly what she’d hoped for.

Rachel was wearing what could only be described as “next to nothing.” Her bra was little more than two tiny triangles held together by thin silken strips that were tied around her neck and back, much like a bikini top. Her nipples were plainly visible through the sheer, black fabric. The thong panties, much like her bra, were more of a suggestion than a real piece of clothing, a single wedge of the same silky material barely covering her most intimate area.

Rachel did a quick turn to let the others see the thin floss-like back of her panties, drawing a round of audible gasps as they saw just how much of her curvy ass was exposed.

“Oh, my God!” Kim exclaimed out loud, the heat inside her own body starting to rise. She’d only just begun to think of her sister as a sexual being, so seeing Rachel dressed in something so provocative was still a delicious surprise. She felt a flutter in her belly and a small twinge of warmth between her thighs, causing her to jump up onto her knees from where she’d been sitting on the floor. Her hands were restless, charged with the need to reach out for her sister, to caress that beautiful body.

“So, do you like what you see?” Rachel asked the room, though it was easy enough to tell that they did. She made eye contact with Deena who swallowed hard, then said, “Absolutely gorgeous.”

Rachel then turned to Emily and Katie, openly displaying her body to the girls. “How about you two? What do you think?”

Katie was at a loss for words. When her mind was connected to Cassidy’s, she’d been able to feel the strong emotions of lust emanating from her aunt and the other women, but now she could feel those same feelings welling up inside herself. It wasn’t a feeling she was used to, so it was a little scary, but also exciting, and Katie couldn’t help but giggle.

Emily, on the other hand, had been struggling with strange, unexpected thoughts about her mother and aunt ever since she’d seen them having sex with Cassidy and Deena. At that moment, the eight-year-old did the only thing she could. Hurrying over to wrap both arms around Rachel’s waist, Emily buried her face in the soft warmth of her mother’s tummy.

Rachel was already extremely aroused, but when she felt Emily’s nearly-bare, little body pressing into hers, the effect was electrifying. Jesus Chist, she thought, I’m about to leave a huge wet spot on these panties. She looked down to see Emily gazing up at her with adoring eyes. “You’re so pretty, Mommy,” Emily whispered.

A sudden urge to make love to her little girl right then and there came on so strongly that it nearly stole Rachel’s breath away. Kneeling down and hugging her daughter tightly, she murmured, “Not as pretty as you, my love.”

After a long, lovely moment, Rachel and Emily broke their hug and exchanged huge smiles, then turned to look back at the others. “Okay,” Rachel said, rising to her feet, putting herself on display again, “who’s next?”

The three women all looked at each other with sheepish grins. The original plan had been for the four of them to gradually get naked as the evening progressed, in a manner that would seem naturally playful, so as not to scare the girls off. But now, after Emily’s fortunate accident, Katie’s willingness to join her cousin and Rachel’s bold reveal, it seemed as though the timetable the women had set the night before was accelerating more quickly than they had anticipated. Not that anyone minded.

Deena was about to suggest a round of Rock, Scissors, Paper to decide who would strip down next when Cassidy reached over and seized the hem of Deena’s t-shirt, pulling it up and over her head. Deena instinctively covered herself with her arms, but upon hearing Cassidy giggle, she immediately went on the counter-offensive.

Cassidy screamed with laughter as Deena’s hands found the waistband of the sleep shorts she was wearing and started to tug them past her hips and down her shapely legs, fighting back as best she could.

The two lovers continued their wrestling match as the others, the girls included, cheered them on and shouted words of encouragement. Deena, being the stronger of the two and having actual experience in hand-to-hand fighting, was easily able to dominate her lover, and in her enthusiasm ended up ripping the thin tank top that Cassidy was wearing off her body and tossing it to the corner of the room. With that, she jumped to her feet to claim victory, soaking up applause from the adoring crowd.

But while Deena was distracted, Cassidy quickly reached up and yanked down the pajama pants Deena was wearing, revealing lacy pink panties underneath. Deena could have stopped her, but chose to let Cassidy continue until those pajama bottoms ringed her ankles. Stepping out of the puddle of plaid fabric, Deena picked them up with her toes, then with a flick of her foot, sent them over to the corner to join Cassidy’s tank top. She then reached down to haul Cassidy up to her feet and into her arms. The two lovers exchanged a very passionate kiss while the sounds of more cheering filled their ears.

After they broke their kiss, Cassidy and Deena turned to face the others, putting themselves on display just like Rachel had, and for an equally appreciative audience. Cassidy was wearing a very simple yet incredibly sexy bra and panty set in a pale blue color. The bra pushed Cassidy’s breasts together and up, causing them to seem larger than their already impressive size. The front panel of her panties was snug enough to show a tight outline of her labia, the back covered her shapely ass while showing it off to superb effect.

Deena was wearing a matched set as well, the bra also cut to accentuate her breasts. These pieces were crafted from light pink silk and trimmed with lace. The cups of the bra and the front of the panties had an intricate brocade made from the same gossamer material.

“Absolutely gorgeous,” Rachel murmured, echoing what Deena had said only a few minutes earlier.

Deena then noticed that Katie was looking at her with an intensity she’d never seen the girl convey before. As she locked eyes with the child, an enticing thought formed in her mind. She might only be six years old, but that looks an awful lot like desire in those pretty eyes. For the first time in her life, Deena longed for Cassidy’s ability to know what someone else was feeling, if only for a moment, so that she could tell if her suspicion about Katie was real. Her heart began to thump wildly at the prospect.

Feeling giddy from the sexual energy in the air, Cassidy began to perform a series of dance moves and sexy poses. All the women, and especially the girls, were enraptured by the sight, and she made the most of their attention.

As she finished her dance with a graceful flourish, Cassidy noticed that Rachel was gently massaging herself through the front of her panties. Feeling mischievous, she mimicked the woman’s motions, then decided to take it one step further. Cassidy pressed her index finger into the divot of her camel toe, then rubbed up and down the length of her slit a few times, causing a small patch of wetness to form on the thin, silky material of her panties.

Slowly raising that finger to her lips, Cassidy sucked it into her mouth. She swirled it around a bit then removed it, now glistening with saliva, and pointed at Kim. “Your turn,” she said.

Kim quickly popped up to her feet. Watching the girls dance around in their panties, followed by the other ladies stripping down to their sexy underthings, had turned her on much more than she would’ve thought possible, and watching Cassidy tease herself had only stoked the fire she felt inside. Now, it was Kim’s turn to undress, and the prospect of doing so with everyone watching, especially Katie and Emily, excited her beyond belief.

Kim had only recently discovered that she was an exhibitionist at heart. She still wasn’t sure if that was Cassidy’s doing or something that had always been inside her, but either way she was eager to show her body off to this audience of beautiful, sexy, highly desirable women and little girls.

Slowly unbuttoning her top, Kim let the two sides hang limply over her breasts, then reached down to pull on one of the satin strands at her waist, undoing the small bow and letting the bottom half of her silk pajamas fall down around her ankles. She then turned her back to the group and, with her ankles crossed, bent over to reveal her thong. She reached back and grasped her smooth, milky-white buttocks, pulling the cheeks apart and pushing them together in a slow, steady rhythm.

“Holy fuck,” Cassidy whispered under her breath. The sight of Kim massaging her ass and the teardrop-shaped outline of her panty-covered vulva was too much. Cassidy felt the wet spot in her own panties growing.

Kim stood back up and turned around, letting her pajama top fall away in the process, then reached up and pinched her nipples through the thin satin of her bra, causing them to instantly harden. As her audience stared in awe, she massaged her breasts just like she had her ass, pressing the soft globes together and squeezing tightly.

Rachel, Deena and Cassidy were dazzled by the erotic display — not just because of what Kim was doing, but what she was wearing. The cut of her lingerie was revealing, but nothing too out of the ordinary. What caused it to stand out was that each cup of the bra and the front panel of the panties had at least a dozen small pearls sewn into their intricate design. Cassidy was sure that the set had been custom made, and was easily worth a few thousand dollars, at least.

Kim gazed hungrily at Cassidy and gave her a sexy wink. Then she crossed to where Katie was standing, the girl’s eyes wide, taking in the beautiful sight of her sexy mommy. Kim knelt in front of her daughter, cupping her breasts with her hands, before letting them slowly wander down her nearly-naked body. “What do you think, baby girl?” Kim asked, as her hands inched down even further, coming tantalizingly close to her pearl-encrusted treasure.

Katie, overwhelmed by all the new thoughts and feelings flooding her mind, leaned into her mother, wrapping both arms around the woman’s neck. Resting her cheek on Kim’s shoulder, she sighed, “Oh, Mommy.” It was all the little girl could manage.

On to Chapter Eleven!

Note from JetBoy: It’s been about eight months since the last chapter of this story has appeared, for which I am partially to blame for — well, for taking on too many story projects for Juicy Secrets. Thanks to Sunnybunny for her patience.

As usual, we ask that if you have yet to read this story, please go to Chapter One and start there, otherwise, you’ll be completely at sea. If you have been following the story, visit the Chapter Links for a handy summing-up of the plot to get yourself up to speed.

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By Sunnybunny

Before heading for the library, Heather and Angie made a pit stop back at the motel room — to drop off the gun, and for Heather to slip on her best pair of sneakers. Angie lingered in the doorway while Heather puttered around, turning things over and kicking them around in her hunt for footwear and a suitable place to stash the weapon. One of her greatest fears was that Walter might let himself in while she was away to turn the room over and, in the process, discover something that might incriminate her. A pair of girl’s panties was one thing. A paper bag with a gun inside was something else entirely.

At first, she stowed it under the bed, far back as she could push it without crawling underneath, but quickly decided against that location. Suppose he wants to vacuum? she asked herself, and that was all it took to set her paranoia off again. Heather sprawled out on her belly and fished the bag out again.

Where then? Where would it be safe? What place was secure?

A stroke of inspiration found Heather stuffing the thing into her top drawer, the one with her panties packed away inside. She would wager that gentlemanly old Walter would sooner have a heart attack than peruse a woman’s ‘unmentionables’.

That settled, Heather stooped down to lace up her Nikes, glancing up Angie framed in the doorway, the handlebars of her bike still firmly in hand. She looked guarded — wary, even. As if the entrance to her room had transformed into a hungry, gaping maw that threatened to swallow the girl whole.

Heather recalled a time when Angie would have invited herself in, skipping across the hideous carpet with hands locked behind her back and humming a tune, just as home here as she was anywhere else. This was where Angie had first propositioned her. She remembered how spirited the girl had been in those earlier days — bold, flirtatious and so damn sexy.

Heather was still amazed that her heart had been stolen so easily… and by a ten-year-old girl! Angie had driven her mad with lust and uncertainty, leaving Heather afraid of what would happen if she gave in to her desires… terrified of what would become of her if she didn’t.

That was then. Now, Angie seemed like a different person. So cold and withdrawn standing next to her bicycle in the waning sunlight. More than anything, though, she looked tired — so very tired. Heather ached to reach out to her, envelope the child in a warm, maternal embrace. It wasn’t even about sex anymore. She wanted to offer comfort, to let the most important person in her life see that everything wasn’t falling apart around her — and even if it was, Heather would be her shelter against that storm.

I’d gladly take her burden on if she’d let me, Heather told herself. She’d endure the heartache, the feelings of loss and abandonment. She would stroll through that particular hell barefoot if it meant Angie Lawrence would smile again.

Instead, the child turned and walked away without a word, locking the door behind her. After a moment’s hesitation, Heather followed. Angie’s got the right idea… it’s best to do this on foot. 

Destroyed decades earlier in a fire, the library stood in the middle of the deserted town square as a blackened ruin, foreshadowing the fate that was to eventually befall the rest of the businesses in Oasis. A car pulling into the weed-choked parking lot might rouse suspicion, perhaps even draw the sheriff out to ask complicated questions that Heather had no easy answers for. On foot, the cover of the settling darkness would conceal their entrance and exit.

Angie and Heather traversed the dusty road side by side, the only sound between them the rhythmic tic-tic-tic of the beads fixed into the spokes of the girl’s bicycle tires. Heather found the silence oppressive. Every few feet, words would brim up in her throat and she would turn to speak to Angie, but they went unvoiced every time. Angie even looked up occasionally, sensing the woman’s need to fill the void between them. Perhaps ‘sensing’ was the wrong term for it. ‘Fearing’ was more apt, as the ten-year-old seemed genuinely relieved each time Heather looked away without uttering a sound.

The library loomed ahead, rising over the hill before them in its gloomiest of colors against the inky backdrop of the night sky. The base was wreathed in a grey skirt of sand. The few windows that hadn’t been broken were caked over with grit and grime. Entire sections of the structure had collapsed away, creating gothic spires out of the support struts within, making it look for all the world like a medieval fortress rising from the ground.

Heather had driven past the landmark a few times, but never spared more than a passing glance since the first time she encountered it. Now it brought back memories of her adolescence and Saturday morning cartoons featuring She-Ra and the monstrous Castle Grayskull. The front steps leading up to the smashed-in front doors even resembled a yawning skeletal mouth, full of splintered teeth and oblivion.

She paused to stare up at the place, gooseflesh prickling up along her arms so savagely that she was compelled to massage it away. Angie, unaffected by the spooky surroundings, dumped her bike in the shadows of a dune and marched up the stairs as if on her way to a boring class, her flip flops smacking against the undersides of her feet with each step.

Shaking her head to clear it, Heather followed quickly, having to practically crawl in after the child. They ducked through the front window, then pushed aside tumbleweeds that had knotted up in the entrance, their shoes crunching sharply against shattered glass.

The inside was black as pitch, and Angie disappeared at once into the shadows, forcing Heather to navigate by sound and touch. She felt her way forward along a path narrowed by what must have been collapsed bookshelves or sections of ceiling and collapsed wall. Her fingers found the remains of old books all around. Heather tried to picture it: thousands of volumes, their charred covers torn apart then bloated up with water after the sprinklers made their valiant yet futile effort against the raging inferno.

Heather barked her shin on something solid, gritting her teeth in annoyance. “Angie!” She hissed. “Where the hell are–?”

She felt icy fingers close around her wrist.

Abandoning all pretense of stealth, Heather shrieked in terror. The cry was loud and sharp, and she half-expected a cloud of bats to come roaring out of the woodwork, like something out of an old horror movie.

“It’s just me!” Angie cried back. “You nearly gave–!” As if suddenly remembering where they were and what they were up to, she abruptly lowered her volume, whispering through the darkness. “You nearly gave me a heart attack!”

Heather was indignant. “Gave YOU the heart attack?!”

Rolling her eyes, Angie turned away without a word, vanishing once more into the inky blackness. Heather had no choice but to keep up with the girl as best she could.

“We have to crawl through this part,” she heard Angie whisper.

Getting down on all fours, Heather continued to follow, moving as cautiously as possible without falling too far behind. They seemed to be in some kind of tunnel made of debris, probably taken from the building itself. Had Angie cobbled all this together in her spare time?

Just then, she felt the tunnel widening around her, and soon emerged, rising to her feet just in time to see a flame flare to life in the middle of a small room. A pair of child’s hands were illuminated, cupping a match. They seemed to be disembodied, hovering across the room to a corner, where they took hold of an old lantern. The lit match was thrust inside, then the room was suffused in a warm radiance. Grasping the lamp by its handle, Angie carefully suspended it from a hook in the middle of the room, allowing Heather to take a proper look around.

They were now in what appeared to be an office, perhaps the one that had belonged to the head librarian. The desk was pushed to one end of the room, its space now occupied by a narrow cot. An overturned milk crate served as a makeshift nightstand where a small stack of singed paperbacks teetered. Empty drink and food containers littered the floor beside the bed, hinting that this was not a new hideout for Angie, but an often-used place of refuge.

“This is where I go to be by myself,” Angie said as if reading Heather’s thoughts. She dropped heavily onto the cot, sending up a cloud of settled dust. Its canvas was army green and stretched taut between two rickety bars, rising scarcely two feet up from the filthy floor. She took up the pillow and blanket, wadding them up together to hug into her middle as she continued. “I tell my dad I’m sleeping over at whoever’s house and I’ll just… come here.” She stepped out of her flip-flops, raising up on the tips of her toes. Even in the low light, Heather could see that the bottoms of the girl’s feet were dirty. “I like to read. Or draw. Sometimes I paint, too.” She nodded toward the adjacent wall.

Heather followed Angie’s gaze to discover a row of drawings, tacked into the wood. She stepped closer, studying them, noting right away that the art steadily improved as one looked left to right. One side was dominated by stick figures and shaky lettering explaining that this particular blob of red was a ‘Lion’ and that scribble was a ‘Sheep’.

Moving down the row, Heather allowed her fingertips to lightly graze the dried and dusty paint, marveling at what she saw in each new page. Angie was still learning, finding her own voice and coaxing it out and onto paper. The ones at the end were figure studies, nude men, and women in various stretches.

“Angie,” Heather breathed. “These are so good. I didn’t know you were an artist.”

The child sniffed at that, turning away. She seemed to be feigning disdain, but Heather could sense a hint of color rising to her cheeks. “They… aren’t that good. That’s not why I brought you here, anyhow.” She fell silent for a moment, then unfurled her arm from the mess of bedding to point into a dark corner of the room. “Your money… it’s in the trunk.”

Heather peered in the direction Angie had indicated. Reaching up to take the lantern down from its hook, she inched closer. There it sat — a steamer trunk, big as a small sofa. Thick iron bands were wrapped around its lid, coming together where a padlock could be fixed into place. It was the sort of luggage one expected to see accompanying a globetrotting adventurer, covered with travel labels of exotic locations, from Brazil to Baghdad.

She laid her hands flat against the top, pausing to notice the age of the wood and flecks of rust along the metal before heaving the heavy lid up, the ancient hinges shrieking in protest. Inside were blankets, piles of books, packages of snacks, and more. She began to rifle through the trunk, excavating its contents. First, the blankets, then whatever came to hand — a huge volume on international travel, a large plastic bag filled with candy bars, a stack of old Mad and Cracked magazines, sketching pads, art books. She laid each item to one side, stirring up clouds of dust from the filthy floor.

Heather finally spied it, nestled in the bottom of the crate.

She’d been anticipating this for what seemed like ages — the moment when she finally got her hands back on the money she’d stolen. She tore at the clasp, opened the mouth of the satchel and stared down at the pile of still-banded bills. Multiple Benjamin Franklins looked past her, looking a hell of a lot calmer than she felt. Heather paused, waiting for the wash of elation that was sure to come. She had the money. It was hers once more.

Seconds ticked by. Heather knelt before the trunk with both hands buried in the stacks of bills and felt… nothing.

She’d spent so much time speculating and investigating, keeping her ear to the ground while toiling away at the café, hoping against hope that someone might slip some key piece of information or a lead to the whereabouts of her money. Perhaps it would be a trivial bit of gossip, shared in passing without a second thought, that would lead to a bigger break in the case. She’d imagined carrying out a daring rescue of the stolen bag, a harrowing saga worthy of a Lara Croft or Indiana Jones.

Instead, the satchel had simply been secreted away in the closet of a mobile home — and from there to the bottom of an old steamer trunk that looked like it had been salvaged from an abandoned farmhouse. The whole thing stank of anticlimax — was that why could hardly muster up a smile?

Heather carefully closed the clasp of the satchel, then lifted it out of the trunk. She cradled it in both arms, thinking that perhaps the weight of the thing would make it seem more real, giving her that euphoria she’d spent so long yearning for. It didn’t happen, though. Nothing but an empty, hollow feeling.

With a long sigh of despair, Heather slowly sank down until she was seated on the floor. She rested the bag between her knees, fingers toying with the shiny metallic clasps that locked the whole thing up at the front. “Thank you, Angie,” she said at last. Tears stung at her eyes. “I appreciate everything that you have d-done for me. It means more than — than I could ever say.” The words grew thicker, spilling clumsily from the lips until Heather was struggling to speak through her sobs.

Angie had drawn her skinny legs up into the cot, head pressed firmly into the pillow poised on her raised knees. Her shoulders trembled with the effort to contain her own weeping. She shrank back into the dark recesses of the bedding, a curtain of shadows there to absorb her.

Heather needed to explain, fought hard to get the words out — but it was no use. The pain demanded to make itself known, and would run its course before the night was done.

She’d been a fool; Heather knew that now. A hard truth was brimming up from within, desperate to be free, and there she was, unable to find the words to express what she’d felt all along.

Since the day she first met Angie Lawrence, it felt as if some inexplicable force was thrusting them together, intertwining their fates. Maven must have known it, could sense some residual power between the woman and the child. She saw its strength, spoke to Heather without fully comprehending the breadth of it. She didn’t have to and still, Maven understood it better than the youth was ready to admit at the time. Well, Heather understood it now.

Collecting herself, she crawled over to the edge of the cot. Angie was just a flicker of color now, an outline of clothing and wild hair against the gloom. Heather reached across the bed, searching out Angie’s hand. She found it; gave it a squeeze.

“Come with me.”

Hesitation. “Come where?” She seemed suspicious, perhaps fearing that Heather was just trying to lure her back to the motel for a quick fuck.

“Angie, come with me.” She added emphasis, an urgency to each word. “Let’s leave this town. Together.”

The girl shook her head, almost violently. “Don’t fuck with me,” she pleaded. The words were stern, but the voice was that of a child, one who had endured far too many empty promises. “Heather, please. Don’t. Don’t ask me that unless you really–”

Heather cut her off in mid-sentence. “Language, Angie.”

The child balked, stunned into silence… then she broke into a fit of laughter.

To Heather, the merry, half-hysterical sound of Angie’s mirth seemed like a living thing. It flooded the room, climbed the walls, and swirled around the light of the lantern, feeding the flame, somehow making the very room brighter. A whirlwind of emotion that the space couldn’t fully contain, it spilled out into the rest of the library, echoing into a chorus of Angies.

Heather was caught completely off guard as Angie suddenly lunged out of the darkness to seize her around the waist, shoving her back onto the cot. The satchel was knocked from her lap, tumbling to the floor, and its latch gave way with a snap, the wads of bills spilling out on the dirty floor.

Heather barely noticed. In place of the bag was Angie, cradled in Heather’s open arms, the most precious thing in the world. She marveled at how right, how perfect the ten-year-old felt against her, their arms and legs fiercely, yet lovingly entwined.

Their lips came together an instant later in a bruising kiss, tongues meeting in a heated dance. Heather’s fingers found Angie’s hair, snaking up to take in great handfuls of the sun-bleached tresses. The only sound was that of their mouths, still working passionately.

The cot was scarcely large enough to sleep on, much less have sex. Fuck it, Heather told herself. We’ll manage. They laid on their sides, face to face, still embroiled in kisses while their hands roamed. Angie tugged Heather’s shirt up, bunching it beneath the woman’s armpits and exposing her bare breasts. She cupped them with both hands, fondling the creamy globes until Heather’s nipples were taut and rosy from the attention.

All but blinded by lust, Heather was frustrated when she reached under Angie’s skirt to find that the girl was wearing shorts underneath. She craved Angie’s naked flesh, ached to feel it burning against her own skin. With a grunt of effort, she tugged the shorts down her hips, heaving and shifting about on the narrow cot as she coaxed them down to Angie’s feet, finally pulling them off completely.

At last, here was the nakedness she so desperately craved. The softness of the preteen’s bottom was electrifying, spurring Heather to trail a finger through the cleft in between. The girl’s buttocks parted easily for her, and Heather found herself pressing the flat of her finger against the small pucker of Angie’s anus.

The touch was light, just a tease… yet it made the child shiver against her. “T-that feels weird,” Angie stammered, but with an edge of excitement tinging each word. Heather had always enjoyed giving and receiving anal pleasure, and the notion that this preteen sexpot could be a little butt slut thrilled her no end.

“You mean nobody has ever played with you back here?” Heather asked, breath hot against Angie’s quivering lips as she lightly caressed the girl’s rosebud.

Angie answered with a shake of her head. “N-not like this. Don’t stop. I th-think I like it.”

As exciting as the prospect was, Heather knew that it was best to exercise restraint. They were without lubricant, after all, and anal play was something one is eased into. Still, she continued to stroke Angie’s rectum, increasing the pressure of her fingertip against that little button with every pass. Each time the girl shivered, an occasional soft cry escaping her lips.

“Oh, Heather…” Angie whimpered, “Oh, Heather, please yes…”

Seeking entry, Heather pushed inward, thrilled to feel the muscle of Angie’s anus relax, then part slightly, allowing her to slip inside her lover’s rectum. She felt her young lover’s body tense, gripping her finger like a hot, slippery vice.

“Shit,” Angie said, the word coming out as a hiss through gritted teeth. “Shit… oh, fuck!” Heather was startled, yet thrilled, to realize that her young lover had enjoyed a small orgasm from the anal stimulation. “I had no idea that you could… I had no idea it could b-be like…” Angie stammered. She was breathless and at a loss for words, looking flustered and overheated in her bunched-up clothing. Then, with a shaky grin, she reached for Heather.

Her affection was more urgent now. Angie’s orgasm had only served as a preview, a teaser before the main feature, and the girl was already ravenous for more. She thrust a hand into Heather’s shorts, down far enough to cover and caress the front of her older lover’s panties. Longing for greater access, Angie struggled to slip her fingers beneath the soft, damp cotton to reach Heather’s treasure, but she was still recovering from her own orgasm, and that made her clumsy.

Heather, just as eager to be touched as Angie was to touch her, placed a hand on the girl’s arm. “Hold on, babe,” she said. Briefly turning aside, she shimmied her shorts and panties down, carelessly kicking them away before seizing Angie’s hand, eagerly guiding the ten-year-old’s fingers home. “There…”

They converged in a lustful frenzy, each stimulating the sex of the other in the close confines of the narrow cot. After hacking their way through such intense, warring emotions, the woman and her child lover craved sweet release, each at the hands of the other. They whispered words of devotion, of love as they played, pausing only at the height of their shared pleasure.

Heather’s mouth ached from kissing, yet she was loath to stop. She craved more, wanting to drink every drop of sweet ambrosia this luscious child had to offer. There was time now, Heather knew. Now they had all the time in the world. For the first time in what seemed like ages, she was thinking about her future. A future with Angie.

Once they left Oasis, the money would be more than enough to clean the slate for them both. Once they found a proper, discreet place to settle down, they could live, really live. Of course, they would need to keep up appearances as mother and daughter for a time, or perhaps aunt and niece. She’d get Angie enrolled into a new school, then find herself a job. They would embrace their identities as average citizens, participating in bake sales, cheerleading, and the PTA, Girl Scouts, and block parties.

Behind closed doors, though, it would be a very different tale. Their love would continue to grow and flourish.

Heather and Angie left the library soon after, mutually satisfied. The silence between them on the way back was different than before. Their minds were on possibilities instead of fear. They went hand in hand the whole way, bold in the cover of darkness.

The plan was to leave right away. As soon as they returned, Heather would pack her bags. She would leave Walter a brief note of farewell stuffed through the ring of the room key, along with a generous tip. It pained her to leave without a proper goodbye, but given the circumstances, it wasn’t feasible. No, to delay their departure any further would be tempting fate. Heather glanced sidelong at Angie — a head shorter with her wild mane of hair lifting gently in the breeze, still a bit flushed from their lovemaking — she couldn’t bear to wait a moment longer than necessary before stealing her away, escaping to a new life as lovers.

Pausing at the trunk of her car, Heather dumped the bag of money inside before heading inside with Angie to collect her things. She was so lost in the moment, so totally absorbed in her own happiness, that she failed to realize that the door was slightly ajar… the door she’d locked just before leaving.

She only released Angie’s hand after stepping into the room, smiling at the child before tearing open the dresser drawers, taking out huge handfuls of her clothes, and stuffing them helter-skelter into her suitcase. She fleetingly recalled Angie saying that she had to pee before they left. Heather felt her lover cross the room, turn the knob on the bathroom door… and then time came screeching to an abrupt halt.

Heather stared down into the top right-hand drawer of the dresser, her heart pounding frantically. Before she left for the library with Angie, Heather had buried the bag with the gun at the bottom of the drawer, beneath a pile of her underwear. Now she saw the paper bag on top — open, and completely empty.

Had she misplaced it? Did it fall out of the bag somehow? She carefully felt around the bottom of the drawer, but without success. Anxiety followed a beat later, and when fear arrived to consume her, it came in the form of Travis Lawrence.

He was standing in the frame of the bathroom door, still dressed in greasy mechanics coveralls, his name sewn in cursive over the breast pocket. The front was unfastened down the middle, nearly to his groin, a pink expanse of belly spilling out over the zipper.

He might have been handsome at some point, back when he and Angie’s mom were an item, but time, drink, and bitterness had taken their toll. His dark hair, once thick and wavy, had receded dramatically, like a dark tide retreating from a white shore. His cheeks were ruddy, unshaven, and tanned to a hard leather. He had one beefy arm looped around Angie’s shoulder, hugging her tightly to his side. It was a lazy, almost friendly gesture — at least until one noted the fierceness with which his fingers dug into his daughter’s neck.

“Well, well,” Travis Lawrence drawled. “So, this is where she’s been sneakin’ off to at all hours of the night.” His other hand leveled the handgun at Heather until the barrel was even with her forehead.

Right between the eyes…

His mouth twisted into a cruel sneer, a warp of chapped lips and crooked teeth. He released Angie, but only long enough to fish around in the pocket of his coveralls. Finding the prize he sought, Travis tossed a wad of fabric at Heather’s feet.

She took an involuntary step back, looking from the item to the gun. Like a midnight orchid, the panties Angie had given her slowly bloomed onto the carpet.

Dryly, Travis said, “Reckon we got a few things to discuss.”

On to Chapter Sixteen!

Note from JetBoy: It’s always a joy to receive a new story from site friend No One… especially when it follows on from a previous gem of his. If you have yet to read the original “Idol” please pay that excellent story a visit before delving into this sequel.

 

By No One

“Then on the week of March 2, there’s Baltimore, Philadelphia, Pittsburgh, Columbus, Cincinnati, Louisville, Indianapolis…” Matthew was rattling off upcoming tour dates.

Shana was only halfway paying attention. It didn’t matter much to her where she played, as long as she was in front of an enthusiastic crowd. She’d gone from being the opening act in small clubs to filling stadiums all over the world, and as long as she felt that connection between herself and the audience, Shana was happy. That said, of course, having a huge crowd chanting her name beat the hell out of scattered applause at open mic nights.

“…Minneapolis, Fargo, and then we have an off day. I believe you requested that specifically,” her assistant finished.

“Yeah. After two weeks of non-stop shows every day, it’ll be good to have a little break.” Of course, she had a much better reason for wanting time off in Zoe’s hometown, but that was none of Matthew’s business.

There was a knock at the door, and Matthew went to get it, saying, “That would be Mr. Roberts with the contract.”

Indeed, as soon as he opened the door, the lawyer walked in as if he owned the place. “Shana! How you doin’, superstar?” he said in his thick New York accent.

“Pretty good, Jim. How are you?”

“Yeah, yeah, never better. Got that record contract with PDR for you right here.” He patted his briefcase.

“Good. Everything in order, then?”

“Sure, sure. No problem at all with the text. Just, um…” he hesitated.

“Yes?”

“Well, you sure you wanna stick with these guys? I know you’re sick of hearin’ me say it, but  you could get a helluva better deal with one of the bigger labels.”

Shana chuckled. “Oh, probably. But they’ve been good to me over the years, I’m fine with sharing the success with them. I don’t need all the money in the world.”

Roberts scoffed at that and gave her a look as if she was crazy, but finally shrugged.

Lawyers, Shana thought. “And anyway, you can’t get a much cooler label name than Pink Dragon Records.”

As she signed the numerous pages that needed her approval, she asked, “Anything else for today, Matthew?”

“There’s the matter of the Wilkinson Children’s Hospital, whose renovation fund you largely contributed to last year, if you recall…?”

“Oh, yeah. What happened with that, anyway?”

“The work is under way, but it seems that, due to some unforeseen expenses, there is a shortfall in the finances of around”—Matthew consulted his notes—”$60,000. They apologize profusely, but ask if you could perhaps—”

“Yeah, yeah, sure.” Shana waved the details away. “Give ‘em what they need. Make it, like, 75K to be sure.”

“Very well.”

Shana finished signing the last page, and handed the stack of papers to Roberts. “There. All done.”

“Great, great,” the lawyer said. “Now, second order of business: this lawsuit from your mother. I think we reached a pretty good agreement there. Settlement of 100K, then boom, all done. You never have to hear her name again.”

Shana turned an icy stare on the man. “That’s not what I asked you to do. You need to tell her to fuck off. In legal terms. There is no settlement, I’m not giving her a dime.”

Roberts winced. “Shana, c’mon, you’re killing me here. This is a good deal. And her claim has some merit. She did help to launch your career, representing you and such, all without official remuneration. And… this is peanuts to you. I literally just watched you give over nearly as much like it was nothing.”

“That was for charity.” Shana took a deep breath. “ ’Helped launch my career.’ Let me tell you about her so-called help.

“This is back when I’d recorded my first demo, such as it was, on an old-ass boombox, right? One day, Mom comes up to me and says, ‘I’ve got you a record deal!’ I’m all excited, of course, and we go to this producer’s office. Shitty-looking place. Before I go in, she tells me, ‘Now, you do everything this man tells you to do, and we’ll be set. Think about the career you’ll have, the money we’ll make. That’s worth sucking a cock or two, right?’ That’s what her ‘help’ is like. Trying to whore me out. I was 16.”

“Jesus,” Roberts said simply.

“Yeah. So I walked in, and it really didn’t take long for that pig to drop his pants. And… I considered it, I really did. A music career. All I’ve ever wanted. Here was my chance. But I thought… Nah. Fuck that—and not in the way he wants. I don’t need this kind of chance, I’ll make my own. And I gave him the finger, and walked out.

“Mom was furious. ‘After all, I’ve done for you’ and blah blah blah. Slapped the shit out of me. And you know what? The next fucking day, I get a call from Pink Dragon—who you want me to drop, right?—saying they were interested in my demo. My demo that I had sent them myself—I think I even paid the postage. They wanted to try recording a more professional demo and see what we could do together. No cocksucking involved. And that was the beginning of ‘Shana Belle.’

“So no, that fucking bitch didn’t help me with shit. At best, she paid for some music lessons, and she already got that money back a thousandfold when I was stupid enough to let her leech off me for a while after that. And she used that time to try to keep a good chunk of my earnings for herself. So please, go back and tell her to fuck off with her settlement. Prostitution of minors is still a crime, right? Maybe remind her of that story.”

The lawyer slowly nodded. “Yeah. That’s… that could be some good leverage. I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you.”

Roberts took his leave, and Shana let out a long sigh, rubbing her temples. “Are we done?” she asked Matthew.

The man looked at his notes, though Shana was pretty sure he knew every point of order by heart, and took a moment to clear his throat. “Well, there is one more… delicate matter.”

Shana grimaced. “Matthew, I don’t like it when you hesitate. That’s never a good sign.”  Her assistant was a very straightforward person, if a bit wordy. He only became tentative when he knew some news would piss her off.

“Yes, well, a certain”—he glanced at his clipboard—“Sandra Elmer has been trying to contact you. At first, I thought she was simply an obsessive fan and tried to turn her away, but I’m given to understand that you do know her…?”

Shana frowned in concentration. The name did sound familiar. Then an image popped in her mind: blonde girl, maybe 20, but could pass for younger with her petite, flat figure. Definitely Shana’s type.

“Oh. Right. Girl I met last year in… uh… Tampa?” Unfortunately, the girl had been utterly boring in bed. One of those who likes the idea of sleeping with a celebrity, but probably isn’t even all that into girls.

“Atlanta, I’m told.”

“I was pretty close. What about her?”

Again, there was a slight, foreboding hesitation. “Well, it seems that the young lady has fallen on hard times since then, and is strongly considering selling the story of your encounter to tabloids, unless you’d be inclined to provide her with some financial incentive.”

Shana stared as the words sank in. “She’s fucking blackmailing me?”

“That would appear to be the short of it.”

“What the fuck? Where does she get the nerve?” Shana bounced to her feet and began stomping back and forth in the living room. “The hell is she gonna tell them? That she was a celeb chaser who turned out to be a pathetically disappointing fuck? Wow, what a juicy story. What’s that garbage worth?”

Matthew consulted his notes. “The figure of $120,000 was mentioned.”

Shana came to an abrupt stop in front of the coffee table and gaped at Matthew incredulously. “One hundred and twenty fucking thousand? Where does she get off? That’s not ‘I’m broke, please help’ money, she’s looking for a fucking payday!” Shana eyed the glass table balefully, very tempted to flip it over, but trashing her apartment was not going to help matters. “She can fuck right off!”

Matthew nodded. “Shall I convey those feelings, then?”

Shana took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. Truth was, it wasn’t that much money to her, of course. She wouldn’t even notice it was gone. And it would easily avoid spreading rumors about her private life, her sexuality. But the manner in which Sandra was trying to force her hand made her livid. And who was to say the girl wouldn’t ask for more later on?

Gritting her teeth, Shana said, “Let me think about it.”

“Very well.”

She flopped down onto the sofa, laid her head against the back cushion, and closed her eyes. “Now, is there anything else?”

“No. That concludes today’s business.”

Shana sighed. The day had taken a very irritating turn. After a few seconds, she opened one eye, noticed that Matthew hadn’t moved an inch, and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Miss Belle, if I may…” he began, very uncharacteristically. He almost never offered personal opinions unless directly asked. “If you don’t wish to surrender to this blackmail, I’m fairly certain that this story wouldn’t impact your career in any significant way. One’s sexual orientation is a personal matter which has generally gained widespread acceptance. There will unfortunately always be bigots, but I dare say that no one who really matters will condemn you for the gender of your partners. It may even increase your popularity, because somehow people care about such personal details. In fact, you could be an example for—”

“I know!” Shana snapped, more forcefully than she’d intended, and immediately felt bad about it. “Sorry. You’re probably right. I just… My private life is just that. Private.” That was one reason, anyway. And it was true, she very much valued her privacy, but on a related tangent, she really didn’t want anyone to start scrutinizing her interactions with young fans based on her sexuality.

“That is also completely understandable,” Matthew said.

“Thank you, though. For caring.”

“Of course.” Matthew nodded. “Have a good evening, Miss Belle.”

“You too, Matthew. See you tomorrow.”

As her assistant walked out, she made a mental note to give him a raise. His advice hadn’t been entirely welcome, but she was touched that he’d tried. And Matthew was entirely indispensable to her business. She loved making music, but had no interest in all the details beyond the creative process. She’d go crazy if she didn’t have someone to whom she could say “make it happen,” and be assured that it would get done.

Shana sighed again and let herself fall sideways, stretching out on the couch. Talking about her mother always put her in a foul mood, and now this blackmail shit. Everyone wanted her money, her status. Rationally, she knew that she was living an extremely privileged life, but damn, sometimes it was lonely at the top. She’d liked to think that sharing intimacy with someone was a reprieve from that, but now it seemed it was just another way to get stabbed in the back.

She supposed she should count herself lucky that this was coming from someone as ordinary as Sandra. There might be some sensationalist headlines, but no one would really bat an eye at Shana sleeping with a woman just a few years younger than herself.

She had, of course, indulged herself with much more scandalous partners.

Shana had been about 10 when she realized she was a lesbian. She’d had a big crush on one of her classmates, obsessing over the girl for most of the school year. She never worked up the courage to do anything about it, but she sure loved the days when P.E. class was at the pool and she could admire the girl in her tight one-piece swimsuit—and while there were no curves or figure to speak of, Shana didn’t mind that at all.

As she matured into a teenager, though she was also attracted to other teen girls—and fooled around with a few—somehow her interest in the undeveloped bodies of younger girls never went away. She didn’t think about it much at the time. Sure, there were some little cuties out there, but she was content with the occasional glance, focusing her attention on girls her own age.

That all changed when she was 17, at a pool party a friend had organized. Now, that friend had a 12-year-old little sister who was very proud to show off her new bikini, one that was a tad skimpy for her age. Shana was immediately captivated by this skinny blonde girl just on the cusp of puberty, with a pert little ass and barely a hint of breasts. She tried to avoid staring, mindful of the other people around, but couldn’t keep her eyes off this vision of beauty. And the girl knew it, somehow, reveling in the attention from an older girl—even going so far as to brazenly brush up against Shana while in the pool, which drove her wild with desire.

As time went on, the crowd dwindled, until even Shana’s friend, the one who was supposed to be hosting the party, had left to go fool around with her boyfriend. She’d probably been told to watch over her little sister while her parents were away for the weekend—but then again, this was obviously a party that wasn’t supposed to be happening in the first place.

Whatever the reason, Shana found herself alone with the little vixen. She hadn’t really intended to do anything, but surely just a bit of flirting wouldn’t hurt. Little did she know how eager this girl was to explore her sexuality. Soon, they were making out, then the swimsuits flew off, and then it was far too late to stop. Teaching this sweet little thing about the joys of lesbian sex was at the time the most profoundly thrilling experience Shana had ever known, and she was instantly hooked.

As her career took off and her fan base grew, it became clear that there would be no end to the number of young female admirers who might be open to seduction. Shana tried to resist, she really did, and most of the time she succeeded. But sometimes, the temptation was simply too much to refuse. Some flawless young teen would give her that special tell-tale look… and just like that, Shana was lost. She wasn’t especially proud of the fact that there had been a number of these girls over the years, though each encounter had been exquisite.

Now any of them could end her career—hell, her life—with a word. Yes, she was damn lucky that it was only Sandra threatening her.

And of course, her craziest, most reckless lapse of good judgment—though easily the most thrilling—had been the day she’d spent sharing pleasure with little Zoe.

Shana smiled at the thought of the girl. She wished Zoe was with her right now. Maybe not even for sex. In her current melancholy mood, she’d love to just cuddle with the girl. Maybe rest her head in Zoe’s lap, instead of on a couch cushion.

She sighed heavily. How pathetic was it to long for comfort from a child?

Still, she reached out for her phone and took a look at her private communication app. Zoe wasn’t online. Maybe not home from school yet, though it was probably getting on to late afternoon where she was.

Shana sighed once more. In the absence of her underage lover—both physical and virtual—she closed her eyes and let her memories take over.

Even a year later, it hardly seemed real that she’d had sex with a 10-year-old. No, not even; Zoe had been only 9 at the time. Shana hadn’t really planned to try anything—though that seemed to be her perpetual excuse every time this crazy lust got the better of her. At the time, it had seemed like a fun idea, spending the day with a cute little girl, the winner of a contest from some magazine.

It had started off well enough, too, though the girl’s mom seemed like a boring housewife type, so Shana found an excuse to get rid of her. Then there was the impromptu moment when she blurted out an offer to go skinny-dipping, and that was when things started to get out of control.

Seeing the little girl naked inflamed Shana’s desire like nothing else, and Zoe herself was clearly not indifferent to the charms of an adult woman’s body, even if she might not have fully realized it. Shana found herself pushing the limits little by little, until finally… it happened.

God, what an experience that had been. Making love to this innocent little beauty had been such an unbelievable thrill, up there with the best concert of her life. Even now, Shana was getting wet thinking about it.

She normally made it clear to the young girls she fooled around with: this could only be a one-time thing. But with Zoe, she just couldn’t bear the thought of giving her up completely. So they’d made plans to stay in contact, and for the past year had been communicating regularly, with things getting heated on webcam quite a few times when Zoe had the privacy she needed.

Imagining the little girl touching herself, Shana found that her dark frame of mind had abated, leaving her in a mood for a bit of self-exploration. Maybe a long, hot bath with one of her waterproof sex toys was what she needed to feel better.

Making her way to the bathroom, she paused at the door for a last glance at her phone, and was delighted to see that Zoe had just come online.

Immediately changing plans, she quickly sent a message to the girl. Free to talk?

The swift reply came just a few seconds later: a kissy face emoji.

Shana grinned. Young Zoe had ripened into quite a naughty little thing. There was certainly something to be said for wide-eyed innocent girls, but the wicked ones could be lots of fun, too. It was difficult to decide which type she preferred, especially since one could so easily be transformed into the other.

Hastening to her bedroom, Shana pulled out her laptop. Their chat—and whatever it might lead to—demanded a bigger screen than her phone. She sent a video request, and soon Zoe appeared on the screen, sitting in a desk chair, looking as gorgeous as ever. It seemed as if the girl had just come out of the shower, because she was wearing a white bathrobe and her short strawberry-blond hair was still damp.

“Heeey, baby,” Shana said. “Nice to see you.”

Zoe’s grin was positively contagious. “You too! Missed you!”

“Missed you, too. How was your day?” It wasn’t the foremost thing on Shana’s mind at the moment, but she did make a point to take a genuine interest in Zoe’s life. She didn’t want to simply use the girl for her own perverse pleasure. Besides, Zoe was a fun kid even with her clothes on.

Still, Shana made no attempt to conceal her interest in that bathrobe, open just a smidge more than modesty would allow. Judging by Zoe’s knowing smile, the girl knew all too well how to tantalize Shana.

“Not bad,” Zoe said. “Kind of a boring day, I guess. Oh, we had P.E. as the last class, and I scored a point in basketball!”

“Nice! I was always terrible at that.”

Zoe smiled, then shrugged. “It was mostly luck, really. And then I was all sweaty, so I took a shower when I got home.”

“Yeah, I can see that. I like what you’re wearing.”

“I thought you would,” Zoe said, looking pretty pleased with herself.

So the little minx had worn the robe on purpose, huh? Shana liked where things were going. “And what’cha wearing under there?”

Flashing a saucy smile, Zoe ran a hand down the front of her bathrobe, opening it far enough to reveal that, at the very least, she wasn’t wearing a top.

Shana bit her lip, staring at what she could see of that delicious flat chest. Zoe had opened the robe just shy of showing her nipples. Damn, she was getting good at being a tease. “Mmmm. You’re so sexy,” Shana purred.

Zoe giggled, breaking the illusion of seductiveness. God, Shana loved that mix of innocence and naughtiness. “Why? I don’t even have any boobs to see.”

“Hey, I like that just fine.”

Zoe smirked. “Perv.”

Perv, huh? That was new. Was Zoe realizing more fully that Shana’s tastes were rather… unusual? She didn’t seem to mind, at least, judging by her expression.

“Who, me?” Shana pointed at herself in mock surprise, then shrugged. “Well, maybe a bit. Is that bad?”

Zoe grinned and shook her head.

“So…” Shana continued, “You all alone over there, baby?”

“Uh-huh. Mom went grocery shopping.”

“So there’d be nothing stopping you from taking that bathrobe off, huh?”

Another grin. Zoe reached for the collar of her bathrobe and it looked like she was about to do just what Shana wanted, but then she hesitated, her smile fading. “Um… I…” She trailed off, then took a deep breath. “I need to tell you something first.”

“What is it, sweetie?” This sudden change of mood worried Shana.

“Well, it’s… um…” Zoe bit her lip anxiously. “Promise you won’t be mad?”

Terror gripped Shana’s heart. No, no. Please. Not you too, Zoe. “Did you… tell someone? About us?”

The girl’s eyes widened. “Oh, no! No no no. I wouldn’t do that. I promised.”

Shana slowly let out the breath she’d been holding, absolute relief replacing near panic. “Oh, good. What is it, then? I won’t be mad.”

“Um… well, I kinda… fooled around with another girl.” Zoe stared into the camera, looking very nervous.

Shana blinked. That wasn’t anywhere close to what she’d expected. “Oh! Really? Okay, that’s… Well, that’s fine, sweetie. It’s normal to want to experiment,” she said as calmly as she could. Her head was spinning a little with the revelation. Zoe had pursued sex on her own. She wasn’t sure whether to be jealous or aroused. At least it wasn’t with a boy, she told herself.

“Really? You’re not mad?”

“No, baby. You don’t owe me… well, anything, really. It’s cool with me if you want to, um, explore on your own.”

They’d never discussed the boundaries of their relationship, such as it was. Shana herself certainly hadn’t been celibate for the past year. If Zoe wanted to experiment with new partners as well, that seemed healthy, even if Shana couldn’t quite suppress a teensy hint of jealousy. She knew that was unfair, though. If she could have had a normal relationship with Zoe, things might be different, but of course that was impossible. Best that the girl didn’t get too attached to her.

Shana was growing curious to know the details of this ‘fooling around’ Zoe had done. “So… who was it, then? Did you get Jen into bed?” she asked with a wink. Jen was Zoe’s best friend.

Zoe laughed and shook her head. “No, not Jen. I don’t think she’s… into that. No, her name is Stacy.”

Shana racked her brain for the name, but came up short. “Hmm, Stacy. Is that one of your friends? I don’t remember you mentioning her before.”

“No, she’s new at school. Just moved here last month.”

“Oooh, getting your hands on the new girl, huh?”

Zoe giggled. “Well, I didn’t mean to, not really.”

“Yeah? How’d it happen?”

“Well, we had a team assignment at school and she was all alone, so I asked if she wanted to partner up…”

Shana smiled. “That’s sweet of you.”

“It’s okay, too, ‘cause Jen can always team up with Nancy. Anyway, so I went to her house to work on the thing, right? And so like, we were sitting side by side on her bed and I kinda looked at her and thought that… well, she was really cute, y’know? And she looked at me, too, and… I dunno… it was like we both knew what the other was thinking. And then we… kinda kissed.”

Shana raised her eyebrows. “Wow. Kinda kissed, huh? Just like that?” It certainly wasn’t uncommon for women who were interested in each other to pass wordless signals between them like that. But two little girls? “So, wait… had she done stuff like that before?”

“Oh, ya. She had a friend where she came from, and they did dirty stuff all the time, she said.”

“Really? Damn…” Kids these days, Shana thought, growing increasingly aroused. “And she’s your age?”

“Ya… well, I think she’s 11,” said Zoe, who had a few months to go to reach that age. “Um, she has boobs,” she added.

Shana laughed. “Oh? Big ones?”

“Nah. Not like you. Just like… I dunno, half apples? But um… they’re pretty nice.” It was hard to tell through the video feed, but it looked like Zoe might be blushing.

“Mmm, I bet they are.” Shana imagined Zoe fondling the little girl’s budding breasts, feeling herself getting wetter. “What does she look like, other than her boobs?”

“Hmm, I guess she’s about my height, maybe a little taller. And… well, she’s Asian. And she has black hair, like…” Zoe gestured at around shoulder level, a little longer than her own locks. “She’s… well, she’s real pretty. I mean, not as much as you! But…”

Shana smiled. “It’s okay, sweetie. She does sound pretty hot. So… you two kissed, and you got to look at her tits?” she asked, assuming there was more to the story. Somehow, one of her hands had made its way between her legs as she pictured the scene.

“Oh, I did more than just look,” Zoe said slyly.

“Oooh. Do go on.”

“Um, I felt her up… and kissed her boobs, too.”

“Mmm-hmm. She like that?”

“Oh, ya. And then she did it to me, too.”

“Very nice. What else did you do, you dirty girls?” Shana asked, her voice thick with arousal.

Zoe gave her a look. “Us, dirty? What are you doing down there now?” She craned her neck as if that would change the angle of the camera and give her a better view.

“Guilty as charged. What can I say? You got me hot,” Shana said, pressing on the front of her jeans with her fingers.

“Let me see.”

“Now who’s being a perv?” Shana teased. “But, yeah, fair enough.”

Getting on her knees, she began to undo her pants, making sure to remain in the frame of the camera. She considered making a show out of stripping, but decided she was too eager to hear the rest of Zoe’s story, and simply got rid of all her clothes in the quickest way possible. Now naked, she lay on her side with her legs spread, putting her cunt in full view.

Gently stroking her sodden pussy, Shana purred at the jolt of pleasure she felt. “Mmmm. You’re right, much better this way.”

Zoe grinned, eyes fixed on Shana’s bare body.

“Now you’re the one wearing too much,” Shana pointed out.

Without hesitation, Zoe shrugged out of her bathrobe, confirming that she wasn’t wearing a stitch underneath. She quickly angled her camera downward a little bit to give Shana the full view, then lay back in her chair and spread her legs. This was far from the first time they’d gotten frisky like this, and Zoe had long since got past any shyness she felt about exposing herself.

Shana drank in the sight, slipping a finger into her pussy. The little girl’s angelic face; her undeveloped chest, still completely flat yet so alluring; her hairless sex, looking pure and chaste, now lewdly displayed… Shana was amazed all over again by how sexy Zoe was, how the little girl’s body seemed perfectly tailored to turn her on.

“Go on, then. You were about to tell me about the fun you had with Stacy,” Shana prompted.

“Yeah. Well, we got naked, and… we rubbed each other, and… Oh! She didn’t know about the tongue thing, though. You know… um, licking down there. Her pussy.”

“Oh, really? Did you teach her, then?”

“Uh-huh. She thought it was really weird… at first.” Zoe giggled.

Imagining the scene, Shana smiled, recalling how shocked Zoe herself had been when Shana went down on her for the first time. “And I bet you changed her mind, huh?”

“Oh, ya. She loved it once I started licking her. Even pushed her pussy in my face.”

“Mmmm. Yeah, I bet you blew her mind, didn’t you?” Shana was fingering herself furiously now, overwhelmed by visions of two little girls fucking each other. Her excitement only mounted when Zoe began playing with herself on screen.

“She came a lot,” Zoe said proudly. “Then she wanted to try it, too… and hey, she did pretty good! Not as good as you, but, y’know, not bad for a beginner.”

“Look at you, a pussy-licking expert now, huh?” Shana laughed, though it came out more as a wheeze due to her breath growing ragged. “Did she make you come?”

“Uh-huh.” Zoe was breathing harder now, too.

“That’s awesome, baby. Are you two gonna fuck again?”

“I think so… if that’s okay.”

“Sure, sure. People won’t even suspect you sweet little things of being such dirty girls. Y-you should fuck all the time!” Shana panted, her little bout of jealousy swept away by raw lust.

Zoe only nodded, eyes half-closed. Her fingers were moving rapidly, tracing little circles over her clit.

Shana was teasing her own bud with one hand and plunging two fingers into her vagina with the other, eyes riveted to Zoe’s smooth sex. “Mmmm. God, I-I wish I was with you right now.”

“Me too!”

Shana fingered herself even harder. “What—oh, God—would you want me to do to you?”

“Lick me!” Zoe was really going at it, the 10-year-old’s hand a blur between her legs.

“Lick what, baby?”

“Lick my… my c-cunt!”

Zoe had grown into quite the lewd little girl, but she still sometimes hesitated to say dirty words, which was both adorable and sexy as hell. She’d certainly learned the power these words had to drive Shana wild, though.

Right on cue, a powerful orgasm ripped through Shana’s body, leaving her moaning wordlessly. She fought to keep her eyes open as, a few seconds later, Zoe hit her own climax, the girl’s small body shaking all over as she closed her thighs around her hand.

Though still riding the wave of her own ecstasy, Shauna could only stare in awe. Is there a more beautiful sight than a little girl coming? I sure can’t imagine it.

Finally spent, the two of them slowly relaxed and caught their breaths, exchanging dazed smiles. “I can’t wait to see you again, baby. Just a month to go,” Shana said, wistfully imagining how much better it would be to do these things in real life.

“Oh! That’s right, I forgot to tell you, my parents said it’s okay for me to spend the day with you when you’ll be in town.”

Shana immediately sat up straight. “Yes! You should have told me that right away, sweetie! That’s awesome news.” A delicious shiver spread through Shana’s body as she thought of all the hot, sweaty fun they’d have.

“I meant to, but… I got distracted.” Zoe eyed Shana as if that was her fault, even though she’d been the one who answered the video call half-naked. “Oh, and… I kinda told Stacy I could get her a front row ticket…”

Shana laughed. “Trying to impress the new girl, huh? And I assume I’m supposed to help with that?”

“Pleeeease?” Zoe made puppy eyes, the kind guaranteed to get her anything she wanted.

“Okay, okay, I’ll make it happen, don’t worry. So, she’s a fan too, huh?”

“Oh, ya. Well, not as much as me,” Zoe was quick to point out. “But sure, she likes your music a lot. And she said you’re really pretty, hah. That was kinda funny. I had to try hard to keep a straight face.”

“Hmm, interesting…” Shana said slowly, gears turning in her head as a very dangerous idea occurred to her. A terrible idea, really. One she should most definitely keep only as a fantasy.

And yet… could she pass up this chance? These impulses would get her in serious trouble one day, but she had to ask. “Say, do you think your new friend might be into… having some fun with me, too?”

Zoe’s smile vanished. “What? You… you want to have sex with her?”

Shana immediately wished she could take back the question. This distraught look was not the reaction she’d been hoping for. She raised her hands appeasingly. “Only if you’re okay with it! I just thought… you like doing it with her, you like doing it with me, so y’know, maybe the three of us could fool around a bit… but if you don’t like the idea, that’s cool!”

Zoe’s expression turned thoughtful. “O-oh! You meant, like, all three of us together?”

Shana had to laugh. Did the girl think she was being ditched? “Of course! You know you’re my number one girl. I wouldn’t leave you out.”

“I didn’t know people did… that.”

“Seriously, it’s a thing. It’s called a threesome. Not necessarily super common, but it does happen,” explained Shana, who’d had her share of threesomes over the years. She decided not to blow the kid’s mind with the revelation that people sometimes did it in even bigger groups.

Zoe tapped a finger against her chin. “Hmm, well, that sounds like… it could be fun,” she finally said, a sly smile appearing on her lips.

Shana grinned. She liked this reaction a lot more. “Right?”

“What about not telling anyone, though?”

Shana scratched the back of her head. “Well… yeah, it’s probably a bad idea, but…” Oh, it was. It was the worst idea. But fuck, even though she’d just come, she was turned on all over again just thinking about it. “Do you think she could keep the secret?”

Zoe shrugged. “I dunno. I guess so? Hmm, I could try asking her what she thinks about it all… Like, not directly, but kinda pretend it’s a joke, you know? Like, ‘what would you do if…?’ ”

“Sure. Making it a hypothetical scenario. That could work to gauge her interest…”

“Ya, that’s what—” Zoe suddenly froze, glancing over her shoulder. “Crap, my mom’s back.”

The girl quickly put her bathrobe back on, calling out, “Hi, Mom!”

Shana angled her laptop camera up to show only her face, just in case Zoe’s mom decided to come into her daughter’s room. “Great timing,” she said drily. “But I guess it could have been worse.”

Zoe snorted, then paused as if listening. “Uh, okay, hold on!” she shouted, then said, “I gotta go help her with the groceries. I’ll let you know about… the thing.”

“Okay. Bye, baby.” Shana kissed her fingertips, then brought them close to the camera. Zoe did the same, smiling, then the screen went black.

Shana lay back on the bed and sighed. “What are you getting yourself into now, you crazy girl?” she asked out loud.

But she didn’t really want to think about consequences right now. She shrugged to herself, then began to masturbate again, quickly bringing herself to another intense climax as images of two naked little girls danced in her mind.

Now appearing on stage: Part Two!