| Little Author, Part 2 The polls have spoken! Sorry for the delays, it seems like the loli muse had deserted me for some time. I hope it didn't affect the quality of the story. Jennifer decided to take a walk through the forested trail after class; for once, she wasn't feeling particularly horny, perhaps due to the heat. Walking a slow stroll in the fresh-smelling path, she let her mind wander a bit; she thought of her classmates – the girls, not the boys; she thought of her teacher, who was always so friendly; she thought of the cute girl who walked past her. She let her mind wander to the heroine of her story, little Sophia the 8-years-old girl who could never get enough sex. She thought it would be nice to give her a girlfriend, maybe a 13-years-old girl named Jennifer. The two of them would of course get along great, and not just because they like to have sex so much... Jennifer's thoughts were interrupted but a girl's scream close by. Without thinking, she turned toward it and ran; she quickly came upon the girl she had just heard, a pretty little angel who looked about eight years old, crying by herself. "What's wrong, sweety?" Jen asked in her most comforting voice. "The boys," the girl sobbed, "they called me names and threw dirt at me!" "It's okay," Jennifer said, giving the girl a tentative hug, "they're gone now. No one's going to hurt you." The girl eagerly returned the gesture, weeping in the teenage girl's arms. Jennifer was left to think a bit while the girl was comforting herself in her arms. This pretty little girl was simply adorable, with her flowing black hair, petite figure and cute clothes; just the kind of girl Jen liked. The scenario would be simple, she'd comfort the girl, then they'd talk a bit, mention that they're both lesbians and then they would kiss. Yet it couldn't be that simple; a real girl of this one's age might not know about lesbians, or might not even like girls – or like anyone yet, really. She was just the kind of girl Jen could like, yet she could just be too innocent. The whole situation was so infuriating, it took a moment for Jennifer to notice that the girl had somewhat stopped hugging and started cuddling in her arms, perhaps snuggling like a baby who got hurt. The mere thought seemed to raise Jennifer's body temperature a few degrees. Is this young girl actually a lesbian? She would have to ask; but make it subtle, or her intentions would be revealed too early. "Are you okay, honey?" she said, parting slightly from the girl so she could talk. The girl came back to Jen, placing her head against Jennifer's chest; there wasn't much breasts to speak off on the teenage girl's body, but what was there was certainly appreciating the girl's enthusiasm in cuddles. "The boys are mean," the unknown girl said, "they always make fun of me." "I can't see why; you're just so pretty." The words came by themselves, but she meant it; this girl was going to be in her stories if nothing else. "You really think so?" came the girl's reply as she parted from Jennifer's warmth to look her in the eyes. "Of course! Who said you weren't pretty? Tell me and I'll do mean things to them!" The girl giggled, an angel's laughter to Jennifer's ears. "Well, I think you're pretty too!" Jennifer's breath was taken from her; no doubt, this girl was her future new girlfriend, no matter how long it would take her to be old enough for that! The girl continued, "Hey, my name is Sally, what's yours?" "I'm Jennifer; and I think Sally is a pretty name!" 'Easy on the compliments,' Jen thought. If she keeps complimenting her, the girl... Sally might figure out something. "Jennifer, do you want to be my friend?" "I'll be your best friend, pretty Sally!" The girl, whose mood was now significantly improved, seemed to have forgotten the incident altogether. Jennifer took the girl's hand, sighing at the thought of all the things these soft fingers could do to her. She pulled her new friend in the wood, toward a spot she knew no one ever went. "Here, let's go over there to talk!" Sally let her new, older friend lead her far from the trail, to a remote spot where she had sat numerous times when she needed to be undisturbed. She laid down on the grass, inviting her new friend next to her. There, so close they could touch, the girls started opening up a bit. Jennifer told Sally how much boys were mean and how girls were better; her budding, nine-years-old girlfriend's approval was basically assumed, given the recent events. Jen kept talking about girls, how cute they were and how good it felt to hug them; predictably, this prompted the younger girl to get closer to her new older friend. Jennifer opened her arms invitingly; to her delight, the girl came to cuddle with her, laying so close to Jennifer that she was almost on top of her. Sally closed her eyes and rested for a while, nearly falling asleep in comfort. With the girl so close to her, Jen could only think of how soft, sweet and cute Sally was; her leg was actually touching Jen's shorts, rubbing almost suggestively whenever she moved. It didn't take long for Jennifer's senses to be overwhelmed by her own doings, and she started to moist in her panties. Jen turned her head slightly toward the girl and saw that her eyes were quite shut; subtly, she moved a hand inside her shorts, then her panties, and started to touch herself. Without a noise, trying not to disturb the girl, she let her practiced skills, now instinctive, guide her hands to her clitoris and opening, like she had done many times before. Suppressing a delighted moan, she started rubbing herself in her sensitive areas. Her arm, wrapped around the younger girl, started to instinctively pull her closer; unwittingly, she let her hand go from the girl's waist to her bottom, slipping under her panties. 'This is so wrong. I shouldn't be doing this. She's just an innocent girl. She could wake up any time.' Try as she might, Jennifer couldn't convince herself not to rub the girl's soft bottom. Little Sally moaned a bit, scaring the older girl, but didn't otherwise seem to move; somehow, this got Jennifer horny, knowing she could get caught any time. She pushed a finger inside her overflowing slit and started masturbating as hard as she could, her breathing heavy and her heart seeming to want to leap out of her chest, from the masturbation and the fear of getting caught. Sally moved a little in her sleep, likely made uncomfortable from the forced cuddling, sending her cheek rubbing against the teenage girl's nipple; that simple contact made Jen's vision blur, prompting her to insert a second finger inside her pussy, which quickly gave her an overwhelming orgasm that completely drenched her panties and filled the air with the flagrance of female orgasm. Jennifer's face seemed to be stuck in a permanent smile as her heavy breathing subsided, leaving her with an intense sense of satisfaction, replacing the guilt she had felt at taking advantage of the younger girl's sleeping body. Slowly, she crept her hand out of the girl's panties, enjoying her soft skin one last time while taking an innocent pose. "Was it fun? It looked like fun." To say that Sally's voice startled Jennifer would be a gross understatement. She was scared out of her mind that the girl had just seen her touch herself and was going to report her; she was feeling especially more guilty now about using her young body for her fantasies; and perhaps more importantly, she didn't want to lose her new friend so soon. "Wha... You were awake?" was all she could muster, in a scared, confused tone. "Yes," came the young girl's simple reply as she sat up to look Jennifer in the eyes, "that game you were playing, what was it? It looked like fun." 'So innocent!' thought Jennifer, suppressing more excitement as she thought of her answer; in the end, honesty seemed like the best idea. "It's a game only older girls can play, sorry. When you're older, I'll show you how to play it. But don't tell anyone, okay? I don't want to get in trouble." She didn't know if the girl would accept, but she seemed so nice and friendly, she thought it would be a good idea to ask her not to tell anyone. "Okay, I won't tell anyone, but you have to promise me you'll show me how to play it. I want to try it!" "I'm sorry," Jennifer said, "I can show you the game, but I don't think you'll like it." The idea of playing with such a young girl's body appealed to Jennifer. "Well, we won't know until we try it," said the girl, wisely. "I... I can show it to you tomorrow. If you want. Do you want to meet tomorrow after school?" "Yes! You'll be my best friend, and we'll play cuddling games all the time!" "Yes, yes we will." Jennifer smiled. Perhaps her story's heroine wouldn't need an older girlfriend after all... |