Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Amanda Lynn

“So, as we saw from the video, King Tutankhamun or King Tut if you will, was an Egyptian Pharaoh who reigned from 1332 to 1323 BC during the 18th dynasty…”

Jessica followed the movements of her teacher as she crossed the distance from her desk to the chalkboard. The class had just finished watching a short film on the ‘Boy King’ and now their history teacher was preparing to scribble notes on the blackboard.

Thirty-year-old Jill Lessel, blonde-haired and blue-eyed, trim and fit, usually caught the attention of the teenage boys in her class. The clothes she wore, be it a simple skirt and blouse or a stylish pantsuit, were always school appropriate yet still complimented her figure and made her look sexy.

The boys weren’t the only ones who ogled her body as she moved about the front of the class. Fifteen-year-old Jessica Taylor also had succumbed to her beauty while in her presence. The difference between her and the boys, though, was that her thoughts were of sweet, gentle, romantic liaisons with her teacher, not the disgusting porn movie fuck scenes that the boys imagined.

Jessica smiled when Ms. Lessel began to write on the board. Not because of the notes she would have to take down, but because the sexy woman was wearing a snug pair of slacks. Jessica liked it when she wore slacks, simple because when she wrote on the board her perfect ass would wiggle, and the pants made it that much more erotic. Well, at least to Jessica it did.

“Who can tell me in which Kingdom Tut reigned?” Ms. Lessel asked the class.

“The Egyptian Kingdom,” someone called out near the back of the room, causing the other students to break into laughter.

Jill looked at the class. Corner of her mouth raised and brow furrowed. Damn, she looked so cute. “No, Steven. Not the Egyptian Kingdom. Let me rephrase the question. In which period of Egyptian history did King Tut reign?”

Jessica knew the answer. Her eyes might be focused on Ms. Lessel’s legs or butt or perfect smile during her classes, but she still absorbed all of what the woman taught. Maybe to impress her, but also because she enjoyed the subject matter, Jessica used to put her hand up to answer all the time — then often would be rewarded with teasing calls of teacher’s pet or brainiac or some similar taunt.

Jill looked around the room for several moments. When no one raised their hand, she looked at Jessica. “Jess, can you help the class out?”

Jessica cringed, waiting for a snide remark from someone. When none seemed to be forthcoming she replied in a timid voice, her eyes meeting Ms. Lessel’s, “The New Kingdom.”

“Correct. Nice to see someone was paying attention,” Jill said as she lightly touched Jessica’s shoulder before turning and walking back to the front of the class.

Jessica shuddered. The touch had been electric. A little thrill of excitement had shot through her, right down to her core. She suppressed her moan thinking just how much she wanted Ms. Lessel to touch her again, to touch her all over.

Absently she scissored her legs and squeezed them together as she felt the heat rise in her face. She looked up at Ms. Lessel, and found she was looking back with a strange grin on her face. Her eyes seemed to sparkle just then. Oh, god. Did she see what I did? Jessica thought. Her face reddened even more.

For the rest of the class, she couldn’t look at Ms. Lessel’s face for fear of further embarrassment. She watched the board, or her notebook, or her teacher’s legs, her long gorgeous legs. Finally, the buzzer rang and Jessica, along with the rest of the class, scrambled from their seats.

“Don’t forget,” Jill called out. “Quiz tomorrow. Chapters five through seven.”

She was answered with grunts and groans and muffled curses. Jessica wasn’t worried, she would ace it. She always did. Jessica gave Ms. Lessel a quick look and a meek smile as she passed her desk on the way to the door.

“See you tomorrow, Jess. Have a pleasant evening.” Jill said in what seemed to Jessica to be a flirtatious voice.

“Bye,” was all she could manage to say as she hurried out the door. Well, it had been more of a squeak really, and her face burned once more.

Her head was spinning. Was Ms. Lessel flirting with her? Was that possible? No. She’d imagined it. She had to have, right? Regardless, her sex was wide awake to the possibility, and it wanted attention now.

“What was that all about?” A voice to her right said.

Jessica jumped at the sound, almost dropping the books she was carrying.

“Shit, Sam, you scared me!” She frowned at her friend Samantha, Sam for short. “What did you say?”

“I asked you what that was all about?”

“What was what all about?” Jessica asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Jess, please,” Sam giggled. “You turned fifty shades of horny when she touched you.”

Jessica gave her a dirty look, and once again she felt the all too familiar heat in her face. Damn it to hell! She cursed herself.

“Exactly like that.” Sam pointed at her.

“It’ll never happen, you know,” she added after they’d walked a few feet down the hall.

“What won’t?” Jessica played dumb, hoping Sam would drop it.

“You and Ms. Lessel, dumb ass,” Sam teased. “She’s twice your age and she’s your teacher, for fuck sake. The only thing that would happen is heartbreak and humiliation for you, and prison for her,” her friend finished in a more serious tone.

Jessica stopped and studied Sam’s face. She was right. Jessica was just kidding herself if she thought anything good could come out of a relationship with Ms. Lessel. Actually, she didn’t know if Ms. Lessel was at all interested in her or even if she was interested in girls. But that wasn’t going to change the way Jessica felt when she was in Ms. Lessel’s classroom.

She sighed. “I know… but you have to admit she’s so gorgeous,” Jessica said as a smile returned to her face.

Sam groaned, rolling her eyes. “Yes Jess, she’s gorgeous. Now would you please forget about anything ever happening between you two?”

“Okay. Okay. I’ll keep my fantasies of her to my bedroom,” Jessica said with a sly grin.

“Fuck, Jess,” Sam replied with a chuckle, “I don’t need to know that!”

The buzzer rang, and the two girls headed into their next class.

*****

When Jessica arrived home after school, she found the front door locked as she knew it would be. Her parents were at work, and she didn’t expect them home for a couple of hours yet. Unlocking the door, she headed inside and secured it behind her. There were a few household chores that she was expected to do before her parents got home, but they were quick and simple tasks, so she knew she had time to take care of the ache that was between her legs first.

Heading upstairs to her bedroom she quickly pulled off her jeans and shirt. Jessica stood in front of the mirror and removed her bra and panties. She looked at her reflection and cupped her breasts. They were small and capped with pink nipples that were now rapidly stiffening at the playful touch of her fingers.

Her belly was flat and her legs strong, thanks mostly to the soccer and floor hockey teams she was on. Sam had been right. She had been all sorts of horny in history class, and it didn’t seem to have gone away. She had seen Ms. Lessel in the hall a couple of times after her history class, and she could have sworn she had seen her lick her lips as they passed.

Jessica moaned as she pushed her hand down through her trimmed bush and onto her sex. She was wet, no, she was soaked. She watched herself slide a finger through the slick folds of her labia only to have it disappear from sight as it plunged into her core. She twitched and grunted. Spreading her legs a little more, she pulled the finger out and brought it to her mouth. Slowly she sucked it clean, watching herself in the mirror.

“You’re such a dirty girl,” she said to her reflection. The reflection winked and gave her a naughty smile.

Moving to the side of her bed, Jessica sat down. Opening the bottom drawer of her nightstand, she reached into the back and from under some clutter pulled out a battery-powered toothbrush. Sam had told her about this trick during a sleepover a few months ago when their conversation had turned to masturbation and sex toys.

She set the toothbrush on the nightstand, then stretched out on the bed, her head on the pillow. Jessica pinched at her nipples, twisting and pulling them. She sighed contentedly while images of her sexy history teacher played in her mind. Jessica pictured Ms. Lessel, Jill, in class at the chalkboard, her cute ass wiggling as she wrote.

She imagined Jill turning to face her, the only person in the class, and then slowly unbutton her blouse and push it off her shoulders.

Jessica moaned and moved one hand to her belly. She could feel the warmth of her skin as she caressed herself.

In her imagination, Jill had removed her pants and stood there, only feet from Jessica, in saucy red lingerie. She stared at Jessica with smoldering eyes as she licked her lips.

Jessica was beginning to pant, and she felt the heat in her face, across her chest, and between her legs. Her hand moved to her clit. It was swollen, and throbbed under her touch. She rubbed it with her finger in small, slow circles. She twitched and quivered while deep inside she felt the stirring of a developing storm.

Jill was beside her, in her mind’s eye, bent slightly at the waist and stroking her face with the back of her hand.

Jessica pushed her fingers through her silky-smooth folds and played with her lips, pulling at them, before slipping two fingers into her core. Pushing in as deep as she could, she pulled back only to drive her fingers in again. Jessica groaned and bucked as she fucked herself, the tempest in her belly growing stronger.

In her fantasy, Jessica was now naked and standing in front of her hot sexy teacher. Jill was touching her, fingering Jessica’s soaked cunt.

Jessica fumbled for her toothbrush. As soon as she found it, she turned it on and touched its smooth head to her hypersensitive clit. She bucked and sucked in sharply at the contact. Jessica held the vibrating head in place as the jolts of electricity flashed along every nerve in her body. She was breathing hard, gasping for air. Her bedroom was filled with the buzz of her makeshift vibrator along with her moans and curses as she approached orgasm.

Jill was now fingering her feverishly in her imagination, talking dirty and nibbling her ear.

“Fuck me, Jill! Fuck me!” Jessica screamed as the orgasm tore through her. She stiffened and arched her back off the bed. Jessica shook and twitched as she was swept away by the sweet ecstasy that washed over her.

The girl lay still with her eyes closed as the last of the aftershocks faded away. When her breathing returned to normal, she reached for the toothbrush that lay buzzing somewhere beside her. It had rolled under her leg after she dropped it during her orgasm.

“Oh, Jill,’’ she murmured softly.

She was doomed, she told herself, to spend the rest of her school days creaming her jeans every time she was near Ms. Lessel. She could look but never touch. Maybe she could live with that. Hell, it was only another three years until she finished high school. Jessica groaned at the idea and forced herself to get up. A quick shower, then chores and homework.

*****

“So? How was it?” Sam asked mischievously, plopping down on the seat beside Jessica.

Jessica looked at her friend as the school bus lurched away from the curb. “How was what?”

“The Lessel-flavored orgasm I just know you had yesterday,” she said as she poked her in the ribs.

Jessica flinched. “Absolutely awesome. Do you want the details?” she shot back with a grin.

“Hell no!” Sam laughed.

For the rest of the ride to school, they chatted and carried on. When the bus stopped in front of the school, they got off and headed inside to their lockers.

“Double history today, Jess. Are you going to be able to control yourself that long?” Sam goaded her friend after she looked at the schedule that was taped to the inside of her locker door.

“Well, if I can’t, you can relieve that itch for me.” Jessica waggled her eyebrows at Sam as she took the books she needed and closed her locker.

“You should only be so lucky,” Sam snorted.

“This from the straight chick,” Jessica laughed.

Jessica was glad that the double history periods were divided by their lunch break. She wasn’t sure if she could last a full eighty minutes in the same room as Ms. Lessel. Jessica was already in her seat, and smiled when her teacher entered the room.

Jill was wearing a tight sweater that emphasized her small, perfectly shaped breasts and a skirt that showed off her sexy legs. Jessica sighed softly and felt the heat in her groin grow. It’s going to be a long class, she thought. Thankfully she had a quiz to focus on for most of this period.

“Deep breaths, tiger. You can do this,” Sam whispered with a giggle from her seat in the row next to hers.

“Bite me.”

“Good morning all. Let’s get the painful part over with first, shall we? Everything off your desks, save a pen or pencil and eraser,” Jill said. Once she was satisfied that everyone was ready, she handed out the test papers.

As Jessica had expected, the quiz was a no-brainer for anyone who had bothered to read the chapters. She knew she had aced it and she could have handed in the paper and left the room, as was the standard practice when tests and quizzes were being taken. Instead, she opted to review her answers several times. Well, she gave the appearance of doing that. In reality, it was just an excuse to stay in the classroom a little longer and steal more glances of her oh so sexy teacher.

Ms. Lessel was sitting at her desk at the front of the class, busy working on a small stack of papers that lay in front of her. Jessica took the opportunity to look down at the large opening in the front of the desk and to Ms. Lessel’s long legs. They were crossed at the ankle and gently angled away from her chair. Jessica’s view was partially blocked by the desk, and she could only clearly see Ms. Lessel’s knees, calves, and feet, but that was okay. She traced the lines of her legs up and down, admiring everything about them.

Naughty thoughts were beginning to form in her mind. Her lips were dry, and she licked them. As she watched, Ms. Lessel uncrossed and then slowly spread her legs apart, wide. Jessica swallowed, cursing the desk for blocking her view. But then a bolt of fear shot through her. How long had she been staring? Was it a coincidence, or did the teacher spread her legs on purpose, for her?

She glanced up at Ms. Lessel and their eyes met. Jill was staring back at her, with that strange smile on her face again, the one that Jessica couldn’t quite read.

Jessica found herself frozen, unable to draw her eyes away from her teacher’s. Could she read what was on her mind? Was the expression on her face betraying what she felt inside? Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she could feel the heat rising. Jessica felt nervous, excited, even a bit scared. She could feel the arousal oozing from her.

She smiled meekly, then tore her gaze away from Ms. Lessel’s brilliant blue eyes and focused on the quiz paper in front of her. Jessica took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. When she was ready, she collected her books and stood up, but had to place a hand on her desk as her legs wobbled for a second. She approached Ms. Lessel’s desk, trying to avoid eye contact, and gave her the completed quiz.

“Thanks, Jess. See you next period,” Jill said sweetly.

Not trusting her voice, Jessica just nodded. She wanted to run from the room and scream. She was so incredibly turned on right now. Jessica turned and headed for the door, each step an effort, and it seemed as if the door was moving farther away with every step she took. Finally, the doorknob was in her hand, and she yanked the door open and stepped into the hall.

Jessica leaned with her back against the wall. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Get a grip on yourself, Jess. In control once again, she dropped her books off at her locker and headed for the bathroom.

Seated on a toilet, she relieved her bladder and wiped herself. Her clit was still begging for attention, and it reminded her of that when she brushed against it while wiping. She would just have to ignore that until she got home… or would she? Sitting in the silence of the bathroom, she looked at her watch and saw that she had about 15 minutes before the buzzer rang for lunch. Do I dare? Jessica giggled.

She hesitated briefly, then wet two fingers with her mouth, touched them to her sex, and began to rub. A soft moan escaped her as she increased the tempo of her moving fingers. Jessica was breathing harder now, and the pressure was building deep inside. Leaning back against the toilet tank, she spread her legs the best she could, her surroundings faded away.

It was getting closer and closer. Jolts of pleasure were racing up and down her spine. The thrill of getting off in the girls’ room and the possibility of getting caught only added to the excitement. Only a few wonderful minutes later it took her. Jessica had to bite down on her fist to keep from screaming. She jerked and twitched and whimpered as the orgasm washed over her.

As the exquisite pleasure faded away, she waited until her breathing slowed. Wiping herself again, she stood, pulled up her pants and flushed. Jessica jumped when she opened the door to the stall. Leaning against the counter, ankles crossed and arms folded across her chest, Sam was looking at her with an eyebrow raised and a wide grin on her face.

“Damn, girl! Couldn’t you wait until after school?” she said with a giggle.

“How long… how much… I mean…” Jessica stammered. She was a bit embarrassed that she had been caught, but it also sent a little wave of excitement through her.

“Enough. Maybe next time you should lock the door.” Sam pointed at the deadbolt lock. “But hey, don’t sweat it. You’re not the first girl to Jill off.” Sam chuckled, “See what I did there? Jill off? You know, Jill…”

“I get it. Very funny,” Jess snorted. “And just how do you know that other girls are doing it too?”

“Same way I know you were. Now, come on, it’s almost lunch time, but wash your hands first. You smell like pussy.”

Jessica gave Sam a playful punch to the shoulder, then washed her hands before they left the bathroom. As they stepped into the hall, the buzzer sounded, and the once empty corridor was soon filled with a multitude of students heading for their lockers, the cafeteria, or outside.

After they finished lunch, Jessica and Samantha made their way back to the classroom for their second history period. They were early, and they passed the time with idle chit-chat.

“By the way,” Sam said. “I won’t be able to go to the dance Friday night.”

“Oh? How come?” Jessica asked, feeling a bit disappointed. She wanted to go, but only if Sam was going. It wasn’t like she wouldn’t have a good time or anything. It just would have been more fun with her best friend there.

“Davy’s birthday. Mom wants the family to go for supper and then a movie.”

“Oh, well. There’s always the next dance I guess,” Jess said with a sigh.

“Nothing’s stopping you from going,” Sam said, sensing her friend’s disappointment.

“Yeah, I know. But it’s just not the same.”

Sam chuckled, “Just think. Without me there, some pretty girl might take pity and you could get lucky. Maybe even Becky Wilson.” Sam leaned in to whisper the name of the school’s prissy head cheerleader.

Jessica shot her a dirty look. “I wouldn’t give that arrogant bitch, or the rest of the airhead cheerleaders, the time of day!” she growled.

Sam laughed out loud. “Relax Jess, I was kidding.”

“Fine. Besides, what makes you think I need a pity fuck anyway?” Jessica questioned her friend with a hushed voice.

“Really, Jess? Do I need remind you of the bathroom?”

Before she had a chance to respond, Jill entered the room, her arms full of books and papers. Somehow, she also managed to carry a cup of coffee. When she reached her desk, it quickly became apparent that she couldn’t unload her arms without either spilling the coffee or dropping the papers she was carrying.

After a couple of aborted attempts, she looked over at Jessica. “Jess, would you be a dear and give me a hand here?”

Jessica swallowed hard. Snap out of it you silly twit. You can do this, she said to herself.

“Go on, Jess. Your damsel in distress awaits,” Sam whispered.

She looked over at Sam and shot her a dirty look, then got up and made her way to the desk. Jessica just stood there not quite knowing what she should do.

“If you could take my coffee for me, that would be great. Careful, it’s hot.”

“Huh? Coffee, of course,” she stammered then reached for the cup. For just a moment their fingers touched as she eased the cup from her teacher’s hand. Jessica willed herself to keep from shaking as she lowered the steaming cup of coffee to the desk.

After Jill set the pile of books and paper safely on the desk, she looked up and smiled at Jessica. Again, their eyes met, and Jessica felt the butterflies take flight in her stomach. Then she felt Ms. Lessel’s hand touch hers. Her thumb gently caressed Jessica’s knuckles and time seemed to stop.

“Thanks, sweetie. You’re a lifesaver,” Jill said in a low voice that sounded all too seductive to Jessica.

Jessica just stood there staring into the woman’s eyes. She knew she should say something but words wouldn’t come. She was completely lost in the moment.

“Jessica? Are you okay?” Jill asked.

Hearing her name, she was brought back to the here and now. “Huh? Yeah. Sorry. Umm… you’re welcome.” She gave Ms. Lessel a smile then headed back to her desk feeling like a fool. You idiot! she thought to herself.

As she sat, the buzzer sounded, and the rest of her classmates wandered in and took their seats. Ms. Lessel instructed the class to read the next couple of chapters while she finished marking the quizzes, then they would go over them together.

Jessica looked at the words on the pages of her textbook, but she didn’t see them. She was thinking about their fingers touching around the coffee cup, about her thumb caressing Jessica’s hand. Was the woman flirting with her or not? Did she dare hope?

Her daydream was interrupted by a test paper being placed on the book in front of her. A large 100% and a smiley face in red ink topped the first page.

“Good job, Jess,” Jill said before she moved down the aisle.

When Jessica turned the page of the test paper, her eyes widened and her heart skipped a beat. In the center of the page, on a yellow sticky, she saw a handwritten note. Hope to see you at the dance, it read, and was signed with a single capital J and a little heart and smiley face.

Jessica quickly pulled the note off the page and shoved it in her pocket, hoping Sam hadn’t noticed. Ms. Lessel passed by her again, and Jessica stiffened as she felt fingertips subtly brush against her arm.

For the rest of the class, Jessica just watched dreamily as Ms. Lessel reviewed the quiz. When the buzzer sounded, she didn’t make any effort to move and was rewarded with a swat to the back of her shoulder.

“Come on, Jess. Get your head out of the clouds,” Sam coaxed.

Jessica grunted then gathered her stuff. She returned the smile that Ms. Lessel gave her as she followed Sam out of the room.

Continue on to Chapter 2

By No One

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“Ugh, fine,” Nettie grudgingly relented. The girls wanted to put on some silly Disney movie, and for some reason, Chloe was insisting that she watch it with them.

Letting out a long theatrical sigh for good measure, Nettie plopped down on the couch next to Chloe while Alex took up the smaller armchair. She supposed it could pass the time, at least. She had her own ideas of how to do that, but the more interesting ones would have to wait until her mom left the house later on.

Chloe gave her a happy smile and Nettie couldn’t help but return it, even if she’d just let herself get roped into sitting through some stupid kiddie flick. After more or less ignoring her sister’s friend for years, she’d grown quite fond of the young girl in the past few weeks. Not just because of the sex, either — though admittedly, that was a big part of it — but because Chloe was simply fun to be around.

“Haven’t you seen this already?” Nettie asked as the movie started. It looked suspiciously familiar to her.

“So? It’s good,” Alex countered.

“If you say so,” Nettie muttered, which earned her a mock punch on the thigh from Chloe. The girl let her hand linger on Nettie’s leg longer than necessary, though, her fingers wandering suggestively for a few seconds on the bare skin just below her shorts.

An excited tingle immediately began to spread through Nettie’s body. It rarely took much to get her turned on, but it seemed like Chloe was especially gifted at making her horny, and this time was no exception. If there wasn’t the risk of her mother walking into the room at any moment, she’d be very tempted to push the young girl down on the couch and have her way with her right then, whether her sister was watching or not. There wasn’t much that Alex hadn’t already seen them doing, anyway.

Restraining herself, she glanced at Chloe instead and found her looking back. She pursed her lips in an air kiss and the girl sent one back with a grin. It sucked that they couldn’t do more, not until the coast was clear, in any case.

Nettie had not foreseen that this preteen girl would become a regular sex partner. The whole thing had started because she’d been horny and caught Chloe checking her out. Very curious about how interested the young girl actually was, she’d then made an impulsive, rash attempt at seduction. She had half-expected her sister’s friend to be too timid to respond the way she wanted, but little Chloe had turned out to be surprisingly naughty. And Nettie had found that she liked naughty little girls very much.

What had started out simply as an afternoon’s distraction had quickly become much more. It was a bit of a revelation for Nettie, who was stunned to realize how hot it made her to initiate young Chloe — who was very much the quick learner — into the pleasures of lesbian sex. So much so that she now wanted to repeat the experience at every opportunity. Nettie wasn’t quite sure what to call their relationship, exactly, but she knew for a fact that she was enjoying the hell out of it.

She tried to concentrate on what was happening on the screen, because this line of thought only made things worse. It was already a kind of torture, sitting next to Chloe without touching her. At least that island girl in the movie was pretty cute.

Some time later, her mom walked in, dressed for her evening out. She raised an eyebrow at the sight of Nettie watching a cartoon with the kids but, thankfully, didn’t comment.

“Well girls, I’m off. I’ll probably be home late, so don’t wait up. Nettie, can you make sure your sister is in bed by eleven?” she asked, her tone implying that Nettie couldn’t be trusted with such a simple task. She was probably right, too.

“Sure,” Nettie replied pleasantly enough. It wasn’t worth arguing over. In truth, Alex could well go to bed at whatever time she wanted, as long as it was before their mom got back so that Nettie wouldn’t get blamed.

After a suspicious look towards Nettie — the usual response whenever she behaved in a helpful way — her mom gave a hug to Alex, then left the room. Her high heels could be heard echoing in the foyer. Just as soon as the front door closed, Chloe scooched closer to where Nettie sat.

Amused, Nettie put her arm around the younger girl. Glancing at Alex, she caught her little sister rolling her eyes at them, but decided to ignore her. She took out her phone for a quick look at the time, and was surprised to find she’d been sitting there for more than an hour. She supposed the movie wasn’t that bad, after all. It would’ve been a lot better without the cheesy songs, though.

“Oh, yeah, that reminds me,” Chloe said, taking out her own phone. “I got some pics for you,” she continued, with a hint of a mischievous smile.

Nettie liked that smile on her. It usually meant something fun was about to happen. “Pics, huh? What, from the mall?”

“Uh-huh. Tried on some outfits. I thought you’d like this one.” Chloe finished tapping on her phone and handed it over.

Taking a look, Nettie grinned when she saw the picture of Chloe in a sexy black tank top and matching skirt. Zooming in for a closer view, she took in the girl’s sultry look, the way the garment hugged her young curves so closely, the exposed belly. TEASE, the top said in pink letters. Chloe certainly looked the part. “Daaamn. Looking good there. Did you buy it?”

Chloe sighed. “No. I don’t have the money, and my mom would kill me.”

“Too bad. I’d love to see you in it… then take it off you,” Nettie murmured, her lips brushing Chloe’s ear.

“That’s what I was thinking!” The girl giggled. “Look, there’s more.”

Nettie flicked her thumb on the screen, cycling through a few more pictures of Chloe showing off her outfit from various angles. The photos then got more daring, with Chloe deliberately pulling aside her clothing to flaunt her assets.

“Mmm, sexy girl,” Nettie praised the display. This was certainly getting her blood pumping. “Holy shit!” she suddenly exclaimed when she reached the next picture, one in which Chloe was completely topless, smiling seductively while cupping her breasts with both hands.

Nettie stared at the young girl next to her in disbelief. She already knew Chloe had become quite the bold young girl in the past few weeks, but finding something like that on her phone was still one hell of a shock. Now she wondered if she would be getting the full striptease in the remaining photos.

A delighted Chloe laughed at her surprise. “You like?” she teased.

“Fuck, yes.” Nettie joined in the laughter. “You’re an even bigger tease without the top.” She frowned then, realizing belatedly that someone had to be holding the camera. “Wait a minute. Who’s…” Looking up, she raised an eyebrow at her younger sister. “Alex? Did you take these?”

Her sister suddenly turned a bright shade of red. “Uh… she insisted.”

Chloe snorted. “Did not! The way I remember, you were pretty okay with it.”

Alex made a face as her only reply, but she did seem to blush even harder.

“Wow.” Nettie shook her head incredulously, seeing her little sister in a new light. She couldn’t believe that goody-two-shoes Alex had gone along with something like this. Maybe Chloe was becoming a bad influence.

Wondering just how wild Chloe could get, Nettie continued to flick through the pictures. “So, do I get the full show?” Sadly, there were only two more photos of Chloe topless, in a similar pose. “Aww, I guess not.”

“We had to leave ‘cause we were late to meet up with your mom,” Chloe explained. “But if you want to see me naked…” she added, trailing off suggestively.

Nettie certainly liked where this was going. “Might have to take you up on that,” she said in a low tone, toying with the hem of Chloe’s t-shirt.

The girl turned towards her, grinning and spreading her arms invitingly. “All yours,” she said as if expecting Nettie to start undressing her right there.

Though that was a tempting idea, and despite her own thoughts in that direction earlier, Nettie figured they might as well take a few steps and get some privacy. “Let’s go to my room,” she murmured into Chloe’s ear.

“If you want,” the younger girl agreed, seemingly indifferent to where they did it.

They both got up and moved towards Nettie’s room, Chloe pausing to whisper something to Alex in passing. Probably making up some excuse, Nettie supposed, though her sister had to know what they were up to. In any case, Alex would have to finish watching her movie alone.

Nettie waited at the door to her room to let Chloe enter first, but the girl eagerly pushed her in and onto the bed. “In a hurry, are we?” she asked, chuckling.

“I’m so fucking horny,” Chloe answered huskily, climbing onto the bed and straddling Nettie’s legs.

Nettie’s lust immediately burned hotter. It seemed a silly thing, but it never failed to turn her on when Chloe swore or talked dirty. The little tease had learned that lesson very well.

Nettie urgently pressed her lips to Chloe’s, quickly followed by a thrust of the tongue into the young girl’s mouth. Squeezed tightly together, they shared a hungry kiss, while Chloe’s hands were already at work slipping under Nettie’s shirt, caressing her bare back.

When they had to come up for air, Nettie let an enthusiastic Chloe pull her shirt off, exposing her small breasts. She rarely bothered to wear a bra when she stayed at home. “Guess you got all turned on taking those dirty pictures, huh?” she asked, amused and excited by the girl’s eagerness.

Chloe leaned in to take one nipple in her mouth, making Nettie gasp with sudden pleasure. “Mmm-hmm,” she replied indistinctly as she teased the hardening bud with her tongue. “That and… other things,” she added, flashing a cryptic smile as she switched to the other breast.

“Other things?” Nettie wondered in a half-moan.

“Maybe you’ll see… later.” Chloe straightened and pulled off her own shirt.

“Fine. Be all mysterious.” Nettie did have more pressing things on her mind, such as kissing Chloe’s lips, her neck, sucking on her earlobe, reaching behind to unhook her bra.

Shrugging out of the bra and flinging it to one side, Chloe then pushed Nettie down onto the mattress, mouths meeting once again as their tits pressed together in a most delicious way. While their tongues engaged in a passionate duel, Chloe reached between them to undo Nettie’s shorts.

It seemed like the girl wanted to get to the point sooner rather than later, and that suited Nettie just fine. She hooked her thumbs into her shorts and panties and, once Chloe had shifted to give her room, pushed them down her legs and off. Now, she was completely naked.

Desire flashed in Chloe’s eyes as she took in the sight, then an instant later, their lips met again, tongues ready to dance once more. As they kissed, Nettie felt Chloe’s hand trailing up her thigh until it reached the juncture of her legs, then a finger slid between her slippery pussy lips, making her sigh into her young lover’s mouth.

Breaking the kiss, Chloe peered into Nettie’s eyes as she pushed a finger deep inside her, starting a slow back-and-forth motion. Then she quickened the pace for a moment, thrusting in and out until Nettie was wide-eyed and panting for breath. Finally, she sat up, taking care not to interrupt her fingering, and awkwardly used her other hand to take off her shorts and panties.

Nettie wasn’t going to judge her coordination, though, not when the girl was making her feel so damn good. She watched Chloe toss the last of her clothes to the floor, then take off her glasses and drop them a little carelessly on the other side of the bed. Lying down between Nettie’s legs and holding her gaze, the cheeky girl slowly, very slowly, extended her tongue, clearly taking pleasure in making her anticipate the moment of contact.

“Ah! God, yes!” Nettie cried, once Chloe’s tongue finally reached her clit and gave it a big lick. Sometimes she wondered if she’d taught the young girl a little too well.

Thankfully, Chloe gave up on teasing and started lapping at Nettie’s pleasure nub with vigor, sending delightful ripples throughout her body. After a moment, she took a quick break from her tonguing to shift onto her side. “Lick me too,” she urged, spreading her legs.

Nettie chuckled. The girl certainly knew what she wanted. “At your service,” she said with a playful bow, slowly turning around into a sideways 69 position while carefully maintaining contact with Chloe’s wonderful tongue and finger.

She was happy to find Chloe’s little pussy already soaking wet. There was even a small damp spot on the bed in the place where the young girl had been lying. Lured by the tempting view, Nettie wasted no time getting a taste of Chloe’s arousal, pushing her tongue between the juicy nether lips and leisurely exploring her sex.

“Mmm,” Chloe moaned softly, momentarily forgetting the delicious things she’d been doing on her end.

Nettie didn’t mind, though, taking it as a compliment to her oral skills. Then it was her turn to moan into Chloe’s pussy when the younger girl suddenly resumed her ministrations with redoubled enthusiasm. She felt a second finger being inserted into her sex while Chloe’s tongue flicked rapidly and blissfully over her clitoris.

Striving to give as good as she got, Nettie was now fingering her partner as well, while alternately sucking and licking her clit. It was becoming difficult to concentrate on the task, though, what with the overwhelming pleasure flooding her mind. She was fairly certain that Chloe would succeed in pushing her over the finish line first — the girl had initiated their lovemaking, after all.

Nettie persisted with her tongue action as best she could, but soon found herself unable to hold on anymore. “Oh God, fuck!” she cried out as all the pent-up tension inside her came crashing down in a glorious explosion of ecstasy. She squeezed her eyes shut, riding the waves of her orgasm, while Chloe did her best to make the experience last as long as possible. Finally, Nettie went limp and lay panting, her head resting on Chloe’s thigh.

After a moment to catch her breath, a hand began insistently pinching her ass. “Hey, I think you left a certain job unfinished,“ Chloe reminded her, in a tone more playful than actually impatient.

Nettie chuckled. “Yeah, yeah. Getting to it,” she muttered with exaggerated laziness. Opening her eyes, she found Chloe’s inviting pussy still inches from her face and smiled. This was one “job” she was sure to enjoy.

She let her tongue trail across the young girl’s inner thigh, tracing a wet path up to her sex. She felt Chloe twitch as she made contact with her slit, then started licking in earnest. Without interrupting her movements, she nudged the girl onto her back. One of Chloe’s feet slipped off the bed, spreading her legs wider and allowing better access.

Nettie devoured her partner’s pussy, encouraged by her little moans, delighted by the taste of her nectar. She could hear Chloe breathing harder now, and knew her own skillful mouth would get the young girl coming in no time. Chloe had been in such haste before that there seemed to be no reason to make things last now. Maybe Nettie would take more time with the next orgasm. And there will sure as hell be another, she told herself.

She knew that Chloe had just about reached her limit when she felt the girl’s hand on the back of her head, fingers tangling in her short hair. “Yes, yes… Nettie, yes!” Chloe cried out, pushing Nettie’s face against her sex as her body thrashed around.

Nettie smiled inwardly. She didn’t really need the assistance, but the young girl’s eagerness definitely got her motor humming. She kept up her tongue work until the pressure from Chloe’s hand eased off and her erratic movements subsided.

Straightening up, Nettie studied her little sex partner, who was catching her breath with a satisfied smile on her lips. “Well, job’s done!” she announced, plopping herself down on the pillows next to Chloe.

The girl laughed. “Mmm, and very well done, too.” She slowly sat up, reached out for her glasses and put them on, then turned towards Nettie, flashing an enigmatic smile.

“You look pretty pleased with yourself,” Nettie noted. She had certainly enjoyed Chloe’s attentions, but now it felt like it was something else on the girl’s mind.

“Uh-huh,” Chloe agreed without elaborating. Instead, she inclined her head slightly towards her right, looking sideways, then back to Nettie, then repeating the motion when that didn’t get a reaction.

Nettie raised a puzzled eyebrow. What is she up to? she wondered, until she glanced past Chloe’s right shoulder.

She saw the door to her bedroom left ajar — and beyond, a pair of eyes watching them.

“What the fuck!” she exclaimed. “Alex! The hell are you doing?” That her sister had caught them in the act once was bad enough, now she was spying on purpose?

“I — I was just… I, uh…” Alex floundered for words, looking like she was about to bolt.

Chloe got to her feet, laughing. “It’s okay, she’s just… curious,” she explained, as if that made anything better. It sure as hell wasn’t Nettie’s job to teach her little sister’s Sex Ed class!

Chloe made her way to the door and, taking her friend by the arm, pulled her into the room. Alex looked as surprised and confused as Nettie felt.

“She’s not as innocent as you think, y’know,” Chloe said to Nettie with a casual air. “We made out today.”

“Chloe!” Alex protested, her eyes widening in dismay.

Nettie blinked at one girl, then the other. “You did?” She wasn’t especially surprised Chloe had tried something like that — the girl was a horny little thing — but she had a hard time imagining Alex going along with it.

“Uh-huh. In the dressing room at the mall.” Chloe laughed. “She liked it a lot, I think… right?” She looked pointedly at Alex, a smile on her lips.

For her part, Alex blushed furiously. Her eyes darted around the room — trying, but not quite succeeding, to avoid looking at the naked bodies. “Err… I mean, yeah, b-but…” she mumbled.

Chloe sat back down on the bed, dragging Alex along with her. “And… did you like what you just saw?” she asked, smiling wider.

Alex looked from Chloe to Nettie and back again, her mouth working silently. She seemed to flush even redder, if such a thing was possible.

Nettie, though taken aback a little, could see that their sex show hadn’t left her little sister indifferent. “Chloe, are you planning to bang my sister on my bed?” she asked dryly, a little annoyed. She was beginning to suspect the girl had planned all this beforehand — and though Nettie wasn’t the jealous type, the idea of Chloe seducing her sister right in front of her was a bit much. Especially on my fucking bed, she thought.

If Chloe felt any shame, she didn’t show it at all, instead flashing Nettie a wicked grin. “You wanna?” she asked simply, turning back to Alex.

The other girl stared, wide-eyed. “What? Here? Now?” she asked incredulously. Nettie could only agree with the sentiment.

“Why not?” Chloe countered. “Come on, watching us had to turn you on, right? I promise, I’ll make you come so hard, it’ll be the best thing ever.”

Alex gaped at first, then bit her bottom lip, looking as if she was actually considering it. Nettie had never seen her sister with that look in her eyes before, but she was no stranger to reading lesbian desire in other girls, and that was definitely what she saw in Alex’s gaze.

Chloe seemed to notice as well and drew closer to Alex. “Say yes,” she whispered, barely loud enough for Nettie to hear.

Alex visibly swallowed, glanced nervously towards Nettie for a second, then slowly nodded. “Y-yes,” she finally said, quavering a little.

No sooner had she uttered the word than Chloe’s lips were upon hers. Alex was hesitant at first, but the more experienced girl soon drew her into a passionate kiss, complete with tangling tongues.

Nettie stared at the girls in disbelief, unsure of how to respond. Things were getting downright surreal. Are they really doing this? She glanced at the door, wondering if she should leave them to it, but found herself reluctant to move. It’s not that she wanted to watch, exactly, but… it was her room, after all. It was just bad form, using her bed like that, as if they didn’t even care that she was there at all.

The girls kissed for a long while, Chloe wrapping her arms around her partner and caressing her back — even squeezing her ass, it looked like. Alex didn’t look too displeased with the turn of events.

“Mmm,” Chloe purred when they finally had to come up for air. Alex giggled in response and, no longer averting her eyes from the nudity on display, finally gave in, letting her hungry eyes roam over Chloe’s bare beauty. Nettie had to agree that the girl had a great body, especially for her age. A deep part of her wondered if her youth was not, in fact, part of the appeal and excitement.

Chloe, for her part, looked like she very much enjoyed being seen in the nude, her girlish shyness now a thing of the past. “I think you wanted to do this to me today in the changing room, huh?” she said, gently taking hold of Alex’s hands and pressing them to her chest, against her tits.

A wide-eyed Alex began to caress Chloe’s boobs, tentatively at first. But soon, encouraged by her friend’s contented sighs, she was eagerly fondling Chloe with her teasing hands.

After a moment, their lips met again in a steamy kiss. Alex seemed to be growing more assured by the second — one of her hands slipped to the back of Chloe’s neck as their tongues danced, while the other remained on her friend’s chest, toying with a nipple.

It was a rather sexy display, Nettie had to admit. That’s your sister, you fucking creep, a small voice in her brain pointed out. The rest of her mind was too distracted to pay it any attention.

When their kiss broke, Chloe tugged playfully at the hem of Alex’s shirt. “Your turn,” she said, teasing.

“Oh! Um…” Alex hesitated.

“You’ll see, it’s a lot more fun naked,” Chloe pointed out, making her friend titter a little. “It’s okay, don’t worry. You’re super hot!”

Alex made a dubious face. “You… you really think so?” She didn’t sound convinced.

Chloe gave a vigorous nod. “You are! Seriously!” She seized the bottom of her friend’s shirt with both hands, one on either side. “Let me?”

Alex was reddening once again, but finally raised her arms, letting Chloe eagerly tug the shirt over her head and off, revealing a pink bra. It seemed to Nettie that the piece of underwear served little purpose, with barely anything to hide or support — though of course, she’d had much the same figure at that age.

Chloe looked pleased, though, and wasted no time putting her hands on her friend’s body. She caressed her belly, then stroked across her ribs and towards her back. Kissing Alex once more, she took advantage of the distraction to unhook the girl’s bra, then slipped the garment off Alex’s shoulders when she pulled back.

“Oh!” Alex, surprised, snatched at the bra before it completely fell off and held it to her chest. After a moment, somehow finding her courage, she hesitantly let the bra drop to the floor. She looked like she desperately wanted to hide her little bumps, but managed to keep both arms at her sides. She gave Chloe a shy smile — and Nettie a sidelong glance, probably uncertain what to make of her sister watching all of this.

What am I doing here, for fuck’s sake? Nettie asked herself. Was she really going to stay there and watch her little sister have sex for the first time? That seemed all kinds of messed up, but she was transfixed by the spectacle, unable to tear herself away.

Chloe, clearly having no such misgivings, exchanged another heated kiss with Alex, this time gently pushing the other girl down across the foot of the bed while their tongues explored each other’s mouth. Chloe’s hand wandered up Alex’s body until it cupped one of her little boobs, making her partner break the kiss with a gasp.

Chloe giggled at the reaction, then it was her turn to play with Alex’s tits — fondling them, teasing the nipples to stiffness with the tips of her fingers, her every gesture eliciting little whimpers and moans. Wanting to take things further, she lowered her mouth to her friend’s chest and took a slow lick around one nipple.

“Ah!” Alex cried out, raising her head to try to look at what Chloe was doing.

Chloe grinned up at her. “Nice?”

“Yes… keep going,” Alex urged. Clearly, any doubts she’d had were gone for good.

Chloe didn’t need to be told twice. With growing ardor, she began to work her tongue over Alex’s bite-sized boobs, trailing across her skin and flicking over her nipples. Alex seemed to be enjoying the sensation a great deal, judging by the sounds she was making.

Nettie swallowed hard. This scene was getting very erotic. It was like watching live porn played out on her bed, close enough for her to reach out and touch. In this case, though, the participants were underage girls, and one of them was her own sister. As much as Nettie wished she could, there was no denying that this was having quite the effect on her. The heat between her legs was flaring up, and she knew that her wetness wasn’t just due to the sex she’d had earlier.

She watched as Chloe started to lick her way down towards Alex’s belly, knowing full well what the girl was planning. Lifting up a corner of the bed covers, Nettie slipped her legs underneath so that she would have some privacy, in the event that she needed to take care of her own arousal in a discreet way. Not that she would, necessarily, but… just in case.

Chloe seemed to read her mind with a glance. She flashed Nettie a knowing smile and winked, then continued on her way down her partner’s body.

Alex, on the other hand, seemed to have completely forgotten that Nettie was in the room at all. Her eyes were fixed on Chloe, surely guessing where her friend was going. She squealed when Chloe teased her belly button with a flick of the tongue, then watched with nervous eyes as the girl unfastened her shorts. With only a moment’s hesitation, she lifted her butt up from the bed, allowing Chloe to pull her shorts and panties down and off. Alex stared as Chloe held the sodden undies to her face and inhaled deeply, purring with pleasure.

Nettie caught a glimpse of her sister’s sex, still entirely smooth. She rather envied that part of the young girl’s undeveloped anatomy, at least. For her, shaving had always been a monumental pain in the ass.

Alex was timidly looking up at her friend, and Chloe gave her a reassuring smile. She lifted up one of Alex’s feet and gave it a kiss, making her laugh, then began to slowly kiss her way up the girl’s leg. Alex’s amusement was soon replaced with a look of anxious anticipation.

Nettie knew from experience that Chloe had become deliciously proficient at this kind of teasing. Even now, just from watching, she could feel the erotic tension — and her own excitement — growing.

Alex gasped loudly when Chloe finally reached her goal, tracing the moist cleft of her friend’s sex with a swipe of the tongue — then another. She watched in fascination, mouth agape, as Chloe’s skilled tongue went to work on her pussy, no doubt sending delightful new sensations through her body.

“Oh, God,” she whispered just before a moan escaped her lips. She let her head fall back and closed her eyes, apparently trusting that Chloe knew what she was doing.

You’re welcome, Nettie thought as her sister enjoyed the fruits of the “lessons” she had given Chloe. And enjoy she clearly did, her cries growing increasingly loud and urgent. Nettie herself wasn’t exactly indifferent to the scene. She slowly trailed a hand up her inner thigh, under the covers where no one could see, though she still felt troubled about being so turned on by the sight of her own baby sister getting fucked by another girl. Maybe it was so hot because it was so wrong?

In any case, some cravings were hard to deny, so Nettie let two fingers slip between her pussy lips, though it took some effort not to moan herself. God, she was wet.

Leisurely, she rubbed herself as she watched the younger girls at play. Her sister was breathing hard now. Clearly, Chloe was well on her way to bringing Alex to her first orgasm at the hand of someone else.

Her eyes still closed, Alex was spreading her legs wider, pushing her hips towards Chloe’s mouth, perhaps unconsciously. “C-Chloe! Ah!” she suddenly exclaimed. Her back arched up from the bed, every muscle in her body going tense as she shouted out her pleasure in frantic cries.

Nettie, feeling like a huge pervert but unable to stop herself, pressed down hard on her clit as she took in the surprisingly sexy sight of her little sister’s orgasm, a faint echo of the young girl’s bliss coursing through her own body.

Finally, Alex went limp and she plopped down onto the bed in a girl-shaped puddle. Chloe wore a big self-satisfied smile as she crawled up to lie next to her new lover, giving her a moment to catch her breath.

Alex slowly opened her eyes, blinking a few times. “Holy crap,” she said softly.

“Mmm-hmm,” Chloe agreed. “Told you.”

“That was… I don’t even know. Like, last night, I was… uh… doing it to myself… and I thought it was the biggest one ever. But now this? Just… wow.” Alex shook her head in disbelief.

“Oh, really? And what were you thinking about last night?” Chloe teased, a knowing gleam in her eye.

“Erm… well… this,” Alex admitted.

“Ah-ha! I knew you were way more interested than you said!”

“Maaaybe.”

“Not regretting anything, then?”

“Oh God, no. It was amazing.”

“Good. Want another?” Chloe grinned.

“What? Now?” Alex gave a shaky laugh. “Um… I never did it, like, twice in a row before.”

“You’re missing out!”

Alex giggled. “Well, give me a minute to recover, at least,” she pleaded, though renewed desire was already creeping back into her voice.

Chloe gave her some time to recuperate by kissing her instead, and Alex was only too eager to welcome the girl’s tongue back into her mouth.

Nettie was feeling left out. Chloe was certainly free to fool around with whoever she wanted, but at that moment, Nettie would have appreciated some attention herself. Her mother had always told her “share with your sister,” but she doubted this was meant to include her sex partners. Anyway, she told herself, I need another orgasm a hell of a lot more than Alex does!

The younger girls ignored her and continued to kiss, though. Soon, Chloe’s hand joined in their fun, trailing a slow path up Alex’s leg until it reached her pussy. Nimble fingers quickly had the girl moaning into Chloe’s mouth.

When the kiss broke, the girls spent a moment looking into each other’s eyes, the only thing moving was Chloe’s hand between her friend’s legs. Alex was swiftly growing short of breath again. She soon closed her eyes like before, probably concentrating on the delicious feelings emanating from her sex.

Nettie felt a surge of excitement as Chloe sat up and turned to her, a wicked grin on her lips. Apparently, she hadn’t been completely forgotten after all. In fact, Chloe beckoned her closer with a curled finger.

Sweeping the blanket to one side, Nettie crawled towards the girl, eager for action. True, the situation was pretty weird, what with Chloe’s other hand still being busy between her sister’s legs, but Nettie was too turned on to care. She wanted some of Chloe for herself.

Their lips met, and then their tongues as well. Nettie let her frustrated passion flow into a fiery kiss. Her hands were already on the young girl’s body — one caressing a soft breast, the other squeezing her ass.

She could feel Chloe smile into their kiss as the girl reached up to pluck Nettie’s hand from her tit, then slowly guide it downwards, between their bodies. Greedy little minx, isn’t she? Nettie thought. She was the one who needed some fingering, but decided she could wait a bit longer for her treat.

Nettie froze, their kiss suddenly forgotten, her eyes wide as saucers when she realized that Chloe hadn’t guided her hand to her own pussy, but to Alex’s! With a single deft motion, Chloe replaced her own playful fingers with Nettie’s. Alex still had her eyes closed and didn’t seem to have noticed the switch.

Though Nettie’s first impulse was to immediately snatch her hand away, something made her hesitate. It felt like one of those cartoon scenes, a little devil appearing on her shoulder to whisper filth in her ear. Wouldn’t it be totally hot to initiate another little girl to some sexy fun? She’s so innocent… and so eager to learn…

Then the cartoon angel on her other shoulder spoke up. No, you can’t do that, Nettie… not with your own sister!

Nettie paused, unsure of her next step. She wasn’t listening to her inner demon, but on the other hand, it wasn’t in her nature to heed the advice of angels either.

As for Chloe, she backed away from the bed and out of reach. What the fuck? Nettie mouthed at her angrily, but that little devil only gave a saucy grin.

“Um, don’t stop,” Alex murmured plaintively.

Nettie’s mind raced for a way out of this predicament. Somehow, she felt like the crucial thing was to avoid The Most Uncomfortable Situation in the World, where Alex opened her eyes and saw that it was Nettie’s hand between her legs. And if that hand disappeared or didn’t get right back to work, Alex would wonder what was going on and take a look. That might happen at any moment, and with Chloe having stepped away, there would be no doubt as to whose hand it was.

While it seemed like an insane notion, the best way to avoid confrontation might just be to go with the flow, to make Alex come. It just makes sense, Nettie told herself. Sort of.

She took in the sight of her nude sister — legs spread, sweaty and breathing hard — and swallowed as she tentatively began to move her fingers against the twelve-year-old’s slit. But really, her rational mind kept insisting, it wasn’t that she wanted to finger her own sister. And the fact that Alex looked sexy as hell spread out on the bed had nothing to do with it. Nothing at all.

“Mmm,” Alex moaned her approval, mercifully keeping her eyes shut.

The girl was soaking wet. Chloe had obviously done a very good job getting her ready. Maybe I can get this done fast, Nettie thought as she concentrated on her sister’s clit, rubbing it in a circular motion with two of her fingers.

Glancing behind her, she found Chloe studying them intently, a hand between her own legs. She glared at the girl, who somehow managed to return a look of complete innocence while fingering herself.

Alex was letting out cute little cries in time with Nettie’s movements. Getting close, Nettie reassured herself as she felt her sister grinding against her hand. Without thinking, she began to extend her other hand towards Alex’s nascent chest before she caught herself. What the fuck are you doing? Just… finish her off.

Nettie wasn’t religious in the least, but she addressed a quick prayer to whoever would listen to make Alex keep her eyes tightly shut when she came. Not that any divinity was likely to be inclined to help; if there was a hell, surely she was going there in a handbasket after this little stunt.

Alex’s moans were growing in urgency, her breathing increasingly ragged — and suddenly she gave a loud gasp and closed her thighs around Nettie’s hand, clutching it tightly. She rolled to her side, her entire body shaking as she whimpered in the throes of ecstasy.

Nettie tried to withdraw her hand, but it was caught in the surprisingly strong grip of Alex’s legs, firmly pressed against the girl’s dripping pussy. If anything, Nettie’s tugging movements only seemed to accentuate her sister’s pleasure. Thankfully, though, as before, Alex kept her eyes squeezed shut during the whole thing.

Finally, as she drew in a shuddering breath, Alex’s legs — and her whole body — went limp, her head lolling against the mattress. At last, Nettie could free her hand, with her sister none the wiser. Immediately, she backed away, reached out to grab Chloe and shoved the girl towards the bed.

After an insolent smile directed at Nettie, Chloe crawled up to Alex, just in time for her friend’s eyes to flutter open. She blinked slowly at Chloe, then glanced over towards Nettie, slightly arching an eyebrow. Nettie fervently hoped that was only because her sister was surprised to find her standing there instead of where she’d been moments earlier.

“So, how was it, two in a row?” Chloe asked.

“Oh my God,” Alex breathed out, still panting.

Chloe flashed her now-customary wicked grin. “I know, right?” Nettie knew first-hand that the girl had experienced that herself a few times. “So which one was the best?” Chloe continued, giving Nettie a furtive wink.

Alex laughed. “God, I don’t know. Both times were amazing, but in, um, different ways. Now I’m really wiped out, though.”

“Good,” Chloe said, sounding quite pleased with herself. “Just lie there and relax, then.”

“Uh… I want to, but I kinda need to go to the bathroom. Help me up?”

Laughing, Chloe let Alex wrap her arms around her neck, then pulled her into a sitting position. They held each other longer than strictly necessary, then Alex gave Chloe a soft kiss. “Thank you,” she said — a little shyly, but less so than she’d been at the beginning. It was obvious she was thanking her friend for much more than just helping her up.

“You’re very welcome,” Chloe replied, smiling happily.

Alex cautiously got to her feet, then started walking towards the bathroom on shaky legs, giving Nettie an odd look as she passed by.

Does she suspect something? Nettie wondered. Of course, Alex’s strange look might simply be because her older sister was standing there naked, having just watched her have sex. I hope that’s all she’s thinking, anyhow.

She waited until she heard the bathroom door close, then rounded on the other girl. “What the fuck, Chloe?” she hissed.

“What?” came the innocent reply. The girl looked very much like the cat that ate the canary.

“That’s my sister! You can’t make me… do that with her!” Had she really been forced, though?

Chloe shrugged. “Looked like you were having fun to me,” she pointed out, teasing. “No one’s gonna know, anyway. Why is it so bad?”

“You know why!” Nettie sighed in exasperation. She’d always thought of herself as sexually adventurous, but incest was a big line to cross. “What’s with you? You got a thing now for getting two sisters in bed at the same time?”

Chloe grinned sheepishly, which pretty much said it all.

Nettie rolled her eyes. “Jesus.” This little girl was getting downright kinky, and Nettie began to wonder what she’d unleashed on the world.

If she was being honest with herself, though, it wasn’t such a weird desire. She herself had slept with two sisters at different times a year or so back, and she certainly wouldn’t have minded getting them to fuck each other. She’d even fantasized about it a time or two while masturbating. It made a world of difference when it was her baby sister in the equation, though.

“Oh, come on,” Chloe said, interrupting her thoughts, “I bet you liked it.” She crawled across the bed to where Nettie was standing. Without warning, the impertinent girl slipped a hand between Nettie’s legs, getting a quick feel of her pussy before being swatted away.

“Wow.” Chloe let out a surprised laugh, displaying her sticky fingers. “That much?”

Nettie didn’t even want to think about the possibility that touching Alex had turned her on. “Alright, you bitch, you asked for it.” She pushed Chloe down onto the bed, a little roughly, then climbed on top of her, the younger girl squealing with helpless mirth all the while. Snatching Chloe’s glasses away, she dropped them on the bedside table, then seized her arms and pinned them down above her head, quickly moving up the girl’s body until she was straddling her face.

Chloe’s eyes widened in surprise when Nettie’s sex brushed against her mouth, but she dutifully went to work with her tongue nonetheless.

Chloe wasted no time with slower teasing and immediately went at it with maximum intensity, as if she instinctively sensed the urgent need. “Mmmm yeah, eat me,” Nettie moaned, encouraging her partner. The flicking tongue between her lips and on her clit felt positively divine.

After a moment, she felt a shifting weight on the bed and, glancing over her shoulder, saw that Alex had returned. Her sister was sitting about two feet away, watching them.

Awkward, Nettie thought, turning back to avoid meeting Alex’s eyes. Again. She supposed it was only fair, since she’d watched the two girls earlier, after all. She smiled inwardly as she enjoyed Chloe’s skillful tongue, thinking Alex was lucky to have had her first time with such a talented lover. And I taught Chloe all about eating pussy, she reminded herself. Now here she is, practicing on my little sister. How fucking twisted is that?

Another backwards glance showed her that Alex had scooched a little closer. She had a hand on Chloe’s thigh and was staring, enthralled, at her pussy. She glanced up, a question in her eyes. This time, Nettie met her gaze, giving her sister a quick nod. Chloe was allowed some kind of release as well, she supposed.

Nettie watched as Alex slowly brought her hand to Chloe’s sex, tentatively sliding a finger between her slick lips. Evidently, Nettie wasn’t the only one made wet by the earlier excitement. Chloe moaned, her tongue momentarily pausing in its delicious task as Alex began to trace her slit with the tip of a finger.

“Oh no, you’re not stopping now,” Nettie insisted. She’d begun to feel that familiar, sweet pressure building up inside, and there was no way it was getting interrupted. Slipping a hand under Chloe’s neck, she held the girl’s face even more insistently against her sex.

She felt Chloe laugh against her pussy, a strange but not unpleasant sensation, then her tongue thankfully resumed its movements and Nettie was once more on the road to her climax.

Glancing behind her again, she watched as Alex seemed to grow more confident in her lovemaking. She was clearly having fun rubbing Chloe’s clit, grinning with delight when her friend gave a muffled moan.

Nettie’s breath was hissing through her clenched teeth. Chloe’s wonderful tongue was working some serious magic and, despite herself, watching Alex fondle her best friend’s pussy was turning her on even more.

Then, without warning, it hit. “Oh, fuck. Ohhh!” Nettie cried out as a powerful orgasm suddenly took hold of her body before she’d expected it.

She nearly toppled forward and had to lay a hand against the wall for support. “God!” she moaned as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her for a surprisingly long time, every muscle taut and quivering like a plucked bass string. It was the strongest orgasm she’d had in a while.

Then as abruptly as it had come, it was over, leaving Nettie drained. She would have collapsed where she was, but didn’t want to asphyxiate poor Chloe, so she made the effort to roll to one side, her face dropping into the delicious coolness of a pillow.

Eyes closed, she savored the afterglow, feeling her heartbeat gradually return to its normal pace. After a moment, she began to notice an increasing urgency to Chloe’s moans, and quickly shifted around to get a good look.

“Mmm, yes, yes!” Chloe was saying, propped up on her elbows so she could watch Alex rapidly rubbing her clit, the girl’s hand a blur. Clearly, Alex had quickly learned what her friend enjoyed, and was making use of that knowledge to give Chloe an orgasm of her own.

Apparently unable to hold herself up any longer, Chloe let herself fall back on the bed. The lower half of face glistened with love juices, a sight too inviting for Nettie to resist.

Knowing that she shouldn’t encourage this near-threesome any more than she already had, but too aroused and into the moment to care, Nettie drew closer to Chloe and gave her cheek a slow lick, tasting herself. When her tongue reached Chloe’s lips, the girl hungrily sucked it into her mouth, and they shared a heated kiss.

Seconds later, Chloe’s body tensed up in orgasm, and she cried out her pleasure into Nettie’s mouth. For a good while, she remained frozen, face set in a grimace of ecstasy, then finally went slack with a huge release of held breath..

While Chloe was slowly coming down from her orgasmic high, Nettie circled her tongue around the girl’s mouth, cleaning her up a little. She’d always found that tasting herself on her partner’s lips or face was incredibly sexy.

“Mmm,” Chloe purred as her awareness seemed to return, then caught Nettie’s tongue for another sweet kiss. Wincing slightly, she pushed herself up into a sitting position, then grinned at Alex. “That was sooo good,” she gushed, reaching out for her friend, their mouths drifting together.

Nettie’s heart seemed to skip a beat as she realized that Alex had to be tasting her pussy on Chloe’s lips. But her baby sister seemed to be either unaware, or simply didn’t care, as she happily returned her friend’s kiss.

“You were both great,” Chloe declared as she let herself drop back onto the bed.

Nettie met Alex’s eyes for an uncomfortable instant before they both looked away. The two of them probably shared similar thoughts about how awkward the whole thing had been, despite having obviously enjoyed themselves. In fact, Chloe seemed to be the only one who was perfectly content, eyes closed with a beaming smile on her lips.

Nettie cleared her throat, deciding she should put an end to the increasing uneasiness. “Well, I’m all sexed out,” she announced. “So… are we watching the end of that stupid movie, or what?”

The younger girls burst out laughing, defusing the situation a little.

They began to put their clothes back on in a contented silence, though Nettie was left with some troubling thoughts as she eyed her little sister getting dressed. Damn, she mused, when did Alex get so fucking cute?

She followed the girls back to the living room, reflecting on what had just happened, hoping that it wouldn’t ultimately blow up in their faces.

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By Purple Les

I didn’t wake up till way late Sunday morning. When I did wake up I just lay there for the longest time. Had yesterday been a dream? Sex with Mary and Lucy, in front of Pam. Sex with Pam afterwards. I hugged Ingrid, my sock monkey, and asked her if all that had really happened.

Of course she didn’t really answer me, but her face made me look up at my bed headboard shelf. There was the grape lipstick Pam had given me. I looked at my pile of clothes on the floor. Everything was there, except the panties I’d given to Pam. I played with the lipstick tube. Making it go up and down, thinking about how Pam put it on her lips, and her lips had been on my lips.

I thought about touching the lipstick to my pussy. Then I would put it on my lips and go around kissing Mom, or Mary. I wanted to kiss Pam some more too. She turned out to be a real good kisser.

I would have masturbated right then, but the urge to go pee overruled all my other thoughts. I placed the lipstick next to the Chinese puzzle box. I put on my slippers and headed downstairs.

I went straight to the bathroom. I peed a long time it seemed. I wiped my self, got up and flushed the toilet. I washed my hands and face real good with soap and cold water to help wake myself up.

Mom’s bedroom door was still closed. It was after 10:30. Mom was always up before me. I saw Aunt Billie sitting on the couch. She had coffee and I sat by her, carefully, so I didn’t make her spill it.

We just said the normal good morning stuff. She finished her coffee, and brushed my hair. While Aunt Billie brushed my hair, she talked to me.

“Thanks for being a good girl yesterday, Katy. Pam said you were the best kid she ever stayed with.”

I didn’t say anything. I don’t talk much in the morning, at first. I thought to myself though, “Yeah, the best kid who ever licked her pretty purple pussy.”

“Did you like her, Katy?”

I nodded my head, “Yes.”

I thought to myself, If you only knew how much I liked her, Aunt Billie. Then I smiled to myself, and thought, Oh, did you say ‘like’, or ‘lick’?

“Okay, good. How about some breakfast?”

I nodded again, and we went into the kitchen.

We sat at the table with cereal and juice. Mom would make a huge breakfast on Sundays. Aunt Billie wasn’t much of a cook.

“Is Mom okay?”

“She needs her rest today, Katy. So, I was wondering if you, and Mary had some sex fun yesterday. Did you do anything sexy with Pam?”

“Sorry, I can’t tell you anything.”

“Why not?”

“I promised I wouldn’t say anything.”

“Come on, Katy. I’m your Aunt, you can tell me. Please? It’ll just be between us.”

“What’s going on with Mom? Where were you guys all day yesterday?”

“I can’t tell you. I promised your mother I wouldn’t say anything to you.”

“I promised Pam I wouldn’t say nothing either.”

“So you two did do something sex-wise?”

“I will not confirm or deny anything.”

That made Aunt Billie laugh. Then I told her how Sheriff Johnson and Officer Sanchez had been looking for a crook last night.

“Yes,” said Aunt Billie, “Pam, told us all about it. I saw on the news this morning that they caught him.”

We talked about that while we finished breakfast. When we were done eating, I asked Aunt Billie if she had brought any more naughty DVDs with her.

“No, but I have something on my iPad that you will love.”

We left the kitchen and sat on the couch again.

“This is a friend of mine, Katy,” said Aunt Billie, as she brought up an image on her iPad.

It was a woman about Aunt Billie’s age. She looked nice, just a regular-looking woman.

Aunt Billie hit a button, and the picture came to life.

The woman smiled toward us, then she spoke, and said, “Come on, Pumpkin, time for your bath.” Then she faced us again and winked.

Next thing the woman was sitting on the edge of a bathtub.

She said, “Come here, Pumpkin. Aunt Billie will keep us company. Okay?”

Then a little girl appeared on the iPad screen.

“Okay, Mommy. I like Aunt Billie.”

I asked Aunt Billie how old the girl was. She told me, “Six.”

Then on the screen we watched the woman undress her daughter and help her into the bathtub. The girl was real cute, and we got a long look at her bare naked, before she got in the tub.

The screen went dark. When it came up again, the woman, now naked too, was in the tub with her daughter. The daughter was standing in the tub and her mommy was washing the little girl’s butt with her bare hands, no wash cloth. The girl’s ass was all shiny from the water and soap.

Then her mommy said, “Okay, Pumpkin, let’s dry off, and we can all get in bed together.”

The screen went dark.

“Is that the end? It was just getting good, Aunt Billie.”

“Sorry, Katy. That’s all. I can tell you about the rest if you want.”

I said that would be real cool. Then we heard Mom come out of her room and head to the bathroom. When Mom came out of the bathroom, she went to the kitchen.

Me and Aunt Billie followed her in. Mom sat at the table and put her head in her arms on the table.

“How you doing, Carol?”

Mom said something we didn’t understand.

I made some toast and scrambled eggs for Mom. Mom had a sip of coffee. She took one bite of toast, another sip of coffee, and went back to bed.

I shook Aunt Billie’s arm, hard as I could, and asked her again what was going on.

Aunt Billie ate the eggs. “Wow, Katy, you’re a good cook.”

“What’s wrong with Mom?”

“I can’t say. Just, well, she’ll be okay in a day or two.”

It was a weird Sunday. Mom stayed in bed most of the day.

Aunt Billie stayed with us a couple of days, till Mom was better. I had gone to school Monday. When I got home, I smelled incense. Had they had sex? I found a little bit of a small cigarette, it smelled funny. At least Mom was up and seemed like she felt better. I made scrambled eggs and mashed potatoes for dinner. Mom ate some.

By Wednesday Aunt Billie had left, and by Saturday Mom was feeling better and eating more.

A couple weeks went by without much going on. Mom seemed to be well again. As well as I had seen her since after last Thanksgiving. She still wasn’t like she was before last Thanksgiving. It seemed so long ago, I had almost forgot how Mom used to be, and not like she’d been the last few months.

It was a Wednesday when it happened. A morning so cold you could see the air sparkle. The water main near school broke, and we got sent home early. When me and Mary got off the bus and walked toward my house, we saw Mrs Tran’s car in the driveway.

“Hey! Look, Katy! My mom’s here.”

Mary started to run toward the house. I grabbed her coat.

Mary said, “Hey! What’s the big idea?” She almost fell over backwards.

“We can’t go to the house.” I was thinking of what might be going on in there.

Mary looked at me like I was goofy. “Why on earth not?”

I stammered, I fidgeted, I tried to think of some good reason.

“Um, well … because….” Mary stared at me, and I told her, “Well, because I think our Moms are having sex.”

Mary laughed like I’d just made the funniest joke ever.

“Okay, Katy, your perv mind has just exploded into total overdrive. Come on, it’s cold out here.”

Then she tried to pull me toward my house and I pulled her back toward me.

“Honest, Mary. I think our Moms are having sex. We can’t go in there.”

“You’re nuts, Katy. Lucy would be in there too. Are they all having sex?”

I nodded my head hard, to say, “Yes.”

Mary laughed at me again. “Katy, you need a sex life. Your brain is overfull of dirty thoughts.”

“Please, Mary. At least let’s peak through my Mom’s window first. Okay? Please?”

With a look of total disbelief on her face, Mary followed me to the side of the house. Mom’s shades were up just a little, and there was a light on in the bedroom.

I guess the light was on because of the grey clouds that had moved in, making the day so dark. Normally we wouldn’t be able to see in the window, but because of the snowdrift there, we could stand on it and see in easy.

Now Mary looked a little scared, like maybe I wasn’t kidding. “Okay, perv, you look first.”

I stood up tall as I could, and looked in the window. Then I sat down on the snow next to Mary.

“Well, perv, what did you see?”

She thought I would say, “Nothing.” I wished that was what I could say, but it wasn’t.

“Um, well, Mary, I saw our Moms in their underwear, kissing each other. Lucy was on the bed watching them.”

She glared at me and said, “Bullshit!”

Mary stared at me like I was putting her on. Like I was just making it up to get her to look, and then laugh at her ’cause there was nothing to see.

“Well, look for yourself.”

She looked at me like I had just dared her to jump off a cliff. She stood up and looked in the window. She sat back down next to me again.

“Well, was I right, Mary?”

Mary stared at me again. “No! You were wrong.” Her eyes were wide behind her glasses. “When I looked, they were both bare naked. They’d stopped kissing and were undressing Lucy.”

We just sat there in the snow for a while. Then we both stood up together and looked in the window at the same time. There were all three of them on my mom’s bed. My mom was licking Mrs Tran’s pussy, and Lucy was sitting on Mrs Tran’s face. Me and Mary sat down again.

“Golly, Mary. I, uh, sorry. I hope you’re not mad at me.”

“Jesus, Katy. You knew! How did you know?”

“Um, I didn’t know. I just had a feeling.”

“I’m not mad, I just, I mean …” and then Mary stood up again for another look. When she sat back down I asked her what she’d seen.

She told me to just look. I did. There our Moms were, laying next to each other, kissing and playing with each other’s tits. Lucy was also nude. She was on her knees between our Moms.

Lucy’s arms ended at her wrists. It took me a minute to realize that was because her little hands were in our moms’ pussies. I sat back down by Mary.

We looked at each other. Mary looked in the window again. I asked her what she was seeing.

“Katy, our moms are kissing and licking Lucy, all over.”

After a minute, Mary sat back down and looked at me.

“Golly, Mary, I wished we had never got out of school early today. Don’t be mad at me. Please don’t be mad.”

Mary smiled at me. “Shit, Katy, I just had a come in my pants. I didn’t even touch myself. I came just watching them. I’m not mad at you. It’s okay, Katy.”

We sat there till we were freezing to death. I looked in the window, they were dressed now, and walking out of the bedroom.

“We can go in now, Mary.”

We went to the side door, like we had just got there. Our Moms and Lucy acted like nothing had ever happened, like they hadn’t just had a sex party. We talked about school while we had hot chocolate. Just so normal. Then the Trans left to go home.

After they were gone, I told Mom how Mary and me had watched and everything. Mom told me not to worry. It would all work out, she was sure.

Mary was quiet the next morning as we rode on the bus to school. When we walked home after school, she didn’t say much. I was worried she was mad at me. Or worse, that she was mad at her mom or sister. When we got to my house, she said goodbye, we rubbed noses, and then she said, “I had sex with my Mom last night, Katy. I know all about everything. About you, and your mom, and your aunt. About how you had sex with my mom. About my mom and sister. I know all about everything. I love you, Katy.”

Then she turned and walked off toward home. She said it all like she was telling me about the baseball scores or something. I had a million questions for her, but she was a speck in the distance now, and I went in the house.

After dinner I snuggled with Mom on the couch. I told her what Mary had said. Mom moved my hair out of my left eye to behind my left ear with her fingers and asked me how I felt about it.

“I don’t know, Mom. I guess I feel good that Mary is happy. I mean, I think she’s happy. I don’t know how I feel.”

Later Mom gave Mrs. Tran a phone call from the old wall phone in the kitchen. I sat on the kitchen counter and listened to my Mom.

“Hi, Grace. It’s Carol. Doing better, thanks. Can you talk? Okay, good. Well, Mary told Katy that she had sex with you. And that she knows about everything. Oh, yes, uh-huh….”

It drove me crazy wondering about what Mrs. Tran was saying to my mom. Once Mrs. Tran started talking, my mom mostly just listened.

“Yeah, Grace, Katy’s here with me. Oh, I bet she would love that. Well, let me ask her, hang on.”

Mom held the phone against her chest, and said, “Katy, how would you feel about Mary coming over to stay with us Friday night?”

I jumped off the counter, jumped up and down, and said, “Yes, yes, yes!”

Then Mom said, “Would you mind if I maybe had sex with you and Mary? Because Mrs. Tran says Mary would like to do that, have sex with us, I mean. Would you like that, Katy?”

I tried to do a back flip, I was so happy, but I only got  part way, and fell on my butt. Mom saw I wasn’t hurt and smiled at me. Then she said into the phone, “I guess Katy is okay with that, Grace. Yes, she can come here after school. Okay, Grace, love you too, bye.”

I was so happy when I went to bed. Mary would be coming home with me after school Friday and staying all night. Friday morning I was all excited. At lunch I told Mary again how great tonight was going to be.

I almost got sick to my stomach though when Siobhan sat down with us and said, “Katy, thank you, and Mary, so much for inviting me over tonight. I’ve never been to a slumber party before. I’m very excited about it.”

I didn’t remember asking her. I looked at Mary, who smiled at me. When Siobhan took her tray back, I asked Mary what the deal was. The whole weekend was ruined now.

“No, it’s fine, Katy.” Mary said. “Not only does Siobhan have a crush on us. I’ve let her know that me and you have sex.”

“Are you crazy? How could you? This ruins everything. It was gonna be you and my mom and me all doing stuff, but now we can’t with the eight-year-old professor there.”

“You’re wrong, Katy. We’ll have a great time. Including your mom. Siobhan has told me she’s tried to masturbate and can’t reach an orgasm. I told her me and you will show her how. It’s really going to be fun.”

“I doubt it,” I sighed.

We stopped talking about that because Siobhan had come back.

“What shall I bring along tonight, Katy? Perhaps a book on philosophy to help stimulate our discussions?” Siobhan asked me.

Mary spoke before I could. “Bring a pillow, your toothbrush, a change of clothes, your hairbrush, whatever you wear to bed, and that’s all you need.”

The bell rang, and as we gathered our books, Siobhan said again, “Thank you again, Katy. I will be over after dinner with my parents.”

I said, “Cool,” and then I glared at Mary. But I couldn’t be mad. Siobhan was cute, even if she was super nerdy, and I guess me and Mary were her only real friends.

So now my excitement for tonight was tempered with a feeling of disappointment. At least I would be with Mary all night. Even if it didn’t look to me like we would get a chance to have any sex. I still looked forward to the last bell of the day and the weekend.

Continue on to Chapter 15

By Amanda Lynn

Nervous excitement filled me as I turned off the lantern and crawled to the front of the tent and peeked outside.

All was quiet. The full moon shone brightly on my face and a feeling of desire rushed through me. I took a deep breath and scanned the house for any signs of life. All the lights were out and I knew I wouldn’t be seen unless someone looked out the window of the spare room or came down to the patio doors. Which was unlikely as both my parents slept very soundly.

Crawling out of the tent, I turned around and grabbed a blanket and my pillow. The silver light of the full moon negated the need for a flashlight. Though no one could hear me, I tiptoed across the grass to the picnic table anyway. Folding the blanket in half, I lay it on the table and placed the pillow at one end.

Looking up at the moon, I smiled, then unbuttoned my pajama top and slipped it off and lay it on the seat of the picnic table. Hooking my fingers in the waist band of my bottoms, I pushed them down my legs and off. Picking them up, I folded them and lay with my top.

Totally naked, I giggled softly at my boldness. If Mom or Dad caught me I would be in so much trouble. But right now, I didn’t care. I was outside and finally I could have the moonlight touch my body without the filter of my bedroom window.

I glanced back at the house once more, scanning the windows. Feeling more secure, I did a pirouette, my arms raised out from my sides, spinning in circles. Free of any inhibition, I dance around the backyard for a few minutes. I giggled again, running my hands up and down my naked body. I pinched at the erect nipples of my small boobs. I found my sex and played a finger through the slick folds. I brought my hand up and held it in front of my face. I studied the juices that clung to my finger, shimmering in the moonlight. Savoring the taste, I cleaned each finger with my mouth then held my hands up above my head as if reaching for the moon.

The moon. That is why I was out here, wasn’t it? I needed to feel that sweet release outside, under the full moon.

I scurried back to the picnic table and climbed on top as if it was an altar and I was the sacrifice. Laying on my back I adjusted the pillow and stared up at the moon’s brilliant disk that was now almost directly overhead. I felt naughty and excited and scared and very, very horny as I splayed myself to it. The moonlight seemed to tickle my skin as a gentle gust of wind sent a small shiver through me.

I pinched my erect nipple with one hand as the other moved across my belly down to my needful sex. Fingers ran through my sparse bush and onto my vulva. I held my hand still for just a second before I traced the outline of my labia. I continued to circle my finger for a few minutes more before I slid it into the center of my sex. I moaned softly. My velvety soft lips were coated in my thick creamy juices.

Pushing my finger down to my eager entrance, I traced it a couple of times before shoving my finger inside. I pushed my hips up against my finger and whimpered. I withdrew my finger then shoved it back in. I grunted. My heart was pounding in my chest and I was panting and moaning as I fucked myself. I wished I had remembered to bring the hairbrush with me from the tent.

Bringing my hand down from my nipple I placed a finger on either side of my swollen clit and squeezed it between them. Bolts of lightning shot from my center and flashed to all parts of my body. I bucked wildly against my hand, a second finger joining the one already inside.

I could feel the turmoil deep within me trying to work its way out. It was twisting in on itself, coiling into a tightly wound spring. The moonlight pouring down on me only amplified the sensation. I squeezed and pulled at my clit as my fingers drove deep into my sopping cunt.

“Yes. Fuck.” I moaned. I wanted to scream but the little bit of sanity that remained in me kept me from doing something that might wake my parents.

I could only imagine what it must look like. A naked fourteen-year-old girl, lying on top of the picnic table, in the moonlight, fucking herself silly.  My head thrashed, my hand moved furiously across my throbbing clit, and my fingers thrust deep inside against bucking hips. I was so close, so damn close. I felt reality slipping away and the light of the moon clutching at my fevered flesh.

Then it happened.

Not the glorious orgasm I was expecting, that I needed so badly. But a hand on my lower leg, and a soft voice speaking my name.

“Amanda. Don’t. Not like this.”

My subconscious mind reacted first. I sat up, raising my knees to my chest, an arm around my breasts, the other arm supporting me against the table. I didn’t scream, or try to flee. I was confused, but felt safe. I sensed no danger. I felt no malice from the figure I saw standing at the end of the table, smiling at me, her warm hand now resting on my foot. Some part of me recognized this woman, but I couldn’t place the face.

“I am sorry, Amanda. I didn’t mean to scare you,” she said with a charming accent.

Accent? As my world started making sense again, memories came flooding back. Now I recognized the voice, and the woman it belonged to.

“Selene? What the—!”

“I’m sorry, but we really do not have time for a proper explanation.” She moved closer. A silky soft hand slid from my foot up to my knee.

“Explain what? What are you talking about?” I snapped.

What the hell was she doing here? How did she find me? And why tonight? I knew I should be pulling away, running for my house and locking the doors, then calling the cops. And yet… I didn’t want to. I felt safe, comfortable. Somehow, I knew I had nothing to fear from this beautiful woman.

“You are cursed, Amanda. Well, your bloodline is. You are the just the latest one to suffer from it. I am here to save you and to end the curse. But time is short. You will need to trust me.”

I felt pressure from her hand pushing my knees down until my legs were stretched out flat. But what was she talking about? What curse? I looked at Selene’s face. Her expression was serious and full of concern. Her eyes took on an eerie glow from the reflected moonlight. They were drawing me in and I felt the same attraction to her I’d felt earlier at the mall.

Her hands, now on my shoulders, gently eased me back onto the pillow. I gave in to her easily, doing what she wanted without question. It seemed I couldn’t resist her even if I’d wanted to.

She smiled sweetly, leaning closer, her face just inches from mine. One hand brushed the hair from my face as the other caressed my arm. My mind was a jumble, I was confused. I had a thousand questions. But I also wanted this woman to touch me, the rest of the world be damned.

“How, how did you find me?” I croaked from a dry throat.

“I could feel your passion as soon as you walked into my shop this afternoon. I wasn’t sure at first, but once I touched your hand I knew you were the one. After that it was easy to track you,” she explained as she stepped back. With practiced fingers, she reached behind her neck and unzipped her dress, then let it fall to the ground.

“The one… what?” I uttered.

This was nuts. There is no such thing as a curse. Why am I listening to this woman? This gorgeous, naked woman standing next to me. She had me under a spell of her own. One strong enough that I had all but forgotten about the moon.

“Do you trust me?” she asked softly, her lips hovering just above mine now. My tummy fluttered as felt the warmth of her breath caress my cheek. The scent of her perfume filled my nostrils, and I heard myself sigh. I did trust her. I wanted to be here. With her. Now.

“Yes,” I whispered.

Strangely, I did trust her. But before I could say anything else, Selene gently brushed her lips over mine. I felt my pussy throb and a renewed excitement washed over me. Pushing her lips against my mouth I felt her tongue. I parted mine and our tongues met. They explored and danced in a crazy frenzy. Her lips tasted sweet from the lip gloss she wore and I couldn’t seem to get enough.

I whined in protest as she broke the kiss. But I wasn’t disappointed for long as she quickly climbed onto the picnic table and lay atop me. Her body was warm and her large breasts pushed against mine. She brought her mouth down toward my mouth and just before our lips touched, she whispered, “You will soon be free, my love.”

Her kiss was passionate. I was lost in the ecstasy of what was happening, and I willingly gave myself to her. I was still in need of release but for once it wasn’t the moon that was pulling at me. Somehow Selene was blocking me from its effects. My hands moved to her back and reveled in the soft, smooth skin beneath my fingers. Selene moaned into my mouth as she kissed me. She moved her face and kissed at the corners of my mouth and sucked my bottom lip between hers.

She adjusted her position above me and I groaned loudly as her thigh moved between my legs and pressed against my aching cunt. She nipped at my ears and neck as she began to thrust forward, driving herself against my sex. The beast in my belly was awake again. My moans traveled in the night air and echoed off the house and trees. I was sure that I might wake someone, but didn’t care. This incredible woman was on top of me. Humping me. No, fucking me. She was fucking me, and I was quickly approaching the precipice I craved.

I was crying, cursing. My hands clawed at Selene’s back. My sweat-soaked body heaved and trembled. My breathing was rapid and labored. Two more thrusts from Selene and the beast suddenly escaped. I screamed. A blinding white light filled my vision as my reality shattered into a million pieces. I was floating above the table looking down at the two bodies upon it that lay tangled together. I drifted upward, the scene below becoming smaller, fading from view. A soft voice called my name, whispering to me.

When the world returned and I opened my eyes, Selene was still on top of me, smiling.

“Welcome back. How do you feel?”

I looked at her. I felt different, as if something was missing. What had happened? What had she done to me? That orgasm was so wonderful, incredibly intense, almost magical.

“Fine, I think. What happened? Besides the most amazing orgasm I’ve ever had,” I said bashfully.

Selene chuckled. “You’re free now. But this table is not the most comfortable bed. Let’s move to your tent,” she suggested as she climbed off me.

Taking my hand, she helped me off the table. As I picked up the blanket and pillow I looked up at the house. It was still dark. My screams apparently hadn’t disturbed anyone.

I led Selene toward my tent wondering how I could feel so attracted to this woman. A woman I had met less than ten hours earlier. In the tent, we lay side by side facing each other. She brushed the hair away from my face again and gently kissed me.

I returned the kiss, then said, “I think I know what’s going to happen now. What I want to happen now. But before that, please explain what’s going on. I mean, a crazy lady I just met told me I was cursed and then fucked me on my picnic table.” I giggled, feeling giddy. It was so surreal. I had done nothing to resist her. Not entirely sure why, but I didn’t want to resist.

Selene laughed. “When you put it that way, it does sound as if I am a crazy lady. But I can assure you I am not, and I have just saved you from a lifetime of torment.”

I looked at her, still not sure if I believed what she was saying. But those feelings I’d had seemed real enough. “Tell me about this curse,” I asked, caressing her arm.

She sighed at the touch and began to speak. “Two thousand years ago, a young woman living on a farm outside of Athens found she was barren. This upset her husband greatly and he threatened to cast her out unless she gave him a son before the end of the season. Desperate, she begged Aphrodite to bless her with a child. Aphrodite heeded her plea and granted the woman her wish and gave her twins, a boy and girl. After the children were born, Aphrodite appeared to the woman and told her that, in payment for the kindness, she must sacrifice one of her children.”

“That’s horrible. Did she sacrifice her child?” I asked.

Selene shook her head. “No. And this angered Aphrodite. In her fury, she struck down both the woman’s husband and her son, and then she cursed the girl and further, a girl child from every fifth generation following that. The cursed girl would be born under the full moon and have a powerful attraction to it. Once she reached the age of sexual awareness, usually just before puberty, the moon would have a magnifying effect on her need sexually release, peaking on the full moon every month.”

“That doesn’t sound like a bad thing,” I said with a giggle. My hand had made its way to Selene’s hip.

“You wouldn’t think. But unless the girl has been brought to climax by the moon goddess during the last full moon before the fall equinox of the girl’s fourteenth year, she cannot be saved from the curse.”

“Okay. So what’s the downside?”

“If she is not saved, her sexual desires will continue to grow, becoming so intense that they will override everything else. You would not care about family, your friends, your job. Nothing at all. All you will want to do is orgasm. But you will never be able to get enough. You will never be sated. Eventually you will lose your mind and most likely take your own life to end the misery.”

Swallowing hard, I stared at her dumbfounded, trying to make sense of what I had just heard.

“So, the woman that pissed off Aphrodite was a distant relative of mine?” I guessed. Did I really want to know? Could any of this actually be true?

Selene slowly nodded.

I thought for a moment. “Um… tonight is the last full moon before the fall equinox, and I am in my fourteenth year, and you made me come.”

“It is, you are, and I did,” she said softly.

“Selene…”

I said her name aloud, more to myself than to her. Then it clicked. My jaw dropped and I stared into her eyes.

“Selene was the name of the Greek goddess of the moon,” I said. “Are you telling me that you are an ancient Greek goddess, here to save me from the curse of another Greek goddess?”

She shrugged and smiled meekly. “Guilty as charged.”

I flopped over onto my back. This was too much. Could this all be real? Is she truly the personification of a mythical Greek goddess? Or is she just a nut job who somehow captivated me with her beauty?

Either way, that orgasm was great and I wanted more. I have to admit though, the pull of the moon no longer seemed to be there. I couldn’t feel it anymore.

The heat between my legs was still there, however, except this time it was the odd but beautiful woman lying beside me who was fueling my desire. I rolled back over and moved closer to Selene, wrapping an arm around her, placing a leg over hers.

“Thank you,” I said and kissed her lips.

“For?”

“Saving me from damnation.”

“You believe me then?”

“The jury is still out, but I figure why tempt fate.”

“Well, yes, they can be fickle,” Selene chuckled.

“Maybe, though, just to make sure, while we still have the full moon…” I said in a seductive voice.

She smiled and pulled me into her arms. Our lips met and we kissed deeply. I groaned at the touch of her fingers as they played across my back. I placed my hands on her ample breasts. Her dark nipples stood tall and I tugged at one. She moaned into my mouth and then sucked on my tongue. I pulled away and moved to take her nipple into my mouth. Sucking on the pebbled flesh, I flicked my tongue over the end of the nipple. My hand slid across her sweaty abdomen and through the curly nest of hairs of her pubis. Finding her engorged clit, I rubbed it for several moments before pushing down through her damp folds. Selene moaned, and her hips pushed up.

“By the gods, that feels good,” she groaned.

I let go of her nipple and kissed my way down her belly until my face hovered above her sex. Her scent was strong but not unpleasant. I had licked Nikki’s pussy several times, but somehow this seemed different. This was a mature older woman. A much older woman if she was actually a Greek goddess.

I kissed her labia, then spread her slick lips with my fingers. I licked at the velvety pink flesh from entrance to clit and back, tasting the exquisite sweetness of her thick cream. Selene bucked and moaned. I pushed one finger, then another into the hot wetness of her vagina. As I took her clit into my mouth, I fucked her quickly.

“Please, yes,” Selene moaned loudly.

I sucked on her clit, dragging my teeth across the swollen bud. My fingers pumped as she bucked hard against me. I bit and sucked and fucked the Greek goddess as she writhed beneath me. Selene was panting hard as she moaned obscenities into the night air. When she started to come I moved my mouth down to her entrance and lapped at the juices that flowed freely from her. Selene’s hands grabbed my head and held me hard against her pulsing cunt. I drank of her juices until she relaxed and released her grip on me.

I crawled up her body and kissed her, then she held my face and licked her juices from my lips and around my mouth. “Mmm,” she grinned, “I taste good.”

I smiled and kissed her some more. I nipped and sucked on her lips and tongue and then her ear and neck. She softly moaned and then pulled me back in front of her.

“Sit on my face. I need to taste you,” she said with a wink.

I giggled. This was something I had never done with Nikki but definitely wanted to try. I got up on my knees and positioned myself above her. Her hands went to my ass, squeezing my cheeks as I lowered my dripping pussy to her eagerly waiting mouth.

I gasped when I felt her lips touch my opening. Selene’s explored around the moist flesh for a few moments before pushing inside me. Her strong hands moved to my hips and held me still as she explored my depths. I shuddered as her tongue probed deeper than I thought possible.

“Oh god,” I gulped as she fucked me with her expert tongue.

I began to bounce against her. The pleasure her tongue caused was exquisite. Tendrils of excitement shot throughout my body and I quivered on her face. Selene pulled out of my sodden vagina and pushed the flat of her tongue up through my tingling folds and onto my clit. Her tongue flicked and swirled over the sensitive bud. I twitched and jerked. I tried to buck my hips against her but she held me fast. Selene’s mouth engulfed my clit and she sucked on it for all she was worth.

I cried out at the torrent of pleasure that was now radiating from my sex. I wanted, no, I needed to ride this woman’s face. To grind myself into her. Still, she held me fast. Her teeth caught my throbbing bud and pulled along its super sensitive flesh.

“Oh god Selene! Don’t stop, please. It feels so fucking good!” I cried out.

Selene listened to my plea as she continued to torment my clit with her teeth and tongue. My entire body was shaking and I fell forward, holding myself up with my outstretched arms. My whole body was being racked with pleasure as Selene continued to assault my pussy with her mouth.

I drew a sharp breath when Selene inserted two of her long slender fingers into my core. She slowly fucked me taking her mouth from my clit. With only one hand holding my hip I was now able to rock against her hand.

“You like that, baby?” she asked coyly.

I could only grunt my affirmative. She began to fuck me harder as she curled her fingers, searching for my g-spot. My orgasm was close. The pressure in my center had built to the point of overflow and would soon crest the meager barriers that held it back.

“Selene. Fuck yes. I’m gonna come!” I cried.

Then my body stiffened and her fingers quickly withdrew and were just as quickly replaced with her mouth. She sucked on my entrance just as my orgasm broke the levy and juices flowed in abundance from me into the waiting mouth of my lover.

My body shuddered and I collapsed on top of Selene. She pulled my quivering form down beside her and held me until my breathing calmed. She kissed my lips and I tasted myself on her. I wrapped my arms around her and snuggled against her heaving breasts.

“That was so wonderful. Thank you,” I said sleepily.

“My pleasure,” she murmured, stroking my hair as she held me close.

 

* * *

 

The sounds of chirping birds and the warmth of the morning sun on my face woke me. I stretched and yawned before opening my eyes. I was in the tent, under a blanket, and wearing my pajamas. I looked to the empty place beside me. Selene must have dressed me in my PJs before she left.

As I thought about all the things that happened during the previous night, I realized that the ever-present pull of the moon, something that had been with me for as long as I could remember, was gone. It was the morning after a full moon and I should be experiencing a very strong desire to masturbate. And yet I wasn’t. I felt completely sated.

Tentatively, I reached my hand inside my PJs and touched my clit. It was tender, a result of last night’s sex. I rubbed it for a moment and felt a familiar twinge of pleasure. I pulled my hand away and waited. The desire faded away.

“Maybe it was all true,” I said aloud.

The thought of no longer being in a constant state of arousal and being able to come whenever I wanted made me sad for a moment. But if everything Selene had told me was true, then I would be forever grateful for her intervention.

Smiling, I headed into the house for breakfast.

 

* * *

 

I stood just inside the entrance way, staring blankly at the vacant shop before me. Twenty-four hours ago, this had been Selene’s. Now it was just an empty space.

I had come to the mall to see Selene and to thank her again for the incredible night of sex and for saving my life, along with the hopes of maybe getting together again sometime. I felt a tear roll down my cheek and began to wonder if she had actually existed at all.

I turned to walk away when I heard a man’s voice calling to me.

“Excuse me, Miss?”

I turned back and saw an older man, dressed in a plaid shirt and a pair of denim overalls, appear from a back room of the empty shop. He was carrying a small cardboard box.

“Are you Amanda?” he asked as he approached me.

“Yes,” I answered nervously.

“The previous owner of this location told me you would be around today and asked me to give this to you,” he said as he handed me the box.

Accepting it, I asked, “Did she… say where she was going?”

He shook his head. “No. Just told me to give you this box.”

“Okay. Thanks,” I said.

He nodded, then turned and walked away.

Back in my room, I carefully opened the box and looked inside. Tissue paper and packing peanuts hid the contents. I gently tipped the box, letting the packing material fall out. Looking back in, I knew what I would find.

I reached in and gingerly pulled the item out. My eyes filled with tears as I gazed upon the statue of Luna that I had admired the day before in the store. A small note was taped to the base. I removed it and read:

I am so glad I found you in time. I wanted you to have this little gift, something to remember me by.

Love, Selene

I set the statue on my dresser and admired it.

Although I was free of the curse, it had left me with one very pleasant side effect. I would soon discover that during the night of the full moon, my sexual desire and subsequent orgasms would still be greatly amplified. Nikki would come to love the full moon just as much as I did.

THE END

By No One

Alex lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. She should have been asleep long ago, but her brain wouldn’t let her rest, occupied as it was with distracting thoughts. This had been happening a lot lately.

It had been three weeks since she’d caught her sister and her best friend doing dirty things in the living room, and the scene had been on her mind ever since.

It had been quite a shock to find Chloe, naked, crouching between Nettie’s legs, and doing that thing with her tongue to her sister’s—

No. She was trying to avoid thinking about that. Alex sighed, turned onto her side, and focused on the darkness behind her eyelids, trying hard to will herself to sleep.

She couldn’t stop wondering what that would feel like, though. A tongue licking her private parts. Or what about doing it to another girl? What would it taste like? It seemed so… so dirty. Nettie sure looked like she loved it, though, and even Chloe hadn’t seemed grossed out at all.

Alex knew that they’d done it again since then, too. They weren’t very subtle. When her mom wasn’t around and Chloe came over, she and Nettie kept exchanging kisses and touches when they thought Alex wasn’t looking. Or maybe they didn’t even care if she saw. Inevitably, they’d make some excuse after a while and go off to Nettie’s room. The sounds that drifted down the corridor left little doubt as to what was going on in there.

Once, Alex had crept up to Nettie’s door and listened. She figured the urgent moans were Chloe’s, and wondered what her sister could be doing to the girl to get such an enthusiastic response. She’d longed to take a peek, but in the end hadn’t dared to. Getting caught watching them that one time had been embarrassing enough. Still, she’d lingered by the door for a while — listening, imagining what was happening on the other side, growing increasingly flustered until she had to take some private time in her own room, hastily locking the door before falling back onto the bed, unfastening her shorts and…

Alex flushed at the memory; whether in embarrassment or excitement, she couldn’t quite tell. Maybe both.

“Darn it,” she whispered, turning to her other side. “Just sleep.”

She would certainly pin the blame on Chloe if she felt totally exhausted the next day. Not that she could even tell her friend why.

Chloe shouldn’t even be doing all this sex stuff anyway, Alex told herself. She’s only twelve! Still, Alex had promised not to tell, and intended to keep her word. She just wished the thought of it all didn’t make her all… bothered.

Alex had to admit that she felt a little left out by her best friend’s adventurous experiences. While she wasn’t too sure she’d want to try any of it herself, there was certainly an appealing thrill to it. She wasn’t even certain of where she stood exactly in terms of liking boys, but couldn’t deny that the idea of sex between girls had been having an effect on her.

In fact, she now realized that one of her hands had crept down to rest on her inner thigh. She frowned, knowing where that hand wanted to go. Where I want it to go, she admitted to herself. It was so messed up to do that while thinking about her friend and her sister, though. Especially her sister. Still, it might at least help me get to sleep.

Opening her eyes, she glanced at the alarm clock. Past midnight, she noted, annoyed. Her gaze drifted to her old teddy bear, sitting on the bedside table behind the clock, and she considered.

Finally, sighing in defeat, she reached out and grabbed the stuffed toy. “Just this time, though,” she told the bear, who didn’t respond. Of course, that’s what she’d said last time as well. And the times before that.

She rolled onto her stomach, briefly raising her hips to slide the toy underneath, expertly positioning it so that the more rigid part of its nose pressed against just the right spot at the front of her panties.

“Mmm,” she purred. Giving in did feel so good.

Mister Bear — five-year-old Alex hadn’t been particularly imaginative in naming the toy at the time — had been a regular companion in her self-pleasure since she’d discovered masturbation the year before. Until recently, she’d never had any specific images in mind when she did it, simply enjoying the gratification it brought her. Lately, though, the image of Chloe and Nettie having sex kept butting in, and she was rather ashamed to admit that it made rubbing herself feel even better.

This time, impatient to get her release and hopefully go to sleep, she welcomed the memory. In her mind, Chloe and Nettie were in front of her, both stark naked, the younger girl eagerly licking at the teenager’s intimate area.

Alex began to grind her hips against the teddy bear in a steady rhythm, each push feeling like a little bit of heaven spreading through her body. Yes, she’d really needed this. She wondered how it would feel if it was someone’s tongue between her legs instead. Maybe Chloe’s tongue. At that moment, the idea didn’t seem so weird.

Alex pulled up her t-shirt a bit and slipped a hand under it to caress her nascent breasts. They were still barely more than little bumps, but she’d found out it felt very nice to touch them when pleasuring herself. She had to admit to feeling a little jealous of Chloe’s more mature curves. Her friend had hit some kind of growth spurt this summer and was looking more womanly by the day — or so it seemed to Alex.

She envisioned Chloe standing in front of her, showing off her developing body in all its nude glory. The girl had a small, mischievous smile on her lips, as if she was daring Alex to look, maybe even to touch.

Would I touch her if she’d let me? Alex wondered — uncertain, but less so than she had been. As her mind’s eye wandered over Chloe’s nakedness, the thought certainly seemed at least a little tempting. Her friend’s body was a lot more appealing than her own skinny, flat, childish figure, that was for sure.

If her older sister was any indication, Alex didn’t have much hope of growing up to be a very shapely teenager. At seventeen, Nettie still had rather small breasts and was as reed-thin as she’d been at Alex’s age. She made it work, though, and was quite sexy, Alex had to admit, so she supposed there was hope for her.

It was odd, but the way Nettie unwittingly appeared in her mind — nude, sweaty, and in the throes of ecstasy — somehow made her all the more alluring. Not that Alex wanted to do those kinds of things with her own sister, of course, but… still, she was very beautiful.

Alex let out a soft moan as her arousal grew, fed by her imagination and by the blissful feeling between her legs. She remembered that Chloe had said that it felt even better when someone else did it to you. Alex had a hard time imagining anything better, but if that was really the case, she could understand why Chloe and Nettie were always at it.

She wondered what else they did together besides lick each other. They kiss, she supposed. Probably touch each other down there as well, just as she was doing with her teddy. Alex had to admit that having someone else touch you that way seemed like it could be a fun thing.

Increasingly turned on and suddenly craving more direct contact, Alex hastily pushed her panties down and kicked them off. After an instant’s consideration, she pulled her t-shirt off as well.

Now completely nude, she slipped a hand between her legs and found that she was soaking wet. That wasn’t much of a surprise. She gasped as her fingers teased the sensitive flesh. Her dirty mind, growing rebellious, envisioned Chloe’s fingers touching her instead.

“Oh God,” Alex whispered, ashamed at the thought.

Quickly, she withdrew her hand — then hesitated, flustered. Her sex was desperately aching for more, and she was too far along to quit. Slowly, she lowered herself back onto the stuffed toy and pressed the soft plush into her intimacy, drawing a low moan from her lips.

As she gave in to pleasure once more, her thoughts drifted back to Chloe. A stern voice in her head informed her that she was being a huge perv, thinking about her best friend doing dirty things to her like that. Alex had to agree, but though she blushed with embarrassment, found herself unable to stop. It just felt so good — and deep down, she knew it was because those fantasies were exciting her so much.

So she let go, allowing her imagination to run wild. In Alex’s mind, Chloe was touching her, their bodies pressed tightly together, and invited her to touch as well. Meanwhile, in the here and now, Alex ground her sex hard against the poor, abused teddy, kneading her breasts with both hands.

She soon had to bury her face in her pillow to muffle the moans that she couldn’t quite manage to hold in. She’d never been so turned on in her life. In her fantasy, she was rubbing herself off against Chloe’s hand, and it felt amazing.

She wanted this. No, she wanted something worse — or better, depending on just how dirty you were interested in getting. Alex wanted what she had seen Chloe do to her sister. She wanted her friend to — Alex remembered the words Chloe had used, and felt a thrill thinking them — to lick her pussy.

As the thought came to her, so did the familiar scene, popping up in her mind once again. Chloe kneeling between Nettie’s legs, licking her private parts — her pussy. Nettie loudly moaning her appreciation, her body quivering with pleasure. Alex had a pretty good idea of how her sister had felt, since she herself sensed her own pleasure growing, that same tension building inside her right at that moment.

Alex imagined herself seated on the other end of the couch, watching the pair of lesbian lovers. Unlike in reality, though, in this fanciful scenario Chloe raised her face from Nettie’s wet pussy, turned to Alex with a naughty smile on her lips, and slowly crawled over to her.

Nettie didn’t seem at all disappointed. She smiled, and suddenly produced a teddy bear out of nowhere, one that looked suspiciously like the one Alex was currently using. Sure enough, her imaginary big sister quickly put it to the very same use.

Weird, Alex thought, unsure what to make of her increasingly dirty fantasy. The vision of Nettie masturbating with her teddy bear should have totally creeped her out; instead, she found it strangely appealing in some way. Alex didn’t have time to ponder what that meant, though, because her mind’s own version of Chloe abruptly kissed her.

She had no idea what a lover’s kiss really felt like, but imagined it as a sort of tingly, pleasurable pressure on her lips. The truth was that she had never really given much thought to kissing before, though she could see how it might be a very exciting and sexy thing to share with someone. But Chloe — or Alex, really — had another kind of kiss on her mind, and the girl quickly got down on her knees, playfully nuzzled Alex’s tummy, then began to put her mouth to use in a much naughtier way.

Alex moaned loudly into her pillow as she imagined her friend kissing and licking her most intimate place. The excitement was nearly too intense to stand — her hungry sex felt like it was burning with pleasure, and her hips thrust wildly against her stuffed toy in search of satiation. She felt like she was going to explode.

And she did. With a great cry and the thought of Chloe’s tongue flicking on her sensitive bud seared into her mind, ecstasy overwhelmed her. She squeezed her thighs shut around the teddy bear, riding the waves of her orgasm for a long, wonderful moment, pure bliss filling her head and pushing away all conscious thought.

For a while, Alex lay panting, basking in the afterglow of the strongest orgasm she’d ever had. When she finally rolled onto her back, her mind starting to clear, she contemplated what she’d just done and fantasized about, unsure what to think of it all.

“God, you’re so weird,” she muttered to herself.

At the very least, she was now feeling extremely relaxed and would surely have no problem falling asleep. Just as soon as she cleaned up a bit, anyway. In the course of her excitement, she’d gotten herself rather messy.

With some effort, Alex sat up and took a look down at herself. Even in the pale light coming through the window, she could see glistening wetness between her legs, even on her inner thighs. She was still a bit shocked by how much that little fantasy scenario had turned her on.

“Jeez,” she mumbled, reaching towards the box of tissues on her bedside table.

As she was about to wipe off the excess of her arousal, a curious thought crossed her mind, and she paused, wondering. Can I do this? No, that’s totally perverted! Still, the idea awakened a naughty thrill deep within her, and she hesitated.

Alex slowly brought a hand down to her sex, and briefly probed between the lips with her index finger. Even more slowly, she brought the finger up near her face, furrowing her brow as she examined the moist tip.

She took a quick sniff, taking in a hint of the hard-to-describe aroma. It smelled of… well, sex, she supposed. Not entirely unfamiliar, since she’d played with herself before, of course. It was really a strange scent, though — not exactly pleasant, but at the same time reminiscent of lust and pleasure, so not exactly a turn-off, either.

Once again, Alex hesitated. Did she really want to do this? Excitement and disgust fought it out in her head. What would she taste like to Chloe? Or, for that matter… what would Chloe taste like?

Well, nobody’s gonna know about this, she finally decided, and quickly sucked on her fingertip.

It was a relief to find that the taste wasn’t gross, as she’d feared. It wasn’t even very strong, just a light taste of… once again, something difficult to describe. It wasn’t really bad at all, though, she concluded. Maybe it wouldn’t be so unpleasant to taste it from the source…

Flushing a little, she shook her head and pushed the thought away before it turned her on all over again. Instead, she finally used a fistful of tissues to clean herself up. Picking up her teddy bear, she noticed that the poor toy was also in need of a good clean-up, its fur damp with her wetness. “Sorry,” she whispered, shamefaced, as she tried to wipe it dry as best she could. She would definitely need to remember to put the stuffed toy in the washing machine on the next laundry day.

She made a move to put her shirt and panties back on, but decided instead to sleep in the nude — which was a little thrill of its own, though it didn’t seem like that big a step after what she’d done earlier.

Alex curled up comfortably under the blankets, idly wondering if she should try to talk to Chloe about any of these weird sexual thoughts and fantasies, but quickly sank into slumber before she could reach a conclusion.

*****

Chloe leisurely sipped her milkshake, sitting on a bench next to Alex and observing the mall crowd. There was still a long line at the Dairy Princess stand — Chloe preferred it to the reigning Queen — where they’d bought their snacks. She wondered if that was because it was an especially hot summer day, or if the ample cleavage of the young woman at the counter had anything to do with it.

She’d caught herself staring at the alluring flesh on display as she walked up to give her order. When she then forced her gaze up to meet the sexy cashier’s eyes, the girl winked at her. Chloe responded with a shy smile, wondering if she was being flirted with, or if the older girl just saw her as a child. She’d decided she much preferred to believe the former, so that’s what she did.

This was shaping up to be a great day. Hanging out with her best friend, wandering around the mall on their own like grown-ups. Glorious weather. A tasty milkshake. Getting a flirty look from a hot older girl — if that’s really what it was, anyway. And of course, the best was yet to come, when she’d get to see Nettie later on.

Chloe had actually wanted to invite the teenager to come to the mall with them, but apparently Nettie wasn’t functional before noon. Despite Alex’s warning, she’d knocked and poked her head into the darkness of Nettie’s room to extend her invitation, but only received a pillow clumsily thrown in her general direction as a response. Oh well, at least the girl should be up and about by the time they got back. Even better, Alex and Nettie’s mom was supposed to go out for an evening with friends later on, so there was a definite possibility of some fun with Nettie.

Smiling at the thought, she drained the dregs of her drink, then took her time carefully aiming her empty cup at a trashcan a few feet away.

“Nuh-uh,” Alex said, breaking her concentration. “You’re gonna blow it.”

“Oh yeah?” Chloe wasn’t exactly known for her athletic skills, but she had a good feeling about this one. Besides, a challenge had been issued — she couldn’t back down.

Taking a few seconds to focus, she made the throw in her best approximation of a successful trajectory. The cup flew through the air, then hit the rim of the trashcan, bouncing higher. There was a tense second where it was hard to determine where it would land, but finally, it came down on the opposite side of the rim for another short bounce before falling into the can.

“Bam!” Chloe exclaimed, turning smugly towards her friend.

Alex shrugged nonchalantly, as if she’d never cared about the result in the first place. “Lucky shot.”

“Psh.” Chloe elbowed the girl, making her laugh. Taking out her phone, she glanced at the time. “I guess we got half an hour left before we need to meet up with your mom. Pretty cool of her to let us look around on our own! My mom always wants me to follow right behind, like I’m gonna get lost in the mall or something.” She rolled her eyes.

“Uh-huh,” Alex agreed indistinctly as she yawned.

“What’s with you? You keep yawning today. Didn’t sleep well?”

Alex gave her a look, as if it was her fault somehow.

Chloe laughed. “What?”

Her friend made a face, then shook her head. “Never mind,” she said as she took the last bite of her ice cream cone. “So, what do we do now?” she asked, clearly changing the subject.

Chloe frowned, then shrugged, deciding to ignore Alex’s odd behavior. “Hmmm.” She pondered how to spend the remainder of their free time at the mall. Earlier, they’d visited the electronics store, roaming for a good while among the shelves of video games they couldn’t afford — though at least the store had been equipped with a demo station, where they’d taken turns trying out one of the latest games.

In fact, about the only thing they could afford was the snacks they had just finished.

“Let’s go check out some clothes,” Chloe decided.

“Sure. But we don’t have any money for that, either,” Alex pointed out.

“Doesn’t matter. We can look at least… maybe try on some cute things! Don’t need to pay if you’re just looking, right?”

Alex chuckled. “I guess not. So where do you wanna go, then? Over there?” She nodded towards a nearby store with some clothes on display, mostly geared towards children and preteens.

Chloe pursed her lips. “Hmm, nah. Some place less… kiddy.” She figured that, since they were free to do as they wanted, they might as well find a store with a more “interesting” selection.

Alex shrugged, following her friend towards a section of the mall they hadn’t explored yet. They passed a number of boutiques that seemed to carry exclusively dull and boring adult clothes, nothing they were interested in.

Chloe’s eyes were then drawn to a lingerie store, which was definitely more appealing. The display featured a large picture of a beautiful woman wearing fancy, lacy underwear — tastefully revealing while leaving plenty to the imagination. She stared for a moment, mesmerized by the sexy undies, but in the end wondering if the model wouldn’t look even better without what little she was wearing. Chloe would have certainly liked to find out, in private…

“Uh, yeah, that’s less ‘kiddy’ alright, but I don’t think they’re gonna let us try that kind of stuff on,” Alex said, interrupting her reverie.

Chloe grinned suggestively. “I guess… too bad, though!”

Her friend laughed, but a little nervously. Chloe noticed Alex’s eyes drifting to the alluring advertisement as well, and wondered if the girl’s thoughts were anywhere close to her own.

She hadn’t broached the subject of sex with her friend since the day she’d been caught with Nettie. She figured Alex must know that they were still doing it, but that fact thankfully didn’t seem to have affected their friendship.

The past couple of weeks had been the most exciting time of her young life, full of delightful discoveries and wicked fun with Nettie. Lately, though, there had been an unexpected development. When she couldn’t be with the sexy teenager and had to take her pleasure into her own hands — and she did seem to have developed quite the sexual appetite — she’d caught herself thinking about Alex instead.

It felt a little odd to think about her long-time best friend in that way, but maybe that was part of the appeal. They’d been like sisters for so long that there was a sinful thrill to the thought of pushing their relationship in a sexual direction. Whatever the reason for her sudden interest, though, she’d given herself an orgasm more than once at the idea of teaching Alex about the joys of sex, just like Nettie had taught her. In fact, in her wilder thoughts, the older girl sometimes joined in for the lesson. Thinking of both sisters together never failed to leave her dripping wet.

Chloe caught herself smiling as she walked down the mall corridor beside Alex, her face now growing warm as she realized she’d been lost in this lewd fantasy. No one could read her mind, thankfully, or they would certainly be shocked by her perverted ideas. Still, she couldn’t help wondering if there was any way to make her kinky daydream a reality.

It wasn’t a great moment to get all hot and bothered, though, so she pushed the thought away, chatting idly with Alex instead as they continued through this wing of the mall.

After a moment, they passed by a store that was clearly aimed at teenagers and young adults, offering a variety of trendy fashion and attempts at clever slogans. Some of it tried a bit too hard to be cool or edgy, but they had some nice outfits as well. “Let’s check out this one,” Chloe proposed.

Alex followed her in and they spent some time perusing the racks. Chloe soon found a tiny black tank top with spaghetti straps, which had the word “tease” printed on it in pink. Bet Nettie would like this one a lot. She grinned as she showed Alex her discovery.

The other girl snorted. “Oh yeah. Your mom would love that.”

Chloe burst out laughing when she imagined the face her mother would make if she saw her wearing something like this. “For sure. She’s not who I had in mind, though,” she pointed out with a sly smile.

“God,” Alex sighed, rolling her eyes. “Is that all you think about?”

“Pretty much,” Chloe answered after an instant of consideration. “Anyhow, I think I’m gonna try it on, just for fun.”

“Really?” Alex shook her head, but with a chuckle. “Well, whatever floats your boat, but I’m picking something a bit less, uh, slutty.”

“Fine, be boring,” Chloe teased lightly, though she was actually a little disappointed she wouldn’t get to see Alex in something sexy. She continued to look about until she spied a skirt that matched her top. It appeared to be made of black leather — though probably not the genuine article, judging by the price tag, not that she could afford it either way — and looked like it would end well above her knees.

There were a few other things that would be fun to try on, but they were getting short on time, so this set would have to do. She made her way towards the dressing room, Alex close behind with an outfit of her own.

As it turned out, only one stall was free when they got there.

“Go ahead, I’ll wait,” Alex offered.

Chloe was about to do just that when a much more interesting option popped into her head. “Let’s just share it,” she proposed, turning back to her friend.

“Oh, uh… okay, I guess,” Alex hesitantly agreed, raising an eyebrow.

Chloe winked, and they filed into the last free stall. While it wasn’t very roomy, there was space enough for two small girls. They paused for a moment, looking at each other, suddenly uncertain of how to proceed.

Chloe was about to just start taking off her clothes when Alex chose to turn around before doing the same. Chloe couldn’t help feeling a little frustrated; she had hoped they might share a sexy moment as they watched each other undress, maybe see if Alex had any interest in checking her out.

Still, this view isn’t bad, she noted, ogling the other girl’s panty-clad butt when her shorts came down. She was tempted to reach out and grab a handful, but figured that would be way too bold a move for the moment.

Instead, Chloe quickly stripped down to her own underwear, then wriggled into the top and skirt she’d brought. The little tank top hugged her figure flatteringly while leaving quite a bit of belly exposed, and the short skirt reached down to around mid-thigh. On a taller girl, it really wouldn’t hide much at all.

Chloe examined herself appreciatively in the mirror. She looked very good, if she did say so herself. Alex turned to the mirror as well now that she was done dressing, and Chloe had to laugh at her pink t-shirt, which said STOP READING MY SHIRT!

“Cute,” she approved. Her eyes went down to her friend’s plaited skirt, which was rather longer than hers. Each plait was a different color. “And that’s uh… nice. If you’re thinking of going as a rainbow for Halloween, that is.”

Alex stuck out her tongue. “Well, I like it.” Nodding to herself, she spun to one side, then the other, admiring the colorful effect.

“What about me?” Chloe asked, striking up a model-like pose. She enjoyed watching her friend’s eyes roam up and down her body.

“Wow, yeah, you look uh… well… really sexy,” Alex said after a moment. Was she blushing a little?

Chloe grinned. “Don’t I?” She had to wonder if her friend meant “sexy,” in a general way, or if Alex really found her attractive. She intended to find out soon.

She turned back to the mirror to inspect her outfit again. “Do you think it would look better without the bra?” It did seem a bit silly to have the straps showing like that.

“Um… I guess it’s probably made to go without,” Alex said slowly.

Chloe pondered for a moment. Then with a careless shrug, she reached under the top to unhook her bra, maneuvering with some difficulty to remove it without taking off her top entirely. Still, quite a bit of skin was exposed in the process, and she watched in amusement as Alex alternately looked away, then glanced back at the suggestive display. Now the girl was definitely blushing.

“Yeah, that’s better,” Chloe concluded as she looked at herself once more in the mirror. Oh yeah, sexy for sure, she thought with a smile, examining herself from different angles. I wish Nettie could see me now.

Struck by an idea, she reached down to fetch her phone from the pocket of her discarded shorts, then started up the camera app. It would be years before she’d be able to dress this way without getting grounded by her mom for eternity, so she could at least take some pictures.

“What are you doing?” Alex asked in disbelief as Chloe tried to find a position to take a decent selfie in the cramped space.

“I want to show Nettie.” Ignoring her friend’s umpteenth eye roll, Chloe pushed her phone into the girl’s hands. “Here, you take a pic.” She probably could have just used the mirror, but wanted to gauge Alex’s reaction.

“Err, okay…?” Alex held the phone gingerly, as if she’d never operated such a device before.

Chloe winked at her and took a pose that she hoped was seductive, thrusting her chest forward and tilting her head slightly downwards while glancing up at the camera. There was a clicking sound as Alex took the picture. Chloe decided to try out a few more poses: sideways, raising an eyebrow at the camera; from the back, her head turned to offer a smile; one more from the front, her hands raised up behind her head. Each time, her friend dutifully snapped a photo.

Chloe found she was actually enjoying this improvised modeling session very much. It made her feel sexy, and she decided to get even more daring. First, she lifted up the hem of her top, exposing skin from her belly to just under her breasts — then doing the opposite, pulling the top down tight, showing off a generous amount of cleavage. Turning around, she bent over, giving a cheeky grin to the camera. Alex kept taking pictures, though her face was growing progressively redder with each shot.

“This is fun!” Chloe laughed as she straightened up. “What do you think? Good stuff?”

“Um, y-yeah… I mean, I’m sure Nettie will love those…” Alex stammered. She was looking at Chloe, her eyes wide.

“I hope so!” While Chloe was eager for the older girl to see her naughty pictures, for the moment she was more curious about what Alex had thought of the show. If she judged her friend’s reaction correctly, she suspected the girl had not been left entirely indifferent to what she’d just seen. She figured it was time to get more direct. “What about you, though?”

“M-me?”

“Yeah. Did you… like?”

“O-oh! Um, I… I mean… m-maybe?”

Chloe grinned. She was pretty sure Alex was far less uncertain than she made it sound. “Oh, really?” she asked teasingly, taking a step closer to her friend.

“Well, I mean… it’s…” Alex began, then she took a long breath and let it out slowly. “I’ve kinda been meaning to talk to you about, um… Well, I’ve been thinking about… this stuff… lately.”

“This stuff?”

“You know… what I saw with you and Nettie, and… sex stuff, and… girls, and… y-you…” she explained haphazardly, avoiding eye contact.

“Yeah? And… what did you think?” Chloe took another step closer, her heart beating frantically. She was fairly certain that what she’d wished for was coming true.

“That… maybe it’s not so bad… kind of exciting, really…” Alex swallowed, then dared to meet Chloe’s eyes for a moment.

“It really, really is,” Chloe assured her, smiling encouragingly. She took another step, and suddenly there was barely an inch between them.

This was the moment. Or was it? She was growing nervous now. What if it was too soon? She didn’t want to freak Alex out. Still… she had to try.

“Do you… wanna kiss?” she finally made herself ask, sounding far less confident than she’d meant to.

Alex’s eyes widened, her mouth worked soundlessly for an instant, then she gave a nervous laugh. “O-okay,” she whispered, then quickly added, “but I don’t know how. I mean, I know how, but like, I don’t really—”

“It’s fine,” Chloe interrupted. “Okay” was all she’d needed to hear. “I’ll show you. First, close your eyes.”

Alex gave her a timid smile, then obeyed. She looked very nervous. She looked beautiful.

Chloe wondered why she’d never really paid attention to her best friend’s charms until recently.  True, she had been rather fixated on Nettie. The two sisters had very different looks, but she noticed similarities too, now that she examined the younger sibling very closely, in the shape of the nose and the mouth. Heart racing, she wondered if Alex would be just as much fun in bed. She hoped to find out very soon.

“Now, open your mouth just a little,” Chloe instructed, and she watched as the other girl parted her lips, waiting expectantly. Reaching out, she pushed a strand of her friend’s pretty blonde hair out of the way, and caressed her cheek with a finger, making Alex start slightly at the contact.

Now came the most important step. Closing her own eyes, Chloe let her lips lightly brush against her friend’s, then pressed them more purposefully to Alex’s mouth, leading into a soft kiss. She broke it after a few seconds, letting the other girl get used to the sensation, before going back for another, putting more passion into it this time.

She was delighted to feel Alex’s lips begin to move against her own, responding to her increasing ardor. They kissed for a long time in this manner and it was just as thrilling as Chloe had hoped, the weirdness of kissing her best friend turning into pure excitement.

“Wow,” Alex breathed afterwards, “that was… nice.”

“Just nice?” Chloe teased.

“Really nice. Like, way better than I thought. I kind of expected it to feel good on the lips, I guess? But that was… I dunno, I feel tingly all over,” the girl explained, giggling shyly.

“I know what you mean.” Chloe was feeling the exact same way — tingles and warmth all over, especially between her legs. She wanted more. “It gets even better, though,” she said before pressing her body against Alex’s, gently pushing the girl against the wall and meeting her lips once more.

They kissed with even more passion, and after a moment, Chloe decided to push things further and slipped her tongue into her friend’s mouth. A startled Alex froze for a moment, though she allowed the invading tongue to enter.

Chloe had become quite skilled at French kissing after a few weeks of fooling around with Nettie, and she playfully teased and prodded Alex’s tongue, coaxing her into action. The other girl giggled a little at first but was soon led into an increasingly passionate dance of lips and tongues that left them both out of breath.

“Wow,” Alex said again after their kiss ended. She stared at Chloe, looking a little shocked by what she’d just experienced.

Chloe grinned. “Right? Pretty fun, huh?”

“Y-yeah.” The girl laughed, a little nervously, still. “That was kind of… overwhelming. But fun, yeah. That’s French kissing, right? I guess I see now why people like that. That’s better than I thought, too.”

“Sounds like you’ve been thinking a lot about kissing.”

“Um, well… maybe a little.”

Chloe’s grin widened. “Oh, really? And what else do you think about?” she asked, eager to know more.

“Erm,” Alex faltered. Her blush, which had faded a little, now came back in full force.

“That bad, huh?” Chloe laughed. This was getting very interesting. “You’re not all that innocent yourself, sounds like,” she teased.

“Hey, it’s not my fault, okay?” Alex hotly retorted. “You and Nettie are always… doing it! You think I can’t see ‘cause you close the door, but you’re not being quiet, by the way. It’s really… distracting! I can’t help if it makes me think about… stuff.”

Chloe only laughed harder at her friend’s outburst. “Oops. Sorry! It’s kinda hard keeping quiet when… ‘stuff’ happens, you know. Would you prefer we left the door open so you can watch, then?”

Alex blinked at her for an instant, then couldn’t help laughing as well. “Well, that would at least be the — the polite thing to do!” she continued in mock outrage.

Joke or not, Chloe liked the sound of that. She was interested in a hands-on approach even more, though. “Or… I could just show you,” she offered, reaching down to lightly touch her friend’s thigh under her skirt.

Alex jumped, then quickly seized Chloe’s hand to stop her. “Not here!” she hissed urgently, looking around the stall wide-eyed, as if she’d just remembered where they were.

Chloe shrugged, slightly disappointed, but she hadn’t really expected that stunt to work anyway. “Okay, well, maybe later then?” she asked hopefully.

“Um, m-maybe…” Alex hesitated. “You’re pretty convincing, I guess…”

Chloe smiled and leaned in for another kiss, hoping to add weight to her argument. She was happy to find her friend returning the kiss with enthusiasm. The girl was quickly becoming more confident and skillful, and Chloe was certain she would be a great kisser in no time. Then there were a few other things, all of which she’d hopefully get to teach Alex very soon.

“Yeah, like that,” Alex continued, giggling. “But, um… we’ll see, okay? Not really sure how much I’m ready for,” she added in a more serious tone.

“Sure, that’s cool,” Chloe said. She didn’t want to push her friend too much, and there was no real rush, after all. Admittedly, though, this little make-out session had left her feeling very horny.

“You’ll probably be too ‘busy’ with Nettie, anyway,” Alex pointed out, making a face.

Chloe shrugged helplessly. She couldn’t deny that was also a strong possibility. In fact, in her current state, the sooner she could get into Nettie’s bed, the better. Something she had just said came to mind, though, and the outline of a plan began to form in her head. “Maybe I will leave the door open for real, though, in case you want to watch… or, y’know, join in,” she said with a wink.

Alex’s eyebrows shot up, and she let out a surprised squeak. “Uh…” she began to say, but was suddenly interrupted by a beeping sound coming from her hand. She blinked down in surprise at Chloe’s phone, which she was still holding.

“Oh, that’s the reminder alarm I set earlier. We’re supposed to meet your mom in a few minutes,” Chloe explained, disappointed.

“Oh, crap. We better change quick.”

“Yeah,” Chloe agreed, smiling as a thought came to her, “real quick.” Holding her friend’s gaze, she casually pulled her top over her head and tossed it on the floor, next to the bra she’d discarded earlier.

Alex didn’t try to look away this time. In fact, her eyes were glued to the exposed breasts, and Chloe enjoyed every second of the attention. Alex’s blushing was pretty cute, she decided, and wondered if that’s what she’d been like that first time with Nettie. “What? I’m just changing,” she said innocently, though making no move to actually put on any clothes.

Alex gave her a look — not buying the act, but still unable to keep from staring. Suddenly, with a mischievous smile of her own, she raised up the phone and framed Chloe for a picture.

“Heeeey!” Chloe cried out, raising her arm against her chest, suddenly much less interested in exposing herself.

“What? I thought you wanted sexy pictures,” Alex said, mimicking Chloe’s mock-innocent tone.

This sounded very much like a dare, and Chloe was not one to back down from a challenge from her friend. Besides, she really wanted to see Alex’s reaction. Lowering her arms, she cupped her breasts with both hands while giving the sexiest smile she could muster for the camera.

Alex’s response did not disappoint: her jaw hung open and she seemed to forget that she’d intended to take pictures at all. Recovering something of her composure after a moment, she seemed unsure whether to go through with it, then tentatively took a couple of snapshots while Chloe maintained the sexy pose. Finally lowering the phone, she was left still staring, biting her bottom lip.

Just like Nettie does, Chloe thought, amused. She figured it was time to get dressed, though, or they’d be there all day. “Alright, show’s over.” She snatched her bra from the floor and put it on while raising an eyebrow at Alex, wondering if the girl would turn her back to change this time.

She watched as Alex hesitated briefly, then finally tugged the shirt over her head, revealing her bra-clad chest. Her breasts were little more than bumps, but Chloe found them very sexy all the same. Pleasant thoughts of exploring the other girl’s body in far more detail came to mind. She smiled as her friend once again reddened a little under her appraising gaze, though Alex responded with a timid smile of her own.

They quickly finished changing back into their own clothes, both of them taking peeks at each other along the way. Once dressed, Alex handed Chloe her phone back. “Ready?” she asked, a hand on the door handle.

“Almost,” Chloe said before stepping up close and giving Alex one last quick kiss.

They stepped back into the store giggling, quickly dumped the clothes they had tried on more or less where they’d found them, then hurried off to meet up with Alex’s mom.

Chloe smiled, already anticipating the naughty fun she and Alex might get up to in time. It might be wishful thinking, but somehow she had the sneaking suspicion that her friend was a lot more into the idea than her bashful demeanor suggested. She certainly planned to put that notion to the test.

By Amanda Lynn

Ever since I was a little girl, I had been fascinated with the moon and the pale light it cast upon the landscape. On those magical nights when the moon’s position in the night sky would bring it into view from my bed, I would force myself to stay awake and watch it slowly arc from one side of my window to the other. I marveled at how its light would fill my room, chasing all but the most stubborn of shadows away, if only for a few fleeting minutes.

There was something mystical about it, as if it were alive, tangible. I would push my covers aside and let the moon’s glow wash over me. Sometimes I would get out of bed and go to the window, and on tiptoes would look out at my backyard. The pale light gave an eerie illumination to everything below me. I missed it when it wasn’t there, when it was waning toward the new moon, or if the clouds were too thick to allow its light through.

But when the moon was waxing I could almost sense it. I didn’t know how or why, but I would get more and more excited, anxiously waiting for the sun to set on the nights leading up to the full moon. My mom would laugh and tease me, saying I must be part werewolf.

Because of my fascination with the moon, for my tenth birthday my parents bought me a telescope, along with a big book that covered everything lunar, be it scientific or mythical. In addition to these, I received a large glow-in-the-dark poster of the moon that I pinned to the ceiling above my bed. With these new tools I studied the moon, and every chance I got, regardless of the season, I would be out on our deck with my telescope staring at the shiny globe as it traveled across the heavens. My mother would sometimes have to pry me away when bedtime rolled around.

It wasn’t long after my eleventh birthday that the first indications of puberty began to show. My breasts were budding and sensitive to the touch, fuzz began to grow on my pubic mound, and the desire to touch myself in the most private of places became necessary. Up until then, I had never masturbated, though I knew what it was from schoolyard talk and the like. It was around then that my love affair with the moon changed from mere childish fascination to something more intimate.

I first touched myself with purpose while reading a book I had borrowed from the library. I don’t recall the title, but I do remember the very steamy love scene between two young women that been extremely erotic and descriptive without being lewd or vulgar. Looking back on it now, I don’t think I’d even realized I was touching myself until a very intense wave of pleasure shook my young body.

It scared me at first, but my inquisitive mind prevailed and, tentatively exploring at first, I brought myself to another strong climax. It then became a nightly routine, and it didn’t take me long to realize that each night as the full moon approached, my orgasms were becoming more intense.

On the evening of the full moon, I would lie naked on top of my covers, the moonlight washing over me as if a thousand fingers were caressing my body from head to toe. I spread my legs and slowly rub my exposed pussy. My young clit was alive and begged to be touched. As the moon came into view through the window, my fingering became more vigorous, more aggressive, as if somehow the moon itself was controlling my hand.

As I stared at the silvery-white disk that hung outside my window, a powerful force washed over me. I shook and moaned. One hand grasping at the sheets while the other was trapped against my throbbing pussy in the vice-like grip of my thighs. It took everything I had to keep from screaming as my orgasm took me to the moon and back. I had become a slave to the moon, much like the ebb and flow of the ocean tides. The strength and number of orgasms I seemed to have or maybe even craved were dependent on the cycles of the moon.

 

* * *

 

“Please, Daddy,” I begged.

My fingers laced together, hands at my chest, I looked across the dinner table at him. Pushing my bottom lip out in a pout, I batted my eyelashes at him. He never could resist when I gave him a show of big brown puppy dog eyes.

“Don’t!” he said, pointing a finger in my direction as if chastising me. The corners of his mouth twitched upward, however, betraying his attempt to maintain a facade of the stern parent.

“Don’t what, Daddy?” I asked, in my most innocent little girl voice.

“This is all your fault, you know,” he complained to my mother who was smiling broadly, apparently taking great pleasure at my father’s plight.

“What!? How is it my fault?” she said, shooting him a dirty look.

“She’s only fourteen and already she knows how to use her feminine charms.” He used air quotes with the word ‘feminine’.

“And?” Mom asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, she learned them all from you. And it’s not fair.” He shoveled another forkful of mashed potatoes into his mouth.

“You poor baby. Now, is there any legitimate reason she can’t sleep in the tent tomorrow night?”

Dad looked up from his plate. First at me, still pleading with my eyes, then over to my mother who looked at him with raised eyebrows, apparently waiting for a response.

“I had planned on taking the tent down tomorrow,” he said defiantly, knowing full well that he’d already lost the battle.

“You can take it down Saturday,” Mom said matter-of-factly, not really giving him a choice. Turning to me, she asked, “Would that work for you, Amanda?”

Nodding, I jumped up from my chair and wrapped my arms around my father. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you, Daddy,” I chirped as I gave him a big kiss on the cheek.

He slowly shook his head as stared at his plate, using his fork to play with his food.

“My life is over,” he said, with an intentionally dramatic loud sigh.

My mother chuckled and said in a sultry voice, “You know, if you’re a good boy, maybe later I’ll show you some of my own feminine charms.”

Dad looked up, a smile immediately spreading across his face, and my stomach turned.

“Gross,” I muttered.

“Now, sweetie, we’re people too,” Dad said with a laugh.

“No, you’re not. You’re my parents, and I shouldn’t be subjected to that sort of talk. I’m sure displays of affection in front of your children is some kind of child abuse or something,” I joked as I got up and started clearing the table.

They laughed and Mom got up to help me with the dishes. Dad, however, took a beer from the fridge before making his way to the living room to watch the news.

 

* * *

 

Dressed in my robe, hair wrapped in a towel, I closed my bedroom door and walked over to the lunar calendar that hung on the wall, verifying the information I knew all too well.

I really didn’t need to look at the calendar, because I could feel the pull of the approaching full moon. My clit was throbbing, as it had been all day. My pussy was wet, it was always wet, though over the last couple of years I had taught myself how to suppress my desires, how to push that to the back of my mind. I had become Vulcan, a teenage girl version of Mr. Spock — as far as my sexual urges were concerned, anyway. But now that the sun had disappeared below the horizon, and I was in the privacy of my own room, I could relax the control over my needs.

I dropped my robe and gazed at the reflection of my slender naked form in the full-length mirror which hung on my wardrobe door. I moaned softly as I pushed a finger through my slick folds, gathering the creamy juices that coated them. I brought the slippery finger to my engorged clit, rubbing it as I looked at the clock on the wall.

Very soon the moon would be in position. I stepped to my bed and flopped down on my back. I toyed with my clit as the moonlight slowly moved across me. Groaning, I pushed a finger into my core. As it had done so many times before, the moon came into view.

“Yes,” I sighed.

I felt the full effect of the pastel light as it touched me like a long-absent lover. It covered me in a blanket of its silver glow, caressing me with an imagined warmth. My hips pushed up against my hand as I drove my finger as deep as I could into my vagina. The pressure inside was quickly building.

“Fuck yes!” I moaned.

I fought to keep my voice to a whisper as I groaned with each bolt of lightning that shot from my core to the rest of my body. My room was quickly becoming full of the heady smell of my sex. The moonlight played on my skin, pulling at me as if beckoning me to reach climax. Its power over me was so strong, I couldn’t explain it if I wanted to.

My finger moved with rapid, steady thrusts inside my sopping pussy. My other hand flitted across my clit just as rapidly. It wouldn’t be long now, each nerve ending was firing in rapid succession.

I squirmed and twitched, and just as the moon passed from view, a high-pitched whine escaped from my lips and a torrent of intense pleasure slammed into me. My body stiffened and shook, and it felt like I was floating above the bed as wave after wave of heavenly ecstasy overloaded my senses.

When I finally came to, it was still night and the moonlight was all but gone. Physically exhausted, I crawled under the blankets and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

 

* * *

 

I woke early the next morning because it was a school day, but also because of the excitement of tonight’s full moon. I washed and dressed, but before making my way downstairs for breakfast, I paused in front of my mirror and took several slow deep breaths, calming the desire that was slowly building in my core. My previous night’s orgasm had helped take the edge off, but I knew that wouldn’t last for long.

“Morning, Mom,” I said as I entered the kitchen and grabbed the box of Corn Flakes from the cupboard.

“Morning, honey,” she replied. She was sitting at the table sipping her coffee.

Sitting down at my usual spot, I poured the cereal into the bowl that Mom had already set out for me. Adding some milk, I began to eat.

“Looking forward to sleeping outside tonight?” Mom asked, just as I shoved the spoon in my mouth.

I just nodded my response.

“Full moon tonight?” Mom asked.

She was aware of my love of the moon. I wondered what she would think if she knew of how it molested me, how it gave me such pleasure, and brought me to such incredible climaxes.

“Yeah. And a super moon too,” I replied with a grin.

Mom stood and moved quickly to the counter as if she had suddenly remembered something important. Picking up a twenty-dollar bill, she returned to her chair.

“Dad said you’d need to put new batteries in the camping lantern if you want to use it tonight.” She handed me the cash. “Stop off at the mall on your way home and pick some up.”

“Okay,” I said, pushing the money into my pocket.

Once I was finished eating, I brushed my teeth, then set out for school.

The morning seemed to drag on and I found it hard to focus in class. Most of my concentration was aimed at suppressing the need to touch myself. Even though moonrise was still many hours away, its effect on me was strong. All morning I squirmed in my seat and squeezed my thighs together trying to find just an iota of relief.

“Are you okay?” I heard a whispered voice from my right. It was my friend Nikki.

I looked over at her and faked a smile. “Need to pee,” I lied.

She looked at me quizzically. “Are you sure that’s all you need?” she winked. She was such a flirt.

Before I could reply, a loud buzzer signaled the end of the last class of the morning. I stood, grabbed my backpack, and headed for the door, calling over my shoulder to Nikki, “I’ll catch up with you in the cafeteria.”

I walked quickly down the hall, and when I was sure I wouldn’t be noticed I ducked into the gym and made my way to the girls’ locker room. I knew it would be deserted this time of day, but I cautiously looked around anyway before entering a small area off the locker room where the toilet stalls were.

Quickly, I stepped into the nearest stall. I closed the door and dropped my backpack. I hurriedly undid my jeans and pushed both them and my panties down to my ankles before sitting on the toilet and spreading my thighs as far as I could. Biting my lower lip, I pushed two fingers into my wet folds. I had been oozing arousal all morning, soaking my panties. I touched the pads of two lubed fingers to my swollen clit.

Moaning at the sensation, I vigorously rubbed my sensitive bud. All I wanted to do was come, to soothe the ache between my legs, to give myself a little bit of a reprieve from the powerful grip of the approaching moonrise. It didn’t take long for my first pulsing orgasm to rip through me.

During the fifteen minutes I sat on the toilet, I brought myself to three powerful climaxes. Had anyone walked in the bathroom, I probably wouldn’t have noticed, nor would I have been able to stop myself even if I tried. Though not completely sated, it would have to be enough to get me through the rest of the day. I calmed myself with a deep breath, then freshened up at the sink before making my way to the cafeteria.

 

* * *

 

At 3:00 PM, I got off the number 23 bus when it stopped in front of the mall. Entering, I headed for the shops at the far end, turning right into the bargain store. Finding the batteries I needed, I paid for them and exited.

That was when I noticed a new store across the way that I figured must have just opened, as I couldn’t remember seeing it before. A large black sign above the entrance was decorated with stars and crescent moons and read “Selene’s” in silver letters. From where I stood, I could see racks with jewelry, scarves, and other small items lining glass shelves.

I decided to take a look and headed toward the shop. A strange shiver ran through me as I entered, and I paused to take in my surroundings. Somewhere inside, incense was burning and the pleasant sounds of instrumental music filled the air. Browsing the wares, I discovered many different types of rings made of gold and silver and other materials I couldn’t identify. Some were inlaid with stones or jewels. There were necklaces and bracelets, tee shirts and scarves.

Along the side wall were various wall hangings and decorations. On shelves were statuettes of Isis, Ra, Osiris, and Bast. Many other Egyptian-like trinkets also adorned the shelves. In the back of the shop I stopped when I saw an 18-inch glazed white ceramic statue of a beautiful woman. She sat on the lower curve of a crescent moon, draped in a revealing garment.

I felt drawn toward her, and my skin prickled as I approached the statue. I sighed in disappointment, however, when I saw the three-hundred-dollar price tag. But it was so beautiful that I just stood and admired it.

“Do you know who she is?” a soft female voice asked from somewhere behind me.

Startled, I spun to see who had spoken. My breath caught and I think my heart may have stopped beating for a moment.

She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Probably in her mid-thirties, she was tall and curvy. The black dress she wore hugged her frame, revealing the smooth slope of her cleavage and showing off her narrow waist and slightly broader hips. Glossy black hair hung past her shoulders, and her big brown eyes sparkled. Her smile showcased perfect white teeth that stood in sharp contrast against the olive skin of her oval face.

“I am sorry. I did not mean to frighten you,” she said.

Even her accent was sexy. Mediterranean, I guessed. I could feel my arousal grow. Was it the moon, or her?

“Luna,” I said.

“I beg your pardon?” A look of confusion crossed her face.

“The statue. It’s Luna, Roman goddess of the moon.”

Her smile widened. “You are correct. How did you know?”

“The moon fascinates me. It has as long as I can remember,” I replied.

“I see. That is interesting. My name is Selene,” she said as she offered me her hand.

“Amanda,” I said, taking her hand.

At the moment we touched, I was overwhelmed by an intense surge of pleasure. My vision blurred and my knees buckled as I lapsed into unconsciousness.

 

* * *

 

When I came to, I found myself sitting on the floor, propped up against a display case. I was confused and disoriented, but what was even more bizarre was that I felt sexually satisfied.

I looked at the woman who was squatting beside me, a glass of water in her hand.

“Wha… what happened?” I asked.

“You seem to have fainted,” she said softly, handing me the glass. “Here, drink some water. It will make you feel better.”

I took the glass and emptied its contents. Handing it back to her, I tried to stand up.

When I wobbled a bit, Selene instinctively reached out and took my arm as she stood with me. Nothing strange happened this time. Maybe I had simply fainted. But that wouldn’t explain the mind-blowing orgasm I’d had. Or at least I thought I’d had. I waited a few moments until my head cleared and I got my sea legs back.

Selene looked at me with concern on her face. “Are you sure you are all right? Maybe you should call someone to come get you.”

She gently rubbed my shoulder. The touch of her hand was soothing and also strangely familiar, as if I had felt it somewhere before.

I looked into her eyes and felt myself being drawn to her. I wanted to wrap my arms around this woman and hold her. I leaned forward, my lips parting. I needed to kiss those perfect full lips. The heat between my legs grew and radiated outward. Selene was turning me on from just a simple touch.

Selene let go of me, and the trance was broken. Quickly I pulled back and looked down at the floor. The heat in my face surpassed that of my pussy.

“No, that’s okay,” I said, still avoiding eye contact. “I’m fine. But I really need to get going. Thank you for helping me.”

“Not a problem. I am glad I could help,” she said with a smile. “But before you go, may I ask you a question?”

“Uh, okay, I guess,” I said, looking up at her shyly.

“Do you feel it?”

“Feel what?” I asked. Not really wanting to know.

Her eyes became dark as they fixed on mine. “The moon. Do you feel it? Does it call to you?” she said in a serious tone. Her gaze narrowed as if she was trying to peer into my very soul.

I felt fear. Uncertainty. Desire? I quickly looked around, finding the exit. Panic gripped me and my stomach twisted as if my deepest darkest secret had just been revealed to the world.

“I… um… I need to go. Thanks again,” I said shakily. Grabbing my backpack, I bolted from the shop.

How could she know about that? Who was she? I moved quickly through the mall, almost running, and didn’t look back until I was out the main entrance. Panting, I stood at the side of the road, glancing back at the doors for any sign of Selene. Thankfully, I had to wait only a minute before my bus arrived.

During the ride home, my thoughts were filled with the beautiful woman in the store. Just thinking of her caused delicious little fingers of pleasure to flash across my sex. Who was she? And what was it that had happened when we touched hands? And how the fuck did she know about my connection to the moon?

I tried my best to push the woman and the events in her shop from my mind. I wasn’t going to let that experience ruin my plans for the evening.

It was the perfect night. The forecast called for clear skies and nothing more than a light breeze. The overnight temperature would be in the low 70s, quite warm for the first week of September. I had dreamt about doing something like this for a very long time, and tonight I was finally going to be able to do it.

When I got home, the house was empty as Mom and Dad were still at work. I went to my room and began preparing for my night outside. I picked out the pajamas I was going to wear and laid them on the bed for later. I then grabbed my pillow and got a couple of light blankets from the linen closet before heading for the tent. I noticed the windows had been unzipped and the queen size air mattress was inflated and waiting for me inside. I smiled, knowing my father had done this for me on his lunch hour.

I unfolded one blanket and laid it on the mattress. The other I tossed at the foot, while the pillow went to the head, which was closest to the front of the tent. Back in the house I found the camping lantern and changed the batteries. I gathered up a few other items I figured I might need and put them in my backpack after I emptied it of school stuff. Passing near my dresser, I spied my hairbrush — the one whose smooth handle with the bulbous end got far more use than its bristles. I giggled at my naughty thought and tossed it into my bag.

 

* * *

 

After I finished helping Mom with the supper dishes, I went to my room and changed into my PJs, then put on a light robe and slippers. While I still had some daylight left, I made my way outside to get myself setup in the tent. Once done, I popped back inside the house long enough to say good night to my folks.

“Goodnight, sweetie,” my mother said as she kissed my cheek. “Have fun and try not to stay up all night looking at the moon.”

“Okay.”

“And no boys sneaking over in the middle of the night!” I heard my dad call from the living room.

He was joking, of course. But my mother and I looked at each other with sly grins and giggled at our shared secret. She knew that if I were going to sneak anyone over for some late-night naughtiness, it would be Nikki.

“G’night, Mom.” I said, kissing her cheek. “And don’t worry, no one’s coming over.” I smiled and headed out the patio door.

I crawled into the tent and discarded my robe and kicked off my slippers. Getting comfortable on the mattress, I dug the radio out of my backpack and turned it on. Once I tuned in my favorite station, I set it aside, then pulled out a novel and began to read as I waited for moonrise.

When the sun dipped below the horizon I turned on the camping lantern. I put the book down as I was finding it harder to concentrate on what I was reading. I lay on my back and stared out the window of the tent and watched the slowly darkening sky.

The occasional gust of warm air rustled leaves of the trees lining our property, and the crickets were beginning to play their nightly song. I undid the first couple of buttons on my pajama top and let my hand go to my small breast. Moaning softly, I circled a finger around my pebbled nipple.

It was probably going to be a couple of hours before I could be entirely sure my parents were asleep and I could venture outside to bring my fantasy to fruition. I closed my eyes and listened to the soft music and pushed my hand into my pajama bottoms and found my sensitive clit. I slowly massaged the tiny bundle of nerves, not allowing myself to get too over-stimulated.

I played with myself for quite a while, coming close to the edge several times, only to pull back at the last moment. After what seemed like an eternity of teasing self-torture, I pulled my hand from the soaked pussy and held my wrist under the light of the camping lantern to look at my watch.

It was time.

Continue on to Part Two

By Misty Meadow

Do you like to remember your first great passion — when you first understood what it meant to feel sexual hunger for another person? I certainly do. In fact, it’s my favourite masturbation fantasy, one that gets my cunt leaking like a wonky faucet.

My first obsession took hold of me when I was a prepubescent girl of twelve. Unlike most girls of that age, my crazy dream actually came true. Like to hear about it? Sit back and relax, then — I’ll tell you the whole story of that incredible day, pretty much as I remember it.

*****

I’m in love, head over heels in love! I absolutely worship her. She’s so… I don’t know how to describe her. Elegant, sophisticated, charming, there aren’t any words that are adequate!

I’m gonna have to get a grip on myself. Come on, Misty, get real.

My gym teacher, Miss Darling — an appropriate name, don’tcha think? — is tall, slender, poised, and has a powerful presence that’s swept me off my feet.

One time I Googled her and learned that at the age of eleven, she was enrolled in the Royal Ballet School, located in Richmond Park just Southwest of London, and eventually graduated to the Corps de Ballet (that’s like the chorus line) of the Royal Ballet Company. Mind you, she never got to be the principal dancer — still, just to be in the Company was achievement enough. She left after two years at the age of twenty-one, served in the military and is now the Phys. Ed. teacher of Birkenhurst Girls’ Grammar School, where I’m currently a second former.

Mind you, I’m not the only girl who has a crush on her. Several pupils from different years have admitted that they’re in love with her, and who knows how many more, like me, are keeping quiet about it? We look forward to P.E. every week with barely contained excitement. We chatter away as we change into our leotards and she stands, glancing all round the room, never letting her gaze fall on any girl for more than a few seconds, and then we’re out in the gym, doing our stuff — mat, bar, vaulting horse, the works. Then it’s time to get dressed again.

I always try to be the last to leave, so I can speak to her. Having rehearsed what I plan to say all week, I usually manage to sound reasonably intelligent. I’ve told her about how last year my parents took me to Covent Garden to see Romeo and Juliet — that was when I became obsessed with becoming a dancer.

Miss Darling told me that it’s a long and difficult road to travel, with very little chance of going professional unless my parents were able to afford full time ballet schooling for me, which they can’t. Still, the memory of that incredible performance and my adoration of Miss Darling continue to fuel my ambition.

Week after week, I look for any sign that she has some special interest in me, that she likes me more than the other girls… but she’s scrupulous in not singling out any pupil for special attention. I work as hard as I can at gym but she never says anything more than, “Well done, Misty, keep up the good work.” I’m going to have to do something drastic to get her attention.

Further research on the internet reveals that Miss Darling offers private one-on-one ballet lessons in her “studio” (which I later learn is a double garage converted with wall mirrors, a barre, etc.), for fees that are pretty steep. There are also rumours, unconfirmed, that some of the older school girls have been invited to her house after school and on weekends — though for what purpose, I have no idea.

Fact is, there’s a lot of speculation swirling around our teacher, not the least of which is that she’s gay. This seems quite probable as, from time to time, she’ll position our bodies during some gym activity, her hands briefly brushing between our legs — never long enough to cause alarm, just enough to be passed off as an accident if ever she’s called on it, She never is, though.

If she is gay, I’d be delighted. How can she ever return my love if she’s not? But there isn’t any hard evidence, and I’m old enough not to believe every idle rumour I hear. All I can do is adore her from afar, gazing up at her as she stands, perfectly poised, on the pedestal I’ve created in my imagination.

But then an idea begins to grow in my mind. Her birthday, which my Googling has unearthed, is coming up this Sunday and I decide to take a huge chance and offer to dance for her. Now I know that she’s not going to be thrilled by the idea of one of her second formers performing for her, unless there’s some kind of special attraction.

Today, we have P.E. for second period. After the lesson, in the changing room, I wait until Miss Darling comes in, wearing her customary skimpy jogging shorts with bikini briefs underneath, and a white cotton singlet that isn’t quite thick enough to conceal her nipples. Miss Darling doesn’t need to be with us in the changing room, but I suspect that she likes watching us get dressed, her bright eyes darting around the room as we slip out of our our leotards and put on our undies, blouses and skirts.

With my leotard off, I stand naked, waiting for her gaze to land on me, then take my white cotton knickers off the hook. She’s stares at me, comes a step closer — and I take the plunge.

“Miss Darling, last summer holidays, I went with my family to a naturist resort in the South of France. It was awesome!”

“Like a nudist colony?” she asks, drawing close to me.

“Yeah, but a proper hotel. It was such fun. I found out that I kinda like being naked.” I do a pirouette, then hold my arms out. “Ta-dah!” I sing. “Like this.” Some of the girls glance at me, but her gaze is riveted on my bare body. I pull my knickers on slowly, dragging them up over my hips and letting the elastic waist snap. I see Miss Darling steal a quick glance at my camel toe. “The best part was where I got to dance on the stage in front of everyone.”

“In the nude?” she asks, an eyebrow raised.

“Not a stitch on!” I giggled. “Everyone applauded, too. I still wanna be a ballet dancer when I grow up.”

“Not a naked one, though,” she laughs. “Not many employment opportunities there, I dare say.”

The other kids are leaving. I put my blouse on and start buttoning it. “It’s your birthday on Sunday, isn’t it?” I say. “I Googled you.”

“It is, yes.”

I take a deep breath. This is the moment. Either my dreams will come true, or my life will be over. “I’ve choreographed a short piece, just three or four minutes, and there’s no one to do it for on except you.” I gaze right into her eyes. “Miss Darling, I’d like to dance for you, for your birthday,” I continue, my voice breaking with emotion.

She doesn’t immediately respond, so I drop the bomb. “Oh, and I wanna do it naked.” There, I’ve said it. My whole fate is now in this teacher’s hands. I daren’t think about what I’ll do if she rejects me.

“Oh, Misty,” she says, her eyes alight. “What a lovely idea! I’d love to see you dance and yes, I don’t mind if you’re naked — in fact, it’ll be fun. No one’s ever danced nude for me before; you’ll be the first. Can you come to my studio on Sunday morning? You know where I live, right?” I do. “Don’t mention this to anyone else. We don’t want any rumours circulating about us, do we?”

To be honest, I wouldn’t mind having rumours about me and Miss Darling spreading round the school; it would do wonders for my reputation and self esteem. Still, I nod in agreement. “Okay, I’ll, um, be there,” I say, trying and probably failing to conceal the excitement I feel.

She just smiles. “My place, ten o’clock on Sunday, then. And bring your birthday suit.”

Inside, my tummy is quivering with excitement. I’m gonna get naked for the woman I’m in love with, and anything might happen, anything at all! I hardly dare to let my imagination run free, as I don’t want to be disappointed if nothing ends up happening between us.

I step into my tartan skirt and pull it up. Miss Darling pats my shoulder. “Run along, sweetheart, you don’t want to be late for your next lesson.” Then she turned and walked away.

I stood there staring like an idiot — hypnotized by her ass, thrilled to pieces by her words. She called me ‘sweetheart!’ No one ever gets called that! Oh my God, how’m I gonna be able to wait until Sunday?

*****

I’m one of those late developers with an ultra-slender figure — really, a nice way to say “skinny” — which happens to be the perfect shape for a ballet dancer. Yeah, I know I’m twelve, but I seem to be a long way off from my first period, what with my flat chest and my baby-smooth pussy. That’s right — “pussy.” I don’t call it by those stupid kiddie names any more, I’m a big girl now.

I know all there is to know about sex… considering that I haven’t really done it yet! Thank God for the internet, know what I mean? My laptop has parental controls so I can’t surf porn, but whenever I have a question about sex I simply Google it. That leads me from link to link, leading to more questions — and more importantly, answers. I’ve learned a lot about gay sex, lesbians and stuff. It’s all quite fascinating.

When I read in Wikipedia about masturbation, I learned that it was the proper name for what I’d call, “nice rubbing,” that thing I do almost every night in bed. And those wonderful moments where it feels like my body is lit up like a holiday firework? Those are called orgasms. The most exciting thing I read, though, was the bit about mutual masturbation, where girls rub each other instead of themselves. I figured out right away how that would be even better than doing it alone.

I wonder if Miss Darling masturbates. Maybe it’s cos I’m so in love with her, but to me she seems to be above such earthly pleasures. In my eyes, she’s a goddess-like creature of perfect purity, so it’s hard to imagine her actually touching her own pussy. Wikipedia indicates otherwise, though. Nearly all women masturbate, it tells me, and who am I to argue?

*****

It’s Sunday, and I can’t think about anything else other than Miss Darling and the little show I’m going to put on for her. For my musical accompaniment, I download the second movement of a classical guitar concerto onto my laptop. I dress in a pair of brand new blinding white cotton knickers and an old white cotton sun dress — which is not only dangerously short, it’s so washed out that in bright light you can see my knickers right through it. On my feet are sparkly sandals. I study myself in the mirror and like what I see. Snatching up my laptop, I dance downstairs, call out, “Later, Mom,” and I’m off!

I walk through the village of Birkenhurst but the High Street is deserted, folks being either in church or still in bed, so there’s no one to see me and disapprove of my provocative outfit. Never mind, Miss Darling will see me. In fact, she’s gonna see a whole lot of me!

I arrive at her house, my heart in my mouth. Fighting to stay cool and collected, I ring the bell and the door opens.

There she stands, the centre of my life, the goddess I worship, the exquisite Miss Darling, dressed in a short silk dressing gown that barely reaches the tops of her thighs. Oh my God, she is stunning.

On her face is a welcoming smile. “Right on time, Misty. Oh, I love that dress! It’s so naughty.” Placing a hand on her chest, she laughs. Oh, my — I can see your knickers through it.” The joy I hear in her voice thrills me. “Come on in. Can I get you anything? Coke? Glass of water?”

“No, I’m fine, thanks, Miss Darling.”

“You can call me ‘Dusty’ when we’re alone together. ‘Miss Darling’ is for school. Come, let’s go through to the studio.” Her garage has been fitted with mirrors and barres on three walls, and the floor is polished hardwood. An upright piano stands in the corner.

“I’ve brought my own music,” I tell her, placing my laptop on top of the piano.

She folds her arms, moistens her lips. “So… you’re going to dance naked for me?” Her eyes are alight.

I just look at her and smile. “Yeah, that’s the plan.”

“Well,” she continues. “I thought that you’d be more comfortable if I were naked, too.” I stand there staring at her with my mouth hanging open as she takes one end of the belt on her dressing gown and hands it to me. “Pull!” she commands. I tug on it and her robe opens. She shrugs it off her shoulders.

Oh, my God! I’m familiar with her figure, but now I have the privilege of seeing her cleanly shaved pussy, her small but perfect tits and her big brown nipples. There’s a short pause while I look at her — drinking in her loveliness, her classic beauty, her total lack of self-consciousness. Miss Darling seems to be as eager to display her body as I am.

“Your turn…” she murmurs.

I can read it in her eyes, how much she wants to see me naked. For the first time since I hatched this daft scheme, I realize that my fantasy of Miss Darling might really come true. Time to make it happen…

I sit on the piano stool and lift one leg at a time to take my sandals off, giving her a nice upskirt view. Then I stand and lift my dress over my head, fold it carefully and place it on the stool. My excitement is building as I turn to face her, hooking my fingers into the waist of my knickers, slowly dragging them down over my hips and thighs, then stepping out. She’s seen me naked before, but I’ve never undressed like this in the school changing room. I’m doing a deliberate striptease, and her eyes are locked on my body.

I’m about to put my knickers on the stool with my dress — but then I get an inspired notion, and offer them to Miss Darling instead. Her hand closes on them as I point at the laptop and say, “When I give you the signal, press ‘enter’ to start the music.”

As I walk slowly to the centre of the floor, I can see her in the mirror as she briefly presses my knickers to her face, then lays them aside. I turn to face her, place my feet in first position, raise my arms and nod to her. The music starts.

I’ve never had any kind of real ballet lessons, so my choreography is unsophisticated, based on gym routines that I know well — chosen for the way that they’re going to put my pussy on display. I begin with a pirouette, some leg lifts and then crouch down, my forearms flat on the floor. I bring my weight forward until my centre of gravity is over my arms, lift my feet off the floor, then slowly invert my body so I’m vertical, but upside down. Then I scissor my legs open, spreading them as wide as I can so they form a straight horizontal line from foot to foot, leaving my pussy as centre of the “composition”, as it were. Then I lift my legs and spread them fore and aft, hold for a second, then switch legs. With legs vertical again, I slowly fall until my feet reach the floor. Now I’m bent down, my back to her, my two orifices in full view.

“Oh, my,” I hear her whisper.

I straighten up and do some handsprings, then, placing my hands on the floor, do another handstand and go over until my feet are on the floor again — body arched, legs parted, every inch of my pussy on show. I do several more gym routines, mostly splits and body positions that are, frankly, simply lewd.

At one point, I’m lying on my chest, legs bent backwards over my back, over my head until they reach the floor in front of me, so I’m doubled over. It’s more contortionism than gymnastics and it’s painful, but I manage it, knowing it will display my pussy beautifully. Another few backflips and the music ends with me lying on my back, my legs straight and splayed as I grip my ankles and try to spread myself open even further.

I slowly rise and take a bow. “Happy birthday,” I say.

“Bravo!” she cheers, clapping vigorously. “That was magnificent, Misty. From now on, when I teach your class, I’ll be seeing all the other girls in their leotards, but in my mind you’ll always be naked, just like you are now, showing me your perfect body.” She rises to her feet, drawing closer to me. “I’ll never forget this, my dear. Thank you so much for a wonderful birthday present. I enjoyed it so much.”

“Not as much as I enjoyed doing it, I bet,” I say, grinning.

“In fact, seeing you dance naked was such a lovely sight that I’d like for you to do your routine again for me. Only this time, I want to take pictures. Are you okay with that?”

Oh, what joy! She gonna have pictures of me showing off my pussy! “What will you do with them?” I ask, coyly.

“Oh, no one else will ever see them. I’ll look at them at night, before I go to bed.”

“Will you masturbate when you do?” I ask, boldly. She looks shocked, but now I’m on a roll that I can’t stop. “I love to rub my pussy, Miss Darling.” I can’t bring myself to call her “Dusty,” I revere her too much. “I think of you every night when I’m in bed, and I masturbate until I come.” I’m pushing my luck, I know. This conversation has gone well over the top.

Instead of telling me not to be so unladylike, she says, “Oh, my God, Misty! If only I’d known, I’d have invited you here sooner.”

“Yes, you can take pictures of me,” I say, eagerly. “Take as many as you like, lots and lots of close ups of my pussy.”

Miss Darling takes a camera from the compartment in the piano stool as I dash back to the centre of the floor, taking my position again. She starts the music and I go into my routine, but this time I’m not focused on elegant dancing or perfectly controlled gymnastics, I’m only interested in showing off my little girl’s pee pee, my pussy, my cunt, for the camera and for her.

She moves around me as if in a trance, taking shots from all angles, wide and close up, the flash going off every few seconds.

When the music stops, I sit beside her on the stool and we study the viewing screen of the camera, awed by what we see. There she is, little twelve-year-old Misty Meadow, showing off her most intimate self in the lewdest manner imaginable, bending and stretching to best display her pussy. It’s a lot more like stills from a porno movie than a dance routine — and that idea makes me so hot I can barely sit still.

“I’m sexy, aren’t I?” I say, grinning at her.

“A gross understatement, my darling. You’re my own personal porn star.”

“Can I take pictures of you now?” I ask.

Miss Darling nods. “Yes, but later. I’ll pose in any position you like, but first I’m gonna take you into my bedroom and get to know your sweet young body a little bit better.” She picks me up, cradling me in her arms, carrying me to her bedroom. The camera dangles from her wrist by its strap.

Once we’re in her bedroom, she gently lays me down on the bed — my bum on the edge, my feet on the floor. Kneeling between my thighs, she leans in close, staring at my pussy. “You’re so wet,” she breathes, “It’s dripping out of you.” It’s true, my pussy has been moist since I took my knickers off. “I’m gonna lick it off.”

She lowers her head and I feel her lips press against my slit in a loving kiss. Then her tongue touches my pussy, licking from my opening up to my clit in one long lick, then back down again. A second time, on the way up, she pauses at the entrance and presses her tongue into me. Her eyes, filled with adoration, look up to meet mine.

My whole lower half feels like it’s on fire, waves of lust radiating outward as her tongue goes back up to my tiny clit — circling it teasingly, then flicking at it. I hear myself groan. Then there’s a wonderful new sensation as her middle finger slides into me. It meets no resistance; I broke my own hymen years ago with the butt end of a candle. Miss Darling rotates her hand and curls her finger so that she touches that special spot.

“Use two!” I gasp — then gasp even louder as I feel the second finger go in. In the same instant, her lips press at the top of my slit, sucking my clit in and out rapidly.

That’s all it takes to make me explode like a nuclear blast, an orgasm twice as big as the best I’ve ever had. My body arches, my toes curl, and waves of love batter me from all sides, then gently wash me to heaven.

“Miss Darling, oh, Miss Darling, I love you so much,” I whisper as I come back down to earth.

She cradles my face in her warm hands. “And I love you too, Misty. You’ve always been special to me, ever since your first P.E. class. I’ve been longing for this day, but I was afraid to let you know how I felt, that you might report me and cost me my job. Thank God you feel the same way I do.” Then she laughs. “And you don’t have to call me ‘Miss Darling’, remember? ‘Dusty’ is fine.”

I shake my head. “I like ‘Miss Darling’ better. Don’t want to call you anything else.”

“If that’s what you want, love,” she says. I can feel her fingertip toying with my nipple. It feels lovely, but I’ve got something else in mind.

“Now it’s my turn to play with you,” I declare. “Come lie down.” She obeys without a murmur, lying back on the bed so that her feet, like mine, are resting on the floor. I rise, walk around to the end of the bed and kneel between her thighs, gazing in awe at the loveliness of Miss Darling’s pussy.

I see her camera is nearby, lying where she dropped it. I pick it up, frame her pussy so it fills the whole screen, then say, “I’m gonna get a nice close-up of your treasure.” I click the shutter, then draw away to take several more shots. “Now I can masturbate to these when I’m alone,” I say, now totally uninhibited. “Wow, you’re wet, too. It’s dripping onto the bedspread.”

“Taste it, Misty,” she moans. “Lick my pussy. Make me come!”

I’m only too happy to oblige. My childish worship of this goddess of the dance has morphed into raging lust as the pungent aroma of her cunt drives my excitement to new heights. I bury my face between her thighs and inhale deeply, letting her hear me so she’ll know how much I appreciate the scent of her.

Mind you, I’ve never gone down on a woman before — actually, I’ve never even gone all the way with a girl, nothing more than kissing and some touching — but I’ve been reading and fantasising about eating pussy ever since I knew I was gay. I gently kiss her outer lips, then begin to explore her with my tongue, licking all around the entrance to her pink grotto, then pushing in as far as it’ll go.

Miss Darling’s sighs of pleasure let me know right away that she likes what I’m doing. “Oh, yessss… oh my sweet little lover, that’s so — so wonderful…”

I lick her until my tongue starts to ache. Then I trail upwards to that special thing, that little bump that, in my case, I touch every night to make myself come. My clitoris is still tiny, but Miss Darling has a swollen nubbin of impressive size. I flick it with my tongue and hear her groan. I run my tongue round it in circles, teasing it. When she gasps, I take it between my lips and suck it, then release it and suck again — in and out, in and out as she writhes and twitches, her cries growing louder and louder until she’s screaming in a very unladylike manner.

I press two fingers inside her cunt, searching for that special spot that will drive her crazy, like it always does to me. “Oh, fuck! Fuck!” she yells. “You little fuckin’ sex fiend! You’re gonna make me come!”

Gone is the composed, sophisticated Miss Darling of Birkenhurst Girls’ Grammar School, replaced by a randy, lust-crazed lesbian who can’t get enough of my mouth and fingers. “Don’t stop! Don’t you d-dare stop! Oh, I’m coming, I’m coming. Oh, sweet Jesus!” With a final loud cry, her hips thrust upwards and her fingers dig into my scalp.

I’m flooded with joy! I’ve made her come. I’ve made my darling Miss Darling come! The thrill of knowing that sends me over the top, and my own pussy lights up, spreading that marvelous feeling all through me until my own orgasm shakes me like an earthquake, finally leaving me limp and drained, still kneeling with my face resting between my new lover’s legs.

Slowly lifting my head, I look up at her. Miss Darling’s eyes drift open to meet mine, and we share smiles. I know that the expression on my face must be one of absolute adoration.

“Oh, my darling Misty,” she murmurs. “That was a dance that we simply must do again.”

I climb onto the bed, crawl up to where she lies and stretch out next to her. She puts one arm round my shoulders as I lay my head on her breast, cupping the other in my hand, gently squeezing it and playing with her nipple.

“Any time, Miss Darling,” I reply, my soul glowing with happiness. “Any time you like.”

The End

By Girl Lover

The first rays of sunlight filtered in through the window. Kendra awoke to something touching her. Turning her head, she saw Molly on her side facing her, both of her hands roaming curiously over Kendra’s body.

Everything came rushing back to Kendra. They had made love last night for the first time. She was a lesbian… and a pedophile. But she didn’t want to think about that right now. She just wanted to enjoy being with Molly.

From the way Molly was touching her, it was apparent the girl was not trying to get her off, but simply exploring. Kendra smiled as she watched her small hands glide over her hips, gently tweak her nipples, then reach down to feel her labia. Molly’s face was tilted at an odd angle, her sightless eyes staring at nothing as she digested what she was sensing with her fingertips.

Reaching out also, Kendra caressed Molly’s cheek, causing her to pull back slightly with a small gasp. Then she smiled, melting Kendra’s heart. Unable to resist, Kendra slowly leaned inward, pressing her mouth to Molly’s and gently nibbling her bottom lip. Molly, not knowing how to respond, didn’t move, but moaned quietly, relishing the intimate moment.

When Kendra pulled away, Molly whispered excitedly, “Last night… did that really happen?”

“It really happened.”

Kendra rolled against her, raising herself up so she was looking down on Molly’s face.

“It was… it was, um…” Molly struggled to find the words. “I don’t know how to say it.”

“Magical?” Kendra suggested.

“Yeeaah! Magical…”

“More than the dance?”

“Oh, much more! Much, much more!”

Kendra leaned very close to her. “D’ya wanna know something?”

“What,” Molly replied breathlessly.

“It was magical for me too.”

“Really?” Molly was filled with wonder.

“Really,” Kendra breathed out before softly kissing her.

After Kendra pulled back, Molly sighed, then whispered, “I think I love you.”

“I love y—”

CLINK … THUD

Kendra jerked her head up in alarm, looking at the door.

SHIT!! Molly’s mom was in the kitchen! Kendra had forgotten all about her. She looked at Molly’s naked body, then at her own naked body. SHIT!!!

Quickly searching the bed and finding and grabbing the slip bunched in a heap, she asked, “Molly, where’s your nightgown?”

Feeling for it, Molly answered, “I don’t know.” She raised up, anxiously moving her hands all around the bed, trying to find it.

Glancing at the floor, Kendra leaned over and grabbed it, pushing it into Molly’s hands, “Here it is!”

As Molly began putting it on, Kendra frantically pulled the slip over her head and was pulling it down over her body when she discovered, to her horror, that she’d put it on inside out. SHIT!! She jerked it back off, quickly turned it right-side out, then pulled it back over her head.

Panting from her exertions, she fell back on the bed. Molly reached over, feeling for her. When she found Kendra, she pulled herself closer so she could wrap her arms around her.

“Do you really love me?” Molly asked hopefully.

“More than ice cream!”

“Really?! Cuz nothing’s better than ice cream!”

“Really, that much!”

Then Molly got a confused look on her face, “Does this mean we’re… girlfriend and girlfriend?”

“Uh-huh, it does.”

“Wooow…” Molly breathed out, “You mean — I’m your girlfriend?! And you’re my girlfriend?!”

“Yeah, except… maybe we need to keep this a secret. The kids at school would make fun of us, and your mom would be mad at me if she found out.”

“But Mom likes you a lot. Why can’t we tell her?”

Kendra pondered how to say what she wanted to say. “Um, do you remember being taught ‘Good Touch and Bad Touch’? And that you shouldn’t talk to strangers, or let them touch you?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well… your mother will think I’m giving you a bad touch.”

“But I’ll tell her you’re not.”

“That won’t matter. She’ll think because I’m older and bigger than you that I touched you without you wanting me to.”

“But I’ll just tell her —”

“Please don’t, Molly. What I did last night… the way I touched you… it’s not just that your mom would be mad at me, but see, it’s against the law. If your mom ever found out, no matter what you told her she’d have me put in jail because older teenagers and grownups aren’t supposed to touch kids that way.”

Molly was speechless, then quietly promised, “Okay, I won’t. I don’t want you to go to jail.”

For a while, they lay in each other’s arms. Then, realizing they’d better get up before Ms. Carrington walked in on them, they reluctantly got out of bed and dressed for the day.

As they entered the dining room, Ms. Carrington greeted them, “How’d you sleep, girls?”

“Great!” Molly beamed.

At first, Kendra was concerned that Molly might unintentionally spill the beans somehow, but luckily she didn’t.

“Did Molly keep you awake, Kendra?”

Kendra smiled, “No, Ms. Carrington.”

“Okay, come to the table and I’ll fix your breakfast. You like eggs, Kendra?”

“Yes, please.”

And so they ate breakfast, and afterwards played some games before Kendra left to go back home. In Molly’s room, as Kendra was saying goodbye, Molly spoke quietly so her mother wouldn’t hear, “Tomorrow at school… what are we supposed to do?”

“Nothing. We don’t want anyone at school to know or they’ll make fun of us. We just need to keep it a secret.”

“Secret girlfriends!” Molly smiled.

“Uh-huh, and when we get home, then we can do girlfriend stuff!”

“You mean kiss and…?” Molly whispered hopefully.

“Anything we want.”

Molly gasped at the thought.

Kendra brushed her cheek with her hand. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

*****

At school the next day, neither of them could concentrate at all during class. Ms. Luedtke had to keep reminding Molly to stop daydreaming and pay attention. Kendra zoned out in her classes, unable to think of anything except being with Molly.

During lunch, Kendra ate with Molly as usual, and both could barely contain their excitement about what they were going to do together after school.

Once school let out, Kendra ran out to her car, puzzling her friends as to why she was in such a hurry. When she arrived at the house, she had to wait only a few minutes before the bus pulled up, dropping Molly off. Kendra had homework to do, but she didn’t care about that; she’d do it later at her house after Ms. Carrington came home. She didn’t want to waste a single minute of the alone time with her beautiful girlfriend.

As Molly wheeled herself up, Kendra opened the front door.

“We have six hours before your mom comes home,” Kendra told her eagerly. “What do you want to do?”

Molly grinned mischievously, whispering, “Let’s get naked… and stay naked the whole time!”

Kendra grinned to herself, ‘Oh God, I’m going to love this.’

Following Molly to her room, Kendra watched as the girl pulled her t-shirt over her head, dropping it on the bed, then unbuttoned her skirt. Rocking back and forth on her hips, she inched it past her thighs, then pulled it down her legs. Her panties followed.

Kendra simply watched, completely captivated by the sheer sexuality oozing from the little girl undressing in front of her. When she came to her senses, Kendra quickly pulled her own clothes off, leaving them in a pile on the floor.

Molly looked over in Kendra’s direction and whispered as if worrying they might be overheard, “Now let’s go in the living room.”

She wheeled out cautiously, followed closely by Kendra.

Going over to the couch, Molly parked her chair there and pulled herself onto the couch. Kendra stood and watched, smiling.

“Wow…” Molly whispered in an awestruck voice. “I’ve never done anything like this before. I keep thinking somebody might see us.”

Kendra completely agreed. It was a strange feeling being naked in a place where she wasn’t supposed to be. Like being outside naked.

Her head searching around, Molly called out, “Where are you?”

“Right here.” Kendra sat down beside her.

Molly reached out to touch her, “Are you naked too?”

Kendra took the child’s hand and brought it to her breast.

Molly gave a small gasp upon feeling the soft skin of the much older teenage girl beside her. Smiling gleefully, she asked, “What do we do next?”

“Anything we want. What do you want to do?”

Molly thought for a while, then asked, “Umm, anything I want?”

“Yes. Anything.”

Kendra expected that Molly was going to ask her to massage her hoo-hoo again. Instead, she completely stunned Kendra by asking in a small, nervous voice, “Can… c-can I… give you a… a spanking?”

Kendra’s jaw dropped as her eyes bugged out. Never in a million years did she expect to hear that coming from this sweet eleven-year-old disabled girl.

“Huh…?” Kendra mumbled in her shock.

“I-I’m sorry… I didn’t mean in a mean way…” Molly apologized quietly.

“No, no! Don’t be sorry!” Kendra quickly told her. “You just surprised me. Yeah, you can, uh… spank me.”

The words sounded foreign to her. Molly spanking her?! If it had come from her ex-boyfriend’s mouth — and that was the kind of thing he might have asked for — she would definitely have said no, but from Molly?! The thought was intriguing. Actually, more than intriguing.

Kendra got to her knees, turned, then lay facedown across Molly’s lap, looking back at her expectantly.

Feeling Kendra presenting herself to her, Molly slowly drew in her breath as her hand felt the smooth, supple butt. She slowly released her breath.

“It’s okay…? If I spank you?” she asked nervously.

“Yeah,” Kendra answered, her voice becoming ragged with desire. Molly’s nervousness was making this already alluring venture even more tantalizing.

“Cuz I wanna do it kinda hard.”

“Oh god!” Kendra moaned softly to herself. She could feel her pussy getting wet as her breath quickened in anticipation.

Molly’s left hand moved firmly to Kendra’s back as if holding her down. She raised her right hand — then brought it down with a resounding SMACK!

Kendra jerked slightly. It didn’t hurt much, just stung a little.

Molly raised her hand back up, followed by another loud SMACK! Her arm flew faster — SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! — causing Kendra to jerk a little each time. The blows stung and Kendra’s butt began to grow warm. She groaned, not from pain, but from sheer exhilaration.

Finally, Molly stopped. Breathing hard, she asked, “It didn’t hurt too much, did it?”

“No, I liked it.”

“You did? Really? I was afraid you’d think I was a weirdo.”

Kendra raised up on her knees, then swinging her leg over Molly’s legs and straddling her, she lowered herself down onto Molly’s lap, facing her. “You’ll never be a weirdo.”

Taking Molly’s hands and placing them over her breasts, Kendra then touched Molly’s budding breasts which were just beginning to grow. For some time, Kendra had been awe-struck by these tiny titties that should not have attracted any attention for their size, and yet they did.

After fondling the small, soft buds for a moment, she raised her hands to gently cup Molly’s cheeks, leaned forward, and pressed her lips to the girl’s. Molly tried to copy the kissing movements, but it was counterproductive. Her lips kept moving the wrong way.

Finally Kendra pulled back, “Here, um, let me do the kissing so you can see what it’s like, okay?”

Molly sat still while Kendra stroked her hair and gently mouthed her lips. Kendra could feel Molly squeezing her boobs. To Molly, it was relaxing. As she felt how Kendra was moving her lips, she tried again, doing better this time.

Soon the hunger in Kendra’s pussy became too strong to ignore. Ending the kiss, she said, “Let’s play with our pussies now.” Seeing the confused look on Molly’s face, she added, “our hoo-hoos.” At once, that confused look changed to a big grin.

“Me first!” Molly cried out gleefully.

Kendra slipped off the couch and knelt in front of Molly, pushing her thighs apart. Pulling Molly toward her so she was more reclined, Kendra used her thumbs to spread her outer lips, then leaned forward so her face was only a few inches from Molly’s hairless pussy.

She inhaled slowly, breathing in the aroma, and for a moment thought about what she was doing, or rather about to do. She’d never imagined that someday she would perform oral sex on a girl. But then again, she’d certainly never imagined she’d be having sex with a little kid either. The whole thing seemed bizarre, but Kendra’s desire compelled her onward.

She slowly leaned closer, her face scrunching up, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue… and gingerly licked the warm flesh.

She was expecting it to taste awful, but to her surprise, it wasn’t bad. A little tangy, but that’s it. Kendra took another brief lick. She could do this. She took another lick, but this time, she kept her tongue inside, moving it up and down as if licking an ice cream cone.

Then she pulled back and asked hopefully, “Does that feel good?”

“Oh yesss…” Molly sighed softly. “It feels very very nice.”

Kendra smiled and with this confirmation, again pressed her face into the girl’s crotch, bathing her with her tongue. Not really knowing what to do, Kendra simply swirled her tongue all around.

Soon she heard Molly panting. Raising her eyes to look up at her, she was shocked to see how much Molly was reacting. Her face was pointing up, head rolling back and forth with her mouth hanging open, her fingers grasping at nothing. She was in ecstasy.

Spurred on, Kendra licked even more energetically, bringing out soft moans. As Kendra concentrated on her clit, Molly began to shudder violently, her moans becoming loud cries. Suddenly she stiffened, a wordless groan coming from the child as her fingers and toes curled.

Kendra raised up in amazement, her eyes bugging out as Molly was released from her exquisite torment, causing her to shiver all over, then fall limp.

Molly gasped, gulping in her breaths. Kendra watched, gently rubbing her belly, trying to soothe her, waiting for her to recover.

After a long rest, Molly was finally able to get her voice, “That was…”

She still was breathing hard. “That was…”

More breathing, “…really… really…” She wasn’t able to finish.

Kendra looked at her with a smile. This was the most incredible sight she’d ever seen. And the fact that she was able to give Molly an experience like this made it all the more special.

After several minutes, Molly asked, “How did you do that?”

“Well, um, put your finger here.” Kendra, sitting beside her on the couch, touched Molly’s clit. “Right here, and rub it.”

Molly placed her own finger there, then moved it back and forth a bit, her mouth forming an O in surprise. “Ohhh, that does feel good.”

She rubbed for a while, then asked, “Does it do that to you?”

“Uh-huh.” Kendra, her arm around Molly, kissed her shoulder.

Molly reached out with her hand to Kendra’s lap, feeling for her vulva. Kendra lifted one leg up on the couch, spreading her labia so Molly’s finger would go in easier. After some searching, Molly’s finger slipped between Kendra’s lips. Only knowing that the spot she was looking for was somewhere near the top, Molly’s efforts at finding Kendra’s clit were crude, not really staying on it, but rather going over it in brief moments. Still Kendra enjoyed Molly’s fingers immensely as they kept her in a prolonged state of sweet agony, teasing her with an explosive release but never quite giving it to her.

Kendra’s hands clenched the sofa cushions tightly as she groaned, “AAAhhhh oh shit… oh shit! OH SHIT!”

Molly giggled at the bad words, and probed her all the more. “Are you getting the good feeling?”

“Y-y-yeah…” Kendra stammered.

Finally, unable to take it anymore, Kendra took Molly’s hand and pressed it against her clit, rubbing furiously as she cried out, “NNNNNGGHHHHHHhhhh……”

Kendra released Molly’s hand. “Oh god…! Oh god…!” she panted weakly. “That felt… so good!”

“Did I do a good job?” Molly asked.

“Oh, yeah…” Kendra smirked, blinking, her vision blurry.

She felt completely weak, as if all her energy was gone. When she felt Molly trying to stick her fingers back in, she stopped her. “It’s… too sensitive. Let me just rest for a while. But, here…” She brought the girl’s hand to her breasts. “Play with these.”

So, Molly did while Kendra leaned back and closed her eyes. Still slowly panting, she kept murmuring, “Oh god… oh god…” softly to herself while feeling Molly’s fingers fondling her chest, squeezing her boobs.

After she felt rested enough, she opened her eyes. Molly had stopped squeezing her breasts and was now rubbing a hard nipple all around her face.

Kendra watched with a comical look. “Try putting it in your mouth,” she suggested.

Molly pulled back, “Huh?”

“My nipple. Put it in your mouth and suck on it.”

“Isn’t that what babies do?”

“And grownups too.”

“Why?”

“Cuz it feels really good.”

“Won’t milk come out of it?”

Kendra chuckled, “Nah.”

The girl opened her mouth wide and placed it over the erect nipple, sucking as if from a straw. Kendra told her, “Just lick the nipple. Don’t actually try to suck it.”

Molly began licking her nipple as Kendra carefully eased her onto her lap, facing up. Cradling her head and leaning forward so her breast fell into Molly’s mouth, Kendra stroked her hair as Molly suckled from her.

Kendra closed her eyes. Sex with Jason was never like this. Not at all. With him, it was brutish and coarse. But with Molly, it was gentle and… better. She felt a different kind of desire, and a bond she’d never had with Jason.

“Here, let me get up for a second,” she told Molly, sliding out from under her, then lying down beside her on the couch. Wrapping her arms around the child, Kendra kissed her long and deeply…

*****

Kendra glanced up at the clock. 8:27.

“Oh jeez! Molly! Your mom’s gonna be home in half an hour!”

“What?!” 

Kendra jumped up from the couch, then helped Molly into her wheelchair.

“I’ll help you get in the tub! Take a bath while I find something I can make for supper!”

She rolled Molly into the bathroom, lowered her into the tub, then ran out as Molly turned on the water.

In the kitchen, Kendra quickly searched the fridge and pantry for something that wouldn’t take too long. Finding some canned soup, she took out two cans, poured them into a bowl, then put them in the microwave. A few minutes later, they were cooling on the counter.

It seemed to Kendra like there was something else she needed to do, but she couldn’t figure out what. Then, catching a glimpse of her reflection in the darkened window, she realized she was still naked. Her eyes widened. ‘Sheesh! What if Ms. Carrington came home now?!’

She ran to Molly’s room, quickly got dressed, then went into the bathroom to see if Molly was done. After helping Molly out of the tub, they ate, and soon after Kendra was exercising Molly’s legs in bed.

“This was so great!” Molly said in her soft voice.

“Yeah!” Kendra agreed. “And we can do it again tomorrow.”

Molly’s face brightened at the prospect. “Ooh! Tomorrow, I want you to give me that good feeling again, with your mouth. I want it a lot, like… ten times! No, twenty times!”

Kendra laughed at her excitement. “Okaaay… I’ll give you as many as I can!”

“And I’ll do it to you too so you can say more bad words!”

Kendra laughed again, then got on her knees, kneeling over and kissing the girl. She held the kiss as Molly’s arm came around, holding her neck.

As they separated, Molly told her quietly, “I love you. Not like I love Momma, though, but in a girlfriend way.”

“I know, I love you too. In a girlfriend way.”

*****

The next day, Tuesday, was even harder for them to concentrate at school. After what seemed an eternity for both of them, the last bell rang and Kendra drove over to the house, eagerly awaiting Molly’s arrival.

As soon as her bus pulled up, Kendra bounded off the front porch and ran over to the curb. After Molly rolled down the wheelchair ramp, Kendra got behind the chair and pushed it up to the house.

Molly turned her head toward Kendra. “I couldn’t wait to get home!”

“I know! Me either!”

“Can I spank you again?” Molly asked in the sweetest voice.

“Mmmm…” Kendra pretended to think it over, then said optimistically, “I think so.”

“Alll riiight! I wanna do it really hard too!”

Inside Molly’s room, they got undressed, Kendra openly gawking at Molly’s smooth, slender body as the girl pulled her clothes off.

After Molly got on the couch in the living room, Kendra lay across her lap and Molly proceeded to spank her. As the hand landed on her bottom, Kendra jerked slightly with each slap, groaning in the bliss of it. Finally, Molly stopped and placed both hands over Kendra’s butt cheeks, feeling the warmth emanating from them.

Kendra got up and kissed Molly, wrapping her arms around her. Molly threw her arms around Kendra also. Their kissing became more passionate as their hands explored one another’s bodies. Gently easing her down, Kendra partially lay on top of Molly, one leg between hers, both arms around her, her lips on Molly’s lips.

As they kissed, Kendra began thrusting her pussy against Molly’s thigh, bringing out a gasp from the girl. She humped again and again, trying to get the relief she so desperately sought. With every thrust, Molly’s moans became more vocal, driving Kendra’s lust until at last, she became a frenzied animal, grunting in ecstasy as she frantically humped the little girl.

Holding Molly close, her hips thrusting like a mad woman, a steady string of the most sordid words coming from her mouth to Molly’s ears. “SHIT! SHIT! FUCK! SHIIIT! FUUUCCKKK!!!” 

As Molly groaned loudly, Kendra exploded, “SHITSHITSHITSHITSHIIIIIIII…” 

Kendra gave a few final thrusts, crying out with each one before falling off Molly and gulping in her breaths. Her eyes closed from sheer exhaustion, “God… you make me… come so hard…”

“You said bad words!” Molly tattled gleefully.

“You make me say bad words,” Kendra replied, between gasps.

“Let’s do that again!”

“I need to rest a while.”

Kendra’s shifted slightly, her hand sliding down to Molly’s pussy. “How ‘bout I do this?” She ran her finger between the girl’s outer lips.

“Oooh, yeah! Do that!”

Molly sucked in her breath as Kendra continued tracing her finger back and forth, then dipped it inside.

“Yeah… right there,” Molly whispered.

Kendra smiled as she moved her finger up and down, brushing each time across Molly’s swollen clit.

“Oooh… I can… I can feel it… it’s… it’s… it’s… UUUUhhhhhhh…” Molly groaned as she came.

Kendra wrapped her arm around her as they rested. Later, they ate supper and Molly took her bath. Afterwards, they lay in bed together, talking and softly touching each other.

*****

Every day after school, Molly and Kendra had sex, falling deeper in love. They discussed the future. In two years, Kendra would be in college while Molly would still be in middle school. The subject of marriage came up and how to tell their families… until one day, it all came crashing down.

Friday evening. Kendra and Molly were naked in her bed, locked in an embrace —

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! GET OFF OF HER!!”

Molly screamed in alarm. Kendra jerked up, then paled as her stomach dropped.

Ms. Carrington was standing at the door, her face crimson, twisted in shock and rage.

“GET OFF MY DAUGHTER!!” She lunged forward to drag Kendra off.

Kendra jumped off the opposite side of the bed, grabbing crazily for her clothes as Ms. Carrington came around toward her.

“MOMMA NO! PLEASE!” Molly cried, her arms outstretched in a vain effort to see what was going on.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean —” Kendra tried to explain.

“GET OUT!! GET OUT!! GET OUT!!” Ms. Carrington again lunged at Kendra.

“Molly…” Kendra took a last look at the girl before running from the room with Molly’s screams following behind.

Throwing open the front door and running naked down the driveway with her clothes in her arms, Kendra could hear Ms. Carrington’s threats. “DON’T YOU EVER COME NEAR MY DAUGHTER AGAIN, YOU SICKO! I’M CALLING THE POLICE AND I’LL SEE THAT YOU SPEND THE REST OF YOUR LIFE IN JAIL!”

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” Kendra mumbled to no one as she jumped into her car and quickly sped away.

She didn’t want to go home, so she just drove aimlessly down darkened residential roads until she reached a dead-end. Parking the car and shutting off the engine, she couldn’t hold back her tears anymore. She cried bitterly for several minutes.

So quickly. How did her life end so quickly?

One moment, she and Molly were loving each other and the next moment, she had lost everything. Everything. Not just Molly, but her whole life. She would be arrested, be registered as a sex offender, everything that she feared was going to happen.

Finding that she was still naked and not knowing what else to do, Kendra slowly put her clothes on. Her hands were shaking. Actually, her whole body was trembling. She felt sick.

She knew she couldn’t go home. The police would be there, looking for her. As grim images filled her mind, she barely managed to open the car door before vomiting into the gutter. She closed the door and fell back in her seat. Her shallow breathing and pale face made it seem as if she was dead. And she might as well be. After all, her life was over totally over. Everything was gone.

Kendra closed her eyes, thinking back to the plans they’d made. By the time Molly graduated from high school, she would have finished college, have a good job. Molly would move in with her and would work from home. They would have a dog, maybe two…

The teenager choked back a cry, then broke down as the tears came again. Several minutes later, she curled up in her seat and closed her eyes…

*****

RIIING

Kendra jerked, opening her eyes. Apparently she had fallen asleep.

RIIING

She pulled out her phone and looked at the display. She stopped breathing. Ms. Carrington!

RIIING

Kendra couldn’t answer it. It would be more venom, more threats of calling the police. She set the phone down and closed her eyes again. Eventually, it stopped ringing.

*****

RIIING

Kendra turned her head, looking down at the screen. Ms. Carrington was calling a second time. She turned away and closed her eyes again. After six more rings, it stopped.

*****

RIIING

Kendra opened her eyes. A third time?! She looked at the phone, watching, but not answering. After it stopped, there was silence.

Then, a few seconds later, a beep. A text.

Kendra didn’t move. It was not just that she didn’t want to, she couldn’t. Her strength and will were gone. She was as crippled as Molly.

She blinked, feeling confused. Why would Ms. Carrington keep calling so many times? And send a text?

Because she wants to take out her anger on you. 

Maybe… but… what if it was something else? She exhaled, gathering her strength to pick up the phone and look at it. She clicked the text message, holding her breath.

Kendra, please come back. I need to talk to you. I haven’t called the police and I’m not mad anymore. I just need to talk to you so we can work this all out. Please come and if you can’t, at least call me.

Kendra read the message a second time, and then a third time. Why would Ms. Carrington want to talk to her? It seemed almost as if she wanted to fix things again, to move past this the way they had after Kendra went to the party and Molly fell down the hill. But what if it was a trap and the police were waiting?

She read the text again. It didn’t feel like a trap. It sounded like she really did want to talk.

Kendra felt some life breathe back into her, giving her strength. She reached out and turned the key, starting the engine. Turning the car around, she slowly drove back to the Carrington’s.

As she came toward the house, she saw there were no police cars. Pulling into the driveway, she got out. She walked slowly up to the front porch and rang the doorbell.

The door opened. Kendra blinked in surprise. Ms. Carrington looked miserable, as awful as she did.

“Thank you for coming. Please come in,” the woman said in a hurt voice. She stepped aside as Kendra entered.

“Kendra?!” Molly’s voice came from her room.

Kendra looked towards it.

“Yes, Molly, she’s here,” Ms. Carrington exclaimed.

“KENDRA!”

Molly came wheeling down the hall as fast as she could, calling out searchingly in the living room, “KENDRA?!”

“She’s ten feet in front of you, Molly,” Ms. Carrington told her.

With a gasp, Molly wheeled quickly toward Kendra, who had to step aside to avoid being hit, then reached out her arms.

Kendra looked at Ms. Carrington, who nodded. Kendra knelt down beside Molly and hugged the girl.

Molly held her tightly, sobbing, “Don’t leave me… please don’t leave me… we’re supposed to be together forever, just like Belle and the Beast, remember?”

“I remember…” Kendra felt herself crying again too.

After a while, Kendra looked up to see Ms. Carrington sitting on the edge of the couch, watching them. She took a gulp from the glass of wine she was holding, then refilled it.

“You’re probably wondering why I asked you to come back.” She brought the glass of wine to her lips again, then seemed to change her mind and set it back down.

“When I saw you… what you were doing… well, what would any mother do?! I mean, how could this not be the most horrible thing?!”

“But it feels so good, Momma!” Molly interjected.

“Molly, I know,” said Ms. Carrington. “She tried telling me you were good to her and you weren’t doing anything bad. But I wouldn’t listen. She kept screaming and crying, telling me I’d taken away the only joy in her life…”

She picked up the wine glass, took another gulp. “She wouldn’t listen to me, not at all. It reminded me of her bad days — and that’s when I got to thinking that ever since you’ve been here with her, Kendra, she hasn’t had any bad days.”

Molly interrupted again, tears streaming down her face, “She cares about me and… and… and she loves me, and…”

“Molly, please stop interrupting. Let me finish.” Ms. Carrington took a deep breath. “Anyway, my daughter is young, but I trust her judgment. Her blindness has given her this ability to sense what people are really like. So… I listened to her.”

Still kneeling beside Molly, holding her hand, Kendra remained quiet, not knowing what to expect.

“She says…” Ms. Carrington wiped her eyes. “She says that she’s in love with you, that… you’re both in love. That you loved her just like Belle loved the Beast even though he was a beast. She told me about your plans for the future and…”

She wiped her eyes again as her voice broke, tears streaming down her cheeks. “She’s my baby… she’s all I have…”

Kendra said softly, “I love her, and I would never hurt her.”

“She wouldn’t, Momma,” Molly added.

“I know you wouldn’t. But… but it’s wrong,” Ms. Carrington said to Kendra.

“I know everyone thinks it’s wrong,” Kendra said, “but I’m not taking advantage of her, and it’s really no different than a massage. I mean, this is how I show my love, and Molly is the one I love and who I want to spend my life with.”

Ms. Carrington slowly nodded. She took another sip of wine, thinking.

After a long time, she sighed, then smiled approvingly, “I never thought about it that way, but now I see.”

THE END