Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By No One

As Zoe was carried by Shana towards the bedroom, another idea rolled around in her head. “So, um, this will sound dumb, but… I can get a, uh, orgasm on my own, just by touching myself?”

“Sure. You’ve never heard of masturbating?”

“Oh. Um, yeah, but…” She had, but she’d never given much thought to the process, or to how good it might feel. “I kinda thought that was… something boys did, I guess… or bad girls, maybe.”

Shana laughed. “Well, sorry to say, but I think you qualify as a bad girl now. Not that there’s anything wrong with that!”

Zoe smiled. Being a bad girl didn’t seem so bad, now. Sure, they’d done dirty stuff but… it had been wonderful. Beautiful, as Shana had said. She couldn’t wait to try more of it, if she was being honest with herself.

They reached a tastefully decorated bedroom, with a big bed with a dark blue cover at the center. Zoe shrieked when Shana suddenly threw her onto the bed, but the landing was actually very soft. In fact, this had to be the softest bed she’d ever touched. Still, she stuck her tongue out at Shana for the scare.

“Oh? What was that?” Shana got on the bed and crawled up close to Zoe, until their faces were less than an inch apart.

Realizing what the older girl wanted, Zoe slipped her tongue out again, and Shana took it into her mouth, gently sucking on it.

That quickly turned into a passionate kiss, and Zoe’s heart rate sped up all over again as they made out. She felt Shana lightly push her down until she was flat on her back, all without breaking their kiss. She knew what the growing warmth between her legs meant now, and found herself eager for Shana to touch her again.

But Shana seemed to have other ideas. She sat up, and examined Zoe for a moment. “Say, why don’t you try touching yourself now? Y’know, get a feel for it… so to speak.”

Zoe hesitated. It sounded really embarrassing, and she’d prefer if Shana did it, but… She did intend to explore this masturbation business later, now that she knew how great it could feel. Maybe practicing while there was someone to guide her would be a good idea.

She slid a hand down to her lower belly. “Um, I just rub my… down there?”

“More or less. What do you call that place down there?” Shana asked, looking pointedly between Zoe’s legs.

“Um… my private parts, I guess?”

“That’s one way to say it… Doesn’t sound very sexy, though.”

“Hmm. What else do you call it?”

“Oh, there are lots of words… Some girls say ‘cunt,’ for instance.”

Zoe’s eyes went wide. “That’s a really bad word!” One time, her mom had been zapping through the channels on TV looking for something to watch and stopped on some show or movie. Then someone said that word, and her mother very quickly changed the channel again. She put her hands on Zoe’s ears, as if that would block what she’d already heard, and told her to never repeat that word. The next day, Zoe had noticed that the HBO channel was now blocked with a PIN.

Shana chuckled. “Yeah, I guess some people think that. ‘Pussy’ is another word that’s very common.”

“Like a cat?” Zoe had heard that one too, but mostly as an insult.

“Sure. Just as cute, too.” Shana winked. “Though I guess yours is just a little kitty.”

Zoe laughed. That was a funny word for it, but she liked it. She moved her hand lower until she touched her… kitty, and began slowly rubbing it with her fingers, up and down. “Like this?” It felt nice, but nowhere near the kind of pleasure Shana had given her.

“Yeah, you can start out like that.” Shana was watching very attentively. “Then you can slip a finger between your lips, like I did. That usually feels better. Be careful, though. Don’t go too deep, or you might hurt something.”

Zoe tried it, pushing harder with her middle finger until it slid between her lips. She made two discoveries in that moment: that it felt more sensitive and pleasurable in there, and that it was quite moist. “Uh, it’s wet…”

“Very normal. When you’re… in a sexy mood, you get wet so that it’s, y’know, all slippery and nice. Makes it easier to have fun,” Shana explained, all smiles.

“O-oh.” That sounded a little weird… but practical. It did make her finger slip around smoothly, and she soon was rubbing herself with enthusiasm. Shana was right, it did feel much better this way.

“Mmmm, yeah, just like that,” Shana said softly. She sounded like she was enjoying herself, too. “There’s like a little nub near the top, called the clitoris, or just the clit. That’s the part that feels the best, but it’s very sensitive, so don’t rub it too hard.”

Zoe did remember how the strongest feelings had happened when Shana rubbed the top of her privates. Feeling around, she found the nub in question. Pressing down on it made her gasp. It was sensitive for sure, but it felt amazing. Trying to be gentle, she began moving her finger in circles over this nub, her “clit,” and couldn’t keep a moan from escaping her lips.

She glanced at Shana, who was biting her bottom lip, eyes fixed on what Zoe was doing. It sounded like the older girl was getting a little out of breath herself, just from watching. Zoe was beginning to suspect that Shana had asked her to do this at least partially for her own benefit. Playing along, she gave the older girl what she hoped was a sexy stare and murmured, “You like watching me touch my kitty?”

A low groan came out of Shana’s mouth. “God, yes… You’re so fucking hot,” she whispered, her voice sounding hoarse. “I mean… eff-ing. Or whatever,” she added after a moment, but it sounded like proper language was far from her most urgent concern.

Zoe smiled. She loved the effect she was having on Shana. It made her feel… grown-up. Sexy. She spread her legs wider to give Shana a better view and kept rubbing herself.

“Mmmm. You are a bad girl,” Shana said. “It makes me want to do very naughty things to you.”

“Like what?” Zoe liked where this was going. It was crazy how she’d been so nervous about this “dirty” stuff just earlier, and now she couldn’t wait to find out what “naughty things” Shana had in mind.

The young woman knelt in front of Zoe, looking up. “I wanna kiss your kitty.”

Zoe laughed. “Kiss it?” She wasn’t sure if Shana was serious.

“It’s another thing that’s very fun, you’ll see.” Shana leaned forward and began to trail her lips up Zoe’s inner thigh.

Withdrawing her hand, Zoe raised herself up on her elbows, eyes wide as she watched the older girl come closer. Was Shana really going to kiss her there?

Anticipation rose when Shana reached the spot where Zoe’s leg met her groin. She paused a second and their eyes met. Then she pressed her lips into Zoe’s kitty—once, then another time, then again and again, covering the intimate area with kisses.

Zoe stared, hardly believing what was happening. But she was even more surprised when Shana’s tongue slipped between her little lips and began licking her! She’d had no idea it was going to be a French kiss. It seemed like such a crazy thing to do… but Shana was purring with pleasure, as if she was enjoying a fine meal.

Zoe couldn’t argue with the results, though—Shana’s tongue felt amazing. After a moment, she fell back on the bed, closed her eyes, and lost herself in the moment. “Oooh. That’s sooo good.”

“Mmm-hmm,” Shana agreed without stopping for a second.

As great as it felt, it was still a weird sensation to have a tongue bathing her private parts. Zoe had no idea that was a thing that people did. It was a thrill for sure, though. Maybe it was even more exciting because it was so dirty?

Whatever the case, Zoe’s pleasure was rising fast. Every little flick of Shana’s tongue sent delicious shivers through her body, and she felt that tension within her building up, just like it had before. Soon, she couldn’t help but moan in time with Shana’s movements.

As if sensing her growing delight, Shana began to focus on Zoe’s clit, teasing it with her tongue.

Zoe cried out as an even more intense wave of pleasure hit her. She still had a hard time believing her body could feel this good. But she knew this wasn’t even the end yet, as she could now recognize the signs of another orgasm drawing closer. “I think… I’m g-gonna…”

Before she could finish her sentence, that explosion she’d been expecting rocked her to the core. Just like before, her body tensed and pure ecstasy filled her completely. Shana’s tongue was a magical tool of pure joy, the way it made her feel. This orgasm was even more powerful than the last one, shaking her from head to toe.

As she slowly recovered, Zoe realized that her thighs were tightly clamped around Shana’s head. “Oh! S-sorry…” she stammered, quickly releasing the older girl.

“That’s quite okay,” Shana said, smiling. Lying down next to Zoe, she wrapped her arms around her. “I love that you’re enjoying your first sexual experience so much.”

That comment gave Zoe pause. “So… this is sex?”

Shana raised an eyebrow. “Well, yeah… One of many ways to have sex. Is that okay?”

Zoe had sort of known that’s what they’d been doing, but hearing it out loud made it more real somehow. I’ve just had sex with Shana Belle. The words sounded strange in her mind. She’d certainly never expected anything like that to happen today. She hadn’t expected to give much thought to sex for years, actually. But now it had happened, and she felt… good, happy. “I think so. Sex is… pretty great.”

Shana grinned. “It really is, isn’t it?” She gave Zoe a tight hug, then drew her into a heated kiss.

Zoe could feel the passion behind the older girl’s kiss, and realized that Shana might appreciate some pleasure of her own. “Oh, um, do you want me to… make you feel good, too?”

“Well, if you want to, I’d love that for sure.” Shana caressed Zoe’s cheek for a moment, then brought their lips together again.

As they kissed, Zoe put a hand on Shana’s thigh, then slowly slipped it up until she was almost touching the girl’s privates. She hesitated, unsure of how to proceed.

“It’s okay,” Shana said, breaking the kiss. Giving Zoe a nod of encouragement, she spread her legs for better access.

Zoe took a moment to examine Shana’s kitty. Her pussy. Her… C-word. The lips were open like flower petals, and the inside glistened. It looked inviting, sexy. Tentatively, she brushed the moist flesh with her fingers, and felt Shana shiver in response.

Seeing the older girl’s encouraging smile, Zoe pressed a little harder, and her middle finger pushed past the pussy lips. Shana was very wet in there. It felt a little weird, but to Zoe, it was a good sign. It meant that Shana was enjoying it, right?

“Mmmm,” Shana moaned, definitely sounding happy with what was happening.

Zoe began moving her fingers up and down, as the other girl had done for her. Soon she was grinning with delight, fascinated by Shana’s little gasps and sighs, trying to figure out what gave her partner the best feelings. Not surprisingly, touching Shana’s clitoris got the biggest reactions.

“Oh yes, baby!” Shana mewled, then when Zoe brushed her clit again, her eyes went wide open. “Oh!” she cried, louder this time. Her thighs closed tightly around Zoe’s hand and her eyes rolled back in her head as her whole body shook and trembled.

It was actually a little scary, and Zoe really hoped it was because Shana was feeling good, and not that she was having some kind of seizure. She was relieved when, after a moment, Shana took a deep breath and a smile spread across her lips.

“Oh, wow,” Shana said after she’d caught her breath a little.

“Did you… get the, um, orgasm?”

“Yes.” Shana laughed, sounding a little surprised. “That was quick. You had me so turned on!”

“Turned on?” This was the second time Shana had used that expression, and Zoe thought she got the meaning, but wanted to be sure.

“Yeah, like… excited, horny, in the mood for sex. Y’know, all wet and ready.”

“Oh, right.” Zoe smiled. “Yeah, you were… pretty wet down there.”

Shana grinned back. “Well, I think you’re to blame for that, you sexy little thing,” she said, before kissing Zoe once again.

As she enjoyed the kiss, Zoe decided that she could get used to being called sexy and hot. It made her feel warm and fuzzy all over. Oh, and the kissing, she could definitely get used to that, too. She could never get tired of the way that made her feel, getting goosebumps as her tongue danced with Shana’s.

“So… it was good, right? The orgasm?” Zoe asked after they drifted apart. “I did it well?” She was pretty sure she knew the answer, considering Shana’s reaction.

“You did it perfectly. It was great, thank you.”

“Want another?” Zoe smiled, echoing what Shana had said earlier.

“Mmmm, I like the way you think, sweetcheeks. I won’t say no to that.”

As Zoe slipped her hand between Shana’s legs again, she thought it might be a good idea to try nuzzling the older girl’s neck, as Shana had done to her earlier. She began by kissing the spot right below the ear, then worked her way down to the collarbone. It sounded like Shana was enjoying it, judging by the sounds she was making, though that could also be because Zoe had her fingers moving between the girl’s pussy lips.

Glancing down, Zoe saw that Shana had a hand on her own breast, teasing the nipple between two fingers. Wondering if a kiss there would feel good, Zoe decided to give it a try. After all, it had felt amazing when Shana had licked her kitty, and while she wasn’t sure she was ready to go that far, maybe licking a nipple would feel really good as well.

Moving down to the unoccupied breast, Zoe gave one nipple a quick kiss, then flicked it with her tongue, watching for a reaction. Encouraged by Shana’s excited gasp, she continued, kissing the soft flesh and tracing little circles around the nipple with her tongue. It was actually pretty fun. “Is this nice?”

“Very nice, baby. Good initiative. I think you’re… ah!”—she cried out when Zoe’s fingers brushed her clit—”a natural. You can, um… you can try putting your fingers all the way inside my pussy, if you want.”

Zoe froze for a moment. Put her fingers inside? Did grown-ups do that, too? It did make some sense, she thought, since a boy was supposed to put his thing inside during sex… Maybe fingers would feel just as good, too.

Tentatively, she prodded around Shana’s privates until she found the hole, then carefully pushed the tip of her middle finger in. “L-like this?”

“Mmmhmm, just like that. Go on, don’t worry.”

Zoe slowly worked her finger deeper, watching it disappear inside Shana. It felt all warm and wet. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do once her finger was all the way in, but then Shana started moving her hips, making that finger slide in and out.

Zoe quickly got the idea and began meeting Shana’s movements—thrusting when the girl pushed her hips forward, withdrawing all but the tip of the finger when she pulled back. Soon, she had Shana moaning in time with their rhythm. The older girl’s legs were wide open as she eagerly thrust her pussy against Zoe’s hand, her body glistening with sweat. It looked so dirty. It looked really sexy.

“What is this called?” Zoe asked.

“This? Aah! Fingering, I guess. Or finger… uh, eff-ing.”

Zoe giggled. That made sense. “Feels good?”

“Oh yeah. You can use more fingers, too. Or…” Shana suddenly stopped in mid-motion. She glanced at the hand between her legs, then met Zoe’s eyes with a thoughtful look. “Hmm, actually… can I ask you to try something a little weird?”

“Um, okay?” All of this had been “a little weird” for Zoe.

“You put your fingers like this,” Shana explained, touching the tips of all her fingers and her thumb together, “then get them nice and wet and, um, push all the way inside. Slowly.” She mimicked the gesture.

Zoe looked at her hand, looked at Shana’s pussy. “You mean… with my whole hand?”

Shana nodded, biting her lip. “Uh-huh. You have tiny hands, it’ll be fine!”

That did sound really weird, all right, but it seemed to be what Shana wanted, so Zoe agreed. ”Um… okay, if you say so.”

She touched her fingers together into a point and put them at the entrance to Shana’s vagina. It was really wet down there, so she had no trouble getting them all slippery. She began to carefully push in, though it seemed to her that the opening was way too small for this.

“That’s it, nice and slow,” Shana said. She was taking deep breaths as Zoe’s hand very slowly made its way inside her.

“Are you sure it’s gonna, uh, fit?”

“Yeah, don’t worry. Babies come out of there, y’know?”

Zoe supposed that was true, though she wasn’t even sure how that was possible, not when Shana’s vagina already felt so tight around her hand. Still, sure enough, inch by inch, she managed to go even deeper. Then once she was past the knuckles, the rest went more smoothly, and suddenly she found herself wrist deep inside Shana’s body. “Whoa!”

“Oh, God!” Shana cried out.

“Are— are you okay?”

“Yeah, baby, I’m—oh, shit… I’m just fine. You’re wonderful. Ooooohh, yeah. Now… now, start m-moving back and forth. But slowly.”

Zoe did as she was told, pushing forward a little bit, though there wasn’t much space to move, then pulling back, then repeating her motion. It felt so weird to have her hand literally inside someone else, but Shana seemed to be enjoying it, with lots of moans and omigods. “This feels… good?”

“Mmmm, yeah. It’s intense.” Shana began moving her hips, pushing against Zoe’s hand.

As long as she’s happy, Zoe thought. Pushing how strange the situation was out of her mind, she threw herself into the task, doing her best to give Shana as much pleasure as possible. The older girl was breathing hard now, and Zoe wondered if she was going to “come” soon.

Glancing down, she spotted Shana’s clitoris, a fleshy pink button at the top of her pussy. She remembered well how amazing it felt when Shana licked hers. She eyed the little nub, wondering what it would taste like. She glanced back up at Shana, but the other girl wasn’t paying attention, lost in her pleasure.

Slowly, Zoe leaned forward until her face was only a few inches from Shana’s pussy. There was a pretty strong aroma that was difficult to describe. The smell of sex, maybe. That erect clit looked kind of cute close-up—almost inviting. She hesitated a moment, took a tentative lick, then paused to mull over the taste. Unusual flavor, but not bad.

Shana’s response was immediate. “Aaah! Zoe! Fuck, yes! Lick my clit. Please!”

Zoe was a little startled by such a strong reaction, but told herself it must feel really good, so she did as Shana asked, flicking the little bud with her tongue as best as she could.

Shana gave a loud cry, then after just a few seconds, her body went all stiff, which Zoe now recognized as the start of an orgasm. After that Shana bucked and jerked wildly, coming out with mostly incoherent moans, but there were a few dirty words in there.

Zoe felt Shana’s pussy clamp down tightly around her wrist. It seemed to throb, possibly in rhythm with the waves of pleasure the older girl was feeling. She kept her tongue going, hoping to drive Shana completely wild.

“Okay, Zoe. S-stop,” Shana said. She took a moment to catch her breath when Zoe obeyed. “Sensitive d-down there,” she explained. “Now take out your hand, really slow.”

Zoe did just that, gently extracting her hand. Though Shana’s vagina now seemed to want to suck her in, she eventually managed to wriggle free. Wrinkling her nose, she examined her gooey hand, unsure what to do with it.

“Here.” Reaching for a large box of tissues on her nightstand, Shana handed her a big handful of them.

Zoe cleaned herself up as best as she could manage, then Shana drew her into a big hug.

“You’re so amazing, that was wonderful.” Shana covered Zoe’s face in little kisses, making her giggle. “Thank you for… indulging my dirty kinks.” She lay back on the bed, pulling Zoe along, snugly nestled in her arms. “I’m so happy I met you.”

“Me too!” Zoe hugged Shana just as tightly. The day had been awesome in many unexpected ways. She’d known that meeting her idol would be great, but now Shana had shown her what felt like a whole new world. She’d remember their time together forever. Then came the realization that this time would soon be over, and she felt tears sting her eyes. “Oh, Shana… I don’t wanna leave you!”

“Oh, babe, I don’t want to either. I wish you could stay with me all the time, but that’s just not possible. But hey, don’t cry. That doesn’t mean we’ll never talk or see each other again.” Shana gently wiped the tears from Zoe’s eyes. “Do you have your own phone?”

Zoe shook her head. “No, I’m not allowed… I guess I can give you Mom’s phone number, if you wanna call?”

Shana made a face. “I was hoping for something more… private. You know, if we need to talk about secret stuff.” She winked. “Do you have a laptop or something that you can use by yourself?”

“Yeah! I borrow Mom’s laptop to watch YouTube and stuff. She doesn’t really check what I use it for.”

“Great. I think we should set you up with a secret email address—one that you won’t share with anyone else—and then use that to talk privately. We’ll see what else we can do from there. I’ll show you how to avoid leaving traces in your mom’s browser, too.”

“Okay, sounds good.” That was all fine, and Zoe was happy to keep in contact with Shana—even a little excited to be playing spies with secret communications—but she felt like she was going to miss the… more physical stuff a lot. “But I wish we could still do… you know,” she added, running her fingers over Shana’s belly.

“I really wish so too. But I’m afraid that for now, you’ll have to be a ‘bad girl’ and take care of those needs yourself. Not as much fun, but it does the trick. Think about me when you do, huh?”

Zoe laughed, but felt herself blushing a little. It all seemed rather embarrassing, but she was pretty sure she would have to do some experimenting in that direction. Orgasms felt way too good to pass up! And she had no doubt that images of Shana would be dancing in her mind whenever she touched herself that way.

“But for now,” Shana continued, glancing at the wall clock, “well, we do still have some time…”

* * *

They did make love one more time that afternoon, and even took a shower together. That was fun, soaping each other up… and sexy, too. Then Shana helped Zoe set up her new email address, and they chatted for a while.

After that, it was time for dinner, and they met up with Zoe’s mom again—though Zoe would have preferred to be alone with Shana, grateful as she was that Mom had accompanied her on this trip. They went to Shana’s favorite Indian restaurant. Zoe liked it a lot, though it was way spicier than she was used to and she had to drink several glasses of water.

Then, finally, it was time for the concert.

It was amazing, incredible, magical. All that Zoe could have hoped for and more. She sang her heart out to her favorite songs, enthralled by the impressive choreography and cool special effects, all from an awesome front-row seat.

Her gaze was locked on Shana all night. She’d always loved her idol’s dancing, but now the graceful movements seemed to take on a sexier flavor in her eyes. The body that she now knew so intimately, swaying to the music, twisting, slinking and strutting her stuff… Shana was red hot. Watching her, Zoe felt those now familiar butterflies stir in her stomach. This time, she welcomed the feeling.

A few times, Shana looked right at her, even gave her a wink at one point. That made Zoe feel so special, the only one in this huge crowd to have such an intimate connection with the singer.

After the show, Zoe and her mom went backstage, flashing their V.I.P. badges, to see Shana and say goodbye. The star was busy signing autographs for a mob of fans, so they had to wait a while. Zoe had already gotten all her recordings signed that afternoon, so she was all set on that count, even though Shana had winced a bit when she saw how many of her releases Zoe had packed—everything she’d ever done, in multiple versions.

When they finally got close, Shana saw Zoe approach and frowned. “You look familiar…”

Zoe tried to act as if she was offended, but just ended up laughing, then Shana gave her a hug. Not as close or long a hug as she would have liked, but she understood that they couldn’t show that kind of affection in public.

“So, how was the show? Up to your expectations?”

“Omigod it was soooo great! You were amazing!”

Shana chuckled at her enthusiasm. “Thanks, sweetie. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”

“Sorry, um, is there a bathroom around here?” Zoe’s mom interrupted.

“Sure, right around the corner over there.” Shana pointed.

“Thank you. Zoe, I’ll be right back.”

“Okay!” Zoe watched her mom walk away, then turned back to Shana, who had a rather mischievous smile on her lips.

“C’mere, you,” the singer growled, pulling Zoe into her dressing room.

As soon as the door was closed, Shana’s lips found Zoe’s, and they exchanged a hot, passionate kiss.

“W-wow,” Zoe said, taken by surprise, but in a most delightful way. Her pulse was suddenly racing.

“Mmmm. Too bad we don’t have time for more.” Shana caressed Zoe’s cheek. “I’m gonna miss you. But hey, I slipped a word to my tour manager about maybe booking some shows in some less traveled areas—like, say, North Dakota—and she thinks there might be some potential there…”

“Really? That would be so cool!”

“Yeah. It wouldn’t be for a while, though, but y’know… let’s hang out if I come around, huh?”

“Yeah! I really hope it happens!” As great as it would be to see Shana perform again, Zoe was even more excited about spending more time alone with her. She could probably convince her mom to allow that.

“Me too.” Shana gave Zoe another kiss, quicker this time. “Well, we better head back out before your mom starts looking for us.”

Zoe’s mom did meet up with them a minute later, and they exchanged goodbyes. Though Zoe tried hard not to cry, a few tears still ran down her cheeks. Even Shana got a little misty-eyed.

In the end, as she walked away, Zoe took a last look back and saw Shana blow her a kiss. She thought about the amazing day they’d had together, the unexpected but wonderful discoveries she’d made, and took comfort in the possibility that she might see her idol again someday.

The End

Join Zoe and Shana for more naughty fun in… Idol II!

By No One

After they were done showering off the pool water, Shana fetched some towels and handed one to Zoe. “Are you hungry?” she asked.

Zoe’s stomach growled loudly in response.

“I guess that answers that!” Shana said. “What do you want? I have, uh… actually, I don’t think my fridge here is really well stocked. But I have ice cream! Ice cream for lunch sounds good, right?”

“Hmm, I don’t think my parents would approve but… yeah!” Zoe said, laughing.

“I won’t tell ‘em.” Shana reached out to hook Zoe’s little finger with her own. This was one secret that Zoe was very happy to pinkie-swear on.

After drying off, Shana began to walk towards the kitchen area, still completely naked.

“Um, aren’t we putting our clothes back on?” Zoe asked, eyeing the pile of discarded apparel still lying near the pool.

Shana turned around and shrugged. “Whatever you want.” She looked around the room. “Nobody here to tell us what to do, though, so we can eat ice cream naked if we want to.”

Zoe giggled. “Yeah… I guess it’s still pretty hot out here, anyway,” she said as she stepped over the clothes and followed Shana into the house. She’d gotten used to being nude by now, and though she wasn’t about to admit it, she definitely wasn’t tired of looking at Shana naked, either. “Don’t you have a swimsuit, though?” she asked, still feeling the situation was a little odd.

“Oh, sure. Don’t really need it when it’s just the two of us, do I?” Shana shrugged. “Besides, it’s fun to be a little naughty sometimes.” She winked, then held up two ice cream containers. “Chocolate or strawberry?”

Eating ice cream for lunch in the nude seemed pretty high up on the list of wild things Zoe had done, but Shana was right, it was pretty fun and exciting. Especially if no one found out. She nodded. “Hmm, strawberry.”

“Strawberry girl, huh?” Shana rubbed her chin thoughtfully, as if pondering the deep meaning of ice cream choices, and Zoe laughed.

Shana served out a huge scoop of the strawberry ice cream in a bowl and handed it to Zoe, then took some of the chocolate for herself. They went to sit on the couch to eat.

“Would you prefer if I put on a swimsuit?” Shana asked after a moment.

“Oh, no, no,” Zoe said quickly. Shana was just fine as she was. “I was just thinking… ‘Cause I’ve seen that photo shoot you did recently and in one pic you had a red bikini on and it was… um…” She hesitated, not wanting to sound like a weirdo if she admitted just how much she liked those photos. “It… looked really good on you.”

“Oh, thanks. Yeah, that bikini was just for the shoot, it’s not really mine.” Shana raised an eyebrow. “So you’ve seen that photo shoot, huh? Didn’t expect you to have that kind of magazine. What did you think?”

Zoe opened her mouth, then closed it, unsure of how to express her thoughts. She had a lot of confusing feelings about that series of very revealing photos. “Um, yeah, it wasn’t really what I expected. But you looked… really, really pretty,” she finally said. “I hope I’m as pretty as you when I grow up.”

“Oh, sweetie, you’re already beautiful.” Shana put a hand on Zoe’s bare thigh, giving it a little squeeze.

Zoe felt her cheeks grow hot. The touch made her heart hammer in her chest, and the words… Did Shana really think that? Or did she mean it like someone would say that a baby is cute? Suddenly, Zoe felt an intense desire for Shana to see her as a woman, gorgeous in the same way that Zoe saw her.

Unsure how to react, Zoe tried to change the subject. “It must be, um… embarrassing to pose like that, though. Like, not wearing much, I mean. And with so many people who are gonna see the pictures.”

Shana shrugged. “It’s not so bad, you get used to it. I’m not ashamed of my body.” She leaned in to whisper, “And anyway, call me vain, but I like to feel hot and sexy.” Straightening, she added, “If that gets some people worked up, whatever, that’s not my concern. Plus, I knew it would piss off my mom.”

Zoe giggled. Shana’s mom had been her manager when Shana was younger. It was public knowledge that the woman had tried to steal a lot of Shana’s money for herself, and the singer made no secret of their falling out in interviews. A terrible woman, in Zoe’s estimation. She could see why Shana might enjoy making her angry.

“What about you, Zoe,” Shana continued, “did you think my photos were sexy?”

Zoe looked up at Shana warily. She thought the older girl might be teasing her at first, but Shana seemed to be watching her with genuine interest. Sexy, she supposed that was the right word. Shana had said she liked feeling hot, and looking at her did make something within Zoe heat up, so that seemed like an appropriate word too. Zoe had never really thought about it in those terms before, but if there was someone who could represent the concept of sexiness in her mind, it was definitely Shana. She gave a quick nod to answer the question, feeling her cheeks grow warm.

“It’s okay, don’t be shy.” Shana’s fingers brushed against Zoe’s hand as she spoke. “Hey, I like sexy girls, too. Nothing wrong with that.” She winked, and her eyes drifted over Zoe’s body, then she looked down at herself. “And I guess you’re getting an even better view than those pictures right now, huh? I’m sure lots of people would be jealous.”

None of this was doing anything to help with Zoe’s furious blushing. Her gaze was compelled to follow Shana’s eyes, once more admiring the young woman’s body. Her sexy body. That idea was awakening a need that Zoe didn’t know what to do with. Her eyes stopped on Shana’s privates, which still puzzled her with their complete absence of hair.

“Um, how come…” she began, but no, she couldn’t possibly ask about that. “No, never mind.” She stuck a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth to hide her embarrassment.

“No no, go on. You can’t leave it at that now. Ask me anything.”

“Well, just… it’s stupid, but… how come you don’t have hair, uh, down there?” Zoe all but cringed as she asked, half-expecting Shana to laugh at her.

Instead, Shana flashed a smile. “Oh, that. I shaved it off, is all. It looks… nicer this way. Sexier. Don’t you think?” She lifted one of her feet and rested it on the couch cushion, as if to give Zoe a better view. Her fingers trailed down her body, briefly brushing her private parts.

Zoe swallowed, her eyes fixed between Shana’s legs. She didn’t want to stare but… Shana had asked for her opinion. There was something strangely appealing about the bare lips of the young woman’s privates, so unlike her mom’s, where you couldn’t see any detail through the hair. On Shana, the shape was plain to see, the lips opened slightly to reveal the inner folds. It looked a little like a flower, Zoe thought, and it was… pretty, in a way.

“Well… yeah, maybe,” she said in a small voice, still unsure about discussing things like that. If Shana thought hairless private parts were sexy, did that mean…? And what had she said just a minute ago? Zoe struggled with the question, but it had to be asked. “Um, what did you mean when you said that you… uh, like sexy girls?”

Shana studied her for a moment in silence, as if deciding on something, then she said, “Zoe, do you know what a lesbian is?”

Zoe nodded slowly. She’d heard the word before, she wasn’t that clueless. “It’s a woman who, um… well… likes other women, uh, that way?” She had a good hunch of what Shana was getting at now.

“That’s right,“ Shana said, then spread her hands. “So… there you have it.”

“O-oh.” So that was it. Shana was a lesbian. Zoe wondered briefly if she should be afraid—the hanging-out-naked thing felt even weirder in this context—but no, she couldn’t possibly imagine that Shana would want to harm her in any way. Her thoughts turned instead to her own interest and strange feelings, and it was like a lightbulb switching on in her head. Could it be… that she had a crush on Shana? Was that what being attracted to someone in that way felt like? She’d never really thought about the possibility before.

“But, um, keep that to yourself, okay?” Shana continued. “There’s nothing wrong with it, of course, but… It’s not anyone else’s business, y’know?”

Zoe gave a serious nod, feeling honored that Shana would trust her with something so personal. “I promise,” she said, then a moment later, she cracked a smile and extended her pinkie. Shana grinned back and hooked it with hers.

Lost in thought for a moment, Zoe remembered something she’d read recently. “Hmm, the other day, I read online that you were dating one of the Jonas Brothers. I wasn’t sure if it was true… but I guess it’s not.” The gossip had made her a little angry at the time, though she couldn’t have explained why. Could it be that she was… jealous?

Shana made a disgusted face. “Ugh. Yeah, that’s some media bullshit. Talk to a guy for a few minutes, someone snaps a picture, then suddenly you’re ‘dating.’ Fucking vultures.” She gave herself a shake and looked embarrassed. “Err, sorry about the… language.”

Zoe was a little surprised at the outburst, but she giggled and said, “It’s okay.” She could understand how dealing with that kind of press would be very annoying. She couldn’t help feeling relieved that the rumors about Shana and What’s-his-name were false, though that brought to mind another question. “Um, do you… have a girlfriend, then?”

“No, I’m single right now.” Shana’s lips curled up, and she winked. “Why? Did you want to ask me out?”

Zoe’s cheeks had just begun to cool down, but now she was sure she was red as a beet again. Her thoughts tumbled around in her head and she had a hard time getting them out. “What? N-no! Well, I mean… It’s not… I’m… You wouldn’t…” Fighting to still her racing heart, she took a deep breath. “Even if I did… I’m just a kid, not… sexy or anything.” This was silly, Shana was just teasing her, wasn’t she? There was no chance that the older girl would like her in that way.

But Shana studied Zoe for a long moment, her expression difficult to read. Just when Zoe was beginning to get uncomfortable with the scrutiny, Shana seemed to nod to herself, then said, “Wanna know a secret?”

“O-okay.” Zoe wondered where this was going.

Slowly, Shana leaned in until her mouth was right next to Zoe’s ear. “I think you’re very sexy,” she whispered.

“R-really?” Zoe’s eyes went wide. She couldn’t believe what she’d just heard. Shana Belle thought she was sexy? Very mixed feelings were bubbling up inside her. On one hand, she was pretty sure that Shana wasn’t supposed to say stuff like that to a nine-year-old… but on the other, she was realizing that her feelings for her idol might run deeper than she’d thought, and now Shana was admitting that she felt the same way? The superstar Shana Belle thought she was pretty… and attractive? Zoe couldn’t help feeling thrilled.

“Really,” Shana assured her. She looked deep into Zoe’s eyes, a strange smile playing on her lips.

“Do you feel, like, butterflies in your tummy?” It sounded dumb once the words were out of Zoe’s mouth, but she had to know if Shana felt just like she did.

Shana chuckled. “Butterflies, huh? Yeah, you could put it that way. You make me feel all warm and fuzzy in here.” She put a hand on her belly, then slid it a little lower.

“Oooh, yeah, that’s it! I thought it was just me being weird…”

“Nothing weird about it, sweetie. It’s very normal.” Shana took one of Zoe’s hands in hers. “So… sounds like we’re both into each other, huh? I wonder, what are we going to do about that?”

“Um, what… what do you mean?” Zoe was feeling pretty overwhelmed by everything that was happening, and Shana’s touch wasn’t helping her think calmly.

“Well… if you wanted, I could show you some lovely fun that girls can have with each other.” Shana caressed Zoe’s hand, lightly tracing lines and circles with her fingers.

Zoe knew that Shana wasn’t talking about the same kind of fun they’d had until now. “Um, you mean… like… d-dirty stuff?”

“Some would say that, yeah. I don’t think it’s dirty. I think it’s beautiful.”

Zoe’s heart felt like it was trying to beat its way out of her chest. Shana wanted to do dirty—beautiful?—things with her! She should be alarmed, and was a little scared, but also… curious, maybe? What did Shana have in mind exactly? Whatever it was, though, Zoe knew that it was wrong. “Um, I don’t think we’re supposed to… do stuff like that…”

Shana laughed. Not in a mocking way, but she seemed to be amused. “Oh, definitely not. Your parents would be very mad at me. But…” She waved all that away. “I’m more interested in what you think. Are you curious at all? About sex? I’d love to teach you anything you want to know.”

Zoe could only stare, at a loss for words. Sex? Was that what they were talking about? She’d never really given it that much thought before. She knew about the birds and the bees, of course—she wasn’t a baby. She knew which part was supposed to go where, more or less, but that had always seemed a little weird to her.

And sex between girls? There, she had no clue. Wondering how that would work had never crossed her mind. This afternoon, being naked with Shana, had put a lot of strange thoughts and feelings into her head, though. The thought of touching Shana’s body didn’t seem so bad… In fact, it was making her feel all tingly.

Before she could answer, though, a sudden cold sensation on her belly made her yelp in surprise. Being so wrapped up in their conversation, she’d completely forgotten about the ice cream bowl she was holding. Now the spoon had just fallen out, spilling melted ice cream on her.

“Oops, careful there,” Shana said with a smile.

Zoe giggled, happy for the break in the tension. She looked around for a napkin, a tissue… anything to clean herself up.

“Here, let me,” Shana said, then before Zoe could respond, she swooped down and lapped up the spilled ice cream right from Zoe’s belly. Her tongue felt burning hot compared to the ice cream, and the warm sensation seemed to spread through Zoe’s tummy and down between her legs.

Straightening up, Shana flashed a grin. “Yummy. Even tastier than from the bowl.”

Zoe snorted, and gave Shana a disbelieving look. She doubted that eating ice cream off of somebody made it taste better. Still, Shana’s tongue on her skin had felt… nice, she thought. Exciting, even.

“What? It’s true. Here, you try it.” Shana took a bit of ice cream in her spoon, then let it drop straight on her belly. Immediately, she gasped and grimaced. “God, that’s cold! I didn’t think this through.”

Zoe nearly fell off the couch laughing, but in time she managed to kneel next to Shana and lean in towards the glob of ice cream. She paused a few inches from her goal. Suddenly, this felt kind of naughty. Her eyes drifted down and she realized that her face was very close to Shana’s private parts, all hairless and… sexy. Embarrassed, she quickly averted her eyes the other way, and got a close-up view of Shana’s breasts instead. Just as sexy, somehow.

Feeling herself blushing, Zoe decided to finish this quickly. She opened her mouth wide and captured the small lump of ice cream, using her tongue to scoop it in. Her lips touched Shana’s skin—just like a kiss, she thought. The sweet taste of chocolate spread on her tongue, but with another faint flavor that was hard to define. The taste of Shana, she supposed. The whole experience felt very intimate, and it made the fuzzy feelings in her belly grow more intense.

“So? Tasty, right?” Shana asked after Zoe sat up.

Zoe wasn’t sure the taste of the ice cream itself was better, but for sure there had been something thrilling about eating it off Shana’s body. Maybe that’s what the older girl had meant. She nodded. “Um, is that part of the… ‘fun’ between girls?”

A smile spread on Shana’s lips. “It can be.” She reached out and touched Zoe’s cheek, brushing her fingers against it in a gentle caress. “What I’d really love… is to taste it from your lips.” She looked deep into Zoe’s eyes, and after a moment added, “Do you think that would be okay?”

Zoe stared back at Shana. A kiss, that’s what she was talking about. To kiss Shana, on the mouth. To kiss her idol, her… crush.

She knew she shouldn’t. Her parents would be furious. She was just a kid, Shana an adult. It was wrong. It was everything she’d been warned against.

But at that moment, all that faded into the back of her mind. All that existed was Shana’s amazing blue eyes looking into hers, their naked bodies, the warmth Zoe felt inside her. In that perfect instant, she knew she’d agree to anything Shana wanted. Slowly, she nodded again.

Zoe watched nervously as Shana leaned forward. The older girl’s eyes shone with something Zoe didn’t quite recognize. Then soft lips brushed hers, and all those funny feelings inside her suddenly grew even stronger. She felt strange and lightheaded and wonderful.

Shana’s tongue darted out and licked Zoe’s lips, making her giggle, then it slipped into her mouth. Taken by surprise, Zoe wasn’t sure how to respond at first. She’d seen people French kissing in movies, but she’d never thought about how exactly you did it. She let herself be guided by Shana’s tongue, prodding and twisting around hers, and tried to match the older girl’s movements. Shana still tasted a little like ice cream. The whole thing was pretty funny, actually, and Zoe nearly burst out laughing, but managed to control herself.

She saw that Shana had closed her eyes, and did the same—which was what they did in the movies. With her attention now entirely on their tangling tongues, she lost herself in the kiss. It felt like she had an intimate connection to Shana, like they were speaking a secret language that only the two of them could understand.

When Shana pulled back after some time, Zoe slowly opened her eyes and found the older girl looking at her. They smiled at each other.

“Mmmm,” Shana said. “What do you think?”

Zoe felt a deep blush creeping across her cheeks as the realization fully hit her: she’d just shared her first-ever kiss—a tongue-kiss, even!—with Shana Belle.

“It was… nice. Um, real nice.” She shook her head, unsure of how to describe the feelings coming over her. “I kinda feel tingly all over.”

Shana grinned back. “Me too.” Then she got serious. “But… now, listen, this one’s really important, okay?” One more time, she extended her little finger towards Zoe for a pinkie swear. “You cannot tell anyone about this. Obviously not your parents, but not even your best friend, okay? I would get in really, really huge trouble if anyone at all knew. They’d never let me cut another record. My career would be done. You understand that, right?”

Zoe nodded slowly. She knew that they totally weren’t supposed to be doing stuff like this. She couldn’t even imagine what the grown-ups in her life would say about it. But while she still felt a little nervous about it all… the kiss had been really nice. And of course, the last thing she wanted was to endanger Shana’s music career. She hooked the offered pinkie with hers. “I won’t tell anyone. I swear.”

Shana’s smile returned instantly. “Good girl.” She leaned forward until her forehead touched Zoe’s, and they gazed into each other’s eyes for a moment. “God, you’re so pretty.” Then her lips were on Zoe’s again.

Zoe knew what to expect this time. When she felt Shana’s tongue push between her lips, she welcomed it into her mouth. Their tongues moved together, like a dance, and once again Zoe felt that lovely tingly feeling all over her body, especially in her lower belly, even between her legs.

This time, Shana let her hands wander over Zoe’s body as they kissed, lightly caressing her back, her arms, her thighs. Zoe felt goosebumps appear on her skin wherever those fingers roamed, but it wasn’t unpleasant—on the contrary, Shana’s touch filled her with excitement.

They kissed for what felt like a long while, though Zoe wasn’t quite sure exactly how long. Somehow, it seemed difficult to keep track of time in Shana’s arms. When the kiss finally broke, she found herself a little out of breath.

She offered Shana a shy smile. “You were right. This stuff is, um… pretty fun.”

“Isn’t it?” Shana smiled back, her eyes full of mischief. She took one of Zoe’s hands and brought it to her lips, depositing a few kisses on the back of it, then on the palm. “Mmmm, there are so many things I want to teach you,” she said, her voice sounding a little weird, more hoarse than before. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “But um, listen… okay, I probably should have led with this, sorry… but I need you to know that if I do anything that you don’t like, or that makes you uncomfortable, you can tell me to stop and I will, right then. You’re the boss, okay?”

“Okay!” Zoe hadn’t really imagined that Shana would do things she didn’t want, but it was still reassuring to hear. She wondered what else Shana could have in mind.

“Good.” Shana pressed her lips to Zoe’s hand once again, then looked up. “More kisses?”

Zoe giggled. “Y-yes,” she said softly, still feeling a little shy about the whole thing. Her day sure had taken an unexpected turn. The look in Shana’s eyes promised more surprises and, though nervous, Zoe found herself eager to find out what they might be.

Shana began to kiss her way up Zoe’s arm, which didn’t help with the giggling fit. It felt nice, though, each brush of the lips leaving her skin tingling. Once she reached the shoulder, Shana paused a moment and met Zoe’s gaze, then kissed her mouth again.

Zoe was happy to go for another make-out session. This one didn’t last as long, though, and she was a little disappointed when Shana broke away. That is, until the older girl moved down and started nuzzling her neck, revealing a new kind of pleasure.

“Mm, this is nice,” Zoe said, surprised. “It’s funny. I didn’t think my neck could, like, feel so good.”

“I think you’ll find that most body parts can feel good, if you touch or kiss them in the right manner.” As if to demonstrate, Shana flicked her tongue at Zoe’s earlobe, then sucked on it gently.

“That tickles!” Zoe gasped. “But in a nice way.”

“Yeah? Then how about…” Shana slid her hand over Zoe’s tummy, then higher up until she reached her chest. “…over here?” She traced little circles around one of Zoe’s nipples with a fingertip.

Zoe squirmed a bit. That felt ticklish as well, and sent a shiver through her body. She could feel her nipple stiffen at Shana’s touch. “Yeah… not bad,” she said, uncertainly, embarrassed that Shana was touching her flat chest.

“Just not bad, huh?” Shana sounded slightly disappointed. “I guess you’re still really young. That gets more fun when you get a little more… developed.”

Zoe couldn’t keep her eyes from drifting over to Shana’s breasts. She wondered if hers would look as beautiful one day. “Um, like yours?”

“Yeah. Just like that.”

Zoe hesitated. Did Shana want to be touched there? She wanted to make Shana feel good too, but… She began to raise a hand, then let it drop. No, she couldn’t possibly do that. Could she?

It was like Shana could read her mind. “You can, if you want,” she said, with an encouraging smile.

Heart racing, Zoe brought her hand up again. She wasn’t even sure what to do, but followed Shana’s example and traced a circle around a nipple with her thumb. When Shana breathed in sharply, Zoe got scared and stopped. “Is t-this okay?”

Shana quickly nodded. “Mmmm, more than okay. It feels great, keep going.”

“O-oh.” Reassured, and happy to give Shana pleasure, Zoe resumed her movements. She teased the nipple with her finger for a while, then tried out some other things. She cupped the breast with her hand, the nipple very stiff against her palm, then gave it a little squeeze before starting over with the other one. Shana’s boobs felt nice and firm… and very exciting to play with, she had to admit.

Judging by the happy sounds Shana was making, she was enjoying it a lot too. She was watching Zoe intently, biting her bottom lip, and her breathing was getting a little funny. After a moment, she cupped Zoe’s chin and brought their lips together again.

The kiss felt more urgent this time, more… passionate, maybe that was the word. Shana’s mouth was hungry, and Zoe felt a need of her own growing in response.

“You’re such a little hottie,” Shana breathed as their lips parted.

“T-thanks,” Zoe replied, her voice shaky. She still had trouble believing all this was really happening, that Shana was attracted to her, that this sexy older girl thought she was hot. She wondered what was next. Should she play with Shana’s boobs some more, or kiss her again, or…

Finally, she decided to ask. “Um, so, what else feels good?”

Shana’s eyes shone brightly with excitement. “Well, there’s still the one spot, that place that feels the best of all.” She carefully placed her hand on Zoe’s thigh. “I think you know where that is, right?”

Zoe thought that yes, she did know which spot that was. When Shana’s hand started going up her leg, fingers trailing along her inner thigh, she was even more certain. She found herself short of breath as Shana’s fingers drew closer and closer to her intimate place.

Shana stopped an inch short of her goal, then met Zoe’s eyes. “Is this okay?”

Zoe swallowed. What was she supposed to do? Nobody should be touching her private parts, she knew that, but… this was Shana, who she loved and trusted. And everything they had done up to now had been great. Lost in those beautiful blue eyes, she felt herself nod.

Shana smiled brightly. “You’ll see, it’ll be magical.” She gently brushed Zoe’s privates with a finger, from bottom to top then back again.

The touch felt electric, like a little shock spreading out from between Zoe’s legs. But not a bad one, like if you play with a wall socket, more like a happy jolt of pleasure. She saw Shana waiting for a reaction, and said, “That kinda… tickles.” That wasn’t really the right word, but she wasn’t sure how to describe the feeling.

“But… in a nice way?”

“Y-yeah.”

Shana began to press forward with her finger, slowly sliding it between the little lips of Zoe’s sex. For a moment, Zoe was afraid it was going to hurt because the finger felt rough against her sensitive skin down there, but Shana’s movements were slow and careful. Suddenly that finger seemed to move effortlessly, much to Zoe’s relief, tracing up and down along the opening of her slit.

Shana flashed a knowing smile. “Mmmm. Yeah, I’d say you’re definitely enjoying this.”

Zoe felt like she was missing some kind of joke, but her mind was on other things. She was enjoying it, that much was certain. In fact, it seemed to be feeling better and better, and she found herself very disappointed when Shana suddenly took her hand away. Puzzled, she glanced up at the older girl.

Shana sat up straight on the couch, opened her legs, and patted the spot in front of her. “Here, sit between my legs.”

Zoe seated herself as indicated, leaning back against Shana. “Like this?” She could feel Shana’s hard nipples poking at her back.

“Just like that,” Shana said, bending down to kiss Zoe’s cheek, her ear and her neck, making her giggle. Then that hand was back between Zoe’s legs, a finger between the little lips there, and the giggles turned to a moan.

Zoe was beginning to see what was “magical” about this. She wasn’t even sure what Shana was doing to her, but it felt so good, especially when the girl’s finger brushed the top of her privates.

Little cries kept escaping Zoe’s lips, even though she didn’t mean for them to. The craziest thing was that the pleasure just kept building up. It had been pretty nice at first, but now it was… so much more. It felt like what those butterflies had been waiting for all along.

Shana’s fingers moved faster now, and there was a pressure growing in Zoe’s belly. With some alarm, she realized it was beginning to feel kind of like… “Uh, wait. Shana. Stop.”

Shana’s movements quickly paused. “What’s wrong, baby?” she asked, concern in her voice.

“I feel, uh… I think I need to go to the bathroom.”

Shana chuckled. “Ooh, I see. No, it’s okay. You won’t pee, don’t worry.” She resumed moving her fingers. “It’s normal. Just let it come, it’ll be wonderful.”

Zoe still felt a little anxious, but she trusted Shana, and tried to relax. That strange pressure continued to build, but with it came more and more pleasure. How could this feel so good? What was it leading to? Her whole body grew tense, and she was beginning to think she couldn’t take much more. Then there was a kind of crazy surge in her body, and she stopped thinking altogether.

Her hands gripped Shana’s thighs and her back arched as the best feeling she’d ever had filled her, wave after wave of pure pleasure spreading out from between her legs. She’d never imagined anything like this. It seemed to go on and on, leaving her breathless.

After some time—it felt like a while, but Zoe wasn’t sure, it might have been only a few seconds—the intense sensations faded away, and she slowly became aware of her surroundings once again. She was panting, and Shana was holding her tightly, nuzzling her hair.

“What… wow. That was… amazing. What was that?” Zoe said, the words clumsy on her lips.

“That, my darling, is called an orgasm. Or coming,” Shana explained, then leaned over to kiss Zoe’s cheek. “And it’s the best thing in the world, isn’t it?”

Zoe laughed, still feeling giddy from the experience. “I… yeah, I’d say so. It was… wow. I didn’t know something could feel so good.”

“I take it you never touched yourself like that, huh?”

“N-no.” Could she make herself feel like that? “Sometimes in the bath, it feels a little funny when I wash, like, down there, y’know? But I never did it for long… and it never felt like that.”

“Yeah, it’s better if you’re already turned on… and I’d say it’s generally better if someone else does it for you. For my part, I’m honored to have given you your very first orgasm,” Shana said, giving Zoe a big hug.

Giggling, Zoe shifted around to face Shana, and hugged her back. “Thank you.”

“Oh, it was my pleasure, believe me.” Shana gave Zoe a soft peck on the lips, then her smile turned playful. “Want another?”

Zoe let out a surprised laugh. “Now?” She’d barely recovered from the first one… but seeing the look in Shana’s eyes—that sexy sparkle of excitement that she was beginning to know well—made her all tingly again, and she grinned back. “Yeah!”

“Good.” Shana gave her another kiss. “Let’s go to my room this time.”

Doing it in Shana’s own bed sounded even more thrilling. Zoe bounded to her feet, but she soon realized that her legs were all weak and shaky, and she had to windmill her arms to keep from falling onto the coffee table.

“Whoa, careful there,” Shana said, reaching out to steady Zoe. “You’ll usually feel a little wobbly after coming. It’s normal, but take care and don’t break your neck.” She chuckled, as if she’d suddenly thought of something funny. Without warning, she put an arm under Zoe’s knees and another at her back, and lifted her straight off the ground. “Let me help you, my lady,” she said, grinning.

Wrapping both arms around Shana’s neck, Zoe buried her face against the other girl’s chest, laughing. She was a little old to be carried around like a baby, but if it was Shana doing the carrying, she didn’t mind too much. She imagined herself as a princess being carried by a noble lover, and felt her cheeks heat up at the thought.

On to Part Three!

By No One

The school bus was filled with loud chatter and excited cries on this Friday afternoon, everyone looking forward to getting home for the weekend. Zoe shared the feeling, but things were getting a little too noisy for her taste so she put her earbuds in to drown out the racket with the awesome music of Shana Belle, her favorite singer.

The catchy melodies soon had Zoe completely forgetting her surroundings, as they often did. She found herself mouthing the words to the lyrics—she knew every line by heart, of course. She must have listened to this album a million times already, but it never got old.

It took her a moment to realize that Nancy, her fourth-grade classmate sitting next to her, was trying to get her attention. Zoe pulled out one earbud. “Huh? What?”

“I said, ‘What are you listening to?’ ”

On the bench in front of them, Zoe’s best friend Jen turned around to face them, rolling her eyes. “Do you even have to ask? She only ever listens to one thing.”

Zoe shrugged. “Shana’s the best. Why would I want to hear anything else?”

“Shana Belle, huh? Yeah, she’s cool,” Nancy said. “But I like Taylor Swift better.”

“What? No way.” This was an argument Zoe had engaged in many times. Taylor seemed to be the more popular of the two for some reason, but Zoe couldn’t imagine why. “I mean, Taylor is okay and all, but Shana is… is…” She struggled to find the right words to express how amazing Shana was. “Her music shows artistry and depth rarely seen in other pop starlets,” Zoe finally said, with an air of authority. It was a line she’d picked up from a magazine, but Nancy didn’t need to know that.

“You’re not gonna win this one,” Jen told Nancy. “Ever seen Zoe’s room? It’s like, Shana posters on every wall, stack of magazines about Shana—who even reads magazines anymore?—all the CDs and the records, a Shana calendar, even. Shana Shana Shana.”

Nancy laughed. “Big fan, huh?”

“I’m surprised she’s not wearing one of her Shana shirts right now.”

“Um, they’re all in the laundry,” Zoe admitted, now a bit embarrassed. So maybe she was a little obsessed. Still, Shana was so pretty, why wouldn’t Zoe want to be surrounded by her pictures? “Well, you’re just jealous of my cool room.”

Jen rolled her eyes and looked like she was about to shoot back something, but Zoe forestalled her. “Anyway! This is my stop, see ya on Monday.”

The other girls made their goodbyes, and Zoe stepped off the bus. She walked the short distance to her apartment building and climbed the stairs two by two up to the third floor, where she lived. She was met with a delicious smell, making her stomach growl. Her mom had Fridays off, and she usually spent part of the day preparing food in advance for the coming week.

“Hi, Mom!” Zoe called out as she took off her shoes and coat.

“Hey, honey. How was school?”

“Good, I guess. There was a test in math, but I think I did okay.” Zoe entered the kitchen, where her mom was indeed busy preparing food—meatballs, by the looks of it. Looking in the pantry cabinet, she was tempted by the box of chocolate chip cookies, but she knew what the reaction would be—”Zoe, you’re gonna spoil your dinner!”—so she grabbed a banana instead.

“That’s good,” her mother replied, stirring a large pot of marinara sauce. “Any homework for the weekend?”

“Nope.” When her mom gave her a skeptical look, she added, “No, really! There was a grammar worksheet, but I did it during lunch break. Um, do you need help with that?” She nodded towards the food, but she was reasonably confident that doing her homework early and actually offering to help would net her enough Good Girl points to get out of chores.

Her mom smiled. “Thanks, but I got it. You can go play until dinner.” As expected.

Zoe pondered how to spend the rest of the afternoon. Maybe watch some TV, or read a magazine. Re-read, more like. She did, in fact, have a big stack of magazines featuring Shana Belle, and she’d pored over each one a hundred times, memorizing every detail about her idol.

Recently, she’d gotten a new one that wasn’t exactly what she had expected, though. She’d spotted it on the rack at the grocery store and noticed a feature about Shana in it, so of course she’d begged to have it. Used to requests like that, her mom didn’t pay much attention to the mag and put it in her cart.

Once home, Zoe had excitedly leafed through her new mag until she found the article about Shana, and found that it was actually a whole photoshoot. And the clothes were kind of… skimpy. Glamour, the mag called it. There was Shana in a bikini, and one where she wore only a small tank top and panties, and some that were even more revealing.

Zoe had never seen Shana quite like that before, and was fascinated by these provocative shots. Shana had to be the most beautiful person in the world. Zoe wasn’t too sure she liked the idea that just anyone could see these intimate photos, but had to admit that she enjoyed looking at them herself. They made her feel a little funny for some reason, like butterflies in her tummy.

Her favorite was one where Shana was wearing tiny shorts and some kind of jacket with nothing underneath. Only her beautiful dark hair falling over her chest kept her boobs from view… though not completely. Just thinking about it made Zoe’s heart skip a beat, though she couldn’t exactly explain why.

That magazine seemed like a fine way to pass the time right now. She kept it hidden under the whole pile because she wasn’t sure what her parents would think of it. As she was walking towards her room, though, the phone rang.

“Sweetie, can you get that? My hands are all dirty here.”

“Okay!” Zoe made her way to the living room and picked up the phone. “Hello?”

“Hello! Can I speak to Miss Zoe Price, please?” It was a man’s voice that Zoe didn’t recognize. He sounded strangely enthusiastic, like someone you might hear doing a TV commercial.

“Um, that’s me,” Zoe hesitantly answered. Nobody had ever called her “miss” before.

“Good! The same Zoe Price who participated in Star Magazine’s ‘Meet Shana Belle’ contest?”

Zoe gasped. She had nearly forgotten about that contest. She’d filled out an entry months ago, but had never really expected to hear back about it. “Y-yes! Did… did I win?”

“You just might have! If you can answer the following question, which only a true fan of Shana Belle would know.”

Zoe’s stomach twisted into knots. A question. She had to answer this correctly. This was it, the most important moment of her life. A chance to meet Shana! If she missed it, she might just die. No, she had this. She knew everything there was to know about Shana. Favorite food, childhood nickname, every single word of her lyrics. Everything. But what if he asked something weird about recording studios or producers or whatever? Zoe didn’t really care about that stuff.

She was starting to panic when the man continued. “The question is… How old is Shana Belle?”

Zoe blinked. “Is that it?” she couldn’t help asking. That was his big question? What kind of idiot wouldn’t know that?

“Yes, that’s the question. How old is Shana? Do you know?”

“Of course I know. She’s 23. Her birthday is April 16th, so she’ll be 24 in three months,” she added for good measure.

“Zoe.”

“Y-yes?”

“That’s… correct! You have just won a trip to Los Angeles for yourself and a person of your choice, to meet Shana Belle and hang out with her for a day, then attend one of her concerts from a front-row seat!”

“Omigod omigod omigod! For real? Like, the real real Shana?” Zoe blurted out. It seemed like a silly thing to say, but she knew that, for instance, if you went to Disney World, you didn’t meet the real Mickey Mouse. Of course, Shana wasn’t a cartoon character, so that was probably a little different.

“The real Shana! Now, it says here you’re nine years old, is that right?”

“Yes. But I’ll be ten soon. My birthday is a week after Shana’s, isn’t that cool?”

“Very cool. But I’m going to need to talk to your parents to get permission, and sort out the details.”

“Okay, hold on.” She ran to the kitchen, waving the phone wildly. “Mom, Mom! I won! I won!”

Zoe’s mom raised her eyebrows in surprise. “What? Won? Who is that on the phone? I heard you shouting.”

“The Shana contest! Remember? I won!”

“Oh, really? Hang on a minute.” She washed her hands, then picked up the phone. “Hello?”

For a minute or so, all Zoe heard was “yes” and “uh-huh” from her mom, who finally asked, “And this is all expenses paid?” She seemed relieved at the answer.

Zoe wasn’t really listening anymore, though. All she could think about was that she was going to meet Shana. Beautiful, amazing Shana. This was the best day of her life. Well, for now. The day she went to L.A. would be even better.

* * *

The month-long wait before the trip had been a test in endurance, but now, finally, Zoe was stepping off the plane in Los Angeles. It was the first time she’d ever flown, and not only once, but twice—since there was no direct flight from her home state, they’d had to stop in Denver.

Mostly, she’d enjoyed the experience. It had been very impressive to watch the ground and everything on it get smaller as the plane rose into the sky. A sudden bout of turbulence had been pretty scary, though, and she’d had to hold tightly to her mother’s hand.

They’d left at 7 a.m. amid light snow, and now, almost six hours later, it wasn’t even noon, and warm enough to go out wearing a t-shirt. Zoe understood why, of course, but it still seemed magical to her.

“Well, here we are,” her mother said. “Someone is supposed to be waiting for us near the exit.”

Zoe wished she could have brought along her friend Jen—even if the girl didn’t appreciate Shana as much as she should—but the contest prize was only for two people, and a pair of fourth-graders really couldn’t have traveled without an adult. Even Zoe’s dad had to stay home, as they couldn’t spare the money for an extra plane ticket.

Still, now that she was here, Zoe was super excited, literally bouncing up and down with enthusiasm. They fetched their luggage, then she had some fun sitting on her suitcase and rolling around in the giant hallways of the airport. That is, until she nearly crashed into another group of tourists, and her mom made her stop.

When they exited the terminal, there was a crowd of people waiting, some holding signs with names on them, just like she’d seen in movies. It took a moment, but they finally spotted a man who had their names printed on his sign, and went over to him.

“Welcome to Los Angeles,” he said. “My name is Matthew. Please follow me, and we will be right on our way.” He had a British accent and was wearing some kind of chauffeur’s uniform, also like in the movies.

“Do you know Shana?” Zoe asked him as they walked.

“Yes, indeed. I am Miss Belle’s driver and personal assistant.”

“You must be around her a lot, then. You’re so lucky.” When the man didn’t comment, she added, “Are we gonna see her soon?”

“Yes, quite soon. We will be picking her up from the recording studio on our way to her estate.”

Matthew led them to the parking garage, and Zoe’s eyes went wide when she saw what awaited them there. Not just a fancy car, as she might have expected, but a real limousine. It was by far the biggest car she’d ever seen in person, and now it looked like she was about to ride in it.

“Miss,” Matthew said as he opened the door and motioned her in.

Zoe climbed into the car carefully, looking around in amazement. “Wow!” The passenger area was bigger than her parents’ entire car. The “back seat” was shaped like a U and actually covered three sides of the limo. There was even a TV! She sat down on one side, then her mom got in as well, taking the spot in front of Zoe and looking rather impressed herself.

“We will be on our way shortly. There is a minibar with some snacks in the back, feel free to take anything you want,” Matthew said before closing the door.

Curious, Zoe looked around and spotted the tiny fridge above the seat on one side. She scooched over to take a look and found it contained water bottles, different kinds of pop, and various kinds of candy. With a sheepish smile at her mom, she grabbed a Kit Kat bar. “Want anything, Mom?”

“Just a water. Thanks, honey.”

As she nibbled at her candy, Zoe watched the scenery outside stream by, the buildings getting bigger and taller as they drove into downtown L.A. Many were bigger than anything she’d seen back home.

Zoe was growing more and more nervous as they got closer to their destination. She was about to meet Shana. The Shana Belle. A genuine superstar, and just about the most important person in Zoe’s life… other than her parents and close friends. Probably.

What if she said something stupid, or made a fool of herself? She wasn’t even sure if she should call her “Shana”, or “Miss Belle” as Matthew did. Or maybe by her real name? Her head full of Shana trivia, Zoe knew that “Shana Belle” was just an artist name, of course, but she wasn’t sure what people called her behind the scenes.

Worse, what if Shana didn’t even want to hang out with some silly kid? Maybe she’d had to do the contest for publicity, or maybe she thought someone more interesting would win. What if she saw Zoe as an annoying brat?

Her mind occupied by these doubts, Zoe was startled when the car finally stopped in front of a tall skyscraper. Frantically, her eyes scanned the people on the sidewalk. Was Shana here?

There, at the back, leaning against the building, Zoe recognized her instantly, even with sunglasses on—she’d spent enough time gazing at Shana’s pictures to know her anywhere.

Shana straightened up and began moving towards them when she noticed the limo pull up. She was beautiful, of course. Her curly dark hair falling down her back, her slim figure and long legs, everything about her seemed perfect. Zoe had thought more than a few times that Shana must be what an angel looked like.

Shana was wearing a simple t-shirt and shorts, not unlike something Zoe might wear herself on a summer day—though she had jeans on at the moment, because it had been winter when she left that morning. It was a far cry from the fancier—or more revealing—outfits that Zoe had seen Shana wear, but it was actually nice to see the star in everyday clothes, and of course, they still looked fantastic on her. Zoe glanced down at her own chest, wondering if it was tacky of her to wear a Shana shirt today.

Shana was speaking on a phone as she came forward. Zoe felt that there should be a red carpet or something under her feet. Maybe that was more for coming out of a limo at some big event, but still, Shana deserved it. The people on the sidewalk didn’t even seem to recognize her, that was crazy.

As Shana came close, Zoe could hear the last part of her conversation. “Look, I don’t give a fuck if it’s complicated. What am I paying you for? Just make it happen.”

A quick glance sideways reassured Zoe that her mother hadn’t heard the curse word. That was probably for the best. Shana sounded really mad, though. That couldn’t be good. There was no way that she’d be in the mood to hang out with some kid she didn’t even know.

Zoe nervously watched as her idol climbed into the car, but to her great relief, Shana took one look at her then flashed a bright smile.

“Hey there. You must be Zoe.” Shana took off the sunglasses, revealing her beautiful blue eyes. “I’m Shana,” she added with a wink. “Cool shirt. That’s actually my favorite design.”

Zoe giggled and shook the offered hand. Touching the real, actual Shana Belle sent those familiar butterflies to her belly and got her tongue all tied up, so she only managed to nod. She could barely believe this was happening. Shana was just as beautiful in real life.

“I’m Helen, Zoe’s mother. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Belle,” her mom said.

“Oh, please, it’s ‘Shana.’ Nice to meet you.” After shaking hands, Shana turned back to Zoe. “You two had a nice morning, I hope? Flew in?”

“Yes.” Nervous to be talking to her heroine, Zoe’s voice came out as an embarrassing little squeak, so she cleared her throat and tried again. “Yes. It was really cool! My first time flying, ever. We could see the clouds below us and everything! Um, I didn’t like it so much when the plane got all shaky, though…”

Shana smiled. “Yeah, turbulence can be scary at first, but you get used to it. It’s not dangerous. Trust me, I’ve taken the plane hundreds of times and never crashed, not even once.”

Zoe laughed and nodded. Of course, Shana had to have flown so many times for media appearances and touring that there wasn’t anything new Zoe could tell her about it. She tried to think of something interesting to say to fill the silence, but could only come up with, “So, um… how was your morning?”

“Hmm, pretty good, I guess, all things considered. Some annoying crap to deal with, but we finally finished recording the new single, so that’s a relief.”

Zoe gasped. “A new single?”

“Ah, yeah. I guess that’s not public knowledge yet. It should be out in a month or two.” Shana considered Zoe for a moment, a sly smile growing on her lips. She fished in her handbag and pulled out a small USB drive. “Say, I happen to have it right here. Would you like to be the first person in the world to hear it?”

“Omigod yes!” Zoe couldn’t believe her luck.

Shana chuckled at her enthusiasm. “Now, this isn’t the final mix yet. There’s still some… fiddling around left to do, so it probably won’t sound exactly like this when it’s out on Spotify or whatever, but it should give you a good idea.”

“That’s okay!”

Shana plugged the drive into a music system that Zoe hadn’t even noticed, off to one side—this car really had everything!—and after a few seconds, the song started playing.

Zoe was all ears as the first notes came out of the car speakers, taking in the new piece of music. It was beautiful, of course, as she would have expected. A little slower and more melancholy than usual, but still recognizable as Shana’s style. She listened to the whole thing without saying a word, her attention entirely focused on the song.

“Well, what do you think?” Shana asked after it was over.

“Wow, it was soooo good! Kinda different, but still really great. Thank you so much for letting me hear it.” Zoe already felt like listening to the song all over again.

Shana smiled. “You are very welcome. And thank you, I’m glad you liked it so much. I’m thinking the piano should probably be just a smidge softer in that quiet part, though, and the chorus… Well, anyway, I won’t bore you with those details.” She seemed to be taking notes on her phone as she spoke.

“I guess that’s the song I’ll be hearing over and over for the next few months, then,” Zoe’s mom said, apparently trying to be funny.

“Mom! That’s rude,” Zoe hissed. She couldn’t believe her mother would embarrass her in front of Shana like that.

But Shana only laughed. “It just might be, sounds like it’s already a hit with Zoe here. Sorry about that.” She winked at Zoe before turning back to her mom. “Um, you know, come to think of it, this must all be pretty boring for you. Now, this is just a thought, but… My favorite day spa is on our way, best in the city. If you want, we could drop you off there, pick you back up for dinner. Get an afternoon of massages, facial, manicure, all that good stuff. I’m a member there, so it won’t cost you a dime.”

Her mom’s eyebrows rose up, as did Zoe’s, but probably for different reasons. Could she really spend the afternoon alone with Shana, without her mom there to say stupid things and annoy them? That would be so awesome.

“Oh, well, that all sounds really nice, but… I don’t really think I should leave Zoe,” her mom said, though she seemed to be very tempted by the offer.

“It’s not a problem. It’ll just be the two of us, I’ll be sure to keep an eye on her. We’ll probably do karaoke all afternoon or something. What do you think, Zoe?”

“Karaoke together? Ooooh, yes! That would be so cool!” Singing with Shana sounded just like a dream. In fact, Zoe was sure she’d dreamed about that before.

Her mom looked less than enthusiastic about the prospect of karaoke, though. In fact, Shana might have just said the exact thing that was needed to convince her to leave them alone. “Um, yes, that’s not really my kind of thing… and I’ve never been to one of those nice spa places before… Hmmm, well, Zoe, do you think it would be okay if—”

“Yes! It’s fine,” Zoe quickly interrupted.

Maybe she’d been a little too eager, because her mom gave her a look, but then she nodded. “Well, it looks like that’s settled, then. Thank you for the generous offer, Shana.”

“Oh, my pleasure. Don’t worry about it.” Shana pushed a button on the car door. “Matthew, could you make a stop by the spa? We’ll be dropping Helen off there.”

“Of course, Miss Belle,” came the reply through the speakers.

A few minutes later, the car stopped in front of a fancy-looking building. “You can leave the luggage here, just take what you need with you. Matthew will make sure it gets to your hotel room.” Shana pressed the button again. “Matthew, can you go in and set things up so that she’s all covered on my membership? Oh, and get her phone number, okay?”

“Certainly.”

“Thanks.” Shana turned back to Zoe’s mom. “We’ll text you with the dinner plans.”

“Sounds good. Thank you, again. Well, sweetie, I’ll see you later, okay?”

Her mom still looked unsure whether she was doing the right thing, so Zoe gave her a big reassuring hug. “Okay, cool! Have fun, Mom!”

The car door closed, and now she was alone with Shana, sitting right next to her. The singer smiled, and Zoe’s heart skipped a beat. Stop being weird, she told herself. She looked around, trying to find something to say. “This car is so cool. Do you always ride in it?”

Shana chuckled. “Oh, no. It’s a bit much for everyday use, you know? I only use a limo to make a big entrance at some events… or to impress a special guest.” She winked at Zoe, then reached out to brush her cheek.

Zoe felt her face grow warm. Special guest, she liked that. But being so close to Shana made her feel all kinds of weird. Blown away that she was meeting her idol, too shy to actually speak to her, and… other feelings that she couldn’t quite put into words.

Luckily, Shana seemed to be the exact opposite: completely at ease and happy to carry the conversation. “So, are you looking forward to the show tonight?”

Zoe’s excitement quickly got the better of her shyness. “Yes! Omigod, I’ve been wanting to see you in concert for so long! But, um, you never play near where I live…”

“Oh? Where’s that again?”

“North Dakota.”

Shana made a face. “Ah, yeah, um, that’s not really on the typical tour itinerary… Hmm, an untapped market, maybe?”

“I would so go!”

“Then it would be worth it. I’ll look into it.” Shana gave Zoe’s thigh a quick pat. “What songs do you most want to hear tonight?”

As their car resumed its journey, Zoe gushed about her favorite songs, her reserve soon fading away. To her delight, Shana assured her that many of those were on the setlist for the show.

After a twenty-minute ride, the car turned into a wide driveway. Distracted by the conversation, Zoe hadn’t been paying much attention to her surroundings, but now she took a look outside and was very impressed to see the large mansion they were driving towards. It looked like something out of a movie. “Wow! That house is huge!”

“Welcome to Beverly Hills,” Shana said, amused by her reaction. She got out of the car and held the door open for Zoe.

Eyes wide, Zoe looked around at everything while Shana gave some instructions to the driver, who left soon after on some errand or other. The two-story house could probably contain the small apartment she shared with her parents five times over, if not more. She wondered what someone did with so much space.

Zoe was no expert in architecture, but the building looked very modern to her, with large windows everywhere. The yard was beautifully arranged as well, with lots of trees, and hedgerows all around.

Shana came up from behind, putting a hand on the small of Zoe’s back. “Well? Want a tour?”

“Yes!” Zoe followed Shana inside, a bounce in her step. She was having trouble containing her excitement.

The front door opened onto a giant area that combined living room, dining room and kitchen into one open space. All the furniture looked refined and expensive, though Zoe didn’t really know much about that stuff. The entire back “wall” was made of windows, giving a nice view of the backyard and the large pool it contained. This room alone was bigger than Zoe’s entire apartment.

Shana led her around, showing off the rest of the floor, which included a practice room with a big piano, a number of well-furnished bedrooms, and no less than three huge bathrooms.

When they returned to the main area, Shana made a vague gesture towards a spiral staircase leading to the second floor. “And up there is… I dunno. More rooms, I guess?”

Zoe laughed, though she wasn’t quite sure if Shana was kidding or not. “Your house is so big that you haven’t seen all of it?”

“Well, I might have been there once or twice,” Shana replied with a wink. “To be honest, most of the time, I live in my apartment in New York. This place here, I guess it seemed like a good idea when I bought it. Like, ‘oh, look at me, I’ve made it big,’ but all that celebrity status stuff is kinda B.S. when you think about it. I mean, the place is nice and all, but… it’s not really me, you know?” She shrugged. “Though it is great for throwing parties.”

Zoe nodded slowly. “Yeah, um… I think I get it. Like, even if I had lots of money, maybe I wouldn’t want something so big. It looks real nice, but I think I’d like a place that’s more… I dunno, cozy?” She hoped she didn’t offend Shana by saying that.

But Shana only grinned. “See? You’re smarter than me.”

Zoe smiled back, flattered that Shana was confiding in her. She’d read tons of interviews with the singer, of course, but this sounded more personal than what Shana usually said publicly. And it didn’t feel like the star was talking down to her, or treating her like a kid, either.

“Well, anyway,” Shana continued, “how about that karaoke?”

“Oh, yeah!”

Shana led Zoe to the section of the room where there was a couch in front of an enormous TV. Usually, when Zoe and her friends felt like doing karaoke, they would simply load up videos on YouTube, but Shana actually had her own karaoke machine with a microphone and everything—now that was money well spent.

“So, pick the song you want,” Shana said, handing Zoe the controller after setting up the system.

Zoe looked through the list of available songs—there were a lot!—and finally selected “Shooting Star.” It was one of Shana’s, of course, and quite possibly Zoe’s favorite song, though there were a few other contenders.

Shana simply smiled and held the microphone out to Zoe.

Reaching out for it, Zoe suddenly froze. The realization had just hit her that she would need to actually sing in front of Shana. All at once, she found herself extremely self-conscious about her abilities.

“Want me to start?” Shana asked, and Zoe was quick to nod.

As soon as the first lines were sung, it became obvious just how talented Shana was. Zoe had known that, of course, but she’d also heard that many pop stars used tricks in the studio to make their voice sound better. Clearly, that wasn’t the case with Shana. With no warm-up or anything, the singer sounded just as perfect as she did on the albums.

Zoe stared, captivated, as Shana sang the first few verses of the tune. It was like her own private show. Even if there wasn’t an actual concert that night to look forward to, the trip would have been worth it for this moment.

Shana glanced at Zoe and winked. “Sing the chorus with me, don’t be shy.”

Zoe got closer to the mic and, in a hesitant voice, began singing the words that she knew so well. She’d done so by herself many times before, but it was a very different experience when the person who wrote the song was standing right next to you. Her voice sounded so weak and unsteady next to Shana’s, she was afraid that she was only embarrassing herself.

But Shana smiled, giving an encouraging nod. That boosted Zoe’s confidence, and she slowly let herself be drawn in by the music. Her voice gained in assurance, and soon enough she was enjoying the duet with her idol. She even sang the last verse by herself.

“Not bad at all,” Shana said once the song was over.

“No way.” Zoe hid her face in her hands, giggling. Shana was probably just teasing her.

“No, really. You’re pretty good, especially when you relax and start having fun. You can’t find your true voice if you’re all nervous.”

Zoe smiled at the compliment. She didn’t think she had a future as a singer, “true voice” or not, but it was still a lot of fun to pretend. And she’d be able to say she sang with Shana Belle, how cool was that?

“Wanna try another?” Shana asked.

Nodding, Zoe put on another of Shana’s songs, something more rhythmic this time.

Shana began dancing—not choreographed like in her video clips, just casually moving around to the beat. Even so, her movements were graceful and alluring. The swaying of her hips, in particular, grabbed Zoe’s attention, and it took her a moment to realize that Shana was motioning for her to join in.

Feeling some heat on her cheeks, Zoe jumped to her feet. She wasn’t even sure why she’d been staring like that, but hoped that Shana didn’t think she was weird. Trying to act casual, she began moving along to the music, mostly imitating what Shana was doing—though with a lot less elegance.

They danced and traded verses, and soon Zoe had forgotten her momentary discomfort. She was having the time of her life singing with Shana. They went through a few more songs, and she bounced around, and sang at the top of her lungs, and it was a ton of fun.

“You don’t have to pick only my songs, you know,” Shana said after the fourth or fifth one of hers that Zoe had selected.

“But they’re the best!”

“Aww. Thanks, sweetie.”

“But okay, um, let’s see…” Zoe looked through the list to see if something by another artist would catch her eye, just to switch it up. In the end, she settled on “I Love Rock ‘n’ Roll,” the Joan Jett song. It was one of her dad’s favorites, and she’d always liked it too.

“Oh yeah, love this one,” Shana said when the recognizable guitar riff came on. It was her turn on the mic, so she began singing the first few lines. She winked as she changed “he” to “she” in the lyrics, making the song about a girl instead of a guy.

Giggling, Zoe did the same for the next verse. It made sense, they were the ones “singin’ that same old song” together, after all.

They took turns with the verses, then sang the famous chorus together. Shana began banging her head to the catchy guitar lick, and Zoe soon imitated her, laughing all the while. By the time the song was over, all that dancing and moving around had made her work up a sweat.

“Phew,” Zoe said, shaking the front of her shirt to try to cool off.

Shana chuckled. “Now try that for two hours under big spotlights.”

Zoe felt exhausted just thinking about it. She’d never really thought about how demanding it must be to perform a concert. “How do you do it?”

“Practice, and regular workouts, mostly.” Shana shrugged as if it was no big deal.

“Oh, yeah, I guess you must practice like this all the time… Sorry, this must be kinda boring for you.”

“No, no, it’s fine. It’s nice to sing just for the joy of it sometimes, y’know? And with a good partner, too.” Shana winked. “This is fun. I’m glad I picked you for the contest.”

Zoe was delighted at the compliment, then a little confused. “Wait, picked? Wasn’t it a random draw?”

“Oh, well… sorta.” Shana looked a little embarrassed. “Okay, don’t tell anyone, but I had to insist on getting the right to veto the contest winner. ‘Cause, like, imagine if some creepy old guy won it, and then I’d have to spend the whole day with him? No way. So in the end, what they did is they drew three entries at random, and I got to choose one as the winner.”

“Oooh. That makes sense.” Zoe could see how it might be very awkward to be forced to hang out with some random person. She couldn’t help grinning, overjoyed to know that Shana had chosen her personally.

Shana nodded towards the windows at the back of the house. “So anyway, how about a soak in the pool to cool down?”

The idea sounded wonderful, but there was one problem. “Oh, um… I didn’t think to bring a swimsuit,” Zoe admitted. “It’s still winter back home.”

Shana shook her head. “Came to California without a swimsuit, huh?”

Zoe rubbed the back of her neck, feeling silly. “I kinda packed in a hurry before bed yesterday…”

“Well, that’s okay…” A mischievous smile spread on Shana’s lips. “We could just go skinny-dipping, if you’re game.”

Zoe’s eyes went wide with shock. Go swimming in the nude? She’d never done that before… at least not since she was a baby. She was pretty sure she shouldn’t do something like that with a grown-up she’d just met today. But this was Shana, not some weird stranger, so maybe it was okay.

The thing that caught her attention the most, though, was that Shana had said “we”. Did the singer intend to go naked, too? Zoe felt her heart race at the thought, and those butterflies flew around in her tummy, kind of like when she looked at Shana’s skimpy photos in that magazine. This time, though, Shana wouldn’t be wearing anything at all. Her cheeks burned as she imagined it.

“Don’t be shy.” Shana took Zoe by the hand and led her to the back door, which she slid open. “See? Nobody can see us out here,” she said, indicating the hedges and trees blocking the view.

It was true. Though Zoe knew there were other large houses around, only a couple of roofs could be seen. The neighbors wouldn’t be able to see anything in Shana’s yard any more than she could look into their houses.

“But we don’t have to, it’s up to you,” Shana added, shrugging. She watched Zoe, waiting on her decision but showing no sign of impatience.

“Well… okay, I guess.” The whole thing sounded pretty embarrassing but… Zoe had to admit that her desire to see Shana naked was stronger than her sense of modesty. She wasn’t sure how to feel about that. It seemed so weird. One thing that was for sure was that her parents wouldn’t approve. “But, um, don’t tell my mom… “

Shana chuckled. “Deal. I’d probably be in more trouble than you, actually, so… It’ll be our little secret, okay?” she said, extending her little finger.

Giggling, Zoe hooked Shana’s pinkie with her own. “Okay!”

“Good. Let’s get to it then.” Without further ado, Shana grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it off in one quick motion, carelessly tossing it aside next to the pool. Her shorts soon joined the shirt on the tiles, leaving her in a skimpy bra and matching panties.

Zoe stared. Shana was so beautiful, especially when she wore so little, somehow. Zoe couldn’t keep from eyeing every inch of her idol’s body, though she felt a little creepy doing so. In her view, Shana was perfect from head to toe, and the lacy black bra and panties only highlighted that fact. Is she really gonna take ‘em off? she wondered.

As if reading Zoe’s mind, Shana winked then reached behind her back to undo the bra, letting it slide down her arms and drop to the ground. Without a hint of shyness, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pushed them down her long legs.

Zoe tried to look away, as it seemed terribly rude to gawk at someone’s bare body, but she kept stealing glances without meaning to. Shana was the first naked woman she’d gotten a good look at, other than her mother, and she couldn’t help comparing the two. Shana’s breasts were a little smaller, but looked more firm and shapely, and Zoe was puzzled to see that the spot where she’d have expected Shana to have a patch of hair between her legs was as bare as her own.

The strange sensation in Zoe’s belly was growing stronger as she studied Shana’s nude body. It felt like the butterflies were trying to fight their way out, but in a kind of nice way. It was very confusing, she’d never felt that way with anyone else.

Shana took a few steps around the pool to where the water was deeper and dove straight in. Coming up after a few seconds, she turned towards Zoe. “Well? You gonna join me, cutie? The water’s nice!”

Zoe hesitated. Now that it was her turn to undress, it seemed like a big step. Cutie? Did Shana really mean that? She’d never given it much thought before, but now she wished she was more grown-up and looked more like a woman, so maybe Shana would find her beautiful, too.

She slowly unbuttoned her jeans, pushed them down her legs and stepped out of them, did the same with her panties, and finally pulled off her socks. The t-shirt was long enough to cover her private parts, so that wasn’t too embarrassing… but now it was the only thing left to take off. She wanted to turn around, but Shana had undressed without batting an eye, and Zoe didn’t want to seem childish in the eyes of her idol.

Taking a deep breath, she pulled the shirt up and over her head, held it in front of her for a few seconds then, not knowing what else to do, let it drop to the ground. Shana seemed to be watching her intently, which made Zoe even more uncomfortable, but then the young woman smiled and said, “Come on in, sweet stuff!”

It felt really weird to be naked outside, but Zoe tried to ignore it, reminding herself that nobody else could see. There were stairs leading into the in-ground pool, and she carefully went down one step at a time. The water was nice and warm, but still refreshing after all the exercise from earlier.

At the bottom of the stairs, the water was up to her shoulders. Shana swam up to join her, rising out of the water until her breasts were fully visible. Zoe tried not to stare at them, but with little success.

“You good?” Shana asked.

Zoe nodded. “Yeah… I think. It’s kinda weird, being naked, but…”

“But… kinda fun, too?” Shana completed with a wink.

“I guess so.” Zoe giggled. There was a kind of thrill to it.

Shana grinned. “I thought you might enjoy it. So… race you to the other end?”

Zoe gave the older girl a dubious look. “That doesn’t sound fair, your legs and arms are way longer. And um… I’m not a very good swimmer, anyway. I’m a little scared of the deep end,” she admitted.

“Yeah? Well, wanna practice that? I’ll help you.”

“Um… okay.”

“Here, climb on my back,” Shana said, lowering herself into the water so that Zoe could do just that.

Laughing, Zoe wrapped her arms around the young woman’s neck, and Shana began slowly swimming towards the deep end of the pool. The direct skin contact was making Zoe feel funny all over again. She was growing a little lightheaded, being so close to Shana, nestled against her beautiful body.

“Okay, now let go, and just hold on to my shoulder. Try to keep yourself afloat,” Shana said, once they were at the other end of the pool.

Zoe did as she was told. With one hand gripping Shana’s shoulder, she kicked her legs as hard as she could to try to keep from sinking. It was pretty stressful to be in a spot where the water would go over her head if she stopped moving.

Shana chuckled. “Not so fast, you’re gonna tire yourself out. Relax. Your body’s naturally buoyant, you don’t need to make such a big effort to keep floating. Do like me.”

Zoe observed Shana’s calm movements and tried to imitate her. There was a moment of panic as she began to sink but she soon managed to find a good balance between exertion and keeping her head above the water.

“Yeah, much better,” Shana said. “And even easier with both hands.”

Zoe hesitated a moment, scared that if she let go of Shana, she’d immediately plunge to the bottom of the pool. Tentatively, she loosened her grasp on Shana’s shoulder, then released it completely, and to her surprise found that she was staying afloat under her own power. “I… I’m doing it!”

“Very good!” Raising her hands above the water, Shana applauded. “See? It’s not so hard. Now, show me how you swim. Here, I’ll hold you up so it’s easier.”

Zoe felt Shana’s hand on her tummy, lifting her up so she could demonstrate her swimming technique. The touch made the butterflies go even wilder, filling her lower belly with warmth. It felt strangely pleasing, Shana’s hand on her bare skin. Zoe squirmed a little, unsure of how to respond to these new feelings and afraid that Shana might think she was weird, but in the end, she decided to just enjoy the sensation.

She swam around a little, Shana giving her tips on how to improve. Zoe couldn’t keep from grinning. She’d never imagined that one day she would be getting singing and swimming advice from her all-time favorite pop star.

After a while, Zoe was feeling more confident in her swimming abilities. She even swam the length of the pool from the deep end on her own, to Shana’s acclaim.

“Phew. I’m getting kinda tired, though,” Zoe said afterwards.

“Yeah, okay, let’s get out.”

Zoe followed Shana up the steps and out of the pool, getting a good view of the singer’s butt in the process. It was perfectly shaped, just like the rest of her body. Zoe tried to look elsewhere, but it wasn’t easy.

“We can rinse off here,” Shana said, indicating an outdoor shower, the kind they have at public pools. Her house really did have everything. Shana walked under the showerhead and turned on the spray, then motioned for Zoe to join her.

Zoe had assumed they would take turns, but she decided this was even nicer, and stepped beneath the streaming water with Shana. Once again, she had trouble keeping her eyes from exploring the young woman’s body. They seemed to want to take in every detail: the fine legs, the curiously bare private parts, the flat belly, the strangely fascinating breasts… When her gaze drifted higher, she met Shana’s eyes, and suddenly realized that she’d been caught staring.

But Shana only smiled warmly. Apparently she didn’t mind at all, if she even did notice. For a moment, it looked like Shana’s eyes might be doing a bit of wandering as well, but Zoe figured that had to be her imagination.

On to Part Two!

By Purple Les

Almost a whole week had gone by. It was a Friday evening, and Heather and Alice’s mother Sue was going out for a few hours with some friends.

“I’m trusting you to look after things while I’m out, Heather. I know that you won’t let me down.”

“I won’t, Mom,” ten-year-old Heather assured her mother.

Sue turned to her little girl, “And you be a good girl for your big sister, Alice.”

“I promise, Mommy,” the six-year-old replied. She meant it, too.

“Okay, then,” Sue said. “Heather, you know how to reach me if anything comes up. Bye-bye, now. Love you both.” With a kiss for each of her daughters, she left through the front door.

“What do you want to do, kiddo?” Heather asked her little sister. Alice had been bathed and was in her pajamas, while Heather still wore play clothes.

“I wanna play War,” Alice stated.

Heather sighed. She found the card game called War to be fairly dull… but with a shrug, she decided to be nice to her little sister and put up with it.

They sat on the living room floor as Alice got out the deck of cards, shuffled them and counted them out, then they began to play. It was a mindless game, one where each player turned a card up and whoever had the higher card took them both, until one player was out of cards. Sure enough, Heather soon found herself getting bored.

Then they came to a place in the game where both girls turned up the same card, which was where the “war” part took place. According to the rules, the players then put these cards to one side, laid two more face down, then turned over another as a tiebreaker. The winner got all eight cards.

As they prepared to turn their tiebreaker cards, Heather had a very wicked, very intriguing idea.

“Hey Alice, hold up,” Heather asked, “I just thought of something. How about, besides the winner taking the cards, the loser has to take something off?”

Seeing the befuddled look on Alice’s cute face, Heather tried to explain in greater detail.

“So like if I lose this war, then you get the war cards and I have to take off my shirt or socks or something. And if you lose, you take something off.”

“We do that every time we have a war?” Alice asked.

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“How long do we do it for?” Alice was trying to make sure that she understood.

“Till one of us is bare naked,” Heather said, grinning.

Alice laughed at this idea and eagerly said, “Oh. Sure, okay.”

They each turned a card over. Alice had a nine, but Heather had only a five.

Alice laughed with glee as she gathered the cards to her pile and pointing at Heather, saying, “Okay, now take something off.”

Both girls giggled as Heather removed both her socks, leaving her barefoot. Then the game resumed as before.

The next war found Heather losing again — and after a moment’s reflection, she took off her pants. That left her in just panties and a t-shirt. Alice became less giggly as she stole glances at her big sister, thinking about how cool it would be to see Heather naked again.

Their next war came soon after. This time Alice lost, and slipped out of her pajama top. That left the little girl topless, with only her pajama bottoms and panties left to lose. Heather’s eyes kept wandering to her baby sister’s bare chest. I’d love to lick her nipples, she told herself. I didn’t get around to doing that last week.

Several hands and a few wars later, both girls were down to their panties.

They came to another war, and Alice turned over a King. Heather slowly turned her own card over. It was a Jack, and Alice was all smiles. “Whoo!” she squealed, “take ‘em off, big sister!”

I guess I should make this fun. Heather thought. Heck, it is fun. Standing up in front of her wide-eyed little sister, she turned around, pulled her yellow panties down and shook her bare bottom back and forth for a moment. Heather then tugged her knickers back up again and spun around to face a delighted Alice.

“So… you ready to see me bare naked?” Heather purred.

Alice clapped her hands. “Yeah! I wanna see you with nothin’ on.”

“Okay,” Heather said as she grasped the waistband of her panties and began to slowly push them down. Once her vulva was revealed at last to Alice’s hungry eyes, Heather slid her undies all the way down to her feet and stepped out.

“Cool,” Alice breathed, staring in complete awe at her nude sister.

Enjoying this game more with each passing second, Heather posed with her legs apart, letting Alice see everything. Then, unable to resist, she began to play with her smooth slit.

Sitting back down on the floor, the ten-year-old spread her legs even wider, giving Alice a close-up view as she masturbated, running a finger up and down through her juicy cunt.

Heather was beside herself with excitement as she performed for her little sister, putting on a sex show for a child of six… but what happened next thrilled her even more.

Alice shimmied out of her little white underpants. Now just as naked as her big sister, she parted her thighs, putting herself on full display.

“I found something that feels really good,” Alice said. “I just touch this little bump thing up here. See? Like this.” The child spread her tiny vulva open with the fingers on one hand, and with the index finger of the other hand, lightly brushed her tiny clitoris.

Heather copied what her little sister was doing, and soon both girls were watching each other masturbate. They exchanged shy smiles, happy to be sharing something so naughty.

“Heather?” Alice began, “Would you, um, lick me, please? Like Linda did that time?”

Omigod, yes! Heather thought. She’d been thinking about going down on Alice ever since watching Linda do it, but hadn’t had the nerve to make a move on her own sister. “You really want me to do that?” she asked, still fingering her clit.

Alice gave a vigorous nod. “Yeah. Please? If you do it for me, I’ll do it for you. Okay?”

Heather could only stare at the six-year-old, her heart racing. She wants to lick me too? How awesome is that?  

Nervously moistening her lips, the older girl drew closer. “Um, okay. Now, I haven’t done this before, so let me know if I’m doing it right.” Lying down on her tummy, Heather looked closely at the baby-smooth pussy before her. Her little sister’s pussy.

Heather took a deep breath in an attempt to calm her racing heart, then gently kissed Alice’s sex. She paused to sample the flavor, quickly deciding that she liked it, and began to lick and nibble her baby sister.

Alice lay on her back and raised her knees up and cooed and giggled with delight at what Heather’s tongue was doing to her. “Ooooohhh, that feels nice,” she moaned, “D-don’t stop!”

From where she sat, Alice had a lovely view of Heather’s bare butt. It’s so pretty, she decided. Wonder if she’d let me play with it?

But that thought was interrupted by the sudden surge of good feelings between Alice’s thighs. The child’s eyes drifted shut as those sensations grew and grew, then turned into that thing that her sister’s friend Linda did to her last week, something so huge that it stole her breath away.

Like last time, those feelings eventually became too big, and started to tickle. Alice finally told Heather, “You can stop now. That felt good.”

Heather lay back, lightly caressing herself as she drank in the sight of her angelic little sister, content in the glow of her orgasm. I made that happen, she told herself, buoyant with pride.

Once Alice had recovered her breath she said, “Okay, now it’s your turn.”

Heather was very excited, but wasn’t sure if this was right. “You don’t have to if you don’t want, Alice,” she told her little sister.

“No, I wanna do it. Lay down now, and make some room for me.” Alice instructed her big sister, pushing Heather’s feet apart to spread the older girl’s legs. Instead of lying down between them, though, Alice knelt by her big sister’s side, then bent down to place a few shy kisses on Heather’s slit. Deciding she liked the taste, the six-year-old began to lick.

Placing a hand on Alice’s shoulder, Heather said, “Not so hard with your tongue, sweetie. Do it soft. Yeah. That’s good. Mhhh, yeah, keep doing it just like that.”

As Alice went down on her big sister, her flawless little bottom was about a foot or so from Heather’s face. The older girl idly ran her hand over those tender globes, then slid down to fondle Alice’s pussy, much to the child’s delight.

Heather reached a lovely climax of her own, then had Alice stretch out next to her. The sisters cuddled, sharing kisses and words of love.

“That was amazing,” Heather told Alice. “I’ll do this with you anytime you want, kiddo. Just say the word.”

“Okay!” Alice replied. “I’ll prob’ly want to real soon.”

“But not now,” the older girl said, glancing at the clock. “We gotta get dressed before Mom gets home.”

They got back into their clothes, then went downstairs and parked themselves in front of the TV.

When Sue got home, she praised her daughters for being good girls. She was also pleased to see that Heather still seemed to be willing to hang out with her little sister.

***

The next day, Linda came over to play. Linda’s mother Rita came with her, as Sue was hosting a little get-together for some of her grownup friends.

Sue told the girls, “You go upstairs and play. When the party’s over there’ll be some chocolate cake left, and you can each have a piece. If you’re good, that is.”

The girls dutifully promised to behave, then went up to Heather’s room, where they played games for a while. When the sound of grownups laughing and talking could clearly be heard, they knew that it was safe to have some real fun.

“You guys wanna kiss and stuff?” said Linda.

“I’m into it,” Heather declared.

“Can we do it naked?” Alice asked.

Linda and Heather glance at each other in surprise, then they both eagerly said “Yeah!”

Heather closed her bedroom door, then all three girls began to excitedly undress. As the last of their clothes came off, the girls looked closely at each other’s bare bodies.

“Let me see you guys kiss.” Linda said.

Taking her little sister’s hand, Heather lay back on her bed with legs spread wide, Alice on top of her. They began to kiss, and Linda licked her lips as she watched, turned on by the sight of sisters doing sex with each other.

When Heather reached down to fondle Alice’s cute little bottom, Linda couldn’t hold back — she had to masturbate, tracing a finger through her smooth slit. Reaching out, her free hand met Heather’s on Alice’s ass. Linda wanted to do more to that lovely bum than just caress it, though.

She allowed her finger to slip into Alice’s butt crack and move back and forth, stroking the child’s rosebud. Alice was taken aback at first, but quickly decided that she liked having her bottom hole touched. When Linda’s fingertip paused at the cleft of the six-year-old’s anus, Alice pushed back, wanting to feel it inside her.

That caused Alice’s sex to rub against Heather’s, giving both girls great enjoyment, so Alice began to work her hips forward and back, grinding into her big sister. It felt divine.

When the pleasures of cunt against cunt became too powerful, Alice would move her bottom up just a bit to feel Linda’s finger pressing against her tight little butthole. When that felt too good, Alice lowered herself back down onto her sister.

Then, while Alice and Heather were still pushing their pussies together, Linda slid the tip of her index finger into Alice’s anus. She was tight at first — but then the child relaxed, allowing that probing finger to enter her rectum right up to the third knuckle.

Having her asshole and pussy pleasured at the same time proved too much for Alice. Her body jerked violently as she came, crying out loud in delight, then the little girl lay limply on top of Heather.

Heather gave her little sister a tender kiss, carefully moved the child to one side, then beckoned for Linda to join her. Linda eagerly climbed on top of Heather, and they kissed and rubbed their pussies together while Alice watched.

“You guys should lick each other,” Alice said, “Like at the same time.”

Linda liked this idea. She raised herself up, turning around until her beautiful bare cunt was over Heather’s face. Moistening her lips, Heather stared at her friend’s pussy. It’s so pretty, she thought.

Linda felt much the same way. She kissed Heather’s slit, then began to trace the moist opening with her tongue. Firmly grasping Linda’s hips, Heather drew them down so she could lick her friend’s sweet snatch.

Alice moved around on the bed, taking in the hot lesbian action from all angles. First, she watched her sister licking Linda, then she took in the view of Linda going down on Heather.

Reaching her climax first, Linda abruptly rolled away, wrenching her too-sensitive cunt away from her lover’s lips and tongue while she panted for breath. Alice chose to seize the moment, moving in to lick Heather.

Watching a girl of six go down on her own big sister soon had Linda excited all over again, and she remounted Heather, lowering her pussy back down to her friend’s open mouth.

Thrilled to have access to Linda’s juicy slit again, Heather licked eagerly at it until she came herself from the amazing things her little sister was doing to her pussy. Wow, Heather thought, she’s really good at this!

Soon after that, Linda came again on Heather’s face, overwhelmed by the very idea of the wild, dirty things they were involved in.

In the aftermath of their loving, the two ten-year-olds laid side by side, kissing each other and sharing the taste of little Alice’s nectar on their lips. Alice crawled in between the older girls, and they took turns kissing her cute little mouth.

Soon Linda and Heather dozed off, but Alice was still wide awake. Carefully disentangling herself from the older girls, the restless child puttered around the room for a couple of minutes — then she had an idea. It was taking the grownups forever to finish their stupid party, and Alice wanted a piece of that chocolate cake now.

Carefully opening the bedroom door, Alice stepped into the upstairs hallway, still completely nude.

Whispering, “I am now invisible,” Alice walked down the stairs and into the living room, where she saw that all the ladies were in the dining room and kitchen. Most of the grownups had already left, though a few of them seemed to be helping Mom tidy up.

Alice walked up to the dining room table, loving her new power of invisibility. She picked up a dish and put a piece of cake on it — then paused, seeing that there were cookies, too. Unable to resist, she filled the rest of her dish with cookies, then took a fork and a napkin. She turned and began to carefully make her way to the stairs.

The chatting ladies didn’t notice the naked little girl at first. Then a woman saw Alice out of the corner of her eye and nudged one of the others. They were amused by the sight of a naked girl filling her plate with goodies, but didn’t say anything or look directly at her.

But then Linda’s mother Rita saw Alice, and hastened into the kitchen to tell Sue, “You’d better come quick… your little girl is wandering around without a stitch on.”

Alice’s mother was more amused than angry, but still felt she ought to scold her daughter. Leaving the kitchen, she caught up with Alice just as the six-year-old was about to mount the stairs.

“Alice Ann Mitchell! What on earth do you think you’re doing?” Sue cried as she grabbed her daughter’s arm with one hand, taking away the dish of treats with the other.

Shoot, Alice thought, realizing where she’d gone wrong. They couldn’t see me, yeah, but they saw the dish floating through the air. Now Mom knows I can turn invisible.

“I — I didn’t want to wait for cake,” Alice mumbled. “So I turned invisible… but I forgot, you can see me holding stuff. I’m sorry, Mommy.”

“You were… invisible, you said?” Sue asked, puzzled.

Alice gave a sorrowful nod. “I figured out how.”

Clucking her tongue, Sue hustled Alice up the stairs and to her bedroom. “Now get into your pajamas,” she sternly said. Alice quickly obeyed, then Sue added, “Go stand in the corner.” Her lower lip quivering, the child did as she was told. “You stay right there, and don’t dare move an inch till I come back,” Sue pushed the door closed.

As Sue made her way back toward the stairs, she paused to glance through Heather’s open door, and was shocked to see her oldest daughter and Linda lying together naked and entwined, both sound asleep.

Sniffing the air quickly confirmed Sue’s suspicions — the room reeked of sex. She stared at the girls for a long while, pondering the significance of what she saw, then slowly went back downstairs.

Sue arrived in time to say goodbye to the last of the guests, who had gotten their coats and purses. Soon everyone had left except Linda’s mom Rita.

Taking a deep breath, Sue told Rita, “Alice wasn’t the only one who was naked.”

Rita raised an eyebrow, her cheeks flushing a light pink.

Sue felt an urge to draw it out, but couldn’t hold back, “Heather and Linda are asleep on Heather’s bed. They’re both nude, and it’s pretty clear that they were doing something sexual.”

It was a conversation Sue and Rita had engaged in before, usually when they were alone together. The two mothers had been lovers for two years now. At first, quick, casual sex had been enough for them, but soon the two women found themselves growing closer.

One afternoon, as they lay in bed together, Rita asked Sue about any childhood sexual experiences she might have had.

Sue said, “I was maybe eight or so. Me and another girl my age were playing in my room. I don’t know how it started, but she went in my closet and said, ‘Guess what I have on.’ When she came out, her shoes and socks were off. Well, then it was my turn to go in the closet. It turned into a game between us.

“The thing is, we started getting more and more daring about it, stripping down to our underpants, or even completely naked. I found it very exciting, though I wasn’t sure why. We were both having great fun till my mom came in and caught us. She made us feel very guilty about what we were doing, and we never played the game again.” She sighed, then looked up at her friend. “How about you, Rita?”

“Well,” Rita began, “I remember I was around ten. We were camping out in my backyard. There were two girls my age. We were all in our sleeping bags in the tent. We’d slept with our clothes on. You know how it can be, staying up late and having no parents around, right? So one of my friends decided to run around the backyard bare naked. After she’d done it, she talked us into joining her. I’ll never forget how thrilled it made me, being naked with them.”

Though these things had been nothing more than the innocent play of children, both women were quite turned on by their recollections.

The next time they were snuggling together after sex, Rita said, “This may be too weird. If it is, tell me, and I’ll never bring it up again.”

“Go ahead,” Sue said.

Steeling herself, Rita began. “Even though my Linda is ten, I still like to give her baths. Why not? She enjoys it, and so do I. Well, sometimes lately when I bathe my daughter, I… I find myself getting, um, aroused by the sight of her naked. Maybe it reminds me of some of those things when I was a little girl, maybe I’m turning into a pervert.” She gazed evenly at her friend. “Is that too freaky for you, Sue?”

In answer, Sue guided Rita’s hand to her pussy, murmuring, “No… no, it’s not. Feel how wet I am.”

From that time forward, Sue and Rita often discussed and fantasized about sexual situations involving them and their daughters. They would create scenarios where they made love to the girls, and it always seemed to bring a greater intensity to their orgasms. They’d never acted on these impulses, but often felt tempted to.

Now the mothers gazed at one another in disbelief, grappling with the reality of what Sue had just seen upstairs. “Oh, my God,” Rita whispered. “Our daughters are having sex, Sue. Are they just fooling around, or could they really be lovers?”

“Come take a look,” Sue replied, “then tell me what you think.”

The two mothers went upstairs together, tiptoed down to Heather’s door and took turns peering inside.

“Oh, yes,” Rita said, staring at the nude children, nestled together so peacefully on the bed. “I’m sure you’re right, Sue, they’ve had sex for certain. You know,” she added after a brief pause, I caught my little Sean and Linda together just last week.”

“Caught them?” Sue asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Yes, you know, naked together, touching each other’s genitals,” Rita explained. “Oh, it was more a case of kids’ curiosity than anything. I mean, they definitely weren’t having sex. Not like this.” She nodded toward the dozing ten-year-olds.

“Did you… confront your kids, then?”

“I did,” Rita said, “I told them I wasn’t angry, as long as neither of them felt that they were being pressured into doing these things.”

Carefully easing the bedroom door closed, Sue said, “Now, let’s go check on Alice.”

Sue explained to Rita about her youngest daughter’s very vivid imagination, and how Alice seemed to believe she had the power to vanish completely. “I guess that’s why she was naked.”

“Wait, wait,” Rita said, “Do you think that maybe… she was naked before that?”

Opening her mouth to speak, Sue paused. “You mean, was Alice playing sex games with her sister and Linda?”

“You think it’s possible…?”

Sue pursed her lips, lost in thought. “You know, my girls have been spending a lot more time together lately. And last week, Heather and Linda were letting Alice hang out with them. They’d never done that before!”

Fuck,” Rita breathed, her eyes wide. “Making love to Alice. How old is she?”

“Just six,” Sue answered.

“That’s — that’s so wild!”

Sue slowly nodded. “I believe a little chat with my youngest is in order.” She entered Alice’s room, Rita close behind, and found her daughter still standing in the corner.

Folding her arms, Sue said, “Well, young lady… what do you have to say for yourself?”

Alice turned toward her mother, wearing a glum expression. “I’m so sorry, Mommy,” she whimpered. “I promise not to ever be invisible again. Don’t be mad at me, pretty please?”

“I’m not angry with you, sweetheart,” Sue replied. “But you need to understand that being invisible isn’t a nice thing to do. If you can see others and they can’t see you, it’s like you’re spying on them. Okay?”

“Okay, Mommy,” Alice replied, nodding.

Come here, baby girl,” Sue said, extending her arms as she sat down on her daughter’s bed. Alice sat next to Sue, letting herself be drawn into Mommy’s warm embrace. “There’s something else I wanted to talk to you about. Before you turned invisible and came downstairs, were you playing naked games with your sister and Linda?”

“Uh-huh, I was,” Alice began, then realized what she’d just said. “Oh, no!” she cried out in distress. “I was s’posed to not tell! I did a pinky swear!”

Cradling the agitated girl to her, Sue made soothing noises. “Shhhhh, sweetie. Don’t be upset.”

“B-but… Heather an’ Linda, they’re in trouble now, huh? Bad trouble.”

“No, sweetie,” Sue said, swaying to and fro with Alice in her arms. “They think that what they’re doing is wrong, but it isn’t, and I’m not upset with them… or with you. Believe me, Alice, it’s perfectly fine for girls to love other girls.”

“It is?” the child said, gazing up at her mother.

“Yes, absolutely. In fact…” Sue looked up at Rita and the two women exchanged warm smiles. “…Auntie Rita and I love each other that way.”

“Really?” Alice exclaimed. “With your clothes off and, and everything?”

“That’s right, Alice,” Rita said, seating herself on the bed with the others, little Alice in the middle. “Your mother and I have been lovers for two years. We’ve been naked together many times… and I’ll bet we’ve done all the things that you did with Linda and Heather.”

“That’s right, sweetheart,” Sue said. “So it’s okay for you to tell us about what you girls were doing while we had company downstairs. We’d love to hear all about it.”

Alice was still a bit uneasy, but she couldn’t say no, not when Mommy was looking at her with those warm, loving eyes. “Well, first, we took off all our clothes. Then we did kissing, like how grownups do it. Um, and Heather and Linda touched me, down there. Then we kissed each other’s, um, things, and licked them, too. It felt so nice, Mommy! Is it good like that when you and Auntie Rita take your clothes off?”

Sue had to take a long, deep breath before she could speak. Her heart was pounding like a jackhammer. “Yes, sweetie. It’s very good.”

“Wow,” Alice said, a dreamy smile on the child’s lips as she pictured it, Mommy and Auntie Rita, playing the same naughty games she’d just enjoyed with her big sister and Linda.

Getting an idea, she looked back and forth at the two women, then spoke. “Could I maybe, um, take my jammies off and do those things with you guys?”

There was a long stretch of silence as the child’s words rang through Sue’s head. Did she really just ask for permission to…?

Sue turned to look at Rita — and a surge of warmth flowed through her frame when she recognized the need, the wanting in her partner’s expression. She loves the idea… and damn it, so do I.

Taking her daughter’s hand, Sue patted it. “Tell you what, sweetness. Auntie Rita and I will both make love to you — but first, we have to take your powers of invisibility away. Does that seem fair to you?”

“Yes, Mommy,” Alice replied. “But, uh… how do you do that?”

“Leave that to me,” Rita said, reaching out for Alice’s other hand. “I know the magic you need.”

“Let’s take this to my room,” Sue said, rising to her feet. “That bed is big enough for all of us.”

Alice followed the two women to her mother’s bedroom. Her mother shut the door, then said, “Now we need to get bare naked. Not you just yet, Alice. I want to undress you myself.”

The six-year-old watched with increasing interest as Sue and Rita took off their clothes. Alice couldn’t recall ever seeing her mother in the nude before, and was thrilled to finally be getting the chance. She liked seeing their bare breasts, but what really got the little girl excited was the sight of Mommy’s and Auntie Rita’s bare bottoms. Alice found herself longing to touch them. She was puzzled, though, as to why her mother had hair down there, and Linda’s mother didn’t.

Rita and Sue sat together on the bed, their legs spread apart. Alice liked looking at their things. They were bigger than what she or Heather or Linda had. Auntie Rita’s looked like a piece of juicy pink fruit. Why are they so wet? she wondered.

“Now, Alice,” Rita began, “Are you ready to give up your power of invisibility?”

“Yes, I am.” Alice said, “I don’t wanna get in more trouble.”

“Good for you, sweetheart,” Sue said, “Come here.”

Alice approached her mother, who unbuttoned and removed the child’s pajama top, then tugged the bottoms down until they ringed Alice’s feet. That left the little girl’s white cotton panties.

“Can I — would you mind if I took Alice’s panties off?” Rita asked, a quiver in her voice.

“Why, no,” Sue replied, gesturing toward her daughter. “Go right ahead.”

Kneeling before the six-year-old, Rita grasped the waistband with trembling hands, then slid them down very slowly, as if she was uncovering a priceless treasure. As Alice’s baby-smooth slit was revealed to her hungry eyes, Rita whispered, “My God… she’s perfect.”

Alice carefully stepped out of her bedclothes, leaving the child every bit as naked as the grownups. She gave them a bashful smile.

“Very good, Alice,” Rita murmured, then patted the bed. “Get on your hands and knees for me, okay?”

Alice climbed onto the bed and got into the position Auntie Rita wanted. She was facing away from the two women, but could see them reflected in the mirror on her mommy’s closet door.

Now a soft hand was stroking Alice’s bottom. She gave a blissful sigh, very much liking the nice warm feeling of that hand, then shivered as two fingers slipped between her cheeks, tickling her rosebud.

“I’m going to cure you from becoming invisible, I promise,” Alice heard Rita say, “but first, I’ve got to get you ready for it. Don’t worry, this won’t hurt a bit.”

A second hand joined the first, and the child felt her buttocks being gently pried apart. What’s she doing? Alice wondered, then gasped as something warm and moist slid through the crease of her anus. She was confused for a moment, but quickly realized that Auntie Rita was licking her bottom hole.

She was shocked at first, then it felt so good that Alice simply relaxed and let it happen. Then Auntie Rita pulled away, but before Alice could protest, the woman placed the tip of her finger against the little girl’s tight pink asshole and slid it inside.

Seated beside the trembling child, Rita carefully penetrated the girl, going a little deeper with each stroke, moving it in and out very slowly until her finger was buried right up to the first finger joint.

“I need to leave this in your bumhole for a few moments,” Rita explained to her lover’s daughter.

“Does it feel all right, sweetie?” Sue asked. “Doesn’t hurt, does it?”

“No, Mommy.” Alice said in a dreamy voice. “Mmmmm… I like the way it feels.”

Moving closer, Sue pushed Alice’s legs a little further apart, enough for her and Rita to take a good long look at her daughter’s cute little girl pussy. Their eyes met, and the two mothers shared a smile, knowing that they both wanted the same thing.

Rita said, “Alice, since you’ve been such a good girl for us, would you like your mommy and me to lick you?”

“Wow! Honest? Yeah, I’d like that lots,” was Alice’s very enthusiastic answer.

Rita began to withdrew her finger from Alice’s anus. “Ohhhh,” the child pouted. “Are you sure it’s been in there long enough?”

“Well, perhaps just another minute or two. To be sure it works.” Rita turned to Sue who was watching her lover slide a finger back into her six-year-old daughter’s rectum, going a little deeper this time. Alice’s butt clenched, then rose up and down slightly as the child tried to relax.

Reaching out, Sue placed her hand on her daughter’s butt, her fingers brushing Rita’s.

Pointing to the right-hand side of the bed, Rita told Sue, “Go stand in front of your daughter and masturbate, show her how to do it. Be sure to tell her what you’re doing.”

“Okay.” Sue said, with her voice gone soft and husky. Padding over to where Rita indicated, Sue posed for her little girl, then reached down to lightly caress her sex. “See what I’m doing, angel? This is how you can make yourself feel wonderful.”

Alice studied Sue’s movements, enthralled. Mommy’s pussy was so close to her face that she could detect its rich, exotic aroma.

She really liked watching Mommy play with herself, and having Auntie Rita’s finger in her bottom felt lovely. Alice moved her hips around, seeing if she could get that finger to go even deeper.

“This is my vagina,” Sue told her little girl, then slipped a finger deep inside herself. “It’s what you and Heather came out of.”

“When we was babies, huh, Mommy?” Alice said, “Now we’re big girls.”

“You’ll always be my babies, but yes… you are getting to be big girls. Taste this, sweetheart,” Sue said as she pulled her gooey finger out of her cunt and offered it to her child.

Alice’s mother was always holding a finger out to her daughters, saying, ‘Taste this.’ Sometimes it was cake batter, or frosting, or something else nice. This was something completely different, however, and the little girl knew it. Opening her mouth, she took Mommy’s finger between her lips.

The first thing she noticed was that it wasn’t sweet, not exactly. In fact, Alice couldn’t quite pin the flavor down, except to say that the taste was stronger than her big sister’s pussy, and she liked it a lot. She sucked and licked the finger clean and, when finished, said, “Can I have more, Mommy?”

“Oh yes, Alice my love,” a thrilled Sue replied, “You can have all you want. But Rita has to take her finger out of your bottom first.”

Alice made a face. “Aw, Mom,” she pouted, “does she gotta? I like it.”

“Well, if she doesn’t, we can’t lick you down there, now can we?”

“I guess not. Okay, you can take it out.” Alice said, and Rita did just that.

Sue continued with her demonstration “This bump here is your clitoris… the clit, for short. The most sensitive part of a woman’s body. It feels amazing when you touch it.”

Getting up on her knees, Alice spread her vulva open with both thumbs and said, “Here’s mine, Mommy.” Touching it with the tip of her finger, she smiled and said, “You’re right, it feels nice.” She paused, studying her mother’s cunt. “I like your clit, Mommy. It’s big. Er… can I see what it feels like?”

“Of course, dear,” Sue said, joining Rita and Alice on the bed.

“Would you like to touch mine too?” asked Rita.

“Sure,” Alice replied. “Here, sit close to Mommy, and I can touch you both!”

Sue and Rita both leaned back against the headboard, their legs spread wide. Seating herself before them, little Alice explored the cunts of the two adults, delighted by how warm and juicy they felt to the touch. The wetness just seemed to invite her fingers into the women’s vaginas.

Rita and Sue watched as the little girl touched them, occasionally sharing passionate tongue kisses and fondling each other’s breasts. It felt lovely, but Alice wasn’t quite experienced enough to make them come with her fingers.

Finally, Rita spoke up. “Um, Alice? Your mommy and I need to do something to one another now, so we can get that extra special feeling.”

“Yes,” Sue agreed. “Watch what we do, Alice… it’s something really nice that you can try with Linda and your sister. Oh, and you can touch yourself while you watch us, if you want.” She laid down on her back, then Rita knelt on top of her, only facing the other way.

Alice immediately knew what they were about to do, having seen Heather and Linda engaged in the same act. They’re gonna lick each other, she told herself, and I get to see it! The thought of it dazzled the child.

Now in the classic sixty-nine position, Rita and Sue began to lick and suck each other’s pussy with an animal hunger. They were soon very close to coming.

When Alice said, “I saw Linda and Heather do that. I wanna try it, too!” Both mothers moaned, then came together in an especially intense orgasm. Finally they lay limp and entwined, their bodies glazed with sweat.

Once the women had emerged from the cozy afterglow of their ecstasy, they turned to Alice and began to caress and kiss her all over, enjoying the delights of a little girl’s body for the first time.

Sue nuzzled her daughter’s neck, whispering, “I adore, you my angel. Can Mommy kiss you, the way that lovers kiss?”

“Yes, Mommy,” the child sighed. “Please kiss me.” Their mouths drifted together, and soon their tongues met as well.

Before Alice knew it she was on her back, kissing Mommy while Auntie Rita licked her, the woman’s hot tongue gliding through the moist opening.

“You saw Linda and Heather doing what me and Rita just did?” Sue asked her daughter in between kisses.

“Yes, Mommy.” Alice answered as she watched Rita’s head between her legs.

A few moments later, Rita raised her face from the six-year-old’s slit. “Sue, come lick your daughter. You’re aching to taste her, I’m sure.”

“Yes, I am,” Sue murmured. Caressing Alice’s face, she added, “I love you, baby girl. Don’t be scared — this is just another way for me to show you how strong that love is.”

“I’m not scared, Mommy,” the child replied — though she was, a little bit. “And I love you, too.”

Alice was spellbound as she watched her mother settle down between her thighs, then a delicious shiver raced through the little girl as Mommy looked up and their eyes met, her mouth no more than an inch away from the girl’s sex.

Alice felt the caress of Sue’s breath, and spread her legs even further apart. Please lick me there, Mommy, she silently begged. I want it so much!

A low moan escaped the girl’s lips as her mother kissed, then licked her cunt. Just the tongue at first, then a warm, tender mouth covered Alice’s slit.

“Do you like how this feels, honeybunch?” came a voice close to the child’s ear. It was Auntie Rita. “Is it good, your mommy making love to you like this?”

“Yes,” Alice breathed.

“What about the things you’ve done with your sister… and my little girl? Did you enjoy that?”

“Yes,” Alice said, her voice soft and dreamy. “I like k-kissing Linda an’ Heather.”

“Kissing them? Their lips, you mean?” Auntie Rita had a hand between her legs, rubbing herself there.

Alice shook her head. “Not just… I love kissing more of them, too. Their titties. And — and their things, I mean p-pussies.”

Suddenly that extra good feeling was upon the six-year-old, and she loudly cried, “Oh, Mommy! Oh, yeah, mmmmmyeah! Oh. OH! Don’t stop, Mommy, d-d-don’t stop!” She clutched her mother’s head, shaking helplessly as waves of pleasure rolled through her thin body, one after the next, until the child was spent. Alice let her hands fall, then lay back panting like she’d run a long, hard race. “Uh, you c-can stop now, Mommy,” she managed to say at last.

Then she was nestled between Mommy and Auntie Rita who, Alice noted in her dazed state, were sharing deep, sexy kisses. She wanted to be kissed herself, but lying there doing nothing felt so nice…

After letting herself be cuddled for a while, Alice asked, “Mommy, can Heather and Linda come play with us? They’d prob’ly like to, I bet.”

Rita and Sue looked at each other, then smiled. “Well, yes,” said Rita, “I don’t see why not. How about it, Sue? Up for some more fun and games?”

“Oh, I’m definitely on board,” Sue agreed, then kissed her little girl’s cheek. “Good idea, sweetie.”

Heather and Linda were still dozing peacefully when they were awakened by a voice saying, “Girls?” Sitting up in a panic and covering their bare bodies as best they could, the ten-year-olds were very surprised to see both their mothers and Alice, all standing bare naked in the doorway.

They were even more surprised to hear Sue say, “Girls, let’s go downstairs for cake and cookies. Don’t bother getting dressed, just come as you are.”

Heather and Linda felt a little odd at first, seeing their mothers bare naked — especially while they, too, were nude. However, they quickly grew to enjoy this new experience, not least because their moms looked so beautiful with all their clothes off.

As the five of them ate sweets and drank juice, Sue and Rita explained to the two ten-year-olds that they knew about their little sex games, that they played them too, and now they could all enjoy them together. Linda and Heather were shocked at first, but quickly realized that liked the idea very much.

“Shall we go back upstairs?” Rita finally said, laying down her fork. “I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m in the mood for love.”

They made their way back up to Sue’s bedroom. Reaching out for Heather, Rita drew the girl into her arms, kissing her lover’s daughter. And just like that, the afternoon’s festivities were underway.

They made love in every combination. Alice especially enjoyed watching Rita lick Linda’s pussy, almost as much as she liked watching her mother go down on Heather. Alice also discovered that she really enjoyed rimming, and eagerly licked the bottom holes of her four new lovers.

Who needed the power of invisibility, anyhow? Alice was happier than she’d ever been. She could kiss and do sex stuff with her mommy and her sister. Or she could play over at Linda’s and enjoy naked games with a different mother and daughter.

Sometimes they all played together. Sometimes Alice just played with herself. It was all great fun, and they lived happily ever after.

The End

Note from Purple Les: Thanks to JetBoy for his assistance with this story.

By Misty Meadow

Mum’s cleared all the junk from the garage and parked the car in the driveway. She’s covered the concrete floor with an old rug, threadbare but usable, and put an old couch in one corner. She talks about finding a big mirror in a demolition yard somewhere, but that’ll have to wait. It’s Saturday morning. Jackie Jackson, my P.E. teacher, is coming to audition me for the gymnastics team, and we’re getting prepared.

The doorbell rings and Mum, dressed in a sheer slip with no knickers, opens the door. From the top of the stairs I see Jackie step in, wearing her school outfit — tight nylon shorts and a men’s singlet. Only today, she’s gone without a bra, and her nipples show so starkly through the thin material that it’s like seeing her topless. Her camel toe is even bigger than usual.

I start down the stairs, stark naked. “I can’t find my leotard, Mum,” I pout.

“Shit, I forgot to take it out of the laundry. It’s being washed. Sorry, love.”

Jackie looks up at me, her eyes bright. “You’ll just have to work in your knickers,” she says.

“Or naked,” says Mum, who had arranged this little deceit with me beforehand.

“And I forgot my leotard, too,” says Audrey, also naked. She follows me down the stairs. “Wow!” she says, looking at the front of Jackie’s shorts. “Your camel toe… it’s bigger than ever!”

“That’s because I’m not wearing knickers,” she confesses, running her eyes up and down Mum’s bare body, which is perfectly visible through the transparent slip. “Just like you, Jo.” We all laugh.

“I suppose we’re all pretty shameless,” Mum says. “You see, I’ve always taught Misty to be proud of her body, and she seems to have interpreted that to mean she should show it off to everyone.” She smiles. “I’m a bit of an exhibitionist too, truth be told.”

“No shit,” Audrey mutters to herself.

“No one should hide their beauty,” Jackie says, “especially people like us.”

“Us?” I ask.

“Girls who like girls. You like girls, don’t you, Misty?”

“I like Audrey… in fact, I’m in love with her. I like my mum, too and I like you, Jackie.”

She smiles, drinking in the sight of our little naked bodies — our smooth cunts, Audrey’s budding tits and my flat chest. Then she studies Mum’s slender figure.

“Not a pubic hair between the three of you. How delicious. You could be a teenager, Jo.” Hearing that, Mum practically glows with happiness. “Now, where are we going to work? In the garden?”

We take Jackie into the garage, where our teacher looks about. “This will do nicely. We have perfect privacy, so working naked won’t be a problem for girls who always want to show off. That’s fine. Know what? I think I’ll get naked, too.”

Mum’s face lights up, and my tummy churns with excitement. I’m about to see my gym teacher’s cunt. Oh, what joy! Jackie peels off her tank top and pulls her shorts down, tossing them on the couch and stands there, completely starkers, as we stare at her.

“Oh, my God,” Mum murmurs, her eyes big as saucers. Jackie’s mound is perfectly shaved, her cunt lips almost as big as Mum’s, a rosy clit peeping out at us. Audrey and I stand open-mouthed, entranced by her boyish beauty.

“Do you mind if I stay and watch?” Mum asks.

“No, I prefer it if you do. If you leave me alone with these two sex kittens, I might not be able to control myself, and end up doing something naughty to them, so you’d better keep an eye on us.”

“If you did, they might enjoy it,” Mum says, playing our game to perfection. She sprawls on the couch, legs carelessly wide and her cunt in full view, just like I knew she would.

“Okay, Audrey, I want you to start some stretching exercises, and I’ll work with Misty, see what she’s capable of. Show me what you’ve got, Misty.”

I do some moves I learned in ballet class, leaps and pirouettes, then a handspring. I manage a backflip from a standing position, but land badly.

Jackie quickly approaches, her face colored with concern. “Are you alright?”

“My thigh!” I moan. This is completely contrived, of course. I climb shakily to my feet. “I think I’ve pulled something.” I point to my inner upper thigh.

Jackie puts her fingers to the spot. “There?”

“A little higher,” I tell her, and her fingers move to where my leg joins my torso. “Yeah, right there.”

She smiles. Has she seen through this little scheme of mine to get her hand close to my cunt? “I’ll massage it for you,” is all Jackie says.

As her fingers move up and down my groin, her thumb “just happens” to graze my slit. When it slips between my labia, I can’t keep from moaning. I glance over at Mum, who has a wicked smile on her face, a hand down between her legs. I’m definitely enjoying this gym lesson.

For half a minute or so I let Jackie fondle me. I look over at Audrey who’s doing a stretching exercise, standing with her right leg raised almost vertically beside her wobbling body as she holds her calf with one hand, This shows her cunt off beautifully.

“It feels better now, Jackie,” I say, and she reluctantly takes her hand away. “But maybe I should sit down and rest for a minute.” I go to sit beside my mother.

“Perfect,” Mum whispers in my ear. “That was a neat stunt you pulled there.”

“She made my pussy wet,” I whisper back, then point across the room. “Look, Mum!” Jackie’s holding Audrey steady, one hand on her waist and the other right on her cunt.

“Jesus!” Mum whispers. “This is a lesbian’s paradise. I’m getting so fucking turned on.”

Audrey lowers her leg and raises the other, and Jackie touches her the same way. Then Audrey — now holding herself much steadier — does a handstand, holding the pose for a few seconds, then spreads her legs, one forward and one back.

“They should be perfectly horizontal,” Jackie says, running her hand from one ankle to the other, brushing Audrey’s cunt as it passes. “Now switch.”

Audrey scissors her legs closed and opens them in reverse, then Jackie does her hand thing again, pausing to sniff her fingers when she takes them away. Audrey closes her legs, pauses for a beat then goes over into an arch, feet, and hands-on the floor, back bent. Now her feet are about thirty inches apart, and her cunt is the centre of everyone’s attention.

Jackie stands there, gazing at this thrilling pose, my lover’s delicious slit all but served up to her. She turns and looks at us, an expression of painful frustration on her face. “Oh, my God!” she cries. “It’s too much, damn it. I have to have her!”

“Go for it!” Mum urges.

“Yeah!” I chime in. “Do it!”

Jackie kneels between Audrey’s legs, bends down and kisses her right on the cunt.

“Bravo!” Mum cries. “Make her happy, Jackie. She’s been wanting you to do that for a long time.”

Mum and I join them in the middle of the floor, watching raptly as Jo’s expert tongue goes to work. Mum squats down next to Audrey and lovingly caresses her breasts.

My only question is: What should I do? There are three willing lesbian right in front of me, there are no rules and anything goes. Mum’s tits and cunt are available, but Jackie is new territory for me, so I stand behind her, reach down and cup her breasts with both hands, squeezing and kneading them, then drop to my knees, put my arms around her and slide one hand between her legs, fingers seeking her pussy. I work a finger in and out of her, then search for Jackie’s clit, strumming it. I can feel her body tremble.

This tableau plays itself out for a while until Audrey winces and says, “Oh, bugger… I’m cramping!”

We step back and let her fall to the floor where she lies on her back, knees raised and spread, her face slightly pained, but flushed and happy.

“Let’s sit on the couch and rest,” Jackie suggests and we all sit down.

“Who’s kidding who?” Mum asks. “Let’s face it, we’re not here for gymnastics… are we, Jackie?”

She grins sheepishly. “I have to confess, my motives aren’t exactly pure. I’ve been lusting after these little hotties for almost a year now — yes, even you, Misty, even though you’re only eleven. I admit it, I’m a fucking pervert and a paedophile.”

“Me, too,” Mum says. “You’re in good company.”

“Can little girls be paedos?” I ask.

“Why not?” Mum answers. “My own mum was; so am I, so you’re in line for succession.” I smile proudly. “I think we should all go up to my bedroom where we’ll be more comfy, and get to know each other a little better.”

“We didn’t make the bed,” I say. “Audrey slept with me last night.”

“You mean we’ll be using sheets where your two perfect little bodies lay naked, all night long?” says Jackie. “Oh, how intimate. It’ll be almost like wearing your clothes.” We rise from the couch and drift toward the hallway

“Mum has a collection of sexy knickers we can model for you,” I tell her as we climb the stairs.

“That’ll be wonderful,” Jackie says, “I love searching through girls’ knicker drawers… but more than that, I want to rummage through your laundry hamper and try on the dirty knickers that you wore yesterday.”

“And mine, too?” Audrey asks.

“Yes, and yours, too,” Jackie replies.

Audrey giggles. “Can you rub yourself when you’re wearing them? I want my knickers to smell like your pussy.”

On the landing, Jackie announces she needs to pee. We all crowd into the bathroom to watch her as she sits on the loo with her legs splayed, leaning back to let us see her lovely cunt.

“My mother used to let me pee on her in the tub,” Mum informs us. “Among her other fetishes, she was a piss drinker.”

“How old were you then?” Jackie asks.

“Misty’s age.”

“I’m something of a pee lover,” Jackie says, “so perhaps another day, we can have some fun with that in the shower. Who’s up for it?”

“ME!’” we all chorus, grinning.

“Don’t wipe yourself,” Mum says, “because, in a few minutes, I’ll be licking you clean.”

In the bedroom, we look at Mum’s wide bed, but there are four of us and it’s going to be a tight squeeze, as she points out.

“Not a problem,” Jackie says. “We can lie one on top of another.”

“Head to tail?” I ask, thrilled by the thought. “Sixty-nining? Awesome!”

‘But who’s gonna sit on whose face?” Mum asks. “Misty, you should sit on Audrey’s or Jo’s, because you can sit on mine any time you like.”

I speak up. “Audrey and I have our whole lives in front of us. So perhaps you should lick her, Mum… and Jackie can lick me!”

Their faces light up. Mum tears her slip off and falls back on the bed, and Jackie lies down beside her. Audrey and I glance at each other, marveling at our good fortune. I watch as she lifts a leg over Mum’s face and lowers her body until lips meet lips, then she leans forward and plants a big sloppy kiss on Mum’s dripping cunt.

I look at Jackie, the cute, boyish teacher who is about to add to my sex education. “Come on, you sexy little minx,” she says, smiling. “As long as I have a face, you’ll have a place to sit.”

Just as I’m lowering my cunt to her mouth, she murmurs, “A little drop of pee would be a nice touch, if you’re able to.” I’m definitely planning to oblige her.

An hour later, we’re all squeezed together on the bed, side by side, exhausted. Our cunts are almost raw from the ravages of hungry tongues, and we’ve all lost count of our orgasms. Everyone has gone down on everyone else, and we’re more or less wiped out.

“You girls have turned me into a child molester,” Jo says. “I fucking love it!”

“And here are two little girls who want to be molested as often as possible,” Mum says. “You can do anything you like to them, as long as they consent.”

I’m glowing with love for her. My mum is amazing!

The End

By Misty Meadow

The last period of the school day ends, and I run over to the gym and wait in the corridor as the girls trickle out of the changing room, chattering away or staring at their phones. As the last girl exits, I peep round the edge of the door.

Miss Jackson is there, in her customary white singlet and tight shorts, seated on a bench with Audrey standing in front of her, looking at our gym teacher’s notorious camel toe and not even bothering to hide it. I stay where I am, waiting for things to progress before I make my presence known.

Miss Jackson’s attention is riveted on my friend with that hungry look that I’ve come to know so well. As for Audrey, she briefly glances my way, then looks back at the teacher before sliding the shoulder straps of her leotard off and slowly pulling it down to her waist, an innocent smile on her face. Her tiny boobs seem to glow. Audrey pauses to flick her hair from her face with a toss of the head, then slowly, drags the leotard down over her hips — exposing her belly button, then her mound. Miss Jackson’s eyes are like saucers.

The leotard falls to her ankles, leaving, Audrey’s cunt is in full view and. She steps out, reaches down to pick up the garment, and turns to hang it on one of the clothes hooks. She fumbles it — deliberately, I suspect — and it falls to the floor. With her legs straight, she casually bends to pick it up, giving Miss Jackson a stunning view of her tight little bum, then sweet little rosebud and her developing lips.

Audrey straightens and turns back to face the teacher, then sits down on the opposite bench, her thighs carelessly parted. She looks about, trying to locate her backpack, finds it under the bench and reaches inside to extract her ankle socks. Lifting one leg at a time to put them on, she’s offering Miss Jackson a full-on view of her treasure.

Miss Jackson is speechless, clearly entranced by the blatant exhibition offered to her. To anyone, this would be seen as a provocative act of the lewdest kind, a girl deliberately flaunting her private parts to an adult, but what can Miss Jackson do? Call her on it? Report her? To whom? If she isn’t sexually aroused by Audrey’s audacity, she would have already put a stop to the performance, but she hasn’t said a word. That tells me all that I need to know. We can go full steam ahead with the seduction of our gym teacher.

I decided that it’s time for my entrance. I’ve prepared by leaving my vest and tights off, leaving just knickers on under my school dress, which has its top and bottom buttons undone. I push the door wider, step in and close it behind me. Miss Jackson is irritated by my interruption, and who could blame her?

I approach them, a broad smile on my face. “Hi, Audrey. Excuse me, Miss Jackson, could I have a word?”

“Can’t you see I’m busy?” she mutters, trying and failing to hide her annoyance.

“Misty wants to join the gymnastic team,” Audrey says. “I think she’d be great.” She makes no attempt to continue dressing. “She has the perfect figure for it, too. Show her, Misty.”

I quickly unfasten the few remaining buttons on the front of my dress and let it fall from my shoulders, standing there in front of Miss Jackson in my white cotton knickers, socks and sandals. She eyes me up and down, her anger disappeared.

“You’re too young,” she says in a softer tone. “You’re still in the first form.”

“All the gymnasts I see on TV started at an early age,” I counter. I name the current Olympic champion. “She started training when she was eight, and I’m eleven. I’ll work hard, I promise. Watch this!”

I crouch and take my socks and sandals off, then walk to the end of the room, turn and run, doing a complete somersault in the space between the benches. I come back upright and walk back to Miss Jackson, tugging the front of my knickers up as high as they’ll go. My puffy mound creates a camel toe that’s even more impressive than the teacher’s.

Audrey giggles. “Look at the front of her knickers, Miss Jackson. You can see everything. She might as well be naked!” I’m amazed at Audrey’s boldness; she must be absolutely certain about Miss Jackson’s interest in young girls.

I pick up on her theme. “Audrey’s seen me naked; she slept over at my house last night, and slept in my mum’s big bed, and showered together this morning.” I reach out to take my lover’s hand. “Isn’t she beautiful? We’re best friends.”

“More than friends,” Audrey says. Oh. Lord, has she gone too far?

It certainly arouses Martha’s interest. “How do you mean, more than friends?”

“You know,” Audrey hints, then comes right out with it. “We’re in love.” There, she’s said it.

Miss Jackson’s face is a picture of wonder and disbelief. “You’re too young to be in love, especially you, Misty.”

“My mum doesn’t think so. We told her and she says she’s very happy for us.”

“Your mother knows?” She’s incredulous.

“She was watching when me and Misty had our first kiss,” Audrey says. Yes, I think, and all the other stuff too, but that needs to remain a secret for now.

Miss Jackson strokes her chin as she thinks for a moment, then asks, “Is your mother the young one who looks like a ballerina?”

“Uh-huh, that’s her. You met at the last parents’ day,” I reply with a nod. “She was wearing a bright pink, very short dress.”

Miss Jackson’s face softens. “Yes, I remember thinking how lovely she looked. So she’s… okay with this relationship of yours?”

“Oh, yes. She encourages it. Mum told me that she had love affairs with other girls when she was very young — younger than Audrey, even.”

The teacher’s face lights up, then she looks over to Audrey, sitting on the bench, her legs spread wide, who takes her bra from its hook and puts it on, stands and turns her back for me to fasten it, then finds her knickers and sits back down. Once again, Miss Jackson is treated to a vision of pure exhibitionism as Audrey puts her feet into the leg holes and slowly pulls her panties up, then leaves them provocatively at mid-thigh.

“I seem to remember you once forgetting to put your knickers on,” Miss Jackson said, a thoughtful look on her face. “That wasn’t deliberate, was it?”

“Not telling,” says Audrey, a twinkle in her eyes which, in fact, tells everything. She stands and pulls her knickers the rest of the way up.

“I’d better get dressed,” the teacher says. “Come into my office and we’ll talk about the gym team.”

We follow into Miss Jackson’s office, which opens directly on to the changing room. She closes the door behind us and clicks the lock. There’s a desk, a chair and a massage table, which Audrey and I sit on, clutching our clothes and backpacks.

Propping her bum on the edge of the desk, Miss Jackson peels off her singlet. Her tits are slightly bigger than Mum’s, but not large enough to need much support. Her nipples protrude like little pencil erasers, and we boldly gaze at them. Then comes the exciting moment when she drags her shorts down. I’ve always wondered what she wore underneath, and they turn out to be a pair of white cotton bikini briefs. She kicks her shorts off and looks at us.

“Oh, Miss Jackson,” Audrey says breathlessly, “you’re so beautiful.”

I nod in agreement. Miss Jackson has the grace to blush, which makes her look even sexier. My heart is racing in anticipation of when she takes off those knickers — but alas, she leaves them on.

Turning to me, she beckons me to her. “Stand up, Misty. I want to examine your body; see if you’re suitable for the team.”

As I stand before her, Miss Jackson she runs her hands over my shoulders, down my arms, then down the sides of my ribs, her thumbs brushing my nipples, then over my hips and bum cheeks. I’m fully aware that this is totally unnecessary, that she’s just seizing this opportunity to touch my body. I’d love to have her examine my cunt, but that will have to wait.

She massages my thighs, squatting down, and kneads my calf muscles. I’m beginning to feel my cunt tingle. “You need to work on these to firm them up, Misty. Gymnastics is hard work.” Her face is inches away from my midriff as she gazes at my camel toe, the crotch of my knickers jammed into my slit. Finally, she has to look away and stand up.

“I think you might just fit the bill,” she says. “I’ll need your mum’s permission, though. Can I phone her?”

Audrey and I look at each other. “I don’t have a phone,” I lie.

“Me neither,” Audrey says.

I’ve already let Mum know that she doesn’t need to pick us up from school. “You could drive us over to my house,” I offer, “and talk about it with her. I bet she’d love to see you again.” I’m pushing my luck — but then again, boldness seems to be paying off for us.

After a moment’s hesitation, she nods. “Okay, I can do that. Now get dressed, girls.”

We put our school uniforms on, then watch as Miss Jackson shrugs into a tartan shirt, tying it at the waist without buttoning it, dons a denim mini-skirt that’s short enough to be deemed improper, finally stepping into leather sandals. We pick up our backpacks and head out to the car park.

The drive to my place is a fairly quiet one, but there’s a definite sense of excitement in the air. I think that Miss Jackson is starting to suspect that we’re up to something a lot bigger than getting me a place on the gymnastics team.

At home, Mum opens the door dressed in a pair of loose legged silk tap pants and a matching camisole with lace trim, a very classy look.

“Oops!” she says, “I thought the kids would be alone. Excuse my state of dress. Come on in. It’s nice to see you again, Miss Jackson. Sit down and I’ll go put on a robe.”

“Oh, don’t bother on my account, Mrs. Meadow. I think you look lovely.”

“Call me Jo, please.”

Miss Jackson sits on the couch. “Call me Jackie, then.” Nice name for a woman who looks like a boy, I think. “The reason I’m here is to discuss Misty’s wish to join the gym team.”

For a second, Mum looks bewildered, then cottons on to our scheme and smiles. “Yes, she’s been wanting to for ages. She’s not too young, is she?”

Miss Jackson shrugs. “Almost, but she can make up for it with hard work.”

“Watch this, Mum!” I say and do a cartwheel in the limited space available. Naturally, my dress falls to expose my knickers, which is the whole idea.

The move doesn’t quite come off, and I make a face. “Oooh, my dress is in the way,” I say, pulling it over my head and tossing it aside. Then I execute another cartwheel, this time perfectly, and sit in the armchair opposite the couch.

Audrey sits on my thighs, leaning back against my chest, her legs hanging on either side of me. Her dress has ridden up and I put my arms around her waist, my hands dangerously close to the forbidden area.

Mum asks, “Would this gym thing involve her spending any extra time at school?”

“Only on special events, otherwise no. She’ll have to do some exercises at home. I can always come over and supervise, if that’s okay with you.” I can barely contain my excitement. Oh, this is working out perfectly.

“You’ll be more than welcome, any time you like.”

“Thank you, Jo.”

“Girls, I think you should go upstairs,” Mum says. Does she want to be alone with Jackie? “Get started on your homework.” We run up, but then seat ourselves on the top stair where we can’t be seen but can hear every word.

“I’m a bit concerned about Misty’s relationship with Audrey,” Jackie says.

“Oh, they’re very close.”

“Too close, perhaps. They claim to be in love with each other.”

“I know. Isn’t that precious?”

“But they’re so young!”

“I first fell in love when I was even younger than Misty. They called it a crush, but to me it was everlasting love — at least it was until I grew out of it. How old were you when you had your first crush?”

“I can’t remember, but yes, I suppose it was before puberty.”

“There you are, then. I remember playing all sorts of forbidden games at that age. I’d invite friends to sleep over and we’d play around together — you know, kissing, touching and, well, other things. My mum knew what was going on and even approved of it. I won’t tell you the details, because most of what we did was illegal, but you can probably guess.” Mum paused, then added, “You must have a wonderful job, being with all those cute young girls, prancing about in their gym outfits.”

“I do love my work,” Jackie says, as yet unwilling to divulge her attraction to youngsters.

“It would drive me crazy,” Mum says. “Even having these two nymphets running about the house can be, how should I say it, a little exciting. Usually they aren’t wearing much more than knickers, and sometimes they like to go completely starkers.”

“I must say, that doesn’t surprise me a bit,” Jackie says. They both seem to have a knack for showing off their naughty bits, especially young Audrey. Today after gym in the changing room, she put on a display that rather pushed the envelope, so to speak.”

“Don’t I know it! My Misty’s even worse. She loves for me to take pictures of her while she’s naked.”

“She does? My goodness.” A long pause. “Um… might I see some of them?”

We can’t see what’s happening during the ensuing short silence, but I imagine Mum showing off her carefully selected pictures, taken over the course of the last year or so, all stored on her laptop. Most of them would be tasteful shots of me nude in the garden, or in the bathtub, other holiday snaps, nothing too lascivious but, knowing Mum, subtly erotic.

We hear Jackie making appreciative noises. “Oh, she’s adorable!” she gushes, and I smile to myself. “She takes after you. I must say, Jo, you seem too young to have an eleven-year-old daughter.”

Mum explains about my origins, then adds, “That’s the only time I’ve ever been touched by a man.”

“So, forgive me if I’m wrong, but are you gay?”

“Absolutely!” Mum laughs. “As gay as they come. And you?”

There’s a pause as Jackie ponders how to answer. “Yes… yes, I am. If the school board suspected, I might have problems, but so far, I’ve not been troubled by the authorities. I think most of the girls suspect I’m gay, but I could never lay a finger on any of them. The consequences would be disastrous.”

Oh, my God! She’s just practically admitted that she’s into young girls!

“Even with the girl’s full consent?”

“Even then. All it would take would be one careless word and… well, I’d end up in jail.”

“That’s why I’ve sworn Misty to secrecy,” Mom calmly says.

I hear Jackie gasp. “You mean that you and your daughter…?”

“We’ve been intimate for years,” Mum admits, “but we’ve only crossed the line once or twice into full-on sex.” Some understatement! “Would you be surprised to know that it’s Misty who always makes the first move?”

“Well, I’m aware she’s a little promiscuous and forever showing off her body in the changing room, but it’s because of her age that she’s able to make it all look accidental. Just eleven, and she acts like…” Her voice trails off.

“A stripper? She once told me that’s her ambition. Only for other women, mind you.”

Miss Jackson sighs. “She’s lucky to have such a beautiful, understanding mother.”

“Thank you. Would you do something for me? Let me tug that knot open.” We hear Jackie laugh and Mum lets out a coo of delight. “Oh, they’re gorgeous! So nice and firm. I love your tits.”

“Umm… what if the kids come down?”

“We’ll hear them coming. Anyway, Misty’s seen me kissing lovers from time to time, even feeling them up. My daughter knows how to keep a secret.”

A few moments of silence follow before Jackie speaks again. “I love those undies you’re wearing, Jo… they’re so fucking classy.”

“I’m a bit of a lingerie freak,” Mum confesses. “It’s my fetish, I suppose.”

“Then you won’t like these…?” What is Jackie doing? We’re dying to take a peep, but don’t want to spoil Mum’s seduction.

“I like any girl who flaunts her knickers,” Mum says.

“And Misty seems to take after you.”

“Oh, Audrey’s pretty shameless, too.”

“I know. Earlier in the changing room, she was displaying her vagina in the lewdest way imaginable.”

“I wish I’d been there to see it.”

“So,” says Jackie, “it seems we’re both into little girls. Paedos, they’d call us.’

“Or child molesters — but I’d never, ever do anything to a child without her full consent.”

“Me neither. I’d better pull my knickers back up before the girls come down.”

Audrey and I look at each other in amazement. In just a few minutes, Mum has seduced our gym teacher. Oh, what joy!

I take Audrey’s hand and lead her into the bathroom. “Let’s pretend we’re about to take a shower,” I whisper and we strip naked. Wrapping towels around our bodies, we appear halfway down the stairs.

“There’s no bath gel, Mum,” I call, continuing down, Audrey in tow.

“I’ll find some later. Jackie’s about to leave, so come and say goodbye.” I’m holding my towel with my arm across my chest and as I reach out to shake her hand, the towel falls to the floor. It isn’t an accident.

Jackie’s eyes grow huge as she stares at my smooth mound. “Isn’t she gorgeous?” Mum says.

“Utterly adorable!” Jackie whispers.

“I’m adorable too!” Audrey announces, dropping her own towel, spreading her arms wide and doing a pirouette, able to pull this stunt off because Jackie’s already seen her naked.

“Oh, my God, I could eat you both up!” Jackie gasps.

“Do you like my titties?” Audrey asks coquettishly.

“I do,” Mum interjects.

“So do I,” I add, “but I don’t have any.”

“But you have that spectacular camel toe,” Mum says.

“Your breasts are beautiful,” Jackie says. “You and Audrey are the sexiest little girls I’ve ever laid eyes on.” She seems unable to tear her gaze from us.

“Can you come over on Saturday morning,” Mum asks, breaking the spell, “say nine o’clock?”

Miss Jackson nods. “I’ll be here.”

Mum escorts her to the door, they kiss briefly on the lips and then she’s gone.

“Whew!” Mum exhales. “That went perfectly. I take it you were listening at the top of the stairs?”

“Um, well, yeah,” I admit, embarrassed that Mum figured it out so easily.

Mom nods. “Good. She’s into little girls, just like me. When I pulled the leg of my knickers aside and flashed my cunt at her, I think she almost came on the spot. This whole plan of yours was a huge success, Misty. Now, what would you girls like to drink?”

I give her my sexiest smile. “We wanna drink from your pussy, Mum.”

“Me, too,” Audrey echoes.

Mum studies us both, a knowing smile on her lips. “I think that can be arranged,” she says. Extending both hands to us, she adds, “Come on, my darlings… let’s go upstairs.”

On to Part Six!

By Purple Les

Six-year-old Alice Mitchell was often told by her mother that she had a very overactive imagination. Alice wasn’t sure what that meant, exactly, so her mother explained, telling her, “Well, sweetie, it means that you have a wonderful mind that thinks up some incredible things… but they aren’t always real.”

Alice grasped the idea, sort of. She knew that when she tied the ends of a towel around her neck and let it drape down her back, it didn’t really make her Supergirl. She also understood that when she stretched both arms out straight in front of her and raced through the house, she wasn’t really flying — even if sometimes, when she got a good running start, it felt like she was.

Yet when she put on her cowboy boots and hat and galloped around the house with her stick pony on a rainy day, it seemed so genuine to her. Like she truly was riding a horse through the old west.

Alice’s mother Sue was pleased that she had such a bright little girl, even if she’d sometimes sigh when gently shaking her youngest child out of a daydream, or make-believe adventure.

Alice’s ten-year-old sister Heather would often stare at her younger sibling, sometimes amused, sometimes annoyed, as Alice got into battles, fought duels and rescued fair maidens in peril from villains no one else could see.

Alice discovered her power of invisibility by accident. Mrs. Mitchell was running a bath for the child, and told her to get undressed.

In her bedroom, Alice shucked her clothes, then headed down the hall to the bathroom completely naked. On the way, she heard Heather coming toward the hallway. She remembered from watching TV that people were often able to hide by flattening themselves against a wall. Curious to see if such a thing really worked, Alice did just that, and was surprised and delighted when Heather walked right by — without even noticing she was there!

When her mother emerged from the bathroom saying, “Alice! Come along now. Your bath is ready,” she stayed right where she was. Again, when Mommy came down the hall calling for her, Alice remained unseen. Once her mother had passed by, Alice padded down the hall to the bathroom.

Mrs. Mitchell was coming back, having failed to find the child in her bedroom. Then she spied her little girl, standing completely naked in the bathroom doorway.

“There you are,” Sue said.

“I was right here all along, Mommy,” Alice answered, giggling. “You just couldn’t see me, cause I turned invisible. Heather couldn’t see me either.”

“Uh-huh,” was all Alice’s mother said to that, rolling her eyes as she helped her little girl into the bathtub. Reaching for the washcloth, Sue began to apply liquid soap to her child’s bare body.

Sue washed the little girl’s back, then her neck, ears and feet. She had Alice kneel so she could wash her chest, tummy, between her legs and her cute little bottom. Sue didn’t know why, but she’d always enjoyed washing her naked little pixie of a daughter. She’ll be too old for this in a few years, she thought, and sighed wistfully.

Alice had a couple of toys she liked to play within the tub. Wringing out the wet washcloth, her mother said, “You play for a few minutes, then I’ll be back to dry you off.”

Alice had fun with her toy boat, playing the game where her little rubber Godzilla attacked it. Eventually growing tired of that, she pushed them aside and lay back in the tub.

The warm water barely covered her and she liked the way that steam rose off her lean body. Taking the washcloth, Alice soaked it then held it up, enjoying the small stream of water that fell onto her skin.

When the water trickled on what she called her ‘thing’, Alice felt a most pleasant sensation. She repeated this several times and found each one nicer than the last. The best was when she held it over the top of her bare slit.

Alice kept letting the water drip on that particular spot, and those lovely feelings kept getting better and better. At last, she had to stop, because it just felt too good, like something very big was going to happen that she wasn’t sure about.

When her mother came back into the bathroom a few minutes later, Alice asked, “Why does this feel so nice, Mommy?” Raising her hand, she allowed water from the washcloth to fall onto her slit once more.

Sue glanced at her daughter, then quickly looked away before she said, “Oh… some things can feel very nice there. But, um, let’s talk about that some other time, okay, sweetie? Right now, it’s time for my little ragamuffin to get out of the tub and get herself ready for bed.”

Reluctantly emerging from the water and presenting herself to Mommy to be dried off, Alice thought, It’s funny… I never want to take a bath, but when I’m in the tub, I don’t want to get out! She intended to ask why that was, but getting rubbed all over by Mommy with a big fluffy towel felt so wonderful that the question slipped her mind.

Now she was all dry, the soft towel wrapped around her body. Her mother gave Alice a hug, then took the towel away to hang up.

“Now go to your room and put your jammies on. I left them out on the bed for you,” Sue said, giving the little girl a gentle pat on her bare bottom.

As Alice started for her room she had an idea. Wonder if I can be invisible again?

With this in mind, Alice peeked into the living room. Her big sister Heather was sprawled out on the couch, watching TV.

“I am now invisible,” Alice whispered to herself, butterflies in her tummy as she walked into the room. If she wasn’t really invisible, then Heather would get to see her bare naked. Alice didn’t want that.

In her peripheral vision, Heather saw her naked little sister come creeping into the room as if she was trying to sneak through. Heather kept her eyes glued to the TV, but her face felt warm and she had a funny feeling between her legs, the same feeling she got when her best friend Linda would kiss her. Or when they would take off their clothes and snuggle together.

Heather thought to herself, What on earth is she pretending now? Actually, it’s pretty hot. Damn… she looks really good with no clothes on! When did my kid sister get so sexy?

Alice stood in front of the TV studying the reaction of Heather, who seemed to be looking right through her.

It’s working, Alice thought, beside herself with glee. I must be invisible, or Heather would be yelling at me to move. Or be saying ‘Haha I see you naked.’

To further prove her theory, Alice began to dance around in front of the TV. She turned her back to Heather and bent down, shaking her bare bottom, then faced Heather again and made goofy faces at her. No reaction at all.

Alice was thrilled. I really am invisible. Oh my gosh, this is the coolest thing ever! To top it off she laid on the floor, stuck her legs up in the air and moved them around like she was pedaling a bike, then hugged both knees to her chest. Heather didn’t react, just gazed blandly at the television.

Satisfied in her ability to vanish from sight, Alice headed back to her room and got into her pajamas.

Back in the living room, Heather sat dumbstruck, her pulse throbbing wildly. Her silly little sister had practically done an x-rated go-go dancer act, showing off everything she had.

The more I ignored her, the wilder she got. Why on earth did she do that? Heather wondered. Then she realized that her panties were wet. That only happens when I look at naked girls on the computer… or when I play with Linda.

Absently stroking her thighs, Heather took a deep, calming breath, but her excitement was undimmed. God, that bit at the end, where she was holding her knees like that… I could see her pussy, her butthole, and, and everything! I never saw anyone’s butthole before, not like that. It looked yummy, too.

The preteen rose to her feet. I gotta do it now. I can’t wait till bedtime.

Heather called out to her mother, “Mom, I’m gonna go to my room and read some, okay?”

“Sure, that’s fine.” Heather heard her mom reply from her study down the hallway.

Heather hastened to her room, entered, then quickly secured the door. Standing in front of the full-length mirror on her closet door, she undressed, watching her reflection all the while.

Once she was nude, Heather thought about the differences and similarities she shared with her sister. The same strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes as Alice. The same slim build. Except Heather had the start of breasts, and was more curvy. Neither had any pubic hair to speak of. Both sisters had the same outie belly button. Heather noticed that her vulva seemed to be more tucked in between her legs while Alice’s slit seemed to stick out more, as if she was still growing around it.

Lying face down on the bed, Heather slipped both hands beneath her tummy and further down, until they were nestled between her legs. Now cupping her pussy, she began to rub it. Lewd visions of baby sister Alice flickered in her mind, like she was thumbing through a stack of dirty photos.

That got me so hot. Even more, almost, than when I see Linda get naked. Wait, wait — how can I be having thoughts like that about my own sister? That’s seriously messed up!

Despite her concern, images of Alice and Linda together, both of them nude, came into Heather’s reverie. Then, for some crazy reason, she pictured her sister and her girlfriend kissing one another. Before she knew it, an orgasm was shaking her body from head to toe.

Moments later, Heather lay quietly, catching her breath. Then she put on her pajamas and went to wash and brush her teeth.

In the room next door, Alice was in bed. Her mother had just tucked her in and was reading a chapter of Black Beauty to the child. Alice began to drift off before the chapter was over and, putting the book to one side, Sue kissed her little girl’s forehead, whispered, “I love you, sweetheart,” then quietly left the room.

Sue than tucked in Heather, who was now ready for bed herself. Kissing her ten-year-old daughter on the cheek she said, “Goodnight,” and turned the light off.

Making her way down the hallway to her own room, Sue sighed happily. It’s funny, the way tucking in my girls makes me feel so good. 

***

It was a few days later, on a late Saturday morning. Alice loved Saturdays. She could stay in her pajamas for the whole day if she wanted, or get dressed and played outside.

This Saturday it was rainy, so she stayed in her pajamas, eating a bowl of cereal and watching TV. Heather was in her bedroom with her friend Linda.

Before stepping out to run a few errands, Sue had told the girls, “I’ll be back in a couple of hours. Don’t stuff yourselves on snacks, now — I’m bringing back a pizza.” The girls cheered to hear that. “Behave yourselves, okay?”

Alice, Heather and Linda all promised to be good. Sue wasn’t really worried; she’d left her daughters alone many times before with no problems. Giving a wave and a “See you later, then,” to the girls, Sue departed.

Heather and Linda plopped themselves down on the couch and watched TV with Alice for a few minutes, then left the younger girl to it, giggling as they went back to Heather’s bedroom.

Linda went in first, and Heather gave the door a nudge that didn’t quite close it all the way. She was too busy watching Linda taking her shirt off to notice.

Heather stared appreciatively at her half-naked friend. Linda’s breast buds were just a little larger than hers. She had a fuller, more generous figure than Heather, but was by no means overweight.

Linda stretched out on the bed, Heather got on top of her, and they began to kiss. At first, the girls just pressed their lips together, but their passion quickly mounted, and soon they were kissing passionately, their tongues darting into each other’s mouths. This was something Heather and Linda had recently tried for the first time, and they enjoyed it very much. It gave them a lovely warm feeling down between their legs.

When the program Alice was watching came to an end, she noticed that Heather and Linda had left her alone in the family room. Switching off the TV, she idly wandered around the house and then, feeling bored and in need of company, went upstairs, hoping that the older girls might let her hang out with them.

Entering the corridor that led to their bedrooms, Alice was glad to see that her sister’s door wasn’t quite shut. Drawing closer, she heard the two older girls whispering and giggling, and peeked into Heather’s room.

What Alice saw stole her breath away. Heather and Linda were sharing deep, hungry kisses while clumsily undressing each other. When they were down to their panties, Linda fell back on the bed, and Heather got on top of her, their mouths meeting in another kiss.

Alice had that odd but cool feeling, the one she got in the bathtub when she let the washcloth drip on her slit. She’d asked her mother about that feeling, but never did get an answer. Placing a hand between her thighs, Alice applied some pressure, her eyes widening as that warm, tickly sensation got even stronger.

Heather was first to notice Alice spying. Turning back to Linda, she whispered, “We better stop. Alice is watching us.” She wasn’t especially worried about getting in trouble — her little sister could be a pest, but she was no tattle-tale.

Linda stole a glance and whispered back, “Wow, she likes it. She’s touching herself!”

The two girls kissed some more, a new excitement brought on by this unexpected witness to their fooling around, but Heather began to feel a little weird about making out in front of her little sister — especially with another girl. “We better stop.” Heather urged once again.

“No, let’s keep going,” Linda whispered back. “I think it’s pretty hot, her watching us. Besides, maybe it’ll end up like when my little brother spied on us last Saturday.”

Heather remembered it well. She’d been in Linda’s bedroom, with no one else home except for Linda’s eight-year-old brother, Sean.

He’d come into Linda’s room without knocking and found his sister and Heather kissing each other, wearing nothing but panties. He wanted to watch. The girls had agreed to let him do so, if he took off all his clothes first. After much back and forth childish negotiations, the three children came to a mutual agreement to get naked together, which led to close inspections and touching of each other’s private parts.

Heather still liked girls a lot more, but had to admit that playing with Sean had been interesting. So now, Linda wanted to have the same kind of fun, only with Heather’s six-year-old sister?

“You want Alice to get naked with us?” Heather asked, both surprised and aroused by the thought.

“Sure, why not? You gotta admit, she’s becoming a major cutie,” Linda insisted.

While the two young friends discussed this, Alice had an idea of her own.

I’ll just turn invisible, so I go in the room and watch even closer. Alice thought. Taking a deep breath, she murmured, “I am now invisible,” then strolled right into Heather’s bedroom.

The older girls were startled at this sudden intrusion, but then it dawned on Heather: Alice just said she’s invisible, right before she walked in. Wait a minute — it’s just like the other night when she danced around naked in front of the TV. She thought she was invisible… and because I didn’t say or do anything, now she believes it!

Heather and Linda exchanged a few urgent whispers, then Linda gasped, sat up and pointed at Alice. “Look, Heather, those pajamas — they’re just floating around.” She brought a hand to her mouth. “Is it… could it be a ghost?”

“Those are my sister’s pajamas! It’s not a ghost. Alice has turned invisible.” Heather said, trying not to laugh. “Hey, Alice!”

“How do you know I’m here?” Alice asked, wondering why she could be seen.

“Well, you may be invisible, but your pajamas aren’t.” Heather answered.

Linda chimed in, “Heather, don’t let your sister get her pajamas off or we’ll never catch her!”

Of course! Alice thought. They can’t see me, but they can see my clothes. I have to get naked! Alice began to frantically pull at her pajama top.

“Quick! Stop her!” Linda shouted as Alice tossed the pajama top away. Heather jumped to her feet and grabbed Alice around the waist, then pretended to let her sister wiggle free.

Alice shoved her pajama bottoms and panties down to her feet in one swift motion. Stepping out of them, then raced over to the window and jumped up and down a few times, “Ha! Now I’m naked and you can’t see me.”

Heather and Linda pretended to look around the room, acting mystified. In truth, the older girls were very much enjoying the sight of little naked Alice.

Alice had another brilliant idea to fool the older girls. Creeping over to the bedroom door, she opened and shut it, then tiptoed over to a corner near the headboard of her bed.

“Hey! Did you catch that?” Linda asked.

“Yeah,” Heather answered. “Guess she must’ve slipped out of the room.”

“Did you even know your sister could be invisible?”

“No, and it’s totally amazing! But hey, let’s talk about it later. I want to get back to kissing, don’t you?”

“Oh yeah, for sure,” Linda answered, then added, “Hey, you wanna kiss naked?”

“Okay,” Heather said, feeling a strange new excitement overwhelm her.

Both girls took off their panties, then paused to check out each other’s bare bodies before climbing back onto the bed. They came together right away in a steamy tongue kiss, stealing occasional glances at the equally nude six-year-old who was watching them.

Feeling brave in her invisibility, Alice came close to the bed, enthralled by the sight of the two naked ten-year-olds. She couldn’t decide what was the most interesting: the hot, juicy kissing, the girls’ smooth pussies or those pretty round bottoms. Unable to resist, the child reached out to briefly touch her big sister’s bare ass.

When Heather felt it, she was about to “bust” her sister, but then got an even better idea. Raising herself up, she cried, “Hey, Linda! Someone touched my keister… and it wasn’t you!”

Linda was immediately on the alert. “Holy cow, Heather! Your sister’s still in here. She’s seeing us both bare naked.”

“Alice? We know you’re in here.” Heather began, looking around the room as if she didn’t know exactly where her younger sister was. “Since you’ve seen us naked, it’s only fair that we get to see you now. Okay?”

“C’mon, Alice,” Linda pleaded. “Stop being invisible for a minute. We won’t tell on you, promise.”

They watched as Alice went to pick up her pajamas, then Heather shouted, “There she is, Linda! See her pajamas, floating in the air?”

“Let’s get her!” cried Linda, and both the older girls leapt from the bed, seizing the six-year-old between them.

“Okay, we got you now.” Linda said.

“That’s right,” Heather agreed, “All right, Alice. You might as well give up and become visible again.”

Alice sighed and said, “I’m now visible.” Heather and Linda pretended to be surprised by the sight of the little girl.

“That’s really cool how you do that, Alice.” Linda giggled.

Heather nodded. “It really is. So how long have you had that power, anyhow?”

“I found it out after my bath the other night,” Alice said. “I was naked in front of you while you watched TV, Heather. You never even knew I was there.” She laughed, then gave the two ten-year-olds a bashful look. “Um… can I maybe watch you guys kiss some more?”

“Sure,” Linda said, “We’ll even teach you how to kiss, if you want.”

Heather was surprised by this, but quickly decided that she liked the idea. Why can’t me and Alice kiss if we really want to? she asked herself.

“Come on, let’s get on the bed.” Linda added, “You can watch us, Alice, then we can all kiss together.”

Heather felt butterflies in her tummy as she thought about kissing her own little sister — the sexy way, too, the same way she loved to kiss Linda. Then she wondered about doing other things with Alice, snuggling naked with her and touching the child’s bare body. Maybe even more.

It’s not a bad thing, Heather thought, After all, we kissed and touched Sean and he’s Linda’s brother, so this should be okay, too.

Linda lay back, her body open and ready. “C’mere, girlfriend,” she told Heather. “Kiss me.” Soon the older girls were swapping tongues, their bodies grinding together.

Alice knelt beside the preteen lovers, watching Linda and Heather make out. As their passion grew, Alice began to touch herself in that spot that felt nice. This didn’t go unnoticed by the others.

Finally, Linda said, “Okay, it’s your sister’s turn now.” Heather moved to the side, and Linda smiled at the six-year-old. “Alice, you lay on top of me like Heather was, and I’ll show you how to kiss. And Heather,” Linda added with a wicked grin, “You rub yourself down there, the same way Alice was doing.”

Alice crawled into Linda’s arms, and Heather began to touch her smooth slit as she watched her naked baby sister learn how to kiss. Soon Linda was fondling the child’s body, and the sight of her girlfriend playing with Alice’s cute little butt made Heather want to join in the fun. Reaching out, she placed a hand on her sister’s bottom.

Much as she loved fooling around with Heather, Linda was eager to have another girl to play with, and having a naked child of six in her arms thrilled her even more than she’d expected. Alice’s shy kisses were especially sweet — but then the little girl grew bolder, and those kisses were just as exciting. Even better, Linda could see Heather touching herself, and felt her friend’s free hand join hers in caressing Alice.

Wow, this little girl is a real firecracker! Linda thought. It had taken her and Heather several weeks to work up the courage to share their first kiss, a few more to take off their clothes and snuggle naked, another week to graduate to actual sex. But Alice, in spite of being a full four years younger, seemed to have taken to their naughty games as if she’d been created to love girls. She was pressing her thigh into Linda’s moist pussy, her tongue fluttering in the ten-year-old’s mouth.

It felt incredible, but Linda didn’t want to come just yet. Breaking their kiss, she looked over at Heather. “Now,” she said, her face hot and flushed, “it’s time to kiss your little sister, Heather. Me, I’ll watch you guys and touch myself.”

A moment later, the two sisters lay together, exploring each other in a whole new way. Alice soon realized that she liked kissing her big sister, every bit as much as she enjoyed kissing Linda. Actually, in some way Alice couldn’t understand, playing these naked games with her older sibling was even better. Why is that? she wondered.

After a while, a breathless Alice needed to rest, dazed as she was from the pleasures she’d enjoyed with the two older girls. As she lay quietly on the bed, her body warmed from head to toe, Alice watched Linda and Heather kneeling together and whispering a little farther down the bed. Alice liked seeing them naked; she thought they were both beautiful. But what are they talking about?

Alice strained to listen, but couldn’t make out more than an occasional word or two, along with a few giggles as Heather and Linda kept looking over at her.

“You can do it any time with her,” Linda was saying, “you’re her sister.”

“Wanna do it right now, then?” said Heather.

“Sure. We wanted to try it, after all.”

More giggles, then they shifted closer to Alice, who gave them a questioning look. She wasn’t sure what the older girls were up to, but trusted her sister.

“Alice…” Heather giggled. “Um, now we want to do something new.” Suddenly feeling bashful, she looked at Linda, who picked up the thread.

“Listen, Alice,” Linda said, “I’m gonna kiss you down there,” she pointed between the child’s parted legs, “and Heather, she’ll kiss you on the mouth. You tell us if you like it, okay?”

“Um, okay. S-sure,” Alice answered. Her heart was pounding frantically.

The wide-eyed little girl stared as Linda laid down between her legs, slowly moving closer to the cleft of Alice’s sex. Extending her tongue, Linda traced it up and down the six-year-old’s slit — then took longer, deeper licks, as if she was eating an ice cream cone.

“Oh. Oh!” Alice gasped as Linda’s tongue pressed its way into her vagina. “It’s… omigosh, it’s the b-best feeling ever.”

Heather watched in awe, gently masturbating as her best friend went down on her little sister, fingering her own slit all the while. Wow, Alice’s pussy sure is pretty. Wonder if she’d let me lick it?

She felt certain that you weren’t supposed to do things like that to your own sister, especially when she was only six… but right then, Heather was dying to know if Alice tasted as sweet as she looked.

“Don’t — ooooh — don’t stop doing that, please,” Alice begged, and Linda was all too happy to keep licking. But the child was unable to keep still, shifting about so much that Heather had to hold her in place.

From where she sat, Heather could easily read the expressions on her sister’s pretty face. She watched Alice’s pleasure build, heard her ecstatic moans, felt the tiny tremors rippling through her slender body.

She’s about to come, Heather realized.

Wanting her sister’s first sexual experience to be a truly special one, she reached down to toy with Alice’s button, that special part of a girl’s body that felt better than anything when it got touched.

That was enough to set Alice off. The child’s mewling quickly became a wail, her body jerking helplessly. Linda didn’t stop, just kept licking, and Heather continued to tease her younger sibling’s clit. Finally, Alice twisted away from the older girls, panting, “No, no, no, no, stop…”

Heather and Linda studied the six-year-old as she lay gasping for breath, face flushed, her forehead marbled with sweat… then they exchanged knowing grins. That went pretty well, Heather decided.

“Are you okay, Alice?” Linda said, leaning over the little girl.

The child’s eyes slowly drifted open, a dreamy smile on her lips. “Oh, Linda… I loved how it felt, and I love you.” Her gaze drifted over to Heather. “You’re the best big sister in the whole world, Heather. I love you so much.”

“Love you too, kiddo,” Heather said, bending down to give Alice a tender kiss. “Now what?” she added, looking up at Linda.

After a moment’s thought, Linda was about to say something when Heather looked at the time and said, “Oh, crap! We gotta get cleaned up and put some clothes on. Mom’s gonna be home soon!”

The girls flew into motion. Heather and Linda took turns washing at the bathroom sink, then they helped little Alice get clean, and all three of them got dressed.

“You can’t tell anyone about this, Alice,” Heather said to her baby sister. “If Mom finds out, we’ll be in the biggest trouble ever.” She extended her little finger. “Pinky swear that you’ll keep it a secret, okay?”

“We can do it again some time, right?” Alice asked, her arms folded.

“Anytime you like,” Heather said.

“Pinky swear, then,” the child agreed, hooking fingers with her big sister.

“Cool!” exclaimed Linda. “Oh, wow, we’re gonna have so much fun…”

“Okay, come on,” Heather said, a bit impatiently, “let’s go back downstairs.”

Sue arrived home ten minutes later, bearing a large pepperoni pizza, where she found the girls in the family room, playing video games. Soon they were all scarfing down hot slices.

Sue had no idea what had happened while she’d been away, though she was pleased to see that Heather and Linda were allowing Alice to hang out with them for once.

It’s good to know that Heather still loves her little sister, she thought.

As promised: Part Two!

By Misty Meadow

Audrey’s kisses are heavenly. I’ve kissed a few girls before, but they were just friendly pecks or kisses done on a dare, but sucking on Audrey’s sweet tongue sets my tummy fluttering.

But I have loftier ambitions that go far beyond kissing. Breaking away, I roll onto my side, looking at her.  Not just her lovely face, but her slender torso with the barely perceptible swell of her hips, her long smooth legs and best of all, those sweet budding breasts.

I lean in and lick her nipples. She shivers. “Oh… oh, Misty!”

“Kissing is awesome, isn’t it?” I say, softly. “I love kissing your lips and your breasts, but more than anything, I want to put my mouth on your…”

“…my cunt!” Audrey cries. “Yes, kiss my cunt, Misty. It’s been thrilling, letting you and your mum look at it all afternoon, but now it really needs to be kissed.” She lies back, spreading her legs open. “Pretty please?”

Sliding down the bed, I nuzzle her belly button and lower, then abruptly jump further down to plant tiny kisses on Audrey’s inner thighs. I’m shifting from one side to the other, slowly advancing forward, approaching the gates of heaven.

Unable to stand the teasing any longer, she grabs my braids and tugs at them, drawing me to her until I’m so close to her cunt that I can feel its warmth on my face. Her slit is edged by little pink lips, soft and moist, and at the top, there’s that little bump called the clit, that Mum tells me is the centre of all girls’ pleasure.

I can’t hold off any longer so I lower my head, gently touching my lips to Audrey’s cunt in a kiss, softer than the ones we shared minutes ago. I know I’m creating sensations in her that she’s never felt before. Just as Mum told me that her first taste of Gran’s cunt was something that she remembered for the rest of her life, I know I’ll never forget this moment.

I press my tongue between those sweet lips while drawing a deep breath through my nose. The aroma of her arousal is unmistakable, just like well-used knickers, but stronger, thicker. I hear Audrey moan, sounding just like those lesbian videos I like to watch, only she isn’t faking it.

Her hips writhe as she presses my face into her juicy pussy with both hands. “Oh, my G-God,” she croaks, “I never knew, d-didn’t know I could feel this good! Don’t stop, Misty, keep licking me!” She groans again.

I know what she wants. I run my tongue up to the top of Audrey’s cunt and flick her button, then take it into my mouth. She gasps as I purse my lips around her clit and suck hard.

Then she lets out a little yelp, and I lift my head. “Did that hurt?” I ask.

Audrey shakes her head. “No, but it’s so sensitive, you surprised me. It was the most marvelous feeling I’ve ever had. You make me blissfully happy, Misty, and I want to make sweet love to you now.”

I wanted to make her come, hoping to seal her love for me, as it were… but if Audrey wants to give that same pleasure to me, that might seal it, too.

I crawl up beside her and roll onto my back, and in less than a second she’s face down between my legs, hands on my waist and her face buried where it belongs. When her tongue touches me, it’s like a jet of hot water from the showerhead, but sweeter and softer. My heart swells with love for this girl who, although two years older than me, has captured my heart.

Her tongue goes to work, She seems to be quite skilled at eating pussy, but perhaps she’s merely doing what comes naturally, something that girls know by instinct. My cunt is dripping.

I pinch my nipples, feeling them throb and grow hard. I’m looking down at Audrey’s bobbing head as she slides her tongue up and down my slit, the further down to see her beautiful bum lifted high in the air. I’m gonna have to pay some attention to that part of her too, I decide. I’m marvelling at my luck, thrilled by the fact that of all the girls in the school, Audrey has chosen me.

Then the door open, and Mum stands there.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” she announces before she has a chance to see what’s going on, then grins, adding, “Oh, I see you’ve eaten already.”

Audrey drops her head between my legs to the sheet, which is already damp with our juices, and her shoulders are shaking.

I lift my head and prop myself up on my elbows. “Are you okay, Audrey?” I ask, worried at how she might react at being caught. She looks up at me — not crying, but giggling. To me, Mum’s humour is kinda corny, but the sight of my lover’s amusement makes me chuckle as well.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Mum says, “but we don’t usually knock in this house. Excuse me, you two carry on.”

It’s a polite offer, but can we carry on? The spell is broken, and we sit up and look at Mum, still dressed in the silk blouse she’d worn to work that day, one that shows off her nipples quite effectively. She had taken off her skirt, though, and wore nothing below the waist but her turquoise satin knickers. Her smile tells us she’s enjoyed catching us in this intimate scene.

Audrey and I look at each other, and nod. “We’ll be down as soon as we’re dressed, Jo,” she says.

Mum arches an eyebrow. “You’re dressing for dinner?”

“Just knickers,” Audrey laughs, “but Misty is more formal; she has a vest.” Nevertheless, she puts her bra back on, and I fish her knickers from her backpack and hold them open for her to step into.

In the kitchen, we sit at the breakfast bar to eat pasta and salad, then retire to the living room where Mum sits between us, looking at more pictures from Gran’s amazing collection. We see a succession of underage girls in various stages of undress, singly or in pairs, and occasionally with adults, posing in positions worthy of the finest gymnasts, invariably flaunting their treasures, except for those who happily show off their underwear — sometimes like our own, sometimes really fancy.

“There’s nothing wrong with plain knickers,” Mum says, “it’s the girl inside them that gets me wet — like you two little nymphets, right now. No need to go to Victoria’s Secret for expensive frillies which are going to get taken right off anyway.”

In every picture the subject seems perfectly willing to be photographed, not merely consenting, but eager to display her intimate parts for the camera.

Mum calls a halt when the novelty begins to wear off. “So,” she says, leaning back and looking at us, “you two finally got to have oral sex. How marvelous. What was it like? Don’t tell me; I know how it feels to be tongued by a lover. Actually, I like doing the licking myself even more.”

I’m quite surprised when Mum goes on to tell Audrey everything about how she my grandmother had sex, back when she was even younger than I am. Now our most tightly held secrets are shared by a third person.

Audrey sits open-mouthed, astonished at Mum’s depravity, as others might call it, though to me it’s just love. Then she learns that the reason Mum’s cunt opening was so huge in one of our pictures is because my fist had just been inside it.

“Oh my God!” she gasped. “Misty’s fist! Incredible.”

“Girls, I’m delighted that you found each other and have discovered the thrill of making love… but now I’m beginning to feel the tiniest bit neglected.” Mum looks down at where her big brown nipples show through the silk blouse she’s wearing.

I take the hint and unbutton Mum’s top, spreading it wide open. Audrey, on the other side, doesn’t waste a second, leaning in to kiss a breast. As she works on the right, I concentrate on the left, rubbing my palm over my mum’s hardening nipple, then taking it between forefinger and thumb, rolling and pinching it.

“Harder!” Mum hisses between clenched teeth. “Hurt me! Go on, hurt me!”

I pinch harder, wanting to please her without causing too much pain, then she pushes my hand away and pulls my head down so I can suckle. Her nipple seems huge in my mouth, and I nurse away happily, just like I must have done as an infant back before I was Mum’s lover.

“Now I have two little babies!” Mum crows happily. “What a lucky mummy I am.”

Audrey comes up for air and runs her eyes over Mum’s gorgeous body. “Your knickers are really pretty, Jo, but I want to see your cunt again,” she says. “I’m gonna take ‘em off, okay?”

“Be my guest,” Mum says, already raising her arse.

I lift my head and watch as Audrey kneels between Mum’s legs and takes those turquoise knickers off. A big waft of sex odour rises from her cunt, like steam from hot soup, and we breathe it in hungrily.

Audrey squats on her heels, gazing at Mum’s big floppy labia, then with her fingertips, she pulls them wide open. Mum’s swollen clit is almost half an inch long and Audrey leans in, taking it between her lips. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks and Mum gasps.

“Oh, you sexy little fox!” she says. “Where did you learn to do that?” Audrey is too busy to answer.

“Well, your clit is so big, Mum, so hard to miss,” I offer. “How could she not want to suck on it?”

For the longest time I’ve thought about eating Mum’s cunt, and now my lover has beaten me to it. I ought to feel jealous, but I know that in a few minutes, it’ll be me down there, my lips and tongue tasting Mum’s copious flow of nectar, and I’ve no wish to deny Audrey the same kind of pleasure.

Mum’s head is thrown back, mouth open, her chest heaving as she pants for breath. It’s an incredibly erotic scene and I sit up, lean back, push my knickers down to my ankles and kick them off, then press two fingers to my cunt and masturbate, just as Audrey looks up at Mum’s contorted face, then over at me.

I spread my legs even wider, thrilled to be pleasuring myself while my darling watches me. Audrey’s gaze adds to my growing excitement until I feel my orgasm hit, and it feels like all the pleasures in the world compressed into a tiny ball that explodes like the big bang itself, creating a universe more beautiful than seems possible, sending wave after wave of pure rapture sweeping through me. My toes curl, my head spins and I cry out loud.

Audrey looks up, alarmed. “It’s okay, sweetie,” Mum says. “Misty just came, that’s all.”

That’s all? It’s everything! What I feel is so incredibly intense that I want Audrey to share it. So I kneel behind her and pull her knickers down. She lifts one leg at a time so I can pull them off, then parts her thighs for me. I touch her cunt, now dripping wet with her honey, and Audrey responds by thrusting her bum up,  inviting me to have my way with that pretty little bottom.

I’m enthralled by the sight of her little brown rosebud, finding it impossible to resist. Bending down, I kiss it, push my tongue against the sweet pucker as a promise of things to come, give it a few long, slow licks, then drift down a couple of inches to her cunt. The angle is awkward for licking, but I can manage it, my body low to the floor, head tilted up, my tongue darting into her delicious crack, probing and sucking, gulping down as much of Audrey’s fluids as I can manage.

From my vantage point, it’s hard to judge her reaction, but I can hear muffled humming noises until a hoarse cry explodes from her lips. I refuse to quit, though, going down on my teen lover until she wrenches herself away from me, collapses onto the floor and rolls on to her back, panting for breath.

Mum lifts her head. “Oh, my — you made her come, Misty. Well done!” She gives me a bashful smile. “I’m right on the edge myself.”

I don’t need another hint, so I gently roll Audrey out of the way, then dive between Mum’s legs to fulfill one of my wickedest fantasies: to make my own mother come in my mouth.

As I fasten my lips to Mum’s juicy cunt, she weaves her fingers together around the back of my head, holding me fast. There’s no escape — even if I wanted to break free, which I absolutely do not. My mother is frantic for an orgasm, and it’s little Misty’s time to shine!

I do all those things that I’ve carefully watched lesbians do on those thrilling internet videos, using every trick I can remember — fingering, licking, probing, kissing, sucking, anything and everything to bring Mum to a knee-trembler of a climax. She’s already so aroused that it takes less than two minutes before her thighs clamp my face between them, her hips jerk and she howls, “Oh, sweet Jesus, I’m coming, my darling, I’m c-coming!”

“Holy cow!” I hear Audrey say.

“Yes, yes!” Mum hisses, her fingernails digging into my scalp. With one final upward lunge of her hips, she goes limp and releases me. I look up at her brightly flushed face, contorted with ecstasy.

The warm glow of contentment spreads through me… I want to laugh, to scream, to dance around the room like a fool. At last, I’ve made Mum come! What joy! I’m so proud to be the daughter to her that she was to her own mum, using my body to fulfill her needs. I’m drowning in a sea of love, an ocean of delicious sexual depravity, happier than I’ve ever been in my life.

Later, sated and recovered from our adventures, we three go upstairs. On the landing, Mum hugs our naked bodies to hers, reaching down to cup our bare bums. “Goodnight, my sweet darlings,” she whispers. “I love you both so much.” She goes into my bedroom and we go into the bathroom.

“We’ll shower in the morning,” I suggest, wanting the odour of sex on our bodies to linger, so we can breathe it in all night long. We brush our teeth, and Audrey uses my toothbrush, which makes for a nice intimate moment.

In Mum’s king-size bed, we lie side by side, happy to just be together, still lightheaded from our lovemaking.

“Do you mind when I call your mum ‘Mummy’?” Audrey asks.

“No, not at all, in fact I like it. Now I can think of you as my sexy big sister!”

“I think it’s usually big sisters who teach the younger ones about sex, but in our case it’s the other way round, huh? You’ve certainly been teaching me!”

“And Mum has, too.”

“Ah, yes,” a dreamy-eyed Audrey says, “Your gorgeous, sexy mum.”

“My nymphomaniac mum. God, we’re so lucky. We are.”

I’m about to drift off to sleep when she says, “If only Miss Jackson could’ve seen us earlier. She’d come in her shorts.”

The thought rouses me a bit. “Those sexy tight nylon ones with the permanent camel toe? Wouldn’t that be something?”

“Oh, she’s definitely into little girls. Do you fancy her, then?”

“I did, but then Mum and I got into stuff and you came along and stole my heart. I still think she’s attractive, though.”

“Attractive or sexy?” she asks.

I ponder the question. “Definitely sexy. Not as hot as Mum, though. Why do you ask?”

She pauses. “I know this sounds weird, but I think that I might just give Miss Jackson a hint that I’m interested, and see what happens, y’know?”

I try to picture it, the thirty-something gym teacher with the thin body and short hair, almost a poster girl for dykes, making a move on my thirteen-year-old girlfriend.

It’s intriguing. Today’s events seem to have loosened Audrey’s inhibitions and let her inner lesbian run wild. And why only Audrey? I like Miss Jackson, too! Maybe we could both hit on our teacher, get her into a hot threesome.

I sit up in bed, suddenly excited again. “Let’s both do it — attack her from two sides, so to speak. We can use some sexy moves on her, like some of those girls in Gran’s picture collection. When’s your next P.E. class?”

“Tomorrow, as it happens. Last period.”

“That’s perfect. Hang back when it’s over and try to get alone with her, then I’ll join you.”

Audrey is practically bouncing in the bed. “That sounds awesome. Oh, Misty… I love you, you dirty little girl!”

I beam at the compliment, then lie back and fall asleep in seconds.

On to Part Five!