By: Girl Lover

This story was sent to us by Girl Lover. We liked it but felt the sex scenes especially could use some “punching up,” as we say in the writing business. She admitted that she had a difficult time with this story and was happy to receive an assist from Juicy Secrets’ own Cheryl Taggert. Cheryl also provided editing of the original text of the story. Ninety-five percent of this story was written by Girl Lover, so she gets credit, with a nod to Cheryl for her added material.   –The Juicy Secrets Staff

Ten-year-old Akiko stood on the edge of the football field of McCallum Middle-High School, a combination middle school and high school, in the early morning. The air was still cool, though in a few hours the hot Texas sun would bake everything, as a chorus of noises filled the air from a couple dozen 6^th grade to 12^th grade girls. Some were doing cartwheels; others were reciting their cheers; still others were stretching. Akiko herself was just starting sixth grade, though she should have been in fifth. When her family moved to Austin, Texas, her father had her take advanced placement tests, moving her up a grade. Her eyes nervously watched the older girls on the field. Being new and not knowing anyone made her even more nervous than she already was. After watching for a few seconds more, she managed to pluck up her courage enough to walk over to the sign-in desk.

“Write your name, grade and uniform size,” came the instructions from the obviously bored older teen sitting behind the desk. She had given the same instructions several times during the last half hour and was sick of it. Akiko took the pen and wrote on the blank space. Akiko Hirabayashi. 6^th grade. Size extra small.

The teen behind the desk frowned at the name, “A…A-key-koo Hi-ray,” pronouncing it wrongly, “bay…bah– What kind of name is that?!”

Akiko sighed silently. Everyone always had trouble pronouncing her Japanese name. “Ah-kee-ko Hee-ra-bah-yah-shi.”

The teen, however, wasn’t interested, and with a sniff of discontent, she reached into a box and handed Akiko a folded uniform wrapped in a plastic bag, along with a schedule. In her uninterested tone, she told her, “Practice is before school at 8:15. Jane and Elizabeth…,” she pointed to a couple of older high-school girls chatting nearby, “…will show you around.”

Akiko turned and began walking toward them. There was also another girl, seemingly her age, standing beside them. “Excuse me. I was told you would show me around,” Akiko asked quietly.

They turned toward her. “Oh hi,” one of them greeted her cheerfully, “You must be one of the new girls. This is Caroline. She’s new too.” Caroline waved. “Come on.”

They began walking toward the school building. “I’m Jane. This is Elizabeth. We’re in charge of new student orientation. We’ll show you where to go, where not to go, where the cafeteria is, where the student store is…everything you need to know.”

Walking inside the main hall, they turned to the right, down a side corridor. “This is the science hall.”

“That smell is from the dead animals they’re dissecting,” Elizabeth interrupted laughing.

“Yeah,” Jane joined in, “after they’re done, they take ‘em to the cafeteria.”

Both teens laughed as Akiko and Caroline remained quiet, looking apprehensively around at the closed doors, half-wondering if what they said was true. As they came to the corner, about to turn left, Elizabeth pointed to a set of double doors, exiting outside to a stairway leading down, “Those are the Kicker steps, but they’re off limits to you. You have to be a Kicker to use them.”

“Or a Kicker’s girl,” Jane added, “If you try to go by yourselves, the Kickers will throw you off.” The younger girls’ eyes widened in fear.

“What’s a Kicker?” Caroline asked curiously.

“Wanna-be cowboys.”

They continued down the corridors with Jane and Elizabeth pointing out different things as other students hung out in the halls, waiting for the first bell. Noticing a small group of ominous thugs huddled outside the building smoking blatantly, Caroline asked, “Who are they?”

“The assholes of the school,” Jane scowled contemptuously at them. “They’re nothing but a bunch of bullies,” Elizabeth echoed. “They’re always trying to start fights. Last year, they broke a girl’s arm, and once, they actually stabbed someone.”

Jane added, “Whatever you do, don’t get caught alone in the restroom.”

The group moved on. “Okay, here’s our lockers. We have this whole row staked out so pick an empty one.” Akiko and Caroline quickly went forth, claiming two lockers beside each other and happily began putting their things inside. As they finished, Jane and Elizabeth explained the cheerleaders’ routines, such as being on time for morning practice, wearing their uniforms during game days, sitting together during lunch and getting together on weekends. The new girls, excited to be part of such a prestigious group, couldn’t help grinning at everything that the cheerleader squad had to offer. Akiko was especially proud. Being so young and shy, she was worried about not fitting in, but here she was! A cheerleader!

Hearing a commotion, they turned to see the other cheerleaders approaching. “That’s Kerri,” Jane told them, nodding toward the tall, golden-hair teen leading the pack.

Clearly a senior and obviously in charge of the others, Kerri addressed Jane, “You tell ‘em what’s up?”

“Yea.”

Kerri glanced at the new girls for a few seconds as if studying them, then proceeded to her locker along with the others. Akiko’s eyes followed her as she opened her locker. Kerri’s confidence and well-developed body were awe-inspiring. Definitely not the body of a scrawny little kid like Akiko was. To Akiko, she was the most beautiful girl she had ever seen.

The bell rang and so began her first day at her new school. During lunch, as she exited the fast food line, she slowly walked forward, scanning the enormous cafeteria for the cheerleader table. Seeing it, she walked over and then recognized Caroline sitting at the end of a table.

“Hi. Is it okay if I sit with you?” she greeted her shyly.

“Yeah uh…. What’s your name again?”

“Akiko.”

“Ah…” Caroline started, unsure of what the rest was.

“Ah-kee-ko,” Akiko said slowly.

“Akiko,” Caroline repeated, “I’m Caroline.”

Unlike Akiko, Caroline wasn’t shy and quickly made her feel welcome. They talked about being on the cheerleading squad and about being at a new school. They had most of their classes together, except the last one. Caroline was surprised that Akiko was only ten and they learned they were both in the orchestra.

As they talked, Akiko kept stealing glances at Kerri, sitting several chairs away, surrounded by several of the older girls.

“D’ya think she’s bossy?” Caroline suddenly asked.

Akiko shook her head, still staring absent-mindedly, “I think she’s beautiful.” Realizing what she just said, Akiko quickly turned to Caroline “I didn’t mean–”

Caroline smiled, “It’s okay. I know what you mean.”

After school let out, Akiko started for home.

“Akiko!”

Akiko turned around to see Caroline running toward her. “Is it ok if I walk home with you?”

“Yeah. Where do you live?” Akiko asked.

“On Spooner Street.”

“Really? I live right next to you on Evergreen Terrace. Hey, maybe we could walk to school together.”

“My dad drops me off at school on his way to work.”

“Oh,” Akiko said, disappointed. “Well, we can still walk home together can’t we?”

“Sure!”

They chatted until they had to part ways, each going to her home. After getting home, Akiko’s mother came out of the kitchen, asking excitedly, “So, how was it?”

Akiko answered by smiling broadly while opening her backpack and pulling out her uniform, proudly showing it off. Taking it in her hands, her mom asked, “You did it?”

“Yeah! And I made a friend too! We can walk home together! They’re the coolest girls in the whole school–and they let me join them! Me!”

Her mom hugged her, “See, I told you it wouldn’t be so bad.”

“This is going to be so awesome, Mom! Now I’ll be one of the coolest girls in the whole school!”

“I’m so happy for you!”

Akiko started for her room, then turned back after a few steps, “I’m really going to like it here Mom.”

Later that night after Akiko was in bed, Kerri, the tall, beautiful girl,  came to her mind. Kerri. Such a pretty name. Just like her. She was…perfect.

*****

Akiko was in high spirits the next morning as she skipped into the living room.

“Aren’t you excited,” her mom remarked, “You’re going dressed like that?”

“We’re supposed to wear our gym clothes for morning practice,” Akiko explained. “Bye!”

“But you haven’t had breakfast yet.”

“I’ll pick up something in the cafeteria. I wanna get there early,” Akiko replied, eagerly anticipating seeing Caroline again. As well as Kerri.

Akiko eagerly arrived on the field, excited and curious as to what they would be doing. As she was looking around, Caroline found her and ran over. “Hi Akiko.”

“Hello,” Akiko replied back, but before they could talk much, Kerri and a couple of the older girls began lining everyone up. Kerri led them through several moves as she or one of the other teens would correct any of their stances that were wrong. She was amazing to watch. Her seamless movements and jiggling breasts caused Akiko to lose focus on her own movements at times.

Practice went on for another half hour, then the girls went into the locker room to change out of their PE clothes. As Akiko and Caroline were in the midst of changing, they both stared in shock at how several of the older teens completely undressed and went into the shower. After staring in amazement for several seconds, Caroline asked, “Are you gonna take a shower?”

Eyes opened wide, Akiko fearfully shook her head, “Uh-uh!”

Caroline remarked, “Me either.”

As they were standing up to leave, Akiko suddenly noticed Kerri coming towards them, completely naked, carrying her towel by her side instead of wrapped around herself as the others did. Frozen in place, Akiko’s eyes followed as she walked past them to the shower.

After she passed, Caroline whispered laughingly, “OhmyGod! Did you see how big her boobs are?!”

Still in awe, Akiko breathed out quietly, “Yeaaah…”

Caroline grabbed her stuff, “You coming?”

“Umm,…,” then Akiko quickly blurted out, “I need to use the bathroom. Go on. I’ll see you in class.”

“Okay,” Caroline said before leaving. Akiko went into one of the bathroom stalls and closed the door, but remained standing, peeking out of the crack in the door frame. She didn’t need to go but just had to see Kerri again as she came out. She couldn’t see into the shower but watched hopefully through the crack.

After several torturous minutes, Kerri finally came out. Behind the door of the stall, Akiko stopped breathing in her admiration. Though she knew spying like this was wrong, she couldn’t help it. After Kerri left, Akiko slowly opened the door of the stall and came out. Releasing her breath, she stood there for a moment, replaying the scene over again in her mind. Then realizing that she had to go to class, she left.

For the rest of the day, Akiko gazed at Kerri every chance she could. She knew she could never approach her though. After all she was only a 6^th grader, a little kid, while Kerri was practically an adult. So for all its futility, Akiko held on to what little she had, which was to simply admire her from afar.

Later that night as she laid in bed, her dreams took her back to the football field. Kerri was helping her with her moves. Holding her arms, guiding them into various poses. ‘You’re doing good,’ Kerri complimented her. ‘I think that’s enough practice. Do you want to take a shower with me?’ . . .

“Sweetie, it’s time to get up.”

Akiko opened her eyes, staring at her mother stupefied for a moment till she realized it was morning. Groaning in regret for having such a lovely dream interrupted, she sluggishly pulled back the covers. Getting up, the thought of seeing Kerri again spurred her to rush through breakfast so that she could get to school.

During the rest of that week, she began to get into the swing of things. She and Caroline learned about the Mac Shack, a fast food joint across the street from the school. It was the cool place to hang out. At practice, she became acquainted with more of the girls but was not nearly as close to them as she was to Caroline. After practice, she always came up with an excuse to remain behind in the locker room after Caroline left in order to catch a glimpse of Kerri coming out of the shower. Though she wanted to talk to Kerri, she was too shy and Kerri seemed too much out of her league.

On the last day, Friday, as they were walking home together, Caroline surprised her by asking, “Is there anyone that you like?”

Akiko looked at her funnily, “Like?”

“You know…,” Caroline smirked, “Like like. As in you got the hots for.”

Put on the spot, Akiko couldn’t help blushing, revealing her answer to Caroline.

Caroline crowed gleefully, “There is! Come on, who is it?!” Akiko looked down, her eyes darting nervously, fiercely trying to think of how to dodge the question. “Who is it?” Caroline prodded impatiently.

“Nobody! I…uh…don’t like anyone,” Akiko stammered in an obviously uncertain tone.

“Yes you do! Please tell me, I promise I won’t laugh.”

Despite Caroline’s assurance, Akiko still couldn’t bring herself to say that she had a crush on another girl, and so blurted out, “Josh Burton!”

“Josh Burton?!” Caroline’s face wrinkled in disgust. Akiko didn’t know why she chose Josh Burton. He was the first boy that popped into her head, and now it was out in the open. “Why do you like him?”

“I-I don’t know. I just do…But not a lot…Just…I don’t know,” Akiko stammered, becoming more uncomfortable by the second.

“It’s okay,” Caroline apologetically tried to reassure her. Akiko remained silent, halfheartedly smiling to show that she wasn’t upset.

“Caroline? What if–” Akiko hesitated.

“What?”

“–Nothing.”

*****

Monday morning after practice. In the locker room, Caroline was waiting on Akiko to finish getting dressed. Akiko, purposely taking her time, told her, “I’ll see you in class.”

As soon as Caroline left, Akiko went into the bathroom stall. Peeking out through the crack, she was not able to see into the shower and tried to picture what Kerri would look like. Water running down her naked body. Her hands gliding over her skin, leaving a bubbly trail of soap, quickly washed away under the misty spray. Akiko’s eyes widened in desire. She had to take a peek! Quietly opening the door and seeing no one, she crept up to the doorway of the communal shower. Holding her breath, she slowly peeked around the edge of the doorway and froze. Kerri’s back was to her. Her golden hair clung wet against her upper back while water streamed down into the crack of her butt and down her legs. Akiko stood mesmerized, unable to turn away.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!”

With a squeal, Akiko jerked around. Jessi, one of the older teens, stood there, staring down at Akiko, a scowl across her face. “Hey Kerri!”

“What?”

“Caught this little dyke checking you out!”

Akiko jerked her head back to see Kerri walking over, her hard eyes penetrating her. Akiko felt the color draining from her face as her lower lip quivered slightly.

“You looking at me?” Kerri’s menacing voice was quiet, with an unmistakable threat in it.

Unable to speak, Akiko shook her head frightfully. After staring for several seconds, Kerri turned and walked back to the running shower. Akiko stood motionless for a moment, then fear caused her to bolt towards her locker, quickly snatching her backpack and tripping in her haste. Sprawling out on the floor, she jumped up and continued running out of the locker room. Once in the hallway, she slowed to a walk so as not to attract attention.

Quickly walking down the crowded hall, she kept her head down while a mixture of emotions filled her: fear, humiliation, but above all, sadness. Sadness over how one so beautiful could be so mean and frightening. All of the lovely images she had of Kerri were gone. As she approached her classroom, she managed to get her feelings in check so as not to arouse questions from the other kids. Still, the matter ate at her all that morning. Noticing that Akiko was quieter than usual, Caroline could see that something was wrong but didn’t ask.

At lunch as she sat down across from Caroline, Akiko glanced at Kerri and Jessi on the other side of the table, wondering if they told anyone, but they seemed to pay her no mind. Finally Caroline asked, “Is something wrong?”

“No.”

“Well, you haven’t said anything all day.”

Akiko searched for an excuse, “I…just don’t feel like talking.”

After lunch, as they left the cafeteria and headed outside to go to the Mac Shack as they always did, Akiko, still upset, didn’t feel like going. She just wanted to be alone for a while. “You go on. I’m going to get some books from the library.”

In the library, Akiko went to the back wall to where the history and nature books she enjoyed reading were. Skimming the shelf, she chose a book and sat down in a comfortable chair set up against the wall, the tall shelves giving her some privacy. For a few minutes, she just stared blankly at the book as the locker room scene replayed in her mind. She had never felt as sad as she did now. She loved Kerri. And now her heart was broken.

“Hi.”

Akiko jumped at the sound even though it was a quiet voice. Watching her from nearby was Samantha, an eighth grader. She was a pretty girl, but Akiko didn’t know her that well, being that they were in different grades. She was attractive, and being older, she had already begun to develop.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” Samantha said quietly.

Akiko eyed her curiously as Samantha continued. “I was–” Samantha paused, looking nervous, “I don’t know how to say this, so I’m just going to say it.” She took a breath, “I’ve been watching you ever since you started school. I’ve been wanting to get to know you better, but I didn’t think you would be into–” She took another breath, then continued shyly, “I saw you in the locker room this morning.”

Akiko’s face instantly became alarmed prompting the girl to quickly add, “Don’t worry! No one else knows. I just–” she paused, smiling. “I just wanted to tell you that, um–” Samantha’s voice dropped to a whisper. “I like girls too.” Akiko’s eyes widened. “And I like you.” Akiko’s mouth dropped open. The morning’s events disappeared from Akiko’s mind as Samantha’s words sank in.

“Ever since I first saw you last week, I’ve been wanting to talk to you.” Samantha smiled and looked embarrassed for a moment, “Actually, um, I’ve been wanting to do more than just talk. I would–like to–uh–kiss you.”

Akiko froze, not knowing what to do.

“There’s an empty classroom in the Science Hall,” Samantha continued, “We could go there and–kiss if you want.” Samantha was very pretty. Before Akiko knew what she was doing, she was nodding her head. Samantha smiled and held out her hand. Akiko took it.

As they walked down the corridor to the Science Hall, Akiko grew more and more excited. Her first kiss! From a girl! Samantha stopped before a door and opened it. They stepped into a dim room, closing the door behind them. Samantha took her hand as Akiko’s heart was beating so hard she was afraid it would burst out of her chest.

“I’ve never done this before,” Samantha whispered excitedly.

“Neither have I,” Akiko whispered back, just as excited.

Samantha stepped closer as Akiko’s breathing became heavier. “Close your eyes,” Samantha whispered.

Akiko closed them. The only sound was her pounding heart. She felt Samantha’s lips on hers. . . .

Then explosive riots of laughter. Akiko’s eyes popped open to see a live frog from the biology classroom, touching her lips. She screamed, jerking back and falling over, smacking her head on the floor. Amidst a chorus of jeers and screams of laughter, she looked up at several girls surrounding her.

Samantha, an ugly grin on her face, pushed the frog towards her, taunting her in a comical voice, “I want to kiss you!”

Akiko tried to scramble back, but the girls pinned her in, chanting, “DYKE…DYKE…DYKE…”

“KISS ME!!” Samantha screamed, pushing the frog against her.

Turning over and scrambling on her hands and knees, Akiko pushed her way through the girls. Flinging open the door, she fled blindly down the hall towards the nearest exit. Tears streaming down her face, she ran–not realizing where she was going till she found herself going across the empty football field, then behind the bleachers on the far side where she collapsed on the ground.

For several minutes she cried bitterly. First Kerri, then Samantha. How could girls be so cruel?! And horrible?! After her tears ran dry, she just stared blankly. Samantha had seemed so nice. The sadness took her again, as she laid on the ground, sobbing. She remained there even after the bell rang, signaling the return to class. She couldn’t go back. She wanted to just run away, but where? How? She couldn’t even tell anyone because the shame was too great. After several minutes, she slowly lifted herself up. First to a sitting position, then to her feet. She forced herself to walk back towards the school building, then inside.

She quietly shuffled along the silent, empty corridor, then to the bathroom to wash her face. Stepping up to the sink, she stared at the tear-streaked face in the mirror with its empty eyes. The life and joy was gone from them. Perhaps never to return. For the hundredth time, she asked why did this all happen. Well, not all girls were mean. Caroline was nice.

The silence was broken by the door opening. Akiko turned around and her stomach dropped as she froze in terror. Two older teens were watching her. She recognized them instantly. The punk thugs that Jane and Elizabeth had warned about on her first day.

‘Whatever you do, don’t get caught alone in the restroom.’

“Well, what do we have here?” one of them smiled wickedly as she sauntered over. Towering a foot and a half taller than Akiko, the spiky-haired punk grabbed Akiko by the collar, “One of those fucking cheerleaders who thinks they’re better than everyone else!”

The other punk, taller than the first with her short, dark-blue, pixyish hair making her look more like a boy, came over, staring at Akiko with steely eyes.

“What the fuck you lookin’ at?! Think you’re better than me?” the first punk growled as Akiko desperately shook her head. Trembling, she closed her eyes. Then the sound of splattering water came to their ears. The spiky-haired punk looked down to see a growing yellow puddle on the floor between Akiko’s legs. The punk laughed, turning to the other, “Little bitch is pissing herself!”

The second punk continued to stare silently and emotionlessly at Akiko, then told the first punk in no uncertain terms, “Let’s go.” The punk released her grip on Akiko’s collar as both punks turned around and left the bathroom.

Akiko grabbed onto the sink as she thought for a second, she was going to throw up. After a minute, the feeling passed. Terrified that they might return, she grabbed several paper towels and quickly wiped up the puddle. Then after pulling up her dress, she wiped her legs as best she could. Realizing that she would have to throw her panties away too, she pulled them down and tossed them into the trash along with the paper towels. Then she stepped out into the hall as the bell rang, signaling the transition to the next period.

Going to her locker as students poured into the hallway, she quickly grabbed her textbook and went to her next class without speaking to anyone. Sitting at her desk, she crossed her legs, praying that no one would see that she wasn’t wearing panties as she kept her eyes down on the table, afraid to look at anyone.

Class went on as usual but the news of how the new girl was a dyke swept through the school. After class, as she walked to her locker, she tried to ignore the stares and whispers, but couldn’t. Approaching her locker, she first saw Caroline looking at her sadly, then noticed Samantha leaning arrogantly beside her locker, smiling nastily with the other cheerleaders tittering beside her.

Akiko lost control as she broke into a run, with the cheerleaders’ jeers following her, drowning out Caroline’s voice calling her name. Running to the nearest door leading outside, she ran out behind the building. Crying inconsolably, she didn’t hear Caroline’s voice until she touched her arm. Looking up, she saw for the first time someone who wasn’t horribly cruel. Someone who felt sorry for her and cared.

Caroline embraced her. “I don’t care what they’re saying. You’re my friend.” Akiko fell into her arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

“I’m s-so embarrassed. I-I don’t know what to do–I can’t go back.”

“Can we tell the teacher?” Caroline asked.

“N-no,” Akiko bawled, “It’ll just make it worse. S-Samantha will s-say I’m making it up. M-my parents will f-find out.”

The bell rang, signaling the start of the next class. “Come on,” Caroline took her hand, “We need to go.”

Akiko pulled back, “I can’t!”

“What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know.”

Caroline took her hand. “Please come. I’ll stay with you and won’t let anyone hurt you.”

Akiko let Caroline lead her back inside. The hall was empty as everyone was already in class, but down the hall beside their lockers, several adults were clustered around something on the floor. As they approached, they recognized the principal and vice-principle among the adults, as well as the nurse crouched down beside someone sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall. Caroline and Akiko’s eyes widened in shock as they recognized Samantha, her face bloody and bruised from being beaten.

“Please talk to us! Who did this to you?” the campus police officer asked Samantha.

“No one,” Samantha slurred. Her face was so battered that Akiko actually felt sorry for her.

“Why won’t you tell us? Girls! Why aren’t you in class?!” Caroline and Akiko turned toward the principal addressing them.

“We have to get our books,” Caroline replied in a small, frightened voice.

“Well, get them and get to class!”

The girls hurried to their lockers, quickly grabbed their books and scurried to class. “Geez! What happened to her?!” Caroline asked. Taking a look back, Akiko replied, “I don’t know.”

Continue on to Chapter 2!

by Purple Les

The days just seemed to fly by. I loved to go to my room and listen to the old records. Some of the ones I liked had people who were still alive even though the albums had come out way back in the nineteen sixties. That’s like a hundred years ago.

The song Mom had taught me was by a guy named Neil Young. He must be in his nineties now. It was called “Helpless.” I got to hear it on one of the albums. The cool part was I could learn other songs I liked by going online. That kept me really busy which Mom seemed to like. Mom had bought a gizmo you put on the guitar to make it easy to tune it. I had fun with that and with doing my drawings too. Of course, none of that helped me with my grades at school but Mom didn’t seem to fuss too much about it.

The snow was almost all gone. The days were longer. It was still cold. Professor Jean Edgeington had brought over her eight-year-old daughter and my friend, Siobhan. Jean had also picked up Mary Tran and her little sister Lucy.

Jean and Mom were having tea in the living room. Siobhan was at the kitchen table showing six-year-old Lucy how to play chess. Lucy was really paying attention to Siobhan.

Me and Mary were just running around the house teasing each other.

Well, we were till Mom said, “Okay, Katy, Mary, if you want to run around and roughhouse put on your coats and boots and go outside.”

So we put our stuff on and went into the backyard. We walked around the edge of the yard holding hands. We stopped by my little cemetery. There were half a dozen little crosses I’d made from Popsicle sticks. Those were for the birds and mice and chipmunks that I had found dead here or there and brought them home to bury. There was a more elaborate cross I’d made for my pet hamster, Dizzy.

We walked to where our yard ended and the woods started.

Mary shook my arm and said, “Look! It’s the time machine. Want to travel?”

I said, “Sure!”

Well, of course, it wasn’t a real time machine. We pretended it was. It was an old station wagon from the last century. The only time we could get to it was in the late fall or early spring. In the summer it was too overgrown to get to it. In the winter it was all covered in snow.

The body was all rusted. Some of the windows were cracked but the only window that was broken was the back one. We squeezed through all the little trees that surrounded it. Then we crawled through the back window and up to the front seat.

A cold wind was blowing but inside the car we were nice and warm out of the wind. It was quiet too.

I sat in the driver seat and Mary in the passenger seat.

“Where are we going, Commander Tran?” I asked Mary.

She rubbed her chin a moment and said, “Let’s go back in time to the Paleolithic age, Captain Watson.”

I stared at her.

“That means caveman times, Captain.”

“Cool!” I said.

I watched Mary move the knob on the radio that moved a needle around a row of numbers. She moved it to the left to the lower numbers. She turned another knob till we heard a click.

“The coordinates are set. Proceed, Captain Watson.” Mary said. The blinker signal stick was in the middle position. If I moved it up we went into the future. If I moved it down we went into the past. I pushed it down.

We pressed ourselves against the seat and made noises with our mouths to sound like we were time travelling.

“We’ve reached our point in time, Captain, stop the ship,” Mary ordered. I moved the blinker back to the middle. We sat there and stared out the windshield.

A chipmunk appeared on the hood and started to stuff little seeds or something in its cheeks.

“Look, Commander! It’s a sabretooth tiger.”

Then a grey squirrel jumped on to the hood.

Mary said, “There’s a woolly mammoth!”

The squirrel chased the chipmunk and then both were gone. Mary was looking at me. Her eyes looked a little wet behind her eyeglasses.

Then we saw Siobhan coming toward us. She was having a hard time getting to us. She fell and when she got up she was full of old leaves in her hair and on her coat. She was waving frantically and saying something but we couldn’t hear her.

“Prepare to return to our own time, Captain Watson. The primitive people here look dangerous. I’ve reset the coordinates. Engage.” Mary ordered.

I pushed the blinker up. We pressed back against the seats and made our time travel noise.

After a moment Mary said, “We’re back.” I pushed the blinker lever back to the middle and we climbed out the back of the station wagon to see what Siobhan wanted.

“Katy, our moms want you and Mary to come back in. They’re going to the store and want us to stay here. They won’t be gone long.” Siobhan explained.

Mary said, “You run back and tell them we’ll be there in a minute.” We watched Siobhan stumble her way back out.

Mary looked scared sort of and I asked her what was wrong. She said, “I have to ask you something but I’m afraid you may say no.”

I looked at her and said, “So. Just ask me.” I couldn’t imagine what would scare her to ask me.

Mary swallowed hard. Then she got down on one knee and took my hand and held it with both of hers. “Katy Watson. I love you with all my heart. Will you marry me?”

Well you could have knocked me over with a soft breath. I could tell she really meant it. I know that now men can marry men. And women can marry women. I knew kids couldn’t really marry each other but I wanted to please Mary.

I made Mary stand back up. I said, “Okay I’ll marry you.”

We ran back to the house. Mom and Jean said goodbye to us and reminded us to behave. Then they got in Jean’s car and headed for the grocery store.

Me and Mary ran into the house.

“Me and Katy are getting married!” Mary yelled out as soon as we got in the kitchen. “Katy, go find something to wear and I’ll arrange the ceremony.”

I ran up to my bedroom. I rummaged through my dresser drawers. I found my summer nightgown. It was white and came down past my knees. I pulled it on over my clothes. I took a white t-shirt from my underwear drawer. I put it on my head and put the short sleeves over my face like a bridal veil. Then I went back down stairs.

Siobhan was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. Siobhan handed me a feather duster for my bouquet. She walked me in to the living room while Lucy sang the bridal march song in her high squeaky voice.

“Here comes the bride.” Lucy sang, “Three miles wide. Here comes the groom all prepared for his doom. Soon they will wed. Then break the bed. Then the groom will never more get ennneey head.”

As Lucy finished singing I was standing next to Mary. She’d taken off her clothes and put on a big white bath towel for her wedding dress. I didn’t know if she had panties on. She had the towel wrapped around her. It was under her armpits and covered her tiny boobies. It came down past her knees and she looked beautiful.

Siobhan opened a cookbook.

She said, “Dear friends, we are here to unite these two in holy wedlock.” Siobhan said a lot of stuff. I was too busy looking at Mary to pay much attention. Mary looked really beautiful to me.

I heard Siobhan say, “Do you, Kathleen Anne Watson, take this girl to be your awful wedded wife? Through good and bad, for the rest of your life?”

My eyes felt kind of wet and it was hard to talk but I said, “I do.”

Siobhan smiled and looked at Mary and said, “And do you, Mary Louise Tran, take this girl to be your awful wedded wife? Through good and bad, for the rest of your life?”

Mary smiled at me and said, “I sure do.”  While I’d been upstairs Mary had made two rings out of pipe cleaners. Siobhan lightly kicked Lucy’s ankle. Now Lucy handed one ring to Mary.

Siobhan said, “Now repeat after me. With this ring, I thee wed.”

Mary said, “With this ring, I thee wed.” Then she placed it on my left hand ring finger.

Lucy handed me the other ring and I said and did the same thing. Then Siobhan said, “I now pronounce you married. You may kiss each other.”

Mary pushed the sleeves of the t-shirt off my face and kissed me. If I live to be one hundred years old and get kissed a billion times I will never forget that kiss Mary gave me right then.

We broke the kiss and I heard Lucy say, “Aw, that’s nice. Now your my big sister too, Katy.”

Siobhan said, “Congratulations. I hope your love will be remembered through the ages. May I kiss the brides?” Then Lucy and Siobhan kissed me and Mary.

“Okay, time for the reception.” I said. I took off my wedding gown and veil and put them on the steps going up to my bedroom.

Mary took off her towel wedding gown and was bare naked. She started to put her clothes on while Lucy and Siobhan watched her.

I found some leftover cake in the fridge. I put it in a big dish. Then I found a green plastic army guy and a Star Wars stormtrooper figure in the kitchen junk drawer. I put them on the cake to be me and Mary.

The four of us sat around the table and ate cake and drank grape juice and talked.

Then Mom and Jean were back. As Jean told the girls to get ready to go, Mary begged my mom to let her sleep over. Finally my mom called Mary’s mom.

On the phone my mom said, “Really, I don’t mind, Grace. Lucy can stay too if you’d like.”

As Siobhan got ready to leave she said to me and Mary, “Have fun consummating your marriage tonight.”

I asked Mary what she meant and Mary said, “It means were going to have sex and make our marriage official.”

Well Jean left with Siobhan and Lucy. Mary would sleep over with me. We had extra tooth brushes that hadn’t been opened. Mary could borrow a pair of my pajamas.

When bedtime came Mary said to my mom, “You don’t have to come up and tuck us in tonight. We’ll be up late. In fact, Aunt Carol, I guess I should call you Mom now. You see you’re my mother-in-law now.”

Then Mary told Mom all about how we’d got married. While Mary was telling Mom all that, I kissed Mom goodnight and went up to my bedroom.

I took off all my clothes and put on my wedding gown. Because it was my summer nighty it was very light. I noticed you could almost see right through it. I put on a lamp and stood so it shown through my nightgown. You could see my legs and everything a little bit through the fabric. My heart was pounding as I heard Mary start up the stairs. When she got to the top she stopped and stared at me.

“You look absolutely beautiful, Katy. I want tonight to be special so I’ll do anything you want me to.”

I swallowed hard. Even though we’d had lots of fun sex before this felt sort of different. I felt a little shy and scared. “Um, anything?” I asked.

Mary slowly walked over to me and kissed me. “Yeah, anything you want, you little perv, anything.” Then she kissed me and held me. She whispered in my ear, “Do you have any mushy music. We could dance like they showed us in gym class.”

I pulled out an album that had all these men wearing pastel-colored suits. It was all polkas and waltzes and slow music. I put on the slow songs and we held hands and put our arms on each other’s back and moved slowly back and forth. Our hands moved down each other’s back till we were touching each other’s butt. The slow songs ended and I said to Mary, “I want you to undress for me. Okay?”

Mary sat me on my bed and stepped back a few steps. She slowly started to undress. I was shaking a little as she pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. “You like me naked?” Mary asked me. I nodded my head “Yes.”

“I love being naked for you, Katy. It makes me so super horny.” Then to prove it Mary started to masturbate. “Does my little perv like watching me rub off?”

“Yeah, I sure do.” was all I could think to say.

“My little sister loves to watch me rub off too. I undress her. Then I lay her down on the bed. I stand with one leg on the bed and the other on the floor so she can really see what I’m doing.”

Then Mary lay on the floor. She spread her legs wide open and stuck a finger inside her pussy. “Yep, Katy. I really love to be watched rubbing off. I don’t care if it’s my mom or sister or your mom watching. I really like doing it for you.”

Mary stopped. She stood up and held her finger out to me. I took it in my mouth and sucked it clean. I love how her pussy tasted.

Mary sat with me on the bed and undid the buttons on the back of my night gown and pushed it off my shoulders. I stood up and the nighty fell around my ankles. Mary put her hands on my hips and said, “My mom really loves your ass.” Then Mary put little love bites and kisses all over my bare butt.

“And Lucy loves feeling your ass too. I have to say I’ve nothing against it either.” As Mary pressed her soft wet lips on my right ass cheek, she then turned me around and said, “But that’s what I really want. Your sweet little twat.” Mary pushed me down on the bed.

The next thing I knew Mary was laying on top of me on the bed grinding her pussy against mine and I’d come.

We just couldn’t seem to stop fooling around. I know at one point Mary set her smart phone on one of my headboard shelves and made a video of us having sex. She also took pictures of us. We tried things we’d thought about just to try them.

I guess we must have consummated our marriage a half dozen times.  We just couldn’t seem to stop. I can’t even remember all of it. We took a break at some point. We went downstairs nude. We peed and washed up and had a snack. Mom had gone to bed and didn’t see or hear us.

Back upstairs in my bed we cuddled and talked. We touched each other like we would touch ourselves. Nothing was off limits.

We were laying with our hand on each other’s pussy. Mary said, “This is great. I think sometimes that I’d like to be with as many other girls and women as I can. But I only really need you.”

“You mean you want to be with a lot of different girls? Or do you want to be with a lot of girls all at the same time?”

Mary laughed and said, “Yes.”

I laughed too.

Then Mary said, “I like being with my mom and sister at the same time. I wonder what it would be like to be with…um, you know. To be with like you and Siobhan and Lucy, and all our mom’s too and your Aunt Billie. It would be cool if Pam could be with all of us too.”

I said, “I really think that’s a hot idea.” Then even though our pussies were getting kind of sore to keep rubbing we rubbed each other off once more anyway before we fell asleep.

In the morning I woke up to Mary playing with my pussy. She smiled and gave me a kiss as I began to wake up. I had a come moments later. We lay in bed just talking and touching. We went downstairs together to the bathroom. We watched each other on the toilet peeing. Then we showered together. We didn’t dress.

Mom was still asleep. Her bedroom door was closed anyway. I made some breakfast for us and started some coffee for Mom. Me and Mary went back up to my room. Mary showed me the stuff on her phone she’d recorded.

Mary said, “I’ll be showing this to my mom, and Lucy later tonight. That’s okay isn’t it?”

Mary was slowly working a finger up inside my pussy. I said, “Yeah. It’s okay.” The thought of the three of them looking at it together was making me wet.

With her free hand Mary moved something on the phone and all of sudden I was watching Lucy and Siobhan having sex. “Cool, huh?”

My answer was to have another come a few moments later. We stayed in bed resting for a while.

Mary made my sock monkey doll, Ingrid, dance around and say silly things. We finally got dressed and went downstairs. Mom was at the kitchen table drinking coffee. She took Mary home later. I went along and we had lunch at the Tran’s restaurant.

It was a few days later. I was in the living room. Mom called my name from the kitchen. There was something in her voice that made me go running in to the kitchen.

Mom was leaning her weight on the table. Her hands gripped the table so hard her knuckles were white. At first I thought that somehow the table was trying to float to the ceiling and Mom was trying to hold it down. Her face was all twisted.

Her voice was soft and raspy as she looked at me and said, “Top left shelf next to sink. Pills. Get them down for me.”

I climbed up on the kitchen counter. I opened the cupboard. On the top shelf I could just make out a large amber bottle with a white top. I stood on my tiptoes and I couldn’t reach it. My fingers touched it and it moved back farther on the shelf. I jumped and managed to grab it. I sat down on the counter and jumped down on the floor.

Mom fell into a chair. I couldn’t open the bottle. Mom said, “Push the top down and turn it the wrong way while you push.” It opened and I put a white pill in front of Mom. I got a glass of water and held it up to her mouth after she’d put the pill in her mouth with a real shaky hand. She sat there. She took three more pills even though I could see on the bottle she should only take one.

“Are you okay?” I asked her unable to keep the worry out of my voice. Mom kissed my head. She headed for the living room and fell on to the couch.

I got her pillow from her bedroom and covered her with a blanket. Mom said, “Thanks, Angel. I’m okay now.” Then she fell asleep.

I called Aunt Billie on the phone. I told her what happened. She said, “I’ll be over first thing in the morning. I think she’ll be okay for the night. If anything changes call me. It doesn’t matter how late.”

After we’d hung up, I brought down my pillow and sleeping bag from my room. I slept on the floor in front of the couch in case Mom needed me.

Aunt Billie showed up in the morning before I’d even woke up. She helped me get ready for school. Aunt Billie told me Mom would be okay and that she’d be here with Mom all day. And when I got home from school she was. Aunt Billie had ordered dinner from the Tran’s restaurant. Mom seemed fine. She even ate more than normal.

Mom told me she just had a touch of the flu. Aunt Billie gave Mom a dirty look. The next day everything was back to normal. Except instead of keeping those pills in the cupboard Mom carried them with her all the time now. She also began to carry a little pipe. It had marijuana in it. Mom would smoke a little now and then at the strangest times. She swore me not to tell anyone. But she did it in front of some people. Like Mrs Tran and Aunt Billie. Mom even smoked it in front of Sandie.

Other than that everything seemed okay. The days went by and the weather got warmer till suddenly things started to get green and flowers began to blossom.

Continue on to Chapter 30!

 

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by Jojo Starr

She was warm, and soft, and unbelievably pretty. So pretty it made Daria’s stomach twist up in knots and her throat unable to speak.

Daria felt her heart pounding and her body started to tingle all over. It was happening again and it felt good… so good. Daria could feel herself breathing heavier and her temperature rising fast. She felt her face and chest flush and another thrilling tingle took hold of her. She could feel the girl’s body heat close to her, and she felt her own temperature rise even higher.

The girl’s skin was so soft and smooth, her hands so delicate. Daria could smell the girl’s skin and hair, and it made her heart pound even faster.

She felt an urge inside – a deep, throbbing, incredibly powerful urge – stronger than she’d ever felt before. It was so intoxicating, so wonderfully thrilling and dizzying. This girl had a strange and intense power over Daria, and Daria felt absolutely helpless to resist it.

Daria wanted her – desperately. She’d never felt anything so powerful. Her body burned for her. Her breath was quick, her heart was beating out of control. She couldn’t resist the urge any longer. Her body trembling with desire, she leaned forward into the girl, opened her mouth, and…

Daria’s eyes opened wide. The girl had vanished, but her body was still throbbing with incredible desire.

Daria tried desperately to hang on to the memory – it had felt so good – but it was fading fast. The more she tried to recall it, the faster it seemed to fade.

She bit her lip and silently cursed herself. Her body was completely worked up – hot, tingling, and flushed. She had never been so aroused in her life – only in these dreams. And this was the fourth one already!

She swallowed dryly, wondering what it was all about. It was so strange for her… The dreams had always been about a girl, and Daria suspected it was the same one, but she could never remember the girl’s face.

Daria was utterly confused. She had never been attracted to girls before – at least that she was aware of – and yet these dreams had caused such incredibly powerful feelings in her. Feelings beyond anything she’d ever felt in real life for anyone – boys or girls.

Was she a lesbian? She had no idea. She didn’t want to throw a label on herself on the basis of a few dreams, especially when she didn’t feel anything particular for girls while she was awake.

But still, she couldn’t deny the power of those dreams. They were so powerful and so strong, and they awakened such wonderful feelings in her that made her feel so alive, so full of passion and desire.

She kind of hated to admit it to herself, but she secretly loved those dreams. They were so thrilling and so sexual and so intense. She was getting to the point where she kind of wished for them each night. They provided a welcome dose of excitement to her otherwise average, boring life.

So what if they were about a girl, she started to think. They were only dreams. It’s not like she was doing anything in real life. And besides, only she knew about them. They were her own private little secret.

Even so, at the same time, they were incredibly frustrating. They got Daria all worked up and excited beyond her wildest dreams, and then somehow they managed to stop right when she was about to do something really exciting and naughty, like kiss the girl. She desperately wanted the dream to continue, but after she woke up, her adrenaline was going so fast there was no way she was getting back to sleep.

It was also frustrating that she couldn’t remember the girl’s face. It always seemed like while she was dreaming, she was always looking right at the girl and into her eyes, which was part of why it was so exciting.

She knew the girl was pretty – the prettiest girl she’d ever seen, in fact. So pretty it made her whole body weak. But for the life of her, she couldn’t remember any specifics. If she could, maybe she could think about the girl during the day and get that same feeling back, maybe do a little bit of daydreaming. But without any specifics, there was nothing to hold on to, and nothing she could use to piece together the memory and recreate that feeling.

Daria bit her lip and looked over at her nightstand clock. It was 5:15 am. There was no point in trying to go back to sleep, since she would have to get up for school in another half hour. So she lay awake in bed and let her mind run wild, which was pretty much the only thing she could do.

Daria was sixteen, and a junior in high school. She had never had a boyfriend – didn’t see the point, really – and spent most of her time focusing on school and getting good grades. In fact, she hadn’t even really given sex much thought at all… until these dreams, that is. Thinking about sex had never really done much for her, and she never really had a desire to explore that side of life. She never masturbated – again, not really seeing the point – and never had any sexual urges – at least, none that she thought were worth spending any time on.

But lately things were different. These dreams had started a few weeks ago, and there was quite a gap between the first and second ones. But then the third one followed just a few days after the second one, and this one came just a few days after that. This was already the second one she’d had this week.

These dreams were awakening something in her body she didn’t know she had. Something deep and primal and powerfully sexual. A few weeks ago, Daria would have laughed if anyone asked her if she was a sexual person, but now she wasn’t so sure. These feelings were so intense and so wonderful, she was now starting to see the appeal and why people seemed to talk about sex so much.

Still, it’s not like she had any sexual experience to speak of, and she wouldn’t know what the hell to do if she was presented with an opportunity. All she had were urges. But, oh, what wonderful, incredibly thrilling urges!

All she could hope for was to keep having them and to try harder every time to hang on to those dreams before they faded from her memory. Maybe, just maybe, she would even be able to stay asleep long enough to actually DO something with that mystery girl! She could only hope.

Daria sighed and rolled onto her side. She looked across the room at the bed against the opposite wall and saw the small form of her sister under the sheets, breathing softly. Daria felt her heart melt as she lingered on her sister’s form. Miley was the one person in the world she loved more than anything else.

While most kids her age were idiots and only cared about partying or boyfriends or doing stupid stuff, Miley was different. She was sweet, kind, and incredibly intelligent. Miley was only fourteen and had just started high school, but already she was getting even better grades and was showing more promise and potential than Daria had at that age. Daria had no doubt Miley would go far in life – she might even end up changing the world one day.

Daria loved her sister so much. She was so impressed with how she was growing up and was so incredibly proud of her. All through junior high, Miley had gone against the grain and stayed ahead of her class, keeping her focus, not doing any of the stupid things her peers did. Daria had been incredibly impressed with that.

And now that she was in high school, Miley was already a member of five different clubs, on the swim team, and heading the honor roll committee for her class. She was destined for greatness, Daria just knew it. She had long conversations with Miley about staying focused and being future-oriented. They bonded over their knack for their studies and commiserated over being somewhat socially outcast. Neither had very many close friends, but they had each other. And that’s what mattered.

Daria was also shocked at what a beautiful young woman Miley was becoming. Miley was already much prettier than she was, and seemingly growing more and more beautiful by the day. If she kept this up, there would be no stopping what she could do in the world!

But still, Daria knew that with beauty came a price. She was careful to caution Miley against the distraction of boys and keep her mind focused on her studies. Daria knew that Miley really looked up to her, and she paid close attention to anything Daria said, following her advice to a T.

Their father had left when they were in single digits, and their mother worked fulltime, so in a sense, it kind of felt like Daria had raised her sister. It had certainly brought them closer together. Daria knew that no matter what happened in life, whatever college or career choices came their way, they would always have each other. And that was incredibly comforting.

Daria kept letting her mind go, thinking about all the wonderful times she and Miley had over the years and how incredibly proud of her she was. It was so nice and relaxing, and seemed to distract her almost completely from the frustration of her dream earlier.

It wasn’t long before Daria’s alarm finally went off and she sighed, knowing she would have to stop yet another wonderful train of thought to get out of bed and get ready for school.

As she climbed out of bed, she saw Miley stir. Daria took a moment to watch her sister wake up, just marveling at what an amazing, beautiful person she was.

Slowly, Miley turned over and opened her puffy eyes, her gaze settling on Daria.

Daria smiled.

“Hey,” Miley said, groggily.

“Hey, sis,” Daria smiled. “Sleep well?”

Miley nodded slowly. “Yeah, too well, I think,” she said. “It sucks to have to get up now.”

Daria chuckled. “I know what you mean.”

She held her sister’s gaze, smiling sweetly.

Miley smiled back, and Daria was once again so incredibly grateful for the connection they had together.

She sighed, resigning herself to the day. “Well… mind if I use the bathroom first?”

Miley slowly shook her head. “Go ahead,” she said in a slightly gravelly voice.

Daria turned and walked to the bathroom, and as she did, she felt something a little curious. She looked down at herself and her heart practically pounded out of her chest.

The entire crotch of her panties was completely damp and darkened with moisture!

She was mortified! She had just been standing right in front of her sister, carrying on a conversation!

Had Miley noticed? Oh God, that would have been horrible!

Daria tried to keep her cool as she walked into the bathroom and closed and locked the door. Then she fell back against the wall, staring at herself in the mirror, panting with shock.

She couldn’t believe it! It was SO OBVIOUS! There was no way Miley could have missed it. Oh God, what must she be THINKING?That I’d peed!That I’d… MASTURBATED!

Daria panicked as she reached over, spinning the roll of toilet paper, and tore off a bunch. She began wiping the front of her panties, but that did absolutely nothing. She then pulled the waistband of her panties away from her body and looked down. Her eyes widened in shock. There was a thick, gooey puddle of fluid on the crotch of her panties with several thick strands stretching up to her puffy, swollen pussy lips.

What the hell had happened to her? She quickly shoved the wadded toilet paper down into her panties and began soaking up the fluids, wiping herself as well. She pulled the wad back out and inspected it, scrunching her nose as she looked at the thick, creamy fluid coating the wad. She leaned her nose close to it and immediately pulled back, eyes wide. It was SO strong! She threw the toilet paper into the toilet and then sat down and started to pee.

As she peed, she looked down into the crotch of her panties that was staring right up at her from between her legs. It was absolutely soaked. She didn’t know how she’d be able to hide it from her sister. She would have to walk out of the bathroom eventually, and Miley would be walking in. Surely she would see it again! 

Daria contemplated pulling another pair of dirty panties out of the laundry and putting those on, but that would be just as suspicious, she thought. Miley would surely wonder why she had changed her panties before she’d even taken a shower. What was she going to do?

She decided she would just get in the shower and unlock the door so Miley could brush her teeth. It was the only way. They didn’t usually share the bathroom like this, being respectful of each other’s space. Even though they shared a room, the bathroom was always a private space where they would be alone. But this time Daria didn’t have a choice.

She finished peeing and wiped herself, then took off all her clothes and threw them in the hamper. Then she turned on the shower, unlocked the door, and stepped in the shower under the water.

“Hey!” Daria called out once she was in the shower. “Sorry, I just needed to get in the shower. I just felt really nasty for some reason…”

As soon as she said it, she realized she could have given herself away. She cursed herself, squeezing her eyes shut. “Um… So… you can go ahead and brush your teeth or whatever. The door’s unlocked!”

“Oh… okay!” Miley called out, her tone clearly acknowledging the unusualness of the situation.

A few seconds later, Daria heard the bathroom door open. She felt a strange sensation as her sister entered the room. Somehow, it felt like Miley was invading on her personal space and Daria was acutely aware of the nakedness of her body in the presence of her sister, even though the shower doors were heavily frosted. It was a strange sensation, but not entirely uncomfortable. Daria couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but it was definitely weird.

“Hey, um…” Miley began. “I’ve gotta pee… Is that okay?”

Daria realized she was trapped. She couldn’t deny her sister one of the body’s most basic urges, especially when she wasn’t doing anything to directly prevent her.

“Um, yeah! Sure,” she said, trying to be as casual as possible.

She was surprised at how shaken up her “underwear situation” had gotten her.

Daria heard the toilet lid go up and somehow it seemed magnified in the small room. The toilet was right next to the shower and no matter how much Daria tried, she found herself unable to ignore it.

Her eyes shifted over, and through the frosted glass, she could see the blurry form of her sister pull down her panties and sit down on the toilet. Something twitched inside of Daria – she didn’t know why. Why was she even looking that way? She turned her head away and tried to focus on washing herself, but a few seconds later, she began to hear Miley’s pee hitting the water.

Somehow the sound, just like the toilet lid, was magnified in her head and she couldn’t shake the image of her sister sitting on the toilet peeing. It was an image that had never entered her mind before and it was strangely unsettling. For the entire duration of Miley’s pee, Daria couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was weird, and twisted, she knew, so why was she doing it? She had no idea. Suddenly she realized her heart was pounding and her stomach was tying itself in knots. The only other time she had felt like that was…

No! Stop!Daria shook her head and pushed those thoughts away. What the hell was wrong with her? It must be all her nerves from freaking out about her panties earlier… and all the crazy things she had felt in her dream. They were playing all kinds of tricks on her and it was really weird and freaky.

Suddenly, Daria heard the toilet flush and she kept her eyes closed so she wouldn’t be tempted to look out through the frosted glass again and see her sister pull her underwear back up. It was a good thing she didn’t see her wiping, either, she thought. Wait, shit! Why am I thinking it now? Stop it, Daria, stop it!

A few seconds later, Miley had turned on the faucet and began washing her face and brushing her teeth. That, at least, was far less distracting.

Daria pushed everything out of her head, focusing on washing herself. She forced herself to think of all the things she had to get done that day and all the assignments that were coming up in her classes. That definitely distracted her and she was able to finish washing herself until Miley finally walked out of the bathroom and closed the door, leaving Daria alone in the bathroom.

 

After that incredibly strange morning, Daria seemed to have no problem getting back to what was really important – her studies. She was applying to colleges next year and had already started doing some preliminary research on it. It was so exhausting and time-consuming, it took up most of the afternoon. Daria went the whole rest of the day trying to forget, as much as possible, the strange events of that morning. That night, she actually made a point of NOT wishing for another dream like she had the previous night.

And she didn’t. The next day she woke up refreshed and ready to start the day anew. She was glad she had one less thing to worry about as she threw herself completely into her studies and college research.

The next day was just the same, only as she was doing her history homework, for an ever-so-brief moment, she found herself wanting to feel again like she felt in those dreams. It had been a while – well, only a few days – and she was starting to… want it again? She didn’t know. It did feel so incredible, she remembered. But it was also a terrible distraction. Maybe it was best she didn’t have those dreams anymore, after all.

 

And then… there she was, like a miracle, the girl of her dreams. All the incredible sensations came back to her, the heat, the buildup, the desire.

Daria was hot and flushed. She couldn’t help it. She wanted it. This time, she really wanted it. The girl created so much heat in her, so much life. And she was so beautiful, so incredibly beautiful. She stirred such incredible passions in Daria, she felt like anything was possible.

Daria felt her breathing increase. She couldn’t believe she was here with her again… She wanted her so badly, more than anything. She was flushed and hot, and her body tingled all over. The girl was so soft, so sensual, so feminine.

Daria felt herself tremble in the face of this girl’s exquisite beauty. The attraction between them was like nothing she’d ever felt. Somehow she knew the girl was feeling the exact same things she was. She could see it in her face, feel it in her heat, smell it emanating from her. They looked at each other, breathing deeply, knowing they both wanted it more than anything.

The girl reached out her soft, delicate hands to touch Daria, and Daria reached out to touch the girl’s soft, smooth skin. Warmth. Heat. Shudders ran up and down their bodies. Their breathing got hotter and heavier. They were close, so close.

Daria could feel the girl’s heat against her and it drove her wild. She could feel the girl’s hot breath on her face, her hot, wonderful, delicious breath. Daria breathed it in and shuddered. It was so sexy, so feminine.

There was an understanding between them, an attraction they felt deep inside their bodies. They both wanted it, to kiss. They both desperately wanted to feel their lips on each other. It would be so wonderful, so thrilling, so hot.

Daria leaned her face toward the girl’s and tilted it at an angle. The girl moved right with her, tilting her head in the opposite direction. They were breathing hot and heavy, right against each other’s mouths.

Daria could smell the girl’s scent – her body, her aroma, her breath. It was intoxicating beyond her wildest imagination. Somehow she knew – they both knew – this kiss would be more than just a kiss. It was the culmination of something, but she couldn’t tell what. Right then, she really didn’t care. She just wanted to kiss the girl. Feel her lips on hers. Get to the point she’d always longed for but had never been able to achieve.

Her body ached like never before. She trembled, her heart pounded, her sex throbbed. Then, she leaned forward, and their lips made contact, wonderful, glorious, intense contact.

The thrills and sensations that coursed through Daria’s body at that moment were unlike anything she had ever felt. It was powerfully intense and she found herself gasping desperately for breath. All her nerves were alive and throbbing with a fiery electricity that thrilled her. It was indescribable – so wonderful, so thrilling, and so powerful. She felt better than she ever had in her life. She felt her heart melt and felt intensely connected with this girl, more than she realized previously.

It was like a light bulb went on and she suddenly realized who it was. She’d known it all along, she realized, but now, with this kiss and this thrilling rush of sensations, the clarity of it was obvious. Daria felt another incredible rush course through her as she kissed her sister Miley, happy that she was giving her the same thrilling rush she was experiencing right then.

Daria’s eyes opened in a flash. She was gasping for breath. It was dark and she was still in her bed. Her body still tingled from the incredible intensity of the sensations she’d just experienced. For a second, all she felt was bliss – wonderful, thrilling bliss. And then in the next second, she recalled her dream, and the clarity of who the girl was hit her like a ton of bricks.

She had been thinking about Miley, her own sister, her OWN SISTER! What the hell was wrong with her? Daria’s stomach churned and she felt like she was going to be sick. But the sensations… they had felt so incredible… They were stronger and more intense this time than they’d ever been. What the hell was happening to her?

Daria was so confused. She buried her face in her pillow and tried to forget everything. But it wouldn’t go away. Images of Miley flashed through her mind – sitting in front of her, breathing heavily, hot, flushed, awakening those feelings in Daria all over again. Daria tossed around again in frustration. Was she going crazy?

Daria knew she had to relax. She lay still and took several deep breaths to calm herself down. She was smart. She could figure this out. There had to be a rational explanation for all this.

She ran through several possibilities in her head. Maybe Miley had, for some reason, just popped into her head at the last minute and the mystery girl hadn’t really been her at all. But the more Daria thought about that, the more she knew it wasn’t true.

Each time she thought about Miley being the mystery girl, she felt a knot of nausea in the pit of her stomach, but she also felt her heart thump harder and a thrilling twinge throughout the rest of her body that was eerily similar to the arousal she’d felt in the dream. She knew it was wrong to think about her sister that way, but somehow her body overrode that. She couldn’t control what she felt, and when she thought about the girl in her dreams being Miley, she felt an erotic rush.

What did this mean? Was she attracted to her little sister?? Daria thought about Miley and all the times they’d shared, all the things they’d done together. She felt so much love for her sister it was overwhelming.

And then, suddenly, she realized how close they were. They had been close their whole lives. Even when the option to get their own rooms came up, they decided to stay in the same room together because they were that happy being around each other. Miley was the one person in her life she loved more than anything. Could it be possible she loved her in a sexual way too?

Daria bit her lip and admitted to herself that her sister was extraordinarily beautiful. Sometimes she would just look at her and simply marvel that anyone could be so gorgeous. But even those times, she surely didn’t feel anything sexual toward her, did she? Were these dreams somehow expressing feelings she’d always felt but never wanted to confront? She remembered Freud’s theories on dreams, but that couldn’t be true, could it? Everyone agreed Freud was outdated. Right?

Daria let these thoughts play around in her head until her alarm went off again. She looked across the room and saw Miley begin to stir. Something inside her stomach churned and she realized she couldn’t deal with Miley right now. She couldn’t even look at her. It was too confusing. So she did the only thing she could think of and pretend to be asleep.

Daria lay completely still as she heard her sister slowly get up and turn off the alarm. She heard Miley climb out of bed and walk over to her own bed. A tingle rushed through her body. Then she felt Miley’s hand on her shoulder, her soft, gentle, feminine hand. Daria felt another thrill rush through her that she couldn’t ignore. It was wonderful and she hated herself for feeling it.

“Hey,” Miley whispered. “Time to get up.”

Daria just groaned, pretending to be asleep. “You go ahead,” she said, her eyes still closed. “I’ll be up in a minute.”

“’Kay,” Miley said, and walked off toward the bathroom, closing the door.

Daria snapped her eyes open.

What the hell am I going to do? I can’t avoid my sister like this forever. We live together. Hell, we live in the same room! 

She started to panic, not seeing any easy way out of this problem. Then she shook her head and told herself to focus. First things was first. She had to get out of bed.

Then she remembered what happened last time. Daria slid her hand down between her legs and felt her panties were thoroughly soaked. Her eyes popped open wide in surprise. Not only that, but her pussy was incredibly sensitive to the touch – more so than it had ever been.

She threw off her sheets and sat up. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pulled them back. Her eyes widened as she saw that there was an even bigger puddle of fluid than there had been last time and it completely covered her crotch. She had to clean this up.

Daria stood up, perhaps a little too fast, as her head suddenly felt faint. Slowly, she regained her senses and ran to her drawer to grab a new pair of panties. She slowly began to pull the ones she had on down, pressing them tight against her body as she tried to wipe away all the fluids that covered her.

When she got to her pussy, wiping heavily across it, she gasped, her knees momentarily going weak. She couldn’t believe how sensitive she was down there! She pulled her panties all the way off, wadded them up, and continued to wipe the excess fluids that still coated her pussy. Then she tossed them into the hamper and put on a clean pair just as she heard the bathroom door open.

“Hey,” Miley said, stepping out into the room.

“H-hey…” Daria said, still terribly flustered.

Miley looked up at her sister, curiously.

“You okay?” she asked.

Daria was startled.

Did she suspect something?

“Uh… Y-yeah, it’s… It’s nothing. I’m fine.”

Miley looked skeptical.

“You look a little… I dunno, startled or something.”

“Uh, no… No, I’m… I’m fine,” Daria stuttered. She knew Miley would never buy it. She thought quickly. “I just… I just had a… a bad dream, that’s all,” she said, praying Miley would be satisfied with that.

Miley just raised her eyebrows nonchalantly. “Oh,” she said, and walked back to her side of the room.

Daria breathed a sigh of relief.

“Well… I’m gonna pop in the shower, if that’s okay with you,” she said.

“Sure, go ahead,” Miley said.

Daria rushed into the bathroom, closing and locking the door, relieved to finally have some time and space to herself.

As she sat on the toilet peeing, she was surprised to find that she was actually catching her breath. What is wrong with me?She kept thinking over and over again.

When she finally climbed into the shower, she took a deep breath and tried to relax. Everything had been so hectic so far, it was nice to have some warm water cascading over her body and some time to think.

She was so surprised at how sensitive her private parts were, she knew there had to be a reason. Why was it so much more intense last night? She had never felt anything like it. It was so powerful, it was almost like… and then it hit her.

It was an orgasm.I just had my very first orgasm. 

That’s why it was so intense. It made perfect sense. Her mind spun at the realization. As she recalled the sensations she’d felt, she realized it had been the most incredible and powerful feeling she’d ever experienced.

And then her stomach flipped. The moment she had the orgasm was the moment she finally kissed the dream girl, and the moment she realized the dream girl was her sister. The idea of kissing her own sister had made her come for the very first time.

Daria’s mind spun even more. She didn’t know if she could handle how heavy all this was. She loved that sensation dearly, and desperately wanted to experience it again.

But she got it while thinking about her sister! And she had never come close to anything like it before in her life. Would she ever again? Was she doomed to link an orgasm with thoughts of her sister? Is that what she would have to think about if she ever wanted another one? What the hell was wrong with her?!

Daria was tired of thinking. She tried to shut her mind off as best she could and finish her shower.

Continue on to Chapter 2

by Purple Les

I slammed the Gandhi book closed. I knew it happened a long time ago but I started to cry. Mom came over and sat on the couch next to me and said, “What’s wrong?”

“He got killed! I mean I knew he’d been dead for a long long time. I didn’t know he died like that. He was shot to death! Why, Mom? Why do all the good people get murdered? It’s not fair!”

Mom put her arm around me and held me close.

“I know,” Mom said, “Sometimes when people don’t like an idea, like peace and love, someone can kill the person who’s idea it was but they can’t kill the idea. Try to remember that, Angel. There’s always a better way than violence.”

Mom held me till I was cried out. I couldn’t help but think a lot about it though. I was just a kid and yet I knew from history class and TV all the good people who’d been murdered.

Winter and spring were having a big fight. The snow on the ground kept getting lower till I could see shapes of things under the snow. I began to see the picnic table in our back yard though it was still covered in white snow but you could now tell it was there.

The road had become bare enough that I dared to get my bicycle out of the garage. It was a Monday. The air was cold but the sun was nice. Mom had decided to go to work for a few hours. We were off from school for a holiday.

I rode down the road to the Tran’s restaurant. They were really busy so I didn’t even bother to go in and visit Mary. I rode into town and stopped at the comic book store.

I bought a couple of new comic books and stuffed them under my shirts after I left the store for the ride home.

I saw a man outside. I’d never seen him around town before. He didn’t see me but I saw him bump into Mrs Links. I saw him talk to her to say he was sorry for bumping into her. As he talked I saw him take Mrs Links’s wallet out of her purse.

I saw Officer Sanchez going into the sheriff office. I ran over there fast as I could. I was all out of breath and started coughing but I told Officer Sanchez and Sheriff Johnson what I’d just seen.

Officer Sanchez was out the door like a bullet. Sheriff Johnson pulled on his coat and put his hat on and as he went out the door, he said, “You wait right here, Katy.”

I watched out the window. Mrs Link had already started walking home with a bag of groceries. Officer Sanchez had the man against a wall. He was yelling at her but she didn’t seem to pay any attention to him as she put handcuffs on him. Then he seemed to shut up all together when Sheriff Johnson got up to them.

All three of them came through the door a couple minutes later. He was a scary looking man. They took him out back to the cells. They came out after awhile.

“Dang, Sanchez.” Sheriff Johnson said, “I know I’ve seen him before. Pull out the posters will ya, and help me look through them.”

Officer Sanchez came back with a whole big stack of wanted posters like they have in the post office. They split them up and were looking thru them.

“Hey, Chief!” Sandie exclaimed, “Here he is!” She handed the poster over to Sheriff Johnson.

He read the poster aloud, “Frank Ketchum A.K.A. Frank Pastor wanted for…” Then the Sheriff started reading it more to himself and I couldn’t tell what he was saying. Then he handed the poster back to Sandie.

Something started to come in on their fax machine and Officer Sanchez said, “Here’s the reply for the prints we sent on him, Chief. He’s wanted all over. The State Police will pick him up here in a couple hours.”

Sheriff Johnson rumpled my hair and said, “You’re a real cracker jack kid, Katy. Sanchez, open up the safe and count out two hundred dollars and get the paper work in order.” Sheriff Johnson smiled at me and said, “Says there’s a cash reward for this man and you just earned it, Katy.”

Sandie handed me the money. I’d never seen so much money at once in my whole life. And it was mine. I was rich. They had me sign a paper and I looked at the money again. I pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. It was really happening.

I looked out the window and saw Mrs Links walking back into town. She must have got home and missed her wallet. It looked like she was walking back to the store to see if she had forgot her wallet there. I told the Sheriff and Sandie.

Sheriff Johnson shook his head sadly. “She didn’t have a dollar left in that wallet. Frank back there sure picked the wrong purse to go and get sent back to prison for. Poor woman, with her drunk husband and all those kids.”

I knew all about them. One of the Links kids was in my class. They were poor. I mean Mom was poor, but nothing like the Links family. I figured they could maybe use two hundred dollars more than I could. Maybe it would help them a little bit for a little while.

“Um, Sheriff, maybe you could give this reward to Mrs Links. You know, to help them out a little. I know they won’t take charity, maybe you could think of a way to tell her it’s hers somehow.”

Sheriff Johnson and Sandie stared at me.

“You sure you really want to do that, Katy?” The Sheriff asked.

“Yeah, as long as nobody knows I gave it to her. I mean you guys promise not to tell my mom or anyone I did that, and I’d be okay with it.”

Sheriff Johnson grabbed a tissue and blew his nose.

Then he said, “Sanchez, go take Mrs Links’ wallet to her and give her this reward money. Tell her she’s the one entitled to it. Explain most of what happened but leave Katy out of it.”

Sandie wiped something out of her eye and went running out the door. The Sheriff rumpled my hair again as I went out the door.

As I got on my bike I saw Sandie had met Mrs Links coming out of the store. Sandie was holding the wallet up and talking, then I saw Sandie hand Mrs Links the money. Mrs Links was crying and laughing and hugging Sandie, that made me feel kind of good.

I felt good till halfway home when the chain came off my bike. I did what Mom would do and swore at my bike for a few minutes. Then I made my hands all greasy trying to get it back on again. I couldn’t get it back on right and walked the bike the rest of the way home.

I put my bike in the garage. I wiped my greasy hands off on my pants and went in to the house. I had grease all over my face. I put my clothes in the hamper and took a bath.

After I finally scrubbed myself clean, I went to up to my bedroom. It was getting dark out and I decided to just put on my pajamas and bathrobe.

Mom was sitting on the couch when I came downstairs. I hadn’t even heard her come home. That wouldn’t have happened if we still had the pickup truck, but the car was real quiet.

I scrunched up next to her on the couch. She told me about her day at work. While she talked I opened up the locket she was wearing. Inside on one side was a tiny picture of Mom as a little kid with her mom, who was my Grandma. On the other side was a tiny picture of me as a little kid with Mom and Dad.

I closed it as Mom finished talking and she asked what I wanted for dinner. We finally decided we’d have breakfast for dinner. Mom would make pancakes.

“Do you remember what I’ve told you about my locket?” Mom asked me.

“Sure,” I answered. “Great Grandma gave it to Grandma who gave it you and someday when I’m a big girl you’ll give it to me.”

“That’s right, Angel.” Then Mom took off the locket and put it on me. “It’s yours now. Keep it safe in your jewelry box and just wear it on special occasions.”

I wore it all through dinner. When Mom came up to tuck me in I still had it on.

“Okay, Katy. You can’t sleep with it on.”

Mom helped me take it off and I got up and put it in my jewelry box.

“Why did you give it to me today, Mom?”

“Because I think you’re a big girl now, Angel. You know two hundred dollars would have bought you a lot of comic books or a new bike.”

“I liked how it made me feel inside to give it away. Dang it! I’ll never trust a grownup again. Sheriff Johnson and Sandie weren’t supposed to say anything to you or anyone about it.”

“They didn’t. I haven’t seen or talked to either one of them.”

“Then how’d you know?”

Mom kissed my head and tucked me in and said, “Mothers know everything their child does. Don’t ever forget that. Goodnight and sweet dreams, Angel.”

I fell asleep wondering how Moms can do that.

It was Wednesday. It was after school and after I’d put on my play clothes I filled up the bird feeder. I didn’t see something under the snow and it got caught on my leg and I tripped and fell. My ankle hurt so much Mom took me to the emergency care place near the next town. It wasn’t broken but real sprained. I had to stay off it for a few days.

Mom stayed home from work and I stayed home from school. Mary would drop off my homework for me on her way home from school and pick it up in the morning to take to Mrs Collins for me. It was the best part of the day, getting to spend a little bit of time with Mary.

To do something besides watch TV Mom got out the old guitar and played the song she knew. She sang along with it. The next day she taught me how to play the song.

Friday afternoon Mary dropped my homework off. I told her I’d be back to school on Monday. She gave me a big kiss and went on home.

Late Saturday morning Mom came back from the farmers’ market. Mom said, “Mrs Collins will be by in a little bit. She has a test you missed Friday.”

I’d taken a bath that morning and was wearing clean pajamas. I’d been mostly on the couch or Mom’s bed because of my ankle.

The doorbell rang and Mom let Mrs Collins in. Mom had the wood stove going and I didn’t have my robe or a blanket on cause it was so warm. I felt really funny when Mrs Collins walked in and I was laying on the couch in just my pajamas.

Well, I took the test laying there while Mrs Collins visited with my mom in the kitchen. When I was done I yelled out and Mrs Collins graded it while sitting on the coffee table right next to me.

“Seventy five percent, Katy.” Mrs Collins said as she handed the test back to me. She went over the ones I’d got wrong while Mom sat in the easy chair listening to us.

Mrs Collins said something but I’d been daydreaming. I felt so weird being there in front of Mrs Collins in just my pajamas. I didn’t want to have the tingles down there but they started to happen. I tried to think of things that were awful so the tingles would go away.

Then I heard Mom say, “Katy! Mrs Collins asked you a question. I’m sorry, Kay. She just goes off in a daydream sometimes.”

“Yes, I’ve seen it happen to her many times. Mostly during math,” Mrs Collins said.

“I’m sorry. What did you ask me?”

“I asked if you were still having those dreams about me,” Mrs Collins said.

Now I felt my face get hot and my hands felt cold. I looked away down the hallway.

“Answer her, Katy.” Mom said.

I looked towards the kitchen and said, “Um, yeah, I still have them.”

I saw Mrs Collins look at Mom. Mrs Collins took my hand and held it.

Mrs Collins said, “It’s all right. Look at me, Katy.”

I looked at her.

“I bet,” Mrs Collins said, “That if I were to kiss you for real your dreams about me would stop. If I kissed you right now I’m sure you’d break up laughing or be grossed out. Shall we try?”

I didn’t think either of those things would happen but I said, “Okay, we could try kissing.”

Mrs Collins slowly moved off the coffee table on to her knees next to me and gently pressed her hot soft lips against mine. She pulled her head back and gave me a pretty smile. Her brown eyes looked sparkly.

Now I really had the tingles down there.

“Maybe we should do it again,” I suggested.

She moved her head back down towards mine.

When our lips met I reached up and put my arms around her neck. I opened my mouth a little and soon our tongues were in each other’s mouths. We kissed forever it felt like.

Then she pulled her head back and said, “Are you okay? Should we stop?”

“I’m okay.” I answered, “It’s just so warm in here.”

“Perhaps I should help you be more comfortable first.” Mrs Collins spoke softly to me.

I just lay there and she moved her hands up under my pajama tops. I hoped we’d get sexy but I didn’t think it would really happen but now she was pulling my pajama bottoms down. I lifted my hips up and she pulled them down to my knees. She couldn’t see anything cause my tops came way down to my thighs. She very carefully took them the rest of the way off me and put them on the back of the couch.

Mrs Collins ran her hands up and down my legs a few times. I could feel her fingertips like they were electric on me.

She said, “Still warm, Katy?”

My mouth got all dry so I just nodded my head “Yes”. I couldn’t believe I’d just kissed my teacher and now I was half naked.

“Then maybe we should take your top off too. Is that okay?” Mrs Collins asked me.

I nodded “Yes” again.

She said, “Sit up for me.”

I sat up and watched her unbutton my top and slide it off me and put it with my pajama bottoms. Then she had me lay back down. It was hotter than my dreams. There I was bare naked for real in front of Mrs Collins.

She looked at me up and down and said, “What a perfect little girl. Just perfect. Shall we kiss again?”

I nodded “Yes” again and held my arms out to her.

She moved her lips against mine again and I felt even hotter than before. She pulled her head back after a minute.

She smiled at me.

“You are a wonderful kisser,” Mrs Collins said.

Then she looked away from me. She moved back on her knees a few inches and said, “Yes, so beautiful. I can’t think of anything in the world more beautiful than a mother and daughter nude together.”

I wondered what she was talking about. I turned my head some and Mom was standing by the couch. I guess while we’d been doing all that kissing Mom had taken off all her clothes. My heart was beating so hard I could hear it. Me and Mom were both bare naked in front of my teacher.

Mom moved over by Mrs Collins and helped her stand up. Mom gave Mrs Collins a big long kiss. It looked so hot I had to put my hand over my little bare pussy and touch myself a little bit.

“In your dreams, Katy, how does Mrs Collins look?” Mom asked me after they stopped kissing.

I stared at Mrs Collins and Mom. Seeing them like that, Mom naked and Mrs Collins with all her clothes on made me get wetter.

“Well,” I started, “In my dreams she’s always dressed like I see her in school. But then she gets naked. Except there’s always something blocking my view. I know she’s naked but I can’t see nothing.”

Mom put a hand on Mrs Collins boob and started to rub it and then Mom said, “Well, Kay, why don’t you let her see you nude for real. Maybe that’s what she needs to make the dreams about you stop.”

I had to start to rub my pussy as I watched my mom slowly undress my teacher. I had my little come as I saw Mom get on her knees and tug down Mrs Collins panties.

They both stood together naked looking at me.

Mrs Collins looked a lot like her daughter, Amy, except Mrs Collins boobs were bigger and hung down some. Her nipples were bigger too and real hard. Mrs Collins had a big triangle of hair over her pussy. It looked like she trimmed it. Her hips were bigger and more curvy than Amy’s.

“Carol, did she just have a come?” Mrs Collins asked my mom.

Mom was playing with Mrs Collins nipples.

“Yes, Kay. She came just watching us. The thing is though, Katy has a come, then she continues and has a bigger come. Kay? Would you like to give my little nine-year-old daughter her big come?”

Mrs Collins looked at me.

“May I, Katy? May I give you your big come now?”

My voice sounded more high and squeaky than normal.

“Yes, please make me come again, Mrs Collins.”

Mrs Collins sure took her time. She planted hot kisses all over my face and ears and neck. She moved the kisses slowly down my chest spending time on each of my nipples. She kissed my hips and tummy. Then she moved to my knees and thighs and slowly kissed her way up to my pussy.

First she just kissed my wet slit lightly and gently. Next she started to use her tongue on it.

Mom bent over and whispered something in Mrs Collins ear.

Mrs Collins lifted her head a moment and said, “Oh, really?”

Then Mrs Collins said to me, “Turn over on your tummy.”

After I turned over, Mrs Collins said, “I love your ass. Just a perfect ass, I love it.”

Then she put a couch pillow under my tummy and my butt was sticking up in the air.

I felt her lick my pussy before she put a finger up my tight little pussy hole. Then she began to lick my butt hole.

I was rubbing my clit against the pillow while she slowly moved her finger around in my pussy and quickly moved her tongue in and out of my asshole.

I put my face against the couch and yelled, “Oh, golly fuck! Don’t stop! I’m… coming!”

I moaned and sighed and laughed and wiggled and my toes went all numb.

It seemed like I came a long time. And after I’d stopped coming, Mrs Collins kept kissing my butt cheeks and legs and back.

Mom knelt down by Mrs Collins.

Mom said to me, “Turn back over on your back.”

Then she moved the pillow out from under me.

After I was on my back again Mom said to Mrs Collins, “Now kiss her pussy some more and then kiss me.”

Mrs Collins licked my pussy again for a few minutes and I had another little come. Then she kissed my mom.

They were both on their knees and as they kissed they pressed their tits together and grabbed each other’s ass.

They stopped kissing and moved back from each other a little and started rubbing each other’s pussy. They looked like they might come. Then all of a sudden Mom stopped. Mom got up and half knelt on the couch. She put her pussy over my face.

Mom said, “Show Mrs Collins what a good little pussy eater you are.”

Then Mom slowly lowered herself enough till I could start licking her. I licked her till she seemed like she might cum then she stood up and got back on her knees on the floor and kissed me on the mouth.

After Mom broke the kiss she said, “I just love tasting my pussy on my little Angel’s face. Now stand up, Kay. I want Katy to lick you now.”

Mom helped position Mrs Collins over my face.

Mrs Collins pussy came slowly toward my mouth. I loved looking at her pussy lips. They were all swollen and wet.

As they reached my mouth I started licking them. Mrs Collins bent forward some and I stuck two fingers in her pussy and sucked her clit. She cupped my pussy with her hand.

I heard Mom say, “It’s all right, Kay. Just go ahead and come right on Katy’s face. She loves it.”

And Mrs Collins did come right on my face.

After we all kind of got over our comes we sat around naked talking. The grownups reminded me this was a secret between us. Later Mrs Collins left and me and Mom just had the rest of the day kind of quiet.

When Mom tucked me in that night I wondered to myself if that was the end of my sex dreams about Mrs Collins.

I woke up in the morning having a sex dream about Mrs Collins and her daughter.

I told Mom about when I came downstairs.

Mom laughed and said, “Well, it was worth a try anyway.”

I said, “I’m glad it didn’t work. I liked the dream I had. But I really liked having sex with Mrs Collins. Mom? Do you think maybe someday it could happen for real?”

“Could what happen?”

“That I might have sex with Amy and her mom at the same time.”

Mom kissed my head and asked what I wanted for breakfast. She didn’t give me an answer.

Continue on to Chapter 29

Happy Mother’s Day!

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by Purple Les

We drove to the farmer’s market fairly early Saturday morning in Mom’s new car. Well, it was almost 15 years old, but it was new to us. Mom seemed to be really enjoying the car.

Mom wore her stocking cap. It was cold as always. I think she wore the cap more ’cause she was shy about her new short haircut.

I walked around with Mom. She would look at the vendors’ vegetables or whatever and talk with them about it. Some would give us a sample of this or that.

I helped Mom bring stuff back to the car. We put it in the trunk. It was pretty cold, so we didn’t have to worry about anything spoiling.

Mom seemed to be feeling pretty good today. She wanted to look around some more. I’d had enough of walking around with her.

“Mom? I wanna go to the stores.”

She gave me a look. Then she sighed and said, “Meet me by the car in forty minutes. And don’t make me come looking for you, or you’ll walk home.”

I looked at the big clock in the church tower near by. I gave her a big hug and wandered over to the comic book store. As I walked over there, I liked looking at the people from the bigger towns acting like it was a big deal to be here at the market.

I walked around inside the comic book store. They didn’t have the new comics in yet. So I just looked around some. They had a part of the store that said Adults Only.

There are beads hanging all down over the doorway to that part. You would see guys go back there. Sometimes I would edge back that way. When I would get real close to it though, whoever was by the cash register would always say, “That’s not for you. Move back out here.”

I wondered what kind of comics were back there. Guess I’d never find out. So then I went over to Gunderson’s Antiques and Junk.

I opened the door to hear the jingly bells. I looked around for a while. I liked all the old stuff and the Gundersons were always nice to me. Most grownups would get mad if you opened and closed their door a lot to hear the bells ring, but Mr. and Mrs. Gunderson just laughed and talked with me.

I asked them the time and when they told me I said, “Golly, I got to run. ’Bye.”

I ran toward where the car was parked. As I got closer I looked at the time and slowed down. I had a whole five minutes to get there without being late.

I saw Mom leaning against the car. She was talking to two women. Their backs were to me. When I got closer and could see them from the side one of them looked sort of familiar.

Mom saw me and pulled me in front of her. She crossed her hands on the outside of my coat on my chest and I leaned against her.

The two women smiled at me. That was when I recognized Mrs. Collins. It wasn’t just because I didn’t expect to see her. She was dressed in a bright yellow winter coat and blue jeans and boots. She also wore a green, red, and yellow wool cap. Mrs. Collins didn’t look anything like she did in school. She looked… well, she looked hot.

I said “Hi, Mrs. Collins. I didn’t know it was you at first. You look nice. I mean you always look nice. You look different than at school, I mean.”

Mrs. Collins said, “Hi, Katy, I understand what you mean. Thank you. This is my youngest daughter, Amy.” She nodded toward the young woman next to her.

Amy looked beautiful. Almost like a movie star, she was that pretty. She wore a dark wool coat, blue jeans and a black beret. Her long reddish brown hair hung over her collar. She smiled at me and said “Hi.” The way she smiled made me like her right away.

Mrs. Collins was drinking a cup of coffee. I was watching the steam rise from it while the grownups chatted. I wasn’t paying too much attention at first.

Then Mrs. Collins said to my mom, “Well, Carol, I don’t understand why someone who’s been offered two scholarships would rather spend a year being in a production of Hair.”

“Mom! I’m eighteen. This might lead to something. It will be a great experience.” Amy said to Mrs Collins, sounding kind of flustered.

Mrs Collins gave Amy a dirty look. Then she snorted and said, “Carol, who would want to watch my daughter prance around naked on stage?”

“Golly, I sure would.” I put my hands over my mouth as soon as I’d said that. Then I said, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

I could feel Mom’s nails digging through my winter coat into my shoulders.

Amy looked at Mrs Collins and said, “Is this what it’s really about, Mom? The brief nude scene? We don’t ‘prance around’ we stand still.”

Mrs Collins sipped her coffee and then said, “Well that’s part of it. But not all of it.”

“Mom, I can get in college anytime. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”

My mom said, “It’s a very good musical. The nude scene is very tasteful. Sorry, I didn’t really mean to put my two cents in. I understand both your sides to this.”

Just at that moment the sky, which had been gray all week, opened up a little and some blue sky came through.

I started to clap my hands which couldn’t be heard because I had mittens on. I began to sing, “Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in, let the sunshine in.” I couldn’t help but shake my hips back and forth a little when I sang it.

Amy laughed and started to clap to keep time too, then we were both singing, “Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in, let the sunshine in.”

Then Mom joined in too, all three of us in the parking lot singing, “Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in, let the sunshine in.” Over and over.

Some people walked by us and dropped coins into Mrs Collins now empty coffee cup.

Mom and Amy stopped singing and started laughing. Even Mrs Collins was laughing now.

“That’s from ‘Hair’, Katy. Where did you pick that up from?” Amy asked me.

“It’s an album I’ve listened to.”

Mom added, “It’s the original cast recording.”

“I would love to hear that,” said Amy.

“Well, why not come over now and listen to it,” Mom said. She looked at Mrs Collins and said, “How about it, Kay? We just live up the road.”

Mrs Collins looked at Amy and said, “Sure. Why not.”

We got home and put away groceries. Shortly after that Mrs Collins and Amy pulled in the driveway. Mrs Collins had stopped to get donuts. Mom made tea.

Amy handed me her mother’s coffee cup and said, “Here, we figured you did the most to earn it.”

I dumped the sticky coins in the kitchen sink and rinsed them off. Two dollars and twenty cents.

“Mom, look! We should sing there every week.” The look Mom gave me showed I wouldn’t be singing at the farmer’s market anymore.

We all sat around the kitchen table. It was so weird to have my teacher at my house like a real person. I raised my hand once to say something and that got a laugh. I didn’t do it to be funny. It was just habit I guess.

I had a funny feeling inside me. The kind of feeling like something sexy was in the air. But I didn’t think anything would happen. I figured it was just because Mrs Collins was here in my house for real after all the sex dreams I’d had about her.

After a while Amy said, “Mom, do I have time to listen to the whole album?”

Mrs Collins said, “If Carol doesn’t have plans you can listen to it a few times if you want.”

My mom said, “That’s fine. I’ve got nothing going on. Katy, why don’t you take Amy up to your room and play the record for her.”

Amy followed me up the stairs to my bedroom. I’d forgot to close the door to my room that morning and all the heat from downstairs had gone up there. I told Amy to close the door behind her. For once it wasn’t freezing in my room.

Amy looked around.

I pulled the Hair album out of the one of the crates full of records and turned on the record player. It had two big speakers. I had them on either side of my room. When you sat on my bed you could hear them both. So I told Amy to sit on the bed. I sat next to her.

As we listened, I asked Amy, “In the play do you really get naked in front of everyone?”

Amy smiled at me, “Yes we do. I think it’s really beautiful and freeing. The song for that scene is coming up. Want to see me do it?”

“Um, sure, if you don’t mind.”

“No, not at all. It’s good practice for me. On the stage we start out with our costumes on. Then a screen comes down. They show things on it while we keep singing and undress behind it. Then the screen comes up and we’re all nude.

“Since we can’t do that in your room, I’ll have you turn your back to me and then tell you to turn around again at the right time. Okay?”

“Sure.”

We both stood up.

Amy put the record arm to a certain spot and started singing along to the music. She has a real nice voice and pretty loud too. She sang some and then motioned for me with her hand to turn around.

I turned my back to her. While my back was turned I felt funny. It dawned on me that this was really going to happen. I was going to see an eighteen-year-old woman I’d just met bare-naked. Plus she was Mrs Collins’ daughter. My knees felt all weak.

Then I heard her say “Okay, Katy, turn and face me again.”

As soon as I turned there she was. Bare-naked and still singing to the record, I had to kneel on the floor cause my legs felt like rubber. She was curvy and thin but not skinny.

She had medium-sized boobies. Her nipples were smallish but not tiny. And they were all stiff. Her pubes were the same color as her hair, a dark reddish brown.

She stood still while she sang. Her legs are real nice. Long and lean. The song ended. She reached down to me and took my hands and pulled me up and sat me on the bed.

Amy bent over in front of the record player to start the album again. I think she bent over more than she needed to. That made me glad, ’cause I got a great look at her bare ass. I got a glimpse of her pussy too.

She came back and sat next to me on the bed. She explained to me what Hair was all about.

I liked listening to her. I tried to keep my eyes on her face but I couldn’t keep them from drifting down some before I remembered to look at her face again.

Amy said, “Katy, I don’t mind if you look at me. It’s normal for you to be curious about an older girl’s body. Have you ever seen anyone naked before?”

I knew I shouldn’t say too much. There were a lot of things I was supposed to keep secret. I thought there was a little I could say though.

“Um, well, I uh… will it be our secret?”

“Well, of course, it will just be between us. You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to.”

“Well, sometimes I shower with my mom. So I’ve seen her naked. But seeing you naked is different. It feels neat, like when… I better not say, maybe.”

“It’s okay. I’d like to know though. I hope we’re friends. I mean I trust you enough to let you see me naked and keep it our secret.”

“Okay, well I have a friend. Sometimes we do stuff. Um, like kiss and hug. And sometimes we look at each other naked. It makes us feel funny and we touch ourselves. Sometimes we touch each other, um, you know, down there.”

“Oh, sure, I understand. I like to do that too with other girls. Is your friend your age?”

“No, she’s ten, a year older than me. I hope you don’t think I’m weird.”

“No, not at all. I think you’re a very sweet girl. So you like kissing?”

“Yeah.” I made no attempt to not stare right at her nipples now. My eyes were glued to her boobies.

“Would you like to touch them?” Amy asked me.

“Could I, please?”

“Sure.”

Amy didn’t tell me what to do or not do with her boobies and nipples. She just let me play with them anyway I wanted. I think she was pretty sure I’d never done anything like this even though I had.

I could see Amy was enjoying it. She seemed to like just watching me feel her boobies and nipples up. I guess maybe it felt nice to her also. The music stopped and she got up to flip the album over. I got another great look at her ass.

She stood in front of me. My eyes moved up and down her. Mostly though my eyes stopped at her pussy now.

“You can touch my hair down there if you’d like to.” Amy said. So I did. “What do you think of it, Katy?”

“It looks like it would feel wiry but it’s nice and soft.”

“I guess you and your friend don’t have any hair, down there?”

“No, we don’t.”

“Would you like to kiss me like you and your friend do?”

I nodded my head “Yes” and Amy lay down on her back on my bed.

“Just lay on top of me, Katy, and kiss me like you kiss your friend.”

So I did. I just kind of touched my lips to hers briefly at first, then kissed her a little bit more. I pressed my lips against hers longer and harder. Then finally I slowly opened my mouth more and more, till I could stick my tongue in her mouth.

Her one arm was around the top of my back hugging me. Amy’s other arm moved up and down my back. Each time it went down my back her hand came closer to my butt.

After we had been kissing for a while she touched my behind and then cupped my ass cheeks with her hand and squeezed them.

I couldn’t help but wiggle my hips around a little bit trying to grind myself against Amy a little. The music stopped and slowly we stopped kissing.

“Would you mind turning the album over again, Katy?”

“No, I don’t mind.” I said as I slowly got on my knees. I felt her boobies a little bit more as I put my feet on the floor. I turned the album over and turned around to face Amy again.

She was laying on her side now. She had one hand between her legs and her other hand had her head resting against it. I stood looking at her and Amy said, “You are so cute. Tell me, Katy, when you kiss your girlfriend do one of you stay dressed or do you both get naked?”

“Um, we both get naked.”

“Oh. Well should I get dressed? Or can I get you to take off your clothes too?”

“Um, I don’t mind getting undressed. If you promise not to laugh.”

“Why on earth would I laugh.”

“Cause I don’t have any pubes or boobs or nothing.”

“I think you’re a perfect looking little girl. I won’t laugh. In fact, there’s something about seeing a girl your age that’s special to me. I mean you don’t get to see kids nude. So it would be a real treat for me to see a cute girl like you without anything on.”

I could see Amy was starting to kind of play with herself. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, Katy.”

“No, I want to. It gives me the tingles down there.”

I lifted a foot up and took a sock off then did the same with my other foot. I pulled my sweater off next and stood there looking at Amy.

“That’s a good start.” Amy said. “Now take off your t-shirt.”

So I did.

“Yeah, nice. I love your little nipples. You’ve got a nice tight bod, Katy.”

“Thanks. Um, now what?”

“Unbutton your jeans and pull down the zipper.”

So I did that too.

“Oh, I like your pretty blue panties.” Amy said. “Now take your jeans off and your panties too.”

I pushed them both down to my knees and then I got on the floor and took them the rest of the way off. I stood back up and let Amy look at me bare-naked.

“Can we kiss some more, Amy?”

“We sure can. Get back up here.”

Amy turned on her back again and I lay on top of her again and we started to kiss. This time when she grabbed my butt I melted against her. I let my legs slide off on either side of her and she quickly ran a finger up my slit before rubbing my ass again.

We kissed till the record ended. She had me flip it over and start it again.

As I flipped the record over, she said, “You have the most perfect little ass.”

When I got back on the bed she had turned on her side.

We kissed some more. As we kissed we felt each other up.

I mostly played with her boobs and nipples at first.

Amy said, “I just have to rub off.” She moved back a little and began to masturbate.

I loved watching her and I started to play with myself too.

When I moved my middle finger up inside my pussy, Amy let out a moan. I could smell her pussy. She was getting real wet.

“Amy? Can we play with each other’s? You know, let me touch yours and you can play with mine. Okay?”

Amy took my hand and placed it on her pussy. She moved my hand on her and said, “Do it like that, okay?”

I said “Yeah, okay.”

After I was doing it for a little bit she put her hand on my bare pussy. She was very gentle but she touched me everywhere. I was getting close to having a come.

Amy started coming right at that moment. I came shortly after she did because she didn’t stop rubbing my pussy when she came. We both just lay there.

We kissed some more and laughed a little, ’cause now we shared a special secret. We stayed naked and listened to a couple more albums.

Amy suggested, “Maybe we can do this again sometime. Would you like that, Katy?”

“Yeah, I sure would.”

We finally got dressed and went downstairs. Amy used the bathroom and so did I when she was done.

Mrs Collins and Amy left after we’d sat around a little bit just chatting. Well, they chatted. I mostly just listened and daydreamed.

Then they left. I’d noticed that Mom was barefoot. I’d also seen that Mrs Collins shirt was buttoned up uneven. It had been normal before me and Amy had gone upstairs.

I snuggled next to Mom on the couch. Mom asked me what had happened up in my room and I told her everything. Mom seemed kind of horny. Her nipples were hard against her shirt and she kissed me a lot.

I asked her what she and Mrs Collins talked about.

“Well, Katy, it seems Mrs Collins and I are very much alike in some ways. It seems she has feelings like me and Aunt Billie and Grace Tran and your Aunt Sue.” Then Mom laughed a little. “And like Jean and Sandie.

“I can tell you, Angel, ’cause I know you won’t say anything. You see when Amy was ten she’d seen her big sisters having sex with each other. They were 14 and 17 at the time. They didn’t let her join in and she asked her mother about it. Amy really liked seeing them naked and having sex. Her mother understood and explained to Amy that her sisters were older.

“Kay, that’s Mrs Collins first name, Angel, told Amy if she wanted to she would show her anything she wanted to know about what her big sisters were doing.”

I unbuttoned Mom’s blue jeans and pulled her zipper down.

“So Kay took Amy into her bedroom. Kay told her about what kinds of things girls like to do with each other. Kay found out Amy was already masturbating.”

I pushed my hand down under Mom’s panties. She was real wet and I started to play with her pussy.

“So, uh, Kay, uh. Where was I, Katy?”

“Mrs Collins found out Amy knew how to masturbate already.”

“Yes, so well they, uh, Kay taught her how to kiss. Amy wanted for them to kiss naked like her big sisters did with each other. So, uh, Kay and Amy got naked together, and, uh, the rest is history so to speak, and uh. Oh! Shit! Katy, that feels good.”

“What else happened down here while I was upstairs?”

“Kay did this foot massage thing on me. She made me cum just by touching my foot in a certain spot. I couldn’t believe how good it was. Don’t stop, Katy. I think I’m… ”

Mom put her hand over her pants where my hand was on the inside of her pants. She pressed my hand down harder on her and pushed her pussy against my hand more. Then I felt her come.

Mom panted some and kissed me. We just sat for a little while and then Mom started to French kiss me. Next thing I knew she’d pulled my clothes off and started to lick my pussy.

I was really enjoying her mouth on me. I wanted it to last longer but when she rubbed a finger around my butt hole I couldn’t hold back and had my big come.

It wasn’t even dinner time yet and we’d had a lot of sex. After dinner Mom got out her laptop and we got in Mom’s bed naked together and read stories at Juicy Secrets. We read some of the new chapters of stuff together. We did that till we got so horny again we watched each other rub off. Mom let me sleep with her that night.

I woke up first on Sunday morning and looked at her sleep for a while. Then I went to the bathroom. I went to the kitchen next and had juice and made coffee for Mom.

We had a nice lazy Sunday with lots of sex thrown in. I wished it could be like that every day.

Continue on to Chapter 28

By Amanda

Neither Sandra nor I had drunk so much that we felt unwell the next morning. I led my love down the stairs and into the dining room, and over the next hour the rest of the women found their way there for breakfast. It was all quite informal.

Many of my guests were suffering from the night before, and I knew Josette’s remedy was nearly useless. However, Charity offered to make something to help them all, and her remedy was both fast and effective.

By noon everyone was cheery and ready for the final night of the party. I toured the house, making small talk as I did, finally stopping when I found the Madame Le Granade sitting in my library reading.

“Madame,” I said as I entered.

She marked her page and closed the book. “Hardly matters if I keep my place,” she said, looking at the tome. “Force of habit really.”

“I’ll leave it as an open invitation for your return,” I offered. Annabelle smiled at me.

“I wanted to thank you for greeting Charity.”

“The Negress?” she shrugged. “What’s the use of having all this influence if I can’t do something noble once in a while.”

Annabelle invited me to sit next to her, and I did.

“I once believed in slavery, and remaining loyal to the Crown,” she said. “I looked down on the common people, the poor, the Negros, the Orientals. I thought them all beneath me. Then, after the Revolution, I occasioned to speak with people other than just those of my own class and station. I found them charming in their determination and diligence. In the time since the Revolution I have come to believe that there is no one truly beneath me, only those less fortunate. I have seen people of standing lose their wealth, their homes, everything they had, and come to realize that it is only through chance or by the grace of God that I have held onto mine.”

“Words of wisdom,” I said with a smile.

“And I learned too late in life, I fear, to undo those things I’ve done that I now would consider immoral. At my age, you are keenly aware that the grave is ever approaching. It makes you look back on your life with different eyes. You are fortunate indeed that you had such wisdom so young.”

“I was orphaned. I dare say it is only the greatest fortune that I did not live my life as a simple maid, and in time a poor wife. Were it not for me meeting one particular girl, who was living in the home of a good man, my fate might have been… I shudder to think.”

“There but for the grace of God…” Annabelle repeated quietly.

“You believe in God?” I asked.

“I am a very bad Catholic. Which is no surprise, I was born here in Paris after all. I don’t know if I believe in everything the Church teaches, but I do think there is a deity.  Don’t you?”

“Not really,” I answered bluntly. “But don’t you worry about judgement?”

“‘Course I do, girl,” she laughed. “If the priests are right, I’ll be damned. I’ve not gone to confession in twenty years, and have committed such sins with women and girls that if I confessed them I would be excommunicated. But I don’t truly believe in damnation. It seems too cruel for a God who is supposed to love us so very much.”

“I suppose it’s the doctrine of hell that made me stop believing,” I said.

“Not to worry. We’ll likely cross paths in hell, if there is such a thing, and we can debate it there,” she quipped.

I couldn’t help laughing. Annabelle was stern and distant most of the time. She exuded an air of nobility in her normal comings and goings. But I, and perhaps a few others, were privileged once in a while to see a lighter side of her. For me, it was when she and I were alone as we were now.

“I have come to develop a great fondness for you, Elizabeth Jordan,” she said. “Were I thirty years younger, I’d give that pretty little maid you’ve taken up with a fight she would not soon forget.”

“What about the pretty maid you keep?”

“No, she is much too young. And to be honest, I do not even know if she is of like mind to us,” Annabelle replied.

After a moment’s pause, I said, “I have a question I’ve not found an answer to for years.”

Annabelle raised her eyebrow. “Do tell.”

“What is the word for women like us? We say ‘of like mind’, and I call us tom boys and ladies, but do we have a proper word?”

“The English call us Sapphists, I think. I have read of women like us being known as Tribades and Lesbians, the latter being a reference, I believe, to Sappho’s place of origin.”

“I have heard of Sappho,” I said. “So, there have been women like us since ancient times?”

“I’m certain of it,” Annabelle nodded.

“But what is it that makes us like this?” I asked.

She seemed to contemplate the question a time, then said, “There are those who say we suffer some madness, and others who see it as willful wickedness. But I prefer to think we were created this way for some purpose… though in all my years, I’ve not been able to imagine what that might be.”

“If that were true, it would seem that for some of us the purpose is to be damned to a life of permanent melancholy.”

“Well, at least you alleviated that for some of us,” Annabelle said with a smile. “Now, I think you’ve entertained this old crone far too long. Go and mingle with your guests before you’re missed.”

Taking her advice, I set about spending time with as many of the other women as I could find. I kept Sandra on my arm. I do not know how many people knew of my arrangement with the girl, but I wanted to be near her as much as I could for fear that I might never see her again after this party.

Eventually we found ourselves in the courtyard where Josephine and Penelope were flirting in a corner.

“Mistress,” Sandra said as we approached them.

Josephine turned toward us. “Aren’t we cozy,” she teased. “You make a lovely couple.” She pulled Penelope close to her. “This little girl tells me she’s a virgin,” Josephine grinned.

“Does she?” I said, trying to contain my mirth.

“Oh, that it were true,” Josephine laughed. She looked at Penelope. “Come, child, you do have the look of experience.”

“Is it my age?” Penelope asked. “Do I seem too old to be a virgin?” Then she sighed, “I don’t know why I bother. It’s not as if anyone would pass up the chance to bed me.”

“Indeed,” Josephine agreed. “And since you broached the subject…”

“Penelope,” I interjected, “perhaps this once you should resist your baser urges. I’ve no doubt someone else would be happy to indulge you.”

“Nonsense, darling,” Josephine protested. “Come now, even I can behave myself once in a while.” She tightened her grip on the girl. “I promise I won’t break her. Now if you will excuse us.” She began walking away with Penelope, then stopped before Sandra, looking her in the eye.

“Sandra, dear, would you like to join us?” Josephine was teasing me.

“I mustn’t, mistress,” Sandra curtseyed.

“That’s not a no.” I told Sandra. She looked at me with fear in her eyes. “I’ll not stop you.”

I pulled her close for a moment. “Would it be easier if I ordered you to go with them?” I asked.

Sandra was silent for what seemed quite a time before she curtseyed low. “I’m sorry, miss, I’m truly sorry. It is not for me to indulge myself.”

“Then allow me.” I pushed her toward Josephine hard enough that my former mistress had to catch her. Sandra couldn’t bring herself to state what she wanted, but to me it was obvious enough.

I watched the three of them return to the house. If Sandra chose to stay with me, then this would be the last time she would ever be able to make love to her mistress.

Back inside, I caught up to Catherine and somehow coaxed her up to my room. There I lay on my bed. She was watching me with a knowing smile, but it certainly did not seem like she was tempted.

“Alice says that I probably will never see her again,” I began. I patted the bed next to me and with a chuckle Catherine came and sat down. “Do you think you’ll ever return to France?” I asked.

“Of course not. Eliza and Alice have a daughter, as do I. I can hardly believe that we were able to be here at all. Besides, a ship really is no place for a woman. It would please me to never again have to set foot upon one.” She sighed, “Come along, dear, we should go back to the parlor.”

I reached out and stroked her arm. “Catherine, in all these years the only thing I’ve regretted is you not having me.”

“I, it’s, you’re like a daughter,” she said. “It isn’t that you aren’t beautiful or tempting, but… I don’t think I could.”

“Kiss me,” I begged. “Touch me, and if you still don’t think you can, then I’ll accept it.”

I sat up and drew close to her. I pressed my lips to hers and we kissed, perhaps more passionately than we ever had before. I took her hand and placed it on my breast, giving her permission to undress me.

Catherine pushed me down to the bed and opened my dress. She caressed my bare flesh, causing me to shudder. I could feel the blood rushing to my sex and the tingle in my belly.

She took my nipple in her mouth and suckled gently. Catherine pushed my dress the rest of the way open until I lay fully naked before her. She ran her hand along my flanks, and I couldn’t help but draw a deep breath and smile up at her.

“I’ve dreamed of this,” I whispered.

Catherine’s fingers played in circles on my belly. I was trembling at her touch. I reached out to began undoing the buttons of her shirt, but she stopped me. I lay back down and she removed her shirt, then her breeches.

“Are you pleased?” she asked me.

I had never seen her completely naked. She had seen me in various states of undress many times, but this was the first time I’d ever seen Catherine undressed.

“I am.”

She leaned down and kissed me while running her hand over my mound and into my soft pubic hair. Her hand had only just folded down to brush against my sex when she stopped and sat back, covering her face.

“Oh god Liz, I’m sorry,” she said. “I may be many things, dear girl, but you truly are my first daughter and I cannot do this.”

I sat up. “Catherine, look at me. I’m a woman. I know I’m still comely, and I’m ready for you.” As I said this, I took her hand and guided it back between my thighs.

“See for yourself how ready.” I pressed her fingers into my folds and let her feel my wetness.

“Oh Liz, you tempt me, but this is wrong.” Again she tried to pull away, but I would not let her.

“Is it?” I said, before finally letting go of her hand. “Then go.”

She did not move.

“Catherine, I want this. I’ve always wanted this.”

She looked into my eyes for some time. She seemed unsure, something I was not accustomed to seeing in her.

”I’m so sorry Liz,” she finally said. She stood and begin to dress. I sighed and began putting my underclothing back on, but I decided I’d not bother with trying to get back into my dress.

“I do love you, child, but not like this.” She smiled at me. “I’m a lech, but not a cad.” She pulled me close and kissed my forehead. “You are the one pure love I’ve ever had. To me you’ll always be that untainted wide-eyed girl I first met in my tavern. Let me keep that… stay my daughter, Liz.”

Disappointed, I agreed, and we returned to the party with me on her arm. I did not care that all the women there would assume she’d taken me. I rather liked the idea to be honest.

“Be still my heart.” Josephine’s voice came from the main stair.

Catherine and I turned to see her coming down with Penelope and Sandra in tow. I held my hand out and Sandra hurried to me. I pulled her close and kissed her.

“Two of my favorite girls together,” said Josephine. “Was she all I remember, Catherine?”

“I wouldn’t know,” Catherine responded.

“No!” Josephine gasped. “Are you losing your touch?”

“I’m afraid that I would be the one losing my touch,” I admitted. Josephine gave me a confused look. “It’s true, mistress.”

“What is the world coming to?” she laughed. “Well, all the same.” She waved her hand. “Is dinner soon?”

“In about an hour,” I told her.

I had told everyone that there would be a show that night. During dinner the women speculated wildly about what it might be, but I and my co-conspirators would not reveal anything.

When the meal was done, we retired to the parlor and drank absinthe. Josephine provided us with the hemp she smoked, and we passed the next few hours quite dazed and drunk. At last the clock struck ten, and I led the ladies to my second floor where I had laid out pillows much as I had done the year before.

Once everyone was gathered, Annette entered and stood before the makeshift bed. I departed and found Virginia waiting below at the foot of the stair in her nun’s habit.

“Keep the coif and veil on,” I instructed.

She looked nervous but nodded.

“Will you be alright?” I asked.

“Yes, I will.”

She drew a deep breath, and we ascended the stair and entered my second floor ball room, as it were.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” I began as we stepped into view.

All of the women turned to us. Many appeared quite shocked seeing Virginia dressed in a habit.

“Tonight, our lovely Virginia, a virtuous nun” — there were titters of laughter — “will be violated before your very eyes.”

I led her over to Annette.

“Mind you, my friends,” I said, “this is no costume. This girl you see before you is indeed truly a nun, having taken her vows and committed her life to the church.”

“It’s true,” Virginia affirmed. Several women seemed taken aback.

I handed the girl to Annette who began kissing her. They lowered slowly down onto the pillows, caressing one another and kissing as they did.

First Virginia removed her lover’s dress, and soon after Annette began removing the nun’s habit, but Virginia was careful not to allow her headdress or crucifix to be taken off. Beneath she wore black stockings and garters, but nothing else, and these Annette left in place.

“Come, my child,” Virginia urged, in a stage whisper. “Show your devotion to the blessed virgin.”

Several women gasped at this.

Virginia pulled Annette to her breast, and her lover kissed and suckled, moving ever downward until at last she had reached the nun’s spread legs. Annette hesitated a moment before nearly falling forward and lapping at her sex. Virginia moaned and rocked her hips. She ran her fingers through Annette’s hair as the woman drove her fingers deep inside the girl.

The coif was nearly dislodged from Virginia’s head when she threw it back and cried out in ecstasy. Annette held her firmly, suckling her clitoris while the nun convulsed.

Virginia fell back onto the pillows, trying to catch her breath. Annette gently adjusted her head covering, then coaxed her to sit up. She kissed the girl, and they reclined, threading their legs together, each pressing her sex against that of the other. I’d never seen such a thing and was quite fascinated. They were moving in concert with one another, moaning as they did. They moved faster and faster, grunting and gasping until at last Annette and then Virginia each had reached climax.

They lay a time, recovering and caressing, before Virginia rose to her knees and crossed herself. “May the Lord bless and keep you,” she intoned.

This was almost too much for the ladies and they began cheering wildly.

I was quite pleased with it all. I called for Josette and had her escort my guests back to the parlor and provide them with champagne.

Myself, Annette, and Virginia lagged behind, waiting to make a grand entrance. Annette put on her underclothing, while Virginia remained only in her coif and veil.

“Thank you,” I said to them.

“All too happy to be a part of it,” Virginia laughed.

“Shall we meet your audience?” I asked, and they nodded their heads.

We made our way to the parlor where I announced them again to the cheers of my guests. “A toast to my lovely friends,” I said, “who entertained us so generously.”

The women raised their glasses and we drank. I began blowing out candles, not all of them but enough that the room was soon filled with shadow.

I found Sandra and took her to my side, then said to my guests, “I thank you all for coming, ladies. I hope you are all highly excited by the scandal and bawdiness of my party. Please, take your lover in your arms and enjoy this last night we have together.”

To encourage them, I pulled Sandra close and kissed her deeply. She sighed in my arms and almost seemed to melt into me. I wasted no time in removing her dress and then my own underclothes. We lay upon the floor kissing as we did.

Around us, women began to embrace one another. Unlike my first party, it took very little persuading to get them all undressed and making love.

“I wonder,” I said to Sandra as we lay gently caressing, “if this will be our last night together…”

She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me deeply when I spoke. It was no answer, no real hint, but I preferred not to think about the future at that moment.

Sandra reached between my thighs and pushed her fingers into my sex. “Use me for your pleasure, mistress,” she said, and then she was once again whispering her nearly incoherent mantras as she passionately kissed my body and worked to excite my loins.

When her mouth covered my sex and she drove her tongue between my folds I shuddered. Sandra was an expert lover in every sense. As she lapped at me and suckled my most sensitive places, she hummed a lullaby. The reverberations of it sent waves of pleasure through my body. She had never done anything like this before, and the ecstasy of it robbed me of any strength.

Without thinking about it I had raised my knees and was rocking with her tender attentions. The fire of my climax built within my belly and burst from me in shattering waves, and all the while Sandra continued her humming.

When I was fully spent, Sandra crawled to lay beside me. “Penelope taught me that,” she explained. “I’d no notion such a thing could be done.”

I returned the devilish kiss, humming the very same lullaby as she. As I did, Sandra moaned and writhed such that I had to wrap my arms about her thighs to maintain my hold on her. In a sudden movement she curled forward taking my head in her hands, and then fell back arching herself and nearly screaming. I’d never seen her react so. Then, to my utter shock my chin was dowsed in moisture.

With Sandra catching her breath I moved to lay behind her, spooning. Around us some of the women still made love, while others had long since sated one another. In time they all began to retire, and with that Sandra and I sought the privacy of our room.

In bed we pulled close to one another. She lay her head against my breast and I held her, stroking her back as I stared at the ceiling above. “Reste avec moi… mon cher.”

“Forever yours,” she murmured. I only understood part of what she’d said. She was very sleepy, and I was not certain she was even aware of what she was saying. I did not even want to dare the hope, for fear it would be dashed.

When morning came, I served my guests breakfast. Afterward I found myself bidding farewell to them in turn. Among the last to leave was the Madame. I had a driver prepared to take Josephine, Catherine, Eliza, and Alice to their hotel. They had booked a return passage on the same ship they’d arrived on, and it would take them days to get back to it.

Eliza and Alice were the first to say their goodbyes. Alice and I wept in each other’s arms. I wished I could promise her I would find my way back to the United States, but I knew that such a thing was almost impossible. And of course I knew that they would never return here.

They were followed by Catherine. There was no end of tears as we were both certain that this would be our final goodbye. I held Catherine such a long time, not wanting her to go. She was my oldest, dearest, most beloved friend. As I stood holding her, enjoying the matronly embrace, I realized that I was relieved we had not made love. She was a mother to me, and that is how it always should be.

At long last I managed to bring myself to let her go. When we stepped apart, Sandra took my arm and pulled close to me. She was trembling, and I think perhaps I might have been too.

Josephine then stood before us, smiling. “Well, Liz, there is only the matter of Sandra.”

I nodded my head.

“Come along, girl, it is time to go,” Josephine ordered. “I think you’ve shamed me enough.”

Sandra released my arm and I felt my knees go weak. She approached Josephine, her head bowed. Her steps were hesitant and once she reached her mistress she fell to her knees, taking the hem of Josephine’s dress in her hands.

“Forgive me, mistress,” she sobbed. “Please forgive me.”

Tears rolled down my cheeks. For everything else, for all my love, she was Josephine’s. The chains binding her would never be broken.

Josephine knelt down and pulled the girl to her. They whispered a moment before Josephine stood, tugging her dress from Sandra’s hands.

“Rise,” she ordered and Sandra obeyed. Josephine then approached me, her smile not fading. She came so close I found myself fighting not to shrink from her. My former mistress looked me over, studying my face. After a moment, she stepped back and took Sandra’s arm, pulling her close.

“Sandra, tell her your decision.”

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I am not an extraordinary woman, but I have had an extraordinary life, mostly due to much good fortune being heaped upon me, and a helping of gall that served me well more often than not.

My life continued on like this for many years. I saw many old and new faces in my tavern and held my yearly parties, always striving to make each one more awful than the year before. Of course, it was all in fun. My parties were meant to allow us to run wild and unrestrained. To let us have for those three days the freedom we never had in the outside world, and the debauchery we engaged in was meant to draw that out.

But as the years go by, one finds she attends more funerals than parties and that too much correspondence arrives in black-edged envelopes. The first was Annabelle La Granade, who passed two years after Sandra made her decision. She was attended by only her family and myself, as she had specifically called for me. In accordance with her wishes, her son continued to supply my tavern, though not at the prices his mother had given me.

Six years later, Catherine died of tuberculosis. Her daughter later married and is raising two sons I hear. Her daughter kept Charity in the home they had shared, and cared for her for the last four years of the former slave’s life. From all accounts, Elizabeth had loved Charity as a second mother. Though I must assume she had no idea of what their true relationship had been.

Virginia was, as she had predicted, found out by the Church, and I kept my promise to her. She worked in my tavern and lived in the house above for many years before I simply gave it all to her. She and Annette remain as close as ever to this day, though Annette’s health is failing and age is taking its toll as well on the former nun.

On occasion I still visit the Velvet Pony. It is more for nostalgia’s sake than anything else. The faces have all changed, but the old tavern remains a meeting place for women seeking one another’s company. I hear tell of salons and cafes which cater only to our kind, and have even visited one such place. I once believed women like us were an exceedingly rare breed. In my later years, though, I have come to think that perhaps we are not so rare as I’d previously thought.

Some years ago, Josephine took in a young girl of seventeen who had run away to escape marriage. Sadly for us all, her father found the girl and exposed Josephine. A male relative, one Marcus Wellerby, used the opportunity to steal Josephine’s wealth and have her committed to an asylum where she would spend the last eight years of her life.

As I have said, many of my friends have been taken from me. For some I know their fate, for others I do not. Josephine, however, is the only woman I know who was placed in an asylum after being discovered. Though I hear rumors of others, I have never confirmed any of them. I think the only reason her fate was so unthinkable was the extremity with which she lived. Had she and the girl simply been sweethearts, I do not think the results would have been so bad. After all, I think the father might not have imagined what was really happening. But he must have discovered something awful, because Josephine’s exploits became known. He did not simply take his daughter back, he exposed Josephine and publicly shamed her. A mistake for him, I suppose, as his name and his daughter’s were printed and his family humiliated. He lost his business, and from what I hear the daughter soon took her own life.

I traveled to New York to try and secure Josephine’s release, but failed to do so. I begged Mr. Wellerby to retrieve her and turn her over to me, but he was a beastly man, devoid of any compassion or kindness. I went so far as to offer a bribe, but I simply hadn’t enough money to interest him.

I am ashamed to admit that I even offered my body. I told him that just like Josephine I desired only women, and that men’s hands had never touched me. I told him that if he brought her to me, he would be the first. I would stay a month with him, and in that time he could do with me whatever pleased him.

I find it a source of embarrassment to admit to such a thing, and more so that he declined. Of course, I would never have upheld my end of the bargain, but I also knew that no matter what I could not have escaped unsoiled by his touch.

I do not know what animosity he held for her, but I believe the man truly hated Josephine and wanted to hurt her. Perhaps the only solace I could take is that Josephine was well cared for in the asylum, and her accommodations were the best one could hope for under such circumstances.

I found Temperance still serving in that house, and took the girl back to Paris with me. She said nothing of the man who’d taken her mistress from her. In truth, when I asked of him she would shrink and tremble. I take that as proof enough that he abused her.

In all the years I’ve known her since, she never spoke of her time with him, and seeing the distress it caused her, I never pressed. But from time to time I reminded her that should she ever wish it, I would hear her story.

She serves as a maid in my home to this day. However, I fear she will mourn the loss of her mistress to her grave. I do not think I will ever really understand why those girls, Temperance and Sandra, so loved Josephine, but they did indeed love her. I suppose for my part I do not think Josephine was wicked or intentionally cruel. But I think she was not a good woman either. Whether she meant it that way or not, what she did amounted to wickedness and cruelty. I do not think she had ever given a thought to what would become of her maids if something happened to her.

After Josephine’s death, I received a trunk that contained her personal effects, and fourteen volumes of what I can only call her diaries. They proved a most fascinating and terrible read. They did not significantly change my opinion of her, but they did allow me to understand her better.

Eliza died five years ago, and dear Alice followed her to the grave a few months later, from a broken heart they say. I learned this when a guitar arrived for me at my home. I recognized it right away as the lyre-style guitar the girl had so often played. I hardly needed an explanation, though, as it came along with a black-edged envelope.

We had continued writing each other until just before she passed. A month after I had received the guitar, a letter arrived. I recognized Alice’s hand on the envelope and when I opened the letter it read only, ‘I’m so alone.’ It must have been delayed or perhaps found and sent on once she was gone, but seeing it after knowing she was dead sent a chill down my spine.

Angelique and Jezebel lived for years in Paris, but they left some time ago and I have no idea where they are now or if they are even still alive. My last meeting with them, however, found them deliriously happy together and I should hope that they have remained that way.

Monique disappeared with a Dutch girl. I have heard conflicting rumors about her perhaps living in Amsterdam, but no one seems to know anything for certain. It is a necessity that we keep our secrets. But this also often means that dear friends or lovers may be lost forever. Even posing as widows or spinsters we were subject to men and their whims. And we mustn’t risk discovery no matter the cost. Josephine is proof enough of that, I think.

I ferried slaves out of the south for years. Catherine’s daughter, Elizabeth, continued her mother’s efforts with the blessing of her husband. But in time I was no longer able to keep up with the many demands of such a pursuit while also trying to appear as a legitimate shipping company. Finally I sold my ships to Elizabeth and now live in retirement from the wealth I was able to build over my life. I am proud that I was a part of the early abolitionist movement, even at such a distance. I may never see it, but I do hope a day will come that sees no slavery anywhere in the world.

I have no heir. All my worldly goods will belong to France when I die. Save, that is, what I have hidden away for Temperance and Josette. It should be enough for them to live a comfortable enough life on. It is my hope that they will remain at one another’s side. I do not think they were ever lovers, but they have always been close.

Neither Sandra nor Josephine told me what they whispered to each other that day in my entry hall. But in the end, Sandra chose to remain with me. We lived together, in love, never leaving one another’s side for twenty-six years, until two years ago when I lay my beloved Sandra to rest. Some nights the emptiness of my bed denies me even the slightest hint of sleep. I did not know I could love someone so deeply, nor miss them so dearly as I do Sandra.

In the years after she left her mistress, she slowly began to shed her chains. Sandra would always remain submissive to me, but she would, in time, stop calling me miss or mistress. And submissive though she was, she learned to speak her mind, and to make known her will in matters. I think men expect we women to be submissive. And having had such a woman at my side I understand the appeal. But as Sandra slowly began to act as my equal, I was much happier. I cared for her happiness greatly, so fulfilling it became much easier and more complete as she learned to express her wants and wishes.

When she died, her hand was in mine and our closest friends stood watch with me. Much as Maddy had, she died peacefully in her sleep. Her last words to me were simply, ‘Thank you, Liz.’ I like to believe she meant for taking her from Josephine, but her true intent I suppose I will never know.

Sandra had left instructions that she wished to be buried in her uniform, a uniform that had hung in my wardrobe for twenty years unused. It was worn and threadbare, but thanks to my skills with needle and thread I made it presentable for a funeral. As I worked on it, I found in a pocket three copper coins which I did not immediately recognize as pennies from the United States. They were old and seemed to have been worried over so much that most of the markings were missing. I nearly tossed them out when it occurred to me that she surely had carried them for a very long time. Thus I decided I would return them to the pocket so she could be interred with them.

I have left out much of my story. Nearly all of the troubles I faced in my life I have said nothing of. But troubles were many. I’ve seen so many dear friends snatched away. Forced to marry, or being married and discovered by their husbands, then made prisoners in their homes. Penelope was discovered by a husband we did not know she had, and beaten so badly that she nearly died. He then threw her out onto the streets and whatever has become of her I do not know. What I do know, I only know because after it happened she stayed with me three months. Then one morning I awoke to find that she and several expensive gold trinkets had gone missing in the night. She was a desperate girl with no prospects. I do not begrudge her the theft, and would consider it worth the small loss just to know if she was well. I suppose I hope most that she did not end up in a brothel. Even another husband would be better than that.

Out of respect for the families of those women I have known, I have in this telling used false names or forgone surnames. My own name is not what I have called it, because I am known in Paris, and my servants and associates would suffer shame if I were exposed. Only Josephine’s name is unchanged, as her exploits were known, and if it brings more shame on the man who committed her that this be known, then all the better.

I do not care about my fortune, nor if my name goes down in history. But what I do wish is for these pages to find their way into the hands of other Sapphists, or Lesbians, or whatever it is we are called. I want them to know what we did here so that we will never be forgotten. So that, though small it may be, it will be seen that we did leave our mark on history. That even beneath the boot heel of men, we found some happiness.

Fin

by Purple Les

After Aunt Billie had come on my face, we got ready for bed. Aunt Billie tucked me in and listened to my prayers and blessings.

I was the first one up Sunday morning. Aunt Billie was asleep on the couch and Mom’s bedroom door was closed. I poured juice for myself. Then I started a pot of coffee for Mom and Aunt Billie. I sat at the kitchen table and drank my juice and read the Gandhi book.

Aunt Billie got up, said “Good morning” to me, and went into the bathroom.

When she came back she poured herself some coffee and sat at the table with me. I asked her what was up with her and Mom.

“Where do you guys go? What do you do?”

Aunt Billie sipped some coffee and stared at me. “I wish I could tell you,” she said. “Your mother still has me sworn to secrecy. You make good coffee, Katy.”

“Thanks. What about you and Pam? Did you guys do more than kiss?”

“Not much more than kiss. Well, okay, I let her see and play with my tits. That was about it. I’d have liked to do more, but I had to get her home. I didn’t want to go too far with her. Besides, it sounded like you gave her plenty of comes yesterday.”

I felt my face get warm as I said, “Yeah, I guess so.”

Aunt Billie had a second cup of coffee. She took a cup into Mom. She came back a little later with the cup still half full. Mom slept most of the day.

I made a late lunch of scrambled eggs and mashed potatoes for all of us after Mom got up. Later Mom told Aunt Billie to go on home. She would be okay.

I didn’t dare ask Mom what they did. I just behaved myself. I went up to my room after awhile and read and listened to records. I got ready for bed and Mom tucked me in.

Monday was just a regular day except Mom didn’t go to work that day. I liked her being home when I got home from school.

When I got home after school on Tuesday she was home again. She’d been to the hairdressers. Mom had got her hair cut real super short. It took me awhile to get used to. I’d never seen her with short hair. I guess I stared a lot at it, getting used to her new look.

After dinner I said, “I guess I like it short, Mom. It makes you look younger and cool.”

Mom smiled at that and kissed my head when she got up from the table.

Wednesday when I got home Mom said, “Let’s go out to eat, okay?”

Well, I was okay with that, for sure.

Mom said, “The diner, or the Tran’s restaurant, or the pizza place?” Those were all the places to eat.

I voted for the Tran’s. I liked the food and I’d get to visit with Mary. When we drove by though, it was real busy, so we went to the diner. Mom wore a stocking cap. She didn’t take it off all evening.

I ate all my dinner. Mom got a to-go box for all the food she didn’t finish. We went out to the truck to head home. Mom turned the key in the ignition. Total silence.

Mom sighed. She looked at me and said as she patted my leg, “Maybe we’ll be walking home.”

There was a light tap on Mom’s window. We looked and there was Jed Johnson. He was around Mom’s age and no relation to Sheriff Johnson. Mom rolled down her window.

Well, this had happened so many times before I knew what they’d say to each other. He’d offer Mom five thousand dollars for the pickup truck as is. Mom would say “How do you have five thousand dollars?”

Jed would say, “It’s easy for a single guy like to me to save money when he doesn’t spend it all on horse. I have you and your late husband to thank for that. Helping me get clean and all.”

I guessed maybe Jed had a horse at one time and not having to feed and house it any more saved him lots of money. I’d rather be poor and have a horse.

As usual, Mom replied, “We were glad to help you. This truck meant a lot to my husband. I don’t think I could get rid of it.”

This was the part where Jed would say “Well, if you ever change your mind, Carol, call me.”

Instead he said, “Damn, I love this truck. It’s a classic, Carol. Tell you what. I’ll pay eight thousand cash plus I have a nice two-door car. Stick shift like you like, and it’s a solid good running car from this century. I’ll throw that in for nothing.”

Mom looked at him, then at me, then straight ahead out the windshield. She chewed her bottom lip and held the steering wheel with both hands. What she did next could not have surprised me more than her new haircut.

Mom stuck her hand out the window and said, “Okay, Jed. You’ve got a deal.”

Jed looked even more surprised than me. He shook Mom’s hand and said, “Well, all right! Damn, Carol, I never thought I’d see the day.”

“Well, there is one condition, Jed.”

Jed looked a little worried and said, “Knew there was a catch.”

“Get the truck started for me so we can get home.”

Jed laughed. Then he walked over and lifted the hood. It was a good thing Mom had parked by the streetlight. I heard his voice say, to no one, “Damn, all original except this battery.” Then he swore under the hood for a little bit.

“Turn the key and give her some gas, Carol,” Jed yelled out.

The truck started up and after a moment he closed the hood. Jed came to the window and said, “How’s first thing in the morning?”

“That’s fine,” said Mom.

We drove off toward home. By the time we pulled in the driveway I was trying as hard as I could to hide that I was crying.

Mom backed in to the driveway, leaving the truck facing toward the road and shut it off. Mom put her hand on my shoulder and I looked away.

“What’s wrong, angel?”

“It’s our last ride ever in the pickup.” And now I was bawling like a stupid little kid.

Mom sounded sort of relieved and said, “Aw, Katy, I bet when Jed’s got her all restored, he’ll give us a ride to the car show in it.”

I turned toward Mom and buried my face in her chest and said, “It’s not the same.”

Mom patted my hair and said, “I know the car he’s giving us, Katy. It’s sweet. It has a sunroof and CD player. It’s got AC, power steering, and power windows. We’ll drive up lots of new good times in it. I’m going to miss the pickup more than you. I have to be practical, angel. Understand?”

I sniffled and nodded my head “Yes”.

“I understand, Mom. I know it’s just a truck. But I’ll miss her.”

Mom put her nose in my hair and said, “I know, angel. I know. I’ll miss her too.”

We sat in the driveway looking through the windshield at the stars. We talked about the good times we’d had in the truck. Then we were getting too cold to stay out in her any longer. We went in the house.

I curled up next to Mom on the couch. Mom twirled her finger in my hair. I thanked her for taking me out to dinner. Then Mom said a strange thing.

“Katy, I know you’ve seen DVD’s and pictures of your Dad. You’ve heard all the family stories about him. I was wondering though, what do you remember about him?”

I snuggled against Mom as I tried my best to remember Dad. I had been so little when he died.

“I don’t remember a real lot,” I started. “I remember he would get on his hands and knees and pretend to be a horse for me.”

Mom smiled and hugged me. “That’s right, angel. I’d forgotten that.”

I said, “I loved when he would rear up like a real horse for me. I remember he’d call me ‘Katy Bug’. I liked when the three of us would hike in the woods, and he’d carry me when I got tired. Mom? Did Dad used to play a guitar and you guys would sing?”

Mom hugged me hard. “Yes. Your father played. We would sing. He taught me how to play one song. It only had two and a half chords. And you would make funny noises while we sang.”

“Do you still have his guitar?”

“Yep. It’s under my bed.”

“Can you show it to me?”

“Sure, but not tonight. It’s getting late.”

“Mom, how come when I was bad he’d say I was your daughter? And now when I’m bad you say I’m just like my father?”

Mom said, “How ‘bout you go brush your teeth and get ready for bed. I’ll be up to tuck you in.”

I got up but started to protest. That got me a light smack on my behind and Mom’s usual, “Get going, Kathleen.”

Mom came up to tuck me in. She listened to my prayers and blessings.

When I was done she said, “Katy, that’s just kind of a thing parents do sometimes. You know, like when you’re bad I say you’re like your dad. The truth is your dad did do some stupid things sometimes. But you are a sweet kid. And that’s when you’re most like your father. He was a very nice man.

“When you hit that boy a few weeks ago, well, that’s when you were most like me. I hated to see the worst of me in you.” Then she kissed me goodnight and went downstairs.

The next morning I said a last goodbye to the pickup truck. Mary came walking up the road to meet me and we walked to the bus stop.

When we came back after school the pickup was gone and a new-to-us car was in the driveway. It was cold out but that didn’t stop me and Mary from walking all around the car checking it out.

The car was a dull jet black. Mary said, “It’s cool, like a gangsta car or something.”

Mom must have seen or heard us outside. She came out with her coat and boots on and said, “Hi girls. What do you say we go for a spin? We can drive you home, Mary.”

Mom unlocked the door without touching the car. I’d seen people do that. Mary was unimpressed since her parents’ cars were new. I thought it was totally awesome.

Me and Mary sat in the back. Mary said, “CD players are old fashioned, every car has blue tooth these days.”

I said, “Well a CD player is okay with me. The truck had something called an eight-track player that didn’t work. Now we can listen to something besides the radio.”

Mom drove up to the highway and we went a good stretch. Then Mom exited and came back to town from the other direction. We stopped at the Tran’s.

Mr and Mrs Tran came out to look at the car.

Mary said, “Mom, can me and Katy play in my room?”

“Yes, that’s fine. And take Lucy with you so I can visit with Carol.” Then she looked at my Mom. “Carol, you come have some soup while the girls play.”

Me, Mary and Lucy went up to the apartment over the restaurant where the Tran’s lived. We went right to Lucy and Mary’s bedroom. We all took our shoes off and jumped on Mary’s bed for a little bit.

Then we talked about the new car for a little bit. Then Mary said, “Hey, Katy, we have time to play, you wanna?”

I said, “Okay, sure.”

Mary got off the bed and reached up under her school skirt and pulled her panties down and off. I did the same but I did it laying on the bed. Mary hopped back on the bed next to me.

Mary said, “Lucy, you can watch but you have to get naked.” We both watched Lucy take off all her clothes. I just loved looking at her tight little body and plump hairless pussy. Then me and Mary began to kiss each other. Lucy jumped on the bed and pulled the back of our skirts up and felt up our behinds.

Mary put her hand on my bare pussy and I did the same to her. We began rubbing each other off. I was sucking Mary’s tongue. Mary had a finger in my pussy. So I did the same to her, wiggling my middle finger into her tight wet pussy hole.

Lucy was lightly spanking my bare ass.

I broke my kiss with Mary so I could turn my head and look at Lucy. With her right hand she was spanking me and her left hand was cupped over her pussy. She was giggling.

The door swung open and Mrs Tran came in and closed it behind her. “Katy, your Mom wants to get going soon so you girls better hurry up and come.”

“Then you better help out, Mom.” Mary calmly said.

Mrs Tran flipped Lucy on to her back and began licking her pussy. Mary got on top of me and we began to sixty nine. I could hear Lucy next to me.

“Yeah, Mommy!” Lucy squealed. “Having a good feel good.”

Mrs Tran said, “Mary, you sit on Katy’s face while I lick her pussy.” Mary started to rub her pussy back and forth on my mouth while I felt Mrs Tran lick my pussy.

Mary pressed her sex down on my mouth. I could taste her pussy goo and she started to moan out, “Yeah! I’m cumming.” as she fucked my face. I kept my tongue stuck out to help her.

Mrs Tran was doing a good job on my pussy and I came hard in her mouth.

Mrs Tran didn’t let us hardly catch our breath.

She sent me across the hall to the bathroom where I washed my hands and face. I came back to the bedroom and Lucy was dressed and Mary lay comfortably on her bed. I put my shoes on.

I reached for my panties. Mrs Tran said, “No time for that.” I got a fast goodbye kiss in with Mary, and Mrs Tran took me by the hand downstairs.

Mom had an empty soup bowl in front of her and was drinking tea.

“Okay, thanks, Grace.” Mom said as she got up and put her coat on. I put on my coat.

Out in the car Mom said, “So, did you have fun?” I sat in the front seat and played with the radio.

Mom didn’t wait for an answer. She pulled out of the parking lot. Even though it had started to snow Mom opened up the sunroof. We were freezing but we left it open all the way home.

Mom pulled in the driveway and she was actually happy. She pressed the button for the sunroof and we watched it close. Then we went in the house.

Mom made me some dinner. While I ate, the phone rang.

Mom picked it up and said, “Hi, Grace. Thanks again for the soup, it really hit the spot.”

Mom listened then and finally said, “Yeah, well I had a feeling since you were up there so long. Yeah… that would be nice sometime. Huh? Yeah, I guess Jean and Siobhan could join all of us now. Okay, Grace, you too, bye,” and Mom hung the phone up.

Me and Mom cleaned up the kitchen and went to the living room.

Then we sat on the couch. “You were listening to me on the phone. What do you think, Katy? Would you like that, me and you and Siobhan and her mom and Mary and her mom and little sister, all of us having fun together with no clothes on?”

Just the thought of it was making me breath hard. “Yeah, Mom, that would be awesome, but we’d have a girl too many.”

“Maybe Aunt Billie could join us too.” Mom said.

“That’s a great idea. When, Mom?”

“Oh, sometime when it all works out for everyone’s schedule I guess.”

Mom put her hand on my thigh. She moved her hand up under my skirt. Her finger touched my bare pussy and she smiled.

“So you did have fun in Mary’s room, huh?” Mom asked me.

I didn’t mean to giggle but I did. “Yeah. I guess did.”

“Want some more fun, angel?”

“Okay.”

Mom lifted my skirt up. She lay me on my back on the couch and began to kiss and lick my pussy. She licked my butt hole also. Then she worked my pussy with her tongue till I couldn’t hardly stand it. I had my second come, my big come, and then I just lay there while she kissed my thighs and then my face and mouth.

After I rested awhile I asked Mom if she wanted me to lick her now.

Mom held me a long time before she sighed and said, “Thanks, not tonight, Angel. Time to get ready for bed.”

When Mom tucked me in I said, “Me and Mary are sure lucky to have moms like you and Mrs Tran.”

“Well, I guess me and Grace are pretty lucky too.” Mom kissed me and went downstairs.

Friday went by fast. The only thing special about it was on the way to school Mary handed me my panties from the other day when I was in her room.

“My mom washed them, Katy. But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t mind helping you get them all sticky again.” Mary laughed after she said that, but she gave me a fast kiss on the mouth.

I felt funny having my panties in my school bag all day. Well, I didn’t have them all day. After lunch Mary took me aside. She looked around. We were in a spot nobody went to.

Mary lifted her skirt up. I was looking at her bare pussy.

Mary innocently said, “Oh, I guess I forgot to put my panties on this morning. Could I please borrow the ones I gave you this morning?”

Without saying anything, ’cause my mouth was hanging open, I reached in my book bag and gave her the panties. Mary slipped them on like it was the most common thing to do.

Seeing Mary’s pussy right in school like that gave me dirty thoughts all day. Then to top it all off, when she walked me home after school she… Well, she took the panties back off, right in my driveway.

“Thanks for loaning these to me today.” Mary said as she handed my panties back to me. Then she kissed me and made sure I moved my hands under her skirt to feel her bare ass.

Then she said goodbye, and made sure to pull her skirt up high to give me a goodbye look at her pussy and ass as she left.

When I went to my room to put on my play clothes I had to masturbate. The thought of Mary not wearing any panties, seeing her bare ass and pussy briefly right outside in my driveway, I came trying to picture Mary walking around outside bare naked for me.

That night, me and Mom just went to bed early.

Saturday, me and Mom were both up early. We had breakfast. We took a shower together. That was fun. But we didn’t really do anything except wash each other’s backs and kiss some after we were dried off.

We headed off to the farmers’ market in Mom’s new car. She brought a CD and we were playing it on the way there.

What happened at the farmers’ market that morning was the weirdest coolest thing ever.

Continue on to Chapter 27

 

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