| Little Author, Part 7 "Alright," started Jennifer when she came back, "My mom talked to yours, and she's okay with you staying here tonight. I guess she doesn't know all the nasty things we'll do to you!" "They're not nasty," hastily replied Sally before a sheepish look overcame her young face. "They're sweet. Super sweet." Florence, the oldest of the girls, gave Sally a big hug, both girls smiling at the loving contact. "We'll be sweet to each other a lot, darling, you just look. We'll be sweetest girlfriends ever." The two girls exchanged a quick kiss, not wanting to risk getting caught by possibly less-than-understanding parents. Having unceremoniously sent Florence's parents away, the trio was now left to their own doings, which they unenthusiastically playing games while they waited for a good time to be alone together. They had to wait after dinner to play their favorite game, barely daring to touch each other under the table. Their meal completed, they went on to take showers; three showers for three girls, which made complete sense. Of course, it makes sense if you assume each girl takes their shower separately. Jennifer and Florence went to take the first shower, Sally staying behind, expectantly waiting her turn with each of the girls. With the door securely locked, Jennifer turned to her 16-years-old cousin, her hands quickly taking their place on her waist as she kissed her tenderly. She started undressing the older teen, unbuttoning and pulling off every piece of clothing while Florence's hand assured that the younger cousin kept her lips attached to hers and her tongue occupied. Kneeling before Jennifer, Florence lifted her shirt and repeatedly kissed her belly, making the younger teen alternately sigh and giggle while the two of them slowly removed her clothes. With a last kiss, the girls walked into the shower, admiring the warm water flowing around each other's curves. "I love you," whispered Jennifer, ever enthusiastic to shower her cousin with attention. "I'll always love you," came the reply, more than Jennifer could ever ask for. The two wet girls kissed passionately, their hands gliding delicately along each others' slippery bodies. Florence was the first to grab the body wash, and was quick to apply it to the younger girl's developing breasts. Without waiting, she moved behind her cousin and, rubbing her body seductively against hers; she started to delight her with skillful teasing of her sensitive nipples, before letting one hand descend to her moist tights, knowing that she enjoyed being teased gently and lovingly. As she had done countless times before, she let a finger slide into the girl's opening, then another, stretching her open better than she could herself. The water drifted down her body, making her moan as she was getting wet for entirely different reasons; her hands pushed against the wall, trying desperately to stay up as to not interrupt the tenderness she was receiving. Before long, Florence moved to kiss her, helping her suppress a loud moan as she reached another of her cousin's expertly-delivered climax; feeling somewhat weary, she let her cousin finish washing her, the contact now more relaxing than stimulating. When she was done being pampered by her ever-obliging cousin, Jennifer took back control of her own shower and placed yet another kiss on the wet teenager's lips; this time, however, she let herself slowly fall to her knees, placing her head straight in front of the beloved thighs of her lover. There, she placed another kiss, taking great delight in suckling on the erect clitoris. With skills she had practiced on her lover for years, she let her tongue penetrate her as far as it could get; her cousin liked it passionate, as the hands she soon felt pulling her closer confirmed. Like she had done many times before, Jennifer let herself lose track of time, concentrating on the delight of giving her cousin more pleasure than she could possibly feel on her own. In the end, her tongue slightly sore from over-enthusiasm, she felt her cousin's entire vagina tense up, her arms following suit as her back arched against the wall, the delightful love juices being Jennifer's just reward for such a feat. The younger girl got up and went for the soap, but Florence grabbed her arm. "Don't about it worry, Jenny," she said meekly, "I'll let our new lover take care of this." With a knowing smile, Jennifer turned off the water and grabbed a towel, letting herself be dried by her cousin's still-teasing hands. In the end, she put the towel on, not bothering to dress up, which made Florence giggle knowingly. She walked down to her room without attracting any parental attention, leaving the wet Florence alone. Sally, whom she had left reading her latest stories, was quite surprised to see her barely covered. "It's your turn, sweety," Florence whispered into Sally's ear before kissing her. "Don't make her wait, she's already wet." Sally turned bright red at the comment, before sheepishly heading out without a word. Florence, hearing a bath being drawn, figured the girls were going to relax and cuddle a little. She sat down on her computer to try to write some more for her lovers, but all she could think of doing was adding more girls to her imaginary flame's harem. In the end, she opted for the protagonist to meet her lover's younger sister, the two older girls concentrating on expertly pleasuring her. It didn't make too much sense for them to be that good at it, but she kept it that way, chalking it off to artistic liberty. As she was writing, she could hear the two girls giggling, then moaning some. While the bathroom was closer to her bedroom than to the living room, where her parents probably were, Jennifer was hoping the two girls would use some discretion before they got caught. She didn't quite get time to reach her story's climax, where the girls all climax like one, when Jennifer, towel-bound and looking positively fulfilled, walked into her room, placing a kiss on her lips like Jennifer had herself done for Sally. "Your turn," Jennifer whispered, her usual teasing smile being a lot more sheepish than expected. Jennifer gave the appeased girl a quick kiss before returning to the bathroom. There, she found Sally still in the bath, apparently still catching her breath. Quietly, she dropped her towel, letting the preteen girl get a good sight of her naked body before getting into the bath, hoping her parent's wouldn't notice they'd be using the same bathwater. Sitting next to Sally, she motioned the girl to come to her; Sally let herself be pulled close, her head resting against Jennifer's. Both girls enjoyed the embrace, although for Jennifer it was more stimulating than the relaxing contact the younger girl was hoping for. Gently, Jennifer let her hands navigate the young girl's body. Figuring Florence would leave the young girl's washing to her, she started taking care of Sally's young body, reveling at the adorable expression and childish curves of her newest lover. When Jennifer was done washing the slight body of the preteen girl, she let her hands wander a bit, gravitating toward her sensitive areas; seeing that, Sally let out a quiet "no..." before turning toward her lover and cuddling in her arms. Before Jennifer could quite make out the reason for the preteen's lack of lust, however, she felt the familiar touch of the little girl's lower lips rubbing her own, both girls' arms now holding their lover tenderly. Sally's motions were smooth and calm, barely moving the water in which they were bathing. Gently, she let her instincts take over, her precocious lust quite capable of pleasuring an older girl; the entire time, she was barely moving, but it seemed to them as if the entire world was shaking. The girls were quickly rendered breathless by the contacts, and their lovemaking, although short, culminated in a wonderful orgasm that left both of the girls spent and satisfied. When they were rested enough, the girls got out and toweled together; sneaking a peak to make sure the path was clear, they hurried to Jennifer's room, the two of them covered by a single towel. The rest of the evening was quite calm; the girls were quite satisfied now, and they didn't complain about having to keep up appearances; even Florence, who had to use the guest room, barely kissed the girls before leaving them together. Sally's sleeping bag did remain empty for the night, however. |