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Secrets, Chapter 16

  • Posted on October 31, 2016 at 3:02 pm

By Naughty Mommy

Jae shut her bedroom door. She turned to look at me, dark eyes shining, face alive with excitement. “This is pretty hot, huh? A pair of sisters about to have sex for the first time?”

“Yeah, I guess it is,” I giggled.

I was drunk enough on vodka and on wine — not to mention lust — to feel eagerness and nothing else. No fear, no shame, no creeping doubts. All I wanted was Jae. I stepped toward her, my arms out, but she stopped me.

“Hold on. I want to set the scene first.”

A large flat panel TV was mounted on the wall facing the queen-size bed. Jae placed a DVD in a player, punched some buttons on a remote, and the screen lit up with lesbian porn. It was an orgy scene, half a dozen naked women and girls, some appearing very young, engaging in every imaginable act with each other.

She took a crimson scarf from a drawer which she draped over the lamp by the bed — the only light that was on — giving it a lurid tinge. The drapes were closed, the room now in semi-darkness. From the same drawer, she removed a stick of incense, setting it in a holder and lighting it.

After sorting quickly through her CD collection and finding the one she wanted — the cover said Symphonic Tango — she popped it into a portable stereo. Pressing another button on the remote, Jae muted the sound on the video, then started the CD. Lush, seductive music filled the room.

Jae turned to me again, beaming, obviously proud of the arrangements she’d made. “Now, would you like to dance, my dear?”

My sister was topless, clad only in spike heels and a short leather skirt. Her tanned skin glowed in the dim light. She looked incredibly sexy.

I was still fully dressed — though somewhat rumpled from all our necking downstairs — in my blouse, my bra, silk skirt, and strappy heels. Of course I wasn’t wearing any panties.

Smiling at Jae, I giggled. As drunk as I was, could I manage to dance without falling down? Plus I had absolutely no idea how to do the tango. But I nodded to her, “Yes, I’d like that.”

We didn’t exactly dance, not any recognizable steps at least, but she took me in her arms and we gently swayed together… the sensuous music, the aromatic incense, the images of hot girl-girl sex on the wall screen, and Jae looking deeply into my eyes… it felt like something from a dream, a romantic, erotic, incredibly arousing dream… and then she kissed me. Her lips were soft and moist and warm. I swooned, my head tilting back.

Jae pulled me closer. Her tongue slipped into my mouth. She held me tight, her strong hands stroking my body as we kissed, undulating to the rhythm of the music. I revived enough to grab my sister’s butt, squeezing her cheeks, grinding my crotch against hers. We both moaned, slurping at each other’s mouths and lips.

Pulling slightly away, breathing hard, Jae began to undo the buttons on my blouse, the few that weren’t yet open. I shrugged the garment off my shoulders and it fell away. She reached behind my back, easily unhooking my bra. As it slipped from my breasts, Jae kissed my neck, my throat, my chest, a wave of hot kisses moving downward. She took a nipple into her mouth and sucked.

“Yes!” I gasped, nearly breathless.

I felt a hand reaching under my skirt, between my legs, fingers expertly caressing my sex. I could tell I was soaked.

Jae left my breast. With an arm around my waist, holding firmly, she smiled up at me, taking the hand from under my skirt and bringing it to my lips.

“God, you’re so wet,” she grinned, sliding her fingers into my mouth. I sucked my juices, loving the taste of my own pussy.

Soon we were on the bed. Our shoes were off, along with the rest of our clothes. We were naked. As we rolled together, kissing, groping, grinding, Jae whispered, “I want you to tell me about it.”

“Tell you about what?”

“About Kerie, about licking her pussy. You did it, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, I sure did.”

“And did she lick yours too?”

“Uh-huh, she did. While I, uh, while I sat on her face.”

“That is so fucking hot. Tell me all about it, okay?”

And so I did. I told her how I’d lay on the bed with my daughter, my 8-year-old little girl, and spread her legs, kissing her labia, slipping my tongue into her vagina, sucking her sweet clit, making her come. While I described everything I’d done, Jae and I masturbated one another, lying side by side, looking into each other’s eyes, sometimes kissing.

My sister’s erect clitoris felt huge beneath my fingers, much larger than mine would ever get. I rubbed her there, and slid my hand between her slippery lips as well, dipping inside her cunt. She did the same with me.

I wasn’t close enough yet, but when I reached the part of the story where Kerie came in my mouth, Jae climaxed. It was so exciting to watch, her face in a grimace, eyes squeezed tightly shut, groaning and straining as the orgasm surged through her.

No sooner had she finished than she opened her eyes and said, “Do me, okay? Do me the way you did her.” She turned onto her back, pushing me down between her legs. “Just like — just like you’re my mom, and I’m your little girl. Do me like that. Eat your little girl, Mommy, make me come.”

“All right,” I nodded, and together we fulfilled one of Jae’s favorite fantasies, having our mother lick her pussy.

She opened her legs wide. Her labia were parted, gooey, sticky moisture gleaming within. I took a deep breath, inhaling her scent, then licked my lips and began eating my sister.

Her taste was strong, more earthy than Kerie’s or Tina’s or mine. Salty, tangy, slightly bitter, but oh so delicious. I loved it.

It wasn’t long until she came — not because I’m an expert at pussy licking, but because Jae was so turned on. As I kissed and licked and sucked, she called me Mommy, saying how much she needed me, wanted me. She held my head, pulling me against her, guiding me. Within only a minute or two, she was crying out, coming in my mouth.

A short rest was all she needed. Still panting, trembling, Jae soon pulled me up. “Sit on my face,” she said, “like you did with Kerie.”

“Okay.” I mounted her, spreading my pussy lips apart, just as I’d done with my little girl, showing myself to her.

“Look at Mommy,” I said. “Look at Mommy’s cunt. You want to lick me, baby girl, put your tongue inside me?”

“Oh my god, yes!”

I rode Jae’s tongue, as I’d ridden Kerie’s, and I came explosively. Jae held me tight, not letting me go, and kept licking, eating, sucking until I climaxed a second time.

By then, it was too intense, the sensations so acute I couldn’t take any more. I finished and rolled off her, collapsing onto the bed, both hands clamped between my legs.

She laughed, kissing my cheek, and then waited, letting me recover — but only briefly. After less than a minute, Jae was on top of me again, kissing and grinding.

My sister was ravenous that night. She simply couldn’t get enough of me, of my body, of incestuous sex, and I felt the same. It was so thrilling to be with her, touching and licking each other everywhere, probing, exploring, doing anything we wanted, exploring all our dirtiest fantasies, coming again and again.

Some time later, I don’t know how long it was — two hours, three hours? — we were finally spent, exhausted, drenched with sweat, covered in pussy juice. The DVD had long since concluded, the music CD ended, the incense burned out.

We lay together side by side, panting. It had been an amazing, unforgettable first time for us.

“Thank you,” I whispered. “That was… so great.”

She found my hand and squeezed it. “Yeah, I know. It was.”

Then I thought of something and decided to tell Jae about it. I considered turning onto my side to face her, but my muscles felt too weak, completely worn out. It was all I could do to slowly turn my head.

“Hey, um, you know what?” I began.

“What?”

“I want to tell you kind of a secret.”

“Okay.”

“It’s about, uh, Tina and her mother, Valerie. Something they do.”

“Okay.”

I chuckled. “Having that DVD on tonight, sort of watching it with you, made me think about it. ‘Cause, um, that’s what they do too. They watch porn, lesbian porn, and they masturbate with each other.”

Jae’s eyes had been closed, but now she opened them and turned to me. “Really?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And she told you?”

“Yep, she did.”

“Wow,” she grinned. “Mothers and daughters watching porn and masturbating together… moms having sex with their little girls… it’s a pretty wild world, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, I guess it is.”

We were quiet for a moment or two, but then she said, “Hmm, I wonder.”

“What.”

“You said Kerie was at a sleepover tonight with Melissa, right? At Rose’s house?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded.

“Well, do you think those two got up to anything with each other? Kerie and Melissa?”

I shrugged. “Probably they did. I mean, you heard her tell me about the things they did last weekend at our house. Kind of trying to trib and stuff, although it didn’t really work. I’m sure they played some games like that in bed.”

“Yeah, but I wonder if Kerie might have tried something else with her tonight, something new. You know, like oral sex.”

“Ooh, I don’t know. Maybe.”

Again we paused, both of us thinking. I began picturing my daughter with cute little Melissa, licking the child’s pussy. Soon I felt a stir between my legs. The idea was definitely turning me on. I was still too wiped out to do much about it, but I did clench my thighs, stimulating my clit.

Jae squeezed my hand again. “Let’s get in bed, okay? I’ll turn out the light. It’s awful late.”

“Okay.”

Somehow I managed to push myself up to a sitting position, groaning with the effort, then got shakily to my feet. I helped Jae open the bed, pulling back the covers. She switched off the lamp and we climbed in.

We cuddled, kissing a few times, but soon fell fast asleep.

 

When I finally awoke, sunlight was streaming in the window. Jae wasn’t there, but I smelled coffee. Mmm, it smelled so delicious, so tempting.

I yawned, stretched, then raised my head and looked around for a clock before remembering that Jae didn’t keep one in her room. She always used her smart phone to tell the time and to wake her if she needed an alarm.

Sitting up in bed, I stretched again, feeling rested, content, happy, and… something else. I felt bawdy, wanton, slutty, but in the best possible way. I’d had sex, great sex, amazing sex, so much sex. I’d given, taken, and enjoyed more orgasms than I could count. My pussy certainly was sore enough to prove that. It made me smile.

I looked down at my body. A little too flabby, boobs sagging more than I’d like, cellulite on my thighs and butt, a woman’s body heading quickly toward middle age — and yet capable of doing such wonderful things. All in all, I’d take it.

“Yep,” I said out loud. “I wouldn’t trade my life for anyone’s. Even with these floppy tits. Nice nipples anyway. Kerie likes sucking them. So do Jae, and Tina. And —”

“Who are you talking to?”

It was my sister, standing at the bedroom door, wearing a robe, holding two cups of coffee. I hadn’t heard her come upstairs.

“No one,” I chuckled, “just myself. Congratulating myself on having a woman’s body that loves to fuck.”

“Oh, okay,” she grinned. “That’s a good thing to think about, I guess.”

After handing a mug to me, Jae sat on the side of the bed, sipping from her own.

I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply, reveling in the rich aroma, then taking a sip. It was extremely good coffee, high quality, much more expensive than the kind I would usually buy.

“Wow, this is perfect, just what I needed. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“What time is it?” I asked.

“Almost noon.”

Noon?!! Are you kidding me?”

“No,” she laughed, “I’m not kidding.”

“Why did you let me sleep so late?”

“Well, you were tired. You needed it. I didn’t get up myself until maybe half an hour ago. After all, we were up until almost four in the morning.”

“That late? Were we really?”

“Uh-huh, we were. You’re a woman who loves to fuck, and so am I.”

We both laughed, enjoying our coffee, our company, our sluttiness.

 

Jae and I showered together that day, something else we hadn’t done since we were kids. It was fun, giggling and teasing and playing like little girls, though some of the things we did in there we had never done as children.

Before getting in the shower, I’d used Jae’s cell phone to call Rose. Mine was downstairs somewhere in my purse, where I’d left it. I apologized to Rose, saying I’d be a bit later than planned to pick up my daughter. She said that was fine. They had nothing special going on that afternoon, and there was no hurry.

I considered going home first to change clothes before retrieving Kerie, but finally decided not to bother. So, in my gauzy blouse and swishy skirt and strappy heels (and no panties), I thanked Jae for a nice dinner and a wonderful evening, kissed her goodbye, then jumped in the car.

Rose asked me inside, insisting I take her up on the cup of coffee I’d declined a few weeks earlier, following Melissa’s birthday party. Actually, it was a drink I’d declined then, not coffee — but it was definitely way too early in the day for that. Plus, I’d drunk plenty the night before and was still feeling the effects of it. I rarely drank that much and wasn’t used to it.

At any rate, Rose practically dragged me into her house and led me back to the kitchen where we chatted while she brewed a fresh pot. The little girls, Kerie and Melissa, were outside, playing on the patio. Kerie saw me through the sliding glass door and waved, shouting, “Hi, Mommy,” and I waved back.

Rose’s older daughter Emily was outside too, lying on a towel beside the pool, wearing a teeny-tiny bikini and working on her tan. When she heard Kerie call to me, the 13-year-old raised her head, looking my way. Our eyes met, and I caught an expression from her that I was sure I hadn’t seen before. It seemed to suggest sexual interest. Was that possible, or was I only imagining things?

“I was hoping Jae might come along with you again,” said Rose, interrupting my reverie. “I like seeing her. ‘Course I’ll see her later tonight, we have another date, so it’s not like a big deal or anything.”

“Yeah, uh, she said she had some things to do today. But I’m sure you’ll have a fun time this evening.”

The coffee was ready by then. Rose poured two cups. “You don’t take milk, do you? Or sugar?”

“No, thanks. I take it black… like my men.”

“What?!” she laughed.

I shook my head, grinning. “Never mind. It’s a line from an old movie.”

“Oh, all right. So would you like to sit outside for a bit? It’s a lovely day.”

“Sure, that would be nice.”

We sat in the shade, or at least I did. Rose pulled her chair over a bit to face the sun. I preferred my vantage point. From where I was seated, I could pretend I was looking at my daughter, which I was, but also in my direct line of sight was Emily’s delicious young body in her barely-there bikini.

As I was taking a seat in the patio chair, I reminded myself to be careful and keep my legs together. No need flashing these kids. But then I thought, hmm, maybe I should. After that look I’d received from Emily, it might not be such a bad idea.

Except — had I really seen that look? Or was I only seeing what I wanted to see? My libido had gone so far out of control in the past month or so that I couldn’t trust myself anymore. It seemed to me that nearly every woman and girl I saw was sending signals of lesbian lust. They couldn’t all be that way, could they?

Rose and I chatted about nothing as we sipped our coffee: shopping, clothes, TV shows. Unlike me, she was a talker. I mostly just listened, gazing at Emily, picturing her naked.

Then, what I was hoping might happen did happen. “Emily, honey, you better turn over now,” said Rose. “I don’t want you to burn.”

The girl nodded, shifting from her tummy onto her back. The bikini bottom snugged up into her crotch, clearly displaying her cleft. A classic camel toe. God, it was really turning me on.

I crossed my legs, squeezing my thighs together. Emily reached down to scratch an itch on her belly, just above her mound. Her fingers lingered there a moment as if she might be tempted to slip them inside the thin fabric and touch herself. Again, that was almost certainly my imagination, but who knows? Maybe it wasn’t.

Slowly, I recrossed my legs, taking my time. None of the girls were looking my way, unfortunately, so my attempt at flashing got no results.

Rose chattered on, the little kids played, and Emily adjusted her top. She still had almost no tits, but I could see her erect nipples poking through. I clenched my thighs again, licking my lips, feeling my clit tingle.

Finally I could stand it no longer. Setting my mug on a table, I got up. “Be right back,” I smiled at Rose. “Gotta visit the ladies’.”

“All right. Would you like some more coffee?”

“No, I’m fine, thank you.”

Inside the house, I found the downstairs bathroom. I locked the door and shoved my hand up under my skirt. I didn’t have to pee, but I did need to come. Even after all that sex the night before, and even with a sore pussy, I absolutely had to masturbate.

I leaned against the counter, eyes closed, one hand holding my pussy lips apart, the other rubbing my clit and fucking my cunt. I fantasized that Emily was in there with me, taking off her bathing suit, letting me see her tiny breasts, her puffy nipples, her mound with hair just beginning to grow.

“Yes, yes,” I whispered, feeling an orgasm quickly starting to build.

Less than a minute later, I was ready. I gritted my teeth, willing myself not to cry out as I came. The climax was strong, though not overpowering. The soreness of my vulva did have a dampening effect.

When I finished, I licked my fingers but chose not to wash my hands. It would be nice to be able to sniff the scent of pussy as I gazed at Emily. I straightened my skirt and blouse, checked my face in the mirror. Hm, a bit flushed. With a tissue, I dabbed some sweat away. All right, that’s good enough.

I unlocked the bathroom door and opened it, then froze. Emily was standing just outside.

The petite girl, less than five feet tall, looked up at me, smiling. She held my eyes a moment, then cocked her head adorably. “I have to go too.”

“Okay,” I nodded and stepped out into the hall, turning to watch Emily enter the bathroom, her little butt wagging. Before closing the door she gave me one more look, and this time I was certain I wasn’t seeing things. There was no question in my mind that Emily had an interest in me, a sexual interest. I took a deep breath, then went back outside.

Kerie and I stayed about a half hour longer. Rose drank a second cup of coffee, but I declined any more. I listened to Rose talk, responding occasionally as I ogled Emily on the towel, smelling my fingers and fantasizing.

 

It was almost 2:30 by the time we got home. Kerie wasn’t hungry since she’d had lunch earlier at Rose’s house, but I wanted something to eat. All I’d had so far that day was coffee, along with a single piece of toast at Jae’s. On the other hand, we’d been invited to dinner that evening at the Knights’ and I didn’t want to spoil my appetite.

I finally decided just to have a cup of yogurt, after changing out of my skirt into shorts and a pullover top.

“Know what, Mommy?” said Kerie, as I sat the kitchen table, spooning my blueberry yogurt.

“What, honey?”

“Melissa said I could tell you now. She said it’s okay.”

“Tell me what?”

“The secret, about Emily and her mom. You know.”

“Oh, well… but what would Emily think about that?” I asked.

“She said it’s okay too. They both said so.”

“They did?”

“Uh-huh, last night in Melissa’s room. Emily came in there too, with us. She came in, um, after we were supposed to be asleep except we weren’t. We were just talking, and then Emily came in. She said if we wanted to we could go hear her mom doing that thing in her bedroom where she watches movies and, you know, masturbates.”

“Wow, really?”

“Yeah. So we went out in the hall and we stood by her door for a minute, um, Ms. Beddingdon’s door, I mean. We could hear stuff, but not really that much. Just some sounds. Then we went back in Melissa’s room. Emily came with us.”

“Okay.” I finished my yogurt and set the container down as I wondered where this was going. “Then what happened?”

“Emily talked about the secret. Before, she hadn’t said anything about it to me, but now she did. She knew I already knew. She knew Melissa told me and she wasn’t mad or anything.”

“That’s good, I’m glad she wasn’t mad. So, what is the secret?”

I had to ask, I couldn’t resist. Ethics be damned.

“It’s about kissing, remember? How her mom kisses Emily.”

“She does?”

“Yeah. She goes in Emily’s room at night sometimes and gets in bed with her and they kiss. She says she’s teaching her how. Same as how you showed me, I guess.”

“Wow, that’s… interesting. Rose, uh, Ms. Beddingdon is teaching Emily how to kiss?”

“Uh-huh. Emily said they do it a lot. Not every night, but kind of a lot. She says she likes it.”

“Oh my goodness.”

“And I told Emily you kiss me too like her mom, that you’re teaching me how, using my tongue and stuff. That’s not bad, is it? You said kissing wasn’t bad.”

“Uh, no, kissing isn’t bad,” I answered distractedly. It was obvious now why Emily had been looking at me that afternoon the way she had.

“So Emily enjoys it,” I mused, “when her mother gets in bed with her and kisses her…”

“Uh-huh, she does.”

“Hmm, very nice. Okay, what happened next?”

“Well, I asked her if I could tell you, you know, tell the secret about them kissing, and Emily said I could. She said it was okay. Melissa did too.”

“All right. That’s fine, I suppose.”

“But you know what else, Mommy?”

“What?”

“Emily says she wants to play the game with her mom.”

“You told her about that?” I frowned. “About what we do?”

Kerie shook her head. “Uh-uh, I didn’t. Melissa did.”

I rolled my eyes. Trying to keep secrets among an 8-year-old and a 9-year-old was plainly impossible. Oh well, I could only hope that if and when Rose heard about it, she wouldn’t be too terribly shocked.

“It was after they did it with their teddies,” said Kerie. “That’s when she told her.”

I was confused by what seemed an abrupt change of subject. “She… after they… did what exactly?”

“Emily got a teddy bear from her room and Melissa picked up hers, then they both got on top of ‘em and, you know, rubbed for a minute and got orgasms.”

“They did?!”

“Yeah. I didn’t know they did it together, but they do sometimes, they said. They took off their undies and got on Melissa’s bed on top of the two teddies beside each other. They rubbed and sorta had a race, like seeing who could do it faster.”

“And they — and they came?”

“Uh-huh, they both did, twice.”

“Twice?”

“Yeah,” said Kerie. “After them, I tried it again too, you know, with one of the teddies, but it didn’t really work.”

“Okay…”

“That’s when Melissa told Emily I do that with you, though, and you do it with me. Like on the teddies, except with each other. Then Emily said she wished she could do it with her mom, rub on her like that.”

I nodded, gazing off into space.

My head was flooded with erotic images… Emily and Melissa humping the teddy bears side by side, both girls reaching climax as my daughter watched… Rose in bed with Emily at night, lying on top of her, kissing her wetly… Emily tribbing with her mom, fucking her pussy to pussy… that last one hadn’t occurred yet, of course, but now it seemed as if it might someday.

“And, um, did you kids do anything else before you went to sleep?” I was thinking about the conversation I’d had the night before with my sister, when Jae had speculated about the little girls attempting oral sex. Could that actually have happened as well? I hoped it had!

“No,” said Kerie, “we talked some more, then Emily went back in her room and me and Melissa just got in bed.”

“Did you… do anything new with Melissa?”

“Uh-uh. We tickled some, and I got on top of her and tried the game again for a minute, but it’s not the same as with you. It’s not as good. She doesn’t feel like you do, her pussy. It doesn’t get all warm and gooey and slippery likes yours does. So then I got off her.”

“Okay.”

I smiled to myself as I pondered my daughter’s words, that she loved the way my pussy became so wet when she humped me naked in bed. What would someone think if they heard her saying that? What would Rose think? Would it excite her, or repel her? I knew the effect it had on Jae. It turned her on to hear the things Kerie and I did. And the same with Tina. Would Rose be turned on by it too? Should I tell her and find out?

“Mommy?”

“Yes?”

“Do you wanna play the game now? Cuz I do.”

I looked at my little girl. She was grinning and had a hand between her legs, inside her shorts, playing with herself. I hadn’t seen her do that before. Masturbation was still a work in progress for Kerie, but apparently she was starting to get the hang of it.

“Well, uh, maybe, but…”

After a moment’s hesitation, I decided to tell her the truth. No secrets.

“We can certainly do some things,” I smiled. “I’d love to, but see, the thing is I’m a little sore down there. My pussy. I had sex with Aunt Jae last night, a whole lot of it, and I’m kind of worn out. But I do want to get in bed with you and play. I can lick you, though, okay? And maybe you can lick me. We just have to be careful, because I’m a little bit tender.”

“Okay, Mommy. I’ll be careful, I promise.”

We went to my bedroom and had a wonderful time. I played with Kerie for a while first, really played, tickling and laughing with her as I’d promised myself I would. Then I got down between her legs and licked my daughter, soon bringing her to orgasm.

After that, we kissed for a long time and then I fingered her, rubbing her little clit and teasing at the opening to her vagina. She enjoyed a second climax that way. It was so hot, my hand between her legs, my tongue in her mouth, feeling her little body respond. I never get tired of having sex with her.

By then, however, it was time for us to start getting ready for our dinner at the Knights’.

Continue on to Chapter 17

The Larsson Treatment

  • Posted on October 29, 2016 at 3:41 pm

By Nellie of Sweden

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in February 2010 }

Back in 1997 I worked for a worldwide company in Sweden, and in the early summer my boss told me he wanted me to attend the annual company convention in Helsinki. My employer would gladly have paid for a plane ticket, but I’m a little afraid of flying so I decided to make it a combination of business and pleasure. I took a few extra days off for shopping and sightseeing and mostly to get the extra time to travel by boat from Stockholm.

While waiting in line to board the ferryboat I noticed a young mother some distance in front of me. She had two princess-like daughters who looked about 10 and 7. All three of them were wearing similar dresses and had blond curly hair. Just seeing them got my imagination going, and I had to tell myself no a lot of times.

Suddenly the little one turned around and looked straight at me. When she saw I was watching her, she gave me a pretty smile and I of course smiled back. Then she looked up at her mother and said something, and the woman turned her head and looked at me too.

Aboard the MS Cinderella I soon found my cabin and settled in. I took the small champagne bottle from the minibar and poured myself a glass. For a while I just sat there enjoying my champagne and the fantastic view passing through Stockholm’s wonderful archipelago. My thoughts wandered away and I remembered the little smiling princess from earlier. I imagined her on the bed in my cabin slowly taking her clothes off, caressing her sweet little hairless pussy and calling me Mummy when asking me to make love to her.

But dreams are just dreams and my stomach reminded me there is a reality too. I was starving, so I put my makeup on and a nice dress and went out to find the dining room. A nice old fashioned Scandinavian smorgasbord was just what I needed right then.

After I had taken my first tour around the gigantic smorgasbord and filled my plate with lots of delicious food, the “pretty three” (as I called them in my mind) appeared. They were shown to the table next to mine and it pleased me a lot getting such a nice view during my dinner.

The mother had her back at me and the older girl sat on the side of the table that I couldn’t see. But the youngest girl was sitting right in front of me and I had to control myself not to be too obvious.

When I’d had enough of the salmon, shrimp, herring, and everything else I got myself a cup of black coffee and leaned back in my comfortable chair resting my eyes on the little minx a few meters from me.

Suddenly she gave me a conspiring smile and this time I didn’t look away. As in a trance I watched her smiling and sticking out the tip of her tongue looking a little naughty. I almost didn’t believe my own eyes when I saw her slowly pulling her dress up showing me her lovely thighs. I couldn’t help myself from staring, and the little girl smiled even wider as she slowly she parted her legs.

She spread them slowly, bit by bit until I saw that she wasn’t wearing any panties. I blushed like a schoolgirl and turned to look at her face again. She put a finger across her lips to tell me that this was our secret, hers and mine, and I smiled and nodded my head.

Then they all went to the table of desserts to get ice cream and stuff and when they came back the girls switched places so the older girl was in my sight. I looked at her and she noticed a couple of times. But she didn’t smile or do any of the things her baby sister had done. Instead she leaned towards her mother and said something. All three of them talked for a while, and then the mother got up and came over to my table.

“Is there a problem?” she said. “My daughter says you’re staring at her! Why?”

I was so embarrassed I could have died and I felt my face turning deeply red. I stuttered, almost couldn’t talk at all.

“Oh, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to… I wasn’t…”

The young pretty lady suddenly smiled and sat down. She put her hand on mine and looked straight into my eyes.

“Sorry if I scared you,” she said in a much softer tone of voice. “But Evelina is a bit shy sometimes to strangers. Not at all like her little sister Elin — she can’t even spell the word shy.”

“No… I noticed,” I said, quite relieved that she wasn’t mad at me.

“I’m Annika,” she said. “And we’re in cabin 589 if you’d care to visit us later. And…. I didn’t catch your name…”

“I’m Nellie,” I said. “And I think you have a lovely pair of daughters! I envy you, to tell you the truth.”

“So… you don’t have kids?”

“No, I don’t! But I really love children!”

Annika smiled. “Yeah, I’ve noticed! Especially girls, huh?”

I blushed again and before I had the time to answer she got up to return to her girls. But first she smiled and squeezed my hand.

“589,” she said. “Don’t forget!”

Forget? How could I forget THAT?

Annika and her daughters soon left the restaurant and I sat there alone for a while before returning to my cabin.

Going there, I passed 589. Actually it was rather close and just seeing the magic number made my heart beat faster and harder. I heard laughter and giggling from inside and decided that I would go there as soon as I had calmed down a little and made sort of a plan on how to act when I got there. I had to get my hopes down because I realized that I could have misunderstood the things Annika had said.

I took a quick shower to rinse the sweat off my body. In case something really would happen, I wanted to smell nice.

Less than an hour later I knocked on the door with the number 589 and Annika opened. Her hair was wet and she was wearing a robe. She had showered too.

So had the girls. They were in their pj’s on the big double bed. Evelina’s were light purple colored and Elin’s were girlish pink with a rabbit on her tummy

Their cabin was much bigger than mine, a so called luxury cabin. I sat down in a little sofa by the window and Annika gave me a drink. Elin smiled at me and came toward me in her pretty little pj’s.

“Hi, I’m Elin,” she said. “What’s your name?”

“My name is Cornelia,” I said. “But everybody calls me Nellie.”

“Are you gonna play with us tonight?” she said. “Mummy sometimes invites nice ladies to play with her and us.”

“Well… I don’t know…” I stuttered, surprised over her bluntness.

“Elin, take it easy,” Annika said. “Give Nellie some peace and quiet!”

Elin looked at her mother.

“But Mummy… she likes me! I know she does. I saw it at the restaurant. Didn’t I, Aunt Nellie? Didn’t you smile when I showed you my… you know…”

“Oh, Elin,” Annika said. “You didn’t do THAT again, did you? How many times do I have to tell you not to show your privates to strangers? It might be dangerous, you know! Not everybody is nice!”

“Aunt Nellie is,” Elin said with a big smile. “Aren’t you, Aunt Nellie?”

“Well… I sure try to be,” I said.

Annika sat down beside me and gave me a new drink. She turned to look at me and started talking slowly.

“Elin noticed you watching her, so I let them switch places just to check you out. I’m sorry we fooled you a little there but I have to be sure about people before I let them come close to us. Evelina also saw you watching her and she didn’t mind at all. I only said that to see how you would react. It usually takes me a few minutes to find out the character of the person I’m speaking to. But with you it was a little different! I was almost sure you were like me even before talking to you. Sometimes you just know!”

I slowly nodded my head and smiled at Annika. “Yes! I couldn’t agree more! It’s hard to explain, but sometimes you just know.”

Annika smiled and put her arm around me. Evelina looked at us from the bed and smiled. Elin started to jump up and down in front of us.

“Kiss her, Mummy! Kiss her lips! She wants you too, I can tell! Right, Aunt Nellie?”

I couldn’t help laughing, but Annika looked into my eyes and smiled.

“Do you?” she whispered.

I didn’t say anything. I just put my arm around Annika’s neck and parted my lips a little. She smiled again and then she pressed her soft lips against mine and her tongue into my open mouth.

Little Elin went absolutely crazy. Jumping up and down, dancing and singing.

“They’re kissing, they’re kissing,” she sang and I saw Evelina looking a little embarrassed over her sister’s behavior.

Annika put her hand on my left breast and kissed me once more. She opened two buttons on my blouse and her hand came inside caressing me through the lace bra. Little Elin started to climb up on us and wanted to take part in the making out.

“Move away a little, Mummy,” she said impatiently. “I want to kiss her too.”

Annika laughed a little.

“Hey there, you little brat,” she said. “Are you sure Nellie wants to? Maybe I was wrong about her. Maybe she only likes grown women and not little brats like you.”

Elin looked a little offended but then she looked at me. “You’re never wrong about those things,” she said and then turned to me. “Can I, Aunt Nellie?” she said. “Would you kiss me too?”

I smiled at the little angel-faced darling sitting on my lap. “I would be happy to,” I said. “But on one condition!”

“What?”

“Please stop calling me Aunt! Just say Nellie, please!”

Elin smiled and nodded her head yes. Annika caressed her hair gently pushing her closer to me.

“Come on, baby,” she whispered. “Show Nellie what a great kisser you are.”

And she was! She sure was! Our tongues danced around for what felt like an eternity. In my mouth and in Elin’s. My nipples were rock hard and between my legs there was an ocean of pussy juices. I couldn’t help moaning a little. The little girl made me hotter than I’d ever been and I sighed happily when I felt a little hand coming inside my blouse and down inside my bra.

“Elin… not so fast,” Annika said.

I assured her it was completely OK with me and Annika smiled again.

“It’s OK for you to touch her too,” she said. “Isn’t it Elin?”

“Yes, Mummy!”

We continued kissing and I gently stroked Elin’s back and took her firm little butt in my hands and squeezed it. She moaned a little and whispered in my ear.

“Inside, please! Put your hands inside!”

Holding my breath from excitement I let my hands slip down Elin’s pajama bottoms. Her legs were already spread wide apart since she was sitting across my legs.

My fingertips could feel the softness of Elin’s puffy pussy lips and the moisture in the little slit between them.

“Yessss,” the little girl moaned when I gently tickled her hard little clit. “Oh, I love that! Please don’t stop, Aunt…. Sorry, I mean Nellie!”

One of Annika’s hands joined mine in Elin’s pajama pants and she caressed my hand.

“Give her a finger,” she whispered. “She loves to be finger fucked in both holes. But only one to start with… after all, she’s only seven!”

“No, I’m almost eight,” Elin said in the same offended tone that she used earlier. “I’m a big girl!”

“Yes, you are,” I said. “A big lovely little girl and I really love your body!”

I kissed her again and then I heard a little sound from the bed. Evelina! I had totally forgotten about her. She had taken her pj’s off and now was wearing only a pair of silk panties. Her hand was inside them, masturbating, and her face was red.

“Mummy,” she said. “Can’t you let Elin play with Nellie herself? I’m lonely here…”

Annika got up and went over to the bed. She opened her robe and let it fall to the floor. Naked she went to bed with her oldest daughter.

“Please forgive me, my darling Evie,” Annika said. “Let Mummy make it up to you! I’m so sorry!”

She took Evelina in her arms and they started kissing. I watched them over Elin’s tiny shoulder as I slowly pushed my smallest finger inside her tight little child vagina. Elin moaned out loud as my finger gently penetrated her little love canal. I finger-fucked her for a while and then switched fingers so she had my index finger in her little cunt and the next one in her asshole. My other hand concentrated on her clitoris which was swollen and hard. Elin was completely wild from excitement and I could feel she was getting close to orgasm. I fucked her a little harder and whispered in her ear. “Yeah, baby! That’s it! Come for me, baby! Let yourself go!”

Elin screamed out loud when she reached her climax and I had to hold my mouth over hers so people wouldn’t hear us in the neighbor cabins. Afterwards she just collapsed in my arms and couldn’t speak or move for minutes. Then she gave me a soft kiss and hugged my neck.

“I liked that,” she said. “You are just as good as Mummy! Most women aren’t, you know. Some are too careful to really make me cum and some others are too rough. Like… almost raping me, you know?”

I laughed and gave her a quick kiss on the tip of her nose.

“Thank you, baby,” I said. “I think I know what little girls like you want and like because I’ve been one myself!”

Elin looked confused.

“Yeah, but… hasn’t everybody? Grownups, I mean?”

“Yes, every woman has been a little girl, but not all of them have experienced sex when they were seven or eight like you and me!”

I told her of how I was seduced by my beloved cousin Erica when I was just her age. Then I looked up again to see what went on in the bed. Annika had taken Evelina’s silk panties off so they were both naked, Evelina on her back with her legs wide open and Annika’s hand caressing her soaking wet pussy. I could see a little puffiness under her pink nipples. She was about to start growing breasts of her own. But her pussy was still sweet and hairless just as I like them best. Annika removed her hand from Evelina’s pussy and started to suck her own fingers, one by one, making mmmm-sounds.

“Eat me, Mummy! Please eat my pussy, Evelina whispered. I’m so wet and hot from watching Elin being fucked by Nellie.”

I got up from the sofa and came towards the bed. I looked at Evelina with a smile.

“Would it be OK if… if I did it instead of Mummy,” I asked.

Evelina blushed slightly and giggled a little. “Yeah… I guess,” she said.

“Hold on a little,” Annika said. “Somebody isn’t naked yet! Girls, let’s undress her!”

She and Evelina got up from the bed and Evelina came into my open arms and I kissed her. She was also a fantastic kisser, just like her sister and her mother.

Hands were all over my body and my clothes almost flew away, item by item. Annika pushed her daughters aside for a bit and came to kiss me herself.

“I hope you don’t regret coming here,” she said.

“You know I don’t! You’re wonderful, all three of you!”

“Thank you! Now it’s your turn to try what we call ‘The Larsson Treatment.’”

A little hand came down my panties just as she spoke. It was Elin who wanted to feel my pussy.

“Mummy,” she yelled, “Nellie hasn’t any hair at all!”

Annika smiled and looked at me. I realized she wanted me to ask about ‘The Larsson Treatment’ so I did, and she smiled even wider.

“Get on your back and spread those legs and the Larsson girls will show you. And if you want something to eat… well, today we have eleven-year-old girl pussy! How does that sound?”

My knees were trembling and I was glad to lie down. As soon as my head had landed on the pillow Evelina came and put one knee on each side of my head and her lovely pussy just over my mouth. I started licking and sucking and at the same time Annika and little Elin started to kiss my tits and Annika’s hand caressed my soaking wet pussy with one hand. Mother and daughter kissed their way down my body licking my stomach and inner thighs. They were talking to each other all the time, telling each other what they felt about my body and what they were going to do to me next.

Soon they were both between my legs taking turns licking my pussy and fingering me in both holes. Now and then they stopped and I both felt and heard them kissing each other down there while I ate the marvellous pussy of 11-year-old Evelina, making her orgasm again and again.

At last Evelina fell off me and collapsed beside me, just like I did myself the first time I sat on somebody’s face. I held her in my arms and we kissed and cuddled. Her mother and sister had turned to making love to each other instead of to me and Annika tried to do a 69 with Elin. But the difference in height between them made that position impossible, so she just threw Elin on her back and ate her out.

After a while we all rested on the king-sized bed, Annika to the right and Elin beside her. Next to Elin it was me and Evelina at the left side of the bed.

“Well, Nellie,” Annika said. “What are you going to do in Helsinki? Or will you go back directly on the same boat?”

“I’m going to a company convention,” I said.

“OK… sounds fun,” she said with a laugh. “We’re going to a hotel outside town. Just for having fun! We’ll stay for three days and then go back home. I would really love it if you would come with us! I bet there will be other conventions! But maybe you prefer conventions instead of … The Larsson Treatment!?”

We all giggled like crazy, and at that moment I decided that even if it would cost me my job I was going with them.

We fell asleep soon after that and when we awoke the next morning we were getting close to Helsinki. We had breakfast together and then I want out on deck and opened my purse to find my cell phone.

“Martinsson,” came a voice at the other end.

“Hi Gustav, it’s me, Nellie! I’m almost in Helsinki now, but I’m afraid I won’t be attending the convention today. I’ve had some stomach problems and almost haven’t slept.”

“Well, of course you must take care of your health first of all! I do hope it’s nothing serious!”

“No… it’s probably just something I ate! But I think I’ve found a treatment that might work! The Larsson treatment!”

THE END

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 55

  • Posted on October 27, 2016 at 5:16 pm

Talk About Your Extroverts!

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

As I joined my little lover on her bed, a sexy, naked Ms. Hartley sat in the padded egg chair to watch me having sex with her daughter.

I kissed Erin, snaking my tongue into her waiting mouth. She was much further along to her orgasm than I was, having been masturbating by pressing her mound against the nose of her teddy bear when her mother and I entered just a moment ago. Judging from her exertions that I’d witnessed, she had been less than a minute from her climax. The fact her mother was now watching us had almost certainly pushed her closer.

She was moving her hips in an effort to make contact with my leg. I understood her need to come, but I wanted to prolong this a bit more before she came for what I assumed was the first time that day.

“Shhh,” I gently urged. “Slow down a bit and let me catch up, okay?” She looked at me with lust-glazed eyes. Her breathing was already quickened by desire as she smiled.

“Sorry,” she said.

“It’s okay. Let’s just take it slow. Believe me, the orgasm will be better because we slowed down some,” I told her.

She swallowed and I gave her a tender kiss on her naturally red lips. She hugged me and I could feel the sexual tension trembling within her. She was so on the edge I probably could have touched her clit and she would be coming.

As she disengaged from the hug, she glanced over at her mother.

“Pretend she’s not here,” I said. “Focus on giving me pleasure. That’s how we both will enjoy this the most.”

I had spoken to her before about receiving pleasure by giving it to a partner. “The best orgasms come from having made sure your lover gets the most enjoyment out of what you do to her,” I had said.

I lay back and allowed her to make love to me. This would allow me to catch up to her in the search for another orgasm as well as allow her own body to calm down a bit, causing what was a near boil to regress to a simmer.

She moved to my neck and kissed the soft area beneath my ear lobe, an area she knew to be one of my most sensitive erogenous zones. Then she moved down, kissing my neck until she arrived at my chest. She kissed the fleshy globe of my left breast, avoiding the nipple for now, moving around my tit and softly chewing and kissing it.

Finally, she kissed the nipple before sucking it into her talented mouth, but only for a few maddening seconds. Then she switched to my right breast. I heard a sigh from the chair but tried to ignore it.

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Good Lord! I can’t believe I’m watching this. I should be stopping it, but I can’t. They look so beautiful together. And Erin looks so… happy. Cheryl was right that the way I was raised is wrong. I hope she’s right about this. If she is the result of being raised to enjoy the natural tendency to enjoy these feelings, then maybe she is right. Oh, my, Erin is such a good lover. At the ripe-old-age of eleven she knows to listen to her lover’s responses. Look how she only sucked Cheryl’s nipple for a moment before moving to the other breast. Damn if she doesn’t already understand how much that improves lovemaking. I was telling Cheryl the truth, though. I’m not lesbian, but I don’t think I’ll be zapping those scenes in movies anymore. This is beautiful. Erotic. Stimulating. And it’s loving. I used to think sex with another girl was just a step above masturbating. Two girls just wanting to get off and using the other to do so. Now I see I was wrong. This is just as much about love as sex between a man and a woman. I still have no desire to have sex with a woman, but damn, this is hot to watch! I suppose I could touch myself. They probably won’t even notice. And who cares if they do? Cheryl was right. Masturbation is not a dirty word. Funny it took a teenager to make me see that. 

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Erin moved to my other tit and began giving the soft flesh a tongue bath, again avoiding the nipple. I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye and couldn’t help looking at Ms. Hartley. I smiled as I saw her hand moving gently at her slit, tenderly rubbing the sensitive flesh. I hoped she would continue masturbating until she had an orgasm.

Erin’s mouth at my nipple pulled me back from thinking about her mother. I had been aware of the aching need for her mouth to land on that small berry of flesh. I nearly gasped at the contact.

Erin then moved to my left boob again. This time she was quicker to move to my nipple after enjoying the rising swell of my tit, and she stayed there for nearly a minute. The little game of stimulation continued as she switched again and did the same to my right breast.

She began to move down my body. I felt her nipple graze my slit as she gradually kissed her way toward my navel, which she loved to tongue-fuck. When she finally got to that indentation on my tummy, she giggled slightly and began pushing the tip of her tongue into me there.

Hearing another gasp, I looked at Ms. Hartley. Her eyes were glued to Erin’s butt, which was now up in the air and pointed directly at her. I imagined what she was seeing. That small, cute butt swaying gently from side to side, with her twin labia, bare of hair for the most part, nestled between her upper thighs, the slit a vertical invitation.

I was wondering if Erin had positioned herself that way on purpose, aiming her butt directly at her mom, when she wagged her ass a bit, purposely drawing attention to it and proving that she had indeed positioned herself intentionally. Either that, or she had realized her butt was aimed where it was and she decided to wiggle her hips to emphasize her position.

Erin continued her tantalizing journey, and soon her head was positioned so that the next move would involve performing what was properly called cunnilingus. She looked up at me and grinned before sticking her soft tongue out and giving my pussy a quick swipe, which caused a shiver to run through me like an electric current.

Glancing again at Ms. Hartley, I saw her other hand was now involved. She was pinching one nipple and continuing to stare at the upraised butt that was pointing at her. Her eyes looked exactly the same as Erin’s had when I’d noticed the lust in them.

Ms. Hartley’s gaze shifted to my eyes and she blushed, pulling her hands slowly away from her flesh. I gave her a quick shake of the head, my brow frowning, indicating she should not stop.

Swallowing, she hesitated before returning to what she’d been doing. Now, we were looking directly at each other. I grinned and she gave me a shy smile. I returned my gaze to the cherub between my thighs.

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I can’t believe this is happening. That cute, little butt is so beautiful. And those soft lips beneath look so sexy. I can’t believe those are the same butt cheeks I held when she was small and I would carry her wherever we were going, her legs wrapped around my ribs or stomach as my hand cupped that little handful of flesh. It’s… oh, my God, Cheryl’s looking at me, at what I’m doing. Does she think I’m doing more than remembering Erin as a small child? Does she think my stares are more about lust than love? ‘Stop that!’ My mother’s voice from years ago is again commanding me. Yes, I need to stop touching myself like this. It’s… but Cheryl is shaking her head ‘no’ and frowning. God this is so hard! I need to continue, though. I need to break that habit of listening to my mother, who was so wrong to make me feel guilty that I was normal. Good, Cheryl’s not looking at me anymore, but I’m glad she did. I shouldn’t deny myself this pleasure that hurts nobody. 

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Erin was now licking my slit, lapping up my honey. Each time that delightful muscle slid across my clit, I felt a tiny jolt of pleasure.

It was time to start pleasuring Erin. One the one hand I was sad I would be taking the lovely view from Ms. Hartley, but I really needed to get my lips on those same labia and butt that had the woman mesmerized.

I tapped Erin on the head and signaled for her to move her body across mine so I could lick that delightful pussy. It was telling that I clearly saw there was a moment of hesitation as she realized her mother would no longer be able to stare at her most private flesh, but that lasted only a second.

She shifted around, placing one knee on each side of my head and lowering her pubes to my watering mouth. I started by licking that place where the labia join the thigh, concentrating the pressure on the outer lips, knowing that the clit would still receive the pleasure of the pressure, but indirectly.

As I did this, Erin’s mouth went into a sort of hyper-drive, assaulting my clit by concentrating her lips and tongue on that tiny button of bliss. I felt the jolts of pleasure begin pulsing in my pussy when she did this.

I was approaching my orgasm, and I knew it was time to put direct pressure on Erin’s clit. I wanted us to come together, or as near to simultaneously as I could get. I was not sure how close Erin was now, but I did everything I could to bring her to climax because my own peak was approaching very quickly.

I needn’t have worried, though. I had only been tonguing and licking her clit for about ten seconds when she began to come. Her moans of intense pleasure filled her bedroom and the resulting vibrations of her lips brought me up to and over the edge.

Our bodies heaved and jerked and trembled as we came. Somewhere I could hear another sound of moaning, and for a second I wondered who it was before remembering that we were not alone. Ms. Hartley had come as well, and that made me extremely happy.

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Oh my. They’re going to sixty-nine. Now I can see what Erin is doing to Cheryl. Oh. She has two hands spreading Cheryl’s cunt and is flicking the girl’s clit with her tongue. She’s looking at me now. Just keep going. I guess it’s time she saw me enjoying myself sexually. She’s making sure I see her tongue on Cheryl’s pussy. Now she’s moved her head so I can’t see anymore. That’s okay. I know what is happening there. Erin is starting to come! Oh, my, so is Cheryl. They’re coming! Get there, get there, get there… YES! Oh, fuck fuck fuck fuck! Aaaaahh!! Yes.

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Sitting up a bit, I pulled on Erin’s arm to bring her to me so we could kiss. When I did that, I saw Ms. Hartley sitting with her head back, perspiration glistening on her cheeks and forehead. Her hands were now relaxed near the areas she had just moments before been massaging and squeezing to induce the pleasures that had led to her orgasm.

Then I realized that the massaging and squeezing weren’t the only things to lead her to an orgasm, a pretty good one it seemed. Her daughter and I had been a major part of that pleasure, just as she was a major part of ours.

Erin was now lying beside me, thanking me with small lovers’ kisses, just as I was thanking her. She looked over at her mother, whose naked body was now sprawled in the egg chair, post-orgasmic bliss painting her features.

“Thank you, Mommy,” Erin said, and I was mildly surprised that she was crying softly. “I love you.”

Her mother looked at her and smiled. “I love you, too, sweetie. Are you happy?”

“Very,” Erin answered. Then the girl asked the question I knew she needed to have answered once and for all. “Mommy?”

“Hmm?”

“Did you want to join us?”

Ms. Hartley hesitated. I knew the hesitation wasn’t about deciding what the answer was so much as it involved choosing how to answer.

“Only in the way I did. I enjoyed watching you, and yes it turned me on to see that, but the only thing I wanted to do was….” She paused before continuing, and I realized she was forcing herself to say the dreaded word. “The only thing I wanted to do was masturbate.”

I felt Erin’s chest rise and fall in a deep sigh. I felt bad for her. She had obviously hoped this would lead to her finally having sex with her mom, but it was not to be. Her crying grew from gentle weeping to full-on crying at this news.

Ms. Hartley managed to stand and come over to the bed and sit beside us. Bless her, she didn’t chastise Erin for her obvious desire to make love with her own mother. Instead, she tried to soothe her.

“Baby, I’m sorry I don’t want to make love with you. I really loved watching the two of you. More than I thought I would in fact. And I’d like to do it again some day. But while I enjoy watching the two of you and enjoying seeing you grow up in this way, I don’t want to actually have sex with another girl or woman. It’s sexy and erotic, but I don’t want to participate more than what I did.”

“But I love you and want to make love to you,” she protested.

“Honey, there will be a lot of people you love that you won’t want to make love to.”

“But I want to make love to you.”

“I know, sweetheart, but you need to understand that if we did, I would be doing something I don’t want to do. If you want me to watch you or you want to watch me, that will be fine. We can watch TV and masturbate together now if you like. But I can’t make love with you.”

“But Cheryl makes love with her mom, and they like it!” Erin said, and I thought, uh-oh, the bad cat is out of the bag.

Ms. Hartley looked at me, blinking as seconds stretched into what felt like hours. “You do?” she asked, disbelief apparent in her voice.

I swallowed. “I wasn’t planning on telling you that, but somebody let the cat out of the bag,” I said, glaring at Erin.

“I’m sorry,” she squeaked. “I didn’t mean to, it just slipped out.”

Ms. Hartley sat there, staring down at the bed. She was looking in the direction of Erin’s and my pussies, but I didn’t think she was actually seeing them. She was deep in thought.

Looking into my eyes, she said, “Do you both enjoy that?”

“My mom and me?” I asked.

She nodded.

“Yes. I know my mom loves it and so do I. We’ve been doing it together for years.”

“How many years?”

That I didn’t want her to know. If I’d told her I was only six, she might freak. “Enough,” was all I said.

“Then your mom’s a pedophile,” she said.

“Well, not a predatory one. I am too, in fact. But there’s a difference between a predatory pedophile and a person who enjoys sex with people who are considered under age who want the sex as much as the adult. I was just like Erin is right now. The difference is that my mom was wanting it, too.”

“So what you’re saying is that your mother has never had sex with a child who didn’t want it as much as she did?”

“Yes.” I said it emphatically, wanting to make sure she understood that if the child didn’t want the sex, she would never even make a move on that person.

“That just seems so strange to me. I never considered that a child might want to have sex with an adult.”

“It happens all the time, believe me. I’ve had sex with one of my former teachers, not to mention the mothers of girls I’ve had sex with.”

“Really?” I could see she was trying to wrap her mind around this revelation. “I thought a teacher would lose her job if she had sex with a student.”

“She would, but I’m not going to tell. I wanted it as much as she did. It was not a seduction on her part. In fact, if anyone seduced someone, I seduced her. So if anyone caught us, I was the guilty party, not her. Then if that was so, why would I tell?”

“Who was the teacher?”

“You have to swear you won’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t. I’m just curious. I don’t want to see someone lose her job or even go to jail. I mean, I could lose mine just from what happened today. I would certainly lose custody of my daughter if someone found out and told the authorities.”

“Okay. You remember Danni, my aunt’s lover?”

“She was your teacher?”

“Yes. My seventh grade English teacher. That’s how she met my aunt.”

“Is this really as common as you say?”

“I don’t know about others, but I can say if I’m any indication, it’s rampant.”

“God. How is it I’m learning about life from a fifteen-year-old? I should be the one teaching you about the facts of life, not the other way around.”

“Maybe it’s because I’ve accepted those facts of life instead of wanting to pretend they never happened, or were rare at least.”

“And you’re sure you are fine with what happened between yourself and all the adults you’ve had sex with?”

“Totally. I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

“Does this mean you’ll make love with me?” Erin piped in, joining our conversation.

Her mother looked at her with love, but no longing. “No, baby. It just means I’m more willing to accept others for who they are, that’s all. And the good part is that includes you. I’m sorry, sweetie. Masturbating together is as far as it will ever go. But you can continue to have sex with Cheryl and her sister if that’s what you want.” Ms. Hartley looked at me and smiled, blushing. “You can even have sex with Cheryl’s mom and her teacher if you want, as long as it’s your decision.”

Erin heaved another big sigh, but this one sounded more like relief. “Oh, good! That way you can’t be mad at me for what happened at the sleepover.”

Ms. Hartley looked at me with shock on her face. It wasn’t angry shock, just tremendous surprise. “What?” she said, incredulity coloring her face.

I just laughed and, pressing my lips together in a line, shrugged my shoulders. “Hey, Erin wanted it. A lot.”

This time Ms. Hartley sighed in resignation. “What am I going to do with you?” she asked, looking at Erin.

“Watch Cheryl’s mom and me together?” Erin asked, shrugging with her eyebrows raised questioningly.

*******

The next morning when I arrived, Erin was already naked, and Ms. Hartley was completing her last-minute preparations for going to work. She had missed the entire morning yesterday and said she had some catching up to do. Although I knew Erin’s mother was now fully aware of what we did when she wasn’t home, it was still odd to come in and find the girl sitting at the dining table naked and eating Cheerios.

As I walked into the dining room, Erin said, “What’re you waiting for? Get naked!” She was as happy as I’d seen her in a while.

I looked over at Ms. Hartley and she said, “Go ahead. There’s no longer any reason to wait until I’m gone.”

She had a point. Doing my best to adjust to the new situation, I removed my sandals, pulled my t-shirt off, and shucked my shorts and panties. I hadn’t worn a bra.

By the time Ms. Hartley walked into the dining room to say good-bye, Erin was already sucking one of my nipples and had a finger inside my pussy.

She stood there for a moment, shaking her head. “You two… honestly. Erin, can’t you wait until I’ve at least walked out the door?” she said, easily guessing who had the idea to get started early.

Erin stopped what she was doing and grinned at her mom. “Does it make you wanna play hooky from work to watch us?”

Ms. Hartley looked from Erin to me and back to Erin. “As a matter of fact, yes, it does. So I am going to have to implement a new rule: No messing around with each other until I’m out the door. Okay?”

Erin giggled. “Ooooo-kaaaay.”

Ms. Hartley went to Erin and kissed her on the lips, but it was still just a motherly kiss. The odd part was she did the same to me. I stood there, dumbfounded, as she walked out the door, waving to us. “Toodles!” she said, and the door closed behind her. The kiss hadn’t been anything more than what I would expect from some old aunt or something, but she’d never kissed me at all before.

“Wow!” Erin said. “She kissed you on the lips! Do you think–”

“No, I don’t.”

“You don’t even know what I was gonna say,” she said.

“Yes, I do. You were going to ask if I thought maybe she has decided she does want to have sex with me after all.”

“Okay, so you do know. But she’s never kissed you before, and she kissed you on the lips.”

“True, but it was still like a mother’s kiss. If someday she kisses me and holds it long enough to involve tongues, I’ll say she does want to mess around. Until then, she’s just letting me know how much she likes me as a person. Not as a lover.”

I looked at the closed door where she’d said ‘toodles’ and smiled. It felt nice to know she liked me that much. Very nice, in fact.

I turned to Erin. “So, where were we?” I asked, and walked over to kiss her grinning face.

Continue on to Chapter 56

Secrets, Chapter 15

  • Posted on October 25, 2016 at 4:54 pm

By Naughty Mommy

Oral sex with Kerie was absolutely wonderful, glorious, better than I’d ever hoped it would be. It made me wonder why I’d waited, been so darn hesitant. There was no need. We both loved eating each other, and we still do.

The funny thing is, though, that as the years have gone by and she’s grown to be a beautiful young woman, my daughter and I continually go back to our first love. We enjoy oral sex very much, and fingering too, but more often than not the orgasms we achieve with each other are through tribbing, as they were from the start. That’s our favorite.

But anyway, enough musing.

 

Kerie and I lay together in my bed that night holding each other close, still panting, both sated, fulfilled, and very happy. As our breathing slowed, we kissed a few more times, then settled in, resting quietly. Although it wasn’t really very late, I was totally worn out and it appeared that Kerie was too.

I wondered if I should reach over and turn off the bedside lamp, and we could just go to sleep. It seemed like too much trouble, though, groping for the light switch. I was so comfortable where I was, feeling that warm little body in my arms. I kissed the top of her head, let out a deep sigh…

And then the phone jangled. It was my cell phone, on the table by the bed.

Should I answer it? I was sure it must be Jae, calling from Chicago to say hi and get the latest titillating news as she had each night of her trip. I had a whole lot to tell her this time, that’s for sure, and I wouldn’t even mind speaking openly in front of Kerie. Let her hear everything, no more secrets.

With my eyes still closed, I reached over and located the noisy instrument. I punched the receive button, then held the phone to my ear, murmuring a languid, “Hey…”

“Hello?” I heard. “Is this, uh, the Driscoll residence?”

“Yes. Yes, it is.” I thought I recognized the voice, but I wasn’t sure. “Who’s speaking?”

“This is Valerie. Valerie Knight, Tina’s mother. Is this Shelly?”

My eyes popped open. I sat up straight. Had something gone wrong? Was I in big trouble for seducing a student, an underage girl?

I wasn’t in trouble, thankfully. After I’d confirmed that I indeed was Shelly, Valerie said, “I’m sorry if I disturbed you. I asked Tina for your number. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Uh, no, not at all, it’s fine.”

“It’s not too late, is it?” she asked. “Did I wake you?”

“No, no, I was just, um, just resting. Sorry, I guess I was sort of half asleep when I picked up the phone. But, uh, how are you, Valerie?”

“I’m fine, thank you, just great. I won’t keep you, I promise. I just wanted to thank you for accepting our dinner invitation, and also to ask if either you or your daughter has any special dietary restrictions. If you’re vegetarians, have food allergies, or anything else that I should know…”

“Uh, no,” I smiled, finally able to relax, “we don’t have anything like that. We both love to eat — although Kerie, of course, is partial to all the stuff that’s bad for her.”

Valerie chuckled, “Yes, I know what you mean. My girls are that way too. And, truth be told, so am I.”

I laughed with her. “You can add me to that list.”

We talked three or four minutes longer, Valerie cycling through various menu ideas she had, asking my opinion of each. It was obvious she took her cooking very seriously. She apologized again for disturbing me and I assured her it was no problem, then we hung up.

My daughter was snoozing, lying naked on her side, facing me, head resting on her hands. I looked at the phone. It was only a little past 8:00, very early for me to go to sleep, but not that unusual for Kerie. I decided to read for a while, and wait to see if Jae would call. I propped up a pillow, dug my fat novel from the drawer beside the bed, and started reading.

Jae never did call that night, and well before 10:00, I found my eyes drooping, so I turned out the light and went to sleep. Before drifting off, however, I reminded myself that I really ought to have another talk with Kerie in the morning about keeping secrets.

 

She had cereal for breakfast, as usual, while I drank coffee and munched on a bagel. As we sat together at the kitchen table, I said, “Honey, you know what I told you last night about, um, about that student at my school, Tina? What she and I did yesterday?”

With her mouth full of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, Kerie turned to me, waiting.

“Well, the thing is, I want to make sure you remember that you can’t tell anyone about that, all right? It’s important. And also, of course, about the things you and I do, the kinds of games we play — especially what we did last night. I just want to remind you, okay?”

Kerie smiled, apparently thinking of the fun we’d had the night before. Then she nodded and said, “I know. I won’t tell.”

I patted her hand. “That’s good. Thank you, sweetie. I really hate to make you keep secrets. But we do have to be very careful, because… well, just because some people wouldn’t understand, that’s all.”

“I know.” She nodded again, taking a spoonful of cereal.

After a chewing a bit, and swallowing, my little girl said, “Know what, Mommy?”

“What, honey?”

“Um, Melissa told me something yesterday, something about her mom and Emily. But it’s a secret so I can’t tell.”

I smiled, “Okay, well, if it’s a secret that you promised to keep, then you’re right, you shouldn’t tell anyone. Not even me.”

After another bite, she said, “It’s nothing bad, though.”

“All right.”

“I mean, it’s just kissing. That’s not bad, is it?”

“No, kissing is not bad. Except we really shouldn’t be talking about this at all, should we? If you promised not to tell?”

Kerie paused, then shrugged, “Um, I guess not. But if Melissa said I could tell you, then would it be okay?”

“Well, possibly. But did Melissa promise Emily that she wouldn’t tell the secret? Or promise her mother the same thing? Maybe she never should have said anything to you in the first place.”

My daughter frowned. Such complicated ethical quandaries aren’t easy for an 8-year-old to figure out. They’re not that easy for me, either.

By then, it was time for us to put our dishes in the sink and get ready to leave. She had school and I had work. I patted Kerie’s hand once more, and we got up from the table.

I saw Tina a couple of times that Thursday, but she and I just exchanged a few looks and never got the chance to talk. The school office was unusually crowded all day long, and I wasn’t willing to take the girl inside my own office again, behind closed doors. That seemed too risky, too likely to invite suspicion, especially with Mrs. Simmons keeping her vulture eye on me.

The next day was pretty much the same thing. I was very busy and caught only a glimpse of Tina. She winked at me, which made my stomach flutter — but I also fretted that someone might have noticed it and guessed what was going on between us. Apparently, nobody did. I breathed a sigh of relief and told myself not to worry so much. I was getting paranoid.

A few minutes before 5:00 on Friday, as I was wrapping things up for the week and getting ready to leave, my cell phone rang. It was Jae.

“Hey girl,” she chirped.

She was back from her business trip, calling to say hi. I’d spoken to her the afternoon before, but only briefly. She’d called then to say that some executives from the firm she was working with in Chicago were taking her out to dinner and then to a show. Anyway, now she was home.

“How’re you doing, hon?” I asked. “Tired from your flight?”

“No, not really, I feel great. So, uh, what are you and Kerie doing tonight? You guys want to get together?”

I smiled to myself, imagining what Jae might be hoping for if the three of us did ‘get together’. My office door was open, however, so I wouldn’t say anything racy about that, anything that might get overheard. Plus, there was something else.

“Well,” I said, “I’d be very glad to see you myself, but Kerie’s busy elsewhere. She called a while ago to say she was spending the night at Melissa’s, having a sleepover. I’m a single girl, on my own tonight. You want to do something?”

“Hmm, something, huh?”

“Whatever,” I chuckled. “I’m all yours.”

“Ooh, I like the sound of that.”

It was exciting to flirt with Jae, even if she was my sister — or maybe because she was my sister. That gave our teasing a nice naughty edge.

“You want to come over for dinner?” I asked. “I can cook, or we can just order out or something, whatever you want.”

“No, why don’t you come to my place instead,” she suggested. “You deserve a break from being a mom, cooking all the time. I won’t say I’m going to cook — you know I’m not much good at it. But that little Thai restaurant on the corner makes deliveries, and their stuff is great.”

“All right, sure, that sounds terrific. What time?”

“Um, I don’t know, like, maybe an hour? Say around 6:00?”

“Perfect. I’ll see you then.”

 

At home, I debated what to wear. I was only going over to my sister’s for dinner. Nothing special about that, right? It should be fairly casual. So why was I thinking I wanted to put on something sexy? Was I hoping that perhaps she and I might take our relationship to a different level that night? Maybe I was.

In any case, I finally decided on a short swishy silk skirt, strappy heels with no hose, and a gauzy blouse with a lacy white bra visible beneath. After touching up my makeup and applying more perfume, I admired myself in the full-length mirror on my closet door. Not bad. Reasonably hot, in fact.

Then, at the last minute, just before leaving the house, I stopped and impulsively reached under my skirt. I tugged my panties off, leaving them on the floor inside the front door. It made me laugh out loud, behaving that way. I headed out to the car, feeling brazen, in the mood for seduction.

When Jae opened the door and saw what I was wearing, she let out a quick laugh, then looked down at herself. “Well, I guess I’m underdressed.” She was barefoot, in a pair of khaki shorts and a loose sweater falling off one shoulder, obviously braless.

I smiled, “I think you look great.”

“Yeah, but, I mean, you just… wow, very nice!”

“Thanks,” I chuckled, stepping inside. She kissed my cheek a little sloppily, and I kissed hers. Arm in arm, we walked past the kitchen and into the combination living/dining room of her townhouse.

“Dinner won’t be here for another half hour or so,” Jae said. “You want a beer? Wine? Something harder?”

“Um, whatever you’re having, I guess. What goes good with Thai food?”

“Sex,” she giggled.

When I looked at her in surprise, she pointed to a tall glass sitting on a coaster on the coffee table. It was empty, but for an orange peel and some melting ice.

“Sex on the Beach,” said Jae. “That’s what I’m drinking. It’s fruit juice and vodka, mostly vodka. Want one?”

“Sure, that sounds good. Looks like I may have to do some catching up.”

“Yep, you will,” she giggled again, then picked up the glass. “Okay, won’t be long. More sex coming right up.”

I followed her back to the kitchen.

“How many of those have you had?” I asked. It was unusual for my sister to drink enough to appear visibly drunk, but that’s how she seemed to me.

“Only one. So far.”

She took another tall glass from the cupboard and set it beside hers. After getting cranberry juice and orange juice from the refrigerator and pouring some of each into a pitcher, she added a big splash of peach schnapps. From the freezer compartment, Jae removed a bottle of Grey Goose, pouring a generous amount into the mixture.

“Slice some more orange, will you?” she said. “Two half slices.”

“Oh, uh, okay.”

On a cutting board next to a sharp knife was a large orange, already cut in half. While Jae dropped ice cubes into the glasses, then stirred the pitcher with a wooden spoon, I prepared the orange slices. She filled up our glasses. I added the garnish.

After returning the bottles to the fridge and the freezer, Jae handed me one drink and picked up the other. “To sex,” she proposed, “on the beach, on the sofa, in bed… wherever, whenever, and whoever.”

“All right,” I grinned. “Guess I’ll drink to that.”

We clinked glasses and I took a swallow. Whoa — it burned going down, but it was good too. Definitely heavy on the vodka.

Back in the living room, sitting with her on the sofa, I asked, “How come you’re so, well, up tonight? Anything going on?”

“No, nothing special. Except that I have another hot date with the very lovely Rose tomorrow.”

“Ooh, nice,” I smiled.

“And the client in Chicago just renewed my contract for another six months. At a big increase, I might add.”

“Wow, that’s fantastic. Congratulations!”

“And only last weekend, I had unbelievably exciting sex with an 8-year-old girl while her mom was watching us.”

“Yeah,” I giggled, “you did.”

“So, no, there’s nothing special going on. Except that my life is totally awesome.”

“Oh, Jae, I’m glad you’re so happy.”

After taking a long swig of her drink, she got up, setting her half-empty glass on a coaster. “I’ll be right back,” she winked.

“All right.”

While sipping my cocktail and waiting for my sister to do whatever she was doing, I thought how happy I was too.

Things were going very well for me now, though my life had certainly had its up and downs. Getting pregnant and having a baby at 18 was obviously not easy to deal with, and losing both our parents a few years after that was a terrible blow. But we’d come through it all together, Jae and Kerie and I. It’s amazing how much you can manage with a lot of love and support.

Jae came down from the second floor, where the bedrooms were. She’d changed into a short black leather skirt and a tight tank top (still no bra). Her tanned legs were gleaming, freshly oiled, and she wore a pair of spike heels. Talk about dressed for seduction!

“I may not look as hot as you do,” she grinned, “but at least now I’m trying.”

“Oh my god, are you kidding me? You are super hot!” I laughed.

“So, tell me everything I missed this week,” Jae said as she picked up her drink and sat beside me, crossing her legs. “I haven’t heard a report for a couple of days. Anything new and exciting?”

“Yeah, I’ll say there is.”

“Ooh, do tell.”

I filled her in on my clandestine meeting in the hotel room with Tina, and the hot sex I’d had with the willing teenager. Jae clearly enjoyed hearing about that, asking a lot of questions. Then, just as I was getting ready to go on to my even bigger news, the doorbell rang.

“Oops, there’s our dinner.”

My sister set down her empty glass and strode toward the foyer. I smiled to myself as I thought about the eyeful the delivery man — or delivery woman — would get. Jae looked like a high-priced hooker.

A few minutes later we were seated at the dining table, steaming containers of incredibly rich-smelling food open in front of us. It all looked wonderful, and I was suddenly starving.

We had a chilled bottle of wine too, a Riesling, which Jae said would go very nicely with the dishes she’d ordered. She poured our glasses and we drank another toast.

“To love and family,” she began.

“And sex,” I added, “don’t forget about sex.”

“Hear, hear!”

During the meal we talked mostly about less intimate subjects: her job and my job, how Kerie was doing in school, plans for summer vacation, and so on. I was eager to tell Jae what I’d done with my daughter that week, the latest taboo lines I’d crossed with her, but decided to wait until the moment was just right.

After we’d gorged ourselves, Jae placed the leftovers in the fridge while I put our few dishes in the dishwasher. Then we went back to the sofa to polish off that delicious bottle of wine.

She sat close to me, a hand on my thigh. “It’s nice, isn’t it? Just being together, you and me?”

“Yes, it is,” I nodded, “it really is.”

We were quiet for perhaps half a minute, neither of us speaking, enjoying the warmth of each other’s company.

Then, in a soft voice, I said, “You know, it’s funny, people think sisters can’t really be friends. But you, I mean, you’re my best friend ever, Jae. You really are.”

My sister looked at me for a moment, gazing steadily into my eyes. She smiled and nodded. “I know. Me too.”

I held her gaze, feeling so many things for her all at once — love, affection, gratitude, passion, lust. I took a deep breath, and licked my lips.

Jae leaned toward me, bringing her mouth to mine. We kissed.

This wasn’t a long kiss, and there were no tongues or anything — but it certainly wasn’t a sisterly kiss either.

When the kiss ended, Jae looked down at my leg, at her hand on my bare skin. Slowly she drew her fingers up, pulling the hem of my short skirt even higher, almost to my crotch. For a second I thought she might go farther yet and find that I wasn’t wearing any panties. But she stopped just before that point, gently caressing.

My heart was beating fast. It was clear now, to both of us I’m sure, where this evening was going. I was very happy about that.

Jae grinned and took a drink of wine, finishing her glass and setting it down.

“Can I tell you something?” I said, clearing my throat. “Something else that happened this week?”

“Sure, of course. I want hear it all, everything.”

“Okay. Um, well, you remember last Sunday, after… after we got done in Kerie’s bedroom, and we were eating lunch, and you said something about oral sex? You asked how much Kerie knew about it?”

“Uh-huh, I remember.”

“So, uh, later that night, Kerie asked me about that. She asked me what oral sex was.”

“Okay.”

“I told her, sort of. I tried my best to explain it, and then she asked if we could try it. She and I.”

“Ooh, nice.”

“Yeah, well, I kind of, you know… I was scared to at first. I wasn’t sure it would be right.”

“How come?” Jae frowned.

“Well, because I’m a dumbass. Because I worry too much about everything.”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “You’re not a dumbass. You’re a smart, wonderful person, and a great mom. Kerie is the luckiest kid ever.”

“Thank you.”

“But I don’t know why you didn’t just jump on her right away and start licking her little pussy!”

We both burst into laughter. After the cocktails and the wine, it was easy to let go, let it all out. We laughed for a long time, until our stomachs hurt, or at least mine did.

By the time it was over, we were slouched on the sofa, arms around each other’s necks, heads together, faces shiny with sweat, both breathing hard.

Jae looked into my eyes as our giggles subsided. She looked at my lips. She kissed me again.

This time it was not a soft kiss. Her tongue went into my mouth, and I welcomed it. Barely breaking the kiss, Jae climbed on top of me, straddling my hips, legs spread wide, skirt up near her waist. I caught a glimpse of black panties. She humped her body against mine, hands grabbing for my breasts, tongue and lips devouring my mouth.

I clutched at her, stroking her back, reaching for her butt, her legs, wanting to touch her everywhere. We panted and kissed, grinding on each other.

After two or three minutes of frenzied kissing and groping, Jae pulled away briefly, sitting up straight, pushing her hair back from her face, wiping sweat from her forehead.

“It’s fucking hot in here,” she grinned, then gripped the hem of her tank top and tugged it up and off in one motion, flinging it away, giggling again.

“God, you’re so gorgeous,” I said, admiring her breasts. They were smaller than mine, a B-cup, but perfectly shaped with pert brown nipples.

Jae looked down at her chest. “Yeah,” she nodded, “they’ll do.”

“And you’re such a wildcat too. You said Rose was, but I’ll bet you can match her any day.”

She wagged her eyebrows. “It’s a fun competition.”

I laughed. “I love you so much, Jae.”

“I love you too, kiddo. But, um, let’s go upstairs now, okay? I want to really enjoy you, all night long in my bed.”

“Mmm, sounds nice. Okay.”

She climbed off, then helped me to my feet. As we headed up the stairs with me in front, I coyly flipped my skirt up, letting my sister see my bare bottom.

“Ooh, that looks tasty,” she giggled.

Continue on to Chapter 16

Snow Angels, Part Three

  • Posted on October 23, 2016 at 5:17 pm

By Rebecka

There were no flares left. The last one had gone into the snow fifteen minutes before. Wrapped in the blanket up to our necks, we awaited the inevitable. Both of us knew, though neither would say, that Mr. Sanford wouldn’t be back. At least, not until after the storm. I had my arm around Agnes’s waist, she mine. We were very sad. She laid her head on my shoulder.

“We’ll be okay, right?”

“Of course we will,” I said. We’d only a minute before emerged from our cocoon. As I’d told Agnes earlier, the bus was no colder than the temperature outside — frigid, but bearable under the blankets. We could stay like this all night, if need be. That was fortunate, because it was looking like we would. Other than my worry about Mr. Sanford’s fate, however, I wasn’t particularly bothered. I tightened my grip around Agnes’ waist.

“I’m kinda glad we’re on this bus,” she said. “Except, for, you know…”

“I know.” I turned my head and kissed her hair. Our recent adventure beneath the blankets had left my jaw sore and my tongue aching wonderfully. Agnes had complained about the same thing. As kissing sessions went, it had been a marathon.

Under the blanket our coats were open, and our bras undone; I had unbuttoned Agnes’ shirt. If my right hand weren’t presently keeping the blankets closed, it would be caressing her breasts. I enjoyed what her left hand was doing to mine. It kept me pleasantly distracted.

“Can I ask a question?” she asked.

“Sure,” I said happily.

“Tomorrow, when they come for us…?”

I raised my head from hers. “What?”

“What?” I asked again when she refused to answer. Finally, she spoke.

“Don’t let it go back to the way it was before.”

I craned my head around to look at her face. “What are you talking about?”

“I’ve seen enough movies and TV shows to know that the cool chick always panics the next day. You’ll be embarrassed by me, or terrified people will think you’re a freak, or afraid your friends will dump you.”

“Agnes–” I started to interrupt.

“Hear me out. I’m afraid you’ll fall into a sexual-identity crisis and deny anything ever existed between us. Not just to your friends, but to yourself. And you’re not the only one, El. I’m afraid it’ll happen to me, too. I know everyone thinks I’m a lezzie already — don’t lie, you know it’s true — but I’m really not. I’m just like you. For the most part, I’ve always been attracted to boys, but the instant I met you I lost interest in anyone, male or female. There is no one else but you. And I know, I must be totally freaking you out,” she said, laughing bitterly.

Instead of answering, I wrapped both arms around Agnes and drew her to me as tightly as possible. I knew she was right. I had recently watched a movie where that exact thing had happened. Two young girls, our ages in fact, one popular like me, the other one shy and friendless like Agnes, came together by chance, just like Agnes and I. Though nothing had happened between the two but soul-baring and a bit of innocent necking, the next day my counterpart succumbed to sexual-identity freak-out. I didn’t want that happening to Agnes and I. I wouldn’t let that happen to Agnes and I.

Releasing her, I made a crossing gesture over my chest. “I, Ellen Olson, do solemnly swear that I am now best friends for life with Agnes Ahlerg and that, short of converting to Judaism, I will do nothing to ostracize her from my life, for as long as she wants me, or we can stand being around each other. First one to cheat on the other with a boy, though, and the deal is off,” I prevaricated.

She laughed. She kissed me. “I love you,” she said.

“I love you too,” I reciprocated. The words sounded completely truthful leaving my mouth. I wondered if I meant them. I had no doubt she meant hers.

Our moment of silence was interrupted visually. Outside in the snow, Mr. Sanford’s final beacon of hope sputtered, flared and died into darkness. I winced, feeling Agnes wince beside me. I looked forlornly at the spot as the final entrails of smoke were whipped away by the wind. Without the reflected red glare, the inside of the bus seemed nearly lightless. I wondered if it was enough light to alert anyone to our presence or guide them home. I doubted it seriously. Worse, the sense of doom deepened in the absence of light.

I shivered convulsively. Agnes clutched me tightly.

“I’m glad I have you,” she whispered.

“I’m glad I have you, too. I can’t think of anyone I’d rather be stranded with on a volcanic island.”

“Lost, this isn’t,” she countered.

“It’s not even Lost in Space,” I said, striving for buoyancy. “Where’s a coconut when you need one?”

Agnes giggled and kissed my throat. Shifting, I let her know it was time to re-cocoon ourselves. Lifting the blankets over our heads, we worked, and then reworked the folds until they were acceptably tight, and then settled inward against each other. I let my right hand steal into her open shirt and claim a prize.

“I wish we could lay down,” she said.

“So do I,” I sighed wistfully. “Then I could take off your clothes and make mad, passionate love to you.”

“We can’t do that here?”

“You want a ruptured disk? Or a hernia?” I suddenly became aware that I had to pee. “Dammit,” I murmured.

“What?”

“I have to go pee.”

“So do I. I’ve had to for hours.”

I blinked at her in the darkness. “Why didn’t you say something?”

“I didn’t want to bother you. Besides, I really don’t want to think about baring my backside and chancing peeing myself. Can you imagine?”

I had peed myself before — more rightly, the back of my jeans and my panties — and had no desire whatsoever to repeat the disaster, not in freezing cold weather. It wasn’t like I had clean ones to put on.

“I guess we could do it off the stoop into the snow. I could hold you steady, and you me. That might work.”

“Or maybe the back of the bus?” I suggested.

“That’s an idea,” she replied, her tone sounding hopeful. “At least we wouldn’t have to worry about falling into the snow. That would be horrible.” I could mentally see her face pinching; a backward drop, not only into freezing cold snow, but also into our own pee. Wonderful. I liked the back of the bus idea even better.

“Let’s go,” I said, throwing back the blankets. “You have any tissue in your backpack?” I looked for mine, remembered that it was halfway down the bus.

Unscissoring my legs, I got up stiffly and stumbled my way down the isle where I grabbed my bag from beneath the seat. I really had to pee. My bladder was bursting. Rooting around the inside, I came up with a crumpled McDonald’s napkin. Continuing the search, I came up with another stray, and then a third. I held up my treasure, grinning.

Walking down the isle with her backpack in one hand, a plastic package of tissues in the other, Agnes grinned back.

“A regular Girl Scout,” I observed. “Always prepared.”

Joining me, she dropped her backpack on the seat alongside mine, and we continued down the isle toward the back, both undoing our belts and jeans as we went. I didn’t like the idea of peeing on the carpeting, but there was nothing we could do about it, and besides, it would keep pee from rolling up the isle as it might do otherwise, were the flooring rubber. The truth was, I didn’t give a shit if someone complained — they weren’t stuck on the bus in the middle of a snowstorm. Let them suspend me.

I wiggled my jeans and panties down to mid-thigh, watched as Agnes uncomfortably did the same, not bothering to hide my curiosity about her womanhood. To my intense surprise, I saw that she was completely clean-shaven, not a suggestion of black visible. That I hadn’t expected.

“You shave?” I blurted out. “In the wintertime?” The last time my own pubes had been touched by a razor was Labor Day. I was suddenly self-conscious about the sparse, yet noticeable blond hair between my legs. I crouched and pinched my legs together, hiding myself. To my chagrin, it was suddenly difficult to pee. Evidently, Agnes experienced the same difficulty, because it was suddenly very silent on that bus. I prayed I wouldn’t pass gas and embarrass myself further.

A deep redness rose up Agnes’s throat and commandeered her face. She grinned helplessly, adding to her embarrassment. “What?” she objected, trying to deflect my perceived teasing.

“Nothing,” I said, shoving away the image of me spreading Agnes’ legs, kissing her wetness, licking her. My heartbeat surged and suddenly, I found it very difficult to breathe. It was the first time I had actually envisioned ourselves having sex. Though disturbing, I realized I wanted it very much. I wondered if she wanted me.

“I can’t pee.” Her voice was exasperated.

“Me neither.”

“I’ve peed before. I never had any problem any other time. Well, not like this, anyway,” she amended. “I was embarrassed, but that was because I thought guys might see me.”

I smiled inwardly. “No reason to be embarrassed. I’m not embarrassed. Are you?”

Looking out the corner of my eye, I saw her grinning. A moment later, a scatter of urine peppered the carpet between her legs, quickly strengthening into a torrent, like she hadn’t gone in a week. My own bladder let loose then and pee gushed out of me like out of a fire hose. Fragrant steam rose from between our legs. We both started giggling, both nearly losing our balance because we shook so hard. I had to put a hand down behind me to catch myself; Agnes rocked forward protectively and put down both of hers. We couldn’t stop laughing.

“Stop!” I wailed.

You stop!”

Wiping myself and dropping the tissues on the floor, I struggled erect and worked my clothes back over my hips. I straightened my panties, still laughing uproariously, zipped my jeans and attempted to up do my belt. We staggered forward up the isle, bumping and poking each other until we reached the seat behind the driver’s seat and sat down. Pretzeling our legs beneath us, we helped each other re-envelop ourselves in the shroud. We were still laughing uproariously.

“I love you,” she told me again.

“I love you, too.”

With no resistance, I slid Agnes’ shirt back over her shoulders, pulled it down her arms and dropped it in her lap. She shrugged and removed her bra herself, holding it her hands. I knew without sight that her nipples were achingly hard and begging to be touched. I let her know that I wanted out of my sweater and between the two of us, got it over my head. To save room, I pushed it out beneath my leg and let it drop to the floor, something I would regret later when I had to put it on again. Who says wool doesn’t get cold?

Agnes pushed the straps of my bra back over my shoulders, slid them down my arms and handed it to me. “God,” she whispered. “Please don’t let anyone find this bus… not just yet, anyhow.” I wondered if there was a way to turn off the emergency lights, felt guilty for even thinking something so selfish. “I really meant what I said earlier. About us laying down?”

I heard her sigh. She moaned a moment later when I placed my hands over her breasts. She took mine, fondled them lovingly. We played with each other’s nipples as we kissed.

As it turned out, we were able to lie down… after a fashion. Two blankets below us to insulate from the coldness of the vinyl seats, two above, though it took constant vigilance to make sure they covered us completely. Most of the time our feet stuck out in the isle, unprotected, and there was no ignoring the air turning our calves, feet and toes into flesh popsicles. At some point Agnes made the suggestion that we shed our shoes and warm our feet against each other before they fell off from frostbite. This was not as easily accomplished as you might imagine; not with jeans down around our ankles.

“I’m not getting completely naked,” I objected, even as I struggled to lever the heel of my shoe off my right foot.

Grunting, Agnes tried to unlace her boots. The idea of being completely naked with her between the blankets had me extraordinarily horny. I felt like a balloon; blown up to the bursting point, ready to explode at the least increase of pressure, no matter from inside or out. My heart thudded and blood pounded in my ears. I was breathless from so much kissing. My tongue and jaw muscles ached terribly. Incredibly, I knew what Agnes felt like inside. I shivered, just thinking about it. With her help, I had located and played with her clitoris, and she with mine. It was our first time ever. I had tasted her. She had haltingly tasted me. We had tasted ourselves, together. I liked her flavor better than mine. I wanted to taste her from the source, but so far, that hadn’t been possible.

“Wait!” I said, huffing.

“What’s wrong?”

“I got a cramp. I think I got a cramp.” I waited a long second, hoping the muscle spasm would go away, but it didn’t. “Shit,” I said when it only grew worse. Flexing my foot only made the damned thing worse still, just as it always did when I got a cramp. I never imagined being naked with someone could be so much trouble.

“Wait,” Agnes said. “Fold your legs up between us.”

Doing as she suggested, I turned completely on my side with my back against the seat back, drew my knees up to my chest and let Agnes attack my calf with her fingertips.

“The other one, Agnes!”

Grunting impatiently, she switched calves and attacked the bunched up muscles with painful intensity. I grit my teeth and sucked in air. “Don’t stop!” I cried. “That’s helping!” Little by little, her strong fingers kneaded the pain and tightness out of muscles until finally, with a grumbling acceptance, the cramp let go. I breathed out in grateful relief — and then gasped.

“Agnes!”

She had just run her fingertips down my butt crack and located my clenched asshole. “What are you doing?” Every muscle in my body tensioned.

She began to rhythmically circle her fingertip on my small button. “I do this to myself,” she whispered. “I’ve always liked it.”

I liked it too, though I was too embarrassed to tell her that. “You are such a naughty girl,” I said.

“Do you like it?”

“Would you like me to do it to you?”

“I’d like that very much,” she said throatily.

I was discovering a whole new Agnes here, wasn’t I? I wondered what else I’d find out about her. I gasped again, as the tip of her middle finger slipped in my hole up to the first knuckle.

“Do you like it?”

“It’s…very different,” I admitted. I knew guys liked to mess around with a girl’s asshole, loved to plug it up with their cocks if given the opportunity, but Agnes was the first girl I’d known to admit an interest in having it done to her. Usually, at least among my friends, anal — or the thought of it — was endured, not than enjoyed. Her finger entered me up to the second knuckle, and I shuddered.

“Unless you tell me to stop,” she said. “I’m gonna keep going.” Even as she threatened this her finger slid in another half-knuckle. She was not merely invading me, but intent on exploring my insides. I felt the finger pressing against the wall of my rectum, forcing my vagina against my bladder and compressing it. It made me want to pee.

“I amend what I said before: You are really naughty.” I bent forward and kissed her on the lips. Her finger continued its inward journey until stopped by the palm of her hand. She continued to lever it forward into my privates. I think she had my uterus this time. At least the pressure was gone from my bladder. I felt the blush deepen in my face. What an experience.

“I can stop, if you don’t like this,” she whispered.

“Please don’t.”

I imagined her doing this to herself, realizing after a moment that the only way possible to finger yourself so thoroughly was on your hands and knees, in a doggie position. The thought of her doing that, with the middle finger of her free hand up her vagina was too much for me. I audibly moaned. Of course, the finger inside me redoubled its efforts to map my insides. I moaned again, bent forward and put my forehead against her shoulder. I marveled at the energy level between my legs. I began to moan continuously, little jolts of electricity clenching my muscles, making me jerk, making me mumble pleading little noises.

Without me really knowing it, Agnes removed my shoes and socks with her free hand, worked me out of my jeans and panties and then removed her own. She clutched me to her, still doubled up, and used the fingers of her left hand to totally destroy me with her attack on my panic button. I was conscious of making a horrible noise in my chest and begging to have this torture stop. I fought, oh God did I fight against the orgasm she relentlessly was pushing me toward, my first at the hands of another person. Finally I couldn’t hold it any longer.

“AhhhhhhhhgodddddddddddAgnesssssssss!”

Wave after wave piled up and crashed over me. I wound my arms around my knees and clamped them to my chest. I tried to gasp, but air refused to enter my lungs. The fingers between my legs stopped momentarily, and then the one on my clitoris went crazy while the one up my behind remained absolutely still. Impossibly, Agnes made my orgasm even more intense.

“Noooooooooooooo!” I moaned. “Stoppppppppp!”

But there was no stopping Agnes. She had her finger finely attuned to my horrible convulsions — and every time I thought I’d died, and crossed over the threshold to Heaven, she would ruthlessly yank me back to the world of the living again. I had my mouth open and hitched in miniscule breaths, choking to get them out again. My eyes were riveted shut, my every muscle spasming. She absolutely refused to let me stop coming.

“Please! Please! Please!” I begged. “Agnes…Please!”

I began to caterwaul uncontrollably and suddenly her finger was away from my clit, she ripped the finger of her other hand out of my rectum, wrapped her arms around my back and clung to me fiercely. She laughed evilly as the convulsions slowly but inexorably drained out of my body.

Five minutes later, shaking like a jellyfish, I wrenched my head off her shoulder and looked at her cross-eyed. “You are such a bitch!”

Exhausted, I collapsed against her and let her cuddle me like a baby while she laughed both herself, and me to sleep.

And this was how they found us, five hours later.

*****

The whole school knew, of course. But our ordeal, plus the death of Mr. Sanford, somehow moderated the mess. We took a lot of looks in the next week, and whispering behind cupped hands, but surprisingly, the student body seemed almost understanding about it. No one acted surprised at all that Agnes became my new best friend, nor did any of my girlfriends object to her presence at our lunch table, and later, within the group itself. Like Dana Hillborne, she was transformed by their attention. Agnes flowered into a very beautiful, if somewhat domineering young lady.

This was five years ago. Though everyone knew, we chose not to come out to our parents until the first year of college. We attend Minnesota State University at Mankato. Rather than chance being separated into different dorm rooms, with the help of our parents we took a two-bedroom apartment in one of the off-campus student housing centers. (Two bedrooms, to keep up appearances.) We are two months into our first semester of higher learning.

“Oh, you’ve made surprising headway,” Agnes says. Her hair, worn short for the last three years, is nearly back to the length it was our first night together. I so much like it better long. Mine is the same as it ever was. Looking up and over my shoulder, I let her kiss me. I let her run a hand down the front of my shirt and fondle my breast. I moan with pleasure into her mouth.

“Did you miss me?” she asks.

“I always miss you,” I say, returning to the computer screen. It’s a Macbook, just like hers. We both have Apples.

“Wow, thirty-three pages. You are being long-winded, aren’t you, sweetie.”

“A lot happened that night,” I remind her. I watch in the reflection of the glossy screen as she strips out of her top and reaches up behind her back. I grin as the bra falls away from her tiny breasts. My nipples harden automatically.

“A lot of private stuff, yeah. How much are you putting in?”

“All of it. Everything that I can remember, anyway.”

“And some you made up?”

“I can’t think of anything I made up,” I counter. “There wasn’t a lot to make up about that night. We did just about everything.”

“We did, didn’t we?” she says, smiling in reflection.

I love it when she smiles. She has the prettiest smile. It’s one of the things I love about her most. And no, I haven’t agreed to convert to Judaism. Not yet, anyway. Although I’m thinking about it. I’m wondering how my mom would react to me becoming Mrs. Agnes Ahlberg.

THE END

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 54

  • Posted on October 21, 2016 at 11:59 pm

Erin’s Masturbation Story and the Unbelievable Consequences

By Cheryl Taggert 

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

When I arrived for work on Monday, I could tell Erin was itching to tell me about the night before when she had planned to masturbate while watching TV. Her mom let her watch R-rated movies, and sometimes, as she had told her mother, she got turned on watching them and obtained permission from her mother to satisfy her desires wherever she wanted to as long as nobody else was there. Last night would be the first time she actually masturbated where her mother could see her doing it.

Her mother seemed rather distracted as she prepared to leave for work, so I figured it had happened. She barely had time to pull out of the driveway when Erin began gushing her news.

“I did it! I did it!” she said, once again hopping up and down in her excitement as she usually did when she had news to share that was particularly thrilling for her.

“Okay, okay. Just calm down and tell me about it,” I said, taking her to the sofa in the den. We sat down to talk while we waited for the thirty minutes to go by to make sure her mom wasn’t coming back unexpectedly before we got naked for the day.

“We watched this movie called Basic Instinct on HBO that had sex in it. I had seen it would be on and begged mom to watch it with me. It had like lots of sex in it. There’s even these two women kissing!”

“I know,” I said. “I’ve seen it before. Your mom let you watch that?”

“Yeah. She’s okay with R-rated movies, but I could tell maybe she was thinking it was too much. I mean there was all this sex in it and of course it got me horny, so I just pulled down my pajamas and started rubbing myself. Mom looked at me and I could tell she was a little bit uncomfortable, and so I said, ‘You said it was okay,’ and she said, ‘Yeah, I know.’ Then I just continued rubbing myself. I got off like three times watching that movie. It was so sexy! There’s that one scene where the lady spreads her legs and the guys are all looking up her skirt and she isn’t wearing panties, and I thought I was going to come right then just from that scene.”

“So you sat there next to your mom and rubbed yourself off three times while you both were watching the movie?” I asked. This was rather amazing. I would have expected Ms. Hartley to change her mind and make her go to her room to finish or leave the room herself.

“Yeah. The first time I came, she was looking right at me. It felt so wonderful to have her doing that! I mean I felt like I was in a movie like your mom.”

“So you liked her watching you come?”

“Oh yeah. Lots!”

“What did she do?”

“Well, she asked me if I was sure I didn’t want to go to my room and do that, but I said I would miss all the good stuff in the movie that was making me want to do it.”

This was, indeed, news. And it was making me very horny to listen to Erin tell about it.

“And you really came, like, three times?”

Erin nodded, smiling and very proud of herself.

I felt my pussy gush and I knew I couldn’t wait any longer to get down to business. I started stripping my clothes off.

“Let’s go to my room,” Erin said. “I want to get comfy on the bed and watch you while you watch me.”

We left our clothes in a pile in the den and went to the bedroom. It had only been ten minutes since Ms. Hartley had left, but since she never seemed to return I no longer felt it necessary to wait. Besides, my panties were getting completely soaked from my dripping vagina.

I lay back on the bed and spread my legs, and Erin did the same next to me. I watched her hand as she dipped it down her tummy to her pussy and began to rub, and I followed her lead.

We were really getting into it when we heard a gasp. Looking up, my eyes met Ms. Hartley’s, which were wide with shock, as she stood in the open doorway to Erin’s bedroom.

Oh fuck, I thought. She actually came back home.

How in the world would I explain this? We were caught. It was all too obvious what we were doing together. It wasn’t as if I could say, ‘Oh, you see, it’s not what you think.’ It was exactly what she thought and could be nothing else. Then I realized that at least we weren’t doing anything to each other. All we had been seen doing was masturbating. It would definitely have been worse if one of us was sucking the other’s pussy or something. All she had us on was masturbating together.

All of this flashed through my mind in less than a second. Ms. Hartley’s hand was at her mouth in stunned disbelief. She had come home for some reason and had found her daughter’s ‘companion’ in bed with her daughter, masturbating.

“Uh… I… um–” was all I could manage to say as I felt my face flush to what had to be a deep red. Erin remained silent, her eyes just as shocked as her mom’s and her face probably as red as mine.

“Oh my God,” Ms. Hartley said and turned from the doorway to rush down the hall.

“Mom?!” Erin called after her.

“Ms. Hartley?” I echoed.

We both got out of the bed and ran after her. Don’t ask me why I wanted to stop her from leaving. I suppose the reason had something to do with not wanting to sit around all day waiting for the other shoe to drop, as my mom would say.

We found her in the kitchen, standing at the sink and crying.

“Mom?” Erin said, her voice faltering and barely audible.

“Would someone please explain to me what I just saw?” Ms. Hartley said.

That’s when I said the dumbest thing I could. “We were masturbating.”

“I know you were masturbating! I have eyes! The question is WHY were you in bed with my daughter masturbating?!” she screamed at me.

“Mommy, please don’t be mad,” Erin said. “Cheryl and me are such good friends, we just… wanted to. It’s… I don’t know… it’s… fun.”

Erin had begun crying now, too, and I quickly joined her. I realized my job was over. I would certainly be fired now.

“Fun?!” She looked at me. “Do you think seducing my daughter was fun?”

“I just… I just wanted her to like me and get along with me,” I said, staring at the floor.

“And you thought teaching my daughter to masturbate was the best way to do that?”

“You said yourself that whatever I was doing was working really well. That she was like a different person. That she was so well-behaved and respectful now. And anyway, I didn’t teach her to masturbate. She was already doing that on her own.” I was trying to make excuses, but then again, I was right. It had been my acceptance of Erin for who she was that had changed things.

“But how could you… I mean, what made you think that masturbating with her was a good idea? Why would that interest you?”

I caught that she was limiting what she thought we were doing to masturbating together. That was good, but her question may end up forcing more information to come to light. For some reason, though, I had stopped crying. I had decided to try to convince this woman that her own upbringing was what was wrong, not the acceptance I showed to Erin. And the love.

“I’m bisexual, Ms. Hartley, more lesbian than straight, actually. But you have it all wrong.” I said.

“I have what all wrong?”

“How to raise your daughter.” She opened her mouth to interrupt me, but I wouldn’t let her. I was going to say what I had to say. “You’ve been raising her the way you were raised. You said yourself that wasn’t a good way for you to be brought up. Why would it be good for Erin? Think about how happy she’s been since I started this job. Think about how much sweeter she is now. Consider how wonderful your relationship with her has become since you lightened up and allowed her to be herself.”

I could see that struck a chord.

Erin was still crying. Sobbing, actually. “Please don’t fire her, Mommy! Pleeeeease!” she begged.

“You don’t really want her to go back to the person she was, do you? Getting into trouble? Shoplifting, even? Being disrespectful and showing little more than reluctant acceptance of you, her own mother?” I asked, trying to do my best to point out the positives of what had been going on these past few weeks.

Ms. Hartley looked at Erin and asked, “Are you really different from what you were because of your relationship with Cheryl?”

“Yes!” Erin sobbed. ”I love her.”

“Don’t you see?” I asked Ms. Hartley. “By letting Erin be herself, to enjoy what nature has given her to enjoy, by acknowledging that although she is only eleven, she is also a budding woman with her own thoughts and desires, you are telling her you love and trust her to make the right choices and to live her life to the fullest along the way.” I was actually quoting something my mom once said, advice she’d given me about how to raise my own children if I ever had any. Or at least I was paraphrasing it the best I could. I knew she’d be touched because I remembered it. She thinks I’m not listening half the time, but I am.

“Mommy, since when is it bad to love someone?” Erin asked, and I could see that this comment from her daughter did the trick. Ms. Hartley realized that we were just loving each other. The fact Erin was only eleven meant nothing. She was just doing what came naturally to her.

Ms. Hartley looked at me, her eyes red from crying. “But doesn’t this make you a pedophile? You’re fifteen. She’s eleven. She barely has any pubic hair, for God’s sake. What do you see in her?”

“The same thing you do, really. A beautiful, smart, loving, young girl, who has discovered the joys sex can provide. She told me that you witnessed that yourself last night.”

For the first time since arriving home, she smiled. “Actually, that’s what brought me home. I realized I would be worthless at work until I talked to someone about that, and I figured you would be the best person to talk to about it.” She glanced at the clock on her stove. “In fact, I need to call in to let them know I’ll be late.”

“Am I fired?” I asked for the second time since being hired.

Ms. Hartley looked at Erin, whose hands were clasped as if begging and pleading. Erin whispered, “Please?”

“Okay, I know when I’ve been beat,” she said. “You can stay on, I suppose, but I do need to talk to you about what happened last night.”

“YAY!” Erin yelled and jumped into my arms. It was at this point I realized the two of us were still completely naked. I thought it funny Ms. Hartley hadn’t mentioned it, not even a ‘Go put your clothes on.’

Then Erin flung her naked body into her mother’s arms and hugged her tightly, kissing her on the cheek.

After Ms. Hartley made the call, telling them she would be in after lunch, Erin went to her room to read — or maybe masturbate since we’d not finished earlier — while I sat down in the den with Ms. Hartley.

Looking down at the floor, I saw the pile of clothes we had left there. Ms. Hartley would have entered through this room when she arrived.

“What did you think when you saw our clothes on the floor?” I asked.

“Mostly I was puzzled. I heard the giggles coming from her bedroom. I suppose I suspected what I’d see when I got there, but I didn’t want to believe it. I guess I was hoping for a different explanation of why you two had gotten naked here in the den. But after last night–” she stopped, knowing I would be able to fill in the blanks, as it were.

I didn’t bother to get dressed for some reason. I suppose it was because I figured since she’d not suggested it, that going naked was now accepted as well.

“So what about last night?” I asked her.

“I suppose she told you everything,” she began. I nodded, not wanting to interrupt the flow of what she was attempting to put into words.

“She begged me to watch Basic Instinct with her. I hadn’t seen it before, but I knew there were some sex scenes in it. She’s watched mainstream movies with sex in them before, so I figured, why not? We had been watching maybe twenty minutes or so, and in the middle of a sex scene, she pulls her pajamas down to her knees and begins rubbing herself, as if she’d masturbated in front of me every day of her life.

“Part of me was shocked. I know she had asked if she could do it whenever and wherever she wanted and I’d said okay, but it surprised me anyway. I mean, she was so, I don’t know, brazen about it, as if she were flaunting her naked pubes for me to see.”

“She was,” I said. “She’s wanted for you to watch her for a while now. It’s sort of like showing you how grown up she can be.”

“I never considered that. Anyway, she was rubbing herself and grinning at me occasionally, but mostly she watched the movie while she did it. I really don’t blame her for getting turned on. I felt stirrings myself. It’s a very erotic movie. Anyway, about five minutes after she started doing it, she starts coming. I just stared at her. I kept thinking to myself, ‘she’s coming… my eleven-year-old daughter is having an orgasm sitting right next to me on the sofa.’ I was mesmerized by the sight and knowledge of it.”

“Can I ask you something?” I interrupted her for a question I really wanted the answer to.

“Sure.”

“If you’d been totally alone in the house, would you have masturbated while watching what you just called a ‘very erotic movie’?”

She blushed, and I had my answer even before she spoke it.

“Yes. I have to admit I would have. In fact–” She stopped dead again, and I knew what she was going to say.

“You masturbated when you went to bed, didn’t you?”

“Does that make me a bad person?” she asked.

I gave her a flabbergasted ‘when will you learn’ look. “Of course not! Stop thinking everything you do — or anyone else does for that matter — that involves sex makes you bad. Your parents were wrong, okay? Sexual feelings are natural. I mean, look at Erin–”

She giggled, interrupting me to say, “I did.”

I laughed as well, but continued. “What I mean is she understands that sexual feelings are good and normal. She knows there’s nothing wrong with her because she feels them.”

“But isn’t it wrong that I also enjoyed watching my daughter as much as I enjoyed the movie?” she asked.

So there it was. She was feeling so much guilt because watching her daughter getting herself off had stimulated her.

“Why should it be wrong?” I asked.

“Well for one thing she’s my daughter, and for another she’s only eleven.” She paused a second before continuing. “And finally, she’s a she. I’ve never thought of myself as having any lesbian tendencies at all. And now here I am getting turned on at the sight of my eleven-year-old daughter masturbating herself to an orgasm.”

“She wants you to join her, you know,” I said. “She’s dying for you to have a masturbation session with her.”

“I don’t think I could do that.”

“Why not? Just tune in a sexy movie, take off your clothes, and do what comes naturally — as in it’s natural.”

“Don’t you think she’d lose respect for me if I did that with her?”

I looked directly into her eyes. “Has she lost respect for me? Or has she decided she loves me even more?”

Her jaw dropped open at the realization that overwhelmed her. “You mean she will have more respect, more love, for me if I do this with her?”

“It’s a very intimate thing to do, don’t you think?”

“Oh, my God. Wouldn’t that be incest?”

“Not if you don’t do something sexual to her, or she to you. Otherwise, it’s just the two of you enjoying the beauty of the other as she has the greatest feeling in the universe.” I took on a mocking tone. “As long as you don’t get all caught up with ‘Ooooh, it’s innncesssst,’ then everything should be fine.”

“I’ll think about it,” she said. “I have another question, and at this point I really don’t care what the answer is.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“Have the two of you done more than masturbate together?” I could see in her eyes she dreaded the answer but that she wanted the truth whether or not she liked it.

“Ms. Hartley,” I began, “I’m very experienced with sex with girls. I’ve been doing things for years.”

“And?”

“And yes, one thing naturally led to another.”

“What all have you two done?”

I bit my lower lip, released it, and said, “Um, everything.”

“Could you define ‘everything’?”

“If two girls can do it to each other, we’ve done it.”

Her eyes told me she knew exactly what I meant. She was wanting to know if we’d had oral sex. “And this is a big reason for her change in, well, personality?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“I’m going to have to get used to the idea that my daughter is a lesbian,” she said. She didn’t say it as if lesbian was a bad word. She was just stating what she saw as a fact, even though I wasn’t so sure she was correct.

“I’d say she’s more than likely bisexual,” I said. “She still likes boys, but yes, I suppose she will also like girls for the rest of her life, even if she suppresses it later when she marries. But you should urge her not to suppress it, but to find a man who allows it.”

“I suppose now that I’ve kept you on in your job that the two of you will continue what you’re doing?”

“Honestly, I think it would be better that way. Otherwise, you would be denying her the chance to explore who she is sexually. That would be like raising her the way your parents raised you, living in denial that you were — are — a sexual being.”

“Oh my God. The phone calls,” she said suddenly, realization dawning on her. “I called every day before coming home, letting you know it was time to clean things up.”

I shrugged and smiled slightly. “Basically, we always waited until you were gone for a half hour and we’d get naked. Then we’d get dressed when you called.”

“But I wasn’t gone a half hour today. I was only gone maybe fifteen minutes, tops.”

“Yeah, I know. We got carried away with Erin’s story about last night and, well, we decided to start early because you’d never come back home after leaving before.”

She thought for a moment then said, “So you’re saying the two of you spent every day naked after I left?”

“Yeah.”

“What about your sister? Did she get involved too?”

“Yeah. She’s not my real sister. My mom is sort of taking care of her until her mom returns.” I didn’t go into the Cindy situation more than that.

“Then you have sex with her too?”

“Yeah,” I said, seeing no reason to deny it at that point. “We even share the same bed.”

“That must have been an interesting sleepover,” she said.

I smiled. “Yeah, it was.” Of course, I didn’t go into details about that night, but just let her imagine for herself since she would only imagine Jenna and me with Erin, not the adults.

“My,” she said, “you must have quite a strong libido.”

I giggled at that. “Yeah, I do.”

Suddenly she asked, “If I were to ask to watch the two of you together, would you allow me to do that?”

“Me and my sister?”

“No, you and my daughter.” She was blushing a deep crimson. “I don’t want to have sex with either of you, but I’m just curious to watch you and Erin together.”

“How about now?” I asked. “You sort of interrupted us before we could come.”

“Now?”

“You know what they say, ‘no time like the present,’ right?”

“I… I don’t know. I have to get back to work.”

“It’s only 9:43,” I said, glancing at the clock on top of the TV. “I heard you say you wouldn’t be in until after lunch.”

“I did say that, didn’t I?” she replied, sheepishly.

“If it becomes too much for you, you can just leave us alone and we can finish without you.”

“You sound as if you want me to watch you.”

I shrugged. “I’m my mother’s daughter, I guess. I like being watched. And I can tell you that Erin likes it too. She loved that you were watching her last night.”

“And if I feel like, well doing… well… you know, that’s okay?”

“That would be more than okay. It would be wonderful. And I thought I told you masturbate isn’t a bad word.”

She chuckled at that and heaving a deep sigh, stood on wobbly legs, almost losing her balance and sitting down again. “Okay. Let’s do it.”

“Um, Ms. Hartley? Would you do me a favor? You’d be doing Erin a favor too, I’m sure.”

“What?”

“Would you mind getting naked too? I mean, I’ve been sitting here talking to you for the past fifteen minutes totally naked, and you’re fully dressed. It would feel more… intimate if you were to do that much, at least.”

She thought about it for a moment before she said, “Okay. Why not. Erin’s seen me naked plenty of times, and I’ve seen you naked now too.”

Slipping off her shoes, she removed her jacket and lay it on the sofa before unbuttoning her shirt and discarding it with a chuckle on the pile of clothing we’d left. Then her skirt was unclasped, unzipped, and dropped to the floor. She was now wearing only a bra, panty hose, and panties. Pulling the waist of the panty hose down over her butt, she sat and finished removing the them. I watched, aware I was nearly drooling to see her naked. I knew she wouldn’t let me do anything to her, and she wasn’t going to do anything to me, but I was dying to see her naked.

She unhooked her bra and let it fall, exposing her boobs. They were not too big, but not that small either, probably a C cup. When she pulled her panties down and off, I gasped at her beauty. She was one very sexy woman, as I had always known. Her dark bush of pubic hair was trimmed and formed a perfect triangle to cover her mound.

“Erin will sure be surprised to see you like this,” I commented.

“I’m sure she will.”

Entering the bedroom, we were greeted with the sight of Erin’s naked butt going up and down, pressing her pussy into the nose of one of her teddy bears. I felt my clit stir at the erotic sight and wondered if Ms. Hartley was reacting the same way despite her shame.

“Well, what have we here?” I asked.

Erin turned to look at me and grinned. Then she saw her equally naked mother and gasped, her jaw hanging open.

“I’ll just sit over here,” Ms. Hartley said and sat in the egg-shaped chair, often called an egg chair, that hung on a chain extending from the ceiling near the foot of Erin’s bed.

“What’s up?” Erin asked, obviously shocked to see both of us naked in her bedroom.

“Your mom is going to watch us together,” I said. “She knows we’ve done everything two girls can do together, and she wants to see how much you enjoy it.”

As I moved to my young lover, she grinned and scooted over to make room for me. This was going to be wild.

Continue on to Chapter 55

Secrets, Chapter 14

  • Posted on October 19, 2016 at 1:11 pm

By Naughty Mommy

We were both quiet for a minute or two, lying naked together in the hotel room bed on a Wednesday afternoon, just thinking about things. Then Tina said, “Um, Shelly, can I tell you something about me and my mom, kind of a secret?”

“Well, sure, I suppose — but only if you think your mother would be okay with that.”

“Yeah, she would. It’s not a problem. She really likes you a lot. She keeps talking about having you and your daughter, Kerie, over to dinner and stuff. In fact, I’m supposed to make sure and arrange that today while we’re working on this special research project,” Tina grinned. “She insisted, made me promise.”

It seemed more than a little odd that Valerie had taken such an instant liking to me even though we barely knew one another. I really couldn’t figure that out. But, you know, whatever.

I nodded, and said, “Okay. So, what did you want to tell me about?”

“Well, it’s um, I mean… remember last week at the park, when you asked me if I masturbate?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And I said I did?”

“Yeah?”

“See, I, um, I do. Except not just by myself. I’ve done it with my mom too.”

My eyes went wide. “Really?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Wow.”

“We’ve done it, like, lots of times.”

“Wow,” I repeated. “So, um, how did, how did this get started?”

“Well, uh, it started last summer. I’d finished my first year of high school, and I was 14, and my mom said I was, like, old enough to stay up later than before if I wanted to. So, after Becky was in bed and asleep, sometimes she — me and my mom, I mean, we’d watch movies together. It was really fun. We made popcorn and she drank martinis. A couple times she let me have a sip from hers, but I didn’t really like it. It was too strong. So I just drank Cokes.”

“All right.”

“But anyway,” Tina said, “one night after the movie we were watching was over, we were flipping around the channels and, like, talking. It was pretty late, after midnight, and we suddenly came to this one channel that was showing a movie with, you know, with, um, two women having sex.”

“Wow, really?”

“Uh-huh. I mean, it wasn’t really hardcore or anything. I know what that is. But, you know, they were naked in bed and they were kissing and touching each other and stuff. We watched it for like thirty seconds, and then my mom turned off the TV. She said it was late and we really should go to bed. So we did.”

“Okay.”

“Except then, a couple days after that, we were up late again, and this time my mom deliberately turned to that same channel. I think it might even have been the same movie that was on the time before. Maybe not, I don’t know. But anyway, she left the TV on that channel and we watched. And then you know what happened?”

“What?”

“My mom started masturbating.”

“Really??” I was stunned.

“Uh-huh. She didn’t say anything and she didn’t look at me. She just pulled up her nightie and put her hand inside her panties and started playing with herself. I was sitting right next to her on the sofa. I could easily see what she was doing.”

“Oh my…”

“Yeah, and um, so she sat there and rubbed herself for a few minutes while we watched these women on TV having sex and stuff. Then, pretty soon, she closed her eyes and kind of moaned really loud. I could tell she was coming.”

“Wow.”

“I didn’t know what to do. It was, you know, really surprising — but also sexy too, in a way. You know what I mean?”

“Yes, absolutely,” I nodded. “It’s extremely sexy to watch another woman do that, make herself come. I’ve, uh, I’ve watched my sister do it, and it’s really hot.”

“You have?”

“Uh-huh. But go on with your story. What happened next?”

“Well, that first time, after she, um, had an orgasm, she sat there for a while with her eyes closed, just, you know, breathing hard and stuff. When she finally opened her eyes, she smiled at me, but she still didn’t say anything. We kept on watching the movie, and after a few minutes, she started doing it again. She masturbated again.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh. She actually did it three times that night, had three orgasms. I kept wondering if I should do it too, if that was what she wanted, but I was kind of afraid to ask her, or to do anything. So I just sat and watched.”

“You must have been getting pretty turned on, Tina.”

“Yeah, I was,” she grinned, “totally turned on. Later, after I got in bed, I came so hard. But then, all I did was watch. Until the next time, anyway.”

“The next time?”

“Well, um, after she came three times that night, she said she was sleepy and she was gonna go to bed. She said I could stay up and keep watching if I wanted to, but I decided not to. We turned the TV off, and then my mom said, that was really fun, a special night for the girls, and we should do it again soon.”

“And I guess you did?”

“Yeah, we did, maybe two or three days later. We watched a regular movie and then after it was over, my mom switched to the other channel, the one with the naked movies. It was a lesbian one again. I think that’s all they have, at least at that time of the night.”

“All right,” I nodded, “go on.”

“Anyway, this time, after she started playing with herself, my mother looked at me and sort of nodded, like giving me permission or encouraging me or something. So, you know, I went ahead and did it too. We masturbated together, sitting right next to each other on the sofa, watching porn. I was still pretty nervous, though, and I didn’t come as many times as she did. Not that time. But now I do. We’ve done it a lot since then.”

“Wow. That’s… pretty amazing.”

“I know,” said Tina. “You don’t think it’s bad, do you?”

“No, of course not. Anyway, how could I ever criticize someone, considering all the stuff I’ve done with my own daughter?”

“Yeah, I guess. Except, you know, I don’t think you’re doing anything bad with Kerie either. I really don’t.”

“You sound like Jae,” I smiled. “She’s always telling me there’s nothing wrong at all in what we’re doing, that we’re just showing each other love and affection.”

“I agree. I think she’s right,” said Tina.

“Well, anyway, thank you for telling me about you and your mother.” I gave the girl a kiss, then added, “It makes me feel better in a way, knowing I’m not the only one who, well, who does things some people might not agree with.”

“Yeah, and heck, as long as you’re having fun, why not? Right? That’s what my mom always says,” Tina grinned.

“Does she?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Fun. Hmm…”

I turned and looked at the clock radio by the bed, surprised to see how late in the afternoon it was. With all our talking and the delicious sex we’d had, the time had really flown by. We didn’t need to leave right away, but had only another twenty minutes or so.

“I want to tell you something else,” I said to Tina. “I’m going to share another secret with you, something no one in the world knows except me, because I only just decided it.”

“Ooh, goodie, what is it?”

“Well, um, up until now, when Kerie and I have, you know, been together, doing stuff, it’s been limited to just kissing along with some touching, fingering, and of course rubbing against each other until we come.”

“Uh-huh?”

“But, see, she, um, she asked me the other day if we could try oral sex.”

“Wow, really?”

“Yep, and I’ve decided, just now, that I’m definitely going to do that with her.”

“Yipes!”

“I know, it seems like a pretty big step. But I figure, why shouldn’t we? If she wants it, and I want it, how is that really any different from what we’ve already been doing?”

“Okay.”

“And like your mom says,” I chuckled, “as long as you’re having fun, why not, right?”

“Right,” Tina laughed. “Why not?”

We sat and smiled at each other. Then I said, “So, you and your mother, how often do you, um, masturbate together?”

“Well, in the summer, last summer, we did it maybe three or four times a week, at least. But now she only lets me stay up late on the weekends, you know, when it’s not a school night. Except for, like, during Christmas break and spring break, then we got to do it more.”

“Okay.”

“But right now it’s only once or twice a week.”

“That’s still a lot,” I said. “I mean, you must have come with her — I don’t how many times, but a lot, right?”

“Yeah, definitely. A lot.” Tina slid a hand down between her legs and was gently touching herself as we talked.

“So, do you ever… think about doing more with her?”

The girl’s eyes went wide. She licked her lips, hesitating. Then, in a whisper, she asked, “How did you know?”

I shrugged. “It just seems natural, I guess. When you’re watching lesbian porn together, masturbating, having orgasms, that would be the next logical step. Even if it is with your mom, or your daughter.”

“Yeah, I, I’ve thought about it,” she nodded. “A whole lot. I think about it all the time.”

“Okay.”

I decided, for now, not to ask Tina any more about that. If she wanted to discuss it, I would let her bring up the subject. Plus, it was just about time for us to go. We still had to put our clothes back on, fix our makeup, and then I needed to drop Tina off before driving myself home.

“Come on,” I said, patting her knee. “Hate to say it, but we really need to leave pretty soon.”

“All right.”

A few minutes later, as we were getting dressed, Tina said, “Um, Shelly?”

“Yeah?”

“When do you think you guys can come to dinner? You and Kerie? My mom’ll kill me if I don’t get that set up today.”

I laughed, “Well, I don’t want her to kill you. So how about if we say, uh, well, how about this Saturday? I think we’re free then.”

“Okay, sure, Saturday night sounds great. My mom will be so glad.”

 

Because I was running late and Kerie was waiting for me at home, I chose not to go inside with Tina but just dropped her off at the curb. She gave me a quick kiss on the lips, then got out of the car. I admired her cute legs, watching her trot up the steps in the denim mini.

She turned and waved before going through the front door of the lovely Victorian. I waved back, then drove off. On my way home, I thought about what I was going to say to my daughter that night, and what I was going to do with her.

Should I tell Kerie about Tina, that I’d made love with her in the hotel room? Yes, I decided, I really should. I didn’t want there to be any secrets between us, especially about things like that. And would tonight be the night for oral sex with my little girl? Yes, I nodded to myself, it would. I didn’t want to wait. I couldn’t wait.

I pulled into the driveway and headed inside.

“Hi, Mom!” Kerie called from the kitchen. “I made dinner again!”

“You did?” After putting my things down, I went in to see my beautiful daughter.

She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, standing barefoot on a stool in front of the stove, stirring a pot of tomato soup. The table was set with spoons and napkins and with bowls waiting to be filled. On the counter beside Kerie were two bologna sandwiches, each on a small plate.

Well, it wouldn’t be a gourmet dinner, and I didn’t care too much for bologna, but I could hardly fault my 8-year-old daughter. She was doing the best she could.

“What a sweetheart you are,” I exclaimed, hugging her and kissing her cheek. “Thank you for doing this!”

“You’re welcome,” Kerie smiled. I kissed her again.

“Will you dish up the soup?” she asked.

“Yes, of course I will. But, um, I’d like to change first, all right? That’ll just take me a minute.”

“Okay.”

I got out of my work clothes, returning shortly in a sheer nightgown with nothing underneath, perfume freshly applied.

“Wow,” said my daughter, eyes popping. “You look nice, Mommy.”

“Thank you, darling.”

I hugged her from behind, rubbing my breasts against her back. “Let’s enjoy this delicious dinner you made,” I purred, “and then we can play, okay?”

As we ate, we chatted about Kerie’s day in school. She told a funny story about her friend Cassidy, who’d tried a flip off the swings during recess and ended up landing on her bottom in a puddle. Fortunately, kids are durable and she wasn’t hurt at all, just a muddy mess.

I stacked the dishes in the sink when we were done. They could wait until later. I picked Kerie up in my arms, squeezing her again, kissing her mouth. “Mmm, let’s go, baby. I want you.”

Inside my room, I set her down and pulled back the covers on the bed. Then I quickly took off her shirt and shorts and undies. My little girl was naked.

“I want to leave my nightie on for now, okay? It makes me feel sexy,” I told her. She nodded.

We got in bed together, cuddling. I petted her and kissed her mouth. She was getting better all the time at using her tongue. It excited me.

My arousal continued to grow, but finally I pulled back, licking my lips, catching my breath. “God, I love kissing you. I love you, Kerie.”

“I love you too, Mommy,” she smiled. I nuzzled her nose.

“But before, um, before we do more, I want to talk just a little bit, about a couple of things.”

“Okay.”

“So, do you remember I told you last week about a woman I met who has two daughters, one 15 years old and the other 10?”

“Uh-huh, I remember. You said you were gonna tell ‘em about our game, maybe.”

“Well, yes, I think I might. I’d like to. In fact, I already have told one of them, the older girl, Tina. She’s, um, a sophomore at Lafayette, where I work. And, well, she and I have become friends, good friends. I’ve told her, secretly, about the things you and I do, about the game we play, and it made her very excited.”

“It did? Does she wanna do it with her mom?”

I nodded. “Uh-huh, I think she does. And maybe other things too, you know, like oral sex.”

“Oral sex? You mean with her mouth and stuff?”

“That’s right. But you know what else?”

“What?”

“I did that with her today, with Tina, what Aunt Jae did on her date with Rose, with Ms. Beddingdon — we had oral sex.”

“You did?” she smiled.

“Uh-huh.”

“At school?”

“No, not at school,” I chuckled. “We, uh, we met today, downtown. I left work early, and she and I went to a hotel together. We got a room, just for a couple of hours. That’s where we… did it. But this has to be a secret. See, I’m really not supposed to do things like that with, you know, with students. So you have to promise you won’t tell anyone about it.”

“I won’t.”

“Good.” I gave her a kiss. “Now, honey, the second thing. You asked me a few days ago if we could do that together, you and me, oral sex, right?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded eagerly. “I wanna try it, Mommy.”

Hearing Kerie say that and seeing the excitement in her eyes made my clit tingle. I squeezed my legs together as I nuzzled her nose. I kissed her again, my lips lingering.

When the long, warm kiss ended, I whispered, “I’m ready to do that now, with you. Okay?”

“Okay.”

Before continuing, I sat up and slipped off my nightie, tossing it aside. I wanted there to be nothing between us. Then I moved down on the bed, gently opening Kerie’s legs, marveling at how lucky I was. My daughter — my lover — was just so beautiful, so innocent and sweet. She had a little girl’s body, but was capable of responding like a woman sexually.

I gazed at her for a moment, at her smooth, hairless mound, her puffy labia. It nearly took my breath away. Between her lips was the small dark hole, and inside, a gleam of moisture. Her tiny pussy was wet.

“Oh, Kerie,” I sighed, and brought my mouth to her sex.

I started by kissing her. I kissed her puffy pussy lips, I kissed the tender insides of her thighs, I pushed Kerie’s legs up and kissed her butt cheeks, and I even kissed the pink rosebud of her anus. But mostly I kissed her labia. So warm and smooth, so soft and yielding, fragrant with girl-scent. I loved kissing her there.

After a minute or two, I used my thumbs to gently part her lips. Inside her slit, it was sticky and moist. I kissed her there.

“Ooh,” Kerie sighed.

I moved slightly lower and kissed the opening to her vagina.

“Ohhh,” she moaned.

I looked up. Her eyes were closed, mouth slightly open. She was on her back, head on a pillow, hands at her sides. She seemed to be concentrating everything on the feelings she was experiencing.

After kissing a few more times up and down inside her slit, my tongue made its first appearance. I licked gently around the rim of her vagina, tasting her. She was slippery and sweet. I let my tongue dip inside.

“Unghhh,” Kerie groaned.

I felt her body begin to tremble. I wasn’t certain I could make her come this way, licking her, but I was pretty sure I could. If my little girl could reach orgasm through tribbing, as she often did, and if I could bring her with my fingers, as I had several times, then I ought to be able to do it this way as well. I hoped that was so.

I probed inside her vagina, the tip of my tongue finding Kerie’s hymen and the small aperture in the center. I would let her remain a virgin, technically at least, for a while yet. No need to rush things.

After sucking at her pussy and hearing her moan again, feeling my daughter shiver beneath me, I moved up higher, toward her clit. I went back to kissing at first, just kissing with my lips, then a little bit of nibbling, and then my tongue began to explore, lapping at the soft pink folds.

Kerie was breathing faster. “Mommy, Mommy,” I heard her whisper.

I found the bud, circled around it with the tip of my tongue, kissed some more, nuzzled, nibbled, and sucked.

She was groaning more loudly, head beginning to whip back and forth, eyes squeezed tightly shut. Her face was red, teeth clenched. I sucked at her clit.

“Mommy,” she moaned, almost in a sob, voice catching.

As I continued sucking my child’s love bud, I placed a knuckle at the opening to her little pussy and pressed in, rubbing up and down. She was so wet and hot.

“Mmm, unh,” she gasped, short of breath.

I sucked and licked.

Suddenly she stiffened, her whole body going rigid. Kerie trembled, every muscle taut, then cried out in ecstasy as the orgasm burst through her.

I’d done it! I’d brought my daughter to climax using my mouth and tongue. I felt so proud. How many moms could say they’d accomplished that? Well, I thought to myself, in a perfect world, I suppose almost all of them could. But I knew that what Kerie and I had together was truly rare. I felt very fortunate.

As she came, I placed my mouth over her vagina, sensing her contractions with my tongue and lips. She tasted wonderful. When she was almost finished, I slid up beside my little girl, taking her in my arms, hugging and kissing her.

“Kerie, I love you so much,” I whispered.

I held her for a long time, petting and kissing, murmuring to her. She continued shuddering, trembling, sometimes moaning, but at last began to calm down. My daughter was cradled in my arms, her head on my bosom, knees pulled up. As her breathing slowed and her muscles relaxed, I wondered if she might be falling asleep. That climax seemed to have taken a lot out of her.

But then I felt something… small fingers on my breasts, gently caressing, fondling my nipples. They immediately stiffened. I loved the feel of her touch. With her eyes still closed, Kerie lowered her head slightly, taking one of my erect nipples into her mouth. She sucked. I groaned in pleasure.

“Mmm, yes, baby, so nice. That’s Mommy’s good little girl.”

For several more minutes, we nestled that way, Kerie drawn up in a ball, my arms around her, one hand patting and rubbing her bottom as she sucked my nipple. It was heavenly. I kissed the top of her head, told her how much I loved her. She made little num-num sounds as she feasted on my breasts.

Of course, this was not only a warm, intimate, bonding moment for us, but also one charged with sexual electricity. My clit was throbbing, aching to be touched, my pussy overflowing with gooey moisture. I wanted more, much more, yet I was reluctant to interrupt this lovely, perfect tableau. I waited, petting her hair, repeatedly squeezing my legs together, breath coming faster as my arousal grew.

Finally I could stand it no longer. I had to touch myself. I reached a hand down between my legs. I was utterly soaked. Warm, slippery liquid coated my pussy lips. I rubbed for a moment, relishing the feel, then brought the hand back up, placing it in front of Kerie’s face.

Carefully, I pulled her away from my breast and whispered, “Taste Mommy, baby girl. Taste Mommy’s pussy.”

Kerie eyes came open for the first time since her climax. She giggled, then took my fingers in her mouth, sucking and licking.

“You like how I taste?”

“Mm-hm,” she nodded.

“Want some more?”

“Mm-hm.”

I put the hand back between my legs, pushing inside the lips this time, dipping into my vagina, scooping up as much of my juices as I could, then fed them to Kerie. She sucked and tasted, swallowing, looking up at me, smiling happily.

“Do you want to try licking me now?” I asked.

She nodded.

“I want you to. I need it so bad.”

We shifted around on the bed. Kerie lay on her back and I mounted her, straddling her face. Pulling my pussy wide open with my fingers, I showed her my wet cunt.

“Lick Mommy’s clit,” I said. “Suck it the way you suck my nipples. then put your little fingers inside me and fuck my pussy, okay?”

She did as I asked. With no hesitation, my daughter began licking my clit, then sucking it. I rode her tongue, and when I felt her fingers reaching inside me, pushing inside, fucking me, I knew I’d be ready to climax very soon.

But I wanted to wait! It was so amazing to be there, doing what we were doing — finally having oral sex, my darling little girl actually eating my pussy — and I wanted to stretch it out if I could, enjoy the moment as long as possible.

I managed to ‘stretch it out’ for maybe thirty seconds, but that was all. It was impossible to wait any longer. I was shaking like mad, feverish with lust, every nerve on edge, straining to hold back — and then the dam burst.

I held Kerie’s head in my hands, pulling her mouth against me as I climaxed on top of her. Powerful spasms jolted my body, and I cried out in delirious ecstasy. This was the ultimate, coming on my baby’s face for the first time. I don’t think I’ve ever had a more satisfying orgasm.

It seemed to go on forever, but eventually the final surges faded away, all my energy drained. Every last bit of juice I could expel was on Kerie’s face, on her hands, or dripping onto the sheets.

I slid off and lay beside her, gathering her in my arms, holding my sweet child, kissing her mouth, tasting my pussy on her lips.

“Oh, Kerie, I love you so much. I love you so much.”

“Mmm… Mommy, Mommy, Mommy…”

Continue on to Chapter 15

Snow Angels, Part Two

  • Posted on October 18, 2016 at 3:17 pm

By Rebecka

It was half an hour later. Agnes and I sat side by side on the seat directly behind Mr. Sanford’s driver’s seat, wrapped in all four blankets, staring out the doors. Strangely, they hadn’t iced up the way the windows had. I didn’t understand it; I was just grateful.

“Do you think he’s okay?” I asked. The words came out barely recognizable. Both Agnes and I were erupting in uncontrollable spasms of shaking. I had my hands jammed in my pockets, and my chin buried in the zipped up collar of my coat. My legs were freezing inside the thin lining of my Levi’s; my toes were numb.

“Sure he is,” Agnes replied unconvincingly. “He’s probably reached a house, called the police, and is on his way back right now.”

Outside, the second flare sputtered and died. Without thinking, I stood up, yanked open the doors and dropped down into the well. We were starting on our second half hour. How long could someone, even well bundled up as Mr. Sanford was, survive in this cold? On the good side, I could still see where he’d plowed through the snow, which I hadn’t been able to fifteen minutes before. The wind blew just as hard, but there was less snow obscuring my vision. Unfortunately, the temperature hadn’t improved at all.

“Mr. Sanford?” I hollered. I heard nothing but the howling wind. Digging the flare out of my pocket, I freed the lid and struck the top across the button. Even before it had begun to properly spew fire, I pitched it into the flare crater, scrambled back up the steps and wrenched closed the door.

“Jesus Christ, it’s cold outside!” I jammed my hands back in my pockets and sat down beside Agnes. She immediately flung the blanket around my shoulders and secured it in the front. For the hundredth time, I cursed my stupidity in not bringing my gloves. No, what I cursed was my laziness in not looking for them this morning.

“Thanks,” I said through chattering teeth. As I had been for the last half hour, I was intensely aware of our close proximity…and the discomfort it caused us both. Agnes had remained quiet throughout the ordeal, speaking only in reply to a comment or question. It was driving me crazy. What was also driving me crazy was the growing certainty that I liked being wrapped in a blanket with her.

“What if he really doesn’t come back?” I moaned. I forcibly pushed aside the scenarios running in my mind about Mr. Sanford wandering around in circles, stepping into a hole and breaking his ankle, collapsing exhausted and frozen into a snow bank.

“Don’t talk like that,” Alice chattered back. “He’ll be fine. We just have to believe that.”

What I believed was just the opposite. But then I’d always been a pessimist. I always saw the worst possible outcome.

“Are you and Paul, like the real thing?” she asked unexpectedly.

I blinked, and then shrugged under the blankets. “Don’t know. Guess so, I guess. We like each other.” The truth was, Paul was more steady company for me than a boyfriend, and I was more a body to feel up and attempt to stick fingers and a prick into, though so far I’d successfully resisted the latter, much to Paul’s chagrin. So far, however, he’d come closer that anyone else to claiming my virginity.

“What about you?” I asked, not cruelly, but in an attempt to keep her talking. “Anybody special?”

She rolled her eyes. “Right. That’s gonna happen here.”

“What about before you got here?” I asked. She was only a year or so older a resident of Minnesota than I was. If Agnes had stood a chance of scoring a boyfriend anywhere, it had to be Florida.

She shrugged. “It was better there than here. At least there, I had some friends. Here I’m the only Jewish girl in the whole damned school.”

I cocked an eyebrow at her. “You really think that’s the reason? I’ve never heard anyone mention your religion before at all. I didn’t even realize you were Jewish. Not that it matters. It’s not like you’re black or Hispanic or anything.” I grinned. There were no blacks in our class, and only one or two Hispanics. In my old school in Atlanta, I had been in the minority.

“What do they talk about then?” she asked wryly. “My big nose?”

“No. About you being a lesbo.”

She was shocked wide-eyed, her mouth opening in protestation… until I laughed.

“Bitch! I can’t believe you said that. It’s not true, is it?”

Continuing to laugh, I shook my head. “Your secret is safe with me. Cross my heart and hope to die.”

She was red to the roots of her hair. “I’m not a lesbo. I’ve never been with a girl before. I don’t like girls.”

“You like me,” I interrupted.

“That’s different,” she said, pouting. “I just thought you’d be a nice person to talk to.”

“I’m not?” I wondered.

Her face redden even more. She mumbled, “I don’t know. I’ve never talked to you before.”

“We’re talking now,” I reminded her.

“Only because.”

“Only because is as good a reason as any,” I said. “Why not take advantage of it?”

She hunched under the blanket and leaned away from me. I took my hands out of my pockets, grabbed the overlapped ends of the blanket and pulled them tighter together. It forced her back against me.

“Maybe I like talking to you,” I said. “Have you considered that?”

She hunched her shoulders even more. “You didn’t seem to earlier.”

“I kinda got taken by surprise,” I said. “I never for a minute suspected you had any interest in me.”

Her face was now scarlet. I could actually — or imagined I could — feel the heat radiating off it. Slowly, I moved my left hand in search of her right, found it and forced my fingers between hers, entwining them together.

“I think maybe I like you having an interest in me, Agnes.”

Startled, she inched her head around. “What?”

I told her about my revelation of earlier, of discovering that I had suppressed my own interest, had experienced jealousy and insecurity, even about the battle of the voices.

She blinked at me slowly, guardedly.

“Do you think I’d lie about something like that? Under the present circumstances?” I scooted in tighter against her, found her other hand in the folds of blanket and gripped it also, though through a layer of blanket. I drew my legs up beneath me and sat on my feet; Agnes did likewise.

“These seats are really cold,” I said. “Let’s tuck the blankets under us.” Though difficult, with only one hand each to accomplish the task — the others desperately clutched the blankets together in the front — we somehow managed.

“Better,” I muttered. I dreaded when the flare burned out again and I’d have to get up and replace it. It couldn’t be more than twenty degrees in the bus. The cold was absolutely glacial. Breath billowed out whitely with each exhalation, almost looking crystalline. My teeth refused to stop chattering. Agnes was shaking like a tree in an earthquake.

“Maybe we should put our heads under the blanket,” she suggested.

“What a great idea,” I agreed, shouldering the blankets up and over my ears. Though we had to hunker over almost double, the blankets were just large enough to enshroud us like a cocoon. Right away I could feel a difference in my cheeks and nose, which embarrassingly, wouldn’t stop dripping. I sniffed loudly.

“God, I hope we don’t get frostbite.”

Agnes shook her head. “We should be okay as long as we have these blankets around us. The warmth of our breathing should bring the temperature up. I already feel warmer, don’t you?”

I hadn’t noticed any lessening of my shaking. It was like every muscle in my body had a needle stuck in it with an electric wire attached. I imagined this was what being electrocuted felt like. I found her hands again and gripped them tightly. “If we get out of this,” I said. “From now on, you and I are eating lunch together every day.”

She coughed out a laugh. “That’ll go over big with your friends.”

“Fuck my friends. They’re not trapped here with me on this bus. They’re home, safe and sound with their iPods and cell phones and boyfriends. Totally oblivious.” I turned to look at her in the darkness. “I’d like you to send me every one those emails, Agnes. I want to read all of them. I don’t know if I’ll reply to any of them — there were so many — but I’d like to know what you wrote.”

Agnes groaned.

“What?”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“Why?”

“You have no idea what I wrote in some of those emails, Ellen.” She hesitated saying my name, and I realized it was a first for her. “I really poured out my heart. Even if we were best friends forever,” she said anxiously, “there is no way I would have sent more than one in five of those emails. Mostly, they were my electronic diary.”

“So?” I objected. “I’d let you read my diary.”

“No, you wouldn’t. Diaries are private. Too private.”

I was quiet a moment. I wondered if I could even imagine the things she had written, or whether I wanted to. Maybe I was better off not knowing. On the other hand, I had never done anything worthwhile enough to start my own diary. An indicator of my shallowness?

“Can I tell you something?” I said.

“What?”

“I’ve never had a real girlfriend before. Someone I could share secrets with. Most of the people I hang around with are more interested in their nails or the skirt they bought last weekend or their hairdos than they are in listening to a friend’s problems… or even in being friends. The people I hang around with — including myself — are more plastic than Barbie.” I snorted. “Barbie is Mother Teresa compared to some of us.”

It was Agnes’s turn to be silent. I felt her obvious embarrassment, her uncertainty of how to respond to a confession like that. “Forget I asked. It’s not important,” I told her.

She was quiet a moment longer, and then asked in a hesitant voice: “Would you want to see the latest ones, or see them in order?”

I grinned in the darkness. “From the beginning, please. I’d like to see how your infatuation with me has progressed over the last five months.” I giggled, to make sure she knew I was joking. I heard her giggle back.

“Okay. That sounds cool.” I could hear the continued embarrassment in her voice, the uncertainty, but also a tinge of hope.

Responding to a command disguised as an impulse, I leaned sideways and attempted to find her mouth. When the reality of what I was doing hit her, I heard a gasp. She jerked away, but then, very slowly, leaned back toward me again. Made clumsy by the darkness, our mouths finally found each other. As soon as they touched, I closed my eyes and held my breath. Her lips were so soft, their touch so timid. My shoulders reacted to a shiver. I drew her closer while I bent my head farther sideways and increased the pressure on her lips. I knew with certainty that she had never been kissed before, not like this, not by someone attracted to her. My heart pounded. I felt incredibly squirmy, as though my body might at any moment wrest control from my mind and attack the object of its desire. As many boys as I’d kissed, not one had lit a match to my insides like Agnes was doing. It felt like a flare had erupted.

“Oops,” I said breathlessly, breaking the kiss. My lips screamed at me in protest. “I forgot about the flare. I need to check it.”

I could feel Agnes’ rapid breath on my cheek; practically hear her heart beat in her chest. She had begun to shake again, but in a different manner than she had previously. The way I was now shaking,

“Thank you,” she whispered, and not about the flare.

I kissed her quickly and pulled the blanket down so that I could check outside. Sure enough, the flare had gone out. I was startled how frigid the air had become outside our little cocoon. Digging in my pocket, I extracted the third and final flare from the open package, shrugged out of the blanket, stumbled to me feet and dropped down into the well. Agnes grabbed the lever through the folds of blanket and worked the doors open even as I freed the plastic cap and struck it across the chemical button. It took two tries. This time, instead of pitching the flare out into the snow, I held it above my head and scanned the nightmarish landscape. Despite Mr. Sanford’s assurances otherwise, it looked like the backside of the moon.

“Mr. Sanford!”

Listening, I heard nothing but the shriek of wind and the hissing, popping flare. The wind had not diminished since the last time I’d looked outside but, though I wasn’t positive, it appeared that most of the snow in the air was being torn from the tops of snowdrifts and from the bare braches of trees. I gauged the visibility at twenty yards, roughly twice what it had been before. Encouraged, I yelled again, waved the flare back and forth over my head and, after listening carefully and squinting against the wind, pitched it forward into the crater. I was surprised when Agnes joined me in the well.

“Do you see him?” she asked.

“No,” I had to admit, dully. “The snow is letting up, though.”

“I can see that. How deep do you think it is?”

I liked having her standing there with me; the cramped floor space meant we had to be in contact. To my surprise — and pleasure — she wrapped the blanket around me and held it closed with her arms around my lower rib cage. Even through the thickness of her parka and mine, I could feel the pressure of her small breasts against my back. That, and a smile I couldn’t restrain, made my face redden.

“Three feet, maybe,” I mumbled. Reaching up, I located her hands in the folds of blanket and gripped them. I drew her to me; she nuzzled her cheek next to mine, her chin over my shoulder and I shuddered, and not from the cold. I shivered twice as hard when a moment later she kissed my neck just below the jaw line, to which I responded automatically by squirming and trying to squeeze her out, giggling. My face grew fiery hot.

“Stop that!” I protested.

“You can’t be afraid someone will see,” she said teasingly.

“I’m not! I’m ticklish!” I giggled when she kissed me again, then spun about inside her arms and wrapped my arms around her waist. I looked directly into her chocolate-brown eyes. It hadn’t occurred to me before that we were the same height. She leaned forward and kissed me. I kissed her back.

“Mr. Sanford would die if he came back to this,” she said, mischievously.

“More like, he’d die to see this,” I argued. “Men get off on girls kissing girls.”

“More like, you giving a blow-job to your boyfriend would get him off.”

“He’s not my boyfriend. And I’ve never given him a blow-job.”

Despite the levity, my face reddened again. Purposefully or not, Agnes knew how to make me squirm. It seriously made me squirm wondering where this was going, and just where it would end up. As much as I’d like to believe myself a courageous person, I couldn’t see us walking down the school corridors, hand in hand, smiling contentedly. She read my thoughts — or my expression.

“Were you serious about being friends? I don’t expect you to suddenly declare yourself to the world as being in love with me.” My face blistered again. “I’ll be happy just to be talked to,” she went on, smiling shyly, “maybe invited to your table once in a while for lunch. I don’t expect you to humiliate yourself. I’ve seen too many movies to expect everything just to fall in place. Considering that you want things to fall in place.”

Despite my embarrassment, I maintained a connection between brain and tongue. “I wouldn’t be standing here with my arms around your waist unless I was genuinely attracted to you, Agnes. It took something like this tonight to make me step back and take a hard look at myself. I’ve never been happy with guys. I’ve known that for a long time, but never allowed myself to see past the disgruntlement to figure out where it was coming from. I’m not even sure that’s a word, but I can’t think of one better to describe how I’ve been the last four years. Ever since I grew boobs. Ever since guys started pestering me. You know how girls talk about nothing but guys and sex?” I grinned at her dour expression. “Well, I’ve never been into guys like all of my girlfriends are. My enthusiasm was just a little bit made up. I just wouldn’t let myself admit what I really was interested in.”

I bit my lip. Had I just told a lie? The truth was, I seemed no more attracted to girls than I was to guys. If I was being honest with myself, could I remember a single instance of looking at a girl and being sexually attracted to her? I didn’t think so. Except for Agnes.

“Maybe…” I said haltingly. “Maybe what I am is not really a lesbian, but someone who responds to only one certain person. That person could be a guy, or someone of my own sex. It wouldn’t really matter, as long as the response is genuine. The truth is, I’ve never responded to anyone until now. I think maybe you’re my person, Agnes. You may be my soul mate. Does it feel that way to you?”

I didn’t know what her response would be, but it couldn’t have been better than Agnes closing her eyes, leaning in and kissing me like I was a princess. The air evacuated my lungs without me breathing, my knees turned to Jell-O and everything inside me melted, like chocolate. It honestly felt as though Agnes was holding me up. I was beyond pliable.

“Mmmmm,” I moaned weakly. Agnes ran her hand up my back and cupped the back of my neck. I moaned again. I was trembling, trembling pitifully. On their own authority, my hands moved up her sides and located and took possession of her firm, small breasts. Now Agnes began to moan. The flare had once again ignited in my gut and I swear I had the horrible, maddening desire to be naked inside that blanket with her, for her to be naked.

I fought my hands to keep them on the outside of her coat, rather than unzipping it as they wanted to do. Never before in my life had I wanted hands touching my bare breasts like I did now. When our mouths opened and allowed the melding of our tongues, it was the most wonderful moment I had ever experienced. I stopped breathing and I swear my heart stopped beating. How long we remained with own mouths joined and our tongues dancing, I don’t know. The passage of time had no meaning. When finally we did break, we both stood panting, foreheads together, our breathing ragged and irregular. It was a long time before I opened my eyes.

“Don’t you ever kiss anybody else like that,” I rasped out. “Don’t you ever.”

She laughed weakly. “I don’t know how to kiss. At least, I didn’t know I did. I’ve only kissed one boy before, and that was like two years ago; a kiss so he wouldn’t have to embarrass me by shaking my hand. I didn’t know anything could be like that,” she said, laughing. “I think I had an orgasm.”

I laughed, she joined me and we didn’t stop laughing for a full minute. I glanced briefly over my shoulder, both to check the flare, and to make sure we didn’t have an unexpected audience. The truth was, I was so wet between my legs that I might as well have had an orgasm. It was embarrassing. I’d be supremely embarrassed to have her know she’d done that to me. Not ever having experienced an orgasm before, I couldn’t wait to experience one with her. I told her so.

Blinking, she turned red. “Obviously, I never have,” she muttered.

“Not even by yourself?” I wanted to know.

Intimidated, she shook her head.

“Well, I haven’t either. Obviously, I’ve been saving that for you.”

Now she really did turn red.

The flare burned out during our next kiss. Reluctantly, I surrendered her breasts (she had yet to touch mine, unfortunately), dug in my pocket for the unopened package of flares, and struggled ineffectually to get it open. Finally, knowing I had no choice, I turned around (grumpily), freed my hands of the blankets and wrestled the package open. I did so at the expense of two of my nails.

“Motherfucker,” I mumbled irritably. Then I gasped and jumped a little bit as Agnes released the blankets, put her hands over my breasts, and cupped them through my coat. My face turned red with the unexpected pleasure of it. I was amazed how natural her hands felt on my breasts. “I like that,” I said gratefully.

She whispered in my ear: “I liked it when you held mine. Sorry to cheat you. I definitely got the better part of this exchange.”

“Stop it,” I said, going beet red once again. After the scalding it taken in the last few hours, I was surprised I had any face left to burn.

With Agnes meticulously acquainting herself with my chest, I removed a flare from the pack, returned the others to my pocket, broke loose the plastic top without bothering to peel the red banding first and struck the button. I had to make myself search the snowscape for any sign of Mr. Sanford, call his name twice into the emptiness, and listen for any response over the persistent wind. I was really becoming upset, as was Agnes.

Where the hell was he? Why hadn’t he come back? Should we go out looking for him? I voiced this last question to Agnes, who bit her lip.

“Do you think we should?”

“I think, we’d end up just like he did,” I admitted, sorrowfully. I was back to blocking visions of him lost in the snow. I didn’t know how anyone could last five minutes out there, much less forty-four minutes. I was beginning to loose whatever hope I’d had. Depressed, I pitched the flare into the ever-widening crater.

*****

Back in our little cocoon, we passed the time kissing and making romantic small talk. I told her about my miserable love life, she told me about her non-existent one. We played with our inside set of hands; the outside set were instructed not to release the overlapped blankets under penalty of death. Inside our little cocoon, it became warm enough so that we both stopped shaking. In an unguarded moment, I made a chancy admission.

“I’d like to lose my virginity to you, Agnes.”

I felt her stiffen, her breath stopping momentarily. “Really?” she whispered.

“If we were in bed, I’d be all over you. I’d give you a great big hickey right here.” Awkwardly unzipping her coat six inches with my left hand, I touched the side of her neck, right between her jaw line and shoulder. On impulse, I leaned in close and attached my mouth to the very spot. I waited for her reaction.

“My mom would kill me.”

“Maybe, but I bet she’d celebrate too,” I said laughing. I felt the tempo of her breathing quicken, grow deeper, her heartbeat accelerate. Consciously or not, her head tiled away from me, invitingly and I reattached my mouth to her neck. I sucked lightly, letting my teeth touch her skin.

“I want you to do it,” she said raggedly. “But I also know that tomorrow everybody in school is going to be talking about Bus 9899 and how Agnes Ahlberg and Ellen Olson were the only two students on it when it crashed. Everyone, you boyfriend included, will know where this came from. They won’t think that Mr. Sanford gave it to me.”

Fuck, I thought irritably. “Then I’ll just have to put it somewhere no one will see it.”

Releasing the blankets, I found the tab of her zipper and pulled it halfway down her chest. She gasped, and then gasped again when my fingers sought out the upper two buttons on her blouse and released them. Pushing aside the collar, baring her shoulder, I placed my mouth alongside her bra strap and began to suck, sinking in my teeth and drawing her flesh into my mouth. She groaned, and then groaned louder as my right hand stole inside her parka, freed another button on her shirt and slid inside. Her breast was even smaller than I’d thought; unable to cup it, I simply laid my hand over it and enjoyed the warm firmness of her flesh.

Releasing her grip on the blankets, Agnes placed both hands on my waist; the unsecured blankets fell away, exposing our heads. Without releasing her shoulder, I twisted to look momentarily out the door and then returned full attention to her hickey and breast. My own right breast, found through the thickness of my coat, filled her hand. A moment later, her hand slid up beneath the waist of my coat, under my sweater and up to my bra-covered breast. I protested when the hand didn’t stop there but released the front catch on my bra and released me.

“No!” I complained, releasing her skin. In the reflected glare of the burning flare I could make out an oval bruise, darkening nicely. I fought to get my hand under her bra but was an instant behind her own hand. She laughed as she claimed first prize.

“Bitch! I was first.”

“You were slow,” she taunted.

“I was preoccupied,” I corrected. She had my nipple between her fingertips and was rotating it gently back and forth. It obediently hardened for her. I curled my fingers and found her own little fingertip. It was nice and hard, and surprisingly big. I could tell from sense of feel that her areole was small, the size of a quarter, maybe, and delightfully rough. I tweaked her nipple playfully; she tweaked mine. We both said “Ouch” together and laughed. To my chagrin, she reached up her back and popped the catch on her bra. It loosened over my hand and I fondled her nipple with complete freedom.

“If someone were to see us now, I’d be very embarrassed,” she said.

“Me too,” I agreed. Ignoring the cold, I unzipped her coat and pushed the left side over her shoulder. As she protested weakly, I finished unbuttoning her shirt, and opened it also, forcing it over her left shoulder. I raised her bra, exposing her breast to both the cold, and my hungry gaze. The blankets had settled around our waists, leaving us completely exposed to view.

“You’re not going to take off my shirt,” she said with some alarm.

“You’re right. I’m not going to.” Placing my left hand in the middle of her back, and my other against her left shoulder, I pushed and pulled at the same time, forcing forward the left side of her chest. Grinning, bending over, I placed my lips around her nipple and sucked it into my mouth. She groaned pleasingly. If I were a boy, I’d have a raging hard-on. Instead, I had flutters in my belly and a sopping wetness between my legs. Again, I felt the dread of acute embarrassment. Never had I been so wet. Never had I known such wetness was possible. I was a wetness factory. I desperately hoped that Agnes suffered the same problem.

Releasing her nipple, I kissed it gently on the tip and ran my tongue around the border of her areole. It was very dark, the exact size of a quarter, and perfectly round. Tiny bumps gave it a moonscape look. Between the cold and my attention, it had shriveled and hardened in a way I knew must ache terribly. I knew that because my own nipples ached terribly. Leaning back, I observed my handiwork.

“I can’t even begin to tell you how aroused I am,” she whispered huskily. Forcing her shirt back over both shoulders, while at the same time lifting her bra out of the way with my thumbs, I completely bared her petite breasts to any eyes capable of observing them. She was tiny, smaller even than my twelve-year old sister. Why that should excite me was a puzzle. I guessed it was one reason for her inferiority complex. I’d feel inferior with breasts that small, too. But maybe it wasn’t the size that mattered; maybe it was because they were mine, never having been seen before nor touched. My property, as mine were unquestionably hers.

“You’re embarrassing me,” she said, reddening as I ogled. “Imagine if Mr. Sanford walked up to the door right now.”

I continued admiring her breasts. “I’m sure he wouldn’t complain.”

“I’m sure he wouldn’t congratulate me, either,” she said, wryly. “The flare just went out.”

“Fuck,” I sighed in the sudden darkness. I looked over my shoulder, back at her breasts, over my shoulder again and then far off into the darkness where an hour before, Mr. Sanford had disappeared. I had two flares left. I needed to light one. Mr. Sanford might even now be trudging the final twenty yards to the bus, blinded by my inactivity.

Releasing her shirt and bra, I grabbed the blankets and pulled them up around her shoulders. “Get the door?” I asked.

“Sure.” Rising, she shuffled to the lever and grabbed it through the protection of the blankets. My teeth were chattering, and the air stealing through the V of my unzipped jacket had gooseflesh erupted all across my chest and my nipples hard as diamonds. I wouldn’t doubt they’d cut glass. I didn’t want to try. Reaching inside my shirt, I closed the clasp on my bra and zipped my coat all the way up to my chin. Once warm in our little cocoon again, Agnes could free me and do as she pleased. The thought excited me terribly.

Igniting the flare, I held it high and waved it back and forth, yelling for Mr. Sanford at the top of my lungs. Agnes joined in, and I felt sure that if Mr. Sanford were somewhere out there stumbling around, we’d surely catch his attention. A futile five minutes later, I pitched the flare across the snow and backed up the steps into the bus. Agnes closed the doors again. We spent another silent minute watching without hope. We both knew the score. Mr. Sanford had either frozen to death, gotten hopelessly lost, or was unable to find his way back through the raging storm. Both the wind and snowfall had wound up to their prior intensity and reinstituted the white-out. Unable to stand it anymore, I guided Agnes toward the bench and we sat down.

“We’re alone, aren’t we?” she asked.

“Until they find us,” I said morosely.

She looked at me with tears in her eyes. Putting my arms around her shoulders beneath the blanket, I drew her to me; she laid her head on my shoulder and whimpered softly.

“I don’t want to die, Ellen.”

“We’re not going to die, Agnes. Once we wrap ourselves up in the blanket, we’ll be fine. Remember: it can’t get any colder inside the bus than it is outside. When we cocoon ourselves, we might as well be camped around a toasty campfire. Believe me,” I said, laughing. “If there were marshmallows here, we could roast them over each other’s red-hot coals.”

Giggling, she nodded enthusiastically. “What you did to me a little while ago? I thought I’d spontaneously combust, I swear I did. My heart was pounding like a heavy metal drum set. This is my first time doing anything. No one has ever even seen my breasts, not even my mom. Well, except at school, that is,” she said, her humor failing. “God, I hate gym.”

Steering the conversation away from this uncomfortable subject, I said: “You know, my brother has pictures of me in the nude.”

Her head snapped up. “What?”

I nodded dejectedly. “Little prick. I took pictures of myself one afternoon after school, last October. We all did. My group at school. Really stupid, I know, but…” I shrugged. “You know how girls are.”

She smiled, dryly.

“Anyway, the agreement was that we’d email them to everyone in the group, to prove that we did it, password protected, you know, so that no one but us would get to see them. We all promised never to show them to anyone else, under penalty of death. Worse actually; anyone who broke the rules and let someone not in the group see them…” I drew my finger across my throat. “The rest of us would strip her naked in the Whole Foods Supermarket in town and make her run up and down the isles naked.” I giggled. “I’ve done that before you know: in my bra and panties.”

She looked at me like I’d lost my mind. “Another girl thing,” I said. “You better get used to it if you plan to hang with me. We do some pretty stupid things.” I grinned, devilishly. “Some pretty exciting things too. I could see you Isle Running. You’d be a natural, Ag.”

She guffawed, her face reddening. “And why would I ever want to do that?”

“Because I do?”

She looked thoughtful. “I’m not sure your friends are ready for me to go ruining their fun, Ellen. I’d look ridiculous, running up and down an isle in my underwear. Any guy who saw me would fall down on his butt, laughing his head off. I’m not exactly a Victoria’s Secret model.”

“Don’t sell yourself short,” I chided. “You’re a lot better looking than you think you are. And sexier, too. You know Dana?” I asked, referring to Dana Hillborne, the latest addition to our group.

Agnes nodded carefully.

“She was a lot like you, until last spring when Tricia and Bodie invited her to a party. Shy, unsure of herself, doubtful. Now she’s as stupid and reckless as the rest of us. And accepted,” I added significantly. “Once someone invites you into the gang, you become one of us.” I waited out her hesitation. “If that makes you uncomfortable, I’m fine with a gang of two. You and me. I don’t need stupid and reckless to make me happy.”

She blinked, tears brimming her eyes. “You’d do that for me? Really?”

My own eyes teared. “I’d do just about anything for you. Believe me.”

Embarrassed, she looked away, trying unsuccessfully to fight her grin. To keep from embarrassing herself further, she said: “Tell me about your brother. How’d he find your pictures? Did he find all of them? Or just yours?”

I winced. “I kept all the other photos in their protected files, but hid mine in my user folder, in a folder labeled — are you ready for this? Naked Pictures of Myself!” I laughed caustically. “Can you imagine my brother’s face? Can you imagine anyone being that stupid?” I laughed again, and now she joined me. “I was so humiliated a month later when I snuck into his room and signed onto his laptop and found a picture of myself posing topless. He had set it as his goddamn desktop! I about died. I actually shrieked, the moron that I am, and thank God there was no one else in the house. Thank God, he wasn’t in the house! Can you imagine him catching me?

“Anyway, they were all there, in a folder on his desktop called Ellen Nude. He wanted me to find them, of course. He purposely disabled the sign-on screen so that I could get right to the desktop without any problem. He knows what a snoop I am. He skunked me, and he knows it.”

Trying to hide her mortification, Agnes said: “How do you feel about it, knowing he’s seen you nude? Doesn’t it bother you?”

“It does,” I admitted. “And it doesn’t.”

She looked at me, mystified.

“You don’t have any brothers,” I guessed. “If you did, you’d know.” Changing the subject again, I asked: “Have you ever snapped yourself nude?”

Her eyes widened in horror. “No way! Are you kidding me?”

I shook my head. “The first time I get you alone, I’m making you do a striptease. Right down to your birthday suit, little girl. Not just that,” I went on, ignoring her look of panic, “But I’ll dress you first in this really sexy, slutty schoolgirl outfit: white shirt, black mini skirt, black thigh-highs, really sexy bra and panties. Do you even own a pair of thigh-highs? A thong? How can you not own a thong? I have a drawer full of them. Well, I used to,” I said, shrugging. “They’re out of fashion now.”

Without looking first, I arose and undid my belt, lowered my zipper and ran my jeans down to mid-thigh. Although her eyes bugged out, and she blinked disbelievingly, she didn’t try to make me stop. I looked down at my beige panties and said: “I mostly wear hip-huggers now. Or boy-shorts. Boy-shorts are so cool.” I unzipped my parka and pulled up my sweater, revealing the matching bra I wore underneath. Her eyes grew bigger and her mouth formed a perfect O. I just had to laugh at her. “What are you wearing?”

She shook her head empathically.

“I showed you mine,” I objected. Slowly, I wiggled back into my jeans and pulled up the zipper. To my surprise, my sweater had remained pushed up over my bra, and I purposely thrust out my chest before pulling it back down and smoothing it over my tummy. My heart was going a million miles an hour. I wanted so badly for Agnes to get up and mimic me. I was ready to beg.

Gulping loudly, still continuing to shake her head back and forth in denial, even as she got awkwardly to her feet, Agnes let the blankets slide off her shoulders to the seat cushions. Then, hesitantly she touched the buttons of her shirt. At some point over the past fifteen minutes, she had also refastened her bra, closed the buttons on her shirt and tucked in her tails. I could see her breathing with difficulty. I could see the thud of her heartbeat in a vein in her neck. I smiled, remembering the tattoo I’d left right beside her bra strap. Her eyes followed mine.

“You better hope no one sees that,” she grumbled. “You went a little overboard, didn’t you? It looks like a black hole. It’s threatening to devour my entire shoulder.”

I laughed. “I’d be a lot more worried about the next one I intend to give you, Ag. That one will be a lot more visible than the one on your shoulder…and a whole lot more compromising,” I added, laughing wickedly.

I moved toward her, two very deliberate steps, raising my hands. She retreated, running up against the seat cushion. “Ellen,” she warned, her voice cracking into the falsetto range. “Don’t you dare!” She squat down to retrieve the blankets and wrapped them around herself protectively. “I’m warning you! Stay away from me!”

Grinning, I slowly drew the two sides of the blankets aside, and stepped into her personal space.

Continue on to Part Three

Mother and Daughter

  • Posted on October 17, 2016 at 2:06 pm

By hornykate

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in July 2012 }

My fascination with my daughter Jenny’s panties started two years ago. She was eight, and in those days I’d regularly get a pair of her panties from the wash basket and take them to bed, and there I’d smell, lick and suck on the gusset until I quietly but intensely orgasmed. Sometimes after I came, I’d inch them into my cunt and fall asleep with them partially inside me. Once I actually worked them into my anus (but only once!).

I think I may have been developing an obsession (!), and for two years I’d been thinking of how to move things on without putting the fear of God into her. After all, she’s my daughter and I love her with all my heart. But, maybe irrationally, I didn’t want Jenny to learn about sex at the hands of some young spotty adolescent who wouldn’t appreciate my little girl as he manhandled her secret parts.

And then one night, something happened.

I’d gone to bed  with a pair of Jenny’s panties, as normal. I’d chosen a particularly cute pair, always turned me on more.

I’d hardly started with my routine when the door slowly opened and in came little Jenny. There was no reason for her to come to me. It’d happened before in times of stress; thunderstorms, bad dreams, the usual. But tonight? All was calm, as was she. And there she was, in my bed, in her little makeshift pyjama set — a sky blue T-shirt with matching loose-fitting shorts.

I asked if she was okay, and she whispered “yes,” then after awhile she was asleep.

I felt I was in new territory. I was in new territory. I couldn’t very well start masturbating with Jenny’s panties while she was so close to me… but I was feeling so horny.

I spoke to her again, no response. I put my hand on her leg and gently shook it, no response.

I kept my hand on her leg, just above the knee. She had quite thin legs, typically gangly, on the verge of filling out and becoming womanly. I stroked her leg in a motherly fashion (I told myself) but my touches were increasing in proportion to my heart rate.

Her legs were already slightly parted, but then they eased open slightly more. Was she asleep? This was so risky.

I softly whispered her name again. Nothing.

I was now stroking the inside of her left thigh, the one nearest to me, slowly moving my hand higher, to what end I hadn’t figured out. Where was I going? What was I doing? Then the magical moment when my fingers slipped beneath her shorts and I felt the wisps of soft pubic hair. When did I last see her naked? Why was I surprised that she had pubes? It was like stroking a peach.

By this point I’d eased her left leg over my right. I felt like I was falling down a ravine as my fingers gently touched her virgin cunt. And there was my second surprise. She was wet. She felt wet and open. I softly, gently continued my caressing, amazed at my own temerity, at my willingness to seduce my own daughter.

“Mummy?”

I froze. I stopped. Stock still. Like a statue. The only part of me that continued moving was my thumping heart.

“That feels nice, Mummy.”

I didn’t feel any sense of relief at her words. I think I was still in shock.

“Don’t stop, Mummy, please.”

Had she been awake all this time? It didn’t really matter, she was clearly awake now.

“Baby,” I said, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be doing this.”

But I still hadn’t moved my hand. And then I felt Jenny’s hand on mine.

“Don’t stop,” she said again.

So I carried on stroking her wet little cunt. Her arms came above the bedclothes and pushed them down, until we were completely uncovered. I’d moved my hand so I was inside her shorts from the top, this felt more comfortable. I was cupping her little sex while my middle finger was caressing her clit. Her breathing deepened, as did mine.

I had to talk, we couldn’t continue this in silence. I had a feeling that if we carried on in silence, then went to sleep in silence, we’d wake up in silence.

“Are you okay, baby?” I asked.

“Yes, it feels wonderful,” Jenny said.

“Don’t worry, Mummy,” she continued, as if she was reading my mind. “this is our secret.”

My finger was now inside her cunt. Her whole sex was so wet, I almost couldn’t believe it.

“I want to taste you,” I whispered, “I want to lick you, would you like that?” She just nodded.

“Tell me.” I said. “Tell me you want me to taste you.”

“I want you to taste me, Mummy, I want you to lick me.”

She was lying on her back, I eased her T-shirt up to reveal her little tits. They were small but evident but as she lay back, they were as flat as a two year old’s. I licked her nipples, and kissed down her stomach.

“I want you so much,” I told her as I moved even lower down her body. “Are you sure about this?” I asked.

“Surer than anything,” she said and I metaphorically leaped into the ravine as I put my head between her legs.

I kissed her on her inner thighs, tracing the hard sinews that joined her thighs to her pelvis, and I was shaking as I took the first taste of my beautiful daughter. She spread her legs as wide as she could and a whole world of possibilities opened up before us.

*****

We woke in the morning, not to silence but to smiles and a hug. I’d gone down on my ten year old daughter and made her come twice. The thought made me wet.

I pulled her to me and wrapped my arms around her little body and we held each other. Her pyjamas had disappeared in the night, and we lay naked in each other’s arms.

I eventually went for a shower, and then downstairs to make breakfast. There were still chores to do. She was off to school, though I’d decided to skip work. I would’ve been useless anyway.

It was when she came into the kitchen that the reality of what we’d done really hit home, for she was in her school uniform and she looked, once again, like my ten year old daughter. Just a little girl.

She seemed fine, but I was fast becoming a mess. I held it together til she’d gone (a friend’s mother came to pick her up) but once I was alone, I cried. It wasn’t a cry of despair, or sorrow, or even happinness. I don’t know why I cried, I just did. It was as though I’d hit my mental funny bone, and I didn’t know whether to laugh OR cry.

I got through the day, but as the time went on I became increasingly anxious. Would Jenny be okay when she got home? Would she be thinking about me? About our night together?

Eventually the door opened and closed. Jenny walked into the living room where I sat, tense as a carriage spring. And she came and knelt in front of me. We looked at each other, just gazing into each other’s eyes.

“Is everything okay, baby?” I asked, in what sounded like a hoarse whisper.

“Everything’s wonderful Mummy.” A slight pause. “Isn’t it?”

Then I did what I should’ve done last night, but surprisingly didn’t. I kissed her. Imagine a hot summer’s day when the heat makes everything seem silent and still, and you see a butterfly alight on a flower. That’s how delicate our first kiss was.

“My heart’s beating so fast,” I whispered between kisses.

“So’s mine,” she whispered back.

So I put my hand on her little chest and felt her heart through her school blouse, then kissed her more deeply. I opened my mouth and she did the same and then we were kissing like lovers. Our tongues touched, nervously, like debutantes at the first dance. I’d stopped feeling her heart now, but was instead stroking her breasts, her small, beautifully formed breasts. I could feel the fabric of the training bra we’d only recently bought. My mouth left hers and I began kissing her cheek, her neck, then I was kissing and licking her ear and she was literally panting. I whispered her name in her ear. I kept saying it.

“Oh Jenny, Jenny, Jenny. I want you so much, baby. I’ve been thinking about this for so long.”

“How long, Mummy?” All this was in soft tones.

“Dont hate me for this baby, but since you were eight, I’ve wanted you.”

“Oh, Mummy. I want you, too.” While we’d been kissing, Jenny’s hands had been resting on my knees, and she now slowly began easing my skirt up my legs. Then I felt her right hand stroking my thigh, higher and higher, til she was caressing my inner thigh.

“Touch me.” I whispered, and she did. Her fingers began stroking my cunt through my panties, which were soaked.

“You’re wet, Mummy.”

“It’s how you make me feel, baby.”

She moved her head to whisper into my ear, “I’m wet too, Mummy. And that’s how you make me feel.”

We kissed again, both of us moaning and whimpering into each other’s mouths. I slid my hand beneath her short pleated skirt and, with little ceremony, into her little panties. And she was wet. I slid a finger inside her and I could feel on my hand that the insides of Jenny’s thighs were slippery with her juices.

She had by now worked her way around the front of my knickers and had a finger in my cunt, sliding it in and out.

“Taste me.” I said, “put your finger in your mouth and taste me.”

And she did. Then she did it again, and again.

“I like how you taste, Mummy,” she said.

We kissed again, tongues meeting. I wanted to drink her saliva, I wanted to taste her cunt, I wanted to drink her piss, I wanted everything. I wanted to devour her, completely, I felt so boundlessly in love with her.

That afternoon on the sofa in the living room, we did taste each other. I went down on her, and, at her insistence, she went down on me. It’s a sin, I know. It’s wrong, I know. But looking down at my ten year old daughter, head between my open legs, as she licked my cunt, it wasn’t a sin. It wasn’t wrong. It was the most right thing in the world. I didn’t want to dominate her life, I didn’t want to abuse her. I wanted to teach her. I wanted to love her. I wanted us to love each other. And we do. We feel complete.

And I still take her panties to bed.

The End

Happenstance, Chapter 6

  • Posted on October 16, 2016 at 3:24 pm

By No One

The next day, at lunch break, Melina was sitting at a table with Abbie and their friend Alicia, as per usual. She had not had the opportunity to have that talk with Abbie yet, or perhaps more honestly, she had not had the courage to create that opportunity.

She had considered calling the girl the previous night, but had ended up deciding that she needed more time to think about what she wanted to say exactly. Now, half a day later, she didn’t feel any more confident at all. On the contrary, the thought of trying to express her feelings to Abbie filled her with dread. In any case though, she couldn’t very well start blurting this stuff out in front of Alicia anyway.

“Oh hey, Anna’s over there,” Abbie said suddenly, nodding towards a table on the other side of the cafeteria. “I need to talk to her about something,” she added as she got to her feet, leaving Melina silently fuming next to her.

“Okay, tell her I said hi,” Alicia said as Abbie walked away.

“What, are you friends with that bitch too?” Melina spat out before she could restrain herself. She regretted the harsh words as soon as they were out of her mouth.

Alicia stared at her with eyes wide as saucers. “Whoa! What? Is this Melina Thompson using the B-word? What did Anna do to you? Kill your cat?”

Melina cursed herself for opening her mouth at all. “No, she… nothing. I just… don’t like her,” she mumbled.

Her friend looked at her dubiously, then turned to glance over her shoulder at where Abbie and Anna were now talking, before turning back to Melina with an even more suspicious expression on her face. “Is she stealing your girlfriend?” she asked straightforwardly.

It was Melina’s turn to stare wide-eyes. “What? My… my… what?” was all she could manage as she felt her cheeks burning brightly.

Alicia nodded, as if she had deduced everything she needed to know from Melina’s expression. “So I was right. You and Abbie, huh? Wow. I’m not totally oblivious, you know – even though you guys think I am, sometimes. It was pretty obvious something new was going on between you two lately. Just wasn’t sure what until now.”

“Oh,” Melina said, a bit overwhelmed, though at least Alicia seemed to be taking it in stride. “Um, well, she’s not… really my girlfriend, exactly.”

“No? Well, you might wanna fix that, ‘cause it sounds like this is upsetting you a lot,” Alicia said, glancing again towards Abbie and Anna.

Melina let out a deep sigh and buried her face in her hands. “I know! I just don’t know how to tell her…” she said dejectedly.

“Easy, you go ‘yo babe, we’re GF’s now, cool?’” Alicia offered, completing her recommendation with a goofy grin and a finger-gun gesture. “Gotta show that confidence.”

Melina burst out laughing. “Wow, that’s really… wow. That would sweep any girl off her feet for sure. Should have asked you for advice sooner.”

“Obviously! So, what’s going on then? If you’re not girlfriends… what, you just sleep together?” Alicia asked in the teasing tone.

Melina’s cheeks, having just started returning to their normal color, suddenly flushed bright red once again.

Alicia’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh my God, you do! You sluts!” she exclaimed, sounding more delighted at the juicy gossip than actually scandalized.

“Shh, keep it down,” Melina hissed, glancing around. Luckily, nobody seemed to have heard anything. “We may have, erm… done… some stuff,” she understated.

“Uh-huh, ‘some stuff,’ holy crap. Like, all the way? Well… I don’t know what counts as all the way between girls…”

“I… guess so?” Melina offered, unsure herself, though she was pretty certain they were way past that.

“Wow,” Alicia commented simply, looking rather stunned.

“Well, what? It’s, um, really nice,” Melina explained timidly. “Don’t you do… stuff… with Noah now?” she added. Her friend had been hanging out with the boy a lot lately, and as far as she knew they were “going out,” though the fact was certainly kept secret from their parents.

It was Alicia’s turn to redden a little. “No! Well, not like that. We… kissed some.”

“Oh. Well, you’re missing out,” Melina said, winking. “Maybe, anyway. I don’t know if boys are any good…” she amended.

Alicia laughed. “Well, look at you. Total lesbian now, huh? You know, Abbie I can kinda see. You? I’m a bit surprised.”

Melina didn’t know how to take that. “Um, I don’t know if I’m… what you said, but… well, just, Abbie is pretty amazing.”

“In bed?” Alicia teased, a big grin on her face.

Melina giggled. “Well, that too.”

“Hmm… well, your amazing girl is walking away with her new friend,” Alicia pointed out, nodding towards something behind Melina. “Maybe you should have a talk with her.”

Melina quickly craned her neck and looked behind her, spying Abbie and Anna walking out of the cafeteria, looking like they were chatting amiably. She frowned, then took a deep breath and got to her feet.

“Yeah, I should. Now, before I lose my nerve,” she decided, though her resolve already felt rather flimsy at best.

“Good luck,” Alicia said, giving her an encouraging smile.

Melina started walking at a fast pace in the direction Abbie had taken. Getting to the end of the corridor, she turned into the main hall and spotted the two girls walking towards Abbie’s locker. She followed, staying a bit behind; she certainly didn’t want to have that conversation in front of Anna.

She saw the two girls pause at an intersection, and she stopped as well, pretending to examine some notice taped to the wall and feeling silly for spying on her friend like this. Still, she watched out of the corner of her eye as Abbie and Anna finished up their chat then went in different directions. It seemed petty, but she was relieved that there didn’t appear to be anything flirty going on as they separated, nor even a hug or anything.

She hurried to catch up to Abbie, but ended up walking straight into a teacher who was turning the corner, sending the papers he was carrying flying everywhere.

“Oh, crap! S-sorry!” she exclaimed, crouching down to help him gather the errant sheets.

“No harm done, but maybe you should slow down a little,” he said once the task was done.

“Sure, sure,” Melina agreed before walking away at an even faster pace.

She had lost sight of Abbie. She reached her friend’s locker, but she wasn’t there. Then Melina continued on to her own locker, thinking maybe the girl was waiting for her there. No such luck. She frowned, puzzled. Taking a look around, she finally spotted Abbie walking down a side corridor and entering the bathroom situated that way.

Melina sighed in relief. This was good; that small bathroom was tucked away at one end of the school and usually didn’t see much traffic. Maybe they would have some privacy there.

She slowed to a more leisurely walk to try to get her thoughts in order before talking to Abbie – and to give the girl time to do her business. By the time she reached the door to the bathroom, though, her mind was still in a useless jumble. She sighed and pushed the door open before she lost the little courage she had.

A few seconds after coming in, she heard a toilet flush, then Abbie came out of one of the stalls. The blonde girl looked surprised to see her standing there for an instant, but her expression quickly changed into a bright smile.

“Hey, you,” Abbie greeted her cheerfully.

“Hey. Um, can I talk to you a minute?” Melina asked, her heart beating faster and faster.

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Um, well… I need to tell you, err… I… I mean…” she said, failing miserably to actually say anything. “God, this is hard,” she finally mumbled. Idiot. I really should have rehearsed something, she thought.

Abbie was looking at her worriedly. “What’s wrong, Mel? You’re freaking me out.”

“Sorry. I just… I… don’t want you to fool around with Anna, okay?” she finished in a rush. That wasn’t the whole of it, but it was a start at least.

Abbie’s eyebrows rose up. “Okay,” she said slowly. “Why, though?”

“Because… I don’t want to share what we have… to share you, with anyone else,” Melina admitted timidly.

A small smile appeared on Abbie’s lips. “Really? That’s… that’s cool. Are you… saying what I think you’re saying?”

Melina felt her cheeks turning crimson. “I… guess so.” This was it, the big moment. She nearly ruined it by bursting out laughing when she remembered the silly line Alicia had suggested. That wouldn’t do at all. “Do you, um… want to be my girlfriend?” she said instead.

She had never felt as anxious in her entire life as during the next few seconds that Abbie spent staring at her wordlessly. Her nerves were then mercifully calmed when possibly the happiest smile she had ever seen on Abbie’s face appeared.

“Are you really serious?” the girl asked, eyes bright.

“Y-yes,” Melina assured her, feeling pretty certain that was the right answer, judging by her friend’s reaction.

Abbie suddenly threw her arms around Melina’s neck, and gave her a long hug that threatened to steal the breath from her lungs. “Oh my God, yes! I’ll be your girlfriend!” she exclaimed. When she released her hold a little, it was only to offer a kiss instead.

Melina felt quite uncomfortable about kissing in such a public place, but considering the circumstances, she allowed her friend – no, her girlfriend now – to draw her into a long, tender kiss.

“Well… great!” Melina said afterwards, a bit at a loss for words. They smiled at each other, Abbie looked so happy. “So, no more flirting with other girls now,” she teased.

Abbie nodded eagerly. “Of course,” she promised, though she then looked away guiltily. “Um, I may have… exaggerated a little… about the flirting part.”

Melina frowned, suddenly wary. “What do you mean?” she asked suspiciously.

“Well… maybe Anna didn’t really flirt, exactly… um, at all. I kinda just wanted to see how you would react,” Abbie admitted hesitantly.

Melina’s frown deepened. “What? You lied? Abbie, what the hell? I’ve been broken up about this since yesterday.”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to really upset you,” Abbie said miserably, sounding like she meant it. “It was just a spur of the moment thing. I guess I just wanted to see if you’d be a bit jealous… and then, maybe if you’d want to be more serious about us… Um, kinda like what just happened. So, well, I guess that all worked out, huh?” she added with a hopeful smile.

Melina didn’t know whether to get angry or laugh. In the end, she went with the latter – it was rather sweet in a way, she supposed. “So this was all according to your master plan, huh?”

“Sort of.” Abbie shrugged sheepishly. “I guess I’m kind of a genius.”

“An evil one, maybe,” Melina teased. “But why didn’t you just tell me if you wanted to get, um, serious?”

Abbie hesitated. “I didn’t want to freak you out. We’ve been best friends for so long, and I mean, you weren’t even into girls until a few months ago, so… I guess I didn’t want to push you and risk losing what we have,” she explained.

Melina thought about it. She didn’t really know how she would have reacted if Abbie had come out and said she wanted to be her girlfriend before now, truth be told. A lot had changed in the past day, but now she was very happy with the new situation. “Well, now it’s done, and I’m not freaking out,” she said, smiling. “But no more lying,” she added sternly.

“I promise,” Abbie said, grinning back. Then her lips were on Melina’s, kissing her before she had time to protest.

Melina indulged her new girlfriend with another admittedly sweet kiss, though she kept an eye on the bathroom door to be safe. While she longed to exchange passionate kisses with Abbie, the current circumstances made her rather uncomfortable.

“Okay, okay,” she said, chuckling. “I wanna kiss you too, but… we can’t do that out here.”

Abbie glanced at the door. “You’re right,” she agreed. That said, she grabbed Melina’s hand, dragged her towards a stall and pushed her in, before closing the door behind them.

“What are you doing?” Melina asked, amused, though she was pretty sure she got the idea.

Abbie stepped in very close. “Kissing my girlfriend,” she answered. “In private.”

With that, their lips met again. This time, Melina let her passion flow unrestrained. She slipped her tongue into her partner’s mouth and they shared a long, ardent kiss. Abbie pressed her body against hers until her back hit the wall of the stall. Their bodies were molded to one another while their tongues were entwined in the sexiest of dances. Melina felt tingly all over, and at that moment she fervently wished they had even more privacy.

It seemed Abbie was thinking the same, and was none too shy about it: her hand came up to fondle Melina’s breast through her blouse, making her moan into their kiss.

“We can’t…” Melina said weakly once they came up for air. “What if someone comes in?”

“No one’s here,” Abbie said reassuringly, though her mischievous smile suggested she was very much enjoying her friend’s embarrassment. Her hand continued its caresses while she brought her mouth to Melina’s ear and teased the lobe with her tongue. She had discovered that was quite the sensitive spot for Melina, and she very much enjoyed making good use of that knowledge.

Melina bit her lip. She really wished Abbie would stop; she was mortified at the thought of getting caught doing things like this at school. At the same time, she really wanted the other girl to keep going, feeling lust burning ever hotter inside her. It was a very conflicting moment.

Abbie had even bolder ideas though. Her hand went down and under Melina skirt, and suddenly pressed against her panties.

Melina’s eyes went wide and she let out a small yelp. “Abbie! S-stop!” she said urgently, snatching her friend’s wrist. “We can’t do that, even in here!”

“Hmm, well, I’ll stop if you really want me to,” Abbie whispered seductively in her ear, “but that would be pretty mean, no? Your panties are already wet, Mel, and now you’d want to spend the whole afternoon all horny and with no one to take care of you? When I could just slip my fingers into your hot, wet pussy right now and make you feel sooo good? Is that really what you want, baby?”

Melina swallowed hard. She was pretty certain she had just become twice as wet just listening to her girlfriend’s dirty talk. The girl was right, unfortunately; Melina had sat in class when all she could think about was sex before, and it was no fun at all. She felt her misgivings recede to the back of her brain, as the rest of her mind filled with urgent lust. She glanced at Abbie, who gave her the most innocent smile, though her eyes shone with mischief and desire.

“Damn it,” Melina whispered, before letting go of her friend’s wrist. She fervently hoped no one would come in.

“Good girl,” Abbie said, grinning widely. “Or more like bad girl, I guess,” she rectified, giggling. In any case, she didn’t waste any time slipping her hand into Melina’s panties and pressing two fingers into the folds of her hungry sex.

“Ah!” Melina moaned involuntarily. She quickly brought a hand up to cover her mouth.

Abbie giggled again at her reaction, but didn’t relent in the least. Her fingers roamed up and down Melina’s slit, pausing at times to rub her engorged clit. After some time, she slowly pushed her index finger inside Melina’s sex, looking into her eyes as she did so.

Melina held her lover’s gaze with some difficulty, as her head seemed to want to loll back on its own. Her pussy clenched pleasantly against the invading digit, and Abbie’s palm rubbed against her clit. It felt amazing, and her legs were already getting a bit shaky. Thankfully for her nerves, the mounting tension inside her seemed to indicate that this would be a rather quick session. She had to admit that the unique situation was probably turning her on at least a little.

It was at this moment that they heard the bathroom door opening. Both girls froze, and looked at each other wide-eyed. Footsteps were heard, then the sound of another stall opening and closing.

Melina didn’t dare even breathe, though that was proving difficult since she had already been getting rather out of breath before the interruption. She was watching Abbie’s face as a small smile crept onto her lips and playfulness shone in her eyes. Oh no, Melina thought, shaking her head vehemently at the girl, but that only made her smile widen.

An instant later, she felt Abbie’s finger slowly curl inside her, gently rubbing her very sensitive spot. Melina inhaled sharply, and quickly added her other hand over her mouth. She tried to glare at Abbie, but she didn’t think she made a very convincing job of it with her eyes glazing over with pleasure.

She tried very hard to remain silent but it was an arduous task. Abbie was really putting her through a delicious kind of torture, and she wondered if her new girlfriend was more than she had bargained for. She really hoped her hands were doing a good job muffling her gasps and whimpers.

Her heartbeat thundered in her ears and she couldn’t make out any sound from the other stall until she heard the louder noise of the toilet flushing, followed by its occupant washing her hands. Just has the bathroom door was mercifully opening, the footsteps paused and an amused voice said, “dunno who’s in there but… have fun!” before the door finally creaked shut.

Both Melina and Abbie burst out laughing as soon as they were alone.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe you did that,” Melina exclaimed, trying to sound angry but not quite managing it.

“Don’t give me that,” Abbie retorted. “I’m the one with a hand in your panties, remember? And you are soaked.”

“What? N-no way.” Could it really have turned her on that much?

Abbie laughed. “Oh yeah, you’re enjoying this way more than you’re saying. Or do you want me to stop now?” she teased.

“Don’t you dare!” Melina shot back. She pushed Abbie’s hand hard against her sex to emphasize the point.

Abbie grinned. “You better finish quick then, before someone else comes in.”

Whatever reply Melina might have given was cut short when Abbie covered her mouth with hers. The passionate kiss also doubled up as a useful way to muffle Melina’s moans, which were getting rather loud as Abbie gave up on the slow and gentle approach.

The blonde girl’s finger rapidly thrust in and out of Melina’s pussy while her palm ground against her clit. Abbie knew exactly what her partner liked, and how to get her off, which became quite clear as Melina was very quickly brought to the edge of ecstasy.

Melina’s last coherent thought was that her new girlfriend definitely scored very high for knowing her body so well. Her limbs started shaking violently, and she held on to Abbie for dear life, not trusting her legs to hold her up. Her mouth slipped away from the other girl’s, and a blissful cry was set free, her mind too busy exploding with pleasure to concentrate on being quiet.

Abbie dutifully held her up until she had finished trembling. She then gently took her hand out of Melina’s panties, and nonchalantly sucked her finger clean, before flashing the most innocent of smiles.

Melina stared at her girlfriend for a moment, still disbelieving what had just happened. Through the lustful haze still clinging to her mind, she thought maybe the girl deserved some of her own medicine.

“You! You… dirty girl!” was the best accusation she could manage. She took a few steps towards Abbie, half-stumbling, half-pushing the girl against the stall door. Her hands came up to fondle her girlfriend’s chest, making her gasp in surprise. She leaned in close and slipped her tongue into the girl’s mouth.

Unfortunately, their kiss was immediately interrupted by the school bell.

They paused, lips less than an inch from each other.

“Well, shit,” Abbie said.

“Crap,” Melina agreed.

They would barely have the time to get to class. The school was quite strict with lateness, there would be a punishment if they dawdled. Their parents might even be called if they delayed too long. As much as Melina wanted to get some vengeance on Abbie, she really didn’t want to have to explain the reason why she missed part of a class. Regretfully, they stepped away from each other.

“I guess you’ll be the one who has to be horny all afternoon then,” Melina teased. She suppose it was some sort of revenge.

Abbie stuck her tongue out at her. “You better make it up to me tonight.”

“Tonight? What about your thing with Anna?”

“Oh, crap. I forgot all about that already.” Abbie sighed deeply. “Well, actually… maybe I’ll just tell her something came up after all.”

Melina grinned. “Great idea!” She still took the time to give Abbie a nice kiss before hurrying out of the stall. “See you tonight, then.”

“See you… girlfriend,” Abbie said, sounding immensely pleased with that last part.

They exchanged bright smiles, then quickly ran off to class.

*****

Melina’s heart skipped a beat when she heard the doorbell ring. It seemed silly, but she felt both more excited than usual and a little nervous to meet with Abbie now that they were officially girlfriends. They would more than likely get up to the same things as usual, so she wasn’t sure why it should make a difference, but it did.

Of course, most of the nervousness was probably due to the little surprise she had for her lover. She got up from the couch and hesitated an instant, trying to build up the courage to actually go through with it. Taking a deep breath, she nodded to herself and made her way towards the front door.

The thought crossed her mind that she would be in big trouble if it wasn’t actually Abbie at the door, but her mom who had forgotten something – her keys? – or even a complete stranger. She paused cautiously out of view, peeked around the corner, and was relieved to catch a glimpse of her friend through the small window next to the door. Reassured, she hurried to the door and pulled it open while remaining hidden behind it.

“Hey,” Abbie said, smiling as she stepped in. “Why are you hiding behind… whoa!” she exclaimed once she found Melina standing only in her bra and panties behind the door. “Well, hello there.” She laughed. “I guess your mom already left, huh?”

“Yep. I thought I’d get a little head start,” Melina explained coyly. She had considered getting even more of a head start and greeting her girlfriend completely naked, but had ended up deciding against it – not solely to save herself some embarrassment, just figuring that it might be more enticing to keep some parts hidden for now.

Abbie certainly seemed to enjoy the surprise, her eyes roaming appreciatively over Melina’s body. “That’s a nice welcome! I like it.”

Melina grinned. “I thought you might,” she said, before putting her arms around Abbie’s neck and pulling the girl into a kiss.

Abbie responded passionately, pushing Melina against the wall and grinding their bodies together, as she slipped her tongue inside her partner’s mouth.

Melina grinned inwardly; it seemed Abbie was quite horny, unsurprising after getting all worked up at lunch break and not getting any. Melina grabbed her girlfriend’s butt and pulled her harder against hers. It looked like they would not waste any time getting down to “business,” not that she had expected otherwise.

Abbie gazed at her with lust-filled eyes when they came up for breath, then reluctantly took a step back. “Um, we should probably go somewhere other than the hallway,” she said. Grabbing a bag she had brought from the floor, she added, “I have a couple things for you, too.”

“Oh?” Melina said, curious. She took Abbie’s hand and dragged her towards the living room, where they both plopped down on the couch. “What things?”

Abbie opened her bag, then glanced at Melina, looking a bit nervous. Finally, she fished into the bag and came out with a rose. “Here,” she said shyly, handing the flower to the other girl.

Melina gaped at the gift. She had not expected a romantic gesture like this at all. She found it very sweet, but it also made her feel a little guilty. Should she have gotten something for Abbie? Is that what girlfriends did? The thought had never even crossed her mind. She brought the flower to her nose, it smelled lovely. “You bought this for me?” she asked, moved.

A guilty look crept onto Abbie’s features. “Well, um, I’m totally broke so… I’m kinda stole it from your neighbor’s yard on the way here,” she explained sheepishly.

Melina burst out laughing. She felt better knowing it had just been a spur of the moment thing, somehow. “That’s still very sweet, thank you,” she said while carefully putting the rose down on the coffee table.

“Careful, these things have thorns, did you know?” Abbie warned, looking unhappily at her thumb. “It was kinda harder to pick than I expected.”

“Aww, did you hurt yourself?” Melina took Abbie’s hand to inspect the damage. There was a drop of blood pearling on her thumb. “Poor baby,” she said, before bringing the injured finger to her mouth and giving it a kiss, then going one step further and gently sucking it into her mouth.

Abbie quickly seemed to forget about any pain she had felt. She bit her lip as they exchanged looks filled with desire. “I feel better already,” she said, pulling Melina to her and replacing her thumb with her tongue inside the girl’s mouth.

Melina gently pushed her lover down on the couch as they shared an ardent kiss. She then moved on to nuzzle Abbie’s neck while her hands explored her body, caressing her thighs, her stomach, her breasts. She smiled when she noticed her girlfriend’s breath accelerating.

Moving further down, she lifted Abbie’s shirt, and kissed her flat stomach. She tongued her cute belly button teasingly, knowing that never failed to turn on her friend. As if on cue, the girl’s hips started pushing needily against her, but Melina wasn’t quite ready to go there yet.

Instead, she kissed her way up along Abbie’s ribs, pushing the shirt higher as she went, until she reached her lovely breasts. Once again, the girl had forgone wearing a bra, and Melina had to smile at the sight.

She gave a languorous lick around one breast, slowly spiraling in towards the sensitive nipple. After making sure the small nub was as stiff as possible, she licked her way across Abbie’s chest and repeated the operation on her other boob.

Abbie moaned softly, much to Melina’s delight. She did love making the girl moan – and scream, but they would get to that soon. She kissed her way back down her girlfriend’s body, once again giving her belly button a few licks. Teasingly, she slipped her tongue under the waistband of Abbie’s shorts, making the girl gasp and raise her hips.

Melina giggled at the needy reaction. She undid her friend’s shorts and hooked her fingers in the waistband of both shorts and panties. Abbie was only too eager to lift her butt to help get the garments off.

Melina enjoyed the view of her girlfriend’s already glistening sex for a moment, then leaned in and kissed Abbie’s inner thigh. She poked her tongue out and slowly licked her way up to where the thigh meets the hip, then stopped. Moving to the other leg, she did the same thing there, moving her tongue tantalizingly close to Abbie’s pussy but stopping just short.

“God! You tease!” Abbie whined, lifting her head to look at Melina with pleading eyes. “Please! I need it so bad.”

Melina grinned at her. She considering tormenting her lover a little more, but decided to be merciful. She gave her a great big lick, slowly trailing her tongue from the bottom of her sex to the very top.

“Oh God, yes!” Abbie instantly exclaimed, finally getting what she desired.

Melina used her hands to spread the other girl’s vulva, then pushed her tongue in and out of her sex, trying to go as deep as possible. She felt Abbie’s hand on the back her head, gently pushing her even closer, and smiled inwardly at how horny her girlfriend was.

She moved her tongue up to tease Abbie’s engorged clit, receiving louder moans and cries as a result. Slowly, she slipped a finger inside her lover’s sex, and soon Abbie was pushing her hips back against it in a steady rhythm.

“Ah! Ah yes! Try- Ah! Try with two fingers,” Abbie managed to say breathlessly between moans.

Melina paused for an instant. “Yeah?” They had only ever used one finger before, but she supposed it was something to try. She had seen in videos before that it was definitely possible and seemingly enjoyable.

She slid her middle finger out of Abbie’s pussy, pressed it against her index, then very carefully pushed both fingers back in. Her lover’s young sex gripped the fingers tightly, but her abundant excitement made slowly sliding in and out fairly easy. “How’s that?” Melina asked, curious.

“Mmm. Feels big… but really nice,” Abbie sighed. It wasn’t long before she started pushing her hips to meet Melina’s thrusts.

Smiling, Melina leaned in again and resumed flicking her tongue over Abbie’s clit, delighting in her girlfriend’s increasingly urgent moans. As the excited cries became louder and more frequent, so did Melina intensify the movements of her tongue and fingers to match, causing an erotic feedback loop with only one possible outcome.

With her intimate knowledge of Abbie’s body, she knew that the girl was getting very close now, and she also knew just how to take her over the edge. She clamped her lips down on her girlfriend’s clit, sucking on it, and pushed her fingers into her pussy as deep as she could.

The effect was immediate: Abbie let out a great cry and her hips started bucking wildly. Melina held on as best she could, determined to give her lover as much pleasure as possible. The girl’s moans of ecstasy were music to her ears.

When Abbie had quieted a little, Melina came up and held her tenderly while she came down from her orgasmic high. As she often did in these moments, she felt a deep intimate connection with her friend. She was filled with intense affection, with… love. She laughed out loud, wondering how she could have been so blind to what she was feeling before.

Abbie looked up at her curiously, an eyebrow raised.

Melina shook her head shyly, at first hoping Abbie wouldn’t ask what she was thinking about. No, she then thought, enough being silly about this, I should tell her. She gazed into her girlfriend’s eyes, and said simply, “I love you.”

Abbie’s eyes went wide with surprise, then a big smile spread on her lips. “I love you too,” she replied.

Melina felt elated. She had suspected that would be Abbie’s answer, of course, but to actually hear the words filled her with more joy than she had even imagined. Judging by the expression on Abbie’s face, it looked very much like she felt the same.

The girls beamed at each other for a moment, then kissed, tenderly at first, then with growing passion. Their tongues met, and Melina felt her lust, which had subsided a little during the sentimental moment, roar back to full intensity. Abbie’s hands came up behind her back to unhook her bra. Melina was amused that despite starting with way less clothes on than her partner, she was the one getting her underwear off last.

“Your turn now, lover,” Abbie whispered seductively.

“I’m all yours,” Melina said, feeling tingles of anticipation running over her body.

Abbie smiled, then leaned in for another hot, intense kiss. Meanwhile, her hands were not idle, coming up to caress and fondle Melina’s breasts, kneading the sensitive flesh.

Breaking the kiss, Abbie lowered her mouth to Melina’s chest, and started flicking her tongue over her already very stiff nipples, sending sparks of pleasure throughout her body and especially down between her legs.

One of Abbie’s hands came to rest on Melina’s knee, then she slowly dragged her fingers, feather-light, across her inner thigh and up to her panties. Melina let out a gasp, which soon turned into a loud moan when her lover’s hand pressed more forcefully against her underwear.

Abbie grinned at her, then gave a few soft kisses on her neck, making her way up until she could suck gently on her earlobe.

Melina shuddered all over at the contact with her secret arousing spot. Her breath was coming in hard and fast now, with all the delicious stimulations on her body – Abbie’s mouth at her ear, one of her hand still fondling her boobs, and the other pressed between her legs. She wanted even more though, and hooked her thumb in her panties to pull them down.

Abbie grabbed her hand, stopping her movement. “Nuh-uh. Keep those on for now.”

Melina raised a puzzled eyebrow at the girl. “Really?” she asked dubiously.

“Remember, I said I had two things for you?” Abbie said, moving away and grabbing her bag. When she pulled out her phone, Melina felt even more confused.

“I found a little app you might like. See, with this you can make the phone vibrate for as long as you want,” Abbie explained, tapping at the screen to demonstrate, and her phone started rumbling in her hand.

Melina looked from her girlfriend’s face to the phone and back again, more perplexed than ever. Maybe her lust-filled brain wasn’t thinking at peak capacity, but she couldn’t fathom why Abbie had stopped the wonderful things she had been doing to talk about some stupid app. “So… you found a way to drain your batteries real fast. Great?”

Abbie gave her an exasperated look. “No, silly. It… vibrates? Sounds familiar?” she said, showing off what she had in mind by gently pressing the phone against Melina’s inner thigh, near the edge of her panties, and tracing little circles with it.

“Oh!” Melina exclaimed, finally catching on. “It’s for… oh! Really?”

“Uh-huh. Well, they call it a ‘personal massager’ or whatever, but you can guess what that’s code for,” Abbie explained slyly. “Probably not as good as a real vibrator but… I bet we can have some fun with it.”

“Mmm. I’m willing to be your guinea pig,” Melina offered, smiling, at last on board with her girlfriend’s plans.

“I bet you are.” Abbie winked. “See? That’s why you need your panties, ‘cause hey, I love turning you on, but I’m not getting my phone all wet and sticky,” she added, making Melina giggle. “Now, let’s see how this feels…”

Abbie lightly dragged the buzzing phone from Melina’s thigh onto her panty-clad sex, watching intently for her lover’s reaction.

Melina gasped. “Whoa. That feels… kinda weird… but also nice.” She could feel the vibrations penetrating her sensitive flesh. She had never felt anything quite like this, but it was rather pleasant.

“Mmm,” she purred when Abbie pressed the device against her panties a little harder. “Oh yeah, I could get used to this.”

Abbie grinned. She seemed to be enjoying herself quite a bit, experimenting with different movements in various spots.

“Oh!” Melina exclaimed when the improvised vibrator was pressed against her clit. “God! That’s… really good.”

“Oh? This spot right here? I never would have expected,” Abbie teased. She made small circular motions over Melina’s clit with the buzzing device, eliciting quite a few gasps and moans.

Melina could feel the vibrations and accompanying waves of pleasure spreading through her lower body, inside her pussy – even inside her clitoris, somehow. It was magical. Her smartphone was already probably Melina’s favorite possession. Now, if it could do that? No other object would ever come close. She had the impression her panties were quite thoroughly drenched with excitement, and vaguely wondered if Abbie’s phone would really be okay, but she couldn’t quite muster the will to care at that moment.

After enjoying the wonderful sensations for a few minutes, she was quite ready to ascend all the way to heaven. “Can you make it go faster?” she asked around a moan.

“Um no, that’s as hard as it goes,” Abbie replied sadly.

“Oh,” Melina said, disappointed.

“Guess these things weren’t really made for this.” Abbie chuckled. “I can help though.”

Melina felt the crotch of her panties being pulled aside, then one of Abbie’s fingers easily slipping right up into her wet, eager sex, forcing a loud cry out of her. “Oh god, yes! Mmm, Abbie,” she moaned as her girlfriend started moving her finger in and out of her. “Did I say I love you yet?”

“Mmhmm. Say it again though,” Abbie demanded as she thrusted her finger in as deep as it would go.

“Ah! I love you!” Melina cried out. The tension that had been slowly building up inside her suddenly ramped up to near explosion under the care of Abbie’s expert fingers. The girl knew just the right spot to rub to drive Melina wild, and the vibrations on her clit were only magnifying the effect.

Abruptly, Melina’s body went all rigid and her mind exploded with bliss. Her pussy clenched around her girlfriend’s finger, feeling like it was filled with pure pleasure. The rumbling phone made it feel like her whole lower body pulsated to the rhythm of her orgasm.

After a fleeting moment that felt like a delicious eternity, Melina slowly came back down to Earth. She felt Abbie gently pull out, then come up to snuggle against her, just like she had done for the girl earlier. Melina held her lover tightly.

“And I love you too,” Abbie said sweetly, finishing the thought from earlier.

The girls simply gazed into each other’s eyes for a long moment, smiling and enjoying the intimacy.

“I’m so happy right now,” Melina finally said.

“Me too, you have no idea. Let’s stay like this forever,” Abbie replied.

“Okay,” Melina agreed, chuckling.

Maybe forever wasn’t very realistic, especially with her mom eventually coming back home. They could certainly enjoy the moment, though. Melina was confident there would be many more like it in the coming weeks and months. Maybe even years.

An image suddenly flashed in her mind: Abbie and herself in this very same position, but years later, on their own couch, in their own home. The thought made her smile. Yes, no more fears; this was the future she wanted.

For now though, glancing at the beautiful young girl next to her, she wondered if they had time for more fun before her mom got back…

The End