Leslie watched Amy walk out of the barn, her eyes drawn to the tick of the girl\u2019s backside in her tiny shorts. She wanted to chase after her, pull her back into her arms and kiss her, again. She could still feel the girl\u2019s lips pressed against hers, could feel her body molded against her own. Her heart was racing, and her hands were shaking from what had just happened.<\/p>\n
Then Amy was gone, and she was left to try to calm down. She had to shake her head because that girl had done a number on her. She hadn\u2019t been kidding about being a horny mess all day.<\/p>\n
\u201cJesus,\u201d Leslie said, with a little laugh.<\/p>\n
Taking a deep breath, Leslie started removing the saddles from Buttercup and Midnight. She tried to focus on the task at hand, but her thoughts kept returning to Amy. Luckily, she had done this enough times that she could do it on autopilot. Her mind was free to wander.<\/p>\n
She could still see the girl standing there on the bank of the stream, wearing nothing but a smile. Amy had looked so confident and sexy, beautiful glistening wet in the afternoon sun. It had taken all of Leslie\u2019s self-control not to jump off the horse and go to her when she pulled that stunt with her panties, offering to take them off, again.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe really should be ashamed of herself,\u201d Leslie said out loud, shaking her head. Changing her mind, Leslie thought, Or maybe, I\u2019m the one who should be ashamed that it worked so well.<\/em><\/p>\n Since Amy\u2019s parents dropped her off at the ranch in early June, the girl has been flirting with Leslie. The first couple of times, Leslie thought she was just imagining it, thought she was misreading the girl\u2019s innocent comments. When Amy kept doing it, Leslie thought the girl was having fun with her, had found Leslie was a lesbian somehow. When Leslie realized Amy was serious, she had been amused. Maybe a little flattered, too. Amy was becoming a beautiful young woman, and it made Leslie smile that she might be interested in a dusty ranch hand like herself.<\/p>\n Maybe that was why she flirted back a little- nothing too serious, just playful like. It had started out as a joke, but the more she flirted with Amy, the more she started to mean it. It didn\u2019t help that Amy always wore these little short shorts that showed off her long legs and clung to her round backside. Then there was the little white dress, the one she had asked Amy to wear tonight. That dress didn\u2019t belong on a ranch like this. Leslie was pretty sure Amy wore it only to get her attention. She was a little ashamed to admit that it worked, that her eyes were drawn to the girl every time she wore it.<\/p>\n Shaking her head, Leslie pulled the saddle off of Buttercup\u2019s back, hanging it on its post. Rubbing the horse\u2019s neck, she said, \u201cI\u2019m being stupid, right? Meeting her tonight?\u201d<\/p>\n She really didn\u2019t expect the horse to answer, so she wasn\u2019t disappointed when Buttercup didn\u2019t offer her any advice. Besides, she knew the answer to her own question. Of course, it was a stupid idea. Amy was only thirteen- precocious and maybe not so innocent, but still only thirteen. The fact that it was Amy\u2019s idea didn\u2019t make it any less wrong.<\/p>\n \u201cBut, God\u2026 She looked so beautiful standing on the creek bank,\u201d Amy said, still talking to Buttercup, \u201cif you had seen her\u2026 Then the kiss\u2026 She is a great kisser. Better than she has any right to be.\u201d<\/p>\n Leslie thought about the look on Amy\u2019s face when she had asked \u2018What would a girl your age know about such things?\u2019. The girl did know something, Leslie thought. To the horse, she said, \u201cI don\u2019t think it would be her first time, tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n Snorting, she said, \u201cOr even her first time today.\u201d<\/p>\n As she had approached the swimming hole, she had heard moans and little excited sounds. Leslie had expected to find a couple of local high school kids in the stream fooling around. She had been a little surprised to see Amy by herself, instead. Her surprise had turned to amusement when she realized what the girl had been doing.<\/p>\n Nothing I haven\u2019t done at the swimming hole before<\/em>, Leslie thought, smiling. There was something about swimming naked that was a little dangerous, therefore exciting. Masturbating out in the open was even more dangerous and all the more thrilling. It was part of its appeal.<\/p>\n Still smiling, Leslie found her reminiscing on all the crazy times she had had in that swimming hole. She hadn\u2019t been kidding when she told Amy she had been a little wild when she was younger. If that swimming hole could talk, the stories it could tell about her.<\/p>\n The barn, too<\/em>, Leslie thought, her smile widening. The hayloft had been her favorite place to take any girl she could convince to sleep with her. She still couldn\u2019t smell the scent of hay and not get a little horny.<\/p>\n ———————————<\/p>\n Leslie did a quick walk through the stables, making sure everything was secure. She has been a little distracted all afternoon- Amy the bane of her concentration- so she wanted to double check before calling it a day. Satisfied, she said goodbye to the horses, then left the stables.<\/p>\n Walking up the well-worn path to the caretaker\u2019s cottage, Leslie smiled. She loved this old house, the place she had grown up in. Even after going off to college and spending five years in the city, this single story flop was still home.<\/p>\n It was her home now, her mom and dad moving into an apartment in town. When her dad had fallen ill last year, Leslie had taken a sabbatical from her job to help look after him and tend the ranch until he got back on his feet. He had recovered, but he wasn\u2019t the ox he used to be. Trying to keep up with the day to day struggles of keeping a farm running wore him down. When the term of Leslie\u2019s leave of absence ended, she resigned and stayed on as the caretaker in his place. Her father had fussed about her quitting her job, about the money she would be losing. She had just smiled and told him that she had been miserable at her job anyway. Staying here had been the easiest decision she had ever made.<\/p>\n She loved the ranch, even the less than pleasant jobs that went with her position as caretaker. She got more pleasure out of mucking stalls than she ever did running the numbers at the stockbroker office she worked at after college, which said a lot about how much she had hated her old job. She didn\u2019t make nearly as much money these days, but money wasn\u2019t everything.<\/p>\n Opening the screen door, Leslie stepped onto her porch. It was her porch, her name on the deed. Tim and Ellen had long ago sold the house to her dad for the price of a case of beer. Tim had said her dad had more than earned it and the two of them had drunk the beer together on the very porch she stood on now. They had sat up half the night, telling stories and laughing.<\/p>\n When her dad had swallowed his pride and admitted he wasn\u2019t up to being the caretaker anymore, he had sold the house to Leslie for a case of beer. They had sat on the porch swing, and he had gotten a little teary as he passed the family business down to Leslie. He blamed the alcohol messing with his medication, but Leslie knew he was just proud of her.<\/p>\n Looking around the porch, Leslie hoped she\u2019d get the chance to continue the tradition and drink a beer with whoever gets this place after her.<\/p>\n She stepped into the house and went to the fridge. She grabbed a beer, then sat down at the kitchen table. Pulling her laptop in front of her, she opened it and booted it up. While it warmed up, she popped the top on her beer and took a long pull. It went down easy after a long day in the sun. She drank half of it before the Dell logo left her screen.<\/p>\n When the laptop was ready, she checked how her stocks were doing. She might have quite the business, but she still maintained her own portfolio. A quick check and she saw everything was in order. Closing her laptop, she smiled. Five minutes, not eight-nine-ten hours of looking at a computer screen and talking on a phone until her eyes crossed and her head throbbed. She could do five minutes, but she\u2019d never go back to being a stockbroker.<\/p>\n Actually, she did still have one customer- her mom and dad. She had helped them fund their retirement, had set them up to never have to work another day unless they got bored at the apartment. Her dad was already getting stir crazy, so that was a real possibility.<\/p>\n Grinning, Leslie thought she might hire him on part-time. He loved this place, loved the work. Working on the ranch had never really been a job for her dad.<\/p>\n I guess I take after him, there<\/em>, Leslie thought, taking a pull of her beer. She loved this place as much as he had.<\/p>\n Leslie got up and got the leftover vegetable soup she had made yesterday out of the fridge. Throwing a bowl in the microwave, she leaned against the sink while it heated up. When the timer went off, Leslie hot fingered the bowl to the table and ate with gusto. She sighed happily as it hit the spot. Sitting back, she washed everything down with the last of her beer.<\/p>\n The dead soldier went in the trash. Grabbing another beer, she headed down the hall to her old bedroom. The house was hers now, but she still couldn\u2019t get used to the idea of using the master bedroom. It still felt like her mom and dad\u2019s room.<\/p>\n In her room, she kicked off her boots. She wriggled her way out of her sweaty clothes, dumping them in the hamper. With her beer in hand, she walked naked into the bathroom. Drawing the shower curtain back, she put the stopper in the bottom of the tub. After a day of hard work, a bath sounded more appealing than just a shower. As water began to fill the tub, Leslie popped the top on her beer and took a long pull.<\/p>\n When the water was ready, she stepped into the hot bath. Sighing, she let the heat soak into her tired muscles. She closed her eyes, let the struggles of the day drift away on the steam. After a while, she opened her eyes and took another sip of her beer. Setting the bottle on the side of the tub, she reached for a bar of soap. It smelled like lilac, and she used it to wash the smell of the farm off of her.<\/p>\n Running her hands over her legs, she felt the stubble of almost two weeks without shaving. As she reached for her razor, she had to shake her head. If not for Amy, she would have put it off for another day. She hadn\u2019t been lying when she told the girl she hasn\u2019t needed to beat any would-be suitors off with a stick lately. Shaving her legs had seemed like a wasted effort if there was no one to touch them.<\/p>\n \u201cThere will be someone to touch them tonight,\u201d Leslie thought, smiling.<\/p>\n As she passed the razor over her calf, she wondered if her recent dry spell had anything to do with her meeting Amy tonight. Would Amy\u2019s little stunt have worked as well if it hadn\u2019t been months since she had gotten laid? Thinking about Amy\u2019s naked young body glistening wet in the summer sun, Leslie thought it probably would have. She couldn\u2019t imagine a life of such hedonistic bliss, that Amy wouldn\u2019t have inspired lustful thoughts.<\/p>\n Leslie found herself wondering what tonight was going to be like. Amy was young, but Leslie thought not completely inexperienced. There had been something in the girl\u2019s eyes when Leslie had teased her about knowing about sex. Her heart beating faster, Leslie wondered what Amy knew.<\/p>\n \u201cShe knows how to kiss,\u201d Leslie said, then blinked when she realized she had spoken aloud. With a sheepish grin, she added, \u201cShe is a nice kisser.\u201d<\/p>\n She wondered how long they had stood in each other\u2019s arms, kissing. Time had gotten a little funny, so it could have been seconds or hours before she came to her senses. It was just lucky no one had caught them like that. Leslie smiled, trying to remember the last time she lost herself so wholly in a kiss.<\/p>\n Probably not since I was Amy\u2019s age<\/em>, Leslie thought, her smile widening.<\/p>\n \u201cIsabella,\u201d Leslie said, quietly. Just saying the girl\u2019s name took her back\u2026<\/p>\n ...Close your eyes.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n Leslie looked at her friend dubiously, said, \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n They were at the stream, their favorite spot on hot summer days like this. On the bank were two neat little piles of clothing and they hadn\u2019t brought their bikinis. They never did.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cYou don\u2019t trust me?\u201d Isabella asked, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cNot when you are smiling like that,\u201d Leslie said, splashing the girl.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cI always smile like this,\u201d Isabella said, splashing her back.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cNo, you don\u2019t. This is your up to something smile,\u201d Leslie said, giving her a look, \u201cI\u2019m just not sure what you are up to.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cJust close your eyes,\u201d Isabella said.<\/em><\/p>\n Leslie just looked at her a long moment, then closed her eyes, and said, \u201cI\u2019m going to regret this.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cYou won\u2019t, I promise,\u201d Isabella said, her voice a little funny.<\/em><\/p>\n In her personal darkness, Leslie waited for Isabella to do whatever tomfoolery she was about to do. She was a little surprised when Isabella put her arms around her and kissed her. When she tried to gasp, Isabella\u2019s tongue slipped into her mouth.<\/em><\/p>\n Her eyes sprang open, and she pushed her friend away. Gaping at Isabella, she asked, \u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cKissing you,\u201d Isabella said, with a playful grin.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cI got that when you stuck your tongue in my mouth,\u201d Leslie said, making a face, \u201cyou are wrong for that.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cThen why did you kiss me back?\u201d Isabella teased.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cI didn\u2019t kiss you,\u201d Leslie said, splashing the girl.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cWas it so horrible, then?\u201d Isabella asked.<\/em><\/p>\n Leslie looked at her friend for a moment, wondering about the tone she picked up in her voice. She wasn\u2019t sure Isabella was still playing anymore. Frowning, she asked, \u201cWhat is this all about?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cNothing,\u201d Isabella said, with a forced laugh, \u201cI was just playing.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cIssy?\u201d Leslie asked, her frown deepening.<\/em><\/p>\n Isabella looked at her a moment, then said, \u201cI\u2019m sorry I kissed you.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n Leslie rolled her eyes, said, \u201cYou don\u2019t sound sorry.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cI mean I\u2019m sorry I kissed you without asking you first,\u201d Isabella said.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cBut you aren\u2019t sorry you kissed me?\u201d Leslie asked, giving her friend a curious look.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cNo,\u201d Isabella said, with a shy smile.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cHuh,\u201d Leslie said, a little confused by the turn of events.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cWas it that bad?\u201d Isabella asked.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cBad?\u201d Leslie repeated, then laughed, \u201cI don\u2019t know. I guess unexpected would be a better word.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cDo you think it would be better if you knew it was coming?\u201d Isabella asked.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cYou aren\u2019t planning on kissing me again, if I say yes, are you?\u201d Leslie asked.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cThinking about it,\u201d Isabella said, grinning.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cYou are weird,\u201d Leslie said, then frowned, \u201cwhy are you thinking about it?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d Isabella said, shrugging, \u201cI\u2019ve always thought you were pretty.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n Blinking in surprise, Leslie said, \u201cYou have?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cI tell you you are pretty all the time,\u201d Isabella said, matter-of-factly.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cOkay, but I thought you meant…\u201d Leslie said, saw her friend\u2019s embarrassed smile, \u201cOh.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cYou are very pretty,\u201d Isabella said, then laughed, \u201ca horrible kisser, though.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cI am not a horrible kisser,\u201d Leslie said, giving her a dirty look.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cIf you say so,\u201d Isabella teased.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cYou can\u2019t ambush kiss someone and expect them to bring their A game,\u201d Leslie said.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cOkay, okay,\u201d Isabella said, holding up her hand, \u201cI\u2019m sorry I called you a horrible kisser.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n Leslie glared at her, then said, \u201cFine. One more kiss.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cReally?\u201d Isabella said, amused.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cJust kiss me,\u201d Leslie said, moving closer to her friend.<\/em><\/p>\n Isabella shrugged and kissed Leslie. Ready this time, Leslie kissed her friend back. She closed her eyes and parted her lips, teased Isabella\u2019s tongue into her mouth with her own. Leslie just intended to prove that she wasn\u2019t a bad kisser, but she found herself kissing Isabella for real.<\/em><\/p>\n After a while, she pulled back and husked, \u201cSee? I\u2019m not a horrible kisser.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n With a playful smile, Isabella said, \u201cI don\u2019t know\u2026 Maybe just one more kiss to be sure?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n Laughing, Leslie said, \u201cJust to be sure, huh?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cWould it be so bad? Kissing, again?\u201d Isabella asked.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cWell\u2026\u201d Leslie said, meeting her friend\u2019s eyes, \u201cI guess not.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n When Isabella leaned into her, Leslie kissed her friend, again. Like last time, the kiss deepened quickly. Time got a little fuzzy around the edges, and she wasn\u2019t sure how long they stood like that. She might never have come to her senses if she hadn\u2019t felt Isabella\u2019s hand on her breast.<\/em><\/p>\n Laughing, she said, \u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cGetting to second base,\u201d Isabella said.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cYou said another kiss. You didn\u2019t say anything about second base,\u201d Leslie said, looking pointedly at Isabella\u2019s hand on her breast.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cI was thinking we could go to the bank and fool around,\u201d Isabella said, letting the hand slip from Leslie\u2019s breast, down Leslie\u2019s flank to come to rest on her hip.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cWhy would you think that?\u201d Leslie asked, meeting her friend\u2019s eyes.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d Isabella said, a little embarrassed, \u201cI liked kissing you.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cJesus, Issy,\u201d Leslie said, laughing and shaking her head.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cYou didn\u2019t like it?\u201d Isabella asked.<\/em><\/p>\n Leslie started to say no, but she realized that would be a lie. Instead, she said, \u201cFine. I liked kissing you, too, but that doesn\u2019t mean I want to \u2018fool around\u2019.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cAre you sure?\u201d Isabella asked, grinning playfully, \u201cyou didn\u2019t think you\u2019d like kissing me until you tried it, either.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cIs that your big pitch?\u201d Leslie asked, laughing.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cI could call you a horrible lay if it\u2019ll help,\u201d Isabella teased.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cWow,\u201d Leslie said, shaking her head. Meeting her friend\u2019s eyes, she saw the girl was serious. Shaking her head again, she asked, \u201cWhere is all of this coming from?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019ve never thought about it?\u201d Isabella asked, surprised.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cNo,\u201d Leslie said, truthfully.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cI think it would be fun,\u201d Isabella said, then with red cheeks, \u201cit would have to be you, though.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cMe?\u201d Leslie asked, her eyes widening.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re my best friend,\u201d Isabella said, meeting Leslie\u2019s eyes, \u201cIt wouldn\u2019t be as fun with anyone else.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cJesus, Issy,\u201d Leslie said, shaking her head. Her friend looked uncomfortable, and Leslie realized a couple of things, namely Isabella must really want to do this because she was clearly embarrassed and nervous about suggesting it. If Isabella didn\u2019t really, really want to try this, she wouldn\u2019t put herself in this situation. Still shaking her head, Leslie said, \u201cOn a scale of one to ten?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n Isabella grinned, said, \u201cEight and a half.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n Leslie groaned. It was a something they did, rating the importance of a thing on a scale from one to ten, with a ten being life and death. An eight and a half was very important, required immediate attention.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cOkay,\u201d Leslie said, not believing she was going to do this.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cReally?\u201d Isabella asked.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s an eight and a half,\u201d Leslie said, then laughed, \u201clet\u2019s go make out.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s going to be fun,\u201d Isabella said, grabbing her hand, \u201cyou\u2019ll see.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n Following her friend out of the stream, Leslie said, \u201cThis stays between us, right?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cI can\u2019t brag at school?\u201d Isabella asked, laughing, \u201ctell everyone about the hot chick I hooked up with?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cIssy,\u201d Leslie said, her tone making her friend stop.<\/em><\/p>\n Turning around, Isabella met her eyes and said, \u201cI promise.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n Satisfied, Leslie let Isabella lead her to their towels spread out on the bank. She was surprised when Isabella turned into her arms, her arms going around Leslie\u2019s neck. Isabella favored her with a smile that was part playful and part shy, her eyes bright with excitement. Maybe it was that smile or the look in her friend\u2019s eyes or just the closeness of their bodies, but Leslie\u2019s heart started beating faster. Isabella\u2019s excitement was infectious, and Leslie found herself thinking maybe this wouldn\u2019t be so bad after all.<\/em><\/p>\n Maybe Isabella saw that realization pass across Leslie\u2019s face, because her smile turned up even more and she kissed Leslie. Isabella teased Leslie\u2019s tongue into her mouth, caressed it with her own. Leslie kissed her back without reserve. Making out hadn\u2019t been her idea, but she believed that friendship was all or nothing. If this was something Isabella needed to try, then Leslie would support her a hundred percent. In this case, that meant being actively and enthusiastically involved.<\/em><\/p>\n Luckily, kissing Isabella was far from unpleasant. The caress of Isabella\u2019s tongue drew her deeper and deeper into the kiss. Like it had in the stream, time got a little funny. She had no idea how long they stood in each other\u2019s arms, kissing.<\/em><\/p>\n Finally, Isabella pulled back and, with a little giggle, said, \u201cYou definitely aren\u2019t a horrible kisser.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cTold you,\u201d Leslie husked, trying to catch her breath.<\/em><\/p>\n Laughing, Isabella kissed her one more time, then slipped out of her arms. Isabella stretched out on her side on her towel, patted the empty spot next to her. Leslie took a deep breath, then joined her friend on the towel. Isabella put her hand on Leslie\u2019s hip, pulled her even closer. Suddenly, there was no space between them, their bodies molded together. Then they were kissing, again.<\/em><\/p>\n Leslie gasped as Isabella\u2019s hand slid up her flank to cup her breast. Giggling nervously, she broke the kiss and looked at the hand on her breast. Isabella met her eyes, raising her eyebrows questioningly. Taking a deep breath, Leslie shook her head, giving her friend permission not to stop. Grinning, Isabella gently kneaded Leslie\u2019s breast. A startled moan escaped Leslie as her stiffened nipple drug across her friend\u2019s palm. A delicious shiver worked up her spine, and Leslie’s eyes widened as her body started responding to Isabella\u2019s touch. Her nipple ached sweetly, and a pleasant warmth spread across her body.<\/em><\/p>\n When Isabella\u2019s hand slipped up to her shoulder and gently pushed, Leslie rolled onto her back. Looking up at her friend expectantly, she wondered what Isabella had in mind for her next. Isabella put her hand on Leslie\u2019s stomach, let it glide up over taut muscles to cup her breast, again. Leslie bit her lip but couldn\u2019t hold back the moan that escaped her. The girl\u2019s hand had her body confused, thinking it was time to play. Leslie was surprised by how much she was responding to Isabella\u2019s caresses.<\/em><\/p>\n Isabella leaned in and kissed Leslie. Just one kiss, then Isabella pressed her lips to the curve of Leslie\u2019s neck, then her collarbone. Leslie inhaled sharply as Isabella kissed the slope of her breast. A nervous giggle escaped her as Isabella\u2019s lips found her straining nipple. The giggle became a gasp as the girl gently sucked on the nub, sending shivers of pleasure through her body.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cGod, this is so weird,\u201d Leslie said, shaking her head. She moaned as Isabella\u2019s hot tongue teased her sensitive nipple. Weird or not, she couldn\u2019t deny that it felt really good.<\/em><\/p>\n Distracted by what Isabella was doing with her mouth, Leslie didn\u2019t notice that the girl\u2019s hand had slipped from her breast and was sliding down her stomach. It wasn\u2019t until Isabella\u2019s fingers moved over the faint patch of blonde pubic hair and between her thighs that Leslie gasped in surprise. She squeezed her thighs shut in a knee-jerk reaction, but it was too late. All she did was trap Isabella\u2019s hand against her girlhood. Isabella\u2019s fingers massaged her bud, startling another gasp from Leslie. She opened her legs to release Isabella\u2019s hand, but the fingers didn\u2019t stop their delicious circles.<\/em><\/p>\n With a nervous laugh, Leslie said, \u201cJesus, Isabella!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n Isabella just grinned at her, then kissed her deeply. Her fingers never stopped moving, and Leslie found herself dizzy with a need she didn\u2019t know she could have. She had done this to herself before, but her body didn\u2019t seem to understand this wasn\u2019t her fingers. It didn\u2019t seem to care that it was Isabella\u2019s hand and not her own and her hips pushed her pussy against Isabella\u2019s hand eagerly.<\/em><\/p>\n The pleasure made her thoughts a little fuzzy, and she was having trouble remembering she wasn\u2019t supposed to like this. Letting another girl do this to her was supposed to be wrong, but her body was arguing with her mind. As a moan slipped past her slack mouth, Leslie thought her body was making a pretty good case for why what was happening to her was not just a good thing, but a right thing.<\/em><\/p>\n Wrong or not, Leslie didn\u2019t think she could stop Isabella if she had to. She definitely didn\u2019t want to, the girl\u2019s hand sending pleasure coursing through her young body. Her eyes closed and she surrendered to what was happening to her, basked in the lovely sensations.<\/em><\/p>\n Isabella\u2019s hand was removed from her girlhood, and Leslie opened her eyes to see what had happened. They widened as she saw the girl had moved while she had had them closed, was now kneeling between Leslie\u2019s legs. Isabella leaned forward, and suddenly her mouth was on Leslie\u2019s bud, the hot caress of her tongue drawing a gasp from Leslie. Leslie gaped at her friend.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cWhat are you doing?!\u201d Leslie asked, propping up on her elbows.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cGoing down on you,\u201d Isabella said, excitement making her voice a little shaky.<\/em><\/p>\n Leslie bit her lip as the girl\u2019s mouth returned to her bud. She couldn\u2019t believe Isabella was doing this to her, but she didn\u2019t want to tell the girl to stop. This was so wrong, but that was what made it so exciting. Leslie\u2019s heart was knocking around her ribcage like a crazed animal as she watched her best friend run her tongue across her bud. That hot, wet caress had her hips moving, again, and her fingers clutched at the beach towel underneath her.<\/em><\/p>\n Leslie was pretty sure she was supposed to tell Isabella to stop, but all that came out of her mouth was another moan. The truth was, she hadn\u2019t wanted to like this, but she did. Isabella had been right- she was enjoying this, just like she had enjoyed kissing her. She was glad Isabella had pushed her into trying this.<\/em><\/p>\n Her eyes closing again, Leslie let herself drift on the waves of pleasure Isabella\u2019s tongue was sending through her. She wondered how Isabella knew how to do this, then decided she didn\u2019t care. The girl\u2019s talented tongue made it hard to focus on anything other than the lovely sensations washing through her.<\/em><\/p>\n Maybe she\u2019d ask the girl later.<\/em><\/p>\n As tension began to creep into her body, Leslie\u2019s heart was racing. With an orgasm gathering steam inside of her, she thought if she came like this, she would be broken forever. Isabella had already knocked the supports from underneath her, had her teetering on the edge of a monumental change of perception. If Isabella brought her to a climax, she might never be the same. Her life had been a nice straight line so far, but she felt like she had come to a split in the road.<\/em><\/p>\n The orgasm had her before she had time to finish that thought. She cried out as she climaxed hard, her whole body jerking like she was being shocked. That explosion of pleasure tore through her, shook her to pieces. In its aftermath, she tried to catch her breath and get her toes to uncurl. The feel-good juices were flowing, and she was a jumble of happy nerve endings.<\/em><\/p>\n Isabella\u2019s face appeared above her, grinning down at her. The girl\u2019s cheeks were red and wet from Leslie\u2019s thrashings. A little embarrassed, Leslie reached up and wiped the girl\u2019s mouth, then pulled her down for a kiss.<\/em><\/p>\n Kissing Isabella, Leslie realized she was taking her first steps down this new path she was on. She didn\u2019t know where it would lead, but she thought she could walk it for a while. Isabella had given her a peek at where it might end up, and Leslie was a little surprised that she was interested in that destination.<\/em><\/p>\n Pulling back from this kiss, Isabella favored her with a playful, knowing smile, said, \u201cI told you you would have fun.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n Laughing, Leslie said, \u201cI still can\u2019t believe we are doing this. I can\u2019t believe you did that to me.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m just glad you let me,\u201d Isabella said, kissing her.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cYou are so weird,\u201d Leslie said, shaking her head.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m weird, huh?\u201d Isabella said, meeting Leslie\u2019s eyes, \u201cI don\u2019t remember hearing you say to stop.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cWell…\u201d Leslie said, blushing, \u201cI guess I\u2019m weird, too.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n Isabella laughed, \u201cYeah, you are. You liked when I was licking your pussy.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n Snorting in surprise, Leslie laughed, \u201cJesus, Issy!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t try to deny it,\u201d Isabella said, stealing a kiss.<\/em><\/p>\n Isabella was looking at her expectantly, and Leslie thought she knew what the girl wanted. With a nervous little laugh, she said, \u201cFine. I liked it.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cTold you,\u201d Isabella said, grinning.<\/em><\/p>\n Laughing, Leslie said, \u201cYeah, I guess you did.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n Isabella rolled off of Leslie, stretching out next to her on her back. Propping up on one elbow, Leslie looked at her friend. Hardly a day went by when Leslie didn\u2019t see Isabella, but she felt like she was looking at the girl for the first time. In a way, she was, because she wasn\u2019t looking at her as a friend, but something else. Maybe something more.<\/em><\/p>\n Isabella\u2019s mother was Brazilian and her dad Italian, and she tended to get a warm shade of brown in the summer sun. Leslie has always been a little jealous of her swarthy complexion, thought she had beautiful skin. Isabella was a dancer, and she had the lithe and lean figure that came with it- long in the leg and narrow in the hip, with a flat belly and small breasts. Leslie kind of liked her willowy frame, found her easy to look at.<\/em><\/p>\n Feeling Isabella looking at her, Leslie met her eyes. She saw the questioning look Isabella was giving her and she blushed. With a self-conscious little laugh, she said, \u201cI think you have beautiful skin.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n Isabella gave her a warm smile, said, \u201cYou do?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n