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My Summer with Erin, Chapter 1: Beginnings

  • Posted on April 30, 2016 at 1:57 pm

By Michelle

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in July 2007 }

Today was the day. I was simply trembling in anticipation. She would be over anytime now. I found myself looking out the window, waiting for her to come walking up the sidewalk to my condo. My heart was aching for this day for sometime now. I felt the familiar tingle between my legs as I thought of her. Thought of her lovely green eyes, her long blond straight hair, her cute little giggle. I let my mind wander back to the events of the past couple months that had led up to this day, this special weekend we would be spending together…

******

It was a hot day in late May when I first met little Erin. Yes, little Erin, ten years old. But I’m getting ahead of myself, first things first.

I was living alone as I had for sometime now. Susan, a thirty three year old single woman. I have never been married and I had lost interest in men some time ago. Actually, I don’t think I ever really had much interest in men. I never considered myself a lesbian, but I was definitely more attracted to women. That probably goes back to a time in my childhood. I was quite shy, never really having more than a couple close friends at a time. When I was younger I had brief affair with a girl. She was my age, thirteen, but it was more or less just experimentation. Just some kissing and heavy petting. I put that episode out of my mind after she moved away. But the thought of being with another girl always lingered in my mind.

I did not date much in high school or college, a couple boyfriends here and there, but I pretty much kept to myself most of the time. It’s not that was ugly or anything. I had long brown hair, a nice figure, a pretty face. I just did not care about having a relationship. After college, I focused on my career. Now here I was thirty three and alone, but wanting something more.

I had moved into this condo last summer. It was a lovely place, and the neighbors very nice. One family in particular, a young couple with a daughter, Tiffany, about eleven. She began coming over to my place soon after I moved in. There were no other kids in the complex for her to play with and I think she was lonely. She would bring me cookies that her mother had baked, ask me if I needed my car washed, chores done, things like that. She was a sweet girl and having her around was nice. I began to enjoy her company and it was nice to have some help around the house.

Now here it was, almost a year later. It was a nice spring day early in May and Tiffany stopped by. She wanted to know if I needed my car washed. I had just got out of the shower after spending a half hour with my shower massager, so I was still a little horny.

I greeted her at the door wearing a white tank top and light pink shorts, my hair still damp from the shower. She was standing at the door wearing a one piece white swimsuit and a pair of tight blue shorts over the bottoms. Her long curly hair falling about her shoulders. Her swimsuit was rather tight and her budding breasts were straining against the material. She had just began to develop a few months ago, after turning twelve in December. Her little nipples were clearly visible thru the fabric.

I felt a flush I had never felt in her company, a tingle between my legs as I stared at her little nipples. What was I feeling here? I had never looked at her like that before.

“Do you want your car washed Susan?” Tiffany said again.

Pulling my gaze away from her sweet little nipples I replied, “I’m sorry sweetheart, I was… just thinking about something. Yes, please. I would like my car washed.”

She walked inside and went to the closet to get the bucket, sponge, and soap. My eyes never left her as she walked down the hall to the closet. Her swimsuit was backless. Her back was so soft looking. Her slender legs disappearing inside her shorts, the line of the swimsuit visible under her shorts. Her little bottom swaying back and forth.

My God! I thought to myself. What am I, some kind of pervert? This little girl is making me horny.

She retrieved the supplies from the closet and walked back down the hall towards me. “Are you okay Susan? You look kinda funny,” she said.

“I’m okay sweetie. Just feeling a little hot.” I answered. Hot… I thought, yeah, I’m hot alright.

She looked at me kind of funny and went outside to my car. I looked down at my tank top and noticed my nipples were rock hard.

I stood at my window and watched her wash my car. She was getting more water on her than the car. Her white swimsuit getting wet and transparent. She had peeled off her shorts and was bent over washing the hood. The suit was too small and it was riding up her perfect little cheeks.

Oh my god, I thought as I felt my pussy begin to get wet. I watched her for a while, watched her little bottom swaying back and forth as she scrubbed my car. The perfect globes of her cheeks underneath the thin fabric of her wet suit. I imagined my hands running over her little bottom, squeezing those tiny cheeks in my hands… I shook the thought out of my mind and went to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of wine.

I was sitting at the table sipping my wine, trying to sort through these feelings I was having. These lustful thoughts about a twelve year old girl, my neighbor, when she walked in the house. “All done!” she exclaimed as she walked down the hall to put the supplies away. I stood and watched her sweet bottom as she walked down the hall. She was showing quite a bit of cheek. I began to breathe deeply, my hands trembling. I sat back down at the table and gulped the rest of the wine.

I was setting the glass down as she returned. My eyes instantly shot to the crotch of her wet suit, her little cameltoe visible through the wet fabric, the tiny lips perfectly outlined. I missed the table with my glass and it fell to the floor, breaking.

“Oh shit!” I exclaimed. “Sorry honey, I didn’t mean to swear.”

“Oh, it’s okay. I’ll get it,” she said, giggling and bent over to pick up the pieces. My pussy was now soaking my shorts as I watched her bend over, her little cheeks wet and shiny, the suit clinging to them.

I knew I could not take much more of this when a little yelp escaped her mouth. “What’s wrong, sweetie?” I asked.

“I cut my finger,” she said.

I took her soft hand in mine and looked at her finger. It was a small cut and not bleeding much. “Come on,” I said and took her into the bathroom to dress her cut.

I sat on the toilet and she stood in front of me. My eyes traveled down the length of her body and focused on her crotch. I reached over and grabbed some antiseptic and took her hand in mine. I sprayed some on her cut and placed a bandage on her finger. It was hard to concentrate with her little body so close to mine.

I was feeling tingling sensations all through my body. I kept stealing a glance at her little cameltoe, wondering what this beautiful flower would look like bare. Would it be hairless, would there be a light dusting of fur? My pussy was throbbing, my nipples erect.

Her tiny voice broke the silence, ” Did you have an accident? ” she said, giggling, pointing to my soaked shorts.

I blushed a deep red. “Oh my, it looks like I did. I must have wet myself when you cut yourself. I guess I was startled.”

She seemed to accept that excuse and smiled. She looked at her bandaged finger and began to turn and walk out, her little ass swaying back and forth. I stood and followed her.

We came into the living room, I grabbed my purse, fished out a five, and handed it to her. “Here you go, Tiff, thanks for the car wash. I’m kinda feeling funny and I need to change my shorts and take a nap.”

She took the money from my trembling hand and thanked me. She walked out the door and said she would see me tomorrow. I waved mindlessly as she closed the door behind her.

I instantly ran to my bedroom and peeled off my shorts. The musky smell of my dripping pussy filled the room. I pulled of my tank top and threw myself on the bed and parted my legs. My hand racing down to my pussy. I began to masturbate furiously. My fingers probing the slick folds of my labia. I began to rub frantic circles around my engorged clit, hard and fast. My other hand caressing my breasts, pinching my nipples. I leaned my head back and moaned loudly.

My mind was flooded with thoughts of a nude Tiffany grinding her bare pussy against mine…

Of her sweet budding breasts in my hungry mouth as I teased her nipples hard…

Of her sitting on my face as I eagerly lapped at the folds of her sweet flower, inhaling its sweet aroma…

Of my tongue probing her tiny sex, flicking her tiny clit as she shuddered with her first orgasm…

I came in waves, soaking my sheets, as these images coursed through my mind. I feel asleep shortly after having the best orgasm I had had in years.

Over the next couple weeks I saw Tiffany off and on. She would stop by and do some chores, car wash, or just chat. She was always wearing shorts or a little tank top or that lovely swimsuit. Always something that I wanted to tear off her little body, to gaze at her perfect naked form before I made sweet love to her.

I tried to keep the lustful thoughts about her out of my head, but it was not working and found myself masturbating as soon as she left. I kept picturing her nude pubescent body against mine as we made love in every imaginably way. She was fueling all my fantasies. I don’t think that girl had a clue as to what I was thinking about her.

I knew that I was sick to have these thoughts, but a part of me didn’t care anymore.

I finally accepted the fact that I was a lesbian pedophile.

******

Then came the fateful day in May when I met little Erin. I was driving home from work and had pulled into the condo unit. I looked over and there was Tiffany playing with a young blonde girl. They were riding their bikes around when Tiff noticed me pulling in.

I parked my car and got out when Tiffany and her little friend rode up to me. She jumped off her bike and threw herself around me, hugging me tightly. “Hi, Susan, how was work?” she said.

“Oh, just fine.” I answered, patting her on the back.

I glanced over to her little friend sitting on her bike. She was blonde with green eyes. She was wearing a gray baseball jersey with black sleeves and a short jeans skirt. She had a waif-like quality about her and the most lovely smile. My heart skipped a beat, she was the most beautiful little girl I had ever seen.

“Who’s your little friend?” I asked.

“Oh, this is Erin, we know each other from school.”

I walked over to her and extended my hand. “Hello, Erin, I’m Susan and I’m pleased to meet you.” I felt electricity shoot though my body as our hands met.

She looked at me and smiled. “Hi Susan,” she said shyly.

We stared into each other’s eyes for several beats. Then, with great reluctance, I pulled my hand away. I looked over at Tiffany, she was wearing long blue shorts and a white tank top. Her little breast buds were pushing against the fabric.

I asked what they had been doing. Tiffany responded, “Just waiting for you to come home so we could wash your car.”

I smiled, “Tiff, you washed my car two days ago. Do you really think it needs it again so soon?”

She giggled. “Yeah, I think so. We need to earn money, we are sooooo broke.”

I laughed. “Well, Tiff. I don’t think I need a car wash right now, but I might have some chores for you to do… tomorrow. I’m very tired tonight and I need to get some rest. You can come over early since it’s Saturday and spend the day helping me. How’s that sound?”

She made a cute little pouty face and said, “Okay, but can Erin help too?”

I looked over at Erin, she smiled shyly, I smiled back and winked at her. “That would be wonderful,” I said.

I waved goodbye as I walked up the walk to my door, thinking about tomorrow…

Continue on to Chapter 2

My Summer with Erin, Chapter 2: Getting to Know You

  • Posted on April 30, 2016 at 8:43 am

By Michelle

I awoke the next morning after having the most wonderful dreams. For once my dreams did not include Tiffany, but Erin. I felt a little guilty about that since most of my erotic dreams had been featuring Tiffany and myself. But since meeting Erin last night, I could not get her image out of my head.

Now waking up and feeling a little horny, I began to picture little Erin lying in my bed next to me. Of me kissing her little lips and stroking her blonde hair while staring into her green eyes. Holding her naked body to mine.

My hand slipped down to my panties and I began to trace lazy circles around my lips through the fabric. I closed my eyes and slipped a finger inside. My pussy was soaked already. I began to lightly flick my clit while thinking of Erin. My breath grew deeper as I let my mind and body be carried away on waves of pleasure. I was nearing an orgasm when my doorbell rang…

“Shit!” I said to no one in particular, and pulled my hand away. I jumped out of bed looking at the clock. It was 8:30 in the morning, my panties were soaking wet, my nipples erect, and the room smelled like pussy.

I grabbed a long t-shirt and pulled in over my head as I walked down the stairs to the door. I looked out the peephole and to my surprise, saw Erin standing there. Not Erin and Tiffany, only Erin.

“Hello Erin,” I said as I opened the door. “Where’s Tiffany?”

“She’s not home. When I went to her house, she said her mom wanted her to go run errands with her today and they just left. But I was kinda bored and wondered if I could help you out today. We did say we were coming over to help you.” Erin said.

I looked down at her, my God she was so adorable. Here I was horny as hell, panties soaked, with a cute little girl standing in my doorway. Alarms were going off in my head. My mind was telling me just to send her home, that we could do this some other time when Tiff was here…

“Sure, sweetie, come on in.” I said.

She walked in and I closed the door behind her. She was wearing the same short jeans skirt and a light blue t-shirt today. I was very curious as to what she had on under the skirt. Yesterday when we met I caught a glimpse under her skirt and it looked like she had on some black shorts. I was hoping to get another peek under there today.

“Would you like something to drink, Erin?” I asked.

“Yes, please.” she answered.

I walked into the kitchen and she followed. “I’ve got soda, water, milk, or grape juice. What would you like, dear?”

“I’ll have some water.” she answered.

I poured her a glass and handed it to her. As our fingers met I felt that same electricity I felt yesterday.

“What would you like me to do?” she asked.

About a thousand answers flew through my mind when I considered what I would like her to do, but I simply replied, “ Sweetie, it’s very early, it’s Saturday, and I’m not going to have you do any chores. I feel kinda lazy today. Why don’t we sit together on the couch and just chat? How would you like that?”

She shrugged her shoulders, smiled in the cutest way, and said “Okay.”

I sat on one end of the couch, drawing my knees up under me. She sat on the other side turned slightly to face me. We chatted about the usual things. School, she didn’t like it because she was shy and did not have many friends. Siblings, she had two sisters, one older and one younger. She had to share a room with her younger sister that was seven. She said she didn’t like it because her sister snored. That brought out a round of giggles from us both.

As we sat and chatted, I found myself growing more attracted to her. She was adorable and beautiful. But where my attraction to Tiffany was a physical one, my attraction to Erin was not only physical but emotional as well. This little girl was making me aware that there was something missing in my life.

Not to mention that I was very aroused. I had been very close to an orgasm when she had knocked on my door almost an hour ago, and my feelings had not diminished, but grown stronger.

I knew my panties were still damp and the scent of my excitement was drifting up. I thought Erin might be able to detect the scent in the air. I could see her cute little nostrils flare slightly every once in a while as we talked. By this time she had turned and we were both sitting cross legged on the couch facing each other. I now caught a glimpse under her skirt. She was not wearing the black shorts she had on under them yesterday, but a pair of white cotton panties. I smiled inwardly at the sight. The way they hugged her tiny peach. I felt another wave of emotion, and arousal, course through my body. My God… how I wanted this girl!

I leaned over to her and placed my hands on her little knees. “Erin, I’m so happy you came by today. You’re such a sweet girl and a very good conversationalist.”

She smiled back and blushed, “I’m glad I did too! Tiffany was right, you are a cool lady.”

It was my turn to blush now. “Why thank you, sweetie, that was a nice thing to say. You are welcome to come over anytime and visit, with or without Tiffany. I really am enjoying your company.”

Her eyes lit up in the cutest way. “Do you mean it? Can I really come over anytime I want?”

I smiled. “Of course Erin, anytime. Hey, would you like to see the rest of the condo? If you are going to be helping Tiffany with chores I should show you around.” I swung my legs out and got up off the couch. I thought I saw her steal a glance at my panties as I did this and smiled to myself.

“Sure,” she said and jumped of the couch to join me.

“Okay, my dear, I’ll give you the grand tour,” I said as I presented my arm to her. She hooked hers in mine and giggled.

“You’re already seen the living room and kitchen,” I said as I led her around the area. I pointed to my right, “This is the downstairs bathroom, I use it when I have to pee so bad I can’t make it upstairs.” She giggled at that. “If you’ll follow me upstairs, I’ll show you the rest of the place.”

We climbed up the stairs. Using my best tour guide voice, I said, “This is my upstairs bathroom and over here is my spare bedroom. I keep my computer and other odds and ends in here.”

“Oooo, how nice,” she said, nodding and smiling, trying to mimic a tourist. We both laughed hard and fell against each other giggling. “Now over here we have the master bedroom,” I said as I led her inside.

She looked around. “Wow, it’s so big. I wish my room was this big. And your bed looks so comfy. But it’s not made.” She put her hands on her hips and gave me a scolding look. “You should always make your bed,” she said, giggling.

“Well, young lady, since I was sleeping when you woke me up and didn’t have time to do it before rushing downstairs to answer the door for you, why don’t you make it for me?” I asked.

She jumped over and began to make the bed. I stood and watched this little angel work, my body trembling as she did. I was totally aroused now, watching her pull my sheets and blankets around. I wanted to grab her and throw her down on the bed and make love to her at that moment.

She turned around after finishing, “Now isn’t that better?” she asked.

“Oh yes, you did a wonderful job,” I replied.

With that she jumped up on the bed and laid down on her back with her knees bent. “Wow, it’s comfy!” she exclaimed and began to bounce up and down. I caught another glimpse of her panties as she did this.

I was on fire at this point. Here was a little girl I had met the day before and had been fantasizing about ever since, bouncing around on my bed flashing her panties. My mind was racing with the possibilities.

I shook my head slightly to snap out of the erotic thoughts running through my head. “Now, sweetie, you’re going to mess up the bed you just made if you keep that up,” I said. She just giggled. The sound was like music to my ears. “But… it does look like fun.”

With that I jumped on the bed , landing on my back, and began to bounce around too. She giggled and laughed and began bouncing around faster. Soon we were both giggling and laughing like a couple kids. Well, one of us was a kid, I only felt like one again.

“Tickle fight!” she yelled and begin to tickle me under my arms. I responded by tickling under her arms and sides. We began to roll around on the bed tickling each other, our bare legs touching each other’s.

I rolled on top of her, straddling her thighs and began to tickle her sides. Her shirt had slid up, exposing her bare belly. She pulled her arms up, crossing them over her chest and tossed her head back and forth, side to side, giggling incessantly. She was trying to kick her legs around, but it only resulted in pushing her thighs closer to my crotch.

I decided to let her win, and rolled off and on my back. She was on top of me instantly as we traded positions. She was now straddling my legs and tickling my sides. My shirt had not ridden up as far as hers, but my panties were exposed. I crossed my arms over my chest as she had done, covering my erect nipples. We were both laughing hard.

I had totally given myself to the moment and was in a state pure bliss. Every nerve in my body felt like it was going to explode. My pussy was on fire with hers so close to mine. I’m sure if I touched my clit, or if her sweet peach made contact with mine, I would have had an orgasm at that instant.

“S-stop!” I stammered. “I Give up, please no more, I’ll wet my panties!” With that, she laughed loud and rolled off and lay on her back next to me.

We lay there together, my arm around her. We were both breathing heavily, I from the sexual excitement, and she from the exertion of the play. Or maybe something else. Was she feeling some of the same feelings I was?

I glanced down at her chest. Her tiny nipples were poking the fabric of her t shirt. As our breathing grew more regular and relaxed I felt myself drifting away. My scent of arousal had filled the room like an intoxicating nectar. I’m quite sure she could smell it. She snuggled up close to me and we lay there holding each other quietly. She turned her head and looked up at me, smiling. I smiled back. I wanted to lean in for a kiss but I did not feel the time was right yet. Besides, just lying here snuggled together was wholly satisfying.

We drifted off to sleep together in each other’s arms.

After a while we woke. We had slept for almost an hour. She looked over at the clock and said her mom wanted her home soon.

We got up and went downstairs. “I had fun today, I’ll see you soon,” she said, smiling, and began to walk towards the door. Then she turned quickly, ran back and hugged me close. “I like you,” she said blushing.

I leaned down and kissed her forehead. “I like you too,” I said with so much emotion I thought my voice would crack.

She scampered off and out the door flashing her cute smile and waving. I stood there like a statue for a long moment, trembling. I climbed up the stairs and collapsed on my bed again. I could smell her on my sheets and pillow. My mind raced back to the “tickle fight” we had. The images of her white panties flashing in my mind. Of her cute face. Of her long blond hair. Her sweet smile, her tiny nipples poking through her t-shirt.

I slipped my panties off and began to play with myself. I came almost instantly. I lay there basking in the afterglow thinking about Erin. About how much I wanted to be with her.

Only a few hours together and I felt like I was falling in love with her.

******

I saw Erin off and on over the next couple weeks. But Erin had yet to stop by alone again. She and Tiffany would stop by and do housework for me, wash my car, or just hang out. The times they were over were fun. Every once in a while during their visits I would catch Erin stealing a glance at my chest. I always made sure to wear the tightest shirts I could find, with no bra. My nipples were almost always erect. Or I would catch her giving me a flirtatious smile, at least that’s how I interpreted it, when Tiffany wasn’t looking. Of course I would return the smile and give her a wink. She would blush and turn away smiling.

I was in a state of constant arousal when the girls were over. Tiffany may have kindled my desire for little girls, but it was Erin that was fueling the fire now burning in my heart and soul. I wanted her to come over alone. I was not sure I could trust myself, but part of me no longer cared. I had been alone for so long now and she had brought something into my life I was missing.

******

It was late afternoon one Saturday. I was sitting on the deck sipping a glass of wine reading a book when I heard my doorbell ring. I placed the novel aside and got up. It was a warm pleasant day and I was dressed accordingly, shorts and a tank top.

I walked through living room and peeked out the window. My heart leapt, there was Erin standing at the door, alone!

I opened the door and Erin burst in. “Hi Susan!” she said excitedly and threw her arms around me, hugging me tightly. Her head nestled on my breasts.

“Hi back, sweetie! And how’s my little princess today?” I asked, innocently kissing the top of her head.

“Oh, just super. I stopped by Tiffany’s and she wasn’t home, so I decided to come visit you. You don’t mind, do you?” she asked.

I had been waiting for this for a couple weeks now, and my heart was racing. She was wearing a cute little white tank top and a pair of yellow shorts that came to the middle of her thighs. “Of course not, angel, I’m glad you stopped by. Can you stay long?” I asked.

She tilted her head to the side, “As long as I want. My mom is gone and Terri (her older sister) is watching Jamie (her younger sister). She told me I was being a pest and I should go out and play. Sooooooo, here I am!”

I smiled back at her. “Wonderful, sweetheart. Would you care for a drink?” I asked.

“What are you drinking?” she said. I was holding my wine glass which was half full.

“Well, I’m having wine, but I can get you some grape juice and put it in a wine glass so you can pretend you’re having some too. Would you like that?” I asked as we walked into the kitchen.

“Oh lovely, that would be great!” She was beaming.

I filled her glass with juice and topped mine off with some more Merlot. “Come join me on the deck, Erin, and lets enjoy the afternoon together,” I said as I took her warm hand in mine.

We sat in chairs on the deck, me sipping my wine and she her grape juice. We caught up since her last visit. She was tired of her older sister watching her while her mom worked. “She treats me like a baby!“ She was tired of sharing a room with her younger sister. “Her snoring is getting worse!” She was glad school was out. “Everyone there is a jerk!” She was kind of sad because Tiffany was going away to summer camp next week and she would not have anyone to hang out with. “What am I gonna do all summer?” she said.

I placed my hand on her knee and leaned in closer. “I said you can come over and visit me anytime you want, after work, on the weekends, whenever. I know I’m not your age, Erin, but I enjoy your company and I hope you enjoy mine. That is if you don’t mind hanging out with an older lady.”

She blushed and I saw little tears well in her eyes. “Do you mean it? I can really hang out with you? Oh Susan, I’m so happy!” She leaned forward to hug me, and in the process, spilled the rest of her juice on the bottom of her shorts.

“Oh, poop!” she exclaimed. I giggled at her expletive. “Now I’ve done it. These are new and Mom’s gonna be so mad. I guess I better get home so I can wash them,” she said as she stood up to leave.

“Oh sweetie, that will stain if you don’t get them in the wash soon, but there is no reason for you to leave, I can wash them for you.” I said.

“Can you really? You don’t mind?” she asked.

“Yes Erin, it’s not a problem. But I’m afraid I don’t have any shorts that will fit you, so if you don’t mind running around in your panties for a while, I’ll get them in the wash right away.”

She blushed. I blushed too at the thought of her wearing only panties and her tank top. “Okay. But we can’t sit out here anymore. I don’t want anyone peeking at me,” she said.

We went inside. “Okay, get out of those shorts, young lady!” I said.

She giggled and ran into the bathroom closing the door. My mind was spinning. What was I thinking? The wine had definitely reached my head. I had just basically told her to strip to her panties and tank top, and she was in the bathroom doing that right now. Just be good, I told myself. You can handle it. I kept repeating this in my head like a mantra. I closed my eyes and waited.

The door opened and Erin came out. She was holding her shorts out in front of her. “I rinsed them out a little, but the stain is still there.”

I took them, glancing down at her. Her panties were white with little flowers on them. They looked a little small and absolutely adorable! I made eye contact with her. “I’ll put some stain remover on them, honey, they should be good as new,” I said, opening the laundry closet. She watched me squirt the stain remover on them and toss them in the washer. I turned it on and closed the door.

We walked back to the living room together, my eyes glued to her little bottom swaying back and forth in front of me. “Well, it could be worse. You could have got some on your panties too. Then they would be in the wash too, and you’d have to run around here with that cute little bottom of yours all bare,” I said, smiling at the visual.

She giggled, blushed, and then looked down at her panties. “I didn’t get any on them, did I?” she asked.

I knelt down and looked intently at the front of her panties. They were hugging her sweet little peach nicely, outlining the sides of her little lips and the cleft in the middle. My face was just a foot away from the object of my desire. My heart was pounding. I was flushed and I’m sure my face was red. My pussy was dripping with desire.

“Well, did I?” she asked.

“N-no, sweetie, they l-look… fine. Um, turn around and I’ll check the back,” I said in a shaky voice.

She turned slowly and bent slightly to present me with her bottom. Her panties were so snug and fit her little butt tightly. The legs of her panties had crept up and the bottoms of her cheeks were showing. I could make out the dark line between her cheeks as it traveled upwards. The waistband just barely covering the top of her tiny crack. With a shaking hand I reached out, wanting to caress her perfect rear. I let my finger gently brush her panty-covered cheek and felt a searing heat in my pussy, like fire. I shuddered, pulling my hand away.

I gave a deep sigh. “N-no Erin, nothing back here either,” I said quietly.

She turned back to face me. Her face was a little flushed too. Her tiny nipples were now visible as they poked against her tank top.

I began to stand up, and felt my legs shake and knees grow weak. I was feeling dizzy. “I feel lightheaded Erin, I need to sit down,” I said as I stumbled to the couch.

As I sat down on the couch, Erin came and stood before me. She looked at me with concern. “Are you alright, Susan?” she asked.

“Yes dear, I’ll be fine. I just felt a little dizzy, that’s all. Can you go get me a glass of water, please?”

She nodded her head and ran off to the kitchen, her little bottom bouncing, to get me water. I placed my head between my thighs to restore the blood to my head. I was thinking about how close I came to grabbing her little cheek in my hand. How would she have reacted?

I heard her approach and looked up as she stood in front of me. I let my gaze travel from her cute little feet, up her slender legs, to the crotch of her panties. I took a long moment to gaze at that precious mound, trying to imagine what it would look like bare. I continued to raise my head, I looked at her tiny nipples poking though her tank top. I finally made eye contact.

“Here you go, Susan,” she said, handing me the water.

I took the glass from her and drank deeply, then placed it on the end table. “Thank you Erin, I feel better now.”

She sighed. “Whew, you kinda scared me, Susan. I’m glad you’re alright now.”

She stared at me intently and I back at her. Our eyes were locked into each other’s. She smiled mischievously and said, “Can I ask you something?”

I nodded my head, “Sure. Anything, sweetheart.”

Then, as if floodgates had opened, she was all questions…

“How come you don’t have a boyfriend?” she asked.

“I don’t want one.”

“How come you’re not married?”

“Well, you have to have a boyfriend first, and since I don’t want one, that’s why.”

“Why don’t you want a boyfriend?”

“I’m just not interested in men.”

“Why?”

“I’m just not. I don’t really care for their company.”

“Boys are yucky.”

“Yes they are Erin, and so are men.” “

Are you a…” She paused, thinking about what she was going to say, “um… lesbian?”

“Where did you learn about lesbians?”

“School, TV, movies. Are you?”

I sat there a moment, thinking about what I would say to her. What would she do if I told her? Would she stop coming over, would she tell her mom, sisters, Tiffany?

I sighed deeply and said, “Yes, Erin. I am a lesbian. I like girls and not men. I think I have most of my life. Are you okay with that?”

She leaned in and hugged me. “I don’t care, you are a nice lady and I like you.” she said.

That simple statement from her, the utter honesty I heard in her voice, the matter-of-fact way she said it had me on the verge of tears.

I hugged her back, drawing her up on my lap. “I’m so glad you feel that way, Erin,” my voice cracked with emotion. “I was afraid you would stop coming over if I told you.”

We looked into each other’s eyes for the longest moment. She broke the silence asking, “Do you like me?”

I smiled and said, “Erin, you know I do.”

“That’s not what I meant,” she said. “I um… mean… um, do you like me, um, like a um… you know…” Her voice trailed off.

“Do you mean do I like you like a… girlfriend?” I asked.

She turned her head blushing. “Yeah, like a girlfriend,” she said quietly.

I did not know what to say. Events were running out of control. I was on a slippery slope and there was no way back. Here she was sitting on my lap in her panties and a thin tank top, looking in my eyes, waiting for an answer.

I swallowed hard. My pulse racing. Every nerve in my body on fire. The warmth of her body next to mine. The feelings of arousal and yearning in my body were too much to bear. I moved my hands to her shoulders and looked her in the eyes. “Yes, Erin, I like you like a girlfriend. In fact, I think, I-I-I think I love you.”

There, I said it. There was no turning back now. She looked at me deeply for such a young girl. She smiled that cute smile of hers and said. “ I love you too, Susan.”

Words cannot express what I felt at that moment. I was on a euphoric high that was indescribable. It was like a huge weight had been lifted off my chest and I could breathe again. I felt tears well in my eyes, saw tears in Erin’s too.

I moved my hands from her shoulders to the sides of her face, ran my fingers through her hair, and drew her face close to mine, our lips brushed together and met.

We kissed.

Our lips pressed softly together. A sweet gentle kiss. A kiss full of mutual love. It felt like it lasted for an eternity.

I slowly parted my lips and my tongue entered her mouth. She responded. Awkwardly at first, but then following my lead, our tongues began to dance together ever so softly. I caressed the sides of her face gently as our kiss grew more intense and full of passion.

After what seemed like a lifetime I broke the kiss and pulled back. We looked deeply into each other’s eyes. She was trembling, as was I. “Are you okay, Erin?” I asked, my voice cracking with emotion.

“I feel all tingly all over,” was her response.

“I do too, sweetheart, I do too.” I took her hand in mine and kissed it gently. “Erin, we need to talk about this.” I said. “This is really important. Do you understand?” She nodded.

“Erin, you know I love you and I do not want to hurt you. That tingly feeling we both have right now is because we are both sexually aroused. That happens when two people care about each other and kiss like we just did. Understand?” Another nod yes.

“Okay. But I am a grown woman and you are still a little girl. People would not understand the way we are feeling right now. And I could get into a lot of trouble and go to jail if anyone found out about this. Understand?”

She nodded. “Yes, Susan, I do understand. I don’t want you to get into trouble and go away.” She seemed on the verge of tears. “I promise I will not tell anyone about this, ever!”

I hugged her close and held her against me for the longest time. The feeling of having her on my lap held so close had me on the verge of an orgasm. Well, maybe not an orgasm. I can’t explain what I was feeling. I was in a heightened state of arousal like I had never felt before. I was happy and content to just remain as we were, holding each other and feeling the electricity flow back and forth though us. I was caressing her hair, her face, her arms, her legs. I think I was consciously avoiding touching her anyplace else. For some reason I did not want to take the next step, knowing that would come soon enough. I subconsciously knew I needed to give this little angel time to digest all that had happened this afternoon.

I leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips, a quick loving kiss. She smiled gently.

We sat together like that for quite sometime. Just holding each other. We would kiss a little. Caress each other, and kiss more. I felt at peace with myself. I felt an empty space in my heart had been filled, at long last. We began to doze off when the washing machine sounded and broke the silence.

“I think your shorts are ready for the dryer now, Erin,” I said.

She sighed lazily and pulled herself off my lap. We walked together to the laundry closet and I pulled out her wet shorts. “Look Erin, the stain did come out.” I tossed them in the dryer and turned it on, closing the door.

I took her hand and led her back to the couch, and she was on my lap again in an instant. We sat there looking at each other. Holding each other, caressing each other, kissing each other. Basking in the glow of our new feelings for each other.

Soon, her shorts were dry and she had put them on and was ready to leave. We hugged and kissed one last time before she went home. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Susan.” she said.

“And I’ll see you too,” I replied. She waved goodbye and walked out the door.

I watched mesmerized as she left. I dropped to my knees and broke down in tears of joy.

I lay on the floor holding myself, crying.

I was totally and helplessly in love.

Continue on to Chapter 3

My Summer with Erin, Chapter 3: All Rivers Meet the Sea

  • Posted on April 30, 2016 at 3:00 am

By Michelle

She would be over soon. I could feel it. I felt giddy like a schoolgirl on her first date. I paced around the living room, waiting. Reminiscing about the last couple months had only made me more anxious for Erin to arrive. I sat down at the table and began to think about the last couple of weeks. The weeks leading to this day. Our weekend together alone at the sea…

******

I awoke the next morning. I had cried myself to sleep on the floor. At some point I must have wandered upstairs and gone to bed, but I don’t remember doing so.

I slowly climbed out of bed and walked downstairs. I made some coffee and sat down at the table to sort through my feelings.

I was in love with this girl. I kept thinking about holding her and kissing her. Those special moments we spent together yesterday. I had wanted to take her to my room and make love to her then and there; it very hard not to. But something inside me told me it was not yet time.

I did not even masturbate about her last night, and that was a first!

I was wondering how Erin was dealing with all these new feelings, too. She seemed so into it yesterday, but I was a bit worried that I’d scared her. That she would tell her mother, sisters, or someone else. I could just picture it now. Cops at my door, hauling me away to prison for making out with a little girl.

That thought made me angry. What Erin and I shared yesterday was not perverted. I felt nothing but love for her and would never do anything to harm her.

I sat sipping my coffee with shaking hands.

After my morning shower, I was back at the table trying to relax. This was extremely difficult, so I decided to get up and go for a walk to burn off some energy.

I was walking down the street from the condo and had just passed a cute little home when I heard my name.

“Susan!!”

I turned to look and saw Erin running out of the door towards me. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. She collided with me, almost knocking me over as she wrapped her arms around my waist.

“Hi, Erin!” I said. “I had no idea you lived there. This is a nice surprise.”

“I was looking out the window and I saw you walk by. I got so excited! I just had to see you again!” she said, beaming with excitement.

I smiled down at her as she looked up at me. We stepped back from our embrace, holding each other’s hands.

“I’m glad you ran out, Erin. I’m really happy to see you, too! How are you today?” I said.

“I feel great! I had such a good time with you yesterday. It was all I could think about last night and all this morning,” Erin said, blushing. “I was going to come over and visit soon. I’m sooooo glad I saw you!”

“I’m glad too, sweetheart. Would you care to go for a walk?” I asked.

“I’d love to,” she said.

We walked along, talking about the events of yesterday. She told me she kept her promise and did not tell anyone and never would. Hearing that was a relief. We talked about kissing each other. She told me she had never felt anything like that before.

She told me how much she wanted to kiss some more. I told her that I loved kissing her just as much, and we would do it again soon. I had accepted the fact that I was in love with her. I wanted to be with her intimately. It was then I decided that our first time together as lovers, our first time sharing each other in the most intimate way, had to be someplace special.

I have always loved the coast. The sounds and smells of the ocean. The birthplace of us all. It was one of the most romantic places I could think of, and it would be there that Erin and I would make love for the first time.

But now, how to get to that point? I couldn’t just take her to the coast for a weekend, after all, she is only ten.

I could picture myself walking up to her home.

“Hi, Mrs. Erin’s mom. I’m Susan, a lesbian pedophile, and I’d love to take your daughter to the beach for a weekend. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Oh of course not, I have two other daughters too. Would you mind taking them as well?”

“Oh it would be my pleasure! I’ll have them back in one piece, more or less.”

I laughed out loud as I thought of this. Erin looked up at me, smiling.

“What’s so funny?” she asked.

“I was just thinking about something, sweetie, that’s all. Hey, why don’t you take me to meet your mom?” I asked.

“Do you mean it? You really want to meet my mom? Erin asked.

“I do. But we need to be very careful. We can’t let on that we are girlfriends. Understand?” I said.

“I understand. I’ll be good, I promise.” Erin said grinning mischievously.

I gave her a little pat on the butt. “That’s my girl,” I said.

I trusted her completely. I just hoped I would not give my feelings away.

******

I met her mom that evening. She was a nice woman, about thirty six years old. Carol was her name. She looked like an older version of Erin. She had long blond hair, a pretty face, and a good figure for a woman who’d had three kids.

Erin introduced me as Susan, the lady that lives by Tiffany. Carol told me that she had heard Tiffany’s parents talk about me and they had nothing but nice things to say. We chatted for quite a while. She told me that her husband had left her a few years ago and had never come back. He didn’t care about his daughters and was a deadbeat. Carol said she was just grateful she had a good job and was able to take care of her kids all on her own.

She had two other daughters — Terri, sixteen, and Jamie, seven. Terri had said “Hi,” when I came in and then, like most sullen teenagers, went right back to her room and turned on music. Jamie was a cute little girl, and looked like Erin must have when she was that age. Jamie just sat on the couch watching TV.

I told her a bit about myself. College, my job, the usual chit chat. We seemed to hit it off right away. I was glad I had made the decision to meet her. I felt a little guilty about my reasons, however. I could omly imagine what she would think if she knew.

She told me she was glad Erin had made friends with Tiffany. Erin was shy, she said, and didn’t make friends easily. She was also happy that Erin and Tiffany were learning to make money on their own at such a young age. She was also glad I was helping in that aspect. She hoped they weren’t a bother. I assured her that they weren’t, and I enjoyed the company.

I told her Erin was kind of sad that Tiff would be going to summer camp soon, and she would miss her. I let Carol know that Erin could continue to help me out around the home and earn a little spending money in the process.

She was happy about that, since Terri had to babysit both of them in the summer and sometimes got tired looking out for them. Jamie could be quite a handful, she said. “Anything to keep a teenager happy,” she told me, laughing.

I left later that evening, glad I had met her. I had hugged her when I left, and gave Erin an innocent little hug too. I went home alone thinking about Erin and when we could steal away to the beach together. Soon, I thought, but just take it slowly…

******

The next week went by rather quickly. I worked, came home, Erin would come over and visit. Sometimes with Tiffany and sometimes alone. When she and Tiff would stop by it was business as usual, doing some light housework, a little TV, just hanging out. Erin and I were quite discreet when Tiffany was along. Never letting on what was going on between us.

When Erin came by alone, it was a different story. We would end up wrapped in each other’s arms as soon as the door shut.

And our make out sessions were becoming more intense. But I avoided touching her most intimate places while we kissed, and simply focused on gentle caresses. Her arms, her legs, her face. Erin loved kissing and caressing me as well, always following my lead.

That little girl was becoming quite an excellent kisser in the process! I guess I was a good teacher.

We were learning each other’s soft caresses and forming an intense bond between us. A bond of love and friendship that I felt in my heart would last forever.

******

It’s wonderful when events transpire the way you want so quickly. It’s almost scary. Like Fate says to you, “Here’s a favor, but one day I’ll be back to collect.”

It was Thursday evening about nine o clock. Tiffany had left for summer camp on Monday, and Erin and I had spent every afternoon and evening together since. Erin had left about an hour ago. Our caresses had grown very intense this afternoon, and it was all I could do not to take it to the next level. I was about ready to give up on my plan to take her to the beach. I simply did not know how much more I could take of this intensity without making love to her. It was then that the phone rang…

“Hello?” I said as I placed the receiver to my ear.

“Hi, Susan? It’s me, Carol. Do you have a minute?”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“I need to ask you a huge favor. You can say no if you want and I’ll understand.”

“What is it?”

“I have an emergency, and I need to go out of town this weekend. Normally I would have Terri watch the girls, but she is away with friends, camping for the weekend. Now Jamie is staying with a friend from school, so that’s not a problem. But that leaves Erin with no one to watch her. I asked Tiffany’s parents, but they are going away for the weekend too. Would you mind watching Erin for the weekend? I know she likes spending time with you, in fact she brought up the idea. Would it be to much to ask?”

I felt my heart pounding in my chest. My god! What luck, I thought! I smiled, picturing Erin asking her mother if she could stay with me.

“Well, I was planning on taking a trip to the coast this weekend, but…”

“Oh, it’s alright then, I can try…”

“But,” I said, cutting her off, “if you don’t mind, Erin can come along too.”

“Really, you don’t mind? That would be fine with me. Erin will have a great time, she just loves the beach.”

“I’d be happy for the company, Carol. It’s really no bother at all. We’ll have lots of fun together.”

“That’s great, Susan. I’m so relieved. When are you leaving?”

“Early Friday afternoon. When do you need to leave?”

“Friday morning. Can I send her over then?”

“That would be fine, I’ll see her then.”

“Thanks again Susan, you’re a lifesaver!”

“You’re welcome, Carol. Take care.”

“Bye.”

I hung up the phone and stared blankly into space. I was so emotional I thought I would burst into tears. It would be this weekend, tomorrow. Friday.

Erin and I would make love for the first time.

******

So that’s how it all began. The events that led to this day. This day I have been awaiting for so long. I stood up and walked to the window. I peeked out. Erin was walking up the sidewalk with her little overnight bag flung across her shoulder.

We left for the beach shortly after.

The drive to the coast was uneventful. We got to the motel around two o clock. After checking in and tossing our belongings in the room, Erin went to the bathroom and changed into a little pink sundress. She looked adorable. I put on a short jeans skirt and a snug tank top. I looked pretty hot, if I say so myself. Then Erin wanted to go for a drive. I loved the idea. We left the motel and drove up the coast highway. It was a beautiful day for a drive. The sky was cloudless, the ocean dark blue.

We drove to a little tourist town a few miles from the motel and spent the rest of the afternoon walking about the stores, window shopping. We walked along holding hands, and chatted about everything and nothing. I kept looking at Erin and thinking how lucky I was to have met her. I was totally and hopelessly in love with her. I did not care that she was just a child. She had brought so much into my life.

We saw a sign advertising a whale watching cruise. Erin wanted to go. She said she had never been on the ocean before. How could I say no to her? We bought our tickets, and soon we were at sea. Erin was a bit nervous and clung to me the whole time. But she told me she wasn’t really scared, she just liked to be close to me. We didn’t see any whales, but just being together on the ocean made the day more romantic.

After the cruise we decided to grab some dinner. We ate at a cute little restaurant overlooking the ocean. The restaurant was filled with other couples. I’m sure people thought that she was my daughter or niece. No one had a clue that we were also a couple.

After dinner we strolled back to my car. We stood by my car and watched the sunset. I placed my arm around her shoulders and hugged her close. She snuggled close to me. It was beginning to get chilly, but the warmth in our bodies seemed to keep us comfortable. She looked up at me with her lovely green eyes. She was smiling softly. I smiled back at her.

“Susan?” she said.

“Yes, Erin.”

“I love you.”

I felt tears roll down my cheeks. That simple statement brought so much emotion to the surface. I could feel the honesty in her words. Those three little words. I knew she meant it. It was not the first time she had said it, but being here watching the sunset after spending a romantic day together made it more meaningful, more real.

“I love you too, Erin, more than you know,” I said, my voice heavy with emotion.

“I know you do, Susan.” She smiled shyly, blushing. “That’s why I want to go back to the motel right now. I want to be in bed with you.”

I looked over at her. She was glowing. She had bedroom eyes to die for. I looked deeply into those eyes. Oh, how I loved this girl!

“Are you sure, sweetie?” I asked as I gently ran my fingers through her hair.

“I’m sure, Susan.” she said.

“Come on Erin, let’s go. It’s time for bed.”

******

When we got back to the motel, the sun had set and it was now dark. I fumbled for the key card with shaking hands. I opened the door and we went inside. I closed it behind us as Erin flipped the light on. I tossed my purse on the table and kicked off my shoes.

“Erin, sweetie, go and get ready for bed.” I said, my voice cracking.

She smiled, grabbed her overnight bag, and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

I peeled off my skirt and tossed it aside. I lay down on the bed, wearing only panties and my tank top. My heart was pounding, my hands sweating. I rolled to my side and propped my head on my hand. I watched the bathroom door, waiting for her to emerge.

She walked out of the bathroom shyly. She had removed her sundress and was wearing a long t-shirt. It must have belonged to her mother, because it came down to her knees. The shirt was hanging off her left shoulder, her bare skin exposed. She looked so innocent, yet so sexy. I swallowed hard as my heart fluttered. I smiled and patted the bed next to me. She walked over slowly, glowing like an angel. Smiling, she climbed up on the bed and lay facing me.

“Erin,” I said, placing my hand on her shoulder. “Do you understand what will happen tonight?”

“Yes, Susan, I do,” she answered in a quiet voice.

“We don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do, sweetie,” I said, caressing her shoulder.

“I know Susan. But I really want to. I have wanted to ever since we started kissing each other. I love the way you treat me. You make me feel so special.” She smiled. “I love it when you kiss and hold me. It makes me feel tingly all over. Especially down there.” She blushed.

“Oh Erin, I love you so much right now. You are the best thing that has happened to me in my whole life,” I said, choking back emotion.

“I love you too, Susan. I always will. Now, are you gonna kiss me or what?” she said, giving me that cute little grin that I had grown to love so much.

I laughed, releasing some of my pent up emotion. “I most certainly am going to kiss you, young lady, and so much more.”

I reached out and caressed her cheek, slowly, softly. She closed her eyes and leaned into my hand. She sighed deeply. My hand slid behind her back and I drew her closer to me. Our lips met and we began to kiss. Her mouth parted to receive my tongue, beginning the familiar dance we had shared so many times before.

As we kissed passionately, my hand slid down her side and caressed her soft leg. Our kisses grew more intense. I slid my hand back up her leg, reaching the hem of her shirt, pushing it up over her hip to expose her panties. I slid my hand behind and cupped her little bottom gently, giving it a slight squeeze. It felt so soft in my hand.

I broke away from our kiss and began to nuzzle her neck, inhaling her sweet smell. She moaned softly. We continued like this for some time. Nuzzling and kissing while I caressed and squeezed her little bottom. My fingers teasing each cheek.

“Erin,” I said. “I think it’s time we got these clothes out of the way.”

She nodded wordlessly.

I pulled her up so we were sitting on our knees facing each other. Her face was flushed with excitement. My heart was pounding in my chest. I took the hem of her shirt and began to raise it slowly. She lifted her arms above her head and closed her eyes. The hem was just below her nipples. I closed my eyes and finished pulling it off and over her head.

I opened my eyes slowly and looked at her chest. She was completely flat, but that was no surprise. But seeing her pink dime sized areolas for the first time brought a new wave of excitement, and wetness, to my already slick pussy. I gasped at the sight. Her tiny nipples were completely erect and standing out like two very small eraser heads. They were calling to me and I answered immediately.

I leaned forward and placed my hands on her chest. My thumbs began tracing circles around her areolas and teasing her hard little nipples. She trembled at my touch. I leaned her back and she stretched her legs out so she was laying down flat. I took a moment to admire the lovely form before me. Erin laying on a soft bed, with only her thin panties on. The last barrier before I would see her naked for the first time.

I laid down beside her, caressing her left nipple with my right hand. I brought my head down to her chest and started kissing her right nipple. Lightly at first. Kissing the area around her tiny hard nipple. I opened my mouth and began sucking on it while gently squeezing and rubbing the other. She moaned softly and squirmed on the bed, moving her tiny hips back and forth.

I alternated back and forth between her sweet nipples. Kissing and caressing each one in turn. She had her arms stretched out to the side, trembling with a pleasure, a new sensation she had never felt before. My hand slowly began to slide down her firm belly. I gave her right nipple a last little kiss, brought my lips to hers, and we kissed.

My hand continued its journey down her belly. My searching fingers encountered the waistband of her panties. I lifted my hand up and cupped her soft mound through the thin fabric of her panties. She moaned deeply into my mouth as I pressed down softly, her legs parting for me.

I felt the warmth and moistness between her legs. I traced my finger on each lip, and then slid it upward in her tiny slit. She shuddered and moaned even deeper into our passionate kiss. My finger made contact with her tiny clit through her damp panties. She squealed and broke our kiss.

“Oh, Susan!” Erin screamed loudly.

I looked in her eyes with concern. “Are you okay, Erin?” I asked softly.

“O-oh yessssss!!” she hissed. “M-my w-whole body just f-felt like it would explode.”

I smiled. “That’s normal, sweetheart. I just touched your clitoris. The most sensitive part of your pussy. That feeling you just felt will continue to build as we make love.”

“Mmmmm, touch it again,” she said.

“Gladly my love, gladly. But let’s get these panties out of the way.”

I rose up and knelt beside her. I looked down at her as she lay on the bed. Her face and chest flushed with her growing excitement. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever laid eyes on. She looked so innocent, yet erotic. A girl child about to experience something new and wondrous.

My chest was heaving, my nipples hard. I pulled my tank top over my head and flung it aside. She looked up wide-eyed at my breasts. Staring at my dark areolas and fully erect nipples. I leaned back down and ran my hands down her sides to the waistband of her panties. I hesitated, wanting to draw this moment out. This moment I had been awaiting for so long.

I hooked a finger on each side and began to slowly lower them. The band was now at the very top of her mound, ready to expose her sweet peach. I pulled them a tiny bit more, the top of her cleft now visible. My hands were shaking, every nerve in my body afire. I felt electricity flowing from my fingertips though my body to my throbbing pussy. Holding my breath, I lowered them more, uncovering the most beautiful sight I had ever beheld.

I gazed at the present now before me. It seemed that time had stopped. I took in every detail of her bare mound. The way her tiny lips looked, the dark cleft in the middle. Her little pussy was swollen with arousal. Her scent wafting up towards me. I inhaled deeply. The scent was intoxicating.

Her outer labia was glistening with her excitement. She lifted her bottom off the bed slightly as I pulled her panties off her bottom and down her thighs. She bent her knees up, and I slid them over her knees and down to her ankles. I pulled each foot out of the leg band. Her panties were now off and in my hand. I brought them to my nose and inhaled deeply. This brought a new wave of arousal and tingling to my swollen pussy. I placed them on the bed beside us, and leaned forward to enjoy the most intimate gift she could give me.

Erin opened her legs wide as I moved between them. I stretched out flat on the bed, lying on my tummy between her thighs. My face was just inches away from her sex, a delicate peach, soft and luscious. Her tiny inner lips had began to poke out like a little tongue, teasing me. I slowly traced a finger on her outer labia. She shuddered and moaned softly. It felt so soft and so sweet. I inhaled again, enjoying the fragrance of this precious flower before me.

I ran my finger between her lips, teasing her inner labia out more. She was slick with excitement. I spread her outer lips apart and gazed inside. I began teasing her tiny lips while she shuddered and moaned, writhing on the bed in ecstasy. I pushed up her clitoral hood and gazed lovingly at the tiny swollen clit. I touched it softly. She clenched her cheeks and rose up off the bed slightly, pushing her sex towards me. I leaned forward and ran the flat of my tongue up her wet slit, letting the tip contact her clit.

“OH, SUSAN!” she screamed. “More, more, more!!”

I smiled up at her from between her thighs. She was looking down at me, waiting for me to resume, waiting for my tongue to touch her sensitive clit. I smiled and brought my face back down to her sweet flower. I licked her slit and pressed my tongue inside her walls. The tip of my tongue probing her, licking her, tasting her sweet pure nectar.

She was writhing on the bed. She bent her knees up and spread her legs wider, opening up the delicate petals of her flower. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and pulled her even closer. I took her tiny clit in my mouth and began to suck it in slowly, teasing the tip with my tongue. She was quivering and moaning, her arms stretched out beside her, clutching the sheets in her hands.

Her pussy was leaking more than I thought possible for such a little girl. Her juices flowing like a river. My face was slick with her wetness as I buried my face deeper into her most special place.

Then her tiny body began to shake. She started yelling out my name.

“Susan! Susan! Oh, Susan!!”

Her body was trembling, I knew she was she was seconds away from her first orgasm. The intensity of all our encounters had built to this moment. I slid my hand down between my own legs. My pussy had soaked my panties, and was now drenching the sheets below me. My own orgasm was seconds away. My clit was like a fuse that just needed to be touched. I knew that as soon as I touched it, I would come in waves.

I lifted my hips and thrust my hand inside my panties as Erin tensed and squeezed her thighs together.

Then everything happened at once.

My finger made contact with my clit, the world stopped moving.

Erin screamed out in pleasure, her body tensed.

Wave after wave of intense pleasure shot through me, radiating out from my clit to every nerve in my body.

We came together as one body, one heart, one soul.

I lay there a moment as the wonderful feelings began to subside. Erin was breathing heavily, her eyes closed. I pulled my panties off and crawled up to lie beside her. We held each other for the longest time. I cannot describe the feelings I felt at this moment.

I had just made love to the girl of my dreams.

I had just experienced the most fantastic, intense orgasm in my life.

I looked over at her flushed face and the glow in her cheeks. She opened her eye and gazed at me lovingly.

“Erin, how do you feel?” I asked.

She opened her mouth to speak, but was at a loss for words.

“Susan,” she said after she found her voice. “I feel so, so…” her voice trailed off.

“Wonderful?” I said.

“Loved.” she answered.

“So do I.” I said quietly.

I pulled her close and we kissed softly until she snuggled up and fell asleep in my arms.

******

Morning came and found us sleeping peacefully. The peaceful sleep of lovers. I was on my back and Erin curled up beside me, breathing softly. Her leg was thrown over mine, an arm across my breasts, her face nuzzled in my neck. I awoke with the awareness of her warm soft pussy in contact with my thigh. I looked over at her. She was sleeping like an angel. I reached over and caressed her soft face, she stirred and opened her eyes slowly, blinking once. A broad smile on her lovely face.

“Good morning, princess.” I said softly. “Did you sleep well?”

“Mmmmm, yes,” Erin said stretching her free arm out and yawning.

“Me too, princess. I had the best sleep I’ve had in years.”

“Did you have good dreams?” she asked.

“The best, Erin.”

“Did you dream about me?” she said.

“I always do, lover.”

She smiled again, that lovely sweet smile I have grown to love. I caressed her face again and she snuggled closer to me, pushing her soft sex into my thigh. Her movement sent a wave of arousal through me.

“What do you want to do today?” I asked.

“Stay in bed with you all day!” she said giggling.

I smiled at the thought. It sounded like a wonderful idea that I could easily accommodate.

“Do you want to talk about last night?” I asked.

“Sure.” she said smiling. “What do you want to talk about?”

“Just what you’re feeling, Erin. Please share it with me.” I said.

She took a deep breath and smiled.

“You made me feel so good last night, Susan. They way you touched me and kissed me and made my body all tingly and warm.” she said blushing. “I really liked it when you kissed my…” she giggled. “pussy. That felt the best! And when you licked my cli… cleet… what did you call it?”

“Clitoris,” I answered smiling.

“Yeah!” she said with widening eyes. “My clitoris. Cli-tor-is.” she said, drawing the word out. “That was the best! I felt like my whole body was on fire and I thought I was gonna blow up! What’s my clitoris do?”

“Well, sweetie, it’s the most sensitive part of your pussy. Its only purpose is to give girls sexual pleasure. When I touched it and kissed it and licked it, I gave you an orgasm. And when you had your orgasm, I had one at the same time.”

She smiled, nodding. Digesting this new information. I just love teaching someone something new.

“And an Or-gas-um, that’s what I had when my whole body shook and tingled?” she asked.

“Yes sweetie, it was. Didn’t it feel the best?” I said.

“It was the best feeling I ever had in my whole life! I want to have another one right now!” She said beaming with excitement.

I felt her slowly pushing her bare pussy into my thigh, slowly grinding into me. I felt my pussy growing damp, sending a fresh wave of arousal through me.

“Well,” I said, laughing. “I don’t think that will be much of a problem if you keep doing what you’re doing right now. Rubbing that sweet little flower into my thigh.”

I could feel the heat from her pussy on my thigh, feel the moisture begin to leak out. She began to gyrate her hips, pushing her pussy against me, rubbing up and down. I pulled her on top, so she was straddling my thigh. I reached behind and took her soft cheeks in my hands, kneading and caressing them. I moved her forward on my thigh so her thigh was now in contact with my pussy. This contact sent a wave of pleasure through me. I moaned softly.

She began to play with my breasts, squeezing them gently, pinching the nipples. Her actions were only increasing my arousal. I had my hands firmly attached to her bottom. I would push her cheeks together as I pushed her hot, wet, pussy into my thigh, had become deeper and louder as her sexual energy built inside her young body. Mine joined with hers as the pleasure radiated from my clit to my extremities.

“Erin,” I panted between moans, “move over here, honey.”

I pulled her off my thigh and positioned her between my open legs bringing her sweet pussy, dripping with nectar, into contact with mine. As our pussies pressed together for the first time I felt a bolt of electricity shoot though my body. The feeling was almost too much to bear. I pulled Erin closer to kiss her lovely face. The tiny hard points of her nipples poking my heaving breast. I returned my hands to her bottom and pushed her pussy into mine. Our juices ran and mingled together as our pussies began their intimate kiss.

As my hands squeezed and kneaded her cheeks, my finger brushed her small anus, sending a shiver through Erin’s body and even more excitement through mine. Her tiny hole was slick with the juices from her little pussy. I gently pushed the fingertip in. Erin moaned in delight.

“Oh Susan…. I… umm… mmmmmm, Susan, mmmmmm, I feel… mmmmmm… I’m gonna… mmmmmm…” she moaned into our open mouth kiss.

“Just let it build, sweetie… relax and let your body go…”

“Ohhhhh, Susan, I’m… gonna… mmmmmm”

With my fingertip in her tight anus I pushed her pussy deeper onto mine. Intense, tingling waves of pleasure shot through our bodies as our swollen clits slid back and forth on each other’s. The wave built like a tsunami looming over us, ready to wash us away, envelop us in pure ecstasy.

“Erin!” I screamed.

“Susan!” she screamed.

The wave broke over us and carried us away in a raging sea of orgasmic delight as we came together as one.

We lay there together as the waves of pleasure slowly began to subside. We were breathing slowly and deeply. She snuggled closer and buried her face against my neck. I ran my fingers though her blond hair.

“Susan,” she said finally. “That was a really good organism.”

I laughed softly. “Orgasm, sweetie. Or you can say cum, or cumming, too.”

“I think I’ll say cum. That was the best cum I ever had, Susan!” she said, giggling.

“I think that was the best one I’ve had yet too, sweetie. You are an excellent little lover and learn so quick,” I told her.

We lay there together for a while. We were hot and sticky from our love making session. I felt like I needed to get refreshed.

“Erin, sweetie, let’s go take a shower,” I said.

“Mmmmm, that sounds yummy,” she said, bouncing up off the bed and running to the bathroom, her cute little bottom jiggling. “Last one in is a rotten egg!” she called over her shoulder.

I ran after her, and soon we were in the shower together. Well, it started out to be a shower, but we plugged the drain and let the bath fill. We washed each other carefully. I let Erin explore my body intimately. I explained the parts of my vagina to her as we compared our pussies. She hungrily digested all the information I could offer. She was such a bright girl and learned so fast.

We ended up making love in the tub again. I let her kneel between my legs as she fingered and probed my pussy. She teased my clit expertly and brought me to my third orgasm quickly. I reciprocated, of course, teasing her tiny clit as well. Soon she was in the throes of her third.

After our bath, we decided to eat. It was almost noon. We called room service and had a nice breakfast of pancakes, bacon, eggs, and juice. We ate like ravenous beasts.

That was how we spent the rest of the day and night. We made love over and over, only stopping once for more room service. We learned each other’s bodies. The touches, the soft caresses, the gentle kisses. Each lovemaking session was more intense that the last. Our sexual energy feeding and fulfilling each other.

We were totally in love.

******

We left the beach the next morning. We stopped at a little diner along the way and had breakfast. The rest of the journey home was spent in a quiet comfortable silence. We were both exhausted from all the lovemaking. But we were also glowing. Feelings of love radiating from both of us. We had cemented a bond of mutual love and friendship that would last forever.

We pulled into my condo and went inside. Erin’s mom would not be home for a few more hours.

I’m sure we could find something to do to pass the time…

Continue on to Chapter 4

My Summer with Erin, Chapter 4: Tiffany Goes to Summer Camp

  • Posted on April 30, 2016 at 2:00 am

By Michelle

Tiffany hated summer camp.

She had been there a few days and already she was homesick. She missed her mom and dad, she missed Susan, and most of all she missed Erin.

The other girls at camp all knew each other, and she felt like an outsider. She had yet to make any friends and spent most of the time alone. Well, except when they made them do dumb things like sit around the camp fire and tell dumb ghost stories. Or make stupid bracelets, or necklaces. Things she would have normally enjoyed doing if she had someone cool to hang out with, someone like Erin.

Well, at least Erin could hang out with Susan, they seemed to get along together. Susan would keep Erin company. Tiffany found herself feeling a little bit jealous that Susan and Erin would be spending time together without her. She knew Erin had been going over and seeing Susan alone every once in a while, and wondered what they talked about, what they did.

She thought she saw Erin wink at Susan once, and Susan blush. That made her curious. She wondered if Susan was a lesbian, because she never had any boyfriends. Tiffany didn’t care if she was or not. And besides, Tiffany and Erin both thought boys were yucky. Maybe Susan did too.

Tiffany didn’t like boys at all. They were gross and loud and stupid. Tiffany was beginning to have strange feelings lately. Feelings she didn’t understand. She had began to touch herself a few months ago, rubbing her little pussy while she bathed or lay in bed. She had just begun to get a little hair down there, too. She thought it was cool, like she was getting older, growing up. But she also thought it looked better bare. Maybe she was just used to seeing it like that.

Tiffany knew that other girls played with their pussies too. She had heard some of them talk about it at school. That’s where she got the idea. But the other girls were always talking about boys when they talked about playing with themselves. Tiffany felt weird because she was thinking about something different, she was thinking about her friend Erin.

Tiffany began to think she might be a lesbian.

So here she was at summer camp, having the worst time of her life.

It was afternoon, and everyone was at the lake swimming. Tiffany had on her white one-piece suit. The one that Susan said looked so cute on her. Susan always looked at her funny when she wore it. Tiffany was curious about that, especially that one day when she washed Susan’s car. She had caught Susan looking at her crotch and her boobies when she was putting a bandage on her finger that day. Susan was acting really funny. She had even wet her shorts!

All the other girls were in the lake swimming. Tiffany was sitting alone on the dock, lazily kicking her feet in the water.

“Don’t you want to get in, Tiffany?” a voice from behind her said.

Tiffany turned her head and saw Laura standing on the dock behind her. Laura was one of the camp counselors. She was about seventeen or so, Tiffany thought. She had red hair and blue eyes and really big boobs. Tiffany had noticed that the first time she saw her. Tiffany had found herself noticing lots of things like that about other girls lately. Laura had on a cute black one-piece swimsuit.

“I don’t feel like it,” Tiffany replied.

“Why not, honey, don’t you know how to swim?” Laura asked.

“Yeah, I know how to swim, I just don’t feel like swimming with the other girls. I don’t think they like me.”

“Yes, I’ve noticed you’ve been keeping to yourself. What’s wrong?” Laura asked.

“Oh, nothing. I guess I’m just homesick. I really miss my friend Erin, and I don’t like the other girls here. All they talk about is what they have, or what they want, or yucky boys,” Tiffany said.

Laura smiled and sat down beside her. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” she said, putting her arm around Tiffany’s shoulders. “I’ll be your friend if you want.”

Tiffany smiled and blushed. She felt that funny tickling feeling in her tummy when Laura put her arm around her shoulder. “Are you sure? You really want to be my friend?”

“Well, it’s one of the reasons I’m here, silly. To make sure all the girls are having a good time. But you seem like a really cool girl that would make a good friend even if I wasn’t just a counselor.” Laura hugged Tiffany closer and playfully rubbed the top of her head. Tiffany giggled.

“So why don’t you take off that frowny face and let’s go for a swim!” Laura said as she stood up, taking Tiffany’s hand in hers.

“Okay, Laura, let’s go,” Tiffany said standing up too.

And with that, they both dove in the lake.

They swam together for about an hour. Tiffany found herself warming up to Laura immediately. Laura was cool. They swam and played together. Tiffany was really starting to enjoy herself. Laura would pick her up under the arms and toss her in the air, letting Tiffany splash back down in the water. Tiffany was laughing and giggling. Tiffany liked the way Laura grabbed her under the arms when she tossed her up. Laura would sometimes touch her boobs when that happened. That tickling feeling was getting stronger in her tummy.

Tiffany found herself staring at Laura’s boobs a lot. She noticed her nipples were hard most of the time—like Susan’s were, whenever she was over. Tiffany looked down and noticed her own little nipples were hard too. She caught Laura looking at her boobs too, just like Susan did.

After the swim, Laura and Tiffany walked back towards the cabins.

“Tiffany, I need to go do my duties for a while,” she said, as she bent down and put herself at eye level with Tiffany. “But later, after lights out, why don’t we get together and talk some more?”

“Okay, Laura, that would be cool. Are you gonna come in the cabin?” Tiffany asked.

“No, sweetie. I have a tent I like to sleep in sometimes when I want some privacy. Let’s talk in there, okay?”

“Okay, that sounds really cool,” Tiffany said. “Where is it?”

“I’ll show you.”

Laura showed Tiffany where the tent was. It was a little ways away from the cabins and up in the woods. Laura told her she would leave a lantern burning outside so she could find her way. Laura told Tiffany to wait until the other girls were asleep and then come over. Tiffany said she would.

Tiffany crept out after the other girls were snoring away. She was wearing some flip flops, the gym shorts she slept in, and a t-shirt. Tiffany saw the lantern burning up by the tent and felt her heart flutter. That tickling feeling she had been feeling all afternoon, too. That tickling feeling wasn’t only in her tummy now, it had moved to her pussy.

“Laura,” Tiffany said quietly, “are you in there?”

Laura poked her head out the tent flap and smiled. “Yes, Tiffany, come on in,” she said, pulling back the flap.

Tiffany crawled inside and sat down. Laura had a little lantern burning inside, casting just enough light to see. Laura was wearing a tiny tank top and just her panties. Tiffany blushed.

“I’m so glad you came by, Tiffany. I really wanted to talk to you tonight,” Laura said.

“I’m glad, too. All the girls snore so loud in the cabin, it’s hard to sleep,” Tiffany giggled.

“Well, it’s just the two of us now, sweetie. So let’s chat.”

Laura was sitting cross-legged, so Tiffany sat in front of her the same way. Tiffany found herself looking at Laura’s boobs, noticing her erect nipples. She looked down at the crotch of Laura’s panties, too. They were thin and white and Tiffany could see her red pubic hair through the cotton fabric.

“Like what you see?” Laura said.

Tiffany blushed deeply. “Um… I um… didn’t, um, mean to stare. It just you have such big boobies, that’s all. I think they look, um… nice.” Tiffany put her hands over her face, blushing even deeper.

“It’s okay, Tiffany. I don’t mind. In fact, I noticed you checking them out quite a few times today while we were swimming. That’s one of the reasons I wanted you to come visit me tonight.”

Tiffany took her hands away from her face and looked at Laura. “Really, you don’t mind me looking?”

“Not at all, Tiffany. As a matter of fact, I was checking out your boobies today, too. You‘ve got quite a nice pair.” Laura said with a cute grin.

“But I hardly have any yet.” Tiffany frowned.

“Sweetie, what you have looks absolutely yummy,” Laura said with a funny look in her eyes. “Would you like to touch mine?” she asked.

Tiffany didn’t know what to say. She really wanted to but was nervous. “I -I -I guess so,” she said quietly.

As she reached out slowly to touch one, Laura leaned back and pulled her top off. Tiffany’s eyes widened, shocked at Laura’s sudden move. “It’s okay, Tiffany. We can’t have my shirt getting in the way if you really want to touch me.”

Tiffany reached out and placed her hand on Laura’s boob. It felt soft, yet firm. She brushed her fingers over her hard pink nipple. Laura moaned. Tiffany was tingling with excitement. She could not believe what was happening. She was touching another girl’s boob and it felt wonderful!

“Oh yesssss,” Laura hissed. “That’s a good girl. Squeeze it, play with my nipple.”

Tiffany now had both hands on Laura’s boobs and was squeezing and playing with her nipples. That tingling feeling growing stronger between her legs.

Laura grabbed Tiffany’s hands and began to move them around her boobs. Squishing them into her heaving chest. Laura was breathing hard and fast now, her face flushed with excitement. She brought her hands to the hem of Tiffany’s shirt and began to pull it up.

“Now it’s my turn,” she said pulling Tiffany’s shirt up and off, tossing it aside.

Tiffany blushed deeply and covered her tiny budding breasts with her hands. Laura leaned forward and grabbed Tiffany’s wrists, pulling them away.

“Don’t you dare hide those sweet little morsels from me, sweetie.” said Laura, grinning. Laura leaned forward and grabbed Tiffany’s shoulders pulling her closer. Her mouth instantly went to Tiffany’s tender young boob. She began to suckle her tiny puffy nipple while gently pinching the other, teasing it erect.

Tiffany moaned and leaned her head back. She was on fire now, as all these new sensations rushed through her body. She felt moisture leaking from her tingling pussy. Tiffany slid her hand down and began mindlessly rubbing herself through her shorts as Laura sucked and played with her nipples.

“Oh that’s it, baby! Play with your little pussy for me!” Laura said as she sucked Tiffany’s nipple. “Rub your sexy little cunny. It feels so good, doesn’t it?”

Tiffany couldn’t speak. She was breathless with excitement. Her little pussy had never felt like this before. She had never felt these kinds of feelings when she had played with herself. This was more intense, more exciting.

Tiffany allowed Laura to push her down on her back. Laura was kneeling beside her with a look in her eyes she had never seen before. Laura grabbed the waistband of Tiffany’s shorts and pulled them off quickly, leaving Tiffany dressed only in her panties.

“It’s time we got these out of the way too, sweetie,” Laura said as she began to slip Tiffany’s panties down her slender legs. Tiffany blushed with embarrassment and excitement as Laura uncovered her near bare mound. Then she heard Laura gasp as she looked at her pussy.

“MMMmmmmm… You have such a beautiful little pussy, Tiffany. It looks absolutely delicious. Just the right amount of fur. Did you just start to get it?” Laura asked.

“Y-yess,” Tiffany stuttered. “Just a f-f-ew months ago.”

“Well, it looks really sexy. God, you are so hot!” Laura said as she leaned forward to examine her closer.

Tiffany watched as Laura knelt between her legs and pushed them open. Tiffany felt so exposed, embarrassed, yet so aroused, knowing her most private place was spread out for Laura to see.

Laura began teasing her little cleft. Spreading her tiny lips apart, slipping the tip of her finger inside the tiny slick folds. Tiffany squealed with pleasure and began to buck her tiny hips. Laura started to flick Tiffany’s tiny clit bringing on a new wave of moans from Tiffany.

Laura climbed up and laid beside Tiffany and started to kiss her on the mouth. She felt Laura cupping her mound while slipping her finger deeper inside her. She felt Laura’s tongue enter her mouth, forcing her lips apart. Tiffany began to kiss Laura back, their tongues entwined. Laura shoved her finger father inside the soft velvety folds of Tiffany’s pussy while her thumb applied pressure to her clit.

“OHHHHHHH!” Tiffany squealed in pain as Laura’s finger encountered the last wall of resistance in Tiffany’s tight hole and pushed deeper, breaking the barrier.

“OWWWWW, it hurts!!” she yelled.

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry,” Laura cooed in her ear. “ I’m afraid I just took your cherry.” Laura began to kiss her softly and gently. Stroking her face. “I just got a little carried away.”

Tiffany had a tear running down her cheek and Laura kissed it away. Laura held Tiffany close and caressed her. “I’m so, so, sorry, baby.”

Tiffany relaxed into her arms. Her little pussy hurt, but she felt good at the same time.

Tiffany blinked the tears away and looked at Laura. “It’s okay. It just really hurt, that’s all. You can do it more if you want, just go a little slower, okay?”

“You bet, sweetie.” Laura said. “How about I get my panties off and you can finger me while I’m at it?”

Laura slipped her panties down and tossed them away. She lay back beside Tiffany. They were on their backs with their sides pressed close together. Laura took Tiffany’s hand and brought it to her sopping pussy.

“Here, sweetie, put your finger right here.” she said, guiding Tiffany’s finger to her swollen clit. “That’s it, now rub my clit, baby. Mmmmmmm, yes, right there. That’s it. In little circles. You’re doing great!”

Tiffany rubbed Laura’s clit. Her pussy felt so wet and soft. Her clit hard. Laura then placed her hand back on Tiffany’s tender pussy and started rubbing her tiny clit. They lay there like that for some time, side by side, with their fingers rubbing each other’s clits.

They rubbed faster and faster. Tiffany liked the way Laura’s pussy felt. Tiffany liked having Laura’s finger touching her, flicking her clit.

Laura leaned over and started to kiss Tiffany again. The kisses were wild and uncontrolled, with Laura’s tongue roughly probing Tiffany’s mouth. Tiffany felt like her entire body was on fire. The tingling sensation building up until she thought she would explode. Her juices were flowing freely from her pussy. Her body began to shake, her eyes fluttered. Wave after wave of intense pleasure shook her little body until she could no longer contain herself. She screamed.

“OHHHHHHHHHHH Laura!!!!”

“OHHHHHHHHHHH Tiffany!!!”

They both shuddered as the waves of their simultaneous orgasms flowed like fire between their sweating bodies.

They lay there beside each other for some time. Holding each other.

Tiffany felt strange. Moments ago, she felt the best she had ever felt. She had never had that feeling when she had played with herself before. But now she felt different, funny like she had done something wrong. Her little pussy was sore because Laura had put her finger deep inside. It hurt at first, but then she felt so good. She was confused. Why did something have to hurt before it felt good?

She began to cry.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” Laura said.

“I feel funny.” Tiffany said. “What happened to me?”

“You came, you had an orgasm.” Laura said.

“Do they always hurt like that?”

“No, silly. That was because I popped your cherry.”

“What’s my cherry?”

Laura rolled her eyes. “Your hymen. It’s a little flap of skin in your pussy. It breaks when you have sex for the first time, usually. Some girls break their cherries riding bikes or doing sports or don’t ever really have much of one to begin with. You had one sweetie and I popped it.”

Tiffany felt dumb, like she should already know this. She cried a little more.

“Now stop crying, Tiffany. It’s no big deal. I lost mine when I was your age. But it wasn’t a finger that took mine, but my uncle’s cock. And that really hurt. So be a big girl and dry those tears.”

Tiffany wiped the tears away from her eyes. She didn’t want Laura to think she was a baby.

“What we did just now, was that wrong?” Tiffany asked.

“No, honey, it’s what girls do together to make each other feel good. You felt good, didn’t you?”

Tiffany nodded.

“Then it’s okay. Just don’t tell anyone. It will be our secret. Okay? Pinkie promise?” Laura held out her pinkie finger.

Tiffany touched her pinkie to Laura’s and promised not to tell.

“That’s my girl!” Laura said. “Now you better get dressed and get back to the cabin before someone misses you.”

Tiffany got dressed and walked back to the cabin. She felt funny. She really liked Laura and liked the way she made her pussy feel, but something didn’t feel right about it all.

She snuck back into the cabin, got into bed and cried herself to sleep.

******

Tiffany woke the next morning. She felt a little better. Her pussy didn’t hurt anymore, that was good. But she still felt funny and confused about what happened last night with Laura.

She climbed out of bed and decided not to shower. Some of the other girls in the cabin were in there and she didn’t want them to see her naked. She felt like they would look at her funny, like they would know what happened to her last night. So she just walked out the cabin door and looked outside.

It was a sunny day and the activities would be starting soon after breakfast. She walked to the mess hall and got herself some cereal and a muffin. She ate in silence by herself.

After she ate she walked back down to the lake and sat on the dock with her feet in the water. She remembered having fun with Laura here yesterday. The way they played in the water, giggiled together, and just had fun. Then she thought about last night again, and started to cry.

“I thought I might find you here,” said Laura, walking up behind her.

Tiffany wiped her tears away and looked up at her. Laura was wearing shorts and the camp t-shirt. She sat down beside Tiffany and looked at her with concern.

“Yeah, I just felt like being alone right now,” Tiffany said, sniffing back her tears.

“Are you okay?” Laura asked. “It looks like you’ve been crying.”

“Yeah, I’m okay. I was just thinking about what happened last night and, and…”

Tiffany broke down in tears and began sobbing.

Laura put her arm around Tiffany and drew her close. Tiffany hugged her and cried, her body shaking with big deep sobs. Laura let her cry herself out and just sat there holding her. Soon Tiffany stopped crying and looked over at Laura.

“You probably think I’m a baby,” Tiffany said at last.

“No I don’t, Tiffany. I know you’re just upset about last night. It’s okay. It’s all my fault. Do you want to talk about what happened?” said Laura.

Tiffany looked over at her. She saw the general concern in her eyes, and maybe a tear in there too.

“I’m just confused, that’s all. I had such a good time swimming with you yesterday. You made my feel like a was having a good time, the first real good time since I’ve been here,” Tiffany told her.

“I had fun too, Tiffany, go on,” Laura said.

“I started feeling tingly when we were splashing around and you would touch my boobs.” Tiffany blushed and smiled a little. “I really like you, and then when you asked me to come hang out after lights out, I was really excited. Like I had made a cool new friend.”

Laura smiled nodding. “I felt like a made a new friend too, Tiffany. You really are a cool girl and I like you too, lots.”

Tiffany smiled.

“Then in your tent, everything just happened so fast. I really liked touching your boobies and, and I liked it when you touched mine.” Tiffany said blushing. “And then when you took my clothes off and started touching my, you know, my pussy,” Tiffany sniffed back a tear, “everything just happened so fast. I just felt like I did something wrong and I felt ashamed.”

“Tiffany, I’m the one that should feel ashamed,” Laura said with tears in her eyes. “I know I went too fast with you and I’m sorry. I’m really sorry if I made you feel that way. That’s not what I wanted. I was j-just so horny,” she said, choking on her works. “It‘s all these little girls around here. They drive me crazy. I just love girls your age. I think they are so hot. I just couldn’t help myself.”

Tiffany looked up at Laura and waited for her to continue.

“When I saw you sitting all alone yesterday you looked like you could use a friend, and I just wanted to be your friend, at first. Then as we were playing in the water and I keep looking at you I just couldn’t help it. I wanted to show you how girls make themselves feel good and have you help me feel good too. But don’t feel ashamed, Tiffany. You didn’t do anything wrong,” Laura said.

“I know. I liked being with you last night, Laura, because you made me feel good. I guess I just got kinda scared when you hurt me,” Tiffany said.

“Oh, when I popped your cherry? I’m so sorry about that. I kept thinking about that all last night after you left. That was very wrong for me to do. I took something special from you that wasn’t mine to take…” Laura broke down in tears.

Tiffany watched her sob and put an arm around her. Laura wiped her tears away and went on…

“When I was your age, my uncle molested me. He would come into my room at night and pull my panties down and look at me when I was asleep. I know because I would wake up sometimes when he did it. I always pretended I was still asleep, though,” Laura said, sniffing the tears away.

“Then one night he started touching me while I slept, or pretended to sleep. It felt kinda good and I liked it. So I started looking forward to his visits.”

Tiffany sat mesmerized, listening to Laura’s tale.

“One night he came in and took my panties off and started to finger me. I was really wet and enjoying the feeling when he caught me pretending to be asleep. He asked me if I liked the way that felt, and I told him I did. Then he said since I enjoyed it, we would have to put something bigger in there. I was scared because I knew he meant his cock. I told him no, that it would hurt, but he didn’t care and he forced himself on me. It hurt so bad and I cried and cried. But he didn’t care. He told me not to tell anyone, because I liked it too and I would get in just as much trouble.”

Laura went on.

“He went away after that, moved to a new town and I never saw him again. I decided then that didn’t like boys and never wanted to be with one. I started liking girls, especially ones my own age, and that stuck with me because here I am seventeen and I still like girls that are twelve or so. That’s it, Tiffany. I can’t tell you how sorry I am for taking that from you last night. I just hope you will forgive me and understand.”

Tiffany felt sad after hearing Laura‘s story. She understood now. “I’m so sorry about what happened to you, Laura. I do forgive you.” They held each other, crying for a while.

Finally Tiffany said. “I still want you to be my friend, Laura.”

“I’m glad, Tiffany. I would have understood if you didn’t. But since you do, I feel relieved. Thanks for listening to my story, it was good to finally get that off my chest,” Laura said.

Tiffany smiled. She liked Laura and felt like they had bonded on some level. Tiffany felt like she wanted to be with her again like last night. She was just too shy to say anything right now.

And as if Laura had read her mind she said, “Tiffany, if you want to come over to my tent tonight, you can. I understand if you don’t want to, and we don’t have to do anything but talk.”

“I’d like that, Laura. I’ll come over,” Tiffany said.

That night, Tiffany snuck out again. And they did talk for a long time. Tiffany told her about the feelings she was having about other girls. About her nice neighbor Susan, and her best friend Erin. Laura told her she should see if Erin felt the same way, that maybe they could become real girlfriends. Tiffany liked the idea.

Soon the talk turned to sex, and Laura and Tiffany began to kiss and touch each other. But it was not like last night, it was slower and softer and more gentle. Laura showed her so many different ways to touch herself, showed her around her body. Laura called it a “Feel Good Tour,” and boy, did it feel good! She showed Tiffany how to do oral sex, or as Laura had called it, “snacking on your muffin.” Tiffany thought that was really funny. And she really enjoyed doing it, too!

They continued their exploration of each other’s bodies late into the night. Just before dawn, Tiffany went back to her cabin and crawled into bed. She didn’t cry herself to sleep this time, but fell asleep feeling the best she had since she got here.

Laura hung out with Tiffany a lot for the rest of her stay. They had become close friends, and Tiffany would miss her when she went back home.

They managed to sneak away together for one last time…

They lay there talking afterward.

“I’m really gonna miss you, Tiffany,” Laura said.

“I’m gonna miss you, too,” Tiffany replied. “I’m so glad I met you, and you showed me all those cool things to do.”

“I’m glad I met you too, Tiffany. You’ve made me pretty happy the last couple weeks. I feel like I’ve made a true friend,” Laura said.

They hugged each other closely, cementing their bond of friendship forever.

“I hope you come back next summer, Tiffany. I really want to see you again,” Laura told her.

“I want to see you again too, Laura. I’ll try and come back next summer.”

They exchanged phone numbers and addresses, with the promise to keep in touch no matter what.

“We better get back to camp,” Laura said. And they walked hand in hand down the path, back to the cabins.

Tiffany left the next day. She was sad at leaving Laura and they had a tearful goodbye. As she sat on the bus heading home, Tiffany felt like a new girl. She was happy she met Laura and ended up having the best time at summer camp. She couldn’t wait to get home and see Erin and show her what she had learned.

Tiffany looked out the window as the camp receded in the distance, and smiled.

Tiffany loved summer camp.

Continue on to Chapter 5

My Summer with Erin, Chapter 5: Discoveries

  • Posted on April 30, 2016 at 1:00 am

By Michelle

It had been a week since Erin and I returned from the beach. And in that week we had shared each other’s company intimately, many times. Our lovemaking sessions had grown more erotic and fulfilling for both of us. Erin was turning into a fully sexual being.

And quite an insatiable one at that!

Erin had left late last night, well, later than usual. Her mother always wanted her home around eight or so. She had left at nine in a hurry, after realizing what time it was.

“Mom’s gonna kill me!” she had said, dashing out the door and blowing me a kiss. “See ya tomorrow!”

I woke at about eight o’clock in the morning. The sun was shining and the birds singing, reflecting my mood. I was shining and felt like singing. I showered, got dressed and made coffee and headed off to work.

Returning home after work, I was looking forward to Erin’s visit. I knew she would be over soon and couldn’t wait to get my hands on her. My God, I was horny!

I poured a glass of wine and went upstairs to change. I slipped out of my skirt and put on a long t-shirt. I decided to leave my panties off, they would be off soon anyway, I thought.

I heard a knock at the door. I walked downstairs and opened the door. To my surprise it was Carol, Erin’s mom, standing there.

“Hi, Carol. What a pleasant surprise,” I said “What can I do for you?”

“Oh, not much, just wanted to chat. I could use some company right now,” she said looking me over. “Is this a bad time?”

“No, not at all. I just got off work and was relaxing with some wine. Would you care for a glass?” I said.

“Yes, I would. That would be great. I really could use some wine right now,” she replied.

She looked a little out of sorts, like she had something on her mind. That kind of worried me. She was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Her eyes were puffy like she had been crying.

We walked in and she sat on the couch. I went to the kitchen and poured her a glass of Merlot, topped mine off, and returned, joining her on the couch.

“Here you go,” I said, handing her the glass.

“Thanks,” she said taking the glass from me. She drained half of it quickly and set it down on the end table.

“Thirsty?” I asked.

“Stressed is more like it. And, and…,heartbroken.” Tears welled in her eyes.

“What’s the matter?” I asked with concern in my voice.

“Last weekend when I went out of town — my emergency, you know,” she sniffed back some tears. “ I went to see a friend. A special friend. She really needed me to be there for her.”

She? A special friend? Was Carol a lesbian? This is a curious development, I thought.

“Go on Carol,” I said.

“Anyway, we had a great weekend together, one I really needed. You see…” She hesitated. “ I have been working my ass off lately, the girls are great, but I just need to get away sometimes. You know, fulfill certain needs.” She blushed, grabbed her wine glass, and drained it.

She took a deep breath and went on. “ Anyway… like I was saying. We had a great weekend together, but today she called and told me… told me, that we couldn’t see each other like that anymore. That the long distance wasn’t working and she had met someone else.” Carol broke down in tears, sobbing.

I took her in my arms and let her cry herself out, her head on my shoulder. Huge sobs wracked her body. I patted her back, telling her I was so sorry.

After a while, when her sobs subsided, she leaned back on the couch and looked at me.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to break down like that. I-I-I just need someone to talk to about this, and I figured you might understand.”

“Sure, Carol. It’s alright. I understand. I’ve kept free of relationships because the heartache isn’t worth it,” I said, thinking what a hypocrite I was. Shit, I was in love with her daughter. Talk about a complicated relationship!

I stood up and took her wine glass. “Here, Carol, let me refill that for you.”

“Thanks Susan,” she said as I walked in and got us both refills.

I returned and handed her glass over. She looked a little more relaxed and was leaning back on the couch. She took the glass and sipped, slowly setting it down as I joined her.

“So, your friend. How long have you been together?” I asked.

She sighed. “Off and on for a few years now. After my husband left us, she was there for me. Eric left about a year after Jamie was born, she doesn’t even remember him. Erin was about four at the time. She missed him for a while, but got used to him not being there pretty quickly. Terri was about ten, and she was devastated. That bastard broke her heart.”

“That’s sad,” I said sipping my wine.

“I met Julie soon after he left. Things just kinda happened between us after that. She made me realize that I didn’t need men in my life to feel fulfilled. You know what I mean, Susan?” she asked, moving closer to me.

“I do. I haven’t been with a man since college, and I don’t miss them at all,” I replied.

“So, any special ladies in your life right now?” she said smiling.

My thoughts shot back to last night, and Erin.

“Um… no. Not right now,” I lied, blushing.

“I see,” she said. She must have sensed my reluctance to talk about it, because she changed the subject.

“So Susan, how’s Erin been treating you? She’s not too much of a bother, is she?” she asked.

“No, she’s been fine. Good company and a hard little worker,” I replied. I found myself growing nervous, wanting to steer the conversation away from Erin, not knowing if my face would give away my feelings for her.

Carol laughed. “I think she has a crush on you.”

It was lucky I wasn’t sipping wine when she said that, or I may have spit it up.

“W-why do you say that?” I stammered.

“Oh, you are all she talks about. Susan this, Susan that. Says how pretty you are. Talks about how much she likes hanging out with you. It’s kinda cute.” she said.

“Oh… I see.” I laughed nervously.

“It’s normal for girls that age to get crushes on older adults, especially someone they look up to.” she said. “I don’t see any harm in it.”

“Um, well… if you think she is spending too much time over here, I can…”

“Nonsense. She’s likes you. I’m sure she’ll get over it soon, anyway. You know how kids are.” she said. “And besides, I can see why she could get a crush on you. You are very attractive. Very.” As she said this, she leaned forward and placed her hand on my thigh, squeezing softly.

I blushed. “Oh…well, th-thank you, Carol,” I managed to stutter out. The contact of her hand sending shivers through my body. I blushed a deep shade of red.

“I mean it,” she said, leaning forward to me. “In fact, I’m having a hard time keeping my hands off you right now.” She smiled seductively and leaned in closer, her face inches from mine.

I was breathing heavily, my nipples growing hard. Her eyes focused on mine. I blinked slowly. I felt myself drawing closer to her. She was sending off such intense feelings of seduction. I felt helpless to her desires. I looked shyly into her eyes, my lips parting slightly

She drew closer, her lips brushing mine, her hands snaking around my waist. She pulled me into her embrace and kissed me full on the mouth. I shivered and moaned softly. I opened my mouth to receive her eager tongue. Her kiss became more intense, more wanting, more needing. I wrapped my arms around her and held her as our tongues intertwined.

“Oh god, Susan!” she moaned into our kiss. “God, I need this. I need you!”

I was speechless and held in her spell. I could feel her wants and needs radiating from her warm body. I felt my pussy begin to leak, my arousal complete. Her hand moved from my back and began to squeeze and pinch my nipple through my thin t-shirt, her tongue dancing with mine. She moved her hand from my breast and down my side to my thigh, pushing my shirt up to expose my soaking pussy for her. Her hand slid up my thigh and made contact with my dripping pussy.

“My god, Susan… you’re drenched!” she exclaimed.

“Uh huh,” I managed to say between kisses.

“I think you had better show me your bedroom, before we ruin your couch.” she said, laughing. “Take me there now.”

We stood slowly and I felt my knees weaken. I fell against her. She supported me and guided us away from the couch.

“Up here, I assume?” she said pointing to the stairs.

I managed to nod. Words escaped me.

“Come on, honey. I’ll get you upstairs.”

She led me up my stairs and to my bedroom. I followed like an obedient child. She sat me on the bed while grasping the hem of my t-shirt and pulling it up as I lifted my arms to allow her to finish undressing me. She gazed hungrily at my now naked body before her.

“Lay back, Susan,” she said as she began to disrobe, pulling her t-shirt off and sliding her sweatpants off.

I complied, laying back and parting my legs. My body was on fire. I felt guilty, like I was cheating on Erin, but I knew there was nothing I could do. I was totally under her spell.

She finished pulling her panties off and joined me on the bed taking me in her arms. Her hands grasping my breasts, tweaking my nipples. Her tongue probing my warm mouth. My arms entwined her as she rolled on top of me and positioned herself between my open thighs. As her wet pussy made contact with mine I felt a new intense wave of arousal course through my body. I felt totally in her control.

She was nuzzling my neck now, her husky voice in my ear telling me how much she needed this. How much she wanted this. How good I felt under her. She was grinding her soaking pussy against mine, thrusting in a growing steady rhythm. I began gyrating back against her thrusts. My body tingling with impending orgasmic waves. Like something under the surface of the water, waiting for just the right moment to break surface.

She took my hands in hers and raised them over my head increasing my feelings of submission to her needs. I could feel her juices mingling with mine, dripping down my cheeks soaking the sheets beneath us.

She raised up and leaned back sitting on her knees. She looked down at me as I lay there arms above my head writhing in ecstasy. She moved forward straddling my face. Her wet pussy inches from my lips. I raised my head slightly as she pushed her sopping pussy to my mouth. My tongue instantly shot out of my mouth and made contact with her wet slit, snaking between her lips and probing her slick walls.

“Oh god Susan… Yes!!” she screamed. “That’s it. Lick me. I want your tongue deep inside me!”

Her musky juices began flowing like a river coating my face with her warm honey. I eagerly lapped at her pussy, poking my tongue deeper inside her. I reached behind and took her firm ass cheeks in my hand, squeezing and pulling her even closer. My tongue made contact with her swollen clit. She shuddered and moaned loudly. I began to suck it deep inside my mouth, teasing it with my tongue.

My own pussy was afire, throbbing with every beat of my heart. My clit was yelling for attention.

“Oh my god, Susan!” she yelled. “That’s it baby, suck my clit! Mmmmmmm… yesssssss!” she hissed.

I looked up at her from between her legs. She had her head thrown back and was panting deeply, her chest heaving. The hard points of her nipples jutting out. She leaned back and placed a finger to my dripping slit. Electric shocks flew through my body. She brought her finger to her lips and tasted my nectar.

“Mmmmmmm, I think it’s time.” And in an instant she had turned around and buried her face between my open legs. She pressed her pussy back to my face. I began to lap at her again, my tongue flicking her throbbing clit.

Her tongue now made contact with my clit. I felt my juices squirt out as she expertly teased my clit and probed my pussy with her finger. My body was trembling. My heart felt as if it would burst out of my chest. I grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed bringing moans of pleasure from her. As I kneaded her cheeks my thumb brushed her pink anus and applied pressure. She began to finger me faster, slipping another finger inside as she suckled my clit.

“My god, Susan… you’re so tight.” she said around her mouthful of my pussy. She began to finger me faster, harder, probing deep inside me. I was on the verge of an intense orgasm. I felt it build inside me. So close now, so close. I sucked her clit deep inside my mouth. Her nectar was gushing out in waves and her body began to tremble. She was close too.

Then the wave of orgasmic pleasure swept us away. Out bodies trembled and shook as one as we came together. Our pussies flowing with sweet honey, we drank deeply together as the wave subsided slowly.

She collapsed on top of me as little waves of pleasure tingled through our bodies. She lay there in a heap on top of me, our sweating bodies melted together as one. At some point she turned around and took me in her arms while we rested quietly. Breathing deeply. Fulfilled and satisfied in the afterglow.

“My god, Susan… that was amazing!” She said finally. “ I never thought another woman could make me cum like that.”

“Well, you weren’t so bad yourself.” I giggled. “I think I’m going to have change these sheets, they’re soaked.”

We both laughed hard, our bodies shaking. I felt my bladder calling for attention.

“I need to pee or these sheets are going to get a lot wetter.” I said laughing.

She released me from her embrace and I slipped out of bed. She gave me a little smack on the butt. “Hurry back sweetie, I don’t think I’m through with you yet.” she said grinning mischievously.

“Yes ma’am!” I said looking over my shoulder as I hurried to the bathroom.

As I sat on the toilet I tried to sort through the feelings I was having. I had just had sex with a very beautiful woman, a woman close to my own age. It was fantastic. Her hands and tongue had expertly brought me to a wonderful orgasm. But I felt guilty. I thought of Erin and the times we had made love. I loved Erin. I loved her heart and soul, yet I had just had sex with her mother and fully enjoyed it.

My god! I thought. How much more complicated could this possibly get?

I finished my business and returned to the bedroom, expecting to find Carol laying there with that hungry look in her eyes. Instead she was standing in the middle of the room, a look of concern on her features, holding something small and white. Something with little pink flowers on it. My heart sank and my eyes widened at the sudden realization of what she held.

“Care to explain how a pair of Erin’s panties wound up tangled in your sheets?” she said, her voice slow and steady.

Oh My God I thought. Erin left in such a hurry last night she forgot her panties. Left them where I removed them last night, in my bed.

“Um…I…um…” I stuttered. My face giving away my guilt.

“Are you fucking my little girl?” she asked. “No, don’t bother answering, your face says it all.” she said moving closer to me as I backed up against the wall.

“I d-don’t know what to s-say.” I said in a quiet voice. Tears welling up in my eyes.

She stepped forward slapping my face hard and grabbing my shoulders. Her face inches from mine.

“She’s ten years old! She’s a little girl! How could you do that!” she screamed and began shaking me.

Huge sobs shook my body. My face stung from her slap, tears rolling down my face.

“She’s just a little girl! Just a little girl! I trusted you! Let her go to the beach with you! How could you do such a thing…” she yelled.

“I love her!” I yelled back through my sobs. “I have been in love with her since I met her! She is the most important person in my life! I love her with every fiber of my being!”

She looked long and hard into my eyes. Her expression turned from rage to disappointment, to understanding.

“How long has it been going on?” she asked her voice steady.

“For a few weeks now. But we didn’t go all the way until we went to the beach for the weekend.” I said sobbing.

Carol shook her head. “I should have known. The signs were all there. I thought she just had a crush on you, but now that I think about it, she has acted like she’s in love.”

Carol sat on the bed. I walked over to her and sat next to her. Tears still running down my face.

“I’ve never seen Erin like this before. She has been happy and giddy most of the time. She doesn’t fight with her sisters, does her chores without being asked, I can assume just so she can hurry up and come see you.” Carol said. “Do you really love her? It’s not just lust and desire… for a child?”

I nodded my head. “Yes I do love her. More than anything else. I have never had feelings like this about little girls before, never touched one before. I struggled with these feelings for so long after meeting her. Kept telling myself it wasn’t right. But we seemed to connect and I‘ve been lonely for so long. I can’t explain it. I have never forced Erin to do anything she did not want to do.” I said sniffing.

She looked at me long and hard. I sat there trembling.

“Oh Susan… this really makes thing difficult for me. I don’t know what to do. Should I call the cops? They’d lock you up and Erin would be heartbroken. Not to mention traumatized by a trial and all the other crap that goes with it.” she said.

“W-what are you going to do?” I said as I felt my life going down the toilet.

She sighed. “Nothing. Erin is in love with you and you are in love with her. I believe you when you say that. I can see it in your eyes.” She reached out and took my hand.

“Besides, when I was twelve, an older woman showed me around my body. I found the experience to be… well, informative. She never hurt me and helped me sort through feelings I was having at the time,” she said, her features changing to a wistful remembering look. She smiled softy.

“So… you’re alright with all this?” I asked in a quiet voice sniffing back my tears.

“Well, it’s going to take some getting used to. But as long as Erin is happy, that’s all that matters.” She smiled and took my hand in hers. “At least I know my daughter has good taste in women,” she said with a grin.

I squeezed her hand tightly in mine and smiled back at her. I felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from my chest. I felt elated and relieved. Moments ago it seemed my life was over and now I was soaring on a high I could not put into words.

“Just one thing,” Carol said with a serious look in her eyes. “Promise me you will not hurt her. Don’t dump her if you meet someone else. And if Erin decides it’s over, then it’s over. She is a young girl and her feelings may change at some point. If they do, you need to let go. Understand?”

“Yes Carol. I promise. I will never to anything to harm that precious little angel. I love her more than I can express. But if she decides she wants out, although it will break my heart, I’ll let her go.” I said quietly.

She looked at me with her piercing green eyes. “I believe you, Susan,” she said as she reached over and hugged me tightly.

“What about what happened here between us today?” I asked.

“I’ll speak with Erin tonight. Tell her I know about you two and we talked about it. I’ll let her know to keep it between the three of us. I’ll tell her we had sex and explain it was just something that happened. I’ll tell her that you really do love her, and I’m okay with you two being together.”

“Do you think she’ll understand, about you and I having sex?” I asked.

“I don’t know. She is pretty smart for a kid. I think she’ll be okay with it. She might be a little jealous, but I‘ll smooth things over. I know my child pretty well.” she replied.

“Thank you, Carol. This whole thing has my head reeling. I don’t know what to say about it all,” I said.

“Well, it’s been kind of weird for me too. An couple hours ago I was heartbroken. Then we had sex and I felt fabulous. Moments ago I wanted to choke you and now I’ve just said it’s okay for you and my ten year old daughter to have a sexual relationship. How’s that for a weird day?” she said, smiling.

“This certainly counts as a weird day in my book too, Carol. But I’m glad it’s all out in the open now. And I’m happy you’re okay with it. And I will say I’m relieved you don’t feel like choking me either,” I said, giggling.

“Tell you what, Susan. I do get kinda horny now and then and if you and Erin are okay with it, I wouldn’t mind spending a little time alone time with you on occasion. How’s that sound to you?” she said with that hungry seductive look in her eyes.

I looked at her blushing. “I’m sure we could work something out.”

She reached out and touched my thigh smiling. “Well, since I haven’t talked to Erin yet, why don’t we work something out right now.” She reached out and took me into her arms. I melted into her embrace as she drew me back down on the bed.

She left several hours later.

******

I awoke the next morning. I was exhausted. Carol and I had made love so many times before she had left. That woman had wore me out. I lazily pulled myself out of bed and walked naked to the kitchen to put some coffee on. I walked back upstairs and slipped into the shower. It felt fantastic, letting the warm water run over my tired body, revitalizing me.

I stepped from the shower, dried myself, put on a robe and went back downstairs to the kitchen. The smell of coffee filling the room. I poured a cup, thought about getting ready for work when I realized it was Saturday. I sighed deeply. Good. I didn’t think I could concentrate at work anyway.

As I sat there sipping my coffee I heard a familiar knock at the door. Erin. I could tell her little knock anywhere. I got up and walked to the door. I had butterflies in my stomach. I knew Carol had spoken with Erin and was concerned how she had taken it. I opened the door and Erin came bursting in.

“Oh Susan!! Isn’t it wonderful!” she exclaimed as she threw her arms around me.

“I take it you and your mom had a little chat.” I said.

“Yes, she told me everything. How you and her did it, how she found my panties in your bed,” she giggled and blushed. “She told me that you and me could be girlfriends and she didn’t care!” she said excitedly.

“You don’t care that me and your mom had sex?” I asked.

“No…she was lonely and she said it was something that just happened. I really don’t mind because I know you love me and I love you, and… and… and… oh Susan… I love you so much!” Erin said hugging me tightly.

“I’m so glad you understand Erin. I was worried you might be a little jealous,” I said. “What happened between your mom and I was special, but you are the one I really love.”

“I know you do and I love you so much.” Erin said.

We walked over to the couch and sat down. Erin was dressed in her little jeans skirt and a blue t-shirt.

“So what do you want to do today, sweetie?” I asked.

Erin grinned mischievously. She reached down to the hem of her skirt and pulled it up revealing her bare pussy. The little imp wasn’t wearing panties. She grinned, batting her eyes.

“I decided to leave my panties at home today. That way I wouldn’t forget them,” she giggled.

“Why, you little devil!” I exclaimed. “You got me in trouble forgetting your panties the other night!”

She giggled. “But if I hadn’t mom wouldn’t have found out and she wouldn’t have said it was ok for us to be together,” she said, grinning.

“I suppose it worked out for the best, but still, you naughty little imp. You should wear panties when you are out in public,” I said laughing. “Besides, it’s always fun for me to take them off of you.”

I reached over to her and began tickling her sides. She giggled and squirmed. We wrestled around a bit before I pulled her over my lap.

“I think someone needs a few smacks on the bottom to remind her about leaving her panties behind,” I said laughing.

“Oh no!” she giggled. “Please…” giggle, “Don’t spank me!” She looked up over her shoulder at me, smiling broadly.

I flipped her skirt up and gazed down at her squirming little bottom on my lap. I smiled enjoying the sight of her soft round bare bottom. The sight sending waves of arousal through me.

I gave her a few light quick swats on her bottom. She giggled and squirmed around, grinding into my leg. The contact of my hand on her bottom sent jolts of electricity to my clit. Erin seemed to be enjoying it as well. With each swat on her bare bottom she would grind harder into my leg. She parted her legs, kicking playfully, giving me a glimpse at the cleft between her legs. I could smell the familiar scent of her arousal, increasing mine as well.

She looked at me from over her shoulder. Her face was flushed with desire. I left my hand resting on her warm cheeks, caressing them softly. They had turned a nice shade of pink and looked so cute.

I looked in her eyes, she in mine. I smiled. She smiled. It was time.

I lifted her off my lap and stood her before me between my open legs. She pulled her shirt off while I unsnapped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. I gazed at her naked body before me. Taking in every familiar detail. I opened my robe, exposing my naked body to her. She leapt on my lap straddling me and we began to kiss, our tongues probing each others mouths.

Our hands were a blur over each other’s bodies. I was gripping her little cheeks in my hands, kneading and caressing her butt while she grinded the hard tiny points of her erect nipples into my soft breasts.

Then suddenly… a knock at the door. We looked at each other, eyes wide.

“Erin, quick… get up. Run upstairs!” I said.

Erin leapt off my lap and ran up the stairs. Her little bare bottom jiggling. I jumped up, kicking her clothes under the couch, pulling my robe around myself.

I walked to the door and looked out the peephole. I couldn’t see anyone. I opened the door slowly and peeked my head out.

Tiffany jumped into view.

“Surprise!” she said smiling broadly. “I’m back!”

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 23

  • Posted on April 29, 2016 at 12:58 pm

PART TWO: The Teen Years

Life with Jenna and Plans are Made

By Cheryl Taggert 

If you need help keeping up with the characters, you may go here.

Three years had passed since Cindy left town. Or maybe she hadn’t left town. Mom had kept her ears open and overheard someone saying she’d never be seen again. By this time, we had all resigned ourselves to the idea that they had found and killed her. Jenna, now ten, remembered her mom, of course, but now she viewed my mom as her mommy, even calling her “Mommy,” and she saw me as her big sister.

Our lives settled down after Jenna’s arrival in our home, and nobody ever questioned why Mom suddenly had another daughter. At least the authorities never did. Neighbors would ask, and our story was that Mom had a sister who had died and now we were raising her daughter. Mom never took any legal steps to make Jenna her real daughter because she didn’t want to go through having to prove Jenna’s identity. Mom just enrolled Jenna in a private school, which requested her records from her old one in North Hollywood. After that, life became routine once again.

Of course, routine is what is known as a relative term. Routine for most people was definitely not routine for us. Our routine involved sex, and lots of it. Mom was nearing an age when she would, as she had put it, age out of the business, though that was still a several years away. She was twenty-nine now. Very few women worked beyond age thirty-five, and only those who took really good care of themselves and worked out regularly made it that far. Mom, of course, kept herself looking great. She could still pass for no more than twenty-five.

My aunt Emmy was now living only a short drive away. She had earned a degree in interior design and was working as an interior decorator for one of the posh stores on Rodeo Drive. She came over most weekends if she had the time, and we would engage in what she liked to call “ageless sex,” meaning ages weren’t important. Needless to say, she loved it that Jenna was now a part of the family.

One day after school, I was lying on my tummy in bed and doing my math homework. I hated school now. I was in seventh grade, and everyone, especially the girls, sometimes seemed to do their best to be mean to each other. I was a frequent target, and Mom told me it was because I was so pretty, very intelligent, and probably talked about a lot by the boys. When I asked if that meant they were jealous of me, she answered, “In the extreme.” The fact that I had little interest in the boys didn’t seem to matter. I was more interested in men than boys, and more interested in girls and women than men.

Anyway, I was lying on my bed and I had left my bedroom door open. I was in the middle of a tough factoring problem in algebra and was concentrating on that, so I didn’t hear Jenna when she came into my room.

I was wearing a skirt, and it was mostly bunched up to the middle of my thighs. I didn’t think about the easy exposure of my pantie-clad butt and pussy since I thought I was alone except for Jenna. My legs were spread wide, and to be honest I wasn’t thinking about sex at all. I was thinking about this damn factoring that made no sense to me. Mom may have said I’m “very intelligent,” but not when it came to algebra.

Suddenly, I felt fingers touching my pussy through my panties. I knew it would be Jenna, so instead of doing or saying anything to stop it, I spread my legs wider and lifted my hips off the mattress for a second before lowering them to the bed again to indicate it would be fine to continue.

My sister’s hand once again began to touch me in my most sensitive area. She was scratching my pussy gently, and it was driving me mad in seconds.

“Mmmm…” I moaned, not even turning to look at her. “That feels nice.”

The hand began to rub up onto my butt, massaging the cheeks through the thin cotton, pressing into the crack to leave a small wedgie behind, teasingly brushing against my butthole before moving again to the cheeks.

My breathing began to pick up its tempo as my blood began to surge through my veins faster because my heartbeat had increased as well. My little sister was turning me on quite a bit. I was now mostly just staring at the problem in the book, knowing I would never solve it until I had come at least once, maybe more.

The hand dived down to my pussy again and began to rub my quickly moistening slit through the material of my panties. I could feel the fluids building in me and beginning to wet the gusset of my panties. Mom had always mentioned I would get more moisture as I got older, and she hadn’t been kidding. Since turning twelve over a year ago, my wetness truly did become a flood. I once got so turned on at Deanna’s that my denim jeans looked like I had peed in them.

I spread my legs more to allow my sister easier access.

Now my head was lying on my book, forehead against page. All the concentration that had been on my algebra problem was now on my pussy. The only sensations in the world were the tender fingers touching the sensitive flesh between my legs.

My moaning became more pronounced as the hand was joined by another. Now both my ass and my pussy were receiving attention from those hands. Those wonderful, talented hands.

“Take them off,” I gasped, raising my hips off the bed once again to make stripping my panties from my flesh easier.

She didn’t have to be asked twice. The hands abandoned their targets long enough to grasp the elastic band at my hips and pull the unnecessary garment from my tender flesh.

Now I was more or less naked from the waist down. My skirt was still on, but it was now bunched at my waist.

A finger entered my pussy. Dear God! How had I gone from not even thinking about sex to nearly coming in a matter of only a few minutes?

I awkwardly reached for the hem of the shirt I wore and managed to pull it over my head, tossing it aside before twisting an arm behind me to unclasp my bra. I pulled my A-cup bra off one arm and reached below me to grasp a burgeoning nipple, pinching it lightly to avoid the pain that could happen if they were treated too roughly. (They could sometimes be downright sore, which Mom told me was to be expected until I got through puberty.)

I moved up onto my knees and allowed the finger to continue its glorious assault on my drenched pussy. My face was now lying on my pillow, my butt in the air.

Now a second finger entered my butthole just a bit. I could feel the two fingers pushing slightly against each other in my most private of places as they worked in and out, fucking me and preparing to send me to Paradise.

“Don’t stop!” I said. “I’m gonna come soon!”

The thumb of one hand moved to my clit and began to rub it back and forth, pressing against my pubic bone. God! That felt so good!!

“Yes..yes…yes….OH!” I cried, my orgasm seeming to consume me from inside out, as if a flame had been lit and the fire was spreading from my pussy to the rest of my body.

Finally, I calmed down, the spasms receding and biological normalcy returning as my heart rate settled and my breathing became slower.

“Holy shit, Jenna,” I said. “That was so–unexpected. And good!”

Giggles clued me in that there was more to what had just happened than my mind had assumed.

Turning over, I saw Jenna with a huge smile on her face as the giggles got worse. Kneeling at the foot of my bed, her hands still wet from my fluids, was her friend Carmen Cashion.

I’d met Carmen before, and I knew she and Jenna had recently started fooling around because Jenna tells her big sister everything, especially when it came to sex. Since this sexual contact had been very recent, I was not included in any of their fun.

At least not until now.

Carmen was a cute girl Jenna’s age. She wore her dark hair down her back in a ponytail that reminded me of a real horse’s tail it was so long. She had beautiful, almond-shaped blue eyes and her smile showed teeth so perfect I wondered if she’d had them capped. Her tongue was now compressed between her teeth in an effort to control her giggles.

“Gotcha!” Carmen said.

Ignoring my nudity, I sat up and faced them. “What the fuck is going on, Jenna?”

Jenna could see that while I certainly enjoyed the orgasm, I wasn’t so keen on having one of her friends touching me without my permission. It wasn’t that I would have said no if they’d asked. It was that they sneaked up on me and basically molested me without my being aware of what was really going on.

“We thought we’d surprise you!” Jenna said, still grinning.

“That wasn’t right, Jenna. You should ask me if I want someone else to touch me like that. I thought it was you.”

“We know,” Jenna said. “You loved it, didn’t you?”

“When I thought it was you, I did.”

Now Carmen began to look ashamed, as if she had barged in where she shouldn’t have. I didn’t want her thinking I hadn’t enjoyed it, nor did I want her thinking I wouldn’t enjoy it again, as long as I knew who was doing what to whom.

“Carmen, I don’t mind really that you did it to me. I would really like to fool around with you. It’s just that I thought it was Jenna, so it was a mean trick to play on me. I do like you.”

She smiled a bit at that. “I like you, too,” she said, and I could see the crush she had on me in her features.

I was still naked except for my skirt that was bunched at my waist. The other girls were fully dressed.

I looked at Carmen. “I suppose she told you we mess around together, huh?”

“Yeah. I think it’s cool. I wish my sister messed around with me.”

“How old is she?” I asked.

“Fourteen.”

“She probably would if she knew you wanted to,” I said.

She shrugged. “I don’t know. She barely pays any attention to me at all.”

I looked at her and realized I was dying to see her naked. I was still horny, despite having just climaxed a moment ago.

“Never know unless you try,” I said. “Of course, you’d have to be sneaky about it, but I think you know how to be sneaky.”

Both girls grinned at me.

“Did it turn you on to do that to me?” I asked Carmen.

She looked at Jenna. They grinned at each other then at me. “Uh-huh,” Carmen said.

I quickly removed the skirt, pushed my school books and work to the floor, and lay back, spreading my legs and arms.

“So why are you two still dressed then?” I asked.

“Won’t your mom be home soon?” Carmen asked. Okay, apparently Jenna hadn’t explained about Mom yet.

I glanced at Jenna. She had a crooked smile that said, ‘Do we tell her?’

I looked back to Carmen. “If you swear never to tell anyone, I’ll share a secret with you, but you have to swear not to say anything to anyone — not your sister, not your best friend that you would trust with anything, and certainly not an adult. Otherwise, people would go to jail.”

Her eyes lit up. “I swear.”

“Okay, but you have to understand, this isn’t some little girl’s secret that would only get someone grounded for a few days. This is really serious stuff.”

“I understand,” Carmen said, then running her finger (still wet, I noticed) across the center of her chest in an ‘X’ pattern, she added, “Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“Okay.” I looked at her again, deciding she would be able to keep this secret. “We do these things with our mom, too.”

Carmen’s jaw dropped open and her eyes bulged. “Are you kidding?” she said.

“Not kidding. And I meant it. You know what happens when adults are convicted of sex crimes against kids. That would happen to my mom. We’re kids, but it’s also incest because I’m her natural daughter.”

“Fuuuccckkk,” she said, drawing it out into one long word, her eyes still on me. “That is so hot!”

Then she looked downward and I could tell she was checking out my boobs.

“So, you wanna do this?” I asked.

“Sure!” she said.

The girls began to undress themselves, but I stopped them.

“Undress each other,” I said. “Here, lie down together here.” I scooted to make room for them on my bed.

They had already removed their t-shirts, revealing flat boobs with delicious looking nipples. They lay on my bed and started working each other’s pants down.

“Do you two kiss?”

“Uh-huh,” Jenna said. “She’s a good kisser too. You’ll see.”

“Then kiss each other,” I told them.

The two ten-year-old girls moved together and kissed, their tongues sliding around on each other. Their hands moved to encircle the other’s neck.

“Who taught you to kiss like that?” I asked Carmen.

Breaking the kiss, she answered, “Jenna. That’s how I found out about you two. I asked who taught her.”

Now the girls’ hands were at the waist of the other’s shorts, unbuttoning, unzipping, and finally pushing the garments down to mid-thigh. I was surprised to see that neither of them were wearing panties. I said nothing about this, but I took in the sight of Carmen’s lovely butt, so well shaped for a ten-year-old. Her pussy was bare of any hair, of course. Their pussies were nearly identical. I had been very intimate with Jenna’s pussy for years now, and I was looking forward to enjoying Carmen’s puffy slit.

Jenna moved to where she could push Carmen’s shorts off, kicking her own off as she did. Now all three of us were naked. The girls looked at me and I said, “So, let’s see how well my student has taught you.”

We all giggled as I moved to kiss Carmen’s enticing lips. As soon as my lips met hers, I was hooked on kissing her. She had the softest lips I could remember kissing. My hands moved to her nipples and pinched and caressed them. Then she was moving down to my neck, kissing me there, causing shivers to run down my body and raising goose-flesh to ripple down my sides. Then she moved to my boobs, where she tenderly kissed my nipples and gently sucked them, making sure to be careful with them as if she knew how easy it was to turn pleasure into pain.

I felt my sister move to my hips, where she pushed a finger into my pussy. I felt the finger plunge in and pull out, leaving a feeling of emptiness behind. I could hear Jenna sucking her finger, removing the wetness that covered it and savoring the flavor. Then she turned my lower body so that she could get to my pussy, and I felt her lips wrap around my clit to suck and lick it.

Looking down, I noticed Carmen was watching what Jenna was doing while flicking my nipple with her tongue.

“Sit on my face so I can lick you like that,” I said.

Carmen looked at me and smiled. She started to position herself so that she was facing toward the top of my head, but I told her to turn around so she could watch Jenna. She turned around, and I had easy access to her bald little pussy and her butthole.

“I wish my sister was here,” Carmen said. “Maybe she’d let me do that to her.”

Carmen seemed to have quite a crush on her older sister as well. I wondered if there were anything I could do to help Carmen seduce her.

But that would have to wait. I could feel my climax building. Jenna was one of the best at eating me, a natural. I reached down and managed to touch her inner thigh. She got the idea and moved to where I could finger her while she and I enjoyed feasting on pussy.

My middle finger plunged into her as my thumb moved to tenderly rub her clit. Jenna’s hymen had been gone when she moved in with us. I wasn’t sure how that happened, probably a bicycle accident or something.

I concentrated on getting my baby sister and her best friend off while enjoying what my sister was doing to me. My orgasm was still building itself inside me; I could feel the passion rising.

The soft petals of Carmen’s pussy were mashing against my face, and she was beginning to rub it up and down on me in a fucking motion. I could tell she was close to coming.

I twirled my tongue around her clit, bathing it with her juices. Small bursts of sound began to come from her, small “uh-uh-uh” gasps of delight.

Then she froze for a second and nearly screamed as the orgasm hit her. Seconds later, Jenna began to come, too. Small vibrations of sound from her throat caused her lips to hum against my clit.

About the same time that they were starting to come down from bliss, I felt my own orgasm starting to tremble its way from my clit to my butthole to my nipples, and then the sensations spread all over my body. I grunted out my climax just as Carmen joined Jenna at my pussy. Both girls were licking me now, each fighting for space to give my pussy pleasure. Jenna was at my clit and Carmen at my vagina, where she lapped up my juices.

Finally, I began to relax. Jenna and Carmen moved to lie beside me. We remained there for a few minutes, catching our breath.

Finally, I said, “Carmen, what’s your sister’s name?”

“Clair.”

“Does she ever have girls sleep over or sleep over at another girl’s home?”

“Of course.”

“Have you ever tried to sneak up to her bedroom door after they were in bed and listened to what they were doing or saying?”

Carmen looked at me. “I know she does stuff with girls. Our rooms are right next to each other, and I hear them. It’s just she never wants to do anything with me — just her friends.”

“Then the battle’s half won,” I said.

“What do you mean?” Jenna asked.

“Well, we know she likes sex with girls. That would be the biggest thing to overcome if we weren’t aware of it. Now, all we need to do is come up with a plan on how to seduce Clare, get her interested in sex with her little sister.”

Jenna spoke up again. “Cheryl, it’s different with us. We had sex together before I ever became your sister. This is Carmen’s real flesh and blood sister.”

“It’s not all that different, really. All we need to do is set something up that makes Clare see Carmen as a sexual person, not just a sister.” I looked at Carmen. “I assume you touch yourself, right? That you masturbate?”

“Yeah,” she said. Her tone made it seem like a silly question, and I suppose it was.

“Are you willing to let your sister catch you masturbating?” I asked.

“I suppose, but couldn’t she sort of threaten to tell my parents?”

“Then you could threaten to tell about her friends and what they do when there are sleepovers.”

Carmen’s eyes grew wide. It hadn’t occurred to her she had ammunition against her sister, should her sister want to reveal anything personal to their parents.

“Here’s what I think you should do. I assume you two get home before your parents get home from work, right?” Carmen nodded, totally focused on my words. “And I assume since your school lets out a half-hour earlier that you get home first?” Another nod. “When you feel up to it, be naked and in your bed when she gets home. Stay there and when you hear her coming to her room, start playing with yourself and masturbating. Then just as she’s passing your door, which should be almost closed, but not completely, start moaning. Believe me, she will stop outside your door and listen. If she doesn’t come in, you can pretend you hear her and say something like, ‘Clare, is that you?’ and if she doesn’t answer, get out of bed and open your door or something. If she’s left, go to her room and find her.”

“Do I stay naked?” Carmen asked.

“Well, you can put on a robe, but that’s all.”

“Then what?”

“Ask her why she was listening outside your bedroom door.”

“What if she says she wasn’t?”

“Tell her you heard her and heard her footsteps moving to her room. Or just start confessing to what you were doing. Tell her it feels really good.”

“Then what?”

“Tell her you know about her girlfriends. That should get a conversation started about girl-girl sex and how you have tried it and like it too.”

“Then what?” Carmen asked again, as if it were some sort of mantra.

“She might suggest the two of you try it. If she doesn’t, you suggest it, saying you think it would be a lot of fun, especially since the two of you have so much time alone before your parents get home.”

“Do you think it will work?”

“I’m almost positive,” I said.

We lay there for a while longer, just chatting, paying no attention to the time.

Then, without warning, my mom was standing at my bedroom door, taking in the sight of her naked daughters and her younger daughter’s naked best friend. We weren’t even under a sheet, just lying nude on top of the covers.

“What is going on?” she asked, pretending to be shocked at what she had found.

“It’s okay, Mom. She knows. Everything,” I said.

Mom looked us over again. Then, looking at Carmen, she asked, “You won’t tell anyone, not a living soul, about this?”

“Nobody. I know how much trouble there would be,” Carmen said, slowly removing her hands from in front of her pussy where they’d automatically landed when she saw my mom.

I noticed my mom licking her lips subconsciously. I knew she’d be licking that young pussy before long and having Carmen licking her as well.

“Well, you need to get dressed. A private detective is coming over in about thirty minutes,” Mom said, as if private detectives visited us on a regular basis.

I sat up. “A private detective?” I asked. “Why?”

“I’m going to hire her to see if she can find out what happened to Cindy. She was recommended by someone I trust.”

Continue on to Chapter 24

The Dream Book, Part One

  • Posted on April 28, 2016 at 2:14 pm

By KaiaKitty

“Hello little one.”

The words formed on the page in front of me. For weeks I had been writing in the large leather-bound book with a lock that my aunt had bought for me to use as a diary. The book was old but all of its pages had been blank, and I had been writing my most secret thoughts in it… everything from the bad stuff that sometimes happened at school to the names of the girls and teachers that I thought were pretty. But the handwriting that appeared on the first page was not my own.

I flipped through the rest of the book and realized that all of my diary entries had disappeared. Flipping back to the front, I saw that another line of the elegant cursive writing had appeared.

“Are you there?”

Hesitantly, I picked up my pen and wrote: “Who is this? Is this a trick?”

“I’m sorry, little one. I didn’t mean to alarm you. My name is Alana. I found your Dream Book in the library and I was intrigued by it, so I took the book home so I could write to you.”

“Dream book? I don’t understand.”

“Have you not used one before?”

“No. I don’t even know what it is. Is this some kind of a joke?”

“The Dream Book allows people to share their dreams across different worlds. Here in Liandine we have a library where these books are kept.”

I hesitated for a moment.

“So you read my diary?”

“Is that what you were writing about? I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was meant to be private.”

This had to be a trick of some kind. I examined the book to look for some clue as to how this was happening. But there were no wires or secret little microchips that I could find, and the paper seemed like ordinary parchment.

“How do I know this is real?”

“How do we know anything is real, little one? But I do know that your name is Alyssa Knight and that you live in a town called Kenmore, that you are eleven years old and your brother sometimes steals your bacon and you hate your algebra class, but you think your teacher Ms. Pattinson is really pretty. Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone.”

“Who are you again?”

“My name is Alana. I’m a woman who lives in a village called Liandine, in a world in very different from yours.”

“Like in space?”

“Ha ha… every world is in space, child. But mine is probably in another reality.”

“Another reality? Is that even possible?” I asked, skeptical.

“Would you like to see it?”

I thought for a moment.

“How?”

“Tonight before you go to sleep, focus on the book and say, ‘Take me to the Book of Dreams.’ You’ll be able to see my world then. And then maybe you will believe this isn’t a trick.”

That night before I went to sleep I did as she had told me. I held the book in my arms and whispered, “Take me to the Book of Dreams.” I lay back in my bed and tried to sleep, but I kept wondering what would happen. I wondered if this wasn’t just a stupid joke after all, or if it was real, what kind of a world I would see.

In my dreams I saw a village with stone buildings painted white, like the pictures of the villages in the Greek Islands that I had seen before. I was walking through the narrow streets and I could feel the gentle breeze of the wind and the warmth of the twin suns in the sky above me. I could smell the exotic dishes in the marketplace and touch the skins of the strange fruits and vegetables displayed in the stalls, and the women and girls that wandered the streets in brightly colored dresses.

I awoke with a start, grabbed the book and began writing furiously.

“It’s real! OMG It’s really real!!! Are you there? Hello? Alana are you there??”

After a long moment, her writing appeared.

“I’m here, little one. So now you believe me?”

“Yes! This is so awesome!”

I imagined that she must have been smiling at my enthusiasm.

“Yes, I suppose it is. I’m glad you enjoyed your visit.”

“I have so many questions but I have to get ready for school!”

“Well then, you should get ready for school.”

“But your village is so beautiful. I just want to see it again.”

“You will. But for now you need to do the right thing. I will be here when you return.”

“But…”

“Go on! But first, answer me this one question.”

“Anything.”

“What does OMG mean?”

*  *  *

There was no way I could concentrate on school. All I could think about was the village and the magic book that was now my secret refuge. I wanted desperately for the day to end so I could go back and ask Alana questions. I wanted to know everything about her and the world she lived in. When the bus dropped me off I ran all the way home and straight up to my room.

“Alana? Are you there?”

“Yes I’m here, little one. I can sense when you are near the book. How was school?”

“Good, but I don’t want to talk about it right now. I want to talk about you.”

“All right. What do you wish to know?”

“Everything.”

She told me she made a living as a painter and that she had come to live in Liandine after coming of age, whatever that meant. She wrote that the dream books were sometimes used to write to people in other villages, but that some of the books wound up passing through something called the ether and appeared in other worlds.

“You sound amazing,” I wrote back, “I wish I could paint like you.”

“Maybe I can teach you through the book.”

“I’d like that.”

I paused for a moment.

“Alana, what do you look like?”

“Would you like to see?”

“Yes, if it’s okay.”

“Turn the page.”

The image of a blonde woman appeared on the following page, painted, it seemed, in soft colors. She wore a white toga-like dress and sat on a stool with one of her long legs curled up under her. Her eyes were blue and her hair braided in a long tress behind her. Her smiling face appeared kind and gentle. It was hard to tell but I guess she must have been in her late thirties, around my mom’s age.

“Wow, you’re beautiful,” I wrote back. “How did you do that?”

“If you hold a picture to the pages, its image is transferred to the book.”

Not thinking, I grabbed the nearest picture of myself, a simple photo of me climbing up a tree and looking back at the camera. I placed the picture between the pages and held it there for a moment, then opened the book again and waited.

“This is you?”

“Yes,” I wrote, biting my lip. I was nervous about what she might think of me.

“You have a beautiful smile, little one. And such lovely brown hair.”

I blushed even though she wasn’t even in the room. “Thank you.”

“And such a beautiful little bottom. You’re a sexy little girl.”

My eyes widened.

“WHAT?”

“I’m sorry… was that too forward?”

“Um, yeah, just a little bit.”

“Oh my dear, I’m terribly sorry if I offended you. I thought there was an attraction.”

I thought for a moment. This was all moving too fast. But after the shock wore off I realized that what she had written wasn’t so bad.

“No… it’s okay… well… I mean, nobody has ever said that to me before.”

“I find that hard to believe, little one. I’m sure lots of women would find you very sexy.”

I paused again. This was getting weird.

“Um… actually… women don’t usually say that about girls here.”

“Really? Why not?”

“They just don’t.”

“How odd. How do you choose your First, then?”

“My first?”

“Yes, don’t you have a First to guide you to adulthood?”

“Well we have teachers… but… I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

“A First is the person a child chooses to share their first lovemaking. They become their first lover and guide them through their adolescence to their adulthood.”

“A First is an adult?”

“Yes, of course.”

“And they… have sex with you? When you’re my age?”

“Yes, it is considered a great honor to be chosen as a child’s First. It is a heavy responsibility.”

I paused for a long while. The idea seemed repulsive to me at first, but the more I thought about it, the more I began to wonder about it.

“Are you still there, little one?”

“I am. I’m just thinking.”

“About what?”

“About what you said. That kind of thing doesn’t happen on my world. Here adults can get into trouble if they do that with children.”

“So you go through your adolescence with nobody to guide you? No one to share your first intimacies with?”

“Well, we can date in high school and stuff, like when we’re teenagers. But no, there’s no one.”

“It must be a very lonely way to grow up.”

“Yeah. Sometimes, I guess,” I wrote back.

There was a long pause. Finally she wrote back., “Well, let’s not dwell on such sad things. Would you like to tell me about your day?”

Our conversation shifted to safer topics. I told her all about how my day at school went, and she listened, and she told me a bit about how her day was. We wrote back and forth for a couple of hours, until dinner, and then a little more that night.

*  *  *

This went on for several weeks. We would write to each other and share our experiences, and sometimes she would offer advice, but mostly she just listened and understood. We were able to learn a lot from one another, and through our dreams we got to share the experience of each other’s worlds.

I found out that in her world, women could live together in villages away from men, and that nobody minded if you were gay or lesbian. She told me that it was no surprise that such things were barely tolerated on my world. “Repressed” is how she described it. But she was always very careful not to write anything that might upset or shock me. She never spoke about firsts or sex or called me anything but “little one”. But as we grew closer I found myself wanting to understand her better, and that meant trying to understand how her world worked.

“Alana,” I wrote one late evening, “who was your First?”

“Are you sure you want to know, little one? People from your world would find it disturbing.”

“No, it’s okay. I really want to know.”

“I don’t want to upset you or tell you anything you might find… difficult.”

“It’s okay. I promise. I just want to know more about you.”

It seemed like she was taking a moment to decide what was safe to tell me. But finally the words appeared:

“I chose my mother, but her desires were not the same as mine. But fortunately her sister, my aunt, shared the same preferences as myself.”

I tried to suppress my shock.

“Parents can be Firsts?”

“Yes, as long as they are of the same gender. It’s not that uncommon. I am told the experience can be very intense.”

“And you wanted your mother to be your First?”

“I did. Desperately. It broke her heart to deny me. But my aunt accepted and I adored every moment of our time together.”

“What was it like?” I asked. “Weren’t you scared?”

“A little, at first. But she was very patient. We began living together and all through those first months she never pressed me once. We spent most of our time talking and getting to know each other better and she was always very kind to me.”

“So she waited until you were ready?” I asked.

“Yes. Finally, one cool summer night as we lay together in her bed, I turned to her and said I was ready.”

“And then what happened?”

“Do you honestly wish to know?”

I paused for a moment, wondering just how much she would be willing to share.

“Of course.” I wrote. “Please tell me.”

“I remember she smiled at me. It was the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. Then she touched my cheek gently and drew me to her and we shared our first kiss. It was magical.”

I read, at a loss for words.

“Then what happened?” I wrote finally.

“She stood in the moonlight coming through the window and undressed for me. I remember her dark hair shimmering on her shoulders. I wish I could describe how beautiful she was, and how the way she looked at me made me feel safe and excited at the same time.”

There was a pause.

“Are you all right? I don’t wish to go on if this disturbs you.”

I hesitated for a moment before I answered.

“Please go on.”

“She turned around in the moonlight while I watched her, then she came and sat on the bed next to me. She took my hands in hers and placed them on her breasts and she let me explore her body. Her skin was very soft and I remember how her large breasts felt in my small hands… how her nipples stiffened as I ran circles around them with my fingers.

She drew me in again and we kissed for a very long time. She lay me back on the bed and kissed me harder. ”

“What was that like?”

“I remember the weight of her body pressing down on mine. When you’re a little girl with a woman it’s very different. Her body surrounds you and you feel so tiny against her. It’s overwhelming and exciting at the same time.”

Alana’s words drifted through me and I imagined myself lying on a bed with a beautiful woman, my little eleven-year-old body beneath her as she kissed me urgently.

“Then what happened?”

“She slipped my night dress off and sat there gazing at me for a while. I can’t describe the way it felt having her eyes on me like that… knowing that she wanted me. Then she reached out with her hands and ran them along my body… along my arms and chest and my unformed breasts… along my thighs and finally to the crevice between my legs.”

“To your pussy?” I wrote, wondering if the word meant the same in her reality.

“Yes. She touched me very gently there. I recall her eyes never left mine. I think she wanted to see how her fingers were affecting me.”

“Did it feel good?” I asked. I was growing bolder in my excitement.

“Yes. Almost as good as her tongue lapping at my nipples. Are you all right? Is this too much?”

“No it’s fine,” I wrote, almost annoyed at how she was hesitating. “Please tell me more.”

“That was how she drew my first orgasm from me… with the gentle touch of her hands.  Afterwards she lay next to me and kissed me and stroked me tenderly, and after we had rested she climaxed me again using her tongue.”

“Oh wow.”

“I see I have your interest, child. How do you feel about what I’ve told you?”

“What do you mean?”

“You do not find what I’ve told you… distasteful?”

“No,” I wrote honestly, “I think it’s beautiful.”

“I’m glad.”

“Did she… ever let you touch her?”

“Oh, of course. That very night she showed me how to pleasure her with my hands. In some ways it was more exciting than what she had done for me. She cried so loud I thought I had hurt her, but then she grabbed me and held me tightly and kissed me over and over again.”

My mouth watered as I wrote:

“Did you ever… taste her down there?”

“Child, you are so shy. You’ve already written the word. You can write it again.”

I blushed.

“Did you ever lick her pussy?”

“Strangely she denied me that pleasure for several weeks after our first tryst. She said she wanted me to be comfortable about it because to do that is not always an easy thing for a young girl. So she began to train me, if you will.”

“How?”

“She would pleasure herself while I watched, licking her own juices from her fingers. At first she would just lie next to me while she did so, but then she let me sit between her legs and watch as her fingers explored her pussy. Later on I would lay my head against her thigh while she climaxed. I became accustomed to her scent… and then aroused by it… but she still denied me.”

“That must have been hard for you.”

“One morning I awoke and found her straddling me, her knees on either side of my head, her fingers working in and out of her while she moaned. I tried to raise my head to her but she pushed me back and made me lie there while she came so hard. I remember feeling her juices spatter against my face. Then she rolled away from me sobbing.

‘Why are you crying?’ I asked.

‘Because I want you so very badly, little one,’ she told me. ‘You have no idea how much I long for you. Look at me.’

“She rolled over and spread her legs for me. Her fingers went down and opened her labia. I could see how wet and glistening her pussy was. Her eyes met mine and she said, ‘This is what you do to me, young one. This is how you make me feel every time I look at you.  I love you dearly, but my desire for you is boundless.’

“At that moment I felt like I would rather die than deny her anything.

‘Please Auntie. Please let me do this.’

‘Do you desire it, child?’

It was then that I realized why she had waited. She wanted this to be a true act of desire, not out of obligation or duty or even as a demonstration of the love she knew I already felt. Until then I had been aroused by her, excited by her, and mesmerized by her beauty, but for the first time in my life I felt desire for her, so much so that it burned me inside.”

‘Yes,’ I answered. ‘More than anything.’

“I lay down between her legs and stared at her, memorizing every small feature of her pussy. I looked up at her and saw her gazing at me in expectation. Finally, deliberately, I leaned forward, extended my tongue and traced it up along her labia until I found her clit. I licked very slowly, exploring, listening to her gasping breath. I felt her hands reach down and her fingers entwine in my hair as she drew me closer. I was drowned in the scent of her.

“I don’t know how long I lay there, cradled between her thighs, lapping at her pussy and feeling her climax over and over. I know that my hand found my own clit and I came twice myself. When it was over, I lay atop her body and fell asleep to the rise and fall of her chest.

 

“Are you there? Alyssa, are you there?”

I was there, but I was too busy climaxing and screaming into my pillow so my parents wouldn’t know what I was doing.

“Yes I’m here,” I finally wrote. “That was amazing.”

“It was. Would you like to see a portrait of us?”

“Yes please.”

The image that appeared in my dream book was that of a young girl, about my age, but with golden blonde hair, her nude body in the arms of an equally nude woman with dark hair and blue eyes. Somehow, the artist had captured the expression of pure, perfect love shared between them, tinged with a soft wisp of desire.

To be continued…

The Joy of Looking, Chapter 124

  • Posted on April 27, 2016 at 12:07 pm

By Naughty Mommy

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That was such an incredible week. Every day, something else exciting or promising seemed to happen. It was like we were building toward a big climax — which in fact we were, lots and lots of climaxes, ha-ha!

Let me tell you about each of those things in order…

The first was a plan begin concocted by my sisters, Kate, Molly, and Chelsea. Samantha was in on it too. Their idea was to set up the biggest game yet of Undercover Spy. It seems that the word had been spreading at school — especially among the girls in Molly’s fourth grade class — that this game was just about the coolest thing ever. Several girls who hadn’t yet played it kept asking Molly when they would get a chance. She spoke with Kate about that, and the idea was born. Then it grew into something huge.

I learned about their plan on Tuesday night. We’d gone out to dinner; nothing special, just burgers and fries. Megan and Samantha were with us, along with Dana and Chelsea, of course. Anyway, I was surprised that as the kids chattered on about this — mentioning this girl and that girl who wanted to play — my mother never tried to stop them, to slow them down, or to caution them about involving their young friends in an activity that, in addition to full nudity, also included groping of private parts!

In fact, it was just the opposite. Not only did Mommy make no effort to stop them, she actually got out a pad and pen and began making a list of all the girls who might be there. Molly had nine friends who wanted to come (no pun intended), Chelsea and Samantha had three friends between them, and Kate said she’d been talking with her friend Sarah about it as well. Not wanting to be left out, I suggested including Hannah, which was fine with the others, especially since Lindsey was already on the list.

We added them all up. Counting us, it made a total of nineteen girls! Mommy couldn’t stop laughing as she talked about it — and perhaps as she envisioned herself playing the sexy game with them.

Which prompted me to ask, “Are you guys gonna play too? The grownups, I mean?”

My mother smiled and shrugged, “I don’t know. Maybe, we’ll see.”

“I’d sure like to,” said Dana.

“Me too,” added Megan. “But it’s up to you, Suzanne. You can tell us what you think is best.”

“No, I think it should be up to Kate,” Mommy said. “It’s your game, honey. You’re the one who thought of it. You made up the rules, so you can decide who should play this time.”

“Okay,” Kate nodded, grinning as she munched on a french fry.

“And what about, um, are they all gonna sleep over too?” I asked. “All the girls?”

Mommy shrugged again. “Why the hell not? It’ll be a big pile of young bodies down there in the family room, the biggest slumber party ever, but I think we can manage it. Of course, we don’t know yet how many girls there actually will be. We’ll have to choose a day first, and then they’ll have to get permission.”

“They already got permission,” said Molly. “My friends did, all of ‘em.”

“Oh, did they?” our mother said with a smile, raising an eyebrow. “And do you mind telling me when this little get-together is taking place?”

“Saturday!” chirped Samantha. “Me and Chelsea’s friends all said it’s okay for them then. They asked. It’s Saturday!”

“So, you kids have been planning this for a while?” Mommy asked.

Kate said, “Only for a few days. But Sarah told me she can come too. I think everybody can. Except you’ll have to ask Hannah, Julie.”

“Okay, I will. I’m sure she’ll be up for it, though, as long as she’s not busy.”

As soon as we got home, I asked Mommy if I could borrow the list she’d made so I could add the names to my journal. Besides Hannah and Sarah, my friend’s and Kate’s, there were three kids from Chelsea’s and Samantha’s second grade class, three girls we’d never met. Well maybe Dana or Megan had met them, but I hadn’t. Anyway, their names were Sadie, Erika, and Peyton. Among Molly’s nine friends who were invited, only three had played the game before: Lindsey, Riley, and Emily. The other six, all novices to the joys of Undercover Spy, were Alyssa, Whitney, Abbie, Eden, Bridget, and Ashley. Adding us to the tally, that made nineteen.

My mind boggled. Wow! Nineteen girls playing Undercover Spy, along with maybe a few moms as well. And then, after that, all those kids sleeping downstairs in our family room — or probably not sleeping, not for quite a while, anyway. I licked my lips as I imagined all the naughty trouble we might get into.

* * *

All right, on to the second thing…

Karen gave me a ride home on Wednesday after I attended the advanced classes at her high school. She came in for a while, and we fooled around together with Kate and Molly and Chelsea, getting naked, doing all the fun things girls like to do with each other.

I asked Karen if she wanted to stay and have supper with us, but she said she couldn’t. When Mommy got home from work that evening at about 6:00, the teen had put her clothes back on and was just getting ready to leave.

Our mother gave her a warm hug and asked, “When are we going to get to see Miranda again, and Marisol, and that darling baby, Jorge? Could you all come over here for dinner with us on Friday?”

“Um, yeah, thanks, I think we probably could,” said Karen with a smile. “I’ll just have to ask Miranda. Right now I need to get home, though, and have dinner with my parents.”

“All right.” Mommy kissed the teen on the lips, then added, “Tell you what, I’ll call her myself later on tonight and talk with her about it, okay?”

“Sure, that’s fine,” Karen nodded, and then she left.

After we finished our supper, my mom sat down on the sofa with her cell phone, hooking the wireless headset over her ear. She punched a number into the phone, and a moment later said, “Hi, Miranda, it’s Suzanne. How are you?”

They chatted for a few minutes, with arrangements being made for Friday night. Then they started talking about breastfeeding, and soon after that, about masturbation. By this time, Mommy had one foot pulled up on the sofa. Her shoes were off and her legs bare (she’d removed her pantyhose earlier). The light silk skirt she wore was up around her waist. One hand was inside her panties, the other unbuttoning her blouse.

Chelsea and Molly were on the floor, playing Legos with Dana. Kate was in one of the armchairs, listening to music on her iPod while leafing through a sports magazine. I was on the other end of the sofa, watching my mom. I was also rubbing myself through my shorts, and getting ready to take them off so I could masturbate properly. Then I saw my mother motioning to Molly, asking my little sister to join her on the sofa.

Molly got up and did so, happily. My mom was saying something to Miranda, asking if she sometimes had both Jorge and Marisol suck her nipples at the same time. Based on my mother’s lascivious smile, the answer must have been yes.

Mommy wasn’t wearing a bra, so as soon as her blouse was open, she was able to offer an erect nipple to Molly. My sister, of course, immediately fastened on and began sucking.

The others quickly forgot about their games and magazines, gathering close to watch the sexy action. We heard our mother ask Miranda what she was doing: if she had a finger inside her pussy, if she was wet, if her clit was hard, and so on. Mommy was masturbating too, as Molly sucked on one nipple while teasing the other with her fingers, twisting and pulling. I had my shorts and panties off, rubbing my clit. Dana had gotten naked in a flash, and was removing Chelsea’s clothes. Kate had a hand down inside her shorts.

“That’s right, squeeze that fucking nipple,” Mommy said to Miranda, “squirt the milk. Fuck, I want you to squirt it on me, on my fucking pussy. Goddamn, that’s so hot!”

Her fingers were moving fast between her legs. I could tell she was almost ready to come. If there had ever been any doubt that my mom would be excited by lactation, that was certainly gone now.

I won’t go into the rest of the details at this point, because I’m eager to move forward. Anyway, I’m sure you can guess what happened. Mommy soon reached climax, as apparently Miranda did too, on the other end of the phone. After they completed their conversation and hung up, we had nasty juicy sex with our mom and with each other for a couple of hours, even though it was a school night. She was getting a bit lax about the rules.

* * *

And now, the third thing…

On Thursday, after school, Hannah and I were in my bedroom making out. We’d done our homework together, and then she’d called her mother, telling her about the big slumber party coming up on Saturday and asking permission to attend, which she received. The cute redhead and I were kissing and starting to slide our hands under each other’s clothes when we heard the phone ring.

It wasn’t my cell phone, but the regular phone. I waited to see if someone else might answer, but after it rang a third time, I untangled myself from Hannah and picked up the extension in my room.

“Hello?”

“Hi, um, could I speak to Julie, please?”

“This is Julie.”

“Oh, uh, hi, Julie. This is Alexa, Riley’s sister?”

“Oh, yeah, uh, hi, Alexa.”

Alexa!? Why was she calling me? She was a junior in high school, 16 years old — cute and blonde and sexy, but way out of my league.

“Hey, so, um, how ya doin’?” she said.

“Oh, fine, you know, just chillin’. Just finished my homework.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. I’ve got a ton, too. I hate it. Haven’t done mine yet, though.”

I couldn’t understand what was going on. Why was this hot girl, so much more grown up than me, calling to chat like we were old friends? I’d only met her a couple of times before.

“So, um, Julie, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, sure, I guess.”

“Well, it’s just, like, um… Riley told me something, and I wanted to ask you about it.”

Uh-oh, I thought, I hope this isn’t trouble. Riley and I had done some pretty exciting things together, extremely intimate things. She’d even watched me have sex with Kate. Was the girl’s big sister about to come down on me for that? She didn’t sound angry, though, not at all. So maybe that wasn’t it.

“Okay,” I said, swallowing nervously.

“So, I mean, she told me about this game you guys play over at your house, something about spies or whatever. I didn’t really understand it all, but it sounded like fun. Do you know the game I mean?”

“Yeah, it’s, uh… it’s called Undercover Spy.”

“Right, that’s it. Undercover Spies. And, um, anyway, Riley told me you guys were maybe gonna play it again this weekend, on Saturday night? And I thought that, um, I know it’s kinda rude to just invite myself, but… is there any chance I could come and play too?”

Whoa! I couldn’t believe it! Alexa Crawford — Paula’s daughter, Riley’s sister, one of the hottest teenage girls ever — wanted to come over to our house and play Undercover Spy!

For several seconds, I was speechless.

“Julie? You still there?” said Alexa.

“Oh, yeah, uh… sorry, I was just, um, but, yeah, sure, I think it’s fine if you want to come, if you want to, I’ll have to ask my mom, or tell her, I’m sure she won’t mind, it’ll be fine, we’d love it, if you want to.”

I knew I was babbling, but I couldn’t help it. Alexa Crawford! A high school girl! An actual, real-life blonde cheerleader! She was gonna let us take off her clothes and touch her body, all over everywhere, and —

But then I realized, did she truly understand what this meant?

“Um, just, one thing, Alexa…” I began, reluctantly. “I mean, how much did Riley tell you about the game? Do you know what the rules are and everything?”

“Yeah,” she giggled. “Well, I don’t know everything, maybe, but I do know that you, like, run around the house naked and stuff, chasing each other, right?”

“Uh-huh,” I said, “and sort of… wrestling, too, kind of. But I mean, just so you know. As long as you’re cool with it.”

“Yeah, I am. I think it’d be fun. I really want to play. And I know it’s rude, like I said, to just call up and invite myself. I understand if, you know…” she trailed off.

“No, it’s fine,” I rushed to reassure her. “I’m sure it’ll be fine. I’ll tell my mom, let her know you’re gonna be here. But don’t worry, we’d definitely love to have you. We really would.”

“All right. Awesome, I can’t wait. Thanks, Julie!”

“You’re welcome. Thanks for calling!”

“Okay, well, bye.”

“Bye.”

We hung up. I turned to look at Hannah, who’d been sitting cross-legged on the bed, listening to my half of the conversation.

“Oh my god,” I exclaimed. “Alexa’s coming!”

“Who’s Alexa?” Hannah had never met her.

“She’s Riley’s sister, her big sister. She’s in high school, a junior, I think. Oh my god, I can’t believe it. My sister is a genius.”

“Who? Which sister?”

“Kate! For thinking of this! For inventing this game, Kate is a genius. Because of her, I’ve been naked with all these cute young girls — and with some of their moms too, including your mom, your mum.”

Hannah was nodding and smiling.

“Now it’ll be Alexa,” I continued gushing, “along with all those other girls on Saturday. Twenty! That makes twenty! I can’t wait to tell Katie!”

My sister wasn’t home yet, though. It was the middle of basketball season, and she was at practice. She’d be home by dinner, and I’d tell her then.

“Still fancy snogging?” asked Hannah. “Or are ya too worked up over Alexa?”

“No, I do want to,” I leered, as I returned to the bed, pushing my friend down onto her back. “In fact, I’m so turned on that…”

Instead of finishing my sentence, I put my mouth over Hannah’s and kissed her deeply, our tongues playing.

We made love for the next hour, until it was time for her to go home — and this was frantic, urgent lovemaking, sizzling hot lesbian sex. That call from Alexa had set me on fire. I made Hannah come I don’t know how many times that afternoon, while enjoying several huge, wet orgasms of my own.

As she was kissing me goodbye at the front door, she whispered, “I’m so sore down there. Don’t know as I can walk that far.”

We both giggled. Her house was only two blocks away.

“But I don’t care, it was bloody marvelous. You can do that to me anytime.”

“Okay, I will,” I smiled. “Next time I see you.”

We kissed once more, and then she left.

* * *

And finally Friday arrived. Yes!

We enjoyed a pleasant dinner with Karen and Miranda and Miranda’s kids. It wasn’t anything fancy, just macaroni and cheese along with a green salad, but it was good. After quickly doing the dishes, we all went upstairs to Molly’s room, where we watched Miranda feed Jorge. She used a bottle this time, instead of a breast.

“I expressed the milk this morning,” she told us, adding with a wink, as she placed a hand on a plump tit, “I wanted to save what’s in here for tonight, for our games.”

Before the bottle was even empty, the baby was snoozing. Miranda said he would likely sleep for about six hours, until he got hungry again. She put him down, propping pillows all around to make sure he wouldn’t roll off the bed. Then we went to Mommy’s bedroom.

There were eleven of us there — four moms, including mine (Suzanne), plus Miranda, Dana, and Megan, along with two teenagers, Karen and me, and five younger kids, Kate, Molly, Chelsea, Samantha, and Marisol, Miranda’s little girl. I knew it was going to be an orgy, or I expected it was, at any rate. I wasn’t sure how it would start, though, since none of us except for Karen and Marisol had ever had sex with Miranda. Sometimes things like that would take a while to get rolling when it was the first time for some people. I was becoming quite an expert on lesbian orgies!

However, once we were inside the room, Mommy said, without hesitation, “Everyone take off your clothes, okay? I really want to look at you. That’s all right with you, isn’t it, Miranda?”

“Sure, it’s just fine, sounds good to me,” smiled the short, dark-haired woman, as she reached behind her back to pull down a zipper on her dress.

I got the feeling this had been planned in advance, that my mother and Miranda already had discussed it, maybe talked to one another on the phone earlier that day. Anyway, it didn’t matter. I was perfectly happy to get nude, and I always loved looking at other naked women and girls.

We quickly began stripping. Our things were tossed aside, with nothing placed on hangers or carefully folded. That was not a priority. Nudity and sex, kinky sex, that was what we wanted!

I had seen everyone else unclothed before, of course, many times. I’d admired their bodies and made love to them. But this was my first opportunity to see Miranda naked, and Marisol as well. So, as I took off my own dress, and my panties and bra, I kept my eyes glued to the mother and daughter. Miranda saw me watching them, and gave me a wink.

When we were all nude, Mommy said, “What I’d like to do tonight is to start simply by looking. This is something I’ve talked with Julie about before, the joy of looking. So, let’s take a few minutes to just appreciate each other’s lovely bodies, all right? Um, how about if we form a circle, in order of height. Megan, you’re the tallest, so you stand here. I would be next, I guess, and then maybe Karen or Julie — which of you is taller? — anyway, everyone line up, a nice big circle. That’s right, there you go…”

Fortunately, the master bedroom was fairly large, with an open space between the bed and the walk-in closet where we could make the circle. We still had to crowd in kind of tightly, shoulder to shoulder, but no one seemed to mind that. I certainly didn’t. We decided Karen was slightly taller than me, and my sister Kate a hair shorter, so I stood between the two of them. After Kate, it was Miranda, then Dana, Molly, Samantha, Marisol, Chelsea, and finally back again to Megan and my mom.

“Very good, very nice,” Mommy nodded, her gaze moving slowly around the ring of naked women and girls.

It really was quite a sight to see. From 7-year-olds with totally flat chests and no hips, to somewhat older girls, just entering puberty, with tempting breast buds, to an older teenager, Karen, almost fully developed, and then the luscious grown women, the mothers. A whole range of variation — different body styles, hair coloring, skin tones, ages — I didn’t know where to look first! My eyes darted from one to another, wanting to take in everything all at once.

“Take your time,” said my mom, as if reading my mind. “Just look at each person, take a good long look. Ask yourself what you like best about them. When you look at her, where do your eyes go first? What draws your attention? What is it that makes you want to… get closer to her, touch her, maybe kiss her?”

With those instructions, our assignment of looking became much more than academic: it was sensual, almost voyeuristic, and highly arousing — which, of course, is what my mother intended.

We stood for a long time in that circle, several minutes at least, without speaking, simply looking. And it was a thrilling experience, intensely erotic. The longer I examined all the women and girls, thinking about what attracted me to this one or that one and imagining what I’d like to do with each of them, the more excited I became. I felt my pussy getting wet, a sense of heaviness, of fullness inside. My nipples grew hard, throbbing, aching to be touched, licked, sucked.

I wasn’t the only one. Others seemed to be affected the same way. I saw breath coming quicker, chests rising and falling. I heard soft moans. Some around me were licking their lips, especially the women.

And then I saw something really amazing.

I’d been studying Miranda, gazing at her full, round breasts. I admired her face too, so pretty, those beautiful big brown eyes, her small nose, red lips, dark curly hair. Between her legs she had a bush, not shaved or closely trimmed like the other women. I couldn’t be sure from where I stood, but I thought that perhaps I could detect beads of moisture gleaming in her tangled pubic hair. It made me want to get a closer view, much closer, spread her legs apart, open her pussy lips, take a good long look inside. Mmm, so hot. Even her stretch marks turned me on, something that normally might not. But the faint lines on her hips and on her boobs somehow made her seem like more of a woman to me, more sexual, more desirable.

As I stared at her bulging breasts, that’s when I saw the thing that startled me, surprised me, amazed me. At the tip of each nipple, a milky white droplet had formed — and in front of my eyes, I watched those drops slowly grow larger, heavier, then drip away, falling to the floor.

“Fuck,” I heard my mother say.

She was staring at Miranda too, her eyes wide. “Fuck,” she repeated. “That is so fucking hot.”

Some of the younger girls giggled. This was the first thing anyone had said in a while, and it was quite the provocative statement.

So, that’s how it began. The circle broke up. We all gravitated toward Miranda, toward her breasts, the milk drawing us in, calling to us.

The kinky incestuous lesbian orgy was about to get underway.

Continue on to Chapter 125

The Dress Shop

  • Posted on April 27, 2016 at 10:29 am

By Marie LeClaire

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in August 2008 }

You must have read about it, because it made headlines in our newspaper and even CNN news. “Woman Doctor Accused of Fondling Young Female Patient,” it said. Although she wanted it as much as I did, and there was no proof so they couldn’t press charges, the hospital let me go.

I had a little money saved, so I decided to try the business world. Although medicine had been my life up to this point, I thought, since I liked clothes, to open a dress shop, which I could run alone. I stocked fashionable dresses, casual wear, and lingerie, and sold them at reasonable prices. It took time but I built up a reputation of giving good value for the prices I charged, and I gave each customer personal service.

Since being let go by the hospital, and my new shop, I didn’t have time to form any new relationships with other women, so I had to be satisfied with my fingers and vibrator. It also helped to fantasize after seeing a young customer undressing.

Saturday started the same as any other. Some regular customers, or some passing trade and the window shoppers, who tried everything on, then bought nothing.

I was tidying up after one of these at about 4 PM, when this very attractive woman of about thirty-five came in accompanied by a pretty young girl of about fifteen. I judged they were mother and daughter, and left them to look in peace.

I couldn’t help noticing how attentive they were to each other, holding up dresses and pointing out different outfits. They looked so attractive and so happy, I felt a pang of envy. I went over to them and introduced myself, “Hello, I’m Doctor, err Marie LeClare,” I said, “I own the shop. Can I help you find something?”

“I’m Tammy, and this is my daughter, Jena. We’re looking for a new dress for Jena, something sexy for a party we’re giving this weekend.”

“First let me look at you, Jena,” I said, “I need to get an idea of what will suit you and what your size is.”

Jena turned and walked up and down like a model, so that I could have a good look at her. I felt my cheeks flush, as I realized what a beautiful sexy girl she was.

Women had always attracted me sexually, and this girl was something special. She was tall and slender, but with a curvy figure, and a nice tight ass. Her blonde hair framed the sweetest innocent face. As she noticed me staring, she smiled widely. “I think I’m going to enjoy this, I can’t think why we haven’t been here before.” She laughed.

Tammy looked on indulgently. I thought she wouldn’t have been so content if she could have known what I was thinking about her daughter, and how I’d like to make love to her.

However she suddenly spoke. “Marie, I just noticed it’s getting close to closing time. I wonder if we could impose on you to stay open a little longer. I promise we’ll buy something. Would you mind us staying for a while?”

“Of course not,” I replied. “That way I can spend some time with you both and you can choose something really special.” I went across to the shop door, locked it and pulled down the blind as I put the CLOSED sign on the door.

Thank you so much,” said Tammy, “Now we can relax and enjoy ourselves, knowing we will not be disturbed.”

Jena had been looking at the clothes on display. She picked out two dresses to try on, and went into the changing room. I stood beside Tammy’s chair. “Jena wants to make an impression at the party,” said Tammy. “I want her to have something especially sexy.”

“I am sure she will be spectacular at the party,” I replied.

Just then, Jena came out wearing a mini green satin dress. It had a plunging neckline and the skirt was split to the thigh. She looked ravishing, and I felt another flush as I saw the upper curves of her breasts and the long muscular legs from her ankles to her hips.

“That looks lovely,” said Tammy. “Except that I can see your bra straps.” She turned to me. “Do you think Jena should wear it without a bra, Marie?”

I swallowed, “That would be best, I agree,” I said. “Underwear always spoils the line.” The mere thought of seeing her in that dress without a bra made my mouth water, and my pussy moist.

I was startled to hear Tammy say, “Marie, would you be a dear and help Jena to get the right look. Don’t bother with the changing room. It’s only us here.”

I dazedly found myself going over to the sexy teenage girl, stood behind her and with trembling hands, undid the zip at the back of the dress and let it fall to the ground. The girl stood there in front of her mother and me in just bra and pants. “Now take off her bra, please, Marie,” suggested Tammy.

I released the hooks between her shoulder blades and taking a deep breath, I let it go. Her flawless back was in my sight, the skin creamy and smooth.

“Now the panties, Marie.” Tammy obviously hadn’t realized the effect her daughter was having on me. I bent and slipped the panties down, to find a perfect little round ass inches from my face. Did I detect a faint musky scent?

“Turn around, darling,” Tammy told her daughter.

My hand flew to my mouth to stop the gasp I couldn’t help making. They both laughed to see my reaction. “It is okay,” said Tammy, “She always has that effect on people who see her body for the first time. Isn’t she the most perfect thing?”

And she was. Even in front of her mother, I couldn’t risk losing this chance to inspect this beautiful teenage girl’s body. I let my eyes travel over the young girl-flesh. The tiny pink feet, slim calves and long smooth thighs. A perfect triangle of silky fur, a flat belly with its dimpled bellybutton and two wonderful high firm breasts. Her nipples were brownish pink and puffy and I could only imagine what they would look like when her excitement made them erect, and how they would taste. This lovely body was crested by a wonderful virginal face.

As I stood there staring with my mouth open, Tammy said, “Jena, darling, I think Marie likes you!”

That ironic remark broke the ice and we all laughed. “Now try the dress, dear.”

I helped Jena to put the green satin on again. She certainly looked more sexy without underwear, but there was still one thing missing. Did I dare mention it? Did I have the nerve? What would they think? Throwing caution to the wind, I decided to try.

“Tammy,” I hesitated, then seeing the mother’s encouraging smile, “it would be even more perfect if her nipples were erect!”

“Of course, how clever you are, Marie,” she agreed, and told her daughter to play with her nipples to excite them.

“Oh, Mom,” Jena said, “You know it is more exciting to have someone else do it for me. Couldn’t we ask Marie to?”

Tammy turned to me, pointed at Jena and said, “Do you mind?” In no way did I mind.

I went behind the young girl where she was standing, facing a mirror. I saw my own hands slipping under her arms and the fingers slowly moving up to the mounds under her dress. I was just about to cup her breasts when I heard Tammy’s voice. “No, Marie, take the dress off first.”

I swallowed nervously, beads of perspiration appearing on my forehead. This was rapidly getting out of hand. I released the zip and the dress fell in a puddle around Jena’s feet.

Now I was standing behind this gorgeous girl looking at her totally naked body in the mirror. Once again my hands crept around the slim body and this time I cupped the perfect flesh of her breasts in my waiting hands. I weighed them in my hands. They felt so firm and heavy. Jena leaned her head back and I gently kissed her smiling lips.

She responded by slipping her tongue into my mouth. I realized how hungry I was and how long it had been since I had had sex, except of course for my vibrator or fingers.

Now overcome with lust, I grabbed her nipples between my fingers and thumb and pinched, pulling and twisting them as my lust built.

Our kiss went on and on. I forgot about the mother watching me enjoying her daughter, all I thought of was my own passion. Oh, how I wanted that girl.

Suddenly I heard a soft clapping. I remembered where I was and let the body in my arms go, thinking to myself, I’m really going to go to jail this time. What’s the penalty for lesbian rape? I wondered.

But then I saw the proud smile on Tammy’s attractive face. “Why don’t you lie down together on the couch?” she suggested. “You would both be much more comfortable there.”

I took her daughter Jena by the hand and led her over to the couch I keep for customers. Gently I laid this beautiful baby girl down and knelt beside her. Tammy moved her chair to come and sit beside us where she could see every detail of our passion.

My inhibitions gone, I again touched her pouty lips with mine, then traced the outline of her lips with the tip of my tongue before I penetrated her warm mouth.

As our tongues danced, I allowed my hand to drift to her breasts and played with her nipples. Breaking our kiss, my mouth and tongue explored her silky neck. My tongue licked a path to her breasts, leaving a little wet trail as my hand caressed her tummy. As my mouth found her little nipple I allowed my tongue to lick in a little circle around it while my hand played with her other nipple, running my fingernail across the tip. Opening my mouth, I sucked her nipple into my mouth and nursed like a baby.

Dragging my teeth on her little nipple I heard her soft moans, and knew where my mouth was headed next.

Kissing and licking under her breast, my mouth continued to explore her soft tummy until it found her sexy belly button. Since I’ve always had a fetish for tummies, I paid homage to hers with a passion, fucking her belly button with my tongue as my hand crept down to part her beautiful legs. I was oblivious to everything except to taste her young pussy, so my tongue continued to explore more until it found her mound, and then her wonderful pussy. Stopping for a moment to breath in her wonderful scent, I kissed her pussy through her tantalizing fur.

As my tongue licked her delicate folds, my hands caressed her inner thighs. She was so hot and wet and so was I.

With my thumbs I parted her pussy lips so I could lick her inner pink lips, before plunging my tongue in deep to probe her pussy walls. Then I licked in a little circle around her hood and clit, sucking hard to free her clit from its protective covering. Cupping my tongue, I drew her clit into my mouth as I allowed my middle finger to enter Jena’s pussy, finger fucking her as I sucked on her little swollen clit like a straw.

I was surprised to see Tammy’s hand caressing Jena’s perfect breasts. Nodding in approval, she had hiked up her own dress and was madly finger fucking herself as she watched us in our passion.

“Yes, fuck her, Marie, make my darling cum,” Tammy said. By this time Jena was squirming in ecstasy.

As I tongue fucked her, I reached my fingers to her swollen little clit and patted it quickly.

She came in a gush, bathing my face with her sweet honey.

As I sat back I saw that Jena and Tammy were kissing passionately as Tammy continued to finger herself, moaning her orgasm into Jena’s mouth.

Now I finally understood their relationship.

Since I had enjoyed the session so well, I couldn’t resist giving Jena the green satin. I wanted her to look her best for the party they were planning.

As they were preparing to leave Tammy said, “We’re going to be steady customers,” and Jena said, “Oh yeah.”

Little did I know when the two new customers walked into my shop that day that my life was about to be changed. I now have several new friends, due to them, and often visit their homes.

Scouting for Girls, Chapter 3

  • Posted on April 25, 2016 at 4:02 pm

Testing the Water

By eloquent delinquent

Following the other girls through the Greenberg’s huge airy house, Nicole eventually reaches the back, a series of French doors lining one wall that open onto a broad tiled patio and the coolest pool Nicole’s ever seen. It’s like a regular sized swimming pool with a hot tub attached to one end, and where they meet there’s this enormous stack of rocks that’s taller than her, with an actual waterfall splashing down it into the water! Cassidy looks as amazed as she is, this must be her first time seeing it, too. The other girls look pleased but not surprised.

Tender Katie is sitting in a cushioned patio chair by the pool, with a polka dot hair band and bangs and sunglasses. She’s wearing a big loose khaki scouting shirt and shorts that show off how strong her tanned legs are. She’s set a bunch of cushions on the ground in front of her, and turns in her chair to greet the approaching girls.

“Hello, Scouts. Wonderful day for the water, isn’t it?” she says with an impish smile. Nicole’s struck again by how fit and pretty Katie is. With her honey blonde hair done like that and that little smile on her face, she thinks Katie and her daughter Jenny look a lot alike.

The girls agree about the day with varying degrees of enthusiasm, but most of them are casting yearning looks at the limpid blue water in the pool. For her part, Nicole is too busy being blown away by the view. Although three huge pine trees screen the pool area, the rest of the property looks down from the hilltop on the whole north side of town, and some of the outlying farms and woods too. And off in the distance is the hazy blue gray line of the Pacific. She feels like she’s really in California now, maybe for the first time.

“Come on over and have a seat everybody.”

They all plop down on the cushions in front of Katie. Nicole sits next to Lena in front with one empty cushion to her left; Cassidy and Fawn are behind them. Katie takes some printouts from under her chair and starts handing them out. Lena looks disappointed; Cassidy actually groans.

“I didn’t know there’d be homework,” Cassidy grumps.

“There’s no homework, and there’s no quiz,” Katie says, “this is just information to keep with you so you can study for the badge exam. It’s kind of a cheat sheet. All the answers are In here.”

Cassidy brightens and takes a little interest, now that there might be cheating involved.

Lena asks, “Aren’t we going in the water?”

“This session is about water safety, the things you need to know before you go swimming, so you can be safe and know what you’re doing. Besides, how many of you can swim?”

She waits for hands. Only Fawn’s timidly rises. Katie nods toward her.

“I can doggie paddle, a little.”

“Girls,” Katie says, leaning her elbows onto her knees to get closer, draw them in. “by the time I’m through with you, you’ll all be swimming like little mermaids. But we have to do it the right way, so nothing happens to you. And the first step, is to learn how to be careful in the water, okay?”

They all nod, seeing the point.

Nicole glances down at the printout and its pictures when she hears the patio doors open. Hanna and her mother are both coming out, and everyone stops to look.

Hanna is wearing a little aqua colored bikini, and although she’s just barely started filling out in her boobies and her butt, it makes her tan and her spiky, layered straw-blonde bob really stand out. She’s wearing these sharp sunglasses that most of the girls fawn over when she sits down.

But Nicole is focused on Hanna’s mom.

Mrs Greenberg has also changed into a bikini, pink and flowery, that rides high on her trim hips and shows a lot of her large, pear-shaped breasts. Over it, she’s wearing what seems like a short white robe, only it’s so lightweight that it’s transparent.

Nicole feels like she suddenly has X-ray vision for Mrs Greenberg, and that she can see right through her clothes at her underwear and her bare body. The thought sends this electrifying thrill through her, that settles into a warm happy hum somewhere around her tummy as she watches the pretty mother scrape another patio chair over and sit next to Katie. Nicole’s never felt like this before, but it’s as yummy as it is disconcerting.

Hanna’s sunglasses start making the rounds, and each girl tries them on and poses glamorously, to ahhs and giggles from the others. When Nicole first saw Hanna in them, she thought they made her look stuck up. But now that everybody is trying them on, and she is too, she realizes that they’re actually pretty cool. They’re like grownup fashion sunglasses, only girl-size. Hanna mentions the designer to Lena, but Nicole isn’t really listening. She notices Mrs Greenberg’s grin when she’s posing in them.

She hands the sunglasses back to Hanna, and thinks maybe she had that mean thought because she’s a little jealous of her.

Tender Katie waits patiently for them to settle back down, then begins the lesson. The girls follow along in the handout. Most of it is stuff like don’t jump in if you know how deep it is, be careful of tides and currents, warm up before you swim, never go further out than half of your endurance. There are pictures of the right way to help someone having trouble in the water, how to float on your back to save your strength, or how to use a life preserver, but Katie tells them they’ll practice that stuff later.

It’s all pretty common sense, but good to know. They ask about a couple things, and when they do they raise their hands; it’s very class-like. The only kinda weird moment is when Tender Katie instructs them that they should never, ever swim without a buddy. For some reason that makes Cassidy snort and say, “That too, huh?” and nudge Fawn knowingly.

Over a sudden burst of giggles from all the other girls except Nicole, Katie says, “Cassidy, behave.”

“Sorry,” she replies with a chortle that makes it seem like maybe she’s not too sorry.

Nicole doesn’t get it at all. It’s another thing they share that she doesn’t. She looks from one young face to another, trying to steal a clue, but they’re already glancing at their printouts as Katie shows them how to push on a swimmer’s back to get the water out of their lungs.

The girls soak it in, and answer the occasional pop quiz question from Katie or Mrs Greenberg, but they can’t help feeling the heat of the summer on their shoulders and faces and squirming, wishing they were in the refreshing water just a few feet away. Katie senses that she’s losing them, so she asks a few more questions to wrap it up, and the scouts respond half-heartedly. Hanna actually lays down, putting on her sunglasses as if she’s ready to work on her tan.

“Okay, I think we’re done here,” Katie announces, standing up. “Good work girls, now that we have that out of the way, next time we can actually start practicing swimming for real.”

The girls cheer, even Hanna on her back, and Nicole’s pretty sure she already knows how to swim.

Mrs Greenberg gently touches Katie’s arm. The two exchange a look, and then Katie says, “Mrs Greenberg is going to make us all some strawberry limeade, but she wants a helper.”

This gets all the Scouts’ attention. They stop what they’re doing and turn toward Katie like they heard a dog whistle. This happens at every Scout meeting. One girl gets picked out for one on one time with Katie or one of the moms, for being involved or behaved or most accomplished. All the girls are so eager to get picked, but why? Normally they’re not competitive. Again, Nicole is in the dark.

“So Tammy, who do you think should help? Who was the best participant?”

Mrs Greenberg looks the girls over. For a moment she meets Nicole’s eye, and just kind of lingers in this funny way that makes Nicole’s tummy do a flip. But then Mrs Greenberg gets this kind of disappointed look and moves on, and ultimately says, “Lena.”

With a toss of her dark hair, Lena practically skips to her feet. She steps over to Mrs Greenberg and the pretty mother takes her hand. As they start to stroll to the house, Mrs Greenberg tells them, “Go ahead and dip your feet or use the umbrellas or hammocks or whatever. We’ll be back.”

As they go through the shining French doors, Nicole feels a jab of raw jealousy.

Tender Katie moves her chair into the shade of the pines and fans herself with the handout. Hanna goes over to a tote, gets some suntan lotion out of it, re-positions her cushion. She sits back down and starts to slather it on, making her skin glisten. With her sunglasses on, she looks detached from everyone else, but maybe she just feels at home. Fawn and Cassidy have taken a seat at the pool’s edge with their feet dangling into the water, kind of stirring it with lazy kicks.

Nicole’s just standing there stewing in her own hurt feelings, and feels stupid. She decides what Fawn and Cassidy are doing looks the most fun, so she goes over to join them.

“How is it?” she asks as she kneels down to take off her sneakers and socks.

Fawn grins. “It feels sooo good,” she says shyly, almost like she’s embarrassed to admit it.

“Yeah, on our feet,” Cassidy snarks.

Nicole kicks her shoes into a little pile next to theirs and scoots in next to them. She slips her feet into the cool water, swirling them around. It feels amazing, but so frustrating at the same time. Her body longs to join her feet in there.

Glancing back over her shoulder, she asks quietly, “Is Hanna kinda stuck-up or something?”

Fawn cocks her head and says, “Oh no, she’s nice.”

“She’s twelve now, even though she doesn’t look it,” Cassidy tells her. “Her best friend Lori bumped up into Saplings this year, and now I think she’s just waiting to join her this winter.”

“She likes us well enough though,” Fawn says, “especially Jenny.”

Cassidy snorts with amusement, “Especially Jenny.”

Fawn blushes brightly for some reason and even though she’s smiling she whispers sharply, “Cut it out. Katie said.”

“Katie says a lot of things,” Cassidy quips, dips down and splashes a handful of water at Fawn, causing her to squirm and squeal.

“Hey,” Nicole protests, “you got some on me!”

She splashes back, with poor Fawn caught in the middle. The coltish girl shuts her eyes, draws up her knees, and begins kicking her feet rapidly, causing water to fountain up and drench all three of them as they shriek, giggling.

That gets the attention of both Katie and Hanna. The three girls stop their splashing and wait to see who will speak first.

Turns out it’s Hanna, sitting up on her elbows and facing them, her pubescent body gleaming in the sun. Behind her sunglasses, her expression is kind of inscrutable. Is she amused? Annoyed? Then she says, “Why don’t you get in?”

Fawn immediately ducks her head and shrugs up her shoulders, like a big-eyed turtle. “We don’t know how to swim.”

Hanna tucks her heels under her, stands up. “I’ve been going in since I was three.” She starts toward them, reaching down and hooking her thumbs under the backside of her bikini bottoms, smoothing them. “Katie and I can both watch out for you, it’s okay.”

Fawn asks, “Are you sure?” But she’s looking to Katie.

Their Tender nods. “Just stay in the shallow end, just like at the river.”

Nicole shrinks a little. “But I didn’t bring a suit,” she squeaks.

Hanna, who’s just about to step onto the stairs leading into the pool, pauses with one toe poised above the water and tells her, “You can borrow one of mine, if you want.”

Cassidy stands up and says, “Nah,” and starts to unbutton her vintage scouting dress in a hurry. “It’s just like at the river!”

Fawn squeals, “Cassie!” Katie looks like she’s going to say something, then doesn’t. Hanna just laughs as Cassie finishes with the last button at the hem and shrugs off the dress. It flops right to the tiles and suddenly Nicole’s gawking at Cassidy’s body, which is now clad only in a thin white t-shirt. She barely has time to register the curve of her naked butt and the smooth little mound of her girly parts before the t-shirt is gone too and Cassidy is totally naked.

With a happy whoop Cassidy leaps off the edge and plunges feet-first into the water, splashing the other two girls even worse than before, but they can’t help but laugh. By the time Nicole’s shaken the water off her arms, she glances over at Fawn only to see that she’s untucked her khaki blouse and is eagerly fumbling with the buttons as Cassidy bobs near her feet.

Nicole just stares dumbstruck as Fawn bares her long dancer’s body, the blouse shrugged off, the t-shirt whisked over head, and then she pops to her feet, wiggling out of her explorer shorts and then she’s completely undressed too, no panties just like Cassidy. Nicole’s face feels hot, she can feel her pulse in her neck, this is so crazy, so crazy. She hasn’t ever seen another girl naked, unless you counted her sister Abbey, and even that was years ago when they were both little and took baths together. And now here’s two of her friends totally undressed and she’s actually trembling with… something.

Fawn turns and looks down at poor paralyzed Nicole, her doe-like eyelashes batting her pink cheeks as she blinks her giant blue eyes quickly, excited or nervous or both. She has this gamin grin on her face but doesn’t say anything until these giggles suddenly burst out from her. She touches her bare tummy, her little brown nipples are erect, Nicole sees the crease of her little puss right at her eye level, not even two feet away. The nude girl seems surprised at her herself.

Then she holds her nose, squeezes her eyes shut, and hops into the pool, dunking completely under. When she pops up both she and Cassidy laugh with pure joy.

Slipping over to Nicole’s feet, Fawn wipes the water off her face and says, “It’s so nice, Nicole. Come on.”

The ten year old is totally stymied.

She looks to Katie, still calm in the dappled shade of the pines. Her Tender says, “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

Nicole nods, but she also remembers Katie taking her aside after her first Scout meeting, and telling her that this troop was special. That some of the things they did would seem strange or even scary at first, that sooner or later something unusual would happen, but that if she just trusted them it might turn out that she really enjoyed them. “We all want something good for you, Nicole, so sometimes you’ll just have to believe that, to be with us.”

She wonders if this is one of those moments. Is this the test Katie was talking about? Although Katie sounded really mild and understanding, it still sounded like if she couldn’t be brave, couldn’t trust the troop, she wouldn’t really belong. She’ll go on being left out.

She looks over at Hanna. The blonde in the bikini just shrugs one shoulder and says, “You can still borrow a suit.”

In the water, Cassidy goes “Pfft.”

Grinning, Nicole focuses on the svelte nude girl with the wild hair gliding just below her, who tilts her chin in a kind of carefree way as she gazes back, and then Nicole stands up and starts unbuttoning her explorer top.

Hanna cocks her hip at the pool’s edge. Fawn slides up and hooks her elbows over the edge to watch, this very happy open mouthed smile on her glistening face. Cassidy continues goofing off in the water, but her eyes never leave Nicole for long. Tender Katie just sits back and touches her lip thoughtfully.

Nicole untucks the blouse and wrestles her way out of the rolled-up sleeves, then peels off the t-shirt. As soon as the warm summer sun hits the skin of her half naked torso, what she’s doing seems very real, and very naughty. Her body is at blood-thumping levels of nervousness that she’s never experienced before, knowing they’re all watching, waiting. She fumbles with the skirt’s fastener, but finally gets it and the green pleated skirt flutters to her feet.

They all look strangely at her powder blue panties. She guesses they might seem weird, considering none of the other girls seem to even know what panties are. Hanna actually clucks her throat. Does she not approve? Whatever. With a little ducking motion, Nicole skims them down to her ankles. Standing up straight again in front of all of them is one of the hardest things she’s ever done, but she does it, and wiggles her panties off her ankle.

She looks at all of them, her face brightly flushed, her heart pounding hard enough to shake her whole body. But the grin forming on her lips as she anxiously chews them reveals a powerful truth to her; she likes what’s happening. The big smile Fawn’s looking up at her with, the way Hanna’s gone still and her mouth hangs open a little, Cassidy’s smirking approval as she floats on her back, Katie’s mild stare. She’s the center of all their attention.

She’s brave. She’s pretty. She’s naked. And for the first time, she’s undeniably one of them.

Nicole jumps into the water between Fawn and Cassidy. The cooling shock is wonderful and forces all her happiness to bubble up as spluttering laughter that she can’t control. The other two girls swirl around her, laughing and going, “Yay,” and, “You did it!”

Hanna gracefully descends the steps into the water nearby. Setting her sunglasses on the edge, she shrugs again and says, “Hmm, guess you don’t want one,” and then she dives underwater and the other three watch her as she swims past, staying under all the way until she reaches the edge at the deep end of the pool.

Feeling thoroughly accomplished, Nicole enjoys just pushing through the water for a bit. It doesn’t reek of chlorine like the indoor pools back home; it just smells clean. And it feels so good flowing past her bare body; swimsuits are either too tight or are always going up her crack. Even the way the water swooshes between her legs feels special, and kind of naughty. And now that they’re up to their chests in the pool, bouncing on their toes off the bottom, she doesn’t really feel exposed at all.

It’s fine. And besides, seeing the other girls’ bare chests or hips or butts surface as they move through the water gives her a little thrill. They’re all being a little bad, but as long as they’re all doing it, who cares?

Certainly not Katie, who watches them with a grin, but seems totally okay with what she’s seeing. Nicole only gets a pang when she thinks about how Lena and Mrs Greenberg will react, when they see the girls out here with no clothes on. How long has it been, anyway? Where are they?

But then Hanna swims back and Nicole forgets all about it. The four of them frolic in the water for a while. At first, Fawn shows Hanna how she can doggie-paddle, then the rest of them try and Nicole and Cassidy fail hilariously. Then they all see who can hold their breath the longest, with Tender Katie timing it, and they’re all surprised when Fawn comes up for air a full twenty seconds after Hanna. Fawn blushes when she wins.

Cassidy takes Nicole aside and convinces her to untie Hanna’s bikini top as she swims by. Giggling uncontrollably, Nicole gingerly plucks the bow across her tan back loose as the girl kicks by with her face down in the water. Hanna jerks to the surface and turns, sputtering, but the top’s already washed across her chest and tucked under her armpit, exposing the triangular tan lines around her very pink nipples. Hanna lunges at Nicole, but Cassidy’s slipped under the water, and the blonde twelve year old’s face freezes in a comical look of surprise as her bottoms are deftly untied and snatched away. Cassidy surfaces, pushing away and laughing maniacally, and Hanna gives chase until Cassidy reaches the edge and throws her aqua bottoms halfway across the patio. Hanna pins Cassidy against the side, stares menacingly into the girl’s amused face for a moment, then smiles herself, slips off her soggy bikini top and throws it where it lands with a splat next to the bottoms.

The two playfully dunk each other, Fawn and Nicole cruise over and join in, and soon they’re all splashing and gurgling and laughing and gasping for air.

Nicole draws away from the roughhousing, begging shortness of breath. Hanna takes this seriously, and offers to show her how to float on her back. The other girls help as Nicole tries to relax and balance on her back and just breathe deeply and let the water hold her up. But in the meantime the girls help by holding her up, too. Nicole closes her eyes and can barely hear with her ears underwater, but oh, can she feel. The warmth of the sun shining on her nude chest, tummy and pelvis, the cool water lapping at her flanks, and the gentle touch of the girls’ hands on her freckled shoulder blades, and her bottom, and the backs of her legs. She can feel them gathered around, looking down at her naked body. And the sensation is just blissful.

It’s Cassidy’s turn next, and as Nicole stands next to her head and cups her shoulder blades, she sees the hippie girl’s eyes closed and her mouth open in a silent, endless sigh that must be how she looked herself when they were helping her float. She glances at Hanna and Fawn, and they all exchange slow, naughty smiles.

That’s when Mrs Greenberg and Lena come out of the house, the mother carrying a tray with a big jug of limeade with cut up strawberries floating in it and a bunch of cups. Lena has another tray with a pile of little sandwich slices. Mrs Greenberg’s eyes open big and she pauses with a little ‘O’ of surprise at all the naked girls in her pool.

Lena’s changed into a navy blue one piece swimsuit. Her ponytail’s a little ragged and she has a lot of pink in her cheeks, but she seems so happy and relaxed. The suit looks really cute on her, showing off all her budding girlish curves. But after she sets down her tray, she approaches the pool, goes, “Oh, yeah!” and starts peeling it off. Nicole, Fawn, Cassidy, and Hanna all gather at the edge of the pool and watch her strip, delighting in the way she wriggles her creamy body out of the clinging suit, finally pushing it down her legs and shaking it off. Once she’s naked, she smiles at all her friends as they admire her pretty body, then she charges at them, leaps over their heads, and cannonballs into the pool with a huge splash.

When she comes up, gasping and laughing, they all gather around and playfully wrestle and dunk one another. The water’s shining, the sunlight is turning golden, and it’s all so much breathless fun.

Nicole waits until the other girls are helping Lena float on her back, then she wades over, slips her arm around the girl’s waist and when Lena’s surprised eyes spring open Nicole leans in, murmurs “Hold your breath,” and pushes down on her friend’s tummy.

Pressed together, they both sink into the cool embrace of the water. Lena wriggles, sportingly trying to struggle away, which for some reason makes Nicole hang on tighter. Their bodies slide deliciously together, Nicole feeling the warm soft smoothness of Lena’s flesh as she squirms and wiggles against her. The excitement kind of overwhelms Nicole and she lets go, tingles shimmering though her body and mind. It’s stunning how good it feels to rub against her friend. Lena kicks away.

A few minutes later, fatigue starts to slow the girls down. Lena and Hanna are holding onto the pool’s edge, talking about the diving boards at the public pool in town. Hanna knows how to dive, but they both talk about the high dive in hushed tones, as if it were a boogeyman. Cassidy and Fawn have drifted over to the stairs in the corner together, and are now giving each other the lovey-dovey look. Even though they’re in the shallowest part of the pool, they’re both low in the water, only the tops of their shoulders showing, intense and intimate. Little ripples radiate away from them like they’re moving around a bit, but their heads are completely still, foreheads touching, mouths open slightly, looking into each others’ eyes. She’s curious, but doesn’t want to disturb them; it looks so private.

This leaves Nicole the odd Scout out, again. She’s not even a Scout. She kind of dithers for a minute, not knowing what to do and feeling a little sorry for herself. She decides to look closer at the waterfall that impressed her so much when she first saw it. As Nicole wades over to it, she feels the rush of water swirling all over her skin as it plunges and eddies under the surface. She gets closer, letting it splash and flow against her and kind of enjoying that, too. It’s like being tickled or rubbed by a wild tangle of silky ribbons. Some of the splashing spatters her face and hair like rain, but she doesn’t mind. It’s so good to be naked, she can feel everything.

While she’s savoring the sensations from the waterfall, Lena glides up and gives her a warm, affectionate squeeze from behind. “You’re so much fun,” she gushes quietly, her lips inches from Nicole’s ear.

Nicole grins hugely, her eyes bashfully close. “So are you.”

“I liked that, when you pushed me under and kinda wrestled with me.” Lena’s holding onto her, her body drifting into Nicole’s, conforming to the shape of her backside, sweetly spooning her from behind.

“Yeah, it was fun,” Nicole muses.

“Hmm, we should try it sometime when we’re not in the water,” Lena murmurs, then chuckles and pushes away. Nicole’s left stewing in confusion, but the ripply feeling of the waterfall against her skin soothes her cares away pretty quickly.

A few minutes later, Hanna declares that she’s thirsty and hauls herself out of the pool, puts on her sunglasses, and crosses the patio naked and dripping wet to get a glass of her mom’s limeade. She plunks in a patio chair and drinks deeply, slick and shining with her legs wide open, and Mrs Greenberg doesn’t seem to notice.

Katie gets up, walks past the side of the pool, saying, “I’ll go get you girls some towels,” and then heads into the house. A minute later, Hanna gets up, gathers her swimsuit up off the ground and, with a glance back over her shoulder, she wanders inside, too.

So one by one they all climb out of the water. Cassidy goes a few steps then flops down on a cushion, stretching out on her back and throwing one arm over her eyes.

A minute later Fawn heads over to Mrs Greenberg and asks for a cup of limeade while she adorably tries to cover her private parts. Hanna’s mom only smiles and shakes her head, laughingly telling the girl there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Fawn gets two glasses, then draws a cushion close to Cassidy, sits down cross-legged, and puts one glass next to Cassidy. She watches her friend’s gleaming body breathe as if she were a beloved pet, happily sipping her drink.

Finally, Nicole and Lena come out of the pool together, holding hands. Mrs Greenberg gets pink in the cheeks while she pours them both a limeade. Nicole gets a couple little sandwiches, they have lettuce and cucumber and turkey in them, with a little cream cheese too, then they go and sit on cushions together, nibbling and giggling quietly and just kind of looking at each other.

Nicole’s eyes keep wandering to the places on Lena she can’t normally see, her brownish puffy nipples, the bare curve of her rump, the plump mound between her legs. She gets the feeling Lena’s doing the same to her, and she kind of lets her knee fall open so that Lena can look. It’s so naughty, but right now it’s okay so she does it.

After they finish their sandwiches, they both lay on their backs and just rest, happily enjoying the sun’s heat on their cool, wet skin. They both sigh and chuckle with how good it feels.

Nicole’s luxuriating is suddenly stirred a few minutes later by a shadow falling over her. She blinks her eyes open and there’s Mrs Greenberg, her ginger hair draping down near Nicole’s head and a gentle smile on her lips. Nicole finds herself sleepily grinning up at her.

Mrs Greenberg cups Nicole’s face, softly stroking, and suddenly Nicole’s very aware of how naked she is. Her heart starts thumping, her hips twitch.

“Hi,” Nicole murmurs.

“Hi sweetie.”

“Um,” is all she can dreamily manage.

“Hmm-hm,” Mrs Greenberg laughs softly. “I just thought I should tell you something.”

“What?”

Her pretty face leans even closer, and she whispers, “I wish you were a Scout today. Then I could’ve picked you.”

Mrs Greenberg leans all the way down then, and kisses Nicole on the lips, lingering. Nicole’s eyes drift shut but her senses are electrified, she experiences each second Ð one, two, three, and then with a gentle smack her mouth draws away.

Nicole sighs. She hears a shifting sound to her right and glances over to see Lena on her side, up on one elbow with her head propped on her hand, looking fondly at them both. Mrs Greenberg blushes, smiles, and gets up.

“Tammy’s so rad,” Lena confides.

“Yeah,” Nicole agrees slowly, unaware that her fingertips are running up and down her torso. “You think she’d let me call her Tammy, too?”

“For sure, silly,” Lena giggles, “she likes you. A lot.”

Nicole touches her lips, feels that kiss again. She shakes her head and grins helplessly, wondering what that means or why she’s so excited to hear it.

Katie comes out cradling a stack of towels with Hanna right behind. Hanna’s dry now, and her sunglasses and wet bikini got left behind somewhere, but she’s just as naked and her body’s practically glowing. The two of them hand the towels out to the girls, and they dutifully start rubbing themselves down. They still lounge around with the towels kind of half-heartedly draped over them, chatting and snacking and drinking a surprising amount of the limeade. It’s really good!

Eventually, the sun gets a bit lower and Katie walks into the midst of their visits, saying, “You girls did great today, and I can see you’re all going to be eager little swimmers. I think Hanna might even be able to assist with your lessons. Just remember what you learned today, so that you can always be safe when you swim, okay?”

The girls all murmur their assent.

“Terrific! We all had fun today. And it was Scouting fun, which means it’s just for the girls. Your teammates in the troop, your sisters, and your moms. Scout rules.”

“Scout rules,” they all repeat in chorus. Nicole chimes in a little late.

“Okay, I’ll see you Scouts on Friday.” She looks at Nicole when she says, “And then I’ll see all of you on Sunday. And everyone remember to thank the Greenbergs for letting us use their pool.”

Katie has a word with Mrs Greenberg and then leaves, which signals to the girls that the get-together is coming to an end. The girls wander back over to their respective piles of discarded clothes and get dressed. For Nicole, the scouting uniform that seemed so cool earlier now feels hot and confining. She thinks maybe being naked is the best way to be with the Scouts. She already misses it, her body buzzes a little with frustration.

She’s kneeling, about to put on her socks when Hanna, still gloriously bare with all her little tan lines, looks down on her and says, “You’re wearing it wrong, you know.”

“What do you mean?”

“The uniform.”

Cassidy glances over from tying her shoes nearby. “She’s right.”

“How?”

“The uniform,” Hanna repeats, “There aren’t any panties.”

“You don’t wear panties with the uniform,” Cassidy affirms.

“But -”

“Listen,” Hanna interrupts, “The uniform comes with socks, right?”

“Yeah.”

“It even comes with a t-shirt, and a slip.”

“Yeah.”

“So you’ve got all your underwear. But there’s no panties. There’s not supposed to be panties. You shouldn’t be wearing them when you’re in the uniform.”

“Really?”

“That’s how the whole troop goes,” Cassidy tells her. “Katie pointed it out when she took over, and it’s been like that ever since.”

Nicole looks from one girl to the other, wondering for a second if they’re pulling her leg. They aren’t, and then she gets a little nervous. Then she thinks about before, and how she trusted the troop to be naked in the pool and it turned out so wonderful. So she stands up, rummages under the green pleated skirt until she’s able to hook her thumbs in the waistband and slide them down.

Both girls grin when they see her panties around her ankles.

Hanna says, “I’ll take them. So you won’t be tempted to sneak them back on,” and dips down to take them.

“I wouldn’t!”

“Just in case,” Hanna tucks them behind her back. “I’ll give them back later, if you want.”

“Well… okay.”

Hanna smiles and Nicole goes back to putting on her socks and shoes. Hanna just stands there watching her for a minute, then tells her, “You should come back when you start learning to swim for real. I could help you. Lena, too.”

“Yeah? You think so?”

“Sure,” Hanna replies, then runs a hand through her spiky blonde hair, and kind of twists her nude body shyly. “You could just come back and goof around in the pool, if you wanted.”

“Cool, thanks.”

They say thanks and goodbye to Mrs Greenberg in the kitchen on their way through the house, and she waves and smiles just as winningly as when they arrived, and invites them all to come back anytime. Hanna sidles up to her mom as the rest of the girls head out, and Mrs Greenberg wraps an arm around her naked daughter and gives her a cuddle. They pass back through that hallway, and Nicole’s drawn again to the pictures on the wall, the intricately fantastic scenes with little bits cut out, the ones she doesn’t understand.

“We should come back,” Cassidy says on the driveway, heaving her big bike upright. “That was fun!”

“Yeah,” Nicole agrees heartily.

“We don’t want to take advantage,” Fawn cautions.

“We’ll wait til we get our first swim lesson next week,” Lena declares. “That way, we’ll have a real reason to come over, so we can practice.”

They all say okay and start riding back home. Now that she’s back on the bike, Nicole realizes how tired she’s gotten, playing in the water. But it’s mostly downhill now, and she’s pleasantly distracted by the feel of her puss rubbing the seat with no panties on, and the breeze wafting up her skirt and over her bare backside. That little hum she felt all afternoon at the pool is still there, and when she pictures the naked, frolicking Scouts, and the inexplicable, exciting kiss she got from Mrs Greenberg, it only purrs stronger and more pointedly. It seems to be centered between her legs, which makes her bike ride more plush and sensitive and kind of exciting. But that sensation, and what’s causing it, is yet another mystery to her. She feels as confused as she is happy. Is that normal here?

She seems to be coming up with new puzzles as fast as she solves others. She’s reminded again of the Star Wars scenes with the jagged, blacked-out spaces.

And she thinks, with a kind of leaping realization, the missing piece is me.

Continue on to Chapter 4