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Tracy’s Dilemma, Chapter 2

  • Posted on August 31, 2017 at 8:28 am

By Cheryl Taggert

Tracy sat back as the movie began, watching the opening credits without really reading them. Her mind was a whirr. Mostly during that night, she watched her daughters until several nude scenes had gone by, mostly of the very hot Nicole Kidman. She wondered if her daughters would get as turned on looking at a naked woman and thought about her neighbor’s words when Sandra had said that seeing something sexual brought on sexual excitement, whether or not it was a woman or a man in the sexual situation.

By the time an hour of the movie had elapsed, she was as horny as she’d been in months. She’d not been this turned on since her last conversation with Kate about masturbation, when her eleven year old had admitted to ‘sometimes touching’ herself ‘down there’ for the pleasure.

She looked over at her daughters and decided to take the plunge she had been planning. They were all wearing nothing but their pajamas, and using one hand, she began to massage her midriff, gradually lifting the hem of her top to expose her flat belly to anyone who chose to look at her.

And her daughters definitely chose to do just that.

She had been noticing the girls squirming as the movie became more and more sexual. They had enjoyed watching Nicole Kidman as she bared her body for their pleasure. They had listened intently to the adult dialogue, which served to heighten their feelings of desire.

Now her daughters were watching her as much as they watched the movie. Kate was openly ogling her mother as Tracy’s hands made their sensuous journey over the taut skin, raising goose-flesh along the path. Meanwhile, Tracy did her best to ignore her daughters as she grew bolder with her touches.

As if she’d done this every day of her girls’ lives, she reached beneath the hem of her top and tweaked her nipple, a small gasp of delight echoing briefly throughout the room as she did so.

She glanced at Kelli and Kate, blushing as she did, and pretending she’d been caught without planning to be.

“Hey, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do,” she said.

Tracy saw her daughters exchange another glance, this one seeming to ask the other if this was really happening.

In answer, Tracy let her hand move to openly tweak her nipple once again before cupping her small breast, a sigh escaping her as the pleasure throbbed throughout her body, causing her legs to straighten and stretch out and her knees to lock as she spread her legs slightly.

Again, she noticed Kelli and Kate exchange questioning looks. Tracy wondered if the looks signaled a ‘should we or shouldn’t we’ between them. It seemed to signal a question that neither could answer, yet both wanted the answer that seemed to hover in the almost suffocating air of the room.

Now, Tracy was openly squeezing her tit, pinching the erect nipple before moving to the other breast and performing the same magic on it. At the same time, her other hand began a journey down her middle to the hem of her pajama bottoms. This hand slowly dived beneath the elastic waistline and openly began to massage her cunt beneath the thin fabric.

Tracy looked at Kelli and said, “It’s okay, sweetheart. If you want to, you can.” She smiled before continuing, “And I know you want to.” Then she looked at Kate. “Both of you do.”

Her hands continued their sexual self-massage. She would soon be at the brink of an orgasm, a climax that she’d longed for all day. That need had been heightened by the unplanned encounter with Sandra, who had openly suggested they have sex with each other. And now she was sitting here on her sofa in her family room, one hand at her breast, the other shamelessly massaging her pussy beneath the flimsy cotton of her pajama bottoms. And both her daughters were watching her intently.

She watched as Kelli and Kate exchanged knowing looks once again. Then she saw it in Kelli’s face. She was going to join in. She leaned back in the chair she sat in and her hands moved down her torso to the hem of her pajama bottoms. Then she was pushing her hands lower, down past her lower tummy to the moisture that awaited in her heated slit.

*******

Kelli couldn’t believe that her mom was going to allow her and Kate to watch a movie like Eyes Wide Shut. She had not seen it, of course, but she had certainly heard about it. It was an old movie, at least as far as she was concerned, but she had heard that there was plenty of nudity and sex in it. She could feel her pussy beginning to moisten and swell, her clit coming to life in an instant, as the movie began. She hoped she would be able to wait until she and Kate went to bed to touch herself. She knew she would be getting off tonight; the only question was could she last the entire movie before saying she was too sleepy to continue watching.

She was fully aware her mom would probably not believe that. She was totally certain of it, in fact, but what would she do instead? Tell her mom, ‘I’m too turned on to stay out here watching this, so I’m going to go jill off in my bedroom’? She also knew that Kate would join her once she did leave the room to go masturbate. Kate was no fool either, and she would probably want to do a little more than masturbate.

That was one thing they’d not told their mom about their sexual discoveries. They were more likely to mess around with each other than they were to just get themselves off. That was especially true if both of them were extremely horny and had the time to do more than have an orgasm or two.

After the movie had played for about a half hour, she was fairly itching to get her hands on her pussy, and she was absolutely sure that Kate was feeling the same way. Hell, anyone would be completely horny after watching this. She didn’t want to admit it to her mom, but she found Nicole Kidman to be one of the sexiest people on the planet. Kate knew how she felt about the actress. They’d talked about how sexy she was before. Now, she was enjoying the unbelievable treat of seeing the woman naked. And it was obviously no body double either. This was the real Nicole Kidman in the nude. Kelli wanted to bury her face in the woman’s butt when she saw it in the movie. It was so… beautiful.

She was about to give up and excuse herself to go to bed — the embarrassment had already started to burn her cheeks in anticipation of the obvious lie — when she noticed her mom doing something totally unexpected.

She was starting to rub her newly exposed tummy and even began to play with her own tit, casually rubbing the nipple through the thin pajama fabric.

Now the burning in her cheeks was from something other than embarrassment. The simple act of seeing her mother touch her body for sexual pleasure was heating her up in a way she never thought possible. She was now watching her mom more than she was the movie, and she noticed Kate doing the same thing. Her sister’s mouth was literally hanging open in utter surprise, and her eyes seemed to be trying to bulge out of their sockets. Kelli wondered if her own expression was identical to her sister’s before purposely closing her mouth with a slight snap.

Now her mom’s hand was diving beneath her pajama bottoms! Oh my God! She was going to actually touch her own pussy right there in front of them.

Kelli didn’t know what to say or do when her mom looked at her and spoke. Did she really just say that? Did she really just tell them she knew they wanted to join her and that… that it was okay?!

Kelli looked at her little sister. Kate was trying to decide whether or not to take their mom up on the offer. Kelli took less time to make that decision. She was so horny she thought she might be able to come in like five seconds, and either she joined her mom right there while watching a very sexy scene in the movie, or she left the room — and the movie — to get herself off in the bedroom.

Looking at Kate again, she could see the same question running through Kate’s mind. Then she decided. If Mom said it was okay, then she meant it. She leaned back and placed her hands on her tummy and moved them down to her pj’s and beyond. When her hands felt the wetness that had been leaking out of her slit, she realized maybe she should have worn panties tonight so all that fluid would gather in the gusset rather than wet the seat of her cotton pajamas.

Kelli inhaled sharply at the first contact of her fingers on her pussy. She felt her clit give a sharp jolt as her fingers gathered the slick goo to rub all over her throbbing cunt. She noticed her mom watching her but tried to ignore it. Knowing Mom was watching her get herself off had an unusual effect on her. On the one hand, it was as hot as hell that her mom was watching her masturbate — and not caring one bit. On the other hand, it was embarrassing knowing she was watching her give herself sexual pleasure. She wondered if that would prevent her from getting off. She sincerely hoped not. She was badly in need of a climax.

*******

Kate wasn’t sure what to do. She had been struggling with how to handle her horniness since her mom had invited them to watch something they had never been allowed to watch before because of the sex in the movie. It was like their mom was saying it was okay to watch this and get horny. In fact, she’d pretty well said exactly that. And GOD was she horny!! Especially after watching this movie with naked people and sex in it everywhere. She wasn’t following the plot that well — it was kind of weird in fact but she chalked that up to it being intended for adults — but she certainly was getting the idea that the plot centered around sex.

When her mom started touching herself, she thought she might come right there without even touching her pussy at all. She’d been thinking about what would probably happen once Kelli got too horny to keep from touching herself and would leave for the bedroom. Then Kate was starting to think about getting her older sister’s attention and secretly nod toward the bedroom, indicating she was more than ready to go to bed and fool around until they both came at least once. Then her mom started… touching herself.

She couldn’t help staring at her mom as her hands started messing with her boobs and then sliding down towards her pussy before diving into her pajamas to touch herself. The thought My mom’s playing with her pussy right in front of me shot through her mind and seemed to make a beeline to her pussy, which trembled with desire she’d never experienced before.

Then Mom spoke to her and Kelli about going ahead if they wanted to — and that she knew they wanted to. How had she known that? She’d not touched herself at all. She’d been doing her very best to hide the feelings she was experiencing — to pretend she wasn’t horny at all, like she was just enjoying the plot of the movie. The plot she couldn’t follow at all except for the sex and nudity.

Then Kelli looked at her. Kate knew if Kelli stood up to go to the bedroom, she would have to join her there. And what would their mom think then? Would she know what they were going to do together the way she’d known they were horny without ever touching themselves? Her neighbor, Laura, had once told her that parents got just as horny as kids when they were young and they knew some kids fooled around with each other. Would her mom suspect what had been going on between her and Kelli for almost a year now? And would that lead to her knowing that the two of them liked to have sex with their neighbors, Emily and Laura on a fairly regular basis?

Now Kate was stuck between wanting Kelli to stay in here and join their mom and wanting her to go to the bedroom. Either choice would cause her extreme embarrassment. She wanted to touch herself — wanted it in the worst way — but could she do that in front of her own mother? Just reach her hands down into her pajamas and masturbate to a crashing orgasm right there with Mom watching her every move?

She was staring at their mom when she heard a slight snapping sound. She looked over at Kelli, where the sound seemed to come from, but she couldn’t tell what the noise had been. Then Kelli was leaning back and her hands were moving down toward her pussy beneath the soft material of her pajamas.

Seconds later, Kelli was openly massaging her pussy while their mom did the same. Kate’s gaze moved from her sister to her mother and back again, while her pussy felt like it would explode any second now.

She heard her mom speak. “It’s okay, Kate sweetie. I know you want to. Go ahead. Join us.”

Turning a bright red, she lay back on the sofa next to where she was sitting beside her mother and pushed her hands down inside her pajamas and panties to her still-bald pussy, touching it and feeling the ripples run through her as if her hands were small stones that had disturbed the surface of a lake.

She felt a rustle of movement on the sofa and watched, mesmerized, as her mother stood up and pushed her pajamas down to her ankles and casually unbuttoned her top to discard it as well. Her mother was nude in front of her! She’d not seen her mom naked in — well she couldn’t remember the last time. And now she stood there in the family room, totally naked.

“You girls keep going. I’ll be right back,” her mom said.

*******

Tracy went to the linen closet and retrieved three towels before returning to the family room and her masturbating daughters. She spread one of the towels on the sofa and sat on it before tossing the other two at her daughters.

“You don’t have to get naked, but just in case you do, I brought these for you to use,” she said.

Tracy watched as Kelli made an immediate decision. Standing, she saw her older daughter glance at Kate and shuck her bottoms before unbuttoning and peeling off her top. Now she, too, stood naked in the room. Tracy admired the youthful beauty of her older daughter. She noticed the sparse hair on her pussy that did its best to hide the girl’s slit from view, a dark brown patch of hair that seemed to invite a lover to explore the depths beyond the immature growth.

Tracy looked at Kate, now the only one in the room with any clothing on at all. Her eyes seemed to beg the girl to join them, to allow her to see the girl in all her naked splendor. She found herself wondering if her younger daughter had begun growing pubic hair yet, or was she still bald there?

Tracy said again to her younger child, “It’s okay, sweetie. Everything is okay.”

She grinned as Kate stood and pulled her pajamas and panties down past her knees, where they fell in a clump of fabric to the floor. She pulled the t-shirt top that matched the bottoms off and sat, as if hurrying to hide her charms from the prying gaze of her mother.

The child’s hand moved instantly to her bare pubes and began to rub her slit. Tracy felt her mouth watering at the sight. She wondered how the girl would taste if she ever had the pleasure to taste her.

She pushed that thought away, however. She wasn’t ready to think about such things now. Not yet, at least. Still, the image lingered and would invade her mind, unbidden, for days afterwards. Each time it occurred, she would have to masturbate. Twice that happened while she was at work, and she would spend the next ten minutes in the ladies’ restroom, silently rubbing her pussy to climax so she could get back to her desk and concentrate on her work, which was impossible when imagining things she’d like to do with her daughters beyond merely masturbating.

As they continued watching the movie in between watching each other, their passions mounted. Each could feel the approaching orgasm that seemed ready to slam into them at any moment.

Tracy was the first to come. She had already had several smaller climaxes, but the one she’d been working on for what felt like all day now hit her with surprising force. She shivered, groaned, and spasmed as she came. She did her best to watch her daughters watching her come.

Then Kelli came, almost immediately on the heels of Tracy’s orgasm. Like her mother, she shook and trembled as the orgasm seized her, the moans seeming to come from deep inside her.

Kate was the last to come. She gasped as the orgasm took her, and she continued rubbing herself as it subsided, finally collapsing back onto the sofa, where she felt as though she had just bathed in her own sweat. She realized she would need another shower before going to bed.

As the three caught their breath, Tracy looked at the lovely girls she had given birth to, had nursed, had comforted their entire lives.

And now, she had enjoyed a special time with them that few mothers shared with their daughters.

She stood now and stopped the movie before putting it back in its case. Turning to her girls, she said, “I hope you don’t hold what just happened against me. I love you both and want you to feel secure in doing whatever you wish to yourselves without fear of getting in trouble and without any shame or embarrassment. Whenever you feel like doing this, you may, as long as nobody is around who might object to it. You can rest assured I will never object. All I ask is that you use a towel to sit on.”

With that, she turned and went into her bedroom, saying, “The movie will be where I said it will be” as she closed her bedroom door.

“Holy fuck,” Kelli said. “Is that cool, or what?”

“Yeah, that’s cool,” Kate said. “Do you think she’d mind if she knew what we do together?”

“Actually, I doubt it. She seems to be okay with just about anything other than getting caught by someone who would mind.”

The girls gathered their towels and dropped them in the hamper on their way to their bedroom. They left their pajamas behind, never to be worn at home again.

Continue on to Chapter 3

Amber, Chapter 9

  • Posted on August 30, 2017 at 8:56 am

By Tater Tot

Tuesday night came and Amber was really wound up. I was afraid she was going to jump me the way she was staring at my ass, although it sure made me feel good about my body. Nothing like having a teenager lusting after you to perk up the old ego.

She was in bed waiting when I came out of the bathroom, getting a giggle from me and a blush from her.

“God, Mom,” she said, “come on!”

She was fairly panting, her hands twitching restlessly as I slid in behind her. I pulled her close and pushed my pussy against her ass, getting a soft sigh from her. Putting my arms around her and snuggling close, I said, “What should it be tonight?”

“Can you… would you… you know, you and… well,” she mumbled.

That got a chuckle from me, and I said, “You mean Jess?”

“Yeah,” she whispered.

Putting a hand on her tummy, I rubbed it softly as I said, “Okay, I’ll tell you about the last time she stayed here.”

The poor girl was panting hard as I said, “Well, she’d been copping feels all night. Pretty much every time you weren’t in the room she had a hand on my ass or on my breasts. When you went up to bed, we were still watching TV. She waited to hear your door shut and then she pretty much attacked me.”

Amber had her eyes closed and let out a long moan at that.

Grinning, I continued, “She knelt in front of me and flipped my t-shirt up and started licking my panties. She wrapped her arms around my legs and lifted me up a little, so excited she was nibbling and biting me. She was so turned on it made me extremely horny, and it was only a couple of minutes before I came in my panties, muffling a scream in a pillow.” My bottom hand cupped Amber’s breast while the top slid down between her very wet lips.

Amber was grunting softly, her body clenched tight as she held back an orgasm. Kissing her cheek, I said, “I was still panting when she pulled me up and dragged me to the bedroom. Now you have to understand that Jess likes me to take charge most of the time, so when we got to the bedroom I pushed her face down on the end of the bed and snatched her panties off. Her ass was on the edge, fully exposed, when I knelt down and started tongue-fucking her asshole.”

Poor Amber came with a harsh scream, crying ‘No!’ in a piercing voice as her body spasmed and her hands grabbed the sheets.

When it continued, I was really surprised, her body relaxing, then arching back up again as her pussy squirted cum like a man, quick jets of it against my fingers. She was making deep grunting noises as she slowly calmed down, her pussy spasming against my hands for a couple more seconds. When her ass touched the sheets, she started sobbing, but it only lasted another few seconds before she fell asleep.

I was staring down at her, dumbfounded at how intense that had been. God, to be able to do that. Sighing, I slid down and began licking her clean as I fingered myself to an intense orgasm, picturing her going wild in my ass on Friday.

When she woke up, we were facing each other, and I watched her sleepy eyes realize where she was. The disappointment came quickly as she said, “Oh man, I never heard how it ends.”

I pulled her to me as I giggled uncontrollably, holding tight as she eventually started giggling with me. I gave her a quick kiss as I slid back and said, “Sorry, kiddo, but I would seriously pay big money to come like that.”

She looked interested at that and said, “Really? I was trying so hard not to.”

I shook my head and said, “God, baby, what you did last night would be the envy of every woman I’ve ever known.”

That got a gleam in her eye as she said, “Cool. But I would still like to make it all the way through once.”

Laughing again, I gave her a kiss and slid out of bed to start the day.

*****

When Thursday came around, Amber came home and did school work until dinner, then started to get twitchy. It made me wonder what she did on the nights between, did she lie in bed and masturbate all night?

She actually waited for me to get in bed before coming in, but then threw her clothes off prior to sliding in with me.

We snuggled close as I asked what it would be tonight.

“I wanna know what happened next with you and Jess,” she said quickly.

I chuckled and thought for a moment, then said, “Would you like to have me use my finger on your ass while I tell you?”

She groaned softly and said, “Uh… yes.”

Rolling over, I reached in the drawer of a bedside table and pulled out a small tube of lube before rolling back to her. I adjusted her so she was facing me, sort of lying face down on my body so my hands were stroking her sweet little ass cheeks.

I put a bit of lube on my finger before starting, then said, “Jess was bent over the end of the bed, her ass sticking out as I held her down. She’s so small that her knees didn’t hit the floor, just sort of draped over the end. Her tiny little ass was sticking up, begging to get fucked.”

There was a long, breathy moan from Amber as I paused. Then I said, “I knelt behind my sister, leaned forward, and stuck my tongue in her ass.”

My finger touched Amber’s asshole and started a gentle push. Amber grunted when the tip slipped in.

“I tongue-fucked her for a minute. Then I told her, ‘Lay there like a good little girl while mommy gets ready to fuck your little ass.’ While she laid there on the bed and moaned, I put on my strap-on dildo and got the lube.”

My finger was sliding past the first knuckle as Amber buried her face in my neck, grunting continuously. Her hips were grinding her pussy into my thigh as I spoke.

“When I came back, I said to Jess, ‘What does my little girl want me to do?’ She said, ‘Fuck me, mommy, fuck me hard.’ I knelt down and pushed my lubed finger hard into her asshole, making her bury her face in the sheets so her yells of pain and pleasure wouldn’t wake you up.”

My finger was past the second knuckle when I started thrusting into Amber, her tiny little ass making it so tight and hot. Her hands were holding my shoulders as she ground her pussy hard into my thigh and made continuous ‘no’ sounds.

“I added a second finger in Jess’s ass, making her moan in excitement, getting louder as I started thrusting my fingers hard into her ass, fucking her with my hand.”

I began making quicker, harder thrusts with my finger into Amber’s ass, making her sob loudly as she rode my thigh, fucking me now. Her excitement was incredible as I felt her juices smear my leg and she made louder and louder moans into my neck.

“When Jess was nice and open, I took my fingers out and grabbed her hip and her hair, pulling her head back, and I said, ‘Mommy’s going to rape her little girl’s tight little asshole,’ then I shoved the cock in deep.”

My finger was pushed all the way in when Amber let go. Her hips ground into me hard and her body bucked wildly as her head arched back with an extremely loud scream. I actually worried a neighbor might hear and I flinched a little since she was so close to my ear.

Her pussy sprayed my thigh as she pushed against me, making the oddest sensation as it squeezed between us. She was frozen in that pose, her pussy spasming and squirting, so I pulled my finger out a bit then shoved it in again. She convulsed at that, her head pushing hard into my neck as she groaned through clenched teeth and her ass clenched around my finger.

She made a continuous series of ‘uh-uh’ sounds on my neck until she finally relaxed against me, totally out of it. I pulled my finger out and stroked her ass for a while, kissing her shoulder lightly as she sprawled across me. I eventually slid her down beside me. Amber was as limp as a rag doll. I looked down at the juices coating my leg. I definitely needed to be giving her more fluids.

I spent a little while molesting her while she slept, sucking her tits, licking her pussy, and playing with myself. I came hard while licking the juices off her body.

*****

I woke up first and watched my girl sleep for a while. It was Friday, her birthday, big things happening today.

I got up and had a good shower while she slept, cleaning really well inside and out. I woke her up when I was done and told her she was running late. I giggled a little as she stumbled dazedly to her bedroom to take a shower. Then I got dressed.

I was in the kitchen when she finally got ready. I had heard her running around upstairs, then the sound of her scrounging up her book bag. I made sure to be posed when she came in.

Amber stopped in the door when she saw me, her eyes getting big. She dropped her book bag and said, “What… I mean…”

I was standing by the counter, white knee high socks on, lacy white boy cut panties, and a half t-shirt that showed the bottom of my breasts.

“Happy birthday, baby,” I whispered.

“Oh god,” she mumbled, “oh god, Mom, that’s not fair. I have to go to school. Oh god.”

“I think you should stay home today,” I told her softly. “In fact, I think you should take your sweet mom to the bedroom and shove a cock deep in her ass.”

She grunted like I had punched her in the stomach.

Amber’s eyes were wide with shock as she stared at me, then tears welled in her eyes as she stumbled over to me, dropping to her knees in front of me. Her hands were shaking as she wrapped them around me, grabbing my ass cheeks and shoving her face in my crotch.

She was sobbing as she rubbed her face in me, mumbling words I could only half make out, “Yes… mine… Mom… oh god… oh god…”

Her hands started to get a little frantic on my ass so I reached down to pull her up. Her eyes were absolutely wild as I hugged her to me and whispered in her ear, “Shh, baby, calm down. I’m yours all day today and tomorrow. Shh, it’s all right.”

Her shaking slowed down a little, so I said “Let’s go to the bedroom, okay?”

She nodded a little jerkily, then took my hand to lead me to the bedroom.

I stopped her at the foot of the bed, then lay down on it, displaying myself to her. She stood above me in her school uniform, staring at me with hot eyes, looking from my breasts to my pussy.

“Take your clothes off, baby,” I said.

When she began doing it too quickly, I said, “Slowly…”

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again to start slowly unbuttoning her shirt. She watched my eyes as she pulled it back and let it drop, exposing her small breasts and no bra.

“Play with your breasts, Amber,” I whispered.

Her breath caught for a second, then she reached up with both hands and palmed her small breasts. They were too small to cup, but had large aureola and her nipples stood out.

“Pinch your nipples,” I said seductively.

She tilted her head back and her eyes half closed as she took both nipples in her fingers and pulled outward a little on them. She groaned a little as she watched me through her half-closed eyes.

“Slide one hand down and slip it under your skirt,” I said, then watched as her right hand moved down her stomach and slipped slowly under the waistband of her skirt.

“Good baby, that’s good,” I said softly. “Now run a finger through your pussy. Get it nice and wet.”

Her eyes closed for a second, then I could see her arm move down and up a couple of times.

“Take it out and suck your pussy juice off your finger,” I said.

She moaned loudly and closed her eyes, her knees bending a little as her hand came out, finger glistening. Her finger slipped between her lips and she moaned really loudly, her hips thrusting a little forward.

I watched her for a second, then said, “Take your skirt off.”

When she opened her eyes and moved her hands down, I let mine slide down and let my finger start tracing along my own pussy lips.

Amber was staring again as her hands unsnapped the skirt and let it drop. Her white panties had a large wet spot in the front and her hand slipped down to rub them the same way I was. I don’t think she was even aware she was doing it.

Sliding to the end of the bed, I moved off to kneel in front of her, looking up at her face. She was breathing frantically, her hands shaking and fluttering beside her as I placed my hands on her ass and leaned my face closer. Our eyes were locked as I stopped an inch from her panty-covered pussy lips. “What do you want?”

Her hips were twitching toward me as she grunted out, “Tongue… uh, now, Mom.”

Maintaining eye contact I leaned in and pushed my tongue hard against her wet panties. She threw her head back and grabbed me, grinding my face in her pussy as she gushed into her panties. She was making a long series of grunting sounds as she did it, then just sort of melted to the floor. Her body lay back with her legs bent under her, displaying her completely.

I reached up and slid her panties off, then lay face down and wrapped my hands around her thighs before starting to lick her outer lips. She grunted in a relaxed way as I started. I took my time and enjoyed myself, sucking her tight outer lips for a while, tugging with my lips and bathing them with my tongue.

Eventually I moved inward, licking and probing her inner lips with my tongue, amazed at how wet she was. She was oozing cum as she moaned above me, keeping my tongue busy lapping it up. I had been at it about five minutes when she started winding up again, her hand resting on my head.

I slid a finger forward and gently pushed in, not deep, just planning to stop when I hit her hymen. I didn’t, it was gone. I almost panicked, but got it together and kept enjoying her, figuring it was too late to worry about now. Sort of shrugging to myself, I let my finger move deeper, taking advantage of the opportunity. She was so tight I didn’t think someone had fucked her, so she’d probably done it herself accidentally. I let my finger slide in and out gently for a while, having to really control it since she was clamping down so hard. I had been holding her down with my other arm for a while as she thrashed and mumbled.

When my finger was moving a little more freely in her drenched channel, I started curling it upward slightly, trying to find her g-spot. As my finger searched, I let my tongue move through her pussy lips, probing for and finding her small, mostly hidden clit. It was serendipity that I hit her clit and g-spot at the same time.

Amber yelled and yanked my hair a little as she tried to arch up. Her body was incredibly tense as she tried to fight off the orgasm. I let my finger start stroking over her spot as I gently let my tongue press against her clit.

She twitched and made short screeching protests, yanked my hair a couple of more times as she strained to control it, but eventually let it overtake her. She wrapped her legs around my head and tried to force me up as her shoulders lifted her body and her head arched back. Her mouth was wide open but no sound came out as she began gushing cum across my face. She held that tense pose through three squirts, then drew a deep breath and screamed. Her hands were on the carpet now as she arched back again.

The scream made me jump slightly it sounded so animalistic, but I was distracted as she sprayed me down again. I was pretty sure she’d peed on me a little this time, but accepted it as what it was. I stayed with her, but took my finger and lips off her tender spots.

When she relaxed, I scooted up to pull her onto my lap as she started sobbing. I rocked her and kissed her cheek and lips until her eyes came back into focus.

“God,” she mumbled, “God, Mom, that was so good.”

I grinned a little at the drugged tone of voice, the sound reminding me of when I was recovering from an operation and the pain meds had given me a nice buzz.

As she came around a little more, I guided her up and left her standing there, and went to get the smaller dildo and oil. She was round-eyed when I came back and sat on the bed in front of her. I was grinning as I strapped the tool on my daughter.

Slipping the t-shirt off, and my panties down, I turned around and crawled slowly onto the bed, my head turned, giving her a come-hither look. I put two pillows under my hips, then spread myself out, ass in the air, arms and legs in an X shape.

Looking over my shoulder at her, I said, “Sodomize me.”

She got that glazed look to her eyes as she slowly climbed up behind me and knelt between my legs. I put my head down and relaxed as I felt her hand rub softly over my ass.

Soon she leaned down and kissed my ass cheeks gently, making a soft moaning noise as she held her lips there. Her mouth stayed on my butt for a time, kissing and licking my cheeks, before hesitantly slipping between them. She was skittish about tonguing my asshole, but eventually let it swirl around, getting a deep groan from me.

Amber was breathing very heavily, her breath blowing across my ass in hot waves. My pussy was dripping by now, the anticipation pushing me hard. When the oil dripped onto my ass I really moaned, then tightened up as her finger began running up and down, spreading the oil. She eventually stopped over my asshole and began slowly probing.

When her finger slipped in she gasped and muttered, “Oh god… uhh… ooh,” in a wispy breath. Her hand stayed there for a moment, then began pulling out and pushing back in. I was grunting as she finger-fucked my ass, and she was groaning loudly in excitement.

“Two,” I said.

Her mouth came down and bit gently on my ass cheek as the second finger went in, staying there with her mouth on me as her fingers resumed fucking me.

“Fuck me, baby,” I grunted softly. Through my moans, I quietly instructed, “Rub oil on the cock, then put it against my asshole. Let me push back onto it.”

Amber gave a soft sobbing sound as she crawled over me, then stopped as I felt the cock touch my butt cheeks. She slowly guided it to my asshole, shaking and sobbing as she said, “N-now, Mom.”

When I pushed up enough for the head to slip in, her hand came down so she was propped above me in a push-up position. I began pushing steadily upwards, the smaller dildo making this much easier. I had planned to use the regular one, but was afraid she would get so excited it might hurt me.

Her hips touched mine as I fisted the sheets and said, “Fuck me, baby, rape my ass.”

She made a deep growling noise and started pulling out just a bit and pushing back in, gradually getting a feel for it.

“That’s it, sodomize your mother. Fuck me hard. Shove that cock in my ass,” I grunted into the sheets where I had my face buried.

Her hair was swishing over my back making me think she was looking down at us as she panted and moaned above me. The cock would push in, forcing my ass open, driving deep inside me until her pussy hit my ass. I could feel her cunt dripping on me as she fucked me. I was so freaking excited I could hardly breathe, the thought of Amber above me, sodomizing me on my bed forcing tears from my eyes as I mumbled and yelled below her.

I came hard, driving my knees in and hunching my back to force my face into the mattress. I let out a muffled scream and pushed my hips hard into the mattress. Amber froze above me, not making a sound, and it wasn’t until I felt her juices running down my ass that I realized she was coming above me. She just locked up and froze with the cock in my ass as I slowly relaxed below her.

She eased down on top of me, still buried deep in my ass as she licked my shoulders for a while. I was surprised when her hips began making shallow thrusts, and even more surprised when she pushed up on her hands again and began driving into me. Her loud grunts and growls were in time with her hips slapping my ass. Her juices had run into my asshole and were making loud squelching noises as the cock plundered my ass.

Amber soon was making short screaming noises, yelling words that I couldn’t understand. I lay there, trying to adjust to the aggressive pounding she was giving me, then shocked myself by coming with a scream. It was different when she came this time, dropping on top of me, clutching her hands to my shoulders as she sort of humped my ass and her head rested against my neck. It went on for quite a while as she flooded my ass with her fluids.

She eventually relaxed and just lay there, until I realized she was out like a light. Groaning a little, I managed to roll her to the side, wincing when the cock pulled free. My ass was pretty tender, though that was to be expected. I had told her to rape my ass, so I couldn’t complain when she did.

Hell of a start to the day.

I took the strap-on off her, then staggered into the bathroom, my ass sore from the pounding. After cleaning up, I went back to the bedroom.

Amber was sprawled out where I had left her, mouth partly open, arms and legs splayed out, her whole lower body glistening with fluids.

When I sat down on the bed, her eyes blinked open. I pulled her into a hug, then patted her butt.

“Well, honey,” I told my daughter, “that was probably the most incredible sex I’ve ever had.”

She looked up, blushing, but with a proud look in her eye as she said, “Really?”

I nodded and said, “Uh-huh. I take it you liked it too?”

Amber said, “Oh my God, yes. It was… it was… God, I don’t know.”

THE END


Dear Readers: This ending no doubt seems a bit abrupt, and indeed, it isn’t actually where Tater Tot chose to conclude the story. What happens is that the narrative perspective suddenly shifts, without any warning or explanation, from the mother to the daughter. Needless to say, this decision by the author is somewhat befuddling. After talking it over, however, we decided to continue with the story (our edited version), but publish it as “Amber II“.

Moonlight Desires, Part Two

  • Posted on August 29, 2017 at 6:55 am

By Amanda Lynn

Nervous excitement filled me as I turned off the lantern and crawled to the front of the tent and peeked outside.

All was quiet. The full moon shone brightly on my face and a feeling of desire rushed through me. I took a deep breath and scanned the house for any signs of life. All the lights were out and I knew I wouldn’t be seen unless someone looked out the window of the spare room or came down to the patio doors. Which was unlikely as both my parents slept very soundly.

Crawling out of the tent, I turned around and grabbed a blanket and my pillow. The silver light of the full moon negated the need for a flashlight. Though no one could hear me, I tiptoed across the grass to the picnic table anyway. Folding the blanket in half, I lay it on the table and placed the pillow at one end.

Looking up at the moon, I smiled, then unbuttoned my pajama top and slipped it off and lay it on the seat of the picnic table. Hooking my fingers in the waist band of my bottoms, I pushed them down my legs and off. Picking them up, I folded them and lay with my top.

Totally naked, I giggled softly at my boldness. If Mom or Dad caught me I would be in so much trouble. But right now, I didn’t care. I was outside and finally I could have the moonlight touch my body without the filter of my bedroom window.

I glanced back at the house once more, scanning the windows. Feeling more secure, I did a pirouette, my arms raised out from my sides, spinning in circles. Free of any inhibition, I dance around the backyard for a few minutes. I giggled again, running my hands up and down my naked body. I pinched at the erect nipples of my small boobs. I found my sex and played a finger through the slick folds. I brought my hand up and held it in front of my face. I studied the juices that clung to my finger, shimmering in the moonlight. Savoring the taste, I cleaned each finger with my mouth then held my hands up above my head as if reaching for the moon.

The moon. That is why I was out here, wasn’t it? I needed to feel that sweet release outside, under the full moon.

I scurried back to the picnic table and climbed on top as if it was an altar and I was the sacrifice. Laying on my back I adjusted the pillow and stared up at the moon’s brilliant disk that was now almost directly overhead. I felt naughty and excited and scared and very, very horny as I splayed myself to it. The moonlight seemed to tickle my skin as a gentle gust of wind sent a small shiver through me.

I pinched my erect nipple with one hand as the other moved across my belly down to my needful sex. Fingers ran through my sparse bush and onto my vulva. I held my hand still for just a second before I traced the outline of my labia. I continued to circle my finger for a few minutes more before I slid it into the center of my sex. I moaned softly. My velvety soft lips were coated in my thick creamy juices.

Pushing my finger down to my eager entrance, I traced it a couple of times before shoving my finger inside. I pushed my hips up against my finger and whimpered. I withdrew my finger then shoved it back in. I grunted. My heart was pounding in my chest and I was panting and moaning as I fucked myself. I wished I had remembered to bring the hairbrush with me from the tent.

Bringing my hand down from my nipple I placed a finger on either side of my swollen clit and squeezed it between them. Bolts of lightning shot from my center and flashed to all parts of my body. I bucked wildly against my hand, a second finger joining the one already inside.

I could feel the turmoil deep within me trying to work its way out. It was twisting in on itself, coiling into a tightly wound spring. The moonlight pouring down on me only amplified the sensation. I squeezed and pulled at my clit as my fingers drove deep into my sopping cunt.

“Yes. Fuck.” I moaned. I wanted to scream but the little bit of sanity that remained in me kept me from doing something that might wake my parents.

I could only imagine what it must look like. A naked fourteen-year-old girl, lying on top of the picnic table, in the moonlight, fucking herself silly.  My head thrashed, my hand moved furiously across my throbbing clit, and my fingers thrust deep inside against bucking hips. I was so close, so damn close. I felt reality slipping away and the light of the moon clutching at my fevered flesh.

Then it happened.

Not the glorious orgasm I was expecting, that I needed so badly. But a hand on my lower leg, and a soft voice speaking my name.

“Amanda. Don’t. Not like this.”

My subconscious mind reacted first. I sat up, raising my knees to my chest, an arm around my breasts, the other arm supporting me against the table. I didn’t scream, or try to flee. I was confused, but felt safe. I sensed no danger. I felt no malice from the figure I saw standing at the end of the table, smiling at me, her warm hand now resting on my foot. Some part of me recognized this woman, but I couldn’t place the face.

“I am sorry, Amanda. I didn’t mean to scare you,” she said with a charming accent.

Accent? As my world started making sense again, memories came flooding back. Now I recognized the voice, and the woman it belonged to.

“Selene? What the—!”

“I’m sorry, but we really do not have time for a proper explanation.” She moved closer. A silky soft hand slid from my foot up to my knee.

“Explain what? What are you talking about?” I snapped.

What the hell was she doing here? How did she find me? And why tonight? I knew I should be pulling away, running for my house and locking the doors, then calling the cops. And yet… I didn’t want to. I felt safe, comfortable. Somehow, I knew I had nothing to fear from this beautiful woman.

“You are cursed, Amanda. Well, your bloodline is. You are the just the latest one to suffer from it. I am here to save you and to end the curse. But time is short. You will need to trust me.”

I felt pressure from her hand pushing my knees down until my legs were stretched out flat. But what was she talking about? What curse? I looked at Selene’s face. Her expression was serious and full of concern. Her eyes took on an eerie glow from the reflected moonlight. They were drawing me in and I felt the same attraction to her I’d felt earlier at the mall.

Her hands, now on my shoulders, gently eased me back onto the pillow. I gave in to her easily, doing what she wanted without question. It seemed I couldn’t resist her even if I’d wanted to.

She smiled sweetly, leaning closer, her face just inches from mine. One hand brushed the hair from my face as the other caressed my arm. My mind was a jumble, I was confused. I had a thousand questions. But I also wanted this woman to touch me, the rest of the world be damned.

“How, how did you find me?” I croaked from a dry throat.

“I could feel your passion as soon as you walked into my shop this afternoon. I wasn’t sure at first, but once I touched your hand I knew you were the one. After that it was easy to track you,” she explained as she stepped back. With practiced fingers, she reached behind her neck and unzipped her dress, then let it fall to the ground.

“The one… what?” I uttered.

This was nuts. There is no such thing as a curse. Why am I listening to this woman? This gorgeous, naked woman standing next to me. She had me under a spell of her own. One strong enough that I had all but forgotten about the moon.

“Do you trust me?” she asked softly, her lips hovering just above mine now. My tummy fluttered as felt the warmth of her breath caress my cheek. The scent of her perfume filled my nostrils, and I heard myself sigh. I did trust her. I wanted to be here. With her. Now.

“Yes,” I whispered.

Strangely, I did trust her. But before I could say anything else, Selene gently brushed her lips over mine. I felt my pussy throb and a renewed excitement washed over me. Pushing her lips against my mouth I felt her tongue. I parted mine and our tongues met. They explored and danced in a crazy frenzy. Her lips tasted sweet from the lip gloss she wore and I couldn’t seem to get enough.

I whined in protest as she broke the kiss. But I wasn’t disappointed for long as she quickly climbed onto the picnic table and lay atop me. Her body was warm and her large breasts pushed against mine. She brought her mouth down toward my mouth and just before our lips touched, she whispered, “You will soon be free, my love.”

Her kiss was passionate. I was lost in the ecstasy of what was happening, and I willingly gave myself to her. I was still in need of release but for once it wasn’t the moon that was pulling at me. Somehow Selene was blocking me from its effects. My hands moved to her back and reveled in the soft, smooth skin beneath my fingers. Selene moaned into my mouth as she kissed me. She moved her face and kissed at the corners of my mouth and sucked my bottom lip between hers.

She adjusted her position above me and I groaned loudly as her thigh moved between my legs and pressed against my aching cunt. She nipped at my ears and neck as she began to thrust forward, driving herself against my sex. The beast in my belly was awake again. My moans traveled in the night air and echoed off the house and trees. I was sure that I might wake someone, but didn’t care. This incredible woman was on top of me. Humping me. No, fucking me. She was fucking me, and I was quickly approaching the precipice I craved.

I was crying, cursing. My hands clawed at Selene’s back. My sweat-soaked body heaved and trembled. My breathing was rapid and labored. Two more thrusts from Selene and the beast suddenly escaped. I screamed. A blinding white light filled my vision as my reality shattered into a million pieces. I was floating above the table looking down at the two bodies upon it that lay tangled together. I drifted upward, the scene below becoming smaller, fading from view. A soft voice called my name, whispering to me.

When the world returned and I opened my eyes, Selene was still on top of me, smiling.

“Welcome back. How do you feel?”

I looked at her. I felt different, as if something was missing. What had happened? What had she done to me? That orgasm was so wonderful, incredibly intense, almost magical.

“Fine, I think. What happened? Besides the most amazing orgasm I’ve ever had,” I said bashfully.

Selene chuckled. “You’re free now. But this table is not the most comfortable bed. Let’s move to your tent,” she suggested as she climbed off me.

Taking my hand, she helped me off the table. As I picked up the blanket and pillow I looked up at the house. It was still dark. My screams apparently hadn’t disturbed anyone.

I led Selene toward my tent wondering how I could feel so attracted to this woman. A woman I had met less than ten hours earlier. In the tent, we lay side by side facing each other. She brushed the hair away from my face again and gently kissed me.

I returned the kiss, then said, “I think I know what’s going to happen now. What I want to happen now. But before that, please explain what’s going on. I mean, a crazy lady I just met told me I was cursed and then fucked me on my picnic table.” I giggled, feeling giddy. It was so surreal. I had done nothing to resist her. Not entirely sure why, but I didn’t want to resist.

Selene laughed. “When you put it that way, it does sound as if I am a crazy lady. But I can assure you I am not, and I have just saved you from a lifetime of torment.”

I looked at her, still not sure if I believed what she was saying. But those feelings I’d had seemed real enough. “Tell me about this curse,” I asked, caressing her arm.

She sighed at the touch and began to speak. “Two thousand years ago, a young woman living on a farm outside of Athens found she was barren. This upset her husband greatly and he threatened to cast her out unless she gave him a son before the end of the season. Desperate, she begged Aphrodite to bless her with a child. Aphrodite heeded her plea and granted the woman her wish and gave her twins, a boy and girl. After the children were born, Aphrodite appeared to the woman and told her that, in payment for the kindness, she must sacrifice one of her children.”

“That’s horrible. Did she sacrifice her child?” I asked.

Selene shook her head. “No. And this angered Aphrodite. In her fury, she struck down both the woman’s husband and her son, and then she cursed the girl and further, a girl child from every fifth generation following that. The cursed girl would be born under the full moon and have a powerful attraction to it. Once she reached the age of sexual awareness, usually just before puberty, the moon would have a magnifying effect on her need sexually release, peaking on the full moon every month.”

“That doesn’t sound like a bad thing,” I said with a giggle. My hand had made its way to Selene’s hip.

“You wouldn’t think. But unless the girl has been brought to climax by the moon goddess during the last full moon before the fall equinox of the girl’s fourteenth year, she cannot be saved from the curse.”

“Okay. So what’s the downside?”

“If she is not saved, her sexual desires will continue to grow, becoming so intense that they will override everything else. You would not care about family, your friends, your job. Nothing at all. All you will want to do is orgasm. But you will never be able to get enough. You will never be sated. Eventually you will lose your mind and most likely take your own life to end the misery.”

Swallowing hard, I stared at her dumbfounded, trying to make sense of what I had just heard.

“So, the woman that pissed off Aphrodite was a distant relative of mine?” I guessed. Did I really want to know? Could any of this actually be true?

Selene slowly nodded.

I thought for a moment. “Um… tonight is the last full moon before the fall equinox, and I am in my fourteenth year, and you made me come.”

“It is, you are, and I did,” she said softly.

“Selene…”

I said her name aloud, more to myself than to her. Then it clicked. My jaw dropped and I stared into her eyes.

“Selene was the name of the Greek goddess of the moon,” I said. “Are you telling me that you are an ancient Greek goddess, here to save me from the curse of another Greek goddess?”

She shrugged and smiled meekly. “Guilty as charged.”

I flopped over onto my back. This was too much. Could this all be real? Is she truly the personification of a mythical Greek goddess? Or is she just a nut job who somehow captivated me with her beauty?

Either way, that orgasm was great and I wanted more. I have to admit though, the pull of the moon no longer seemed to be there. I couldn’t feel it anymore.

The heat between my legs was still there, however, except this time it was the odd but beautiful woman lying beside me who was fueling my desire. I rolled back over and moved closer to Selene, wrapping an arm around her, placing a leg over hers.

“Thank you,” I said and kissed her lips.

“For?”

“Saving me from damnation.”

“You believe me then?”

“The jury is still out, but I figure why tempt fate.”

“Well, yes, they can be fickle,” Selene chuckled.

“Maybe, though, just to make sure, while we still have the full moon…” I said in a seductive voice.

She smiled and pulled me into her arms. Our lips met and we kissed deeply. I groaned at the touch of her fingers as they played across my back. I placed my hands on her ample breasts. Her dark nipples stood tall and I tugged at one. She moaned into my mouth and then sucked on my tongue. I pulled away and moved to take her nipple into my mouth. Sucking on the pebbled flesh, I flicked my tongue over the end of the nipple. My hand slid across her sweaty abdomen and through the curly nest of hairs of her pubis. Finding her engorged clit, I rubbed it for several moments before pushing down through her damp folds. Selene moaned, and her hips pushed up.

“By the gods, that feels good,” she groaned.

I let go of her nipple and kissed my way down her belly until my face hovered above her sex. Her scent was strong but not unpleasant. I had licked Nikki’s pussy several times, but somehow this seemed different. This was a mature older woman. A much older woman if she was actually a Greek goddess.

I kissed her labia, then spread her slick lips with my fingers. I licked at the velvety pink flesh from entrance to clit and back, tasting the exquisite sweetness of her thick cream. Selene bucked and moaned. I pushed one finger, then another into the hot wetness of her vagina. As I took her clit into my mouth, I fucked her quickly.

“Please, yes,” Selene moaned loudly.

I sucked on her clit, dragging my teeth across the swollen bud. My fingers pumped as she bucked hard against me. I bit and sucked and fucked the Greek goddess as she writhed beneath me. Selene was panting hard as she moaned obscenities into the night air. When she started to come I moved my mouth down to her entrance and lapped at the juices that flowed freely from her. Selene’s hands grabbed my head and held me hard against her pulsing cunt. I drank of her juices until she relaxed and released her grip on me.

I crawled up her body and kissed her, then she held my face and licked her juices from my lips and around my mouth. “Mmm,” she grinned, “I taste good.”

I smiled and kissed her some more. I nipped and sucked on her lips and tongue and then her ear and neck. She softly moaned and then pulled me back in front of her.

“Sit on my face. I need to taste you,” she said with a wink.

I giggled. This was something I had never done with Nikki but definitely wanted to try. I got up on my knees and positioned myself above her. Her hands went to my ass, squeezing my cheeks as I lowered my dripping pussy to her eagerly waiting mouth.

I gasped when I felt her lips touch my opening. Selene’s explored around the moist flesh for a few moments before pushing inside me. Her strong hands moved to my hips and held me still as she explored my depths. I shuddered as her tongue probed deeper than I thought possible.

“Oh god,” I gulped as she fucked me with her expert tongue.

I began to bounce against her. The pleasure her tongue caused was exquisite. Tendrils of excitement shot throughout my body and I quivered on her face. Selene pulled out of my sodden vagina and pushed the flat of her tongue up through my tingling folds and onto my clit. Her tongue flicked and swirled over the sensitive bud. I twitched and jerked. I tried to buck my hips against her but she held me fast. Selene’s mouth engulfed my clit and she sucked on it for all she was worth.

I cried out at the torrent of pleasure that was now radiating from my sex. I wanted, no, I needed to ride this woman’s face. To grind myself into her. Still, she held me fast. Her teeth caught my throbbing bud and pulled along its super sensitive flesh.

“Oh god Selene! Don’t stop, please. It feels so fucking good!” I cried out.

Selene listened to my plea as she continued to torment my clit with her teeth and tongue. My entire body was shaking and I fell forward, holding myself up with my outstretched arms. My whole body was being racked with pleasure as Selene continued to assault my pussy with her mouth.

I drew a sharp breath when Selene inserted two of her long slender fingers into my core. She slowly fucked me taking her mouth from my clit. With only one hand holding my hip I was now able to rock against her hand.

“You like that, baby?” she asked coyly.

I could only grunt my affirmative. She began to fuck me harder as she curled her fingers, searching for my g-spot. My orgasm was close. The pressure in my center had built to the point of overflow and would soon crest the meager barriers that held it back.

“Selene. Fuck yes. I’m gonna come!” I cried.

Then my body stiffened and her fingers quickly withdrew and were just as quickly replaced with her mouth. She sucked on my entrance just as my orgasm broke the levy and juices flowed in abundance from me into the waiting mouth of my lover.

My body shuddered and I collapsed on top of Selene. She pulled my quivering form down beside her and held me until my breathing calmed. She kissed my lips and I tasted myself on her. I wrapped my arms around her and snuggled against her heaving breasts.

“That was so wonderful. Thank you,” I said sleepily.

“My pleasure,” she murmured, stroking my hair as she held me close.

 

* * *

 

The sounds of chirping birds and the warmth of the morning sun on my face woke me. I stretched and yawned before opening my eyes. I was in the tent, under a blanket, and wearing my pajamas. I looked to the empty place beside me. Selene must have dressed me in my PJs before she left.

As I thought about all the things that happened during the previous night, I realized that the ever-present pull of the moon, something that had been with me for as long as I could remember, was gone. It was the morning after a full moon and I should be experiencing a very strong desire to masturbate. And yet I wasn’t. I felt completely sated.

Tentatively, I reached my hand inside my PJs and touched my clit. It was tender, a result of last night’s sex. I rubbed it for a moment and felt a familiar twinge of pleasure. I pulled my hand away and waited. The desire faded away.

“Maybe it was all true,” I said aloud.

The thought of no longer being in a constant state of arousal and being able to come whenever I wanted made me sad for a moment. But if everything Selene had told me was true, then I would be forever grateful for her intervention.

Smiling, I headed into the house for breakfast.

 

* * *

 

I stood just inside the entrance way, staring blankly at the vacant shop before me. Twenty-four hours ago, this had been Selene’s. Now it was just an empty space.

I had come to the mall to see Selene and to thank her again for the incredible night of sex and for saving my life, along with the hopes of maybe getting together again sometime. I felt a tear roll down my cheek and began to wonder if she had actually existed at all.

I turned to walk away when I heard a man’s voice calling to me.

“Excuse me, Miss?”

I turned back and saw an older man, dressed in a plaid shirt and a pair of denim overalls, appear from a back room of the empty shop. He was carrying a small cardboard box.

“Are you Amanda?” he asked as he approached me.

“Yes,” I answered nervously.

“The previous owner of this location told me you would be around today and asked me to give this to you,” he said as he handed me the box.

Accepting it, I asked, “Did she… say where she was going?”

He shook his head. “No. Just told me to give you this box.”

“Okay. Thanks,” I said.

He nodded, then turned and walked away.

Back in my room, I carefully opened the box and looked inside. Tissue paper and packing peanuts hid the contents. I gently tipped the box, letting the packing material fall out. Looking back in, I knew what I would find.

I reached in and gingerly pulled the item out. My eyes filled with tears as I gazed upon the statue of Luna that I had admired the day before in the store. A small note was taped to the base. I removed it and read:

I am so glad I found you in time. I wanted you to have this little gift, something to remember me by.

Love, Selene

I set the statue on my dresser and admired it.

Although I was free of the curse, it had left me with one very pleasant side effect. I would soon discover that during the night of the full moon, my sexual desire and subsequent orgasms would still be greatly amplified. Nikki would come to love the full moon just as much as I did.

THE END

A Beautiful Day

  • Posted on August 28, 2017 at 1:57 pm

By Taylor

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in May 2009 }

It was a hot morning in the middle of September, and I was standing there alone in the kitchen, waiting by the door in my bathrobe. It was still summer but vacation was over. My mom felt funny about leaving me alone at my age, but because I was almost twelve, she thought it would be okay. Besides, she didn’t have much personal time left at work.

I had told my mom I had a stomach ache and she let me stay home from school, even though my big sister Rhonda kept saying I was a little faker. I guess Mom believed me, because every time I told her I felt sick before that, I really was sick.

I honestly don’t know if I felt bad about lying about it for the first time. There were too many other things going on in my head. I was nervous and I was shaking and I felt like I was going crazy, and it was all because I was in love.

Yes, that’s what I said. I know you’re probably laughing at me right now and saying that a girl of eleven can’t be in love. I am no expert. I’m simply a young girl looking out the window on a rainy day and remembering, and I can tell you how I felt. And it was no quick fall, like with some girls. I know some idiots in school now, fifteen or sixteen years old, who start going out with a guy yesterday and suddenly today they are in love.

No, it was no quick fall, but there was a quick “something,” I can tell you that. Maybe part of it was because of growing pains, trying to get people to stop treating me like a little girl, and all the emotions running through me. Another part was that my best friend Heather had just moved away, leaving me just plain lonely and sad. But there was definitely a part of the quick something I wasn’t prepared for…

*****

It was one beautiful June morning, not long after my best friend had moved away, that I stepped out in the backyard in my t-shirt and shorts. I was wearing a pair of big, dark sunglasses and listening to music through headphones from my MP3 player. It had rained during the night and the grass felt wonderful between my toes. I swept the excess water off one of the lawn chairs and lay down, closing my eyes.

I don’t remember how long I lay there, but the headphones were suddenly yanked from my ears.

“Hey, Mouse-Fart!” Rhonda yelled at me. That’s my sister and one of her many cute pet names for me. “God, can’t you fucking hear?”

“I was listening to my music, do you mind?”

She was in her red bikini — no doubt wanting to sunbathe, but there were two chairs, so why bug me? She was a beautiful girl, my sister, with blond hair and blue eyes like me, and a great body, but she’s always had issues of territory and of trust, and has always been combative in one way or another.

“What kind of music? Is it Sesame Street, or Hannah-fucking-Montana?”

I was used to her being mean to me. It sometimes felt like I wanted to hit her, but she was bigger than me, and I knew it wouldn’t end up very well, so I just let it go.

“Go somewhere else so we can lay out,” Rhonda said.

“Who’s ‘we’?”

Rhonda stepped off to the side, I saw the girl who had been standing behind her and something happened to me. I didn’t know what it was. There was a warm feeling in my tummy and then tingles that ran all over me.

I took off my sunglasses and stood up from the lawn chair, nearly stumbling, glad that my sister didn’t take the opportunity to make a joke about it.

“Jasmine, this is my little sister Allison,” Rhonda said. “Allison, this is Jasmine. Her family moved into Heather’s house. My sister and Heather were best friends for a long time.”

“I’m sorry your friend moved away,” Jasmine said to me, “but it’s nice to meet you, Allison.”

Her voice was gentle like the breeze. She was about five feet, three inches tall and her skin was dark, golden-brown colored. Her hair was long and black and filled with wavy curls. She wore a yellow bikini and her body was absolute perfection with firm round breasts, a flat tummy and shapely legs, but none of that mattered at the time as much as her face. It was her face that captured me from the start, and the way she looked at me with her beautiful dark, sparkling eyes, and the way her full red lips spread into such a gentle smile.

“It’s nice to meet you, too,” I said.

“I don’t really want to kick you out of your own back yard,” she said.

“Oh,” Rhonda said, “she doesn’t mind, do you, Ally?”

“No, I’ll be fine,” I said, and quickly ran into the house and climbed the stairs, going to my room, closing the door. I was breathing very heavily. I threw my MP3 on my pillow and fell back across the bed. All I could think about was her face and her voice and yes, her body did creep in there too, and what the hell was that all about? It was total confusion.

*****

Three months later I stood by the kitchen door, looking up at the clock, not knowing if I wanted it to slow down or to speed up. This day had been planned, and I’d followed the plan so far, and it had worked, right down to my mother being short on personal time. Of course, my tummy really did seem to have a knot in it as the time approached, even a hint of nausea.

I saw someone through the window. It was Jasmine, wearing a yellow t-shirt and red athletic shorts. My heart began pounding as I stepped to the kitchen door and pulled it open.

“Hello, Ally,” she said to me, stepping in and hugging me. “I’ve missed you. How are you, sweetheart?”

Jasmine’s embrace was warm and secure, but I was still trembling when she let me go. I closed the kitchen door and turned around. She must have sensed my nervousness because she reached out and touched my face, caressing it softly.

“Oh, Ally, are you all right with this?”

“Yes,” I said.

She put one arms around my neck and leaned over me, looking into my eyes. She kissed me. She had kissed me several times over the latter part of the summer, and although they’d been sweet kisses, each more passionate than the last, they had been given under much more covert circumstances. When you are fifteen, you don’t want to get caught making out with your best friend’s little sister. The kiss calmed me.

“Ally, I have to tell you something,” Jasmine said to me, looking down into my eyes and holding me. “I’ve only been with one girl before and we didn’t do much of anything, so don’t feel nervous with me, okay?

If you don’t feel like doing anything more than talking and kissing, maybe a little touching, that’s fine. I just don’t want you to be scared. You’re still a very young girl and you have plenty of… time.”

With the last sentence, dared by the words very young girl, I quickly backed away and untied my robe, allowing it to dangle open. It exposed enough to show that I was naked underneath, completely naked, and I looked to Jasmine’s eyes for her reaction.

“Well,” she said, “it looks like you’re serious.”

“I love you,” I said, “and I want to be with you.”

I didn’t know how I managed to get that out. I think it was pure guts. I knew I did desire her in that way, to touch her and be touched by her. After all, how many nights had I lay in my bed in the dark thinking about her and masturbating? Too many to count.

I took Jasmine’s hand and told her to slip her shoes off at the door. She smiled at me and took them off and then, hand-in-hand, I walked her to the stairs and we climbed them. We wound up in my mother’s bedroom, where I told her to sit on edge of the bed. I took a deep breath and removed my robe completely. I moved close to her and watched her dark eyes move over my body.

I had very small breasts that rose in little points from my chest, and a very small tuft of golden pubic hair at the tip of my crack. I had a slender waist and my hips had begun to widen a bit in the past few months. My legs were not very long, but they were tanned and athletic.

“You have a beautiful body, Allison,” she said. “I want to kiss you all over.”

I let her pull me close and hold me and I leaned down and this time I kissed her. After the kiss ended, I wanted to hear her say the words, so I asked her.

“Are you in love with me, Jasmine?”

“Allison, you are very special to me, but… give me some time.”

I kissed her again. I kissed her passionately. I wasn’t disappointed. For me, Jasmine was a dream come true, everything about her — seeing her for the first time, understanding through Jasmine what I felt about her in the beginning… and realizing she felt the same way about me.

*****

I was sitting in the backyard one night by myself, crying quietly. Jasmine came out the back door to grab her bike and go home when she heard me there in the dark. She found me sitting in the grass and sat down next to me, then asked me what was wrong.

I tried to tell her it was nothing, but she said, “When a girl is sitting in her back yard crying, something is definitely wrong.”

“Okay,” I said, “but I can’t tell anybody about it.”

“Well, maybe not your mom or your sister, but I’m impartial and non-judgmental. You can tell me anything. And I won’t rat on you, either.”

“No,” I said, “I can’t tell you…”

“Well, there are some things I can’t tell other people and I know how that is, Allison. It’s terrible to have secrets. You know the worst one? Not being able to tell someone what you feel about them because you’re afraid of what they might think. That’s a tough one. It would be funny, you know, if both of us had that little secret… wouldn’t it?”

Jasmine put her arm around me there in the grass and kissed me lingeringly on the cheek, then once again further back, closer to my ear, and I didn’t shrink away.

“That’s my secret, Allison. I like girls… and I really like you. Can you keep my secret?”

I wiped my eyes and looked up at her, smiling. “Yes,” I sighed, “I can.”

That night was the first night I masturbated to thoughts of Jasmine without guilt or hesitation, and it was to be followed by many more.

*****

I felt her lips begin to kiss me about the neck and her fingers move up and down my body. She touched my small breasts and flicked at my nipples. It caused a tickle at my throat and sent tingles straight down below.

“Why don’t you come lie down?” she asked me.

I climbed on the bed. I was still shaking, mind you, still uncertain — though this beautiful girl, almost the age that I am now, was doing everything to make me feel good. Before very long, I was completely hers.

I loved her kisses on my mouth, the neck and shoulders, and then lower down, finally kissing my little breasts. I could feel her fingers on my thighs, caressing them, and I reached up to run my fingers through those tresses of black hair. She began sucking on my nipples, getting them hard, and I realized her breathing was heavy and her crotch was half-riding my thigh. God, that excited me!

I reached out and grabbed her hips, encouraging her to grind against my thigh. She sat up and grinned at me, all red-faced.

“I want to see your breasts,” I said, and watched Jasmine pull her t-shirt off over her head, then unhook her bra and take it off, showing her beautiful breasts to me. The nipples were dark, and they were already stiff.

“Can I touch them?” The question felt foolish as soon as I asked it, but she didn’t treat it that way.

“Please,” Jasmine said. “Please touch them. And play with my nipples.”

I reached up and took them in my hands, feeling her nipples between my fingers. All the while, she continued to grind against my thigh, her movements growing more and more tense. Then she straddled me and began rubbing herself against the base of my belly. I continued to gently pinch her nipples as she ground faster and faster, finally seizing up and crying out into the quiet of the house, then falling forward against me, moaning quietly and breathing heavily against my neck.

“Oh, Allison,” Jasmine sighed.

“Yeah,” I said.

“That was beautiful. Have you ever had one of those? You know what I mean, right?”

“Yes,” I told her, “I’ve had them by myself.”

“Oh, I know. That was my first one with another person,” she smiled, kissing me. “You know what it’s called? It’s called an ‘orgasm,’ sweetheart, and when you have one you call it ‘coming.’”

She looked down into my eyes and then lowered her mouth to mine, her lips caressing my lips. She did this for a long time, then slipped her tongue into my mouth and began kissing me passionately. As she did so, she lifted herself off my belly for a moment and gently pushed my legs apart, coming to rest between them. My body was tingling everywhere as she pressed herself against me, grinding her hips. Her mouth broke away from mine and she gazed down at me with a look in her dark eyes I’d never seen before.

“I’m going to make love to you, baby,” Jasmine said. “I’m going to make you come.”

“Yes,” I said.

“I’m going to do something I’ve never done to a girl before, so if I do something wrong — if it hurts… if you want me to stop…”

“Yes, Jasmine,” I told her.

“Close your eyes, my sweet Allison.”

I closed my eyes and felt her warm breath on my face, her soft kisses on my cheek and then my neck, down along my throat, around to the other side of my neck. Her fingers caressed along my arms and her mouth began to move over my shoulder, causing sensations of pleasure I couldn’t contain, and I gave off a little moan.

Instinctively, I took my fingers from Jasmine’s hair and threw my arms around her neck as she kissed her way across my collar bone and to my other shoulder, and I moaned again, feeling her lips and tongue move along my tender flesh.

I was in heaven.

My mother had left her window just slightly open, and I could hear the birds chirping outside, feel a light breeze come in across my legs. It was getting to be the middle of the morning and the sunlight was shining in through the curtains, and I could see it on the inside of my eyelids as my teenage lover began to slowly kiss her way further down my pubescent body. It was a beautiful day outside, but it was a beautiful day inside because I was with my girl. Had I not dreamed of this day? But what had I dreamed? Kisses and embraces and yes, perhaps to be naked with her and touch her, but there was so much that was unknown to me.

Of course, now it was happening, and I didn’t have to worry about the unknown. Jasmine was beginning to kiss my nipples, sending that tickle to my throat and those sweet shocks down to my little button, and all I could do was hold on and go with what was happening. I wasn’t afraid.

I can’t remember exactly how old I was when I had my first orgasm, but I was probably eight or nine. I’d been touching myself innocently in my bed at night for months, probably over a year, just as a means of feeling good. One night the feeling grew stronger than before and went over the top. It came quickly and went just as fast, but the pleasure was intense, and I remember the muscles twitching in the bottoms of my feet.

Over time, as I got older, my orgasms became different, grew longer, and I learned better how to touch myself, to draw out the pleasure.

That’s just what Jasmine was doing to me, drawing it out. My clitoris was already swollen. I could feel it down there. She was sucking at my tiny red nipples, gently grazing them with her teeth. They were hard, sticking out from my little cone-shaped breasts. I opened my eyes long enough to look down at them and see Jasmine look up at me, then I rested my head back on the pillow and closed my eyes again as she placed her hands on my little breasts, pinching my nipples, and began kissing her way down my abdomen.

I knew then what she was going to do. I had heard of it. I wanted her to do it. I was wriggling, trembling there on the bed, arching my hips against her breasts.

“Excited, aren’t you?” she asked me softly.

“Oh… yes…” I said breathlessly.

“You are beautiful,” she said, “so beautiful and precious…”

She continued to kiss her way down. She kissed my tummy and came to my “private place,” but she didn’t go for that right away.

“Oh, Allison, what a lovely little pussy,” she said, “but I’ve got to kiss those wonderful legs first.”

She began to kiss and nibble my thigh and I had to take my fingers from her hair as she moved further down, along my leg and down to my foot, sucking my toes. It tickled at first, but then it felt very good, and when she moved to the other foot and did the same thing, it didn’t tickle at all.

Jasmine kissed her way along my leg and up the inside of my thigh, causing me to tingle all over in anticipation. I could feel her fingers spreading my pussy lips. It was then that I first felt her tongue touch my clitoris. She began to lick it very gently and I could feel it right down in my toes. I had nothing to compare it to, for no one had ever done it to me before, but as she continued it only felt better. I was tensing my legs and ankles and flexing my toes, holding my breath and releasing it and moaning softly as the sensations grew within me.

I still wasn’t sure if I would be able to have an orgasm with her or not. That all changed when she flattened her tongue against me and began to wiggle it from side to side. The sensations in my little clitoris doubled and I reached down, locking my fingers in her hair, grinding my hips, pressing my entire pussy against her mouth. I could hear her breathing hard and she grabbed my butt, cupping both cheeks. I could feel it coming. I was reaching for it. At the same time I was tensing up, trying to draw it out from force of habit. I was finally defeated. Jasmine’s tongue flicking quickly from side to side over my clit was simply too much for me and I let go of her hair, threw my arms back over my head, arched my back and held my breath one last time. That was when I felt it, and I couldn’t help but close my legs and lock Jasmine’s head in a vice grip.

The cry that filled the house was my own, a wild animal-like cry that I couldn’t have held in had I wanted to. The pleasure, the intensity of the orgasm was just too great. My butt was off the bed and I was frozen there, my clitoris pulsating against Jasmine’s mouth. I was moaning and shaking and breathing hard. It was the most intense orgasm I ever had in my life, and it wasn’t ending quickly.

When it finally did fade, my Jasmine, freed from the grip of my thighs, moved up and smiled at me, her mouth and chin moist with my juices. I was still catching my breath.

“Oh, Allison,” Jasmine said to me, “that was so hot.”

“No kidding,” I said. “I never… came like that before!”

We lay there for a moment, snuggling quietly while I recovered, and then I rolled over on top of her and, without asking, proceeded to return the favor. I didn’t really know how to go about it except to imitate what she’d done, and go with what I was feeling. I kissed her on the mouth, those beautiful lips, and then on her cheek, her neck…

I didn’t take as much time as she had. I definitely spent awhile fondling her breasts and sucking on her hard nipples. There was something so natural and beautiful about that. She moaned and ground her hips up against me.

I reached down and tugged at her shorts. She lifted her butt off the bed and I stripped her completely naked. I expected to see a lot of hair, but there was just a small black strip at the top. Because she had kissed my legs all over, and because her legs were so tanned and beautiful, I decided to do the same.

It was not long before I was gazing at her pussy, spreading it open with my fingers. I had looked at mine in the mirror before, and Jasmine’s was very different. God, it was beautiful! It looked like some exotic flower. The lips were dark and perfectly shaped, and when I spread them apart, the inside was a bright pink. Jasmine was already breathing hard with anticipation when I lowered my tongue to her pussy. Her body immediately reacted to the touch.

I found the hard spot high within the lips and I began to swirl my tongue against it.

“Oh, Allison, my sweet girl,” she whimpered at me, “that feels so good.”

It thrilled me to hear those words. It excited me to excite her. As she began to tremble, I grasped her body with my hands, wanting to feel every bit of her pleasure. I was riding high. I tried all different ways of licking her and found the best one. It drove her wild.

“Oh, yes, lick it, baby,” Jasmine cried, clutching at my hair, grinding her hips against my face, and then she grabbed the back of my head with both hands as her legs stiffened. She whimpered and gasped, “I’m coming, Allison!”

I held on as she bucked against my face and moaned, reaching down between my own legs to rub my clitoris. It was almost instantaneous. Just as her orgasm subsided, I went off quietly. Moments later, I climbed up and lay down beside her.

Her dark eyes looked into mine with surprise. “That was something,” she said. “You’re quite a girl.”

“So are you,” I told her.

“I do love you…” Jasmine whispered as we rested in one another’s arms. I looked at her, and tears filled my eyes as we kissed.

We made love again that day, then we took a bath together and washed each other, and we talked about our lives. I spoke of not having a father, and not being able to remember him. I talked about how my mom treated me like her little girl, and how Rhonda liked to call me names and push me around.

Jasmine talked about having a black father and a white mother and how some people looked at them, and how some people treated her because she was mixed. She talked about how hard it was being different, no matter what it was that was different about you. As for Rhonda, she didn’t think I should take her treatment of me to heart. After all, we were sisters and we would be for life.

After we’d aired out my mother’s bedroom, clearing it of the female scents we created there, and cleaned up, I put on my nightgown and bathrobe — my stay-home-sick costume — and we spent our few last moments together in the kitchen, kissing and embracing by the door.

“I love you, Jasmine,” I told her.

“I love you, Allison,” she said. “I’ll see you soon, okay? Very soon.” And she left. I closed the door and leaned against it, smiling with a warm feeling deep inside. Whether it was two days or two weeks before I could be alone with her again, this day I had been in heaven. It had been a dream come true, even if part of the dream had at first made me a little hesitant or uncertain.

I know, I know, there are some of you who will say I was only eleven, and what did I know of love? And who was she, this fifteen-year-old girl, to get sexually involved with a girl of eleven, a child?

She was disturbed, you say, this Jasmine girl, and no matter what pleasure she gave me, she took my innocence. That is a lie. The taking of innocence is a slow process. It is teaching someone how to hate, how to lie, to cheat, to steal, to kill. I was a child, and you cannot take the innocence of a child.

*****

When Rhonda got home that afternoon, about twenty minutes later, she came in to see me eating a bowl of soup at the kitchen table. She set her books down and she reached over and petted my messy hair.

“Sorry about being such a bitch this morning, Ally,” she said. “So, did you puke?”

“Yeah,” I said, “but only once. It was this morning.”

“You know, Jasmine was absent today. She must have been sick, too.”

“Well,” I said, “I hope she’s okay.”

I turned my head and grinned, innocence intact…

The End

Unexpected Delights, Chapter 5

  • Posted on August 27, 2017 at 2:57 pm

By No One

Alex lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. She should have been asleep long ago, but her brain wouldn’t let her rest, occupied as it was with distracting thoughts. This had been happening a lot lately.

It had been three weeks since she’d caught her sister and her best friend doing dirty things in the living room, and the scene had been on her mind ever since.

It had been quite a shock to find Chloe, naked, crouching between Nettie’s legs, and doing that thing with her tongue to her sister’s—

No. She was trying to avoid thinking about that. Alex sighed, turned onto her side, and focused on the darkness behind her eyelids, trying hard to will herself to sleep.

She couldn’t stop wondering what that would feel like, though. A tongue licking her private parts. Or what about doing it to another girl? What would it taste like? It seemed so… so dirty. Nettie sure looked like she loved it, though, and even Chloe hadn’t seemed grossed out at all.

Alex knew that they’d done it again since then, too. They weren’t very subtle. When her mom wasn’t around and Chloe came over, she and Nettie kept exchanging kisses and touches when they thought Alex wasn’t looking. Or maybe they didn’t even care if she saw. Inevitably, they’d make some excuse after a while and go off to Nettie’s room. The sounds that drifted down the corridor left little doubt as to what was going on in there.

Once, Alex had crept up to Nettie’s door and listened. She figured the urgent moans were Chloe’s, and wondered what her sister could be doing to the girl to get such an enthusiastic response. She’d longed to take a peek, but in the end hadn’t dared to. Getting caught watching them that one time had been embarrassing enough. Still, she’d lingered by the door for a while — listening, imagining what was happening on the other side, growing increasingly flustered until she had to take some private time in her own room, hastily locking the door before falling back onto the bed, unfastening her shorts and…

Alex flushed at the memory; whether in embarrassment or excitement, she couldn’t quite tell. Maybe both.

“Darn it,” she whispered, turning to her other side. “Just sleep.”

She would certainly pin the blame on Chloe if she felt totally exhausted the next day. Not that she could even tell her friend why.

Chloe shouldn’t even be doing all this sex stuff anyway, Alex told herself. She’s only twelve! Still, Alex had promised not to tell, and intended to keep her word. She just wished the thought of it all didn’t make her all… bothered.

Alex had to admit that she felt a little left out by her best friend’s adventurous experiences. While she wasn’t too sure she’d want to try any of it herself, there was certainly an appealing thrill to it. She wasn’t even certain of where she stood exactly in terms of liking boys, but couldn’t deny that the idea of sex between girls had been having an effect on her.

In fact, she now realized that one of her hands had crept down to rest on her inner thigh. She frowned, knowing where that hand wanted to go. Where I want it to go, she admitted to herself. It was so messed up to do that while thinking about her friend and her sister, though. Especially her sister. Still, it might at least help me get to sleep.

Opening her eyes, she glanced at the alarm clock. Past midnight, she noted, annoyed. Her gaze drifted to her old teddy bear, sitting on the bedside table behind the clock, and she considered.

Finally, sighing in defeat, she reached out and grabbed the stuffed toy. “Just this time, though,” she told the bear, who didn’t respond. Of course, that’s what she’d said last time as well. And the times before that.

She rolled onto her stomach, briefly raising her hips to slide the toy underneath, expertly positioning it so that the more rigid part of its nose pressed against just the right spot at the front of her panties.

“Mmm,” she purred. Giving in did feel so good.

Mister Bear — five-year-old Alex hadn’t been particularly imaginative in naming the toy at the time — had been a regular companion in her self-pleasure since she’d discovered masturbation the year before. Until recently, she’d never had any specific images in mind when she did it, simply enjoying the gratification it brought her. Lately, though, the image of Chloe and Nettie having sex kept butting in, and she was rather ashamed to admit that it made rubbing herself feel even better.

This time, impatient to get her release and hopefully go to sleep, she welcomed the memory. In her mind, Chloe and Nettie were in front of her, both stark naked, the younger girl eagerly licking at the teenager’s intimate area.

Alex began to grind her hips against the teddy bear in a steady rhythm, each push feeling like a little bit of heaven spreading through her body. Yes, she’d really needed this. She wondered how it would feel if it was someone’s tongue between her legs instead. Maybe Chloe’s tongue. At that moment, the idea didn’t seem so weird.

Alex pulled up her t-shirt a bit and slipped a hand under it to caress her nascent breasts. They were still barely more than little bumps, but she’d found out it felt very nice to touch them when pleasuring herself. She had to admit to feeling a little jealous of Chloe’s more mature curves. Her friend had hit some kind of growth spurt this summer and was looking more womanly by the day — or so it seemed to Alex.

She envisioned Chloe standing in front of her, showing off her developing body in all its nude glory. The girl had a small, mischievous smile on her lips, as if she was daring Alex to look, maybe even to touch.

Would I touch her if she’d let me? Alex wondered — uncertain, but less so than she had been. As her mind’s eye wandered over Chloe’s nakedness, the thought certainly seemed at least a little tempting. Her friend’s body was a lot more appealing than her own skinny, flat, childish figure, that was for sure.

If her older sister was any indication, Alex didn’t have much hope of growing up to be a very shapely teenager. At seventeen, Nettie still had rather small breasts and was as reed-thin as she’d been at Alex’s age. She made it work, though, and was quite sexy, Alex had to admit, so she supposed there was hope for her.

It was odd, but the way Nettie unwittingly appeared in her mind — nude, sweaty, and in the throes of ecstasy — somehow made her all the more alluring. Not that Alex wanted to do those kinds of things with her own sister, of course, but… still, she was very beautiful.

Alex let out a soft moan as her arousal grew, fed by her imagination and by the blissful feeling between her legs. She remembered that Chloe had said that it felt even better when someone else did it to you. Alex had a hard time imagining anything better, but if that was really the case, she could understand why Chloe and Nettie were always at it.

She wondered what else they did together besides lick each other. They kiss, she supposed. Probably touch each other down there as well, just as she was doing with her teddy. Alex had to admit that having someone else touch you that way seemed like it could be a fun thing.

Increasingly turned on and suddenly craving more direct contact, Alex hastily pushed her panties down and kicked them off. After an instant’s consideration, she pulled her t-shirt off as well.

Now completely nude, she slipped a hand between her legs and found that she was soaking wet. That wasn’t much of a surprise. She gasped as her fingers teased the sensitive flesh. Her dirty mind, growing rebellious, envisioned Chloe’s fingers touching her instead.

“Oh God,” Alex whispered, ashamed at the thought.

Quickly, she withdrew her hand — then hesitated, flustered. Her sex was desperately aching for more, and she was too far along to quit. Slowly, she lowered herself back onto the stuffed toy and pressed the soft plush into her intimacy, drawing a low moan from her lips.

As she gave in to pleasure once more, her thoughts drifted back to Chloe. A stern voice in her head informed her that she was being a huge perv, thinking about her best friend doing dirty things to her like that. Alex had to agree, but though she blushed with embarrassment, found herself unable to stop. It just felt so good — and deep down, she knew it was because those fantasies were exciting her so much.

So she let go, allowing her imagination to run wild. In Alex’s mind, Chloe was touching her, their bodies pressed tightly together, and invited her to touch as well. Meanwhile, in the here and now, Alex ground her sex hard against the poor, abused teddy, kneading her breasts with both hands.

She soon had to bury her face in her pillow to muffle the moans that she couldn’t quite manage to hold in. She’d never been so turned on in her life. In her fantasy, she was rubbing herself off against Chloe’s hand, and it felt amazing.

She wanted this. No, she wanted something worse — or better, depending on just how dirty you were interested in getting. Alex wanted what she had seen Chloe do to her sister. She wanted her friend to — Alex remembered the words Chloe had used, and felt a thrill thinking them — to lick her pussy.

As the thought came to her, so did the familiar scene, popping up in her mind once again. Chloe kneeling between Nettie’s legs, licking her private parts — her pussy. Nettie loudly moaning her appreciation, her body quivering with pleasure. Alex had a pretty good idea of how her sister had felt, since she herself sensed her own pleasure growing, that same tension building inside her right at that moment.

Alex imagined herself seated on the other end of the couch, watching the pair of lesbian lovers. Unlike in reality, though, in this fanciful scenario Chloe raised her face from Nettie’s wet pussy, turned to Alex with a naughty smile on her lips, and slowly crawled over to her.

Nettie didn’t seem at all disappointed. She smiled, and suddenly produced a teddy bear out of nowhere, one that looked suspiciously like the one Alex was currently using. Sure enough, her imaginary big sister quickly put it to the very same use.

Weird, Alex thought, unsure what to make of her increasingly dirty fantasy. The vision of Nettie masturbating with her teddy bear should have totally creeped her out; instead, she found it strangely appealing in some way. Alex didn’t have time to ponder what that meant, though, because her mind’s own version of Chloe abruptly kissed her.

She had no idea what a lover’s kiss really felt like, but imagined it as a sort of tingly, pleasurable pressure on her lips. The truth was that she had never really given much thought to kissing before, though she could see how it might be a very exciting and sexy thing to share with someone. But Chloe — or Alex, really — had another kind of kiss on her mind, and the girl quickly got down on her knees, playfully nuzzled Alex’s tummy, then began to put her mouth to use in a much naughtier way.

Alex moaned loudly into her pillow as she imagined her friend kissing and licking her most intimate place. The excitement was nearly too intense to stand — her hungry sex felt like it was burning with pleasure, and her hips thrust wildly against her stuffed toy in search of satiation. She felt like she was going to explode.

And she did. With a great cry and the thought of Chloe’s tongue flicking on her sensitive bud seared into her mind, ecstasy overwhelmed her. She squeezed her thighs shut around the teddy bear, riding the waves of her orgasm for a long, wonderful moment, pure bliss filling her head and pushing away all conscious thought.

For a while, Alex lay panting, basking in the afterglow of the strongest orgasm she’d ever had. When she finally rolled onto her back, her mind starting to clear, she contemplated what she’d just done and fantasized about, unsure what to think of it all.

“God, you’re so weird,” she muttered to herself.

At the very least, she was now feeling extremely relaxed and would surely have no problem falling asleep. Just as soon as she cleaned up a bit, anyway. In the course of her excitement, she’d gotten herself rather messy.

With some effort, Alex sat up and took a look down at herself. Even in the pale light coming through the window, she could see glistening wetness between her legs, even on her inner thighs. She was still a bit shocked by how much that little fantasy scenario had turned her on.

“Jeez,” she mumbled, reaching towards the box of tissues on her bedside table.

As she was about to wipe off the excess of her arousal, a curious thought crossed her mind, and she paused, wondering. Can I do this? No, that’s totally perverted! Still, the idea awakened a naughty thrill deep within her, and she hesitated.

Alex slowly brought a hand down to her sex, and briefly probed between the lips with her index finger. Even more slowly, she brought the finger up near her face, furrowing her brow as she examined the moist tip.

She took a quick sniff, taking in a hint of the hard-to-describe aroma. It smelled of… well, sex, she supposed. Not entirely unfamiliar, since she’d played with herself before, of course. It was really a strange scent, though — not exactly pleasant, but at the same time reminiscent of lust and pleasure, so not exactly a turn-off, either.

Once again, Alex hesitated. Did she really want to do this? Excitement and disgust fought it out in her head. What would she taste like to Chloe? Or, for that matter… what would Chloe taste like?

Well, nobody’s gonna know about this, she finally decided, and quickly sucked on her fingertip.

It was a relief to find that the taste wasn’t gross, as she’d feared. It wasn’t even very strong, just a light taste of… once again, something difficult to describe. It wasn’t really bad at all, though, she concluded. Maybe it wouldn’t be so unpleasant to taste it from the source…

Flushing a little, she shook her head and pushed the thought away before it turned her on all over again. Instead, she finally used a fistful of tissues to clean herself up. Picking up her teddy bear, she noticed that the poor toy was also in need of a good clean-up, its fur damp with her wetness. “Sorry,” she whispered, shamefaced, as she tried to wipe it dry as best she could. She would definitely need to remember to put the stuffed toy in the washing machine on the next laundry day.

She made a move to put her shirt and panties back on, but decided instead to sleep in the nude — which was a little thrill of its own, though it didn’t seem like that big a step after what she’d done earlier.

Alex curled up comfortably under the blankets, idly wondering if she should try to talk to Chloe about any of these weird sexual thoughts and fantasies, but quickly sank into slumber before she could reach a conclusion.

*****

Chloe leisurely sipped her milkshake, sitting on a bench next to Alex and observing the mall crowd. There was still a long line at the Dairy Princess stand — Chloe preferred it to the reigning Queen — where they’d bought their snacks. She wondered if that was because it was an especially hot summer day, or if the ample cleavage of the young woman at the counter had anything to do with it.

She’d caught herself staring at the alluring flesh on display as she walked up to give her order. When she then forced her gaze up to meet the sexy cashier’s eyes, the girl winked at her. Chloe responded with a shy smile, wondering if she was being flirted with, or if the older girl just saw her as a child. She’d decided she much preferred to believe the former, so that’s what she did.

This was shaping up to be a great day. Hanging out with her best friend, wandering around the mall on their own like grown-ups. Glorious weather. A tasty milkshake. Getting a flirty look from a hot older girl — if that’s really what it was, anyway. And of course, the best was yet to come, when she’d get to see Nettie later on.

Chloe had actually wanted to invite the teenager to come to the mall with them, but apparently Nettie wasn’t functional before noon. Despite Alex’s warning, she’d knocked and poked her head into the darkness of Nettie’s room to extend her invitation, but only received a pillow clumsily thrown in her general direction as a response. Oh well, at least the girl should be up and about by the time they got back. Even better, Alex and Nettie’s mom was supposed to go out for an evening with friends later on, so there was a definite possibility of some fun with Nettie.

Smiling at the thought, she drained the dregs of her drink, then took her time carefully aiming her empty cup at a trashcan a few feet away.

“Nuh-uh,” Alex said, breaking her concentration. “You’re gonna blow it.”

“Oh yeah?” Chloe wasn’t exactly known for her athletic skills, but she had a good feeling about this one. Besides, a challenge had been issued — she couldn’t back down.

Taking a few seconds to focus, she made the throw in her best approximation of a successful trajectory. The cup flew through the air, then hit the rim of the trashcan, bouncing higher. There was a tense second where it was hard to determine where it would land, but finally, it came down on the opposite side of the rim for another short bounce before falling into the can.

“Bam!” Chloe exclaimed, turning smugly towards her friend.

Alex shrugged nonchalantly, as if she’d never cared about the result in the first place. “Lucky shot.”

“Psh.” Chloe elbowed the girl, making her laugh. Taking out her phone, she glanced at the time. “I guess we got half an hour left before we need to meet up with your mom. Pretty cool of her to let us look around on our own! My mom always wants me to follow right behind, like I’m gonna get lost in the mall or something.” She rolled her eyes.

“Uh-huh,” Alex agreed indistinctly as she yawned.

“What’s with you? You keep yawning today. Didn’t sleep well?”

Alex gave her a look, as if it was her fault somehow.

Chloe laughed. “What?”

Her friend made a face, then shook her head. “Never mind,” she said as she took the last bite of her ice cream cone. “So, what do we do now?” she asked, clearly changing the subject.

Chloe frowned, then shrugged, deciding to ignore Alex’s odd behavior. “Hmmm.” She pondered how to spend the remainder of their free time at the mall. Earlier, they’d visited the electronics store, roaming for a good while among the shelves of video games they couldn’t afford — though at least the store had been equipped with a demo station, where they’d taken turns trying out one of the latest games.

In fact, about the only thing they could afford was the snacks they had just finished.

“Let’s go check out some clothes,” Chloe decided.

“Sure. But we don’t have any money for that, either,” Alex pointed out.

“Doesn’t matter. We can look at least… maybe try on some cute things! Don’t need to pay if you’re just looking, right?”

Alex chuckled. “I guess not. So where do you wanna go, then? Over there?” She nodded towards a nearby store with some clothes on display, mostly geared towards children and preteens.

Chloe pursed her lips. “Hmm, nah. Some place less… kiddy.” She figured that, since they were free to do as they wanted, they might as well find a store with a more “interesting” selection.

Alex shrugged, following her friend towards a section of the mall they hadn’t explored yet. They passed a number of boutiques that seemed to carry exclusively dull and boring adult clothes, nothing they were interested in.

Chloe’s eyes were then drawn to a lingerie store, which was definitely more appealing. The display featured a large picture of a beautiful woman wearing fancy, lacy underwear — tastefully revealing while leaving plenty to the imagination. She stared for a moment, mesmerized by the sexy undies, but in the end wondering if the model wouldn’t look even better without what little she was wearing. Chloe would have certainly liked to find out, in private…

“Uh, yeah, that’s less ‘kiddy’ alright, but I don’t think they’re gonna let us try that kind of stuff on,” Alex said, interrupting her reverie.

Chloe grinned suggestively. “I guess… too bad, though!”

Her friend laughed, but a little nervously. Chloe noticed Alex’s eyes drifting to the alluring advertisement as well, and wondered if the girl’s thoughts were anywhere close to her own.

She hadn’t broached the subject of sex with her friend since the day she’d been caught with Nettie. She figured Alex must know that they were still doing it, but that fact thankfully didn’t seem to have affected their friendship.

The past couple of weeks had been the most exciting time of her young life, full of delightful discoveries and wicked fun with Nettie. Lately, though, there had been an unexpected development. When she couldn’t be with the sexy teenager and had to take her pleasure into her own hands — and she did seem to have developed quite the sexual appetite — she’d caught herself thinking about Alex instead.

It felt a little odd to think about her long-time best friend in that way, but maybe that was part of the appeal. They’d been like sisters for so long that there was a sinful thrill to the thought of pushing their relationship in a sexual direction. Whatever the reason for her sudden interest, though, she’d given herself an orgasm more than once at the idea of teaching Alex about the joys of sex, just like Nettie had taught her. In fact, in her wilder thoughts, the older girl sometimes joined in for the lesson. Thinking of both sisters together never failed to leave her dripping wet.

Chloe caught herself smiling as she walked down the mall corridor beside Alex, her face now growing warm as she realized she’d been lost in this lewd fantasy. No one could read her mind, thankfully, or they would certainly be shocked by her perverted ideas. Still, she couldn’t help wondering if there was any way to make her kinky daydream a reality.

It wasn’t a great moment to get all hot and bothered, though, so she pushed the thought away, chatting idly with Alex instead as they continued through this wing of the mall.

After a moment, they passed by a store that was clearly aimed at teenagers and young adults, offering a variety of trendy fashion and attempts at clever slogans. Some of it tried a bit too hard to be cool or edgy, but they had some nice outfits as well. “Let’s check out this one,” Chloe proposed.

Alex followed her in and they spent some time perusing the racks. Chloe soon found a tiny black tank top with spaghetti straps, which had the word “tease” printed on it in pink. Bet Nettie would like this one a lot. She grinned as she showed Alex her discovery.

The other girl snorted. “Oh yeah. Your mom would love that.”

Chloe burst out laughing when she imagined the face her mother would make if she saw her wearing something like this. “For sure. She’s not who I had in mind, though,” she pointed out with a sly smile.

“God,” Alex sighed, rolling her eyes. “Is that all you think about?”

“Pretty much,” Chloe answered after an instant of consideration. “Anyhow, I think I’m gonna try it on, just for fun.”

“Really?” Alex shook her head, but with a chuckle. “Well, whatever floats your boat, but I’m picking something a bit less, uh, slutty.”

“Fine, be boring,” Chloe teased lightly, though she was actually a little disappointed she wouldn’t get to see Alex in something sexy. She continued to look about until she spied a skirt that matched her top. It appeared to be made of black leather — though probably not the genuine article, judging by the price tag, not that she could afford it either way — and looked like it would end well above her knees.

There were a few other things that would be fun to try on, but they were getting short on time, so this set would have to do. She made her way towards the dressing room, Alex close behind with an outfit of her own.

As it turned out, only one stall was free when they got there.

“Go ahead, I’ll wait,” Alex offered.

Chloe was about to do just that when a much more interesting option popped into her head. “Let’s just share it,” she proposed, turning back to her friend.

“Oh, uh… okay, I guess,” Alex hesitantly agreed, raising an eyebrow.

Chloe winked, and they filed into the last free stall. While it wasn’t very roomy, there was space enough for two small girls. They paused for a moment, looking at each other, suddenly uncertain of how to proceed.

Chloe was about to just start taking off her clothes when Alex chose to turn around before doing the same. Chloe couldn’t help feeling a little frustrated; she had hoped they might share a sexy moment as they watched each other undress, maybe see if Alex had any interest in checking her out.

Still, this view isn’t bad, she noted, ogling the other girl’s panty-clad butt when her shorts came down. She was tempted to reach out and grab a handful, but figured that would be way too bold a move for the moment.

Instead, Chloe quickly stripped down to her own underwear, then wriggled into the top and skirt she’d brought. The little tank top hugged her figure flatteringly while leaving quite a bit of belly exposed, and the short skirt reached down to around mid-thigh. On a taller girl, it really wouldn’t hide much at all.

Chloe examined herself appreciatively in the mirror. She looked very good, if she did say so herself. Alex turned to the mirror as well now that she was done dressing, and Chloe had to laugh at her pink t-shirt, which said STOP READING MY SHIRT!

“Cute,” she approved. Her eyes went down to her friend’s plaited skirt, which was rather longer than hers. Each plait was a different color. “And that’s uh… nice. If you’re thinking of going as a rainbow for Halloween, that is.”

Alex stuck out her tongue. “Well, I like it.” Nodding to herself, she spun to one side, then the other, admiring the colorful effect.

“What about me?” Chloe asked, striking up a model-like pose. She enjoyed watching her friend’s eyes roam up and down her body.

“Wow, yeah, you look uh… well… really sexy,” Alex said after a moment. Was she blushing a little?

Chloe grinned. “Don’t I?” She had to wonder if her friend meant “sexy,” in a general way, or if Alex really found her attractive. She intended to find out soon.

She turned back to the mirror to inspect her outfit again. “Do you think it would look better without the bra?” It did seem a bit silly to have the straps showing like that.

“Um… I guess it’s probably made to go without,” Alex said slowly.

Chloe pondered for a moment. Then with a careless shrug, she reached under the top to unhook her bra, maneuvering with some difficulty to remove it without taking off her top entirely. Still, quite a bit of skin was exposed in the process, and she watched in amusement as Alex alternately looked away, then glanced back at the suggestive display. Now the girl was definitely blushing.

“Yeah, that’s better,” Chloe concluded as she looked at herself once more in the mirror. Oh yeah, sexy for sure, she thought with a smile, examining herself from different angles. I wish Nettie could see me now.

Struck by an idea, she reached down to fetch her phone from the pocket of her discarded shorts, then started up the camera app. It would be years before she’d be able to dress this way without getting grounded by her mom for eternity, so she could at least take some pictures.

“What are you doing?” Alex asked in disbelief as Chloe tried to find a position to take a decent selfie in the cramped space.

“I want to show Nettie.” Ignoring her friend’s umpteenth eye roll, Chloe pushed her phone into the girl’s hands. “Here, you take a pic.” She probably could have just used the mirror, but wanted to gauge Alex’s reaction.

“Err, okay…?” Alex held the phone gingerly, as if she’d never operated such a device before.

Chloe winked at her and took a pose that she hoped was seductive, thrusting her chest forward and tilting her head slightly downwards while glancing up at the camera. There was a clicking sound as Alex took the picture. Chloe decided to try out a few more poses: sideways, raising an eyebrow at the camera; from the back, her head turned to offer a smile; one more from the front, her hands raised up behind her head. Each time, her friend dutifully snapped a photo.

Chloe found she was actually enjoying this improvised modeling session very much. It made her feel sexy, and she decided to get even more daring. First, she lifted up the hem of her top, exposing skin from her belly to just under her breasts — then doing the opposite, pulling the top down tight, showing off a generous amount of cleavage. Turning around, she bent over, giving a cheeky grin to the camera. Alex kept taking pictures, though her face was growing progressively redder with each shot.

“This is fun!” Chloe laughed as she straightened up. “What do you think? Good stuff?”

“Um, y-yeah… I mean, I’m sure Nettie will love those…” Alex stammered. She was looking at Chloe, her eyes wide.

“I hope so!” While Chloe was eager for the older girl to see her naughty pictures, for the moment she was more curious about what Alex had thought of the show. If she judged her friend’s reaction correctly, she suspected the girl had not been left entirely indifferent to what she’d just seen. She figured it was time to get more direct. “What about you, though?”

“M-me?”

“Yeah. Did you… like?”

“O-oh! Um, I… I mean… m-maybe?”

Chloe grinned. She was pretty sure Alex was far less uncertain than she made it sound. “Oh, really?” she asked teasingly, taking a step closer to her friend.

“Well, I mean… it’s…” Alex began, then she took a long breath and let it out slowly. “I’ve kinda been meaning to talk to you about, um… Well, I’ve been thinking about… this stuff… lately.”

“This stuff?”

“You know… what I saw with you and Nettie, and… sex stuff, and… girls, and… y-you…” she explained haphazardly, avoiding eye contact.

“Yeah? And… what did you think?” Chloe took another step closer, her heart beating frantically. She was fairly certain that what she’d wished for was coming true.

“That… maybe it’s not so bad… kind of exciting, really…” Alex swallowed, then dared to meet Chloe’s eyes for a moment.

“It really, really is,” Chloe assured her, smiling encouragingly. She took another step, and suddenly there was barely an inch between them.

This was the moment. Or was it? She was growing nervous now. What if it was too soon? She didn’t want to freak Alex out. Still… she had to try.

“Do you… wanna kiss?” she finally made herself ask, sounding far less confident than she’d meant to.

Alex’s eyes widened, her mouth worked soundlessly for an instant, then she gave a nervous laugh. “O-okay,” she whispered, then quickly added, “but I don’t know how. I mean, I know how, but like, I don’t really—”

“It’s fine,” Chloe interrupted. “Okay” was all she’d needed to hear. “I’ll show you. First, close your eyes.”

Alex gave her a timid smile, then obeyed. She looked very nervous. She looked beautiful.

Chloe wondered why she’d never really paid attention to her best friend’s charms until recently.  True, she had been rather fixated on Nettie. The two sisters had very different looks, but she noticed similarities too, now that she examined the younger sibling very closely, in the shape of the nose and the mouth. Heart racing, she wondered if Alex would be just as much fun in bed. She hoped to find out very soon.

“Now, open your mouth just a little,” Chloe instructed, and she watched as the other girl parted her lips, waiting expectantly. Reaching out, she pushed a strand of her friend’s pretty blonde hair out of the way, and caressed her cheek with a finger, making Alex start slightly at the contact.

Now came the most important step. Closing her own eyes, Chloe let her lips lightly brush against her friend’s, then pressed them more purposefully to Alex’s mouth, leading into a soft kiss. She broke it after a few seconds, letting the other girl get used to the sensation, before going back for another, putting more passion into it this time.

She was delighted to feel Alex’s lips begin to move against her own, responding to her increasing ardor. They kissed for a long time in this manner and it was just as thrilling as Chloe had hoped, the weirdness of kissing her best friend turning into pure excitement.

“Wow,” Alex breathed afterwards, “that was… nice.”

“Just nice?” Chloe teased.

Really nice. Like, way better than I thought. I kind of expected it to feel good on the lips, I guess? But that was… I dunno, I feel tingly all over,” the girl explained, giggling shyly.

“I know what you mean.” Chloe was feeling the exact same way — tingles and warmth all over, especially between her legs. She wanted more. “It gets even better, though,” she said before pressing her body against Alex’s, gently pushing the girl against the wall and meeting her lips once more.

They kissed with even more passion, and after a moment, Chloe decided to push things further and slipped her tongue into her friend’s mouth. A startled Alex froze for a moment, though she allowed the invading tongue to enter.

Chloe had become quite skilled at French kissing after a few weeks of fooling around with Nettie, and she playfully teased and prodded Alex’s tongue, coaxing her into action. The other girl giggled a little at first but was soon led into an increasingly passionate dance of lips and tongues that left them both out of breath.

“Wow,” Alex said again after their kiss ended. She stared at Chloe, looking a little shocked by what she’d just experienced.

Chloe grinned. “Right? Pretty fun, huh?”

“Y-yeah.” The girl laughed, a little nervously, still. “That was kind of… overwhelming. But fun, yeah. That’s French kissing, right? I guess I see now why people like that. That’s better than I thought, too.”

“Sounds like you’ve been thinking a lot about kissing.”

“Um, well… maybe a little.”

Chloe’s grin widened. “Oh, really? And what else do you think about?” she asked, eager to know more.

“Erm,” Alex faltered. Her blush, which had faded a little, now came back in full force.

“That bad, huh?” Chloe laughed. This was getting very interesting. “You’re not all that innocent yourself, sounds like,” she teased.

“Hey, it’s not my fault, okay?” Alex hotly retorted. “You and Nettie are always… doing it! You think I can’t see ‘cause you close the door, but you’re not being quiet, by the way. It’s really… distracting! I can’t help if it makes me think about… stuff.”

Chloe only laughed harder at her friend’s outburst. “Oops. Sorry! It’s kinda hard keeping quiet when… ‘stuff’ happens, you know. Would you prefer we left the door open so you can watch, then?”

Alex blinked at her for an instant, then couldn’t help laughing as well. “Well, that would at least be the — the polite thing to do!” she continued in mock outrage.

Joke or not, Chloe liked the sound of that. She was interested in a hands-on approach even more, though. “Or… I could just show you,” she offered, reaching down to lightly touch her friend’s thigh under her skirt.

Alex jumped, then quickly seized Chloe’s hand to stop her. “Not here!” she hissed urgently, looking around the stall wide-eyed, as if she’d just remembered where they were.

Chloe shrugged, slightly disappointed, but she hadn’t really expected that stunt to work anyway. “Okay, well, maybe later then?” she asked hopefully.

“Um, m-maybe…” Alex hesitated. “You’re pretty convincing, I guess…”

Chloe smiled and leaned in for another kiss, hoping to add weight to her argument. She was happy to find her friend returning the kiss with enthusiasm. The girl was quickly becoming more confident and skillful, and Chloe was certain she would be a great kisser in no time. Then there were a few other things, all of which she’d hopefully get to teach Alex very soon.

“Yeah, like that,” Alex continued, giggling. “But, um… we’ll see, okay? Not really sure how much I’m ready for,” she added in a more serious tone.

“Sure, that’s cool,” Chloe said. She didn’t want to push her friend too much, and there was no real rush, after all. Admittedly, though, this little make-out session had left her feeling very horny.

“You’ll probably be too ‘busy’ with Nettie, anyway,” Alex pointed out, making a face.

Chloe shrugged helplessly. She couldn’t deny that was also a strong possibility. In fact, in her current state, the sooner she could get into Nettie’s bed, the better. Something she had just said came to mind, though, and the outline of a plan began to form in her head. “Maybe I will leave the door open for real, though, in case you want to watch… or, y’know, join in,” she said with a wink.

Alex’s eyebrows shot up, and she let out a surprised squeak. “Uh…” she began to say, but was suddenly interrupted by a beeping sound coming from her hand. She blinked down in surprise at Chloe’s phone, which she was still holding.

“Oh, that’s the reminder alarm I set earlier. We’re supposed to meet your mom in a few minutes,” Chloe explained, disappointed.

“Oh, crap. We better change quick.”

“Yeah,” Chloe agreed, smiling as a thought came to her, “real quick.” Holding her friend’s gaze, she casually pulled her top over her head and tossed it on the floor, next to the bra she’d discarded earlier.

Alex didn’t try to look away this time. In fact, her eyes were glued to the exposed breasts, and Chloe enjoyed every second of the attention. Alex’s blushing was pretty cute, she decided, and wondered if that’s what she’d been like that first time with Nettie. “What? I’m just changing,” she said innocently, though making no move to actually put on any clothes.

Alex gave her a look — not buying the act, but still unable to keep from staring. Suddenly, with a mischievous smile of her own, she raised up the phone and framed Chloe for a picture.

“Heeeey!” Chloe cried out, raising her arm against her chest, suddenly much less interested in exposing herself.

“What? I thought you wanted sexy pictures,” Alex said, mimicking Chloe’s mock-innocent tone.

This sounded very much like a dare, and Chloe was not one to back down from a challenge from her friend. Besides, she really wanted to see Alex’s reaction. Lowering her arms, she cupped her breasts with both hands while giving the sexiest smile she could muster for the camera.

Alex’s response did not disappoint: her jaw hung open and she seemed to forget that she’d intended to take pictures at all. Recovering something of her composure after a moment, she seemed unsure whether to go through with it, then tentatively took a couple of snapshots while Chloe maintained the sexy pose. Finally lowering the phone, she was left still staring, biting her bottom lip.

Just like Nettie does, Chloe thought, amused. She figured it was time to get dressed, though, or they’d be there all day. “Alright, show’s over.” She snatched her bra from the floor and put it on while raising an eyebrow at Alex, wondering if the girl would turn her back to change this time.

She watched as Alex hesitated briefly, then finally tugged the shirt over her head, revealing her bra-clad chest. Her breasts were little more than bumps, but Chloe found them very sexy all the same. Pleasant thoughts of exploring the other girl’s body in far more detail came to mind. She smiled as her friend once again reddened a little under her appraising gaze, though Alex responded with a timid smile of her own.

They quickly finished changing back into their own clothes, both of them taking peeks at each other along the way. Once dressed, Alex handed Chloe her phone back. “Ready?” she asked, a hand on the door handle.

“Almost,” Chloe said before stepping up close and giving Alex one last quick kiss.

They stepped back into the store giggling, quickly dumped the clothes they had tried on more or less where they’d found them, then hurried off to meet up with Alex’s mom.

Chloe smiled, already anticipating the naughty fun she and Alex might get up to in time. It might be wishful thinking, but somehow she had the sneaking suspicion that her friend was a lot more into the idea than her bashful demeanor suggested. She certainly planned to put that notion to the test.

Continue on to Chapter 6

Sam Was Her Name

  • Posted on August 26, 2017 at 5:01 pm

By Young Flower

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in January 2005 }

The airs of autumn are now dancing from the subtly lit trees. Leaves change to the color of auburn, her color, as they come swift to the ground. I walked to school in a way that most kids never would, and I walked alone.

The trees bent high, shading the grass, and frosting it in the slightest. I had my friends to wait for me at school. They waited and waited, only to fling rocks at me, or shove garbage down my shirt. My friends would then laugh at me, and call me ugly. And then to nail the lid of my coffin shut, they would tell me they weren’t my friends.

I know why they hated me, and I will never forgive them for it. It was my chubby face. It was my bad tennis shoes that I wore all summer. It was the fact that my hair resembled a dead badger. Even though it is wrong of me to blame them, I cannot forgive them for these things.

My mother and father were deeply religious. I envied them for it, and wished that I could see the beauty in God and earth that they did. I did not believe, sadly, and was confused throughout the age of ten. I did not see it the way they did, and for that I felt somehow condemned to a life destined for hell eternal.

Gabriela is my name. I shall sign the devil’s book Gabriela C. Driftwood, and then shall stare envious as my parents relish in the supreme lifestyle of the high and mighty, who will look down with pretentious eyes and pity this soul, who could not understand Leviticus.

I crossed the schoolyard, and was tackled by two boys. One had in his hands a seed pod from a tree, which when broken open would produce the itchiest most painful welts possible. It was shoved down my back and instantly began itching. I started to scream at them, but they laughed and ran off into the building. I dropped my bag and began scratching my back. My eyes were watering from the pain, and when I went to rub them off, had rubbed the seeds into my eyes. I began sneezing, and fell to the ground out of pain. Nobody came for a solid hour.

I simply lay there crying my guts out, when finally the custodian came and rescued me, bless his bald head.

I sat in the nurse’s office, with my shirt off and my small breasts fully exposed to the empty room. The nurse had given me a wet cloth to wipe the seeds off. I felt so embarrassed by my exposure that I had locked the door, against the nurse’s wishes. I was to come out after the wiping was finished and then return to my class, after revealing who my bullies were.

I did not want to tell them. I never did, and was ridiculed even by the teachers that if I did not say, that I would be marked absent from my first class. It was no care for me, because at that moment I had decided to stab myself with the sharp knife in my parents’ kitchen drawer.

I was going to end it all that day, and there was nothing anybody could do about it. My parents would be at work until five. I would write my suicide letter, and leave it on the edge of the bed. I would kneel on the bed with the blade facing into my guts, and I would jab it deeply in. There would be pain for a moment, but then there would be silence, and then… who knows.

I walked into my class and saw someone sitting in my seat. This added to my anger. The teacher noticed this, and told the girl, “No, no, Sam. It’s the seat next to you that’s empty.”

She gasped, and stood up, then moved to the seat next to mine. I sat down with a downhearted look on my face, and paid no attention to the studies, whatever they were. I looked over at my seat partner every once in a while. She was so pretty. Her clothes were mismatched, and her hair was in even worse tatters than mine. But it was the color of her hair that got me. It was a wonderful red, like bright apples, and she had sweet dimples, and even glasses. It was an absolute shock to me when she looked over at me.

I pretended I hadn’t noticed, but inside my heart raced madly. I did not look up again for the next half hour till the recess bell rang. I wandered around the schoolyard, and soon found my hiding spot where nobody could find me. It was perfectly hidden with a thick wall, and here I could think.

It was at this wall where I learned the true art of philosophy. I would begin asking myself questions, but sadly had no one to answer them. The philosophy they teach in college is fake. This I know, because years later I would walk out of such a class. Ah! but you ask, “What of my death that day?”

There would ultimately be no death that day. For at the exact moment my mind was prepared to make it final, Sam burst around the corner, grinning at me through her glasses.

“Hi!” she chirped, “I’m Sam.” She sat down next to me, laying her backpack on its side. “What’s your name?”

“Gabriela,” I choked on the first syllable.

“I saw you walking to school this morning. My dad drove me in his truck,” she said.

“Oh.”

“I have to walk home today, though. Dad’s working late again. He has to keep working, he says. Otherwise we lose our home.”

“I’m sorry. Doesn’t your mom work?”

“My mom died when I was little. Actually I don’t remember her. Dad said it was something like cervic cancer or something like that.” She looked at my face. “Hey, you’ve been crying. You okay, Gabriela?”

“Yeah, I’m alright.”

“It wasn’t cause I sat in your seat, was it?” She seemed worried.

“No,” I laughed.

If any irony fits, it would be the delight I had in finding her in my seat. Any other soul would have been thrown to the fire of hatred. “I was crying cause some jerks shoved itching seeds down my back.”

“Oh, those things are horrible.” She laughed a little. “Hey, can I walk home with you today? My dad’s working late, and I hate being alone for so long.”

“Oh. Um, my mom says I can’t bring any friends over to my house. I’m not s’pose to.”

“Well, let’s tell her you’re coming over to mine, then.”

“Okay.” I assumed Mom wouldn’t care much about that.

“Meet you here after school,” she smiled.

In class I began to fantasize what a friend would be like. I loved her already, but couldn’t bring myself to see it immediately. I jotted things down, as if taking notes. What I was really doing was drawing little hearts.

I found her again after school ended, standing right at the spot, as if unmoved from it since we parted. “Hi Gabby,” she said.

It was an affectionate nickname that, before this moment, I did not possess. I felt my spirit lifting upwards. We walked down the street talking. The feeling I had was powerful, and I could not figure exactly what it was. It was love. There was little doubt there. But there was a whole other emotion I had never felt.

Her house came into view. It was trailer house just on the edge of the park. She fumbled with the keys for a minute, trying to unlock the door. Once inside it occurred to me in an instant that her dad was a true sportsman. He had a beautiful painting of a horse bearing a weary hunter, or soldier, on its back, drifting off to a sunset somewhere.

Sam dropped her backpack. “Okay, so what do you wanna do?” she asked.

“Do you have any movies?” I asked.

“A few of them, but I don’t wanna watch a movie right now.”

She looked around the room. “Hey, you wanna see my dad’s magazines?”

“Magazines?” I asked.

I really did come from a sheltered life. I was under the impression that her father collected National Geographic. We went into his room, and she pulled up the mattress to reveal about seven different magazines, each with nude women on the covers. She opened one of them (one that she must have looked at hundreds of times over.)

“This one’s weird. See, it’s got two girls having sex.”

She showed it to me. Sure enough, they were having sex. Their tongues dripped all over each other in such grotesque fashion as what I never imagined. It was exciting, though, as I imagined the two of us in that sort of pose together.

“Hey, you wanna try something like that?” Sam grinned. We were obviously on the same track.

My mind was blurry, and at first I wasn’t sure how I was going to answer her. I nodded at first, and then said, “Okay, but we hafta leave our clothes on.”

“Okay,” she smiled.

She took my hand and led me to her bedroom. Once inside she closed the door and stared into my face. I was lost in her warm brown eyes. She moved in close to me and gave me a soft kiss on the mouth. “Have you ever done this before?”

“No,” I told her. “Why, what’s it like?”

“I dunno… this is my first time, too. Do you love me?” she asked seriously.

“Yeah,” I said feeling the cool breath of her mouth on mine.

We moved in a little closer, and began kissing softly at first, but soon we grew braver, and began using our tongues to part our lips. Her glasses steamed up after a minute, and she giggled, taking them off.

“Let’s sit on the bed.” She set her glasses on the nightstand, and helped me down on the bed.

We began kissing again, deeper each time, and wrapping our bodies together. Finally she reached under my shirt, rubbing my bare back softly, still kissing deeply and kinda slobbery. My hands pushed her lower back against my crotch. After nearly five minutes of this she suggested, “Do you wanna take off your clothes now?”

I was still so scared to do this in front of anybody. It was wrong! It was going to send me to hell! But I was so caught up in the moment that I nodded, and immediately took my shirt off. I got brave and started playing with the seam of her pants. My fingers worked their way in, and soon found the button to undo them.

I tugged her zipper down, and watched as her pants fell straight down, and were kicked to the floor. Her panties were pink and had Strawberry Shortcake imprinted on them. I started playing with them, and soon found my hand inside touching Sam’s little nub.

“Mmm,” I said, bringing my face forward for another deep kiss.

Her hands made their way into my pants and touched me. I’ve never felt anything so amazing since that afternoon. It was as though everything in the world was perfect. I felt a cool wave of sweat, and we completely removed each other’s clothes.

It didn’t take long from this point, because almost instantly I felt myself moving to something intense. It was indescribable when, for the first time, I had an orgasm. Every part of me went stiff for a minute as I came in waves. Sam was coming too, and I could feel the dampness turn to wetness between her legs.

We sat there living the moment of our first love session.

“Oh my god,” Sam said, panting, wiping her hair back. She smiled at me, and leaned in for another sweet kiss. “I love you, Gabby.”

I heard her words in a trance. No one, not my parents, nor my teachers, nor any boy had ever said words to me like that.

“I love you too, Sam.”

Two Moms, Chapter 10

  • Posted on August 25, 2017 at 12:00 pm

By Naughty Mommy

The next couple days were pretty much the same, and completely great. I mean, we didn’t order pizza for dinner every night, of course, but Mom was just so sweet and loving and affectionate. It was really wonderful.

When bedtime came, she tucked me in and kissed my mouth and told me she loved me. I would keep thinking about that after she left the room, as I lay in the dark in my bed… and I would play with myself while I was thinking about my mother and how she’d kissed me.

It turned me on and it made me come, but like I said earlier, it was more than that, better in an important way. I don’t know if I can even explain how nice it was, find the right way to put it. I was just a very happy girl.

And you know what? I had another reason, a big one, for feeling totally happy that week.

Remember how I mentioned Jess was acting shy with me when we woke up on Sunday morning after we’d kissed so much and masturbated each other the night before? How instead of talking a whole lot like normal she was just smiling and stuff? I found out a few days later what that was all about, and it was amazing!

I guess first I should admit that I was smiling an awful lot around that time too. I was always excited to get up in the morning and go to school, ‘cause then I’d get to see Jessica and spend time with her. I felt so lucky to have a best friend — and she was the best best friend I’d ever had, by far. She was cute and funny and really sexy and we told each other practically everything and did so many awesome things together, things I’d never done with anyone else. I really liked her and she really liked me. In fact, it had definitely started feeling to me as though she and I were more than just friends, that… well, that maybe it went deeper than that or something.

Anyway, let me tell you what happened on Wednesday.

Jess walked home with me after school that day. That was typical. It was what we’d started doing every afternoon, either I’d go to her place or she’d come to mine. Of course, until about a week earlier Jess had only been to my house, I hadn’t been to hers yet. Plus, before we weren’t always spending every single day with each other, but now we were. It seemed like we never wanted to be apart.

So, I’d noticed again at school that day that Jess wasn’t talking as much as usual, and that she kept smiling at me, looking shy, even blushing a little bit. I wasn’t exactly sure what that meant, except it did make me feel kind of warm and jumpy inside. I liked it.

After we got to my house, we had a snack and got our homework done, and then I asked her what she wanted to do next. We’d put our books and stuff away in our backpacks and were sitting on my bed with our shoes off. I figured Jess might say she wanted to watch porn on the computer, or maybe kiss. Either one was fine with me. Either or both would be great!

But she just sort of sat there and looked at me. She didn’t say anything.

After a few uncomfortable seconds of this, I frowned and said, “What? What the heck is it?!”

She giggled and blushed, then looked down at her hands and mumbled, “Sorry, it’s, it’s… um…”

This totally wasn’t like Jess, to be at a loss for words. Just the opposite. It’s like words were made for her mouth and they would just keep coming out, one after the other in a steady stream. Not that I minded that, it was one of the things I loved about—

Oh. Wait.

Did I just use the word ‘love’? Could that be what was going on with her? With us?

The instant that thought occurred, I suddenly got way more of the warm jumpy feeling inside. My heart started pounding and I couldn’t sit still. My legs began squirming around all by themselves. I tried to make them stop and I tried to take a deep breath and I tried to lick my lips and I tried to say something but I couldn’t do any of those things. All I could do was still there and wiggle and stare at Jessica, and think how cute and how adorable and how wonderful she was, and how much I — yes! — how much I loved her!

Finally I managed to make my brain work. I stammered, “Um, Jess, is, is it…” but that was all I could say.

She raised her chin and looked into my eyes. I saw a smile on her lips, slowly becoming wider. She nodded.

I tried to say something else but couldn’t.

Then, in a soft voice, Jessica said, “Lia, I really like you, a lot.”

“I know, um, I like you too.”

“But I mean, I really really like you, y’know?”

“Um, yeah… I really really really like you too, Jess.”

Her smile grew until it practically broke her face. “Really? You do?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded giddily, “except, I mean, more than just like, way more than like.”

“Really?!”

“Yes!!!”

And then we hugged. Or maybe I should say: Jessica leaped into my arms and I fell back on the bed wrapping my arms and legs around her and she squeezed me so tight I could hardly breathe. That’s the kind of hug it was. We were both laughing insanely, rolling from side to side, not kissing or saying anything coherent, just hugging and giggling and squeezing and rolling around on my bed.

Finally we stopped. Jess was lying on top of me. She pulled back just enough to look into my eyes. She was breathing hard, her face flushed and sweaty, almost glowing. God, she was so sexy.

She said, “Is it okay if I kiss you?”

“Of course it is. I want you to.”

“Okay, but, um… first…”

She paused. I waited a moment, then asked, “First what?”

“You say it first.”

I grinned. I knew just what she meant. “Okay,” I nodded. “I’ll say it first, but then you have to say it too.”

“I will. I promise.”

 

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Sighing and shaking her head Nora, closed the cover on the quarterly report. She’d been sitting at her desk staring at those pages for at least fifteen minutes without absorbing a single fact. She simply couldn’t concentrate.

She got up and stepped to the window, looking down at the traffic on the streets below. This was not going to do. It was unacceptable. She held an important position with the firm, had numerous duties to fulfill, and was expected to perform them all at a high level of competence. Not to mention the urgency of her own ambitions, which demanded far more from her than what her superiors or anyone else required.

But this was the third day in a row that she’d accomplished next to nothing in terms of business. Oh, she’d kept up the pretense, going through the motions, but her mind had constantly been elsewhere.

Nora knew quite well what was responsible for her lack of productivity. Or rather, she knew of several things causing the distraction.

At the top of the list was Karen: the memories of flirting and touching during their dinner on the previous Saturday, the many meaningful glances they’d exchanged, watching the woman’s eyes devour her body, as if with just a look she could undress Nora and make passionate love with her…

That alone was enough to keep her on edge, in a perpetual state of arousal, no matter how hard she worked at playing the role of a busy corporate executive. She tried, but she could not stop thinking about Karen and what might happen the next time they met.

Then there were the still fresh impressions of being in that fitting room at Victoria’s Secret with her daughter Lia and with cute little Jessica just a few days ago, taking off all her clothes in front of the girls and seeing them both nude as well, staring at those tempting, barely pubescent bodies. My god, it was so unbelievably hot.

Add to all that how exciting it was to think about what Lia and Jessica presumably were getting up to with each other. There definitely was something going on between them, Nora was certain. And when she imagined the two young girls in bed, lying naked together, kissing and touching, it drove her nearly insane with lust.

 

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Jessica was on top of me, looking into my eyes, her face just inches from mine. She was going to kiss me — oh jeez, how I wanted her to kiss me! — but first, I had to say something important to her, tell her something huge.

I swallowed and licked my lips. Then I said, “Um, Jess…… I love you.”

She squealed and laughed and wriggled around, all at once. “God, yeah! Me too!”

“No, wait,” I protested, “you have to say it!”

“Oh, yeah, um, sorry.” My best friend giggled some more and looked at me, drawing out the suspense, until at last she whispered, “I love you too, Lia. I really love you.”

Then finally we did kiss, and oh my god, what an amazing kiss that was. It’s like I just disappeared inside her mouth and the rest of the world went away.

Which is sort of funny, because until about a week earlier, I’d never kissed anyone before, not really kissed them, I mean. And now here I was, totally addicted to kissing. I couldn’t get enough of kissing Jessica, and the way my mom would kiss my lips when she put me to bed at night, that practically made me faint. I loved kissing!

So, Jess and I both said we loved each other — like actual romantic love, which was fantastic — and then we kissed for a really long time. Except while we were doing that, we did something else too, something new we hadn’t done before.

After we’d been kissing for a couple minutes, Jess sort of started moving on top of me, rubbing her crotch on my thigh and at the same time pushing her knee between my legs, tight against my pussy. It felt so great. I immediately grabbed her butt with both hands, pulling her even harder into me while we kissed.

We were still dressed, of course, in our shorts and t-shirts, only our shoes were off. But that didn’t seem to matter one bit. It felt to me like we were making love, even with all our clothes on.

 

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A shiver ran through Nora as she stood by the window in her office, picturing her daughter with the other girl, a pair of twelve-year-olds making love. Jesus, she was so turned on.

She inhaled deeply, once, twice, and very slowly let her breath out, trying to keep herself under control, then turned back toward her desk. She glanced at her watch. It was almost 4:30. Most days she would work until at least 5:30, if not 6:00 or even later. But then, most days she was much more able to focus on her job.

Still, it was too early to leave and go home. She would, if nothing else, maintain the facade. Walking to the door of her office, she nodded to her assistant, then closed and locked the door and returned to her desk. The signal had been given once more. Nora would not be disturbed.

She removed the encrypted laptop from her briefcase, powered it up and entered the password. Less than a minute later, she was immersed in all those beautiful images she loved, young girls exposing themselves, spreading their legs, showing their smooth, hairless pussies.

Nora opened her tailored slacks and pushed them down to her knees, along with her panties. She’d already placed a towel on her chair to catch the extra drips. There might be a lot.

 

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Karen licked her fingers, savoring the tasty juices. She’d just finished masturbating, coming very hard as usual. Her hands were soaked.

She was standing naked in the family room, watching Sophie and Freja and Margaret make three-way love on the couch, while also keeping an eye on the lesbian porn video playing on the big-screen TV. This was a slow, quiet one that showed two apparently very young girls tenderly kissing one another while fingering each other’s pussies. It always made her very excited.

Everything seemed so great. Karen’s life was exactly as she wanted it to be, just the way she’d arranged it. Why, then, did she feel that something was missing?

She plopped down in an armchair, sighing heavily. “Hey, you guys?” she said.

 

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Little girls. Naked little girls. So innocent and sweet. So alluring. Nora could never get enough of them. She was consumed by her desires.

For the past several days, in fact, she’d been surrendering to this impulse more than ever. Instead of perhaps just once a day or even every other day, she’d locked her office door and masturbated at least once during the morning and then two or three more times each afternoon. Her lust was out of control.

This was a problem. She knew it. And she knew it had to stop, somehow.

She’d just finished coming again. It hadn’t taken long at all. With one hand on the touchpad of her private laptop, clicking through images, the other hand between her legs, rubbing her clit, she’d reached orgasm in only a minute or two.

But she was getting sore. Her pussy was very sore. This really was too much. Plus, of course, she wasn’t getting any work done. Something would have to give.

 

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Sophie raised her face from between Freja’s long, beautiful legs. She licked her lips and wiped her mouth, smiling as she looked over at her employer.

Margaret climbed off and got to her feet. She’d been sitting on Freja’s face and had enjoyed two lovely orgasms during the past few minutes. That Swedish girl sure did know how to lick pussy. But now her boss needed her.

Freja was lying on her back on the couch, short black skirt bunched around her waist, lacy white panties on the floor. She took a deep breath and pushed herself up on her elbows, turning toward Karen.

It was a somewhat unusual relationship in that Sophie, Freja, and Margaret were Karen’s employees, but also her sex partners — and yet it was even more than that. They were her friends too, her confidantes.

Sure, Karen had numerous other friends, women she went out with and fucked, or who would come to her house for lesbian orgies. But when she had something important to talk about, more often than not it was these three she relied upon for advice. They knew her better than almost anyone, and she valued their opinions.

Sitting naked in the armchair, Karen crossed her legs, frowning in concentration. After a moment, she began, “It’s her again. I can’t get her out of my mind. Even with all this…”

She waved at the porn movie, still playing, then nodded at the three women who were looking attentively at her. “Even with… everything I have, it doesn’t feel like enough, nowhere near enough. There’s this, um, this empty space. Do you know what I mean?”

“Of course, lassie,” said Margaret. “It’s only natural ya feel that way.”

A smile slowly crossed Karen’s face. “So… I’m thinking that I should, well, at least try, and see if something might happen with her. With us.”

 

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Using a disposable wipe, Nora carefully cleaned her hands, then shut down the laptop and returned it to her briefcase. After daubing her face with a tissue to dry the perspiration and fixing her makeup, she sprayed air freshener around the office. Then she sat back in her chair for a moment, thinking.

All that wonderful porn on her private computer, the photos and erotic stories and videos, it was just fantastic, irresistible, something she simply couldn’t live without. She would never want to give it up. Still, she had to be honest with herself. During the past three days she’d been using that as an escape. Obviously, she loved looking at those images and reading the stories and masturbating, but it was time now to deal with the real issues.

A few days earlier, Nora had made a very important decision, a potentially life-changing affirmation — but she hadn’t acted on that yet, had done nothing concrete to put her plans into effect and make her dreams come true. In fact, she’d been avoiding it.

She leaned forward, elbows on her desk, steepling her fingers. Could she really hope to do it, accomplish all that? Not only seduce Karen, but also bring both girls, their daughters, into an intimate incestuous relationship with their mothers? That seemed nearly impossible, unthinkable.

Well, the first part, getting Karen into bed, might not be too much of a challenge. She seemed willing enough. But as for the rest of it, probably not quite so easy. And yet, mmm, just imagine…

Her pussy tingled. Nora squeezed her legs together automatically. She might be sore, she was sore, but that sure didn’t stop her from getting turned on as she visualized herself and Karen naked in bed with Jessica and Lia, two moms and two girls having sex.

 

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For I don’t know how long, Jess and I lay there on my bed in my room and just kept hugging and kissing and kind of murmuring sweet little “I love you’s” into each other’s mouths. This was about the most exciting thing I’d ever done. Except like I said, we weren’t only just kissing and hugging, but more like humping. It was so incredibly great.

I loved this girl and I was kissing her and she was rubbing herself on me and I had my hands on her butt, holding her really tight, squeezing and pulling her against me, and my legs were spread really wide and her tongue was in my mouth and she was rubbing against me, harder and harder, more and more, and I was pushing up, pushing against her, over and over, again and again, like we were fucking.

Yes, that was it, I thought to myself. It was like Jessica was fucking me, like she was fucking me, fucking me — and then suddenly I came.

I broke the kiss.

“Jess, UNNH!!” I cried, scrunching my face, ducking my chin, feeling my slippery sweaty forehead on her hot sweaty neck, my body shaking with the spasms.

It was kind of embarrassing. This had never happened to me before, coming with all my clothes on just from rubbing against someone. Of course, lately I was doing a lot of things I’d never done before. Who knows what might be next — sex with my mom?

I actually had that thought while I was in the middle of climaxing with Jess on top of me. And when I did, it made me come even harder. The orgasm went on and on, like it would never end. I nearly blacked out from holding my breath, but finally it was almost over, a few more shudders and then I was done.

“Wow!” said Jess. “That was unbelievable. Did you really just come?”

“Y-yeah,” I managed, gasping out the word.

My eyes were blurry, my heart still pounding, and my clothes and hair were drenched with sweat — but I felt better than I’d ever felt in my life. I loved girls, I loved having sex, and I loved Jessica!

 

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Nora looked at her watch again. It was a quarter to 5:00. All right, she said to herself, I’ll go ahead and leave early today. Starting tomorrow, though, it’s back to work. No more fooling around. I have a career to think about.

She retrieved her suit jacket from the closet in her office and slipped it on. Then, as she was about to pick up her briefcase and head for the door, she felt a buzzing in her pocket. It was her cell phone. A text message from someone.

Continue on to Chapter 11

Tracy’s Dilemma, Chapter 1

  • Posted on August 24, 2017 at 2:06 pm

By Cheryl Taggert

Tracy looked at the movie in her hand. She’d seen it in the DVD area of Walmart and decided to buy it on a whim. She could say it was entirely unplanned, a spur of the moment thing.

But that wouldn’t exactly be true.

She’d been considering this for weeks now, though she’d refused to believe her mind had actually gone there. Weeks? No, nearly two months. That was when she’d had the separate conversations with her two girls, Kelli, who was 14, and Kate, nearly 12. Those conversations had taken place after nearly a year of thinking about having them. It had taken that long because of the topic.

Masturbation.

Yes, she had finally taken the plunge, as they say, and discussed with each of them the most intimate thing a girl could do when alone. At first, she had convinced herself she wanted to talk to them about it so they wouldn’t feel as guilty as so many girls their age about what she considered a completely normal activity. Then, she had finally been forced to admit her most private thoughts to herself.

She had been turned on thinking about them touching themselves. Maybe turned on was too tame a phrase for how she felt. She’d burned in her own pussy at the images that would fleet, unbidden, into her mind while satisfying her own needs. She would find herself near orgasm, and the sudden picture would coalesce in her mind of her daughters lying in a bed together, their hands a blur of activity at their centers. In her mind’s eye she would see them joining her in her orgasm, which became more intense at the imagined sight that would strike with the suddeness of lightning.

Now, she was moving to the next phase of what she’d begun to call “Operation Group Masturbation.” It was a silly title, intended to make her laugh to better handle the lust that seemed to throb within her each time she thought of where she wanted her relationship with her daughters to go. They had each finally admitted — after a confession from their mother admitting to masturbating since childhood — to having experimented with bringing themselves sexual pleasure when alone.

She looked down at the movie in her hands. Eyes Wide Shut. She’d seen it before, of course, and knew exactly why she had bought it. There was plenty of sex in it. Certainly more than most mothers would expose their young daughters to. Just the memory of Nicole Kidman’s shapely ass and small boobs could cause her clit to stir. Her slit to moisten. The sexual tension that permeated the movie would almost certainly get her daughters to consider what they might do when they went to bed.

But Tracy had other plans. She intended for all of them to enjoy their own private touches right there in the family room while seated together. This, she hoped, would lead to the girls — and herself — feeling free to enjoy such touches whenever or wherever the urge occurred. She imagined a home where she would enter Kelli and Kate’s bedroom — they shared a room — to find them sprawled naked on their beds, unashamed and boldly rubbing their slits to orgasm. Or maybe she would come home from buying groceries and find them in the family room watching a movie and bringing themselves off.

They would look at her and invite her to join in. She would strip and sit between them…

Suddenly, the images were taking over once again, moving along a path that she had no real way to control. She saw her there with them, touching herself.

Tracy closed her eyes as the sensations seized her once again. The wetness. The warmth. The tingles.

Then opening her eyes, she realized she would have to stop the fantasy before it started, or else she would have to take care of matters right then and there. As much as she wanted to have an orgasm at that moment, she wanted to witness her daughters reach theirs even more. She knew she would have to maintain that edge of desire to go through with her plan.

Placing the DVD on the sofa table for later, she went into the kitchen to cook dinner. Her neighbor, Sandra Brisbane, would be arriving with Kelli and Kate at any moment. She and Sandra, who was Tracy’s age and an absolute knock-out, had girls who were part of the local YWCA swim team, and it had been Sandra’s turn to taxi the girls to and from practice.

As if on cue, Kelli and Kate walked through the door, followed by Sandra and her daughters, Laura and Emily, who were the same ages as Tracy’s own daughters.

“Hey, Mom! We’re home!” Kelli shouted as she entered, leading the entourage.

Tracy finished washing her hands and went into the family room where everyone was gathered.

Her heart nearly stopped when she entered the room. The girls were occupied with chatter about the upcoming swim meet. Sandra, however, was standing by the sofa table, looking down at the movie there. Tracy could almost see the wheels turning in Sandra’s head, wondering why Tracy had a movie like that out where it would be obvious that either she had been watching it earlier or intended to watch it later. It didn’t really bother her that Sandra knew, except that the real reason caused her embarrassment, as if Sandra could determine everything at the sight of this one sexy movie. It certainly didn’t fit with the Disney movies and teen comedies that stood innocently on the shelf near the TV. A quick glance at the movies there would clearly indicate that this one was the only movie that had what could only be described as hot sex in it, even if that sex was not of the porno variety. The few of those Tracy had were tucked neatly away in her closet for private use in her bedroom, thank goodness.

“Hey, girls!” Tracy said, managing to sound as if she wasn’t trying to still her quiet, and almost certainly unnecessary panic. The girls were still in their swimsuits, which clung wetly to their bodies, and Tracy felt her pussy warm at the sight of them. Laura and Emily were as pretty as Kelli and Kate. Tracy wished the girls were wearing their personal swimsuits, the ones they wore when swimming for fun and not for racing. The racing suits had enough padding in the tops to eliminate any nipple outlines. Their personal suits were thin cotton and had no such limitations.

“Mom!” Kate exclaimed. “I came in second in trials!”

“That’s wonderful!” Tracy said. “Who came in first?”

Kate glanced at Emily, who blushed. The girl’s shyness always made Tracy smile. “It was only by a half-second,” Emily said. “You’ll probably be beating my time by the meet.”

“How’d you other girls do?” Tracy asked.

“I came in third and Laura, fifth,” Kelli said, sounding resigned to her fate to always be good but not the best. “Lori Jacobs beat everyone, as usual. And this new girl, Corinne, came in second.”

“I had a bad turn after the first leg,” Laura said, as explanation for her poor showing.

“Well, you girls need to go get your showers,” Tracy said to her daughters. “Dinner should be ready when you’re done.”

The two girls said good-bye to Laura and Emily before rushing down the hallway to their room. The thought that they would soon be naked together in there crossed Tracy’s mind, but she pushed the image away.

“You girls go ahead on home,” Sandra said to her daughters. “I’ll be along in a second.”

The two girls said good-bye to Tracy and left to get their own showers. Tracy was aware that Sandra’s girls also shared a room, mostly out of necessity because their younger brother had the third bedroom, and once again, the unbidden image of two sexy, naked young girls came to mind. And as before, she pushed the image away. Her libido, it seemed was on overdrive with the plans she’d made, causing her to see sex in nearly everything and everyone.

When they were alone in the room, Sandra stepped over to the sofa table and, smiling suggestively, picked up the video case with one hand while pushing her shoulder-length, ebony hair behind one ear.

“I know you caught me looking at this. You know, you really should put it away after watching it,” Sandra joked. “The girls might get ideas.”

Blushing deeply, Tracy took the movie from her neighbor as if accepting the offer of a snack before slipping it behind the other movies on the nearby shelf as if trying to hide it.

Sandra continued as Tracy placed the movie out of sight. “Kelli already noticed it, which is why I saw it really. I think she might already have ideas of searching the house when she’s alone.” She smiled with good humor at her neighbor’s discomfort. They were close enough as friends that she knew she could tease Tracy about this.

“Well, then. I’ll have to find a better hiding place later,” Tracy said.

“Don’t feel bad. Ben is so preoccupied with his new position at the office, I’ve not had any in over two weeks. If not for my vibe, I’d be climbing the walls,” Sandra said.

Tracy looked at Sandra. They were friends, yes, but they had never had such a frank discussion about sex before, much less a conversation about masturbation, which always seemed to be at the top of everyone’s list of forbidden topics.

A rush of embarrassment made Tracy laugh out loud, easing the slight tension that had built since she’d noticed Sandra checking out the movie.

“Hey, really. We all do it, right?” Sandra said. “I imagine even Kelli and Laura have tried it out at least.” Tracy just shrugged, feeling if she said anything she would reveal her motives for having the movie without meaning to. “Hell, I was doing it by the time I was their age, younger in fact.” Sandra thought for a moment. “I think I might have been Kate and Emily’s age when I had my first orgasm.”

Sandra looked at Tracy, her eyebrows raised in a question. “What about you?” she asked.

“Good lord!” Tracy said. “Why this topic all of a sudden? You horny?”

“It’s only natural, you know. I mean, I’m no lesbian or anything — Ben will attest to that — but it’s a natural occurrence when we encounter sex involving someone else that it, well, brings a physical reaction,” Sandra said.

At that moment either Kelli or Kate came out of their bedroom, which was beyond where the two women could see, and walked down the hallway of the small house and scampered into the bathroom for her shower. The two women waited until they heard the shower begin to run before they continued.

“So where did you learn that?” Tracy asked. At Sandra’s questioning look, Tracy said, “That encountering sex involving someone else brings a ‘physical reaction’ as you say.”

Sandra smiled. “From reading Ben’s girlie mags. There are tons of articles about sexual response in them.”

Tracy laughed. “So like most men, he says he gets them for the articles, but you actually read them?”

Sandra gave Tracy a sly smirk. “Hey, I appreciate the female form, too. It’s like what I was saying. The female form is just another suggestion of sex, and we all have a natural reaction to that. Are you telling me you don’t appreciate a pretty woman?”

“Of course I do,” Tracy said. “But you’re making it sound like –” She stopped, wondering if they should take the conversation where her comment would steer it.

“Like what?” Sandra asked.

“Well, like you, well, are — interested — in women. You know, as in… interested.”

“I don’t mind admitting to some experimentation in college, and even earlier. High school even.” She stopped. “Actually my first time with another girl was in seventh grade. Beth Conners.” She had actually been younger, and her first was not Beth, but Sandra didn’t want to go there with Tracy, at least not yet.

Tracy blushed. “What did you… do with each other at that age?”

“Mostly we just got ourselves off together. We’d talk about what guy we’d like to do it with or which Hollywood hunk. That would get us horny, and we’d do it. Eventually we figured out we could hump each other’s leg, like we were fucking, and get off. It was actually pretty innocent.” Again, there was more — much more — but the topic was too taboo to discuss right then. Sandra would have to know Tracy wouldn’t say anything about it before she would actually tell her.

Tracy couldn’t help herself. “What about later? What about high school? And college?”

“Well, things… progressed, shall we say.”

Tracy looked at her neighbor with open interest.

“Progressed to… what?”

“Let’s just say I found out my own pussy wasn’t the only one that tasted good.”

“Shit! You mean–?”

“Hey, don’t knock it til you’ve tried it,” Sandra said.

Tracy looked at Sandra, whose eyebrows were slightly raised. Questioning. Offering?

“Um… yes… well…” Tracy stammered, not sure if she should take the conversation further to where Sandra was wanting to take it. Her sexy neighbor was obviously coming on to her, offering some naughty fun in the lonely afternoons.

“It beats being alone with a vibe,” Sandra said, clearly wanting Tracy to take her up on her offer. “Or your fingers,” she added when Tracy remained silent. Then after Tracy still didn’t respond, she said, “Or damn near anything else you can use when alone.”

Tracy stood, dumbfounded. Sandra leaned toward her. For a moment Tracy thought she was going to kiss her, and she realized suddenly that she would welcome it. Instead, she gave Tracy a quick hug and said into her ear. “I can tell you’re curious. If you ever decide to follow your curiosity, let me know. I’m right next door.”

It was all Tracy could do to refrain from pulling Sandra into a deep kiss. Only the thought of what might happen if one of her girls came out unannounced made her stop.

Stepping to the front door, Sandra turned and said, “It really is a lot of fun.” Then she sighed and said, “I hope my batteries aren’t dead” before exiting the room. As she passed Tracy’s family room window, Sandra waved at her, smiled, and went to her home next door.

Tracy stood there a moment, collecting her thoughts. Sandra was planning on masturbating that night. To thoughts of me? she wondered. Shaking herself mentally, she brought herself back to the here and now. Stepping to the case with the DVD’s she reached back to where she had placed the sexy movie and retrieved it. She had no intention of hiding it from her daughters’ view. In fact, she had counted on it to help move things along.

A half hour later, the pajama-clad girls had joined her for dinner, which they ate amid conversation about school and swimming. Tracy marveled at how the girls could have had a conversation about something so personal as masturbation with their mother just a short time ago and not bring up the topic again.

Once the meal was finished, the girls cleaned everything up while she went to her bedroom to change into her pajamas, she invited the girls into the family room to watch TV.

As they sat, Tracy said, “So what do you want to watch?”

The girls looked at each other, before Tracy noticed each of them glance quickly at the movie sitting on the sofa table as if inviting them to watch it.

“I don’t know,” Kelli offered, as if the movie weren’t there.

“Me neither,” Kate added, though it was almost comically obvious both girls wanted to watch what they considered the forbidden movie.

“Well,” Tracy began. “I have been thinking, and I thought it might be good to let you girls, well, grow up some in your viewing habits.”

The girls glanced at one another again, the obvious question in their eyes — ‘Is Mom going to let us watch that?’ — hanging there, meaning the movie that still sat like an invitation on the otherwise bare table. They said nothing, perhaps too frightened that speaking would break the spell and the erotic mood that was starting to cling to the very walls of the room.

“I bought a movie today,” Tracy began, doing her best to appear nonchalant. “I think you’ve both noticed it.”

Kelli looked at the movie on the table. “That one?” she asked, as if their mother brought home sexy movies for them to enjoy every day.

“Yes, that one,” Tracy said. “Are you familiar with it?” she asked.

“Isn’t that, um, I mean, well,” Kate began before plunging ahead at full speed. “Isn’t that a, well, adult kind of movie?”

“Yes, dear,” Tracy said. “That’s exactly what I meant when I said I felt you both should grow up some in your viewing habits.” She cleared her throat before continuing. “You see, after our talk a couple of months ago, I started thinking.” She cleared her throat again. “I started thinking about how you both had, well, admitted to me that you, well, did things.” She paused, hoping for recognition and a reply from one of them. When none came, she continued. “You know. Private… alone time things.”

“You mean–?” Kate said.

“Yes, dear. I’m talking about our conversation we had about masturbation.” She quickly kept talking, as if stopping would make speaking about the topic again impossible, which may well have been the case, she was so nervous about it. “I don’t know if either of you discussed our one-on-one talk with each other, but I think it best if everything were out in the open. After I openly admitted I had been pleasuring myself since I was perhaps ten years old, you each admitted to me that you had, well, at least experimented with masturbation. Since the two of you share a bedroom, I would imagine that you were already aware of the other’s, well, sexual habits in that area.” She looked at the girls. “Am I correct in that assumption?”

“You mean, have we seen each other doing it or talked about doing it?” Kelli asked.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean,” Tracy responded, hoping the rest of the conversation would go well.

“What if we have?” Kate asked. “Are we in trouble or something?”

“Of course not!’ Tracy said, realizing why the girls were so reticent. “I would actually be very surprised, shocked even, if you were not totally aware of what each other did.”

“Well, um, okay. So we, uh, have, well, seen each other do it,” Kelli admitted. “Like you say, it’s kinda hard not to notice when you share a room like that.”

“Good, then!” Tracy said, as if this were the best news she’d heard all day, which in a way it was. “So, in an effort to, well, give you both some… material… to imagine when you’re alone,” she said before pausing, “or not alone as the case may be, I felt we could watch some movies with, um, adult themes.”

“You mean we’re really going to get to watch Eyes Wide Shut?” Kate asked, her eyes wide open with surprise.

“Yes, sweetie, we are,” Tracy said. “In fact, I’m going to let you know now that it will be in my bedroom after we’ve watched it in case you want to… borrow it when you’re, well, in the mood for some fun — either alone or… not.”

With that, Tracy rose from her spot on the sofa and took the DVD to the player. After inserting it and waiting for it to load, she pressed the button to start the movie playing.

While the FBI warning about copyright infringement came up, Kelli asked, “Where in your bedroom will it be?”

Tracy smiled at her daughter, “In my closet in the bottom drawer of my small three-drawer cabinet in the very back of the closet.” This was where she kept all her adult DVD’s, even the hard-core porno movies. She knew the first time either of them went looking for this movie, they would find her stash and know it was fine to watch them as well.

As the movie started, Tracy hoped this would go as well as she had planned.

Continue on to Chapter 2

Pursuit of Happiness, Part One

  • Posted on August 23, 2017 at 4:22 pm

By Christene

{ This story was originally posted at the now-defunct Sisters in Love }


Mr. Vice President, Mr. Speaker, members of the Senate and the House of Representatives:

Yesterday, December 7, 1941 — a date which will live in infamy — the United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked by naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan.


The year was 1944. The world was a very different place. Its surface had been forever altered by events sweeping across it.

Lauren wished that she could say she was brave. She ached to say that all her decisions had been for the right reasons, but the truth of it slapped her as bitterly as the cool wind rushing against her tearful face. She was running away.

The howl of the train drawing nearer warned that life as she knew it was about to change. She drew the collar of her flowing coat around her neck. Her haunted olive eyes blinked away the vision of the woman she thought she’d glimpsed emerging through the fog.

It wasn’t her, she thought. It couldn’t be her.

She released her coat collar just long enough to wipe away the tears rolling hotly down her porcelain cheeks. Two children playing along the platform made her smile through her tears. The little girls were doing all they could to defy the sleep creeping up to cloud their young eyes.

Then, after a moment, they raced by her in a whirl of vibrant colors.

“Come on, little sister!” she heard. Her heart thudded down into her stomach.

“Paige,” she whispered longingly.

She used to believe that whatever demons a person ran from would only pursue them with equal intensity, but she had abandoned that belief. She’d been forced to. After all, she could hardly throw herself into this war if she had any reservations about what she was doing.

Just then, Fate gave her one final reminder that it would not be ignored.

A radio perched inside the nearby ticket booth crackled loudly. From its small body, a voice fought to be heard:

“Night and day… you are the one. Only you beneath the moon and under the sun—”

Her skin blanched.

All around her, couples drew closer together with dreamy smiles alive inside their eyes. Others still cleaved to one another, cursing the threat brought to the world and how that threat was separating them. Possibly forever.

Another long, mournful howl came. It was closer than before. And yet, she did not hear its sound. Instead she further distanced herself from this moment and from the memory of eyes which rivaled the beauty of raw honey.

Numbly, she boarded the train. She was leaving. She was enlisting along with all these other souls leaving for the nearest recruiting office. And soon, she would be joining the other men and women doing their part to save the world from the devastation of the Second World War.

* * *

“What do you mean, she’s gone?!” Paige’s voice was filled with panic.

Her father gazed down at his newspaper with a furrowed brow. He appeared to be focused on an article of great importance, but the sheer truth of it was that he did not wish to think of it, did not wish to think of her. “She went to the station, Paige.” He sighed, folding the paper with a frustrated expression before roughly slapping the paper to his lap. “Why do I care? She’s never listened to me a day in her life. Why should I waste my breath thinking that she would now? Just let her go.”

Paige tilted her head with a pained look on her face. She opened her rouged lips to speak, but the chime at the door silenced her.

“Well, answer it,” her father uttered in annoyance. “It’s Jeffery, come to take you to dinner.” He favored her with a stern look. “There will be a lot of important people there, so you be sure to make a good impression.”

Paige blinked, lost within her reeling emotions. She opened the door to see Jeffery standing in his finest suit. His right hand clutched the cane he heavily relied upon.

Jeffery entered the house with the air that he belonged there. He gently kissed Paige’s cheek before immediately pressing past her to join Paige’s father in the study. “Mr. Humphrey,” he greeted warmly. He extended his hand, receiving a firm handshake from his soon to be father-in-law. “How are you, sir?”

Mr. Humphrey nodded his head, never truly answering the question.

Jeffery was motioned to sit, which he did awkwardly. After a lengthy silence, he cleared his throat. “Terrible business about the war,” he said. “Why, if I didn’t have this bum leg—”

Mr. Humphrey nodded his head absently, then woke from his thoughts. “I know,” he said. “I’d love to—”

Their voices faltered when they each took note of Paige’s face.

Her skin was ashen. The intelligent depths of her eyes glistened with the tears clinging desperately to her thick lashes.

“Paige?” Jeffery prodded fearfully.

With a sudden burst of speed, Paige turned and ran out the front door.

Jeffery moved to rise from his chair, but he did not have the speed to catch her. He stopped when Mr. Humphrey motioned him to stay. The man with dark reddish-brown hair and white bands along his temples rose from his leather chair. He went to the liquor cabinet, removing a large crystal bottle of brandy. He poured himself a glass with a lowered head. Jeffery watched him anxiously.

“Sir, what’s going on?” Jeffery demanded.

“It’s Lauren,” Mr. Humphrey said. He drank heartily from his glass.

* * *

Paige moved with all the power her shapely legs could muster. She sprinted into the night, but the heels upon her feet were not meant for running. She angrily ripped them from her feet, then ran barefoot down the quiet streets.

Her burgundy dress should have been worn out on the town, but instead she was racing against hope, racing against the time she simply did not possess to reach the train station. If providence were was with her at all, then perhaps she would reach her sister in time.

The shining length of her dark mahogany hair was slipping from its usually elegant victory rolls. It was falling from its pins to tussle wistfully around her milky face. She breathed heavily through moistened lips, which trembled with the onset of tears.

She caught sight of the station in the distance. She spirited toward it just as she heard the first whistle sounding the train’s approach. Her heart thundered inside her chest.

“Oh, please,” she murmured. She ran faster with the memory of mesmerizing green eyes, eyes that would rather close than allow her to see too much into them. Why was Lauren hiding her eyes from her? What was in them that was different than all the other times they’d exchanged looks before?

Paige swallowed the lump in her throat. She knew what was different. Change had come in the small package of a leather-bound journal.

* * *

Lauren sat inside the study, scribing feverishly into her journal. Her red hair burned passionately within the candlelight as she worked at her desk.

Paige watched her curiously from the narrow crack remaining between the French doors left slightly ajar. She felt her heart all but burst as Lauren quickly stood. Paige hurriedly moved down the hall to avoid being seen.

* * *

Upon reaching the station, Paige maneuvered through the throng of people. At the far end of the platform, she glimpsed a breathtaking woman with crimson hair. She called out to her. Her voice was drowned out by the sound of the train whistling its arrival.

The people around her began to move as a booming voice said, “Now boarrrrr-ding!”

She struggled to close the distance between them. She had to stop her. She had to explain. It wasn’t what she wanted. It was what was expected. Lauren had to know that it was only out of that sense of obligation. Because her heart yearned for something so far from what others wanted for her.

“Lauren!” Paige screamed, trying to lift her voice above the chaos. “Lauren, here! I’m here!”

The steam coming from the train expelled as if it were the smoldering breath of a great beast. Its breath washed over her, drowning out the visions of her sister. When at last the copious fog had died away, she was standing in a meager gathering of others. All eyes were transfixed sadly upon the train. Her head turned toward the coaches. She quickly searched each set of windows, but Lauren was nowhere to be seen.

She watched, a horrified expression marring her beautiful face as the train began to power cumbersomely away.

The plush softness of old hands cupped her shoulders supportively. An old woman with a kind face smiled tenderly. “Oh, don’t worry, sweetheart,” she soothed. “I know times are hard, but our boys will be coming home before you know it.” She gentled her expression. “You’ll see.”

Bewilderment swept across her face as Paige stared at the old woman.

“Do you have a soldier shipping out?” the old woman queried softly.

Paige’s eyes welled with tears.

“Oh, he’ll be okay,” the old woman cooed. She held the tall woman close to her.

As honey eyes gazed after the train drawing further away, Paige spoke in a lyrical softness. “Not a soldier,” she sniffled. “A nurse. She’s my sister.”

The old woman flinched inwardly. She struggled not to shift in her awkwardness. “I’m sorry,” she stumbled. “I just assumed, based on the look in your eyes.” She paused, hoping to explain herself. “You looked like you had just lost the love of your life.”

Paige slipped out of the old woman’s arms. She turned away, slipping back into the night with a lowered head. “I did.”

* * *

They had been together every day of their childhood lives. They had gone to school together with two years separating them. They had attended the same college before ultimately returning home to where it had all began.

Paige had thought that with Lauren having newly finished nursing school, the beautiful young woman would take to being a nurse in their father’s practice. But Lauren had had very different ideas.

She wanted to make a difference. She wanted to ‘save the world,’ as their father had called it. Their father could not understand why Lauren felt the need to leave her hometown for the pursuit of happiness, or why she could not just settle down and marry a nice young man—a doctor, or perhaps even a lawyer.

At the time, Paige had been courted by a nice young man interning to be a doctor. And once he’d joined her father’s practice, they’d become engaged. Her father adored him for the sheer fact that he was so much like himself.

As Paige recalled those things now, that life seemed so far away. The time of her engagement was also, she remembered, around the time when Lauren began keeping her journal. The time when Lauren stopped meeting her eyes.

The surge of people moving forward woke Paige from her thoughts. She was another face within a sea of faces trudging toward the factory. This was her life now. The graceful young socialite was a worker on an assembly line.

She remembered her father’s reaction when he’d realized that she would be covered in soot and grime, working as a laborer. And yet, his rage had not mattered. All that was important was doing something to help Lauren. And right now, the only means of helping her was to do something to help their soldiers.

Each day, Paige lived in fear. She toiled through her work. It was hard work, but there was a certain sense of accomplishment in it, which she had not realized she was missing.

Each night, she spent crying into a pillow that still smelled of her sister’s hair. Within her dreams, she said so many things that distance and fear prevented her from saying now. What would she do when Lauren returned? She cried harder into her pillow, thinking something that made her blood run cold.

If Lauren came home.

She tightened her hold on the pillow.

Please, baby sister… come home to me.

* * *

The high-pitched whine of bombs falling from the sky sent shivers down their spines. It was another air-raid. The windows rattled loudly even as doctors and nurses lowered their heads with a determined air to continue treating their patients.

Lauren threw herself over her patient in unison with so many other nurses while the lights hanging from above shook wildly.

That one had been too close, they thought collectively.

With a slow reluctance, they eased away from their patients.

Lauren lifted her olive eyes. She felt her crimson hair falling from its pins beneath her nurse’s hat. Her thoughts ventured to those who had felt her healing touch. She understood that dire need for healing. She felt it each time she experienced the painful ache to be embraced. The bitter truth of her situation, and for so many others, was that she could not be consoled by any pair of arms. She craved a very special pair.

She sighed, then set to her work yet again.

* * *

It was late when Paige found herself wearily passing through her front door. It had been another late shift.

She wore a dark red bandanna over her thick, long hair in the hopes of keeping it from her elegant face. It had not, however, been able to shield her from dust. Her athletic body was hidden beneath the dirty navy-blue coveralls adorning her wiles.

Paige paused inside the foyer with a stunned expression upon her face.

Her father was sitting near the fire with her fiancé. Together, they were listening to the announcer speaking with a commanding tone about the allied forces.

She wanted to listen. She wanted to know, but something in her screamed not to. Slowly, Paige turned to leave.

“Oh, Paige,” Jeffery called, taking note of her for the first time. “How was… um… work?” He withdrew from her shabby appearance. She was not the woman he had affectionately taken in at his side, the woman who’d possessed a beauty to rival any silver-screen starlet.

“It was hard,” she admitted. “Then again, it will be until our soldiers are home.”

“Yes, of course,” he stuttered.

Paige favored them with a radiant smile that spoke of politeness, but someone who truly knew her would have recognized that it was also a mask. It hid what emotions brooded beneath her surface. “Please excuse me,” she said. “It’s been a very long day and I want to retire early.”

Mr. Humphrey nodded his head. Absently, he motioned her away while Jeffery rose to his feet with a gentlemanly air.

Paige heard the distant sounds of her own footsteps against the hardwood floors. She ascended the stairs, feeling her lithe hand slide over the polished railing. Once she’d reached the head of the stairs, she gazed longingly in the direction of Lauren’s room.

* * *

Lauren laughed as Paige peeked past her bedroom door. Her skin was glowing with happiness. Her olive eyes never failed to smolder while surrounded by the rich woods inside their home. The sultry waves of her crimson hair flashed in the light. “Another late night on the town, huh?” she teased.

* * *

Paige sighed. She closed her eyes, forcing her memories of Lauren to subside, if only for the moment.

She bathed and dressed for the night with an odd sort of absentmindedness. Before she had realized what was happening, she found herself slipping beneath the coolness of crisp cotton sheets. She breathed deeply. Her hand reached out and slid over the bed, exploring it with an intimate sense of discovery. She closed her eyes, letting the scents of Lauren’s room wash over her.

Paige knew she should not be there. She told herself that she should return to her own room, but she couldn’t leave. She needed to be there, needed to be as close to Lauren as she could. In her mind, the sheets caressing her body felt like whispering fingertips traversing her skin. Her hand slid underneath the pillows. Her fingertips grazed the leather-bound book hidden from the outside world.

Her heart thundered violently beneath her full breasts. She clasped the book inside her hand and pulled it from the comforts of its sleepy world. With the moonlight to read by, she opened her sister’s diary.

Paige bit her pouting bottom lip. She drew in a deep breath, then summoned the courage to read.

* * *

I’ve never been much of a writer. I feel a bit silly filling this book with all my innermost thoughts, but I was not left with any other option. Had I found myself in this situation a few years ago—Or less, even as little as a few months ago, a few precious weeks!—I would have unburdened my soul to my Sweet Paige. Things are so different now… so horribly, tragically different now. You see, she’s getting married.

I should be happy for her. I should be helping to plan the wedding and doing my part to be the best maid of honor this land has ever seen, but I’m not happy. I’m not!

It’s not that Jeffery isn’t a good man. He’s keen. A bit bland and boring for my tastes, but Paige seems sweet on him. Shouldn’t that be enough?

I hate him. I hate him so much because, more than anything, I want to be him.

* * *

Paige is in the backyard reading beneath a tree. She looks so beautiful. I wonder if she knows. I try to hide what’s in my eyes, but Paige knows me better than anyone ever has or ever will. Does she know how deeply I love her? Does she know that I am madly, passionately, head-over-heels in love with her?

I should tell her. I want to tell her. And yet… how do you tell your best friend that what you feel is more than friendship? For that matter, how do you tell your best friend that when she’s your sister?

* * *

When I came home, I found Paige inside my room. She was reading my diary! I don’t know what she saw. I’m almost scared to ask. Just thinking of it makes my stomach knot. What if she knows? She hasn’t said a word to me. She actually rushed from my room. She couldn’t even look at me. I’ve messed up. I’ve colossally messed up! Dear God, what am I going to do?!

* * *

We fought today. I’m not even sure what we were fighting about. We were yelling at each other before we even realized it. She was crying. I hate seeing Paige cry. It breaks my heart. I just want to take her into my arms and hold her. I want to kiss her tears away and make everything all right.

She knows. She knows everything now and she hates me for it. That’s why she’s going ahead with the wedding. That’s why she’s not speaking to me. That’s why we fought today over absolutely nothing!

I can’t stay here. I can’t stay here when she’ll be laughing and loving someone else. My heart can’t take it!

* * *

Paige lifted her eyes from the pages smudged by tears. She traced the handwriting she knew so well. Slowly, she lowered her head. With eyes slowly closing, she touched her lips to the lines making mention of Lauren’s heart. Paige could only hope that somehow, between the distance between them, Lauren could feel her.

The apology welling inside her throat could not surpass the lump sadness had placed there first. “That’s why you left,” she said in a hoarse whisper. “That’s why I lost you to this war.”

She hugged the diary close to her heart. Tearfully, she gazed out the window. She took in the starry horizon and the moon that reigned over the world. A sudden sense of purpose filled her. There was something she had to do, something she could not run away from any longer.

Continue on to Part Two

Moonlight Desires, Part One

  • Posted on August 22, 2017 at 1:29 pm

By Amanda Lynn

Ever since I was a little girl, I had been fascinated with the moon and the pale light it cast upon the landscape. On those magical nights when the moon’s position in the night sky would bring it into view from my bed, I would force myself to stay awake and watch it slowly arc from one side of my window to the other. I marveled at how its light would fill my room, chasing all but the most stubborn of shadows away, if only for a few fleeting minutes.

There was something mystical about it, as if it were alive, tangible. I would push my covers aside and let the moon’s glow wash over me. Sometimes I would get out of bed and go to the window, and on tiptoes would look out at my backyard. The pale light gave an eerie illumination to everything below me. I missed it when it wasn’t there, when it was waning toward the new moon, or if the clouds were too thick to allow its light through.

But when the moon was waxing I could almost sense it. I didn’t know how or why, but I would get more and more excited, anxiously waiting for the sun to set on the nights leading up to the full moon. My mom would laugh and tease me, saying I must be part werewolf.

Because of my fascination with the moon, for my tenth birthday my parents bought me a telescope, along with a big book that covered everything lunar, be it scientific or mythical. In addition to these, I received a large glow-in-the-dark poster of the moon that I pinned to the ceiling above my bed. With these new tools I studied the moon, and every chance I got, regardless of the season, I would be out on our deck with my telescope staring at the shiny globe as it traveled across the heavens. My mother would sometimes have to pry me away when bedtime rolled around.

It wasn’t long after my eleventh birthday that the first indications of puberty began to show. My breasts were budding and sensitive to the touch, fuzz began to grow on my pubic mound, and the desire to touch myself in the most private of places became necessary. Up until then, I had never masturbated, though I knew what it was from schoolyard talk and the like. It was around then that my love affair with the moon changed from mere childish fascination to something more intimate.

I first touched myself with purpose while reading a book I had borrowed from the library. I don’t recall the title, but I do remember the very steamy love scene between two young women that been extremely erotic and descriptive without being lewd or vulgar. Looking back on it now, I don’t think I’d even realized I was touching myself until a very intense wave of pleasure shook my young body.

It scared me at first, but my inquisitive mind prevailed and, tentatively exploring at first, I brought myself to another strong climax. It then became a nightly routine, and it didn’t take me long to realize that each night as the full moon approached, my orgasms were becoming more intense.

On the evening of the full moon, I would lie naked on top of my covers, the moonlight washing over me as if a thousand fingers were caressing my body from head to toe. I spread my legs and slowly rub my exposed pussy. My young clit was alive and begged to be touched. As the moon came into view through the window, my fingering became more vigorous, more aggressive, as if somehow the moon itself was controlling my hand.

As I stared at the silvery-white disk that hung outside my window, a powerful force washed over me. I shook and moaned. One hand grasping at the sheets while the other was trapped against my throbbing pussy in the vice-like grip of my thighs. It took everything I had to keep from screaming as my orgasm took me to the moon and back. I had become a slave to the moon, much like the ebb and flow of the ocean tides. The strength and number of orgasms I seemed to have or maybe even craved were dependent on the cycles of the moon.

 

* * *

 

“Please, Daddy,” I begged.

My fingers laced together, hands at my chest, I looked across the dinner table at him. Pushing my bottom lip out in a pout, I batted my eyelashes at him. He never could resist when I gave him a show of big brown puppy dog eyes.

“Don’t!” he said, pointing a finger in my direction as if chastising me. The corners of his mouth twitched upward, however, betraying his attempt to maintain a facade of the stern parent.

“Don’t what, Daddy?” I asked, in my most innocent little girl voice.

“This is all your fault, you know,” he complained to my mother who was smiling broadly, apparently taking great pleasure at my father’s plight.

“What!? How is it my fault?” she said, shooting him a dirty look.

“She’s only fourteen and already she knows how to use her feminine charms.” He used air quotes with the word ‘feminine’.

“And?” Mom asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, she learned them all from you. And it’s not fair.” He shoveled another forkful of mashed potatoes into his mouth.

“You poor baby. Now, is there any legitimate reason she can’t sleep in the tent tomorrow night?”

Dad looked up from his plate. First at me, still pleading with my eyes, then over to my mother who looked at him with raised eyebrows, apparently waiting for a response.

“I had planned on taking the tent down tomorrow,” he said defiantly, knowing full well that he’d already lost the battle.

“You can take it down Saturday,” Mom said matter-of-factly, not really giving him a choice. Turning to me, she asked, “Would that work for you, Amanda?”

Nodding, I jumped up from my chair and wrapped my arms around my father. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you, Daddy,” I chirped as I gave him a big kiss on the cheek.

He slowly shook his head as stared at his plate, using his fork to play with his food.

“My life is over,” he said, with an intentionally dramatic loud sigh.

My mother chuckled and said in a sultry voice, “You know, if you’re a good boy, maybe later I’ll show you some of my own feminine charms.”

Dad looked up, a smile immediately spreading across his face, and my stomach turned.

“Gross,” I muttered.

“Now, sweetie, we’re people too,” Dad said with a laugh.

“No, you’re not. You’re my parents, and I shouldn’t be subjected to that sort of talk. I’m sure displays of affection in front of your children is some kind of child abuse or something,” I joked as I got up and started clearing the table.

They laughed and Mom got up to help me with the dishes. Dad, however, took a beer from the fridge before making his way to the living room to watch the news.

 

* * *

 

Dressed in my robe, hair wrapped in a towel, I closed my bedroom door and walked over to the lunar calendar that hung on the wall, verifying the information I knew all too well.

I really didn’t need to look at the calendar, because I could feel the pull of the approaching full moon. My clit was throbbing, as it had been all day. My pussy was wet, it was always wet, though over the last couple of years I had taught myself how to suppress my desires, how to push that to the back of my mind. I had become Vulcan, a teenage girl version of Mr. Spock — as far as my sexual urges were concerned, anyway. But now that the sun had disappeared below the horizon, and I was in the privacy of my own room, I could relax the control over my needs.

I dropped my robe and gazed at the reflection of my slender naked form in the full-length mirror which hung on my wardrobe door. I moaned softly as I pushed a finger through my slick folds, gathering the creamy juices that coated them. I brought the slippery finger to my engorged clit, rubbing it as I looked at the clock on the wall.

Very soon the moon would be in position. I stepped to my bed and flopped down on my back. I toyed with my clit as the moonlight slowly moved across me. Groaning, I pushed a finger into my core. As it had done so many times before, the moon came into view.

“Yes,” I sighed.

I felt the full effect of the pastel light as it touched me like a long-absent lover. It covered me in a blanket of its silver glow, caressing me with an imagined warmth. My hips pushed up against my hand as I drove my finger as deep as I could into my vagina. The pressure inside was quickly building.

“Fuck yes!” I moaned.

I fought to keep my voice to a whisper as I groaned with each bolt of lightning that shot from my core to the rest of my body. My room was quickly becoming full of the heady smell of my sex. The moonlight played on my skin, pulling at me as if beckoning me to reach climax. Its power over me was so strong, I couldn’t explain it if I wanted to.

My finger moved with rapid, steady thrusts inside my sopping pussy. My other hand flitted across my clit just as rapidly. It wouldn’t be long now, each nerve ending was firing in rapid succession.

I squirmed and twitched, and just as the moon passed from view, a high-pitched whine escaped from my lips and a torrent of intense pleasure slammed into me. My body stiffened and shook, and it felt like I was floating above the bed as wave after wave of heavenly ecstasy overloaded my senses.

When I finally came to, it was still night and the moonlight was all but gone. Physically exhausted, I crawled under the blankets and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

 

* * *

 

I woke early the next morning because it was a school day, but also because of the excitement of tonight’s full moon. I washed and dressed, but before making my way downstairs for breakfast, I paused in front of my mirror and took several slow deep breaths, calming the desire that was slowly building in my core. My previous night’s orgasm had helped take the edge off, but I knew that wouldn’t last for long.

“Morning, Mom,” I said as I entered the kitchen and grabbed the box of Corn Flakes from the cupboard.

“Morning, honey,” she replied. She was sitting at the table sipping her coffee.

Sitting down at my usual spot, I poured the cereal into the bowl that Mom had already set out for me. Adding some milk, I began to eat.

“Looking forward to sleeping outside tonight?” Mom asked, just as I shoved the spoon in my mouth.

I just nodded my response.

“Full moon tonight?” Mom asked.

She was aware of my love of the moon. I wondered what she would think if she knew of how it molested me, how it gave me such pleasure, and brought me to such incredible climaxes.

“Yeah. And a super moon too,” I replied with a grin.

Mom stood and moved quickly to the counter as if she had suddenly remembered something important. Picking up a twenty-dollar bill, she returned to her chair.

“Dad said you’d need to put new batteries in the camping lantern if you want to use it tonight.” She handed me the cash. “Stop off at the mall on your way home and pick some up.”

“Okay,” I said, pushing the money into my pocket.

Once I was finished eating, I brushed my teeth, then set out for school.

The morning seemed to drag on and I found it hard to focus in class. Most of my concentration was aimed at suppressing the need to touch myself. Even though moonrise was still many hours away, its effect on me was strong. All morning I squirmed in my seat and squeezed my thighs together trying to find just an iota of relief.

“Are you okay?” I heard a whispered voice from my right. It was my friend Nikki.

I looked over at her and faked a smile. “Need to pee,” I lied.

She looked at me quizzically. “Are you sure that’s all you need?” she winked. She was such a flirt.

Before I could reply, a loud buzzer signaled the end of the last class of the morning. I stood, grabbed my backpack, and headed for the door, calling over my shoulder to Nikki, “I’ll catch up with you in the cafeteria.”

I walked quickly down the hall, and when I was sure I wouldn’t be noticed I ducked into the gym and made my way to the girls’ locker room. I knew it would be deserted this time of day, but I cautiously looked around anyway before entering a small area off the locker room where the toilet stalls were.

Quickly, I stepped into the nearest stall. I closed the door and dropped my backpack. I hurriedly undid my jeans and pushed both them and my panties down to my ankles before sitting on the toilet and spreading my thighs as far as I could. Biting my lower lip, I pushed two fingers into my wet folds. I had been oozing arousal all morning, soaking my panties. I touched the pads of two lubed fingers to my swollen clit.

Moaning at the sensation, I vigorously rubbed my sensitive bud. All I wanted to do was come, to soothe the ache between my legs, to give myself a little bit of a reprieve from the powerful grip of the approaching moonrise. It didn’t take long for my first pulsing orgasm to rip through me.

During the fifteen minutes I sat on the toilet, I brought myself to three powerful climaxes. Had anyone walked in the bathroom, I probably wouldn’t have noticed, nor would I have been able to stop myself even if I tried. Though not completely sated, it would have to be enough to get me through the rest of the day. I calmed myself with a deep breath, then freshened up at the sink before making my way to the cafeteria.

 

* * *

 

At 3:00 PM, I got off the number 23 bus when it stopped in front of the mall. Entering, I headed for the shops at the far end, turning right into the bargain store. Finding the batteries I needed, I paid for them and exited.

That was when I noticed a new store across the way that I figured must have just opened, as I couldn’t remember seeing it before. A large black sign above the entrance was decorated with stars and crescent moons and read “Selene’s” in silver letters. From where I stood, I could see racks with jewelry, scarves, and other small items lining glass shelves.

I decided to take a look and headed toward the shop. A strange shiver ran through me as I entered, and I paused to take in my surroundings. Somewhere inside, incense was burning and the pleasant sounds of instrumental music filled the air. Browsing the wares, I discovered many different types of rings made of gold and silver and other materials I couldn’t identify. Some were inlaid with stones or jewels. There were necklaces and bracelets, tee shirts and scarves.

Along the side wall were various wall hangings and decorations. On shelves were statuettes of Isis, Ra, Osiris, and Bast. Many other Egyptian-like trinkets also adorned the shelves. In the back of the shop I stopped when I saw an 18-inch glazed white ceramic statue of a beautiful woman. She sat on the lower curve of a crescent moon, draped in a revealing garment.

I felt drawn toward her, and my skin prickled as I approached the statue. I sighed in disappointment, however, when I saw the three-hundred-dollar price tag. But it was so beautiful that I just stood and admired it.

“Do you know who she is?” a soft female voice asked from somewhere behind me.

Startled, I spun to see who had spoken. My breath caught and I think my heart may have stopped beating for a moment.

She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Probably in her mid-thirties, she was tall and curvy. The black dress she wore hugged her frame, revealing the smooth slope of her cleavage and showing off her narrow waist and slightly broader hips. Glossy black hair hung past her shoulders, and her big brown eyes sparkled. Her smile showcased perfect white teeth that stood in sharp contrast against the olive skin of her oval face.

“I am sorry. I did not mean to frighten you,” she said.

Even her accent was sexy. Mediterranean, I guessed. I could feel my arousal grow. Was it the moon, or her?

“Luna,” I said.

“I beg your pardon?” A look of confusion crossed her face.

“The statue. It’s Luna, Roman goddess of the moon.”

Her smile widened. “You are correct. How did you know?”

“The moon fascinates me. It has as long as I can remember,” I replied.

“I see. That is interesting. My name is Selene,” she said as she offered me her hand.

“Amanda,” I said, taking her hand.

At the moment we touched, I was overwhelmed by an intense surge of pleasure. My vision blurred and my knees buckled as I lapsed into unconsciousness.

 

* * *

 

When I came to, I found myself sitting on the floor, propped up against a display case. I was confused and disoriented, but what was even more bizarre was that I felt sexually satisfied.

I looked at the woman who was squatting beside me, a glass of water in her hand.

“Wha… what happened?” I asked.

“You seem to have fainted,” she said softly, handing me the glass. “Here, drink some water. It will make you feel better.”

I took the glass and emptied its contents. Handing it back to her, I tried to stand up.

When I wobbled a bit, Selene instinctively reached out and took my arm as she stood with me. Nothing strange happened this time. Maybe I had simply fainted. But that wouldn’t explain the mind-blowing orgasm I’d had. Or at least I thought I’d had. I waited a few moments until my head cleared and I got my sea legs back.

Selene looked at me with concern on her face. “Are you sure you are all right? Maybe you should call someone to come get you.”

She gently rubbed my shoulder. The touch of her hand was soothing and also strangely familiar, as if I had felt it somewhere before.

I looked into her eyes and felt myself being drawn to her. I wanted to wrap my arms around this woman and hold her. I leaned forward, my lips parting. I needed to kiss those perfect full lips. The heat between my legs grew and radiated outward. Selene was turning me on from just a simple touch.

Selene let go of me, and the trance was broken. Quickly I pulled back and looked down at the floor. The heat in my face surpassed that of my pussy.

“No, that’s okay,” I said, still avoiding eye contact. “I’m fine. But I really need to get going. Thank you for helping me.”

“Not a problem. I am glad I could help,” she said with a smile. “But before you go, may I ask you a question?”

“Uh, okay, I guess,” I said, looking up at her shyly.

“Do you feel it?”

“Feel what?” I asked. Not really wanting to know.

Her eyes became dark as they fixed on mine. “The moon. Do you feel it? Does it call to you?” she said in a serious tone. Her gaze narrowed as if she was trying to peer into my very soul.

I felt fear. Uncertainty. Desire? I quickly looked around, finding the exit. Panic gripped me and my stomach twisted as if my deepest darkest secret had just been revealed to the world.

“I… um… I need to go. Thanks again,” I said shakily. Grabbing my backpack, I bolted from the shop.

How could she know about that? Who was she? I moved quickly through the mall, almost running, and didn’t look back until I was out the main entrance. Panting, I stood at the side of the road, glancing back at the doors for any sign of Selene. Thankfully, I had to wait only a minute before my bus arrived.

During the ride home, my thoughts were filled with the beautiful woman in the store. Just thinking of her caused delicious little fingers of pleasure to flash across my sex. Who was she? And what was it that had happened when we touched hands? And how the fuck did she know about my connection to the moon?

I tried my best to push the woman and the events in her shop from my mind. I wasn’t going to let that experience ruin my plans for the evening.

It was the perfect night. The forecast called for clear skies and nothing more than a light breeze. The overnight temperature would be in the low 70s, quite warm for the first week of September. I had dreamt about doing something like this for a very long time, and tonight I was finally going to be able to do it.

When I got home, the house was empty as Mom and Dad were still at work. I went to my room and began preparing for my night outside. I picked out the pajamas I was going to wear and laid them on the bed for later. I then grabbed my pillow and got a couple of light blankets from the linen closet before heading for the tent. I noticed the windows had been unzipped and the queen size air mattress was inflated and waiting for me inside. I smiled, knowing my father had done this for me on his lunch hour.

I unfolded one blanket and laid it on the mattress. The other I tossed at the foot, while the pillow went to the head, which was closest to the front of the tent. Back in the house I found the camping lantern and changed the batteries. I gathered up a few other items I figured I might need and put them in my backpack after I emptied it of school stuff. Passing near my dresser, I spied my hairbrush — the one whose smooth handle with the bulbous end got far more use than its bristles. I giggled at my naughty thought and tossed it into my bag.

 

* * *

 

After I finished helping Mom with the supper dishes, I went to my room and changed into my PJs, then put on a light robe and slippers. While I still had some daylight left, I made my way outside to get myself setup in the tent. Once done, I popped back inside the house long enough to say good night to my folks.

“Goodnight, sweetie,” my mother said as she kissed my cheek. “Have fun and try not to stay up all night looking at the moon.”

“Okay.”

“And no boys sneaking over in the middle of the night!” I heard my dad call from the living room.

He was joking, of course. But my mother and I looked at each other with sly grins and giggled at our shared secret. She knew that if I were going to sneak anyone over for some late-night naughtiness, it would be Nikki.

“G’night, Mom.” I said, kissing her cheek. “And don’t worry, no one’s coming over.” I smiled and headed out the patio door.

I crawled into the tent and discarded my robe and kicked off my slippers. Getting comfortable on the mattress, I dug the radio out of my backpack and turned it on. Once I tuned in my favorite station, I set it aside, then pulled out a novel and began to read as I waited for moonrise.

When the sun dipped below the horizon I turned on the camping lantern. I put the book down as I was finding it harder to concentrate on what I was reading. I lay on my back and stared out the window of the tent and watched the slowly darkening sky.

The occasional gust of warm air rustled leaves of the trees lining our property, and the crickets were beginning to play their nightly song. I undid the first couple of buttons on my pajama top and let my hand go to my small breast. Moaning softly, I circled a finger around my pebbled nipple.

It was probably going to be a couple of hours before I could be entirely sure my parents were asleep and I could venture outside to bring my fantasy to fruition. I closed my eyes and listened to the soft music and pushed my hand into my pajama bottoms and found my sensitive clit. I slowly massaged the tiny bundle of nerves, not allowing myself to get too over-stimulated.

I played with myself for quite a while, coming close to the edge several times, only to pull back at the last moment. After what seemed like an eternity of teasing self-torture, I pulled my hand from the soaked pussy and held my wrist under the light of the camping lantern to look at my watch.

It was time.

Continue on to Part Two