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Lessons Learned, Chapter 4

  • Posted on October 22, 2017 at 9:04 am

By Amanda Lynn

Jessica ran across the open field. The sounds of gunfire filled the air. A short distance away, a turret began to track her movements then opened up, belching death in her direction.

“Son of a bitch, that was close,” she muttered, sliding into cover behind an overturned car. Checking herself over, she applied one of the precious few medkits she was carrying in her inventory.

Jessica carefully peeked out from behind the car and surveyed her surroundings. Rubble and twisted metal, the remains of the buildings that used to be a town, lay in jumbled heaps. The streets were littered with debris and wrecked vehicles.

Spotting an alley about 30 yards to her right, she decided that that would be the best way to proceed if she wanted to make it safely to her destination. As she reloaded her Thompson sub-machine gun and checked her remaining ammo, Jessica felt her hair being gently pushed aside, exposing her neck.

“Not now!” she grumbled as she rolled a shoulder.

Taking one last look around, she sprinted down the street toward the alley. Again, gunfire rang out. Jessica vision blurred red for a second or two as she was struck by enemy fire. Her forward momentum was slowed as the life drained from her. Still, she managed to make it to the cover of the alley. Barely.

Jessica quickly applied two more medkits. Damn. Only one left. She moved down the alleyway and paused when she came to a corner. Cautiously, she poked her head around the side of a building. Her destination was off to the right, about 40 feet away.

The problem she now faced was the two-man sentry that meandered back and forth 60 feet away. Simple enough — except for the MG-42 machine gun that sat entrenched, pointing down the alley in her direction.

“Shit!” Jessica murmured. A couple of well-placed grenades could deal with the situation, except she didn’t have any. She checked her inventory again. One last med kit, one knife, and one 30-round magazine for her Thompson. Not much help there. She could go in there, guns blazing, and hope to get lucky before one of the soldiers manned the MG-42. But that was wishful thinking.

Jessica sighed and studied the guards’ movements. There was a pattern, and at one point, for several moments, they both had their backs to her. Plenty of time to dash down the alley to her destination and safety.

She waited patiently for the pattern to repeat. Poised and ready. Then she felt fingertips brush her neck. A chill ran through her. “No, god, not now,” Jessica pleaded softly.

It was time to go. Soft warm lips touched her neck. Jessica sucked a sharp breath and hesitated for a fraction of a second too long. She’d been spotted. The first Nazi took cover and opened fire with his MP-38 while the second dove behind the MG-42 and opened up.

Jessica tried in vain to make it to her destination, returning fire and applying the final med kit as she ran. In the end, the large caliber rounds from the MG-42 did her in, first slowing her progress then tearing her virtual body to shreds.

Her health bar quickly dropped to zero, and the screen went black. A message appeared:  YOU ARE DEAD – press start to continue.

“No! No! No!” Jessica whined as she dropped the controller from her hand.

“What’s the matter, sweetie? Did the big bad Germans kick your sweet little ass?” Sam purred into Jessica’s ear then returned to kissing her neck.

“You’re evil.”

“Me? What did I do?” her voice all sweet and innocent.

“Speaking of sweet little asses,” Jessica said as she grabbed Sam’s arm and pulled the girl from where she knelt on the sofa beside her down across her lap. Sam shrieked.

“What are you doing?” she giggled as Jessica lay a hand on her bum.

“I think you need to be taught a lesson,” Jessica said playfully as she yanked Samantha’s shorts down.

Instinctively, Sam’s hand reached back to cover the exposed skin of her backside. Her other hand was trapped between her and Jessica. Jessica grabbed Sam by the wrist and pinned her arm behind her back.

“No! Please! No!” Sam yelled.

Jessica paid no attention to her. She rubbed the soft flesh of the girl’s bum for a moment, then cupped her hand slightly, raising it up only to quickly bring it down on Sam’s ass.

The sound of flesh being slapped filled the room. It actually sounded a lot worse than it really was. Sam yelped each time Jessica’s hand made contact with her reddening flesh. After a dozen or so strikes, Sam tried to roll off Jessica.

“Okay. Okay. I’m sorry,” she chuckled, then winced at the light sting of another swat.

“I think you should go stand in the corner and think about what you’ve done,” Jessica scolded, a grin on her face.

Sam stood and looked around the room for a suitable corner. As she reached down to pull up her shorts, Jessica stopped her.

“No. Leave them down.”

Sam giggled and waddled to the corner, willing to play whatever game Jessica had in mind. She stood there, facing the wall. Jessica slowly walked up behind her friend, standing close enough that Sam could feel her breath on her neck.

“You’re a naughty girl. Aren’t you?” Jessica asked in a low sultry voice. She placed her hands on Sam’s bare hips.

“Yes,” Sam whispered as she shuddered.

Jessica’s pushed her hands up along Sam’s narrow waist, under her tee shirt, up the sides of her rib cage, stopping when she touched the strap of her bra. Bringing her hands around, she cupped each small breast, gently squeezing the soft mounds. Stiffening nipples pushed against the material into the palm of Jessica’s hand.

To Sam’s moan of protest, Jessica traced her course back to Sam’s hips, where Jessica dropped to her knees, her face just an inch from Sam’s ass. Jessica looked at the reddened flesh and smiled, a faint outline of a hand still visible. With hands still on Sam’s hips, Jessica placed soft little kisses on the tender skin. First one cheek, then the other. Sam twitched and moaned softly. Jessica inhaled and smelled the scent of her best friend’s arousal.

With a soft touch, Jessica trailed a hand up Sam’s smooth inner thigh and let a finger touch her there, between her legs. Sam’s wetness coated her finger, and Jessica withdrew. Sam whined her disapproval.

Bringing the finger to her mouth, Jessica sucked it clean, savoring her friend. God, she tastes so good. Jessica took a breath and calmed herself. Grabbing the waistband of Sam’s shorts, she stood, pulling the garment up with her, covering Sam’s sweet ass.

She took Sam by the shoulders and spun her around. Jessica pushed her body against Sam and took her mouth. There was passion in their kiss. Their tongues danced and wound together in a heated frenzy. They held each other close as hands roamed backs and buttocks.

Soon it ended. Panting as they held each other, they stared into one another’s eyes, smiling contentedly.

“You’re such a tease,” Sam giggled.

It was more than six weeks now since Jill had left, and Jessica had all but forgotten her. She had focused her attention on Sam after the breakup. Jessica had felt guilty for the way she’d treated Samantha, even though her best friend had forgiven her.

When Sam had come out and confessed her love for Jessica, Jess hadn’t known what to think or even how to deal with it. There were too many emotions in play all at once. It was true that she already loved Sam, but as a friend at that point.

As the days and weeks went by, Jessica realized that the deeper feelings she had always had for Sam, the ones that she’d kept hidden away only because of the difference in their sexual orientation, could now be allowed to surface. It had scared Jessica at first, allowing herself to fall for her best friend. But she didn’t fight it. Sam wasn’t.

Now here they stood, in Samantha’s living room. What had started out as a Saturday afternoon playing video games came very close to ending up with Jessica ravishing the girl she loved right there on her living room floor. It was getting harder and harder to resist the urge, but Jessica wanted their first time making love to be special.

Sam was so patient with her, and Jessica loved her even more for it. She wouldn’t have to wait much longer, though. The last dance of the school year was the following Friday, and Jessica was hoping to make it a night to remember for both of them. It was a big formal event with a banquet before the dance, intended for students who weren’t part of that year’s graduating class. Their prom would be the following week.

“Jess? Sweetie?” Sam traced a finger along Jessica’s lips and chin.

Jessica’s heart melted at the sound of Sam’s sweet, enticing voice. She knew Sam wanted something.

“Yeah?”

“I need to come,” she smiled, batting her eyelashes.

Jessica swallowed. If she wasn’t wet from their earlier activity, she was now.

“Do you want to masturbate?” Jessica asked, figuring Sam would head to her bedroom for some privacy and do just that.

“Un-huh, together,” Sam whispered. “Above the covers.” She placed little kisses on Jessica’s cheek and nibbled her ear.

Shivering with excitement, Jessica broke the embrace. Grabbing Sam’s hand, she hauled her up the stairs to the bedroom. Locking the door behind them, she quickly stripped and hopped onto the bed. Jessica lay on her back, head on the pillow. Sam, on the other hand, knelt on the bed at Jessica’s feet once she was naked.

“I want to watch you come,” she said in a husky voice as she looked Jessica up and down. Her hands moved slowly from her mound over her flat tummy and up to her breasts.

Jessica stared wide-eyed. “Oh, damn,” she moaned. Spreading her legs, her hand found its way to her throbbing clit.

Sam pinched at her nipples, eyes smoldering as she licked her full lips. A hand slid down to her own needy sex. Sam’s hips slowly rocked against her hand as it played.

“You’re so damn sexy, Sam,” Jessica moaned again. Her own hips moved in a sympathetic rhythm as she watched Samantha.

Jessica felt the heat spread across her body and her chest heave as she took quickening breaths. Her fingers were a blur as they flit across the swollen bud beneath them. Jessica forced her eyes to remain open. She wanted — no, needed — to watch Sam come too.

Sam’s face and chest were flushed a bright pink. Her breathing was shallow and rapid. Her body, glimmering with sweat, undulated as she rode the hand between her thighs. She grunted and cursed out Jessica’s name.

That was all Jessica needed to push her over the edge. The orgasm exploded outward from her core. Every nerve ending fired at once. Her body twisted and convulsed as she was overcome by an intense bliss. With her eyes closed, she lay still as the flashes of pleasure slowly faded away.

Her peace was broken by a heavy thud on the mattress beside her and a loud moan. She opened her eyes to see Sam lying on her side next to her, knees drawn up and a hand locked between her thighs. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her face twisted in a grimace. Her body shook, and she seemed to be holding her breath.

Jessica watched. Her friend was still in the grips of a powerful climax. Jessica placed a hand on Samantha’s hip and gently caressed her.

Sam gasped loudly, finally coming down from her high and drawing a deep breath. She lay still for quite a while, but eventually, after her breathing had slowed and the tremors stopped, she opened her eyes and grinned at Jessica.

“Welcome back,” Jessica said softly as she smiled at her best friend.

“Thanks,” Sam croaked, her throat too dry to speak.

After a few swallows, she tried again. “That was so intense. When you started coming, I… well, I don’t know what happened after that,” she giggled.

Jessica pulled them into an embrace, and they kissed until things began to heat up again.

Sam was the one to stop them this time. She pushed away and propped herself on an elbow. “We need to shower and get dressed. Mom will be home soon,” she said sadly.

“Okay, you’re right. Better open a window too. It smells like sex in here,” said Jess with a chuckle.

Jessica and Sam got up. They showered separately, just in case they couldn’t find a safe place for their hands, then got dressed.

*****

The week was busy for the girls with their final exams of the year. On Wednesday, after the last of it was over, Sam’s and Jessica’s moms took them to the salon to have their hair and nails done. On Thursday, they visited the seamstress for the final fitting of their dresses.

Sam’s gown was an emerald green sleeveless A-line that fell to just above her knees. The bodice was decorated with an intricate embroidery pattern. Jessica’s was of a royal blue chiffon, backless with a straight silhouette. It was decorated with beading and crystal. The neckline plunged just enough to hint at her cleavage.

Jessica and her mother arrived at Sam’s early on Friday afternoon. Jess had brought her overnight bag along with dress, shoes, and all the other necessities she would need to prepare for this evening’s soiree.

After each girl took a quick shower, their mothers swooped in and the primping and preening began. Hair was teased, makeup applied, undergarments and gowns were donned. The entire production could have rivaled that of any dressing room on Broadway. Finally, the girls stood side by side, holding hands and smiling brightly. A few feet away, the women proudly admired their daughters.

Jessica’s mom said, “You girls look absolutely gorgeous.”

“You will be the belles of the ball,” Sam’s mom added.

Both girls gave each woman a big hug and thanked them for their help.

“Your ride will be here soon, girls,” said Jessica’s mom as the two women left the room.

“Okay,” Sam answered and also headed for the door.

“Just a sec, Sam,” Jessica said, as she fished through her overnight bag. “I want to give you something.”

Sam stopped and turned back toward her friend, watching with curiosity as Jessica withdrew something from the bag. When Jessica turned, Sam saw a black velvet-covered jewelry gift case in her hands.

“I bought this for you,” Jessica said. “Well, us really… here, open it, you’ll understand.” She handed Sam the case.

With trembling hands, Sam took the box and looked Jessica in the eyes. Jessica watched as Sam looked down to the case and slowly opened it. The hinges squeaked as Sam lifted the lid. She saw Sam’s eyes go wide and her smile grow bigger.

In the box was a shiny silver broken heart necklace set. Each half of the heart had a single diamond inlaid at the top and the girls’ names engraved on it, Jess on the right and Sam on the left.

Sam looked up at Jessica, fighting back the tears. “Oh, Jess. It’s beautiful. Thank you.”

Jessica smiled back, her own tears trying to escape. “You’re welcome Sam,” Jess said as they hugged.

“Help me put it on?” Sam asked.

Jessica took the box from Sam and removed the half with Jessica’s name and fastened the chain around Sam’s neck, then gave her a soft kiss on the lips. Sam did the same to Jessica with the other half. They looked at each other and giggled.

Hugging once more they whispered in unison, “I love you.” The hug tightened and they held each other for several moments. They both wanted to say something, but neither knew just what. So they simply stood there, enjoying the warmth of the other.

Their embrace ended when Sam’s mom called up the stairs to them. “Come on, you two lovebirds. Your ride is here.”

Sam and Jessica reluctantly separated and smiled at each other. “We better get going,” Sam said.

Checking their faces in the mirror for smudged or running makeup and finding none, the two glided down the stairs. Jessica chuckled when she saw her father at the bottom of the stairs dressed in a black suit with a chauffeur cap on his head. His eyes were wide and bright as he watched Jessica and Sam descend the stairs.

“Jessica, honey, you look so beautiful,” he said with a smile only a proud father could have.

“Thanks, Daddy,” she replied, feeling the heat on her face and ears as she gave him a hug.

“The same goes for you, Sam. Absolutely lovely. You two will be the envy of the town.”

“Thank you, Mr. Taylor,” Sam smiled.

“Okay, girls, your chariot awaits,” said Mr. Taylor, heading toward the front door.

“Hang on a second,” Sam’s mom said. “We need photos.”

For the next few minutes, both mothers took pictures of their daughters, some together, some individual, some with daughter and mom. Finally, with their mothers satisfied, the girls headed out the door.

As they left the house, Sam exclaimed, “Oh. My. God.”

Jessica looked at Sam and followed her gaze to the driveway. A large black Mercedes-Benz S-Class sat waiting for them. Jessica now understood the reason for her father’s attire. He actually was their chauffeur.

“Oh, Daddy!” Jessica squealed as Mr. Taylor slipped past them to the car. He opened the rear door and held it for them. Once the girls were safely inside, he closed it and got behind the wheel, and they set off for the local Legion hall where the banquet was being held, catered to by the Ladies’ Auxiliary.

The girls sat in silence holding hands for the short drive to the hall. Jessica marveled at the opulence of the vehicle as they traveled the city streets. The precision engineering of the vehicle was such that all road noise was canceled out. Jessica could have sworn she heard her own heart beating. Or maybe it was Sam’s.

Soon enough, the car rolled silently to a stop in front of the Legion hall. Mr. Taylor put the car in park and exited the vehicle, coming around to the other side and opening the rear door. Jessica slid out of the car.

Near the entrance to the building, people had stopped what they were doing and turned their attention to the car and its occupants. Jessica smiled to herself. Reaching into the car, she retook Sam’s hand and helped her out. At that moment, Jessica felt like a celebrity arriving at a movie premiere or the Oscars. Then, to her surprise and embarrassment, a half a dozen or more flashes went off as people snapped photos of them.

Clearing the car door, Mr. Taylor closed it. “Have fun, girls. I’ll see you at eleven.”

“Thanks, Daddy,” Jessica called over her shoulder as they made their way to the entrance.

A couple more flashes went off. “Damn paparazzi,” Sam grumbled. Jessica laughed as she locked arms with her love.

Stepping inside, they were greeted by Ms. Jenkins, Mr. Singh, Mr. McInnis, and Mrs. Galloway, chaperones for the evening.

Ms. Jenkins smiled at them as they approached and offered her hand to each. “Good evening, girls. You both look stunning,” she said as her eyes traveled to the necklace Jessica wore, and then to its partner around Sam’s neck.

“Hello, Ms. Jenkins, and thank you,” Sam replied, shaking her hand.

“Yes, thank you,” Jessica added, taking her hand next.

“I can see by your lovely necklaces that you have obviously reconciled. I am so happy for both of you that you did,” Ms. Jenkins said, hold Jessica’s hand a bit longer and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Thanks. We’re glad we did too,” said Jessica as she touched the half heart that hung around her neck.

They moved down the line greeting each teacher, then headed to the large easel that held the seating plan. Finding where they were to be seated, they walked into the large banquet hall and mingled with the other attendees.

When Sam offered to get them a drink from the table of hors d’oeuvres, Jessica watched her go. Damn, she was beautiful. She drank in what she saw, from the bare skin of her back to the sway of her hips as she moved across the floor on shapely legs. Jessica’s heart swelled with love — while heat rose from her core as a result of a different yet equally pleasurable swell.

“What?” Sam asked with a chuckle as she handed a glass of punch to Jessica.

Taking the glass, Jessica placed a soft kiss on her lips. “Just admiring the view. You are stunning, you know,” she whispered in Sam’s ear.

“You’re not half bad yourself,” Sam said teasingly and kissed her cheek. “Now let’s go sit down. They’re about to start serving.”

The tables were set up in shape of a capital E, a head table with three legs. At the head table sat the chaperones and the organizers of the event. The rest of the attendees sat on each side of the three legs. The tables were well set with candles, baskets of rolls and breadsticks, and other condiments that were evenly spaced down the length of each leg.

Once everyone was seated, Ms. Jenkins stood and addressed the room. She thanked everyone for attending, then thanked the organizing committee. A loud cheer went up followed by applause. Ms. Jenkins continued and thanked the Ladies’ Auxiliary and then wished everyone bon appétit.

The girls enjoyed their dinner, which started with a chef’s salad followed by the main course of either a fish or beef dish. Dessert was an excellent cheesecake drizzled with chocolate. After the meal was over and the tables were cleared, Ms. Jenkins gave a brief speech and handed out some special awards for deserving students.

With the formalities done, everyone moved away from the tables as a small crew of people moved in and began breaking down the tables, while the DJ made himself busy with his gear in preparation for the dance. Holding hands, Sam and Jessica had eased toward the back of the hall, staying out of the work crew’s way.

“I think I ate too much,” said Samantha, bringing her free hand to her mouth and letting out a quiet burp.

“Nice,” Jessica scoffed.

“You’re one to talk,” Sam shot back. “You could put Barney Gumble to shame.”

Jess laughed and squeezed Samantha’s hand.

“Hey, there’s Karen. Let’s go say hi,” said Sam, when she spotted their friend chatting with some other girls. “I wanna ask her about that new puppy she was talking about.”

“You go ahead. I need to go to the bathroom. I’ll catch up with you,” Jessica said, giving Sam a quick kiss.

“Okay, hurry back.”

Jessica smiled and headed to the restroom. Once she had flushed and adjusted her clothes, she opened the stall door and moved to the sink to wash her hands.

“Jessica.”

She jumped at the sound of her name being spoken, then turned that way as someone emerged from a dark corner behind the last stall.

The person came out of the shadows, staggering slightly. Jessica froze for a moment. Fear shot through her. The stranger wore a pair of old jeans and a baggy gray sweatshirt with Harvard on the front. Once the stranger was in the light, Jessica recognized her instantly.

“Jill? What are you doing here?” she asked, stepping back as Jill took an unsteady step toward her.

“Jessica, honey, I-I’ve missed you,” Jill mumbled, tripping over her words.

“Are you drunk? You shouldn’t be here.”

“Jess, please, just gimme a minute. I’m leaving soon. The movers’ll be here on Monday. I needed to see you one more time before I go.”

Jill took another step and stumbled. Jessica instinctively moved toward the woman, trying to stop her from falling. Jill took the opportunity to wrap her arms around Jessica and pull her in close.

“You look so beautiful in that dress. I just want to hold you again,” Jill said, swaying slightly.

Jessica stood motionless, not quite sure what to do next. This was Jill, after all. She had once loved, had made love to this woman. Jessica brought her hands up and placed them on Jill’s shoulders, looking her in the eyes.

Jill gave a sloppy smile and leaned in for a kiss. Jessica turned her head to avoid both the kiss and the strong smell of cheap whiskey. She pushed gently against Jill, broke their embrace, and took a few steps back.

“Jill, no,” Jessica said sternly. It sounded more like she was scolding a dog or an unruly child.

“But Jessica… Jess, please,” Jill pleaded, putting a hand on the counter for support. Tears ran down her cheeks.

“You lied to me, Jill. You’re the one who told Ms. Jenkins about us,” said Jessica. She crossed her arms over her chest and stepped back as Jill took a wobbly step toward her. “You could have talked to me about it first. Explained why you wanted to do that. I would have understood. I may not have liked it, but I would have understood.”

Jess felt her emotions beginning to bubble over. “I almost lost my best friend because you weren’t honest with me.” She didn’t want to cry. She needed Sam.

Jill just stared at her, blubbering. Pathetic.

“I have someone else now, Jill. Someone special,” Jessica said softly as she moved around Jill toward the door, avoiding the hand that reached out for her. “I wish you nothing but the best, Jill. I really do. But — you need to leave now. Please, before someone sees you.”

“Jessica, I’m sorry,” Jill said weakly.

Jess paused as she opened the door and looked back at Jill. She felt pity. “I am too,” she said, then left the restroom.

As Jessica was heading back to find Sam, she met Ms. Jenkins coming the other way. The older woman smiled at her and Jessica meekly returned the smile. Then she saw Ms. Jenkins’ expression suddenly change from cheerfulness to surprise to something that bordered on annoyance and anger.

She followed Ms. Jenkins’ stare, and turned to see Jill just emerging from the restroom. Ms. Jenkins looked back at Jessica, then to Jill again.

“Jessica. Stay right there.” Ms. Jenkins’ tone was all business.

“Jill, what are you doing here? Have you lost your mind?” Ms. Jenkins demanded as she approached the woman.

“I… um…” Jill looked at her feet and took an unsteady step to the right.

“Are you drunk? Damnit, Jill, what is wrong with you? I should call the cops,” Ms. Jenkins growled.

“No, please don’t, Ms. Jenkins,” Jessica said as she moved to her principal’s side.

“She didn’t mean any harm, just wanted to say goodbye, that’s all,” Jessica pleaded. She wasn’t happy that Jill had shown up there, especially so drunk, but she didn’t want to see her getting in trouble with the police either.

Ms. Jenkins glared at Jill for a moment longer, then looked at Jessica. Her expression softened. She thought for a moment, then turned back to Jill. “Is that why you came here tonight? To say goodbye to Jessica?”

Jill just looked at her and nodded slowly, then fell back against the wall, apparently finding it harder to stand on her own.

“Jess! What’s going on?”

Jessica and Ms. Jenkins turned to see a worried Sam quickly approaching them. Sam stopped beside Jessica and gasped when she saw Jill slouched against the wall.

“What is she doing here?” Sam hissed.

“It’s okay, Sam,” Jessica said, as she snaked an arm around Sam’s waist and pulled her close.

Even in her drunken state, this registered with Jill. Her eyes widened a bit and she sort of smiled, or it could have been gas, it was hard to tell.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Jessica?” Ms. Jenkins asked. “She didn’t hurt you or anything, did she?”

“Never touched me,” Jessica lied, more for Sam’s sake than Jill’s.

“All right, fine. You two go and enjoy the dance. I’ll see that Jill gets home safe.”

Jess smiled at Ms. Jenkins, and Sam continued to scowl at Jill.

They turned and headed for the dance floor just as the DJ began the music. Glancing back over her shoulder, Jessica saw Ms. Jenkins helping Jill down the hall toward the exit.

 *****

“Thanks again, Dad,” Jessica said, kissing her father’s cheek.

“Yeah, Mr. Taylor, thanks!” Sam smiled.

“My pleasure. Good night, girls,” he replied. Getting back in the car, he waited in the driveway until Jessica and Samantha were safely inside.

With the exception of the outside light by the door and the one in the main entryway, the house was dark. Sam flicked the switch for the living room lights as Jessica closed the front door and locked it.

“Strange that Mom would be in bed already,” Sam said as she moved into the living room. “I figured she woulda waited up for us.”

“There’s a note here,” Jessica said, as she picked up a folded piece of paper from a small table in the entryway. Sam moved to Jessica’s side as she opened the note and read it aloud:

Girls, I hope you two had a wonderful time at the dance, and I hope the rest of your evening is just as special. I have gone to the city to spend the weekend with Grandma. I’ll be back Sunday afternoon. PS – There is a special treat in the fridge for you. Love you both.

“So,” Sam giggled, “we have the whole house to ourselves for the weekend.”

“Yeah, we do,” Jessica said waggling her eyebrows. She pulled Sam in for a quick kiss. “Your mom is so cool. Let’s go see what’s in the fridge.”

They made their way to the kitchen and Sam opened the refrigerator. Sam’s smile widened as she reached in and brought out a small bottle of champagne, the kind you would find in a hotel mini bar. The bottle had a big pink ribbon tied around it. A card attached read – Sam and Jess, Have fun and try not to wreck the furniture – with a big smiley at the bottom.

“Wow!” said Sam, laughing.

“Yup, I was right. She definitely is cool,” Jess giggled. “Let’s open this up.”

Sam shook her head and put the bottle back in the fridge.

“I want to get these shoes off my feet and get out of this dress first,” Sam said as she sat on a kitchen chair, pulling off her shoes and rubbing her feet.

Jessica followed suit and did the same. Once free of their shoes, Jessica took Sam by the hand and led her upstairs to the bedroom. Closing the door, Jessica moved behind Sam and wrapped her arms around her waist. She placed soft little kisses on her shoulder and up the side of her neck.

Sam purred as a delightful shiver ran through her. Jessica unzipped the pretty dress. Letting it fall, Sam turned and rested a hand on Jessica’s shoulder, then stepped out of the dress before picking it up and hanging it in the closet.

When Sam returned to Jessica, she helped her remove her dress and also hung it in the closet. The two girls now stood facing each other in nothing but their undergarments.

“Thank you for a wonderful evening,” Sam said with a smile.

“You’re welcome,” Jessica replied, wrapping her arms around Sam and kissing her gently.

Jess brought her hands to Sam’s hips and slid them up her back. Deftly, she undid the strapless bra and pulled it from between their bodies. Sam smiled and pushed her mouth against Jessica’s as she fumbled with her bustier. It took a little work, but Sam had it off by the time Jessica had pushed her tongue into her mouth. Their tongues played, and Sam moaned softly.

Twisting her body, Jessica guided Sam backward to the bed. Breaking the kiss, she sat Sam down on the mattress. “Sam, I love you. And I want to make love to you.”

Sam’s smile broadened. “I love you too, Jess,” she said, taking Jessica’s hands and falling back onto the mattress, pulling the girl on top of her.

Jessica felt like she was in a dream, Cinderella home from the ball with her princess. She lay there on Sam and looked into her beautiful brown eyes.

Their breasts mashed together, Jessica could feel the hard point of nipples press against her with each rise of Sam’s chest as she began to breathe more quickly. Shifting her weight off Sam slightly, Jessica let a leg slip between her thighs. Jessica pushed against Sam’s panty-covered sex as she kissed her.

A soft moan from Sam added to Jessica’s excitement as she brushed her lips over Sam’s, then tracing the outline with her tongue. Sam tried to capture her tongue, but Jessica was too quick for her. Sam whined.

Jessica smiled and pushed their lips together as she rolled her body forward slightly. Pressure from a thigh sent tingly waves of pleasure through Jessica and elicited a deep groan from Sam. Their kiss deepened as tongues rolled over each other.

Sam’s hands explored Jessica’s back, caressing the soft flesh. Jessica had been gently thrusting her thigh against Sam while at the same time riding Sam’s thigh. Jessica could feel the pressure building toward a climax, and it wasn’t far off. Sam’s hands were on her ass, pulling Jessica in with each forward roll of her hips. Sam was close too.

Sam broke the kiss, panting as she pleaded, “Jess, don’t stop.”

She didn’t, instead increasing the tempo and pressure for them both. Moments later, Sam let out a squeal and her body shook, her hands squeezing Jessica’s ass. Jessica’s own release followed immediately and her world dissolved into a sweet blissful sensation of warmth.

“Mmm, that was nice for our first time,” Sam purred.

“Yeah, it was nice. But it doesn’t really count, though.” Jessica said into Sam’s neck as she nuzzled it.

Sam’s fingers played in Jessica’s hair. “What do you mean?”

“Panties. We’re still wearing panties. So it doesn’t count.”

Chuckling, Sam said. “So, that was like a dress rehearsal then?”

Jessica giggled against Sam’s collarbone as she kissed it. “You could say that.”

“I see. Do you think you’re ready for opening night then?” Sam asked invitingly.

Jessica propped herself up and smiled at Sam, waggling her eyebrows. Again they kissed, and Jessica cupped Sam’s breast, gently squeezing the soft flesh. She played with the nipple, pressing her thumb and forefinger together and trapping the hard bud between them.

She sucked Sam’s lip into her mouth, nipping at it. Jessica kissed her chin and down her jawline. Sam’s back arched against the tug of Jessica’s fingers on her nipple, and she moaned softly at the hot breath and nibbles that touched her ear. Jessica slid lower, trailing wet kisses along Sam’s neck and throat, across her collarbone and into the valley between her breasts. Sam’s skin was warm and smooth, and Jessica could taste salt from her sweat.

Sam’s chest heaved as she gasped from the touch of Jessica’s mouth on her breast. Jessica slowly made a line with her tongue down the slope of the breast, ending at her erect nipple. She kissed it, paused for a moment or two, then kissed it again.

She looked up at Sam, smiling at the expression of pleasure on her lover’s face. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted slightly. Jessica could hear the huffing sounds coming from her. Turning her attention back to the pretty pink nipple before her, she flicked it with her tongue, then circled the pebbled flesh before taking it between her teeth and dragging them across the sensitive bud.

A hand went to the back of Jessica’s head as Sam arched upward for a second. Jessica released the nipple, then took it back between her teeth once more. Sam moaned.

Jessica continued to torment Sam with her mouth while reaching a hand down to caress Sam’s thigh. Sam’s legs opened when Jessica’s hand slid upward and touched the edge of her panties. Jessica could feel the dampness in the material as she moved her fingers over the girl’s sex. Moving up to the waistband, she slipped her hand underneath and found the tangle of hair on Sam’s mons. Sam’s hips rose to greet Jessica’s fingers.

Rolling up onto her knees, Jessica released Sam’s nipple and made a meandering trail of licks and kisses along Sam’s belly, not stopping until she reached the top of her panties. Jessica hooked her fingers into the waistband and tugged the panties down as she kissed her way along Sam’s thighs and calves. Pulling the garment off her feet, Jessica slipped off the bed and freed herself of her own panties.

Moving quickly back onto the bed, Jessica ran her hands along the length of Sam’s legs from her ankles to her thighs. Positioning herself she moved closer to Sam, touching her, she parted the soft hot folds. She stroked there, feeling the heat and wetness. Sam moaned and pushed her pelvis up against Jessica’s touch.

Jessica inhaled Sam’s scent, arousal and sweat mixed, then put her mouth on Sam. Sam’s reaction was immediate as Jessica used her tongue in a circular motion, swirling her tongue around and tasting the thick milky white cream that coated her sex.

“Oh! Jess…” Sam moaned and tangled her fingers in Jessica’s hair.

Jessica devoured her, sucking and licking her folds and clit. Pushing two fingers into Sam, she felt the hot smoothness of her inner walls. Each greedy swipe of Jessica’s tongue brought Sam closer to the edge. With ragged breaths, Sam writhed under Jessica’s touch.

Jessica delivered slow purposeful thrusts as she increased the pressure with her mouth. Moments later Sam cried out as she was catapulted into orgasm. Peaceful oblivion followed as she collapsed back onto the mattress, gulping air.

Withdrawing slowly from Sam, Jessica took a moment to lick her fingers clean before softly kissing Sam’s hip and resting her head there. She watched the minute pulses of Sam’s sex as the last of the aftershocks raced through her.

Sam moaned contently, “Jess? Baby? What did you do to me?”

Jessica stayed where she was, bringing her wet fingers to twirl in the damp hair above Sam’s glistening slit. She giggled, “You liked?”

Sam played with Jessica’s hair. “Liked is a gross understatement,” she said. “Now come up here and kiss me.”

Jessica moved up beside her lover and kissed her. Their kisses were soft and gentle and loving. Tongues touched and slowly glided over one another, enjoying the tastes and textures of their mouths. Jessica looked into Sam’s eyes and saw something there. Nervousness? Apprehension?

“Sam, what’s wrong?” Jessica asked, propping herself up.

Sam looked away for a moment. “You know that I’ve never been with a girl. Never… umm, gone down…”

Jessica brushed Sam’s cheek. “It’s okay if you don’t want to, or if you’re not ready. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“That’s sweet, Jess, thanks. But, no, I want to. I’m just not sure what to do. I want to please you like you did me.”

Jessica smiled at Sam, then leaned down and kissed her. It wasn’t that long ago when she was the one worrying about it being her first time. Now, it seemed, she was the teacher.

“Sam, sweetie, if you just do the things I did to you, that made you feel good, then I can guarantee it will make me feel good too. Take your time and do what you’re comfortable doing, okay? You’re not being judged here.”

“Thanks. I’ll try not to disappoint,” Sam chuckled nervously. She pulled Jessica down for another kiss, then rolled her over on her back. Sam placed many little kisses over Jessica’s face. On her nose and cheeks, on her lips and eyelids. She kissed her ear and nibbled on the lobe. Jessica was already breathing quickly. Full of need and desire, she pushed her hips up against Sam.

Sam slid down, nipping at the flesh of Jessica’s neck and shoulder, then shifting to take a nipple into her mouth. She flicked her tongue across and swirled around the erect bud. Sam’s hand played with the other nipple, pinching and rolling it between her fingers. Jessica grunted and put a hand on Sam’s back, caressing her.

Lingering there just a few more moments, Sam moved on, placing little kisses all the way to Jessica’s belly. Finally slipping between her spread legs, she paused to look up at Jessica’s face. Her friend was craning her neck trying to watch. Sam inched closer to her sex as the scent of her arousal wafted around her and filled her nostrils.

Sam studied her friend’s most intimate of places. She had never seen a vulva this close up before. Even when examining her own with a hand mirror, she couldn’t see nearly as much. Jessica was cleanly shaved, with just a small, neatly trimmed patch on her mons. Her sex was plump from arousal, her smooth outer lips pink, the small inner lips somewhat darker. Her clit stood proudly peeking out from under its hood.

Closing her eyes, Sam kissed the soft skin of Jessica’s glistening labia, causing her friend to twitch. She licked her lips and tasted just a hint of Jessica’s juices, then pushed her tongue into the slick folds and scooped up more juices to sample. Withdrawing her tongue, she realized the tangy sweetness was not that different than her own.

Sam explored Jessica, licking and swirling her tongue in and around the silky skin of her slit. She circled her entrance. Then, hesitantly, she probed the opening with her tongue. Jessica gasped and bucked.

“Jesus, Sam,” she croaked, hear head falling back on the pillow.

As Sam’s curiosity grew, so did her confidence. She pushed her tongue deeper into Jessica, causing her to cry out and buck again. Sam reveled in the smooth heat of the inner walls of her entrance. Slowly she fucked her with her tongue. Jessica’s hands were on her head, guiding her.

Sam drank the juices that flowed around her tongue the best she could. Jessica groaned and gently pulled Sam’s head away.

“My clit, Sam. Suck my clit,” she begged.

Sam withdrew and pushed the flat of her tongue through slick folds and across Jessica’s clit. Jessica shuddered. Sam circled and flicked the hypersensitive bundle of nerves with the tip of her tongue. Jessica bucked and squirmed and made nonsensical sounds.

“Yesss…” Jessica hissed. “That’s it, Sam. Right there,” she huffed.

As the assault on Jessica’s clit continued, Sam pushed two fingers into her friend. Remembering what Jessica had done to her, Sam pumped her fingers with vigor as she sucked and toyed with Jessica’s swollen bud.

Jessica held Sam’s head in place as she bucked and rolled her hips. She grunted and gasped and whined as she rode the storm of pleasure that Sam delivered. Then it all suddenly came to a crescendo and Jessica was carried away in a wave of ecstasy. She stiffened and shook, and small noises escaped her lips.

Sam smiled, feeling her friend’s orgasm take her. She slowed, and then stopped licking her. Giving Jessica one more kiss on her clit, Sam moved up to lay beside the panting and sweaty Jessica. With a finger, Sam drew lines and circles over Jessica’s belly and watched the rise and fall of her chest slow as the girl calmed.

“Hey there,” Jessica said softly.

“Hey yourself.”

“That was so intense. Are you sure you’ve never done that before?”

“No, never,” Sam giggled as she leaned in and kissed Jessica.

Jess wrapped her arms around Sam and pulled her close. The two held each other, enjoying the feeling of their bodies touching.

“I am so happy, Sam. Don’t ever leave,” Jessica said, after a long period of silence.

Sam pushed herself up and looked at her lover. “I’m not going anywhere,” she said, as she brushed Jessica’s cheek with the back of her hand.

“What about after high school?”

“What about it?”

“What if we don’t go to the same college?” Concern was written all over Jessica’s face.

“Good god, Jess,” Sam chuckled. “That’s still three years away. We can worry about it then.”

“I know, but…”

Sam gave Jessica a quick kiss. “I think you could use some of that champagne,” she said, playfully poking Jess in the shoulder. Rolling off the bed, Sam headed out of the room. “I’ll be right back.”

Jessica watched Sam’s cute ass wiggling as she walked away. Smiling, she sighed and sat up, adjusting a pillow behind her. I’m in love with my best friend, and she loves me. Could I be any luckier? she asked herself.

Sam was soon back, carrying two flute glasses filled with bubbling amber liquid. She handed one to Jessica, then sat on the edge of the bed beside her.

The girls both looked at their glasses for a moment. “Have you ever drunk this stuff before?” Sam asked.

Jessica shook her head. “Uh-uh. You?”

“No.”

Shrugging, they clinked their glasses together, and each took a tentative sip. Pausing to process the taste, they found it to be not that vile. After each took another large swallow, they set the glasses down.

Sam crawled onto the bed beside Jessica and snuggled up to her. “Not too bad, I guess,” she said, smacking her lips as she pulled the covers up over them.

“I could live without it,” Jessica replied.

“So, no champagne at the wedding then?” Sam giggled.

“Wedding?” Jessica’s voice went up an octave as she stared wide-eyed.

Sam chuckled, then shrugged, “I thought, well, maybe after college. But, hey, if you’re not interested,” she teased.

“That sounds lovely. Except, like you said, college is still three years away. I don’t think we should be picking out china patterns just yet.”

The teens laughed and kissed and held each other. Soon, though, the excitement of the dance hall, the sex, and maybe the booze caught up with them and they drifted off to sleep.

For the next day and a half, the pair didn’t bother to get dressed at all, just frolicked around in the nude until they had made love in every room in the house at least once.

Summer vacation was only a week away, and they would spend every moment of it together. Their friendship and their love would continue to grow from the lessons they had learned and from the ones that were yet to be learned.

THE END


Author’s Note:

When I originally submitted “Lessons Learned” to Juicy Secrets for consideration, it ended after Chapter 2. It was actually a distraction for me, something to take my mind away from a much larger project I’m working on, since I was suffering from a bit of writer’s block at the time.

Thankfully my wonderful editor, Naughty Mommy, suggested I add more to the story to make it complete and not just a rub-off piece. I am happy she did.

In retrospect, some of the events in the expanded story do happen rather quickly, as some of my commenters have pointed out. I suppose I could have written even more, maybe from Jill’s perspective, exploring her emotional state. But anyway, I hope you still like this little “side project.”

My Family, Friends, and Sex – Chapter 17

  • Posted on October 21, 2017 at 10:09 am

By Purple Les

Siobhan was over on a cold February Saturday for a play date with me. Her mom, Jean, was chatting with my mom in the kitchen. At lunchtime, we ordered Chinese food and Mrs. Tran brought it over. She also brought her daughters, Mary and Lucy.

After lunch, us girls went up to my bedroom to play. Mrs. Tran said the restaurant was slow today and she stayed to hang out with my mom and Siobhan’s mom.

Lucy had just turned six. She was looking different every time I saw her. Lucy had grown a couple inches. Her tummy and most of her baby fat had vanished also. She looked sort of like a gymnast.

Mary and Siobhan were playing a very serious game of chess. Lucy was very happy playing with my toys.

I looked at Mary and Siobhan. Mary had on a tight turtle-neck shirt and black leggings and looked sexy to me like she always does, her long hair was in a ponytail.

Siobhan had on plaid slacks and a white sweater and looked real cute. I was bored and went downstairs to see what the grownups were doing.

Siobhan’s mom, Jean, was on the couch between my mom and Mary’s mom, Mrs. Tran. They all had wine. There were two wine bottles on the coffee table in front of them. One was empty, the other almost empty. There was a fire in the wood stove. It had got dark and gray outside and it felt cozy and warm in the living room.

Mom looked sleepy, but what surprised me the most was Jean and Mrs. Tran were talking to each other in French.

I sat in the easy chair, just looking and listening. Mom smiled at me and patted the couch next to her. So I went over and sat next to Mom.

“There, you see, Jean,” said Mrs. Tran, “maybe my English isn’t the best, but my French is perfect. I speak Vietnamese too, so I’m one up on you.”

Then Mrs. Tran kissed Jean. They knew I was there but didn’t seem to care. Jean’s sweater was open. She had on a red turtle-neck shirt and no bra. Her nipples were hard and huge and Mrs. Tran was playing with them.

Mrs. Tran was wearing a t-shirt and no bra either and me and Mom watched as Jean had her hand under Mrs. Tran’s shirt.

Jean broke the kiss with Mrs. Tran, she looked over at me and Mom and said, “Okay, nice, but I think we had better stop now.”

Mrs. Tran said, “What for Jean? It’s just getting good.”

Jean looked at Mrs. Tran, then moved her eyes in my direction and said, “I don’t think it’s appropriate, Grace, not with Katy right here.”

Mrs. Tran laughed and said, “Don’t be chicken, Jean. What you think our daughters are doing upstairs? They doing same as us, I bet. How ‘bout it, Katy? What they doing up there?”

“Aw, Siobhan and Mary are just playing chess and Lucy is playing with my toys.”

“You see, Grace. Perfectly innocent children,” said Jean.

“That’s all they do, Katy?” Mrs. Tran asked me.

“Yes,” I said, “except for the bet they made.”

“What’s the bet?” my mom asked.

“Um, well…” I wasn’t sure if I should say, Mom said it was okay to say, so I continued, “well, whoever loses the chess game has to strip bare naked and lick the winner’s pussy.”

Jean looked shocked and Mrs. Tran laughed and said, “I told you so, Jean. Just cause you didn’t do stuff as a little girl, doesn’t mean you didn’t think about it. Come on, tell us the truth.”

“Okay, but it’s just between us, no telling anyone, understand, Katy?”

I nodded my head and Mom said, “Katy never tells any secrets. Go on, Jean.”

“Well, in a nutshell, I was eleven, I was masturbating in my room, my eight-year-old sister walked in on me and from that day, till I went to college, we had sex.”

“Shucks, you not give us any hot details, Jean?” asked Mrs. Tran.

“Isn’t it enough you know I have an incestuous lesbian relationship?”

Mom, said, “Oh, ‘have’, not had? You and your sister still have sex?”

Jean looked at the floor and said, “Yes, whenever we see each other, which isn’t more than once or twice a year. Before you ask, yes, the subject of being children who had sex with each other and talking about having sex with young girls as a fantasy is our favorite sex turn on. There, I admit it.”

“It’s okay, Jean. My parents bring us up that way. Okay to have sex with my parents and brothers and sisters. Don’t be ashamed, it’s fine, as long as it’s loving and the kids understand and like what they do.” said Mrs. Tran.

“I must agree with Grace,” said my mom. “So, Jean, at age eleven, seeing your younger sister nude, having sex with her, imprinted something in you perhaps.”

“Perhaps.” said Jean, “Whatever the reason, young girls definitely cause a lust in me that I cannot pursue.”

“Of course you can pursue it, if you really want to.” Mrs. Tran said.

Mom nodded her head and said, “Oh, I very much agree with Grace. In fact, Jean, We’ve been talking about it with you for a few weeks now, haven’t we?”

Mrs. Tran and Jean both nodded, “Yes.”

“Jean, you’ve enjoyed having sex with Grace and me?”

“Very much,” said Jean

“And you very much love to hear about how we have sex with our daughters, don’t you?”

“I love it!” Jean said. Her face was all red and she was breathing hard.

“And, you enjoy hearing a fantasy about your own daughter, don’t you?” Asked my mom again, already knowing the answer, but Jean nodded, “Yes.”

“So,” continued Mom, “I think it’s time you at least stuck your big toe in the water, maybe get your feet wet, you know, so to speak.” Mom had me stand up. She put her arm around my waist and put her head next to my arm.

Then Mom said, “Katy, I’d like you to tell Jean a little bit about your sleepover here with Mary and Siobhan. Okay, angel?”

I looked at Mom, “You mean like the sex stuff?”

Mom smiled at me, “You’re a mind reader, Katy. Yes, the sex stuff. Tell Jean a little of what happened that night.”

I swallowed hard, looked at Mom, then at Mrs. Tran and Jean and started talking sort of slow and shy at first but I started talking too fast as I got going, because it was exciting to tell it to Jean.

“Um, well, Professor Edgeington,” that’s Jean’s name. Mom doesn’t like me to call grownups by their first names. “Me and Mary kissed in front of Siobhan. Then we let her watch us make out, ’cause she asked if she could and we liked it. Then me and Mary were super horny and we got naked and made out more and were playing with each other and stuff and then…”

“Katy…” interrupted Jean, “you and Mary were naked? Kissing and touching each other in front of Siobhan? How did she react? Was she okay with it?”

“Golly, she loved it. That’s why she wanted to join in. It was so fun when she got naked too. She’s real cute and she loved doing stuff. You should have heard the stuff she said when she had an orgasm. She…”

“Siobhan had an orgasm?” Jean interrupted again. “It was her idea to get naked with you and Mary?”

“Oh yeah, she wanted to learn how to kiss and lick pussy and everything.”

While we’d been talking Mrs. Tran had stood up and undressed. Now she had Jean stand up. Mrs. Tran started to pull down Jean’s pants and panties, while she did that Mom put a big towel on the couch and then Jean and Mrs. Tran sat back down and Mrs. Tran pulled Jean’s pants and panties the rest of the way off. Then Mrs. Tran pulled off Jean’s shirt.

It was so cool seeing Mary’s and Siobhan’s mom’s bare naked together. Mrs. Tran looked like an athlete. Jean looked softer, like she’d be fun to hug.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Jean said.

“This is nice, huh, Jean?” said Mrs. Tran. “You like little Katy seeing you naked, huh?”

“Oh my goodness, yes. I’m so wet, Grace.”

“Mm, oh, yeah? Let me see, huh.” Mrs. Tran, put her hand between Jean’s legs and said, “Wow, Jean, you not kidding.” Then she spread Jean’s legs apart and said, “Wow, Katy, look at this. Jean gets almost as wet as your mom, huh?”

I looked and saw a really hairy pussy. In between the hair, was a bright pink wet slit. It was so wet, the hair on either side of it had big wet spikes which framed her pussy.

“Golly! That’s really cool!” It really was too. It was neat seeing the moms naked. Oh, yeah, my mom had undressed too, but now I could see the good stuff. Jean was horny and I hoped I would get to touch her.

“When you were eleven and your sister caught you masturbating, were you nude, Jean?” Mom asked.

“Yes, I was.” Jean answered, she was staring at me and Mom now. “My little sister had her clothes on.”

My mom put her arm around me and said, “Did you see her nude that time, Jean? Or was it another time?”

“Yes, I saw her naked, for the first time ever. I guess maybe that sounds strange, but we didn’t… uh. We were very formal, I guess… she… um… I…”

“Go on, Jean, you can tell us..” Mrs. Tran said, as she played with Jean’s nipples and rubbed Jean’s wet pussy.

“She said, ‘I know what you’re doing, Jean.’ She told me she’d heard about that sort of stuff from other girls. Girls who had told her they’d done that, or seen their own big sisters do it.”

Jean swallowed hard and half closed her eyes, her voice got kind of low. She continued, “My sister wanted me to show her how, to let her watch me. I agreed. I pretended she wasn’t there at first. Then I was getting close to orgasm but couldn’t quite reach it. That’s when what I was doing came to me.”

“I was enjoying my sister watching me. I could tell she liked it too. She had her hands clenched between the top of her legs and I knew she was feeling something erotic by the look on her face. I asked her if she’d ever tried doing it. When she told me she did, I asked her to undress and show me. When I saw her nude and playing with herself, I… uh, I came.”

Mrs. Tran kissed Jean, then moved a little bit away from her and said, “Rub your pussy now, Jean. Pretend Katy’s your little sister. Or, even better, don’t pretend, just enjoy doing it in front of a little girl. Katy, you like watching don’t you?”

“Yeah, I sure do!”

Jean started to play with her pussy. She looked at Mrs. Tran and my mom, then she looked at me and was rubbing faster.

“Why, Jean, you are a naughty girl, aren’t you?” Mom said, “that’s one of the reasons Grace and I love you. Now, would you like to see a nude, nine-year-old girl right in front of you for real? Not like the pictures and videos we’ve shown you, but for real? That’s right, Jean, it’s really going to happen.”

Jean moaned and her hand moved faster.

Mom pulled my shirts off over my head and then I kissed Mom. One of those real sloppy, wet kisses, where you can hardly keep your tongues in your mouth. Jean moaned again and her hand was moving at the speed of light.

As Mom pulled down my jeans and panties. Jean stuck all her fingers of one hand in her pussy and her other hand moved all over the top of her pussy faster than the Flash.

“Oh, Mom, Professor Edgeington. I gotta… uh, please let me lick you, Professor, please!”

Mom and Mrs. Tran each gently took one of Jean’s arms and held her. I got on my knees and looked at Jean’s soaking wet pussy, then I ran my tongue all over it and Mom and Mrs. Tran had to hold Jean’s legs steady too.

I put all my fingers of one hand in her pussy, I spread the top of her pussy open with my other and got my lips and tongue busy all over her clit. Mom and Mrs. Tran really had to hold Jean down and Jean broke the 3rd commandment over and over. She may have broke the seventh too, but I’m not sure if you have sex with other women, if it’s really cheating on your husband or not.

After Jean calmed back down some, we all sat on the couch and just kind of cuddled and hugged and stuff like that.

Jean mostly said stuff, like, “I can’t believe it, it’s wonderful, I love you all,” and she went on and on like that, just like her daughter had when she’d come.

Then we heard someone coming down the stairs from my bedroom. Jean was scared, but Mrs. Tran said, “Don’t worry, Jean, it’s okay.”

Lucy walked in the living room and looked at three naked women, two of whom she’d seen naked before, so she naturally looked at Jean the most. Lucy said, “You’re all naked!” Then she asked, “Did I miss feel goods, Mommy?”

“No, not at all, Lucy,” said Mrs. Tran to her baby daughter, “you’re just in time. Take off all your clothes too and Jean will give you your feel good.”

Mrs. Tran whispered in Jean’s ear, while Jean stared at the little girl quickly undressing in front of her.

Lucy stood naked in front of Jean, and then Mrs. Tran helped Lucy stand on the couch, so that her little bare slit was right by Jean’s mouth.

“Like this, Jean.” Mrs. Tran said, as she began to lick her daughter’s pussy.

Then Mrs. Tran had Jean take over and within minutes, Mom was holding Lucy in place while Lucy left her little girl cum on Jean’s face.

We took turns in the bathroom and then Mrs. Tran told Lucy to go up stairs to see who was winning the chess game. Lucy asked if she should dress and Mrs. Tran told her to go up naked and just see real quick and then come back here.

Lucy was back in a few moments.

“Well, what did you see?” Mrs. Tran asked. “Are they naked?”

“No!” said Lucy, who sounded disappointed that they had been dressed still. “They’re just sitting like this,” and she sat crossed legged on the floor, put her elbows on her knees, her hands under her chin and made her face frown. “They didn’t even notice I was naked.”

“Who was winning?” I asked.

Lucy looked at me like I was the stupidest thing on earth, shrugged her shoulders hard and said, “How would I know?”

We all got dressed, but very slowly. Jean was really enjoying seeing me and Lucy naked. I know because she said so. In fact she said, “Let’s all us adults frig each other while we watch Lucy and Katy kiss and touch. Okay, everyone?”

We all agreed and the grownups came again watching me and Lucy do stuff. Me and Lucy liked it too.

“Go, check again upstairs, Lucy.” Mrs. Tran told her daughter.

This time when Lucy came back with her report, we were told by her, “They’re both naked and doing this.” Lucy put one index finger over the other and then moved her tongue back and forth, from one side to the other.

“They’re doing a sixty-nine,” laughed Mrs. Tran.

“Who’s on top?” I asked.

“Siobhan,” Lucy replied, “I could see all her stuff,” Lucy added with a smile.

“Let’s all clean up and get dressed now,” Mom said.

We all agreed and really did get dressed this time.

Shortly after, Mary and Siobhan came downstairs and into the living room. Siobhan had her clothes on, but Mary, well, all she was wearing were her glasses and the hair band for her pony tail. We all stared.

“Mary! Why are you all naked?” Asked Mrs. Tran.

“I lost a bet, Mom. I have to be naked till we go home,” Mary said, like her mom had just asked how the weather was or something.

Jean was almost drooling. It seemed funny to me, that with all of us dressed and Mary naked, she was super sexy. She acted just like she would have with clothes on, but none of us could stop looking at her. I thought maybe we’d get to have more sex.

Mrs. Tran’s cell phone rang and after she finished talking, she said, “Okay, we have to go back to work now. Mary, go get dressed.”

I followed Mary up to my bedroom. I watched her dress and then we kissed and went back downstairs.

Everyone left and me and Mom had the lunch leftovers for dinner.

After that, we snuggled naked in Mom’s bed and read dirty stories at Juicy Secrets, till we were both so horny we had to stop and make each other come. Mom let me sleep with her.

Chapter 18 is coming soon!

What Do You Want?

  • Posted on October 20, 2017 at 11:03 am

By Shay

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

The room was softly lit, like a church. Candles flickered on every surface. Mirrors reflected their yellow glow. Sandalwood incense burned and the fragrant smoke coiled up towards the high ceiling. It was warm, yes, quite warm.

Carolyn sat on a wide sofa in the middle of the room. It faced large oaken double doors with gleaming golden handles, which, as they reflected the candle flames, seemed almost to be made of fire themselves.

Next to Carolyn on the couch was her older sister Janet. You would not have guessed that they were sisters unless you looked into their eyes. In their eyes were vines and parrots, pools and wings; tigers crept in those eyes and waterfalls fell to earth. These were eyes that could stop your heart — or start it again.

Carolyn sat silently, occasionally chewing her lip. When she did this, Janet watched her silently. Janet, two years older and dark as a winter night. Like falling through the ice at midnight — if you touched her, she would touch you back, touch you in a way that you would never forget.

She watched Carolyn, thirty minutes short of her twenty-first birthday. Golden-maned Carolyn, bright as the sun on a lifeboat, bright enough to induce thirst and madness. Carolyn, tawny as a caramel candy, Carolyn, carrier of her mother’s beauty. You could die with her name on your lips and never know why. Carolyn, whose night this would be.

Two women sitting side by side on a sofa in a softly lit room; one having passed this way before, yet utterly unable to guide, and the other about to pass through an experience that would cleanse or destroy her.

Twenty minutes. Fifteen. A clock chimed the quarter hour. Janet reached across and squeezed her sister’s hand. Still, they were silent. That is to say, no words passed between them.

At twelve minutes to the hour, a sudden shiver passed up Carolyn’s slender body like a bird on an updraft. She took a deep breath and waited.

At two minutes before twelve, Janet stirred. Without letting go of her sister’s hand, she leant across and touched her delicate jawline. Their eyes met. Janet looked away for a moment and then kissed Carolyn on the lips, very softly and a bit longer than she ever had before.

Before Carolyn could recover from her surprise, her older sister had stood and, without a word or a backward glance, disappeared out of a side door, her steps muffled on the thick dark green carpeting.

Carolyn could feel her heart beating. She could feel her sister’s kiss on her lips. The room was warm, so very warm. And then it was midnight.

The clock chimed twelve and a handsome man in a tuxedo opened the double doors and walked towards Carolyn. He offered his hand and she took it. He led her to the open doors and to the moment she had come here tonight to meet.

The handsome man smiled enigmatically, and not unkindly, as he escorted her up to, but not through the doors.

“Stop,” she whispered, and did, stock still as a deer in the forest, sensing the wolf. She removed her pretty hand from his arm.

“It’s all right—” he began but she cut him off.

“I want…”

“This is not the time for—” but again she sliced through his words.

“…a woman. I want a woman.” She turned her tiger eyes on him and he simply nodded and left the room.

Carolyn held perfectly still, straining for any sound. She was aware of her own breathing, regular but with a slight ripple in it.

And then she appeared. A tall blonde woman in a green dress. She wore diamonds on her ears and hands. She was regal.

“I am Marlene,” she said simply, in a low and sensual voice.

The smallest of smiles appeared at the corners of Carolyn’s mouth, the lips her sister had kissed turning up in a subtle but unmistakable expression of small triumph. The two women closed the doors behind them and walked down a hallway.

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Marlene gave Carolyn a look which invited, commanded her to follow. She did, willingly. As Marlene walked, the green dress hugged her generous hips like a wave over a mermaid’s tail. Carolyn watched, as if transfixed by tides. Her feet carried her without thinking. The woman’s body was fragrant with night-blooming Jasmine. Carolyn wanted to bury her face in her. And still, it seemed so warm.

They came to a doorway and her beautiful guide opened the door and waited for Carolyn to precede her into the room. A bedroom. The woman’s gown was low cut and her breasts were smooth and perfect. Carolyn blinked, then looked away. She had never been with a woman. Not like this.

And yet, that was the entire point. This was her Midnight, the experience every woman must have on the night of her twenty-first birthday. The choice to be made. Many choices. Choices which would reverberate through the rest of her life. Choices she must make… soon.

Marlene stood before her at the foot of the large bed. She ran her fingers through Carolyn’s long blonde hair. For several minutes she did this, almost as if calming a nervous mare. Then, at last—without stopping the stroking of her hands in Carolyn’s hair, she leant forward until the younger woman could feel her sweet breath on her face. Marlene searched her eyes with her own green ones, the green of a siren sea.

Then her cheek was touching Carolyn’s, feather soft. And still, her gentle breath on her skin. Still, the gentle stroking of fingers through her hair. And then… kisses, light as petals falling on her cheeks, next to her eyes… her forehead… soft lips on her closed eyes… and at last, settling on her lips like a perfect wordless phrase. Like music.

Carolyn had never been kissed this way. At least, not until just before the double doors had opened. What had…? But her thoughts melted away as Marlene’s kisses took her over. Marlene caught Carolyn’s lower lip gently between her teeth and then released. Then she kissed her over and over, unbearably gently, in a sensual allegro.

A little cry escaped her when Marlene’s tongue slipped into her mouth, like an angel folding her wings, like a succubus priming a sleeper. And still, softly, still so sweet.

Carolyn’s legs were getting weak and without realizing it she clung to Marlene for support, even as Marlene herself weakened her, made her pliable, dizzy with delight.

And then Marlene’s small hand grasped a handful of golden hair and held it, making Carolyn cant her head to the side. Marlene’s green eyes glowed and she smiled like a jaguar.

“Carolyn… what do you want?”

But before the blonde young woman could gather her wits, just as she opened her mouth to say, What? Marlene’s hungry mouth covered hers again and Carolyn’s knees buckled. Marlene smoothly laid her on the bed and then lay atop her, never breaking the kiss.

The easy weight of this woman’s body on hers felt delicious to Carolyn. Nothing at all like a man. Marlene’s kisses were demanding, yes, but with the sense of having the perfect right to demand. Marlene’s breasts, the same fine breasts that Carolyn had admired before, were now pressed to her own as Marlene’s tongue and lips explored hers.

So delicious, thought Carolyn, so marvelous to feel another woman against me. Her fullness, her softness, her knowing. Oh yes.

Marlene drew back and searched Carolyn’s eyes before lowering her lovely face again and using her left hand to firmly move Carolyn’s head to the side.

“What do you want?” she whispered, her breath warm in Carolyn’s ear just before Marlene’s tongue smoothly followed her words and Carolyn moaned beneath her. Marlene tongued and sucked her lover’s ears until the girl was squirming underneath her and moaning out her pleasure.

“What… do… you… want?” she asked again, letting her hands caress Carolyn’s breasts, her thumbs rolling across her nipples through her dress.

“I want to undress you.”

And with that, Marlene smiled and slowly released her prey and stood next to the bed. “Why don’t you, then?”

Carolyn got to her knees on the bed and gently turned Marlene around. She ran her hands over the bare skin, so smooth, so welcoming. She licked her lips without realizing that she was, and took the tiny green zipper in her hand and drew it down. The dress fell to either side, parting like a curtain when a play begins. She ran her hand over the beautiful exposed skin and was rewarded with the sensual sound of Marlene’s husky purr.

“You remind me of…” began Carolyn in a distracted voice.

“Of who, sweetheart?”

Carolyn shook her lovely head. “Of — of no one.”

In an instant Marlene’s hand was softly but firmly gripping Carolyn’s throat, then slowly stroking downward, lightening its pressure.

“Don’t lie,” warned Marlene.

“I’m sorry.”

Marlene shook her head slowly. “No, precious, tonight isn’t about me. This is your Midnight.” She trailed her perfect fingernail down Carolyn’s arm. “What you embrace or deny tonight is forever. People used to waste their lives agonizing over their secrets, the guilts, their hidden desires. That’s not for you, precious. Don’t lie to yourself. Don’t hide from yourself. I am only the canvas you will paint your desires on tonight. Your Midnight.” And with that, Marlene let her beautiful green dress fall like an outdated notion, and smiled as Carolyn reached out to touch her perfect, full breasts.

“What do you want, sweetheart?”

“I want these,” replied the younger woman eagerly as the shared sound of their soft laughter filled the air.

Marlene took Carolyn’s hands. “Touch them.” And she did, feeling their perfect lovely femaleness in her hands. So full, so sexy, so inviting. She caressed them and watched, fascinated, as Marlene’s large dark nipples puckered and stood up under Carolyn’s feminine touch. Marlene tilted her head back and sighed.

For the first time in her life, Carolyn bent down and took another woman’s luscious breast in her mouth. Could anything ever feel so heavenly? She instinctively knew exactly what to do as her pretty cheeks hollowed and she greedily enjoyed what Marlene was offering her.

“That’s right,” cooed Marlene, once again stroking the beautiful blonde mane of her younger lover. “Take what you want. Yes baby, mmmm, that feels so good.”

Carolyn sucked on each of Marlene’s nipples almost until they hurt, first surrounding each one with her soft lips and then gently pulling on them with her perfect teeth. Having teased them erect, she sucked them deeply until finally letting go with a sexy wet pop.

“So beautiful,” Marlene sighed. “You’ve never made love to another woman’s breasts before, have you, precious?”

“No,” Carolyn admitted while covering the curve of Marlene’s left breast with adoring kisses and laying her face against the hard nipple.

“But you’ve wanted to,” Marlene urged.

“Yes,” confessed Carolyn as her blonde hair fell over the smooth skin of Marlene’s shoulders, and she kissed her shoulders, her throat, her upper arms. “For a long time.” Marlene was not asking this time, her voice confident and sure as her hands explored and caressed Carolyn. Busy, happy Carolyn.

“Sweetheart,” whispered Marlene through her heightening pleasure. “What else have you been wanting?”

With that, Carolyn, gently rolled Marlene onto her stomach on the bed and feasted her eyes on Marlene’s ample, curvy, wonderful ass. The ass she’d been admiring all the way down the hall. But this time she was looking at bare flesh. Running her hands over the gorgeous soft swells. Her cheeks. Her lips.

Marlene moaned and lifted her ass in the air a bit, resting her head on her elbows with her eyes closed.

“Don’t deny yourself, precious,” she purred.

Carolyn didn’t intend to. She gasped with pleasure as she explored Marlene’s sexy hips and covered her rounded loveliness with kisses. She gently parted them and kissed and licked her intimately relished Marlene’s loud moans of pleasure as she did. Carolyn traced her fingertips over Marlene’s labia lips as she licked the woman’s anus as if she were starving, her urgent sounds of desire muffled against the flesh she was busy worshiping.

She ducked her head down to lick Marlene’s vulva — her very first taste of another woman — and a sweet shock ran through her entire body, a realization of the arousing combination of sexy familiarity and otherness, the pure delicious scent and taste of femaleness.

Marlene maneuvered them so that she was straddling the very willing younger woman, her blonde hair spread out around her lovely face.

“Yes, baby,” purred Marlene as she slowly lowered herself onto her eager lover. “What do you want? My pussy? My cunt, is that what you want?”

But Carolyn couldn’t answer. She could only barely breathe. And she was in heaven as Marlene smothered her in what she wanted.

Carolyn wrapped her hands around Marlene’s generous hips and moaned into her marvelous wetness with unfettered desire. She simply couldn’t get enough of this woman’s pussy, her aroma, her heat, her depths, her slick arousal. She felt a deep thrill as she had the thought, this is the most womanly thing I have ever done.

She felt as though she could climax herself, from pleasuring Marlene. And when Marlene reached casually back and began fingering her, she did exactly that.

*****

“Tell me,” whispered Marlene as they lay kissing afterwards. Carolyn tasted of pussy, was marked by pussy, drenched with Marlene’s scent, as if Marlene were some magnificent female animal.

“Tell me, Carolyn,” Marlene urged softly, “who was it I reminded of you of?” She stroked Carolyn’s warm side, just under her ribs, “when you were walking behind me… when you were taking off my dress… I saw it in your eyes even before you told me. Who was it, precious, who were you remembering when you adored my ass… when you lost yourself in my cunt? Who? Tell me.”

Carolyn thought of all the times she had admired, envied, and yes, desired the woman who she had grown to resemble. She blushed, and her first instinct was to keep it from Marlene, even from herself, but then she remembered Marlene’s firm hand at her tender throat, and the wise words she had spoken. This is your Midnight.

“I was remembering my mother, ” she said softly in Marlene’s ear. “My mother,” she whispered again, finding a new pleasure in the words themselves.

Marlene kissed Carolyn again and murmured, “I know, precious. And did you want her to kiss you?”

“Yes.”

“And… did you want her to come to your bed and lay down next to you? Did you want her to make love to you?”

“Yessss, ” Carolyn answered through rising arousal.

“Of course you did, precious. How lovely, how beautiful.”

Marlene gently rolled over on top of Carolyn and moved her thigh up between her silken smooth legs while moving gently atop the younger female.

“What else, precious? There is more. More even than this.”

“Y-yes.” It was getting hard for Carolyn to think to respond in any way but a physical way. Something was breaking down within her, some useless barrier, and the remains of it were fueling a passion that was rising quickly within her.

“What do you want, sweetheart? Who do you want? Even more than the glorious woman you’ve been confessing to me about? Who speaks straight to your heart?”

Marlene had slipped her hand down to Carolyn’s wetness and she was fingering her expertly as she gently moved on her and inflamed the young woman with her words.

“I…I don’t—” Carolyn faltered.

“Tell me what you see… what you feel… in your heart and mind at this very moment, precious Carolyn. Tell me. Tell me while I’m fucking you. So sweet, so good. Yes, Carolyn, tell me what you see. What you want.”

Carolyn was trying to match her lover’s rhythm, and had her arms hooked up and around Marlene’s back with her fingers spread across Marlene’s shoulders, as if she were trying to hold on to something solid in a rushing current.

“I feel… Mom’s hand on the back of my head… in my hair….”

“Yes, baby… that’s right…tell me.”

“She’s—” Carolyn bit her lips and trembled as her pleasure became almost unbearable, her self control a memory as Marlene’s body and skillful fingers pushed her ever higher.

“She wants… she wants me to kiss…”

“Yes…?”

“She wants…”

You want—”

“I want to kiss Janet! I want Janet!” Carolyn wrapped her legs around Marlene and bucked beneath her in a beautiful fury of joy.

As her orgasm overwhelmed her, Carolyn screamed, “I want my sister! I want her, ohhhhhh Janet, I love you, I love you….”

Her words, torn from the depths of her heart and desires, were shouted out in the same cadence as the delicious rolling orgasm that was seemingly tearing her apart.

“I want Janet,” she panted helplessly, broken and yet more whole than she had ever been. “I want my sister.”

Marlene propped herself on her hands and smiled down at Carolyn, laughing warmly.

“Yes, you do,” she said in a honeyed voice.

In the morning, after the two women had left each other’s embrace, after they had dressed; just a bare moment before Carolyn’s Midnight was over, Marlene took the younger woman in her arms one last time and stroked her beautiful blonde hair.

Smiling into her eyes, she said, “Precious? There’s something I didn’t tell you.”

Carolyn looked up at Marlene quizzically as she stood in her arms near the unmade bed.

“What I didn’t tell you was that two years ago, another young woman told me of her desire. A desire so very similar to your own.” Marlene kissed Carolyn on the lips, ran her hand up and down her bare arm and spoke one last time before they parted.

“That woman’s name was Janet. And she’s waiting right outside the door for you, to take you home.”

The End

Two Moms, Chapter 17

  • Posted on October 19, 2017 at 6:29 am

By Naughty Mommy

The next morning I woke up in Jessica’s bed. This was only the second time I’d ever done that — but it was the first time I’d done it after having sex! And I mean sex not just kissing or masturbating together, but real, actual sex! With my very own girlfriend! I had a girlfriend, and I was in love! There was even a big sign on the wall that said so!!

As you can tell, I was thinking in italics and exclamation points that morning. Jess was still snoozing beside me, snoring actually, and so I just lay there naked in her bed, feeling very pleased with myself, smiling like a silly goose. I thought about all the stuff we’d done the night before, about the wonderful dinner, about Freja being so hot, and about licking Jessica’s pussy and having her lick mine.

Thinking about that didn’t turn me on as much as it just made me unbelievably happy, so happy that I laughed out loud. Luckily, that didn’t wake Jess. She was a pretty heavy sleeper. It was still a few minutes before 9:00, and I knew she usually liked to sleep late. So, after lying there a little longer with my hands behind my head, looking up at the ceiling and grinning, I got up and went to the bathroom. Then I just walked slowly around the room for a couple of minutes, replaying everything in my mind, visualizing the two of us on the bed, our bodies glowing in the candlelight, having hot sex.

Now I was getting turned on. I stood beside the bed, nude, gazing at Jess, and started rubbing my clit. I remembered what it was like to look at her up close, seeing every detail of her beautiful pussy, how wonderful she smelled and tasted, licking her everywhere, and then actually sticking my tongue inside, fucking her with my tongue! And then I remembered that while I was doing that, I’d also thought about doing it with my own mother, tongue-fucking my mom!!

With all these delicious sexy thoughts in my head, it didn’t take long until I felt that swirling, tingling magic from deep inside, the surge of an impending orgasm. I didn’t want to wake Jess, but I also didn’t want to stop masturbating — so I kept on rubbing myself and just tried to stay quiet as well as I could.

I thought of Jess, how much I loved her. I looked up at the poster on the wall, proclaiming her undying love for me. I remembered Freja’s nude body bending in so close to me at dinner, her stiff nipples brushing my shoulder. And once again I recalled the crazy fantasy of eating my mother’s pussy, fucking her with my tongue. And then I came.

 

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Nora woke up first. She smiled to herself as she looked to the side and saw Karen sleeping soundly, the sheets just above her waist, small breasts slowly rising and falling as she breathed. Closing her eyes, Nora inhaled deeply, tasting the faint scent of perfume, of pussy, of aroused feminine bodies.

With her eyes still closed, she thought about the kids, their daughters. Was it really true what Karen had said, that the girls were lovers? Nora had fantasized about that plenty of times, wondering if it could be true, and certainly hoping that it was. It was just too delicious to imagine them together, those soft little bodies, their beautiful young faces, kissing and touching, a pair of twelve-year-olds doing everything with one another.

Mmm, yes… so exciting to picture that. Nora reached down between her legs. Ouch! Her pussy was sore, very sore — but this time, for once, it wasn’t because she’d overdone it with masturbation.

That made her smile again. How many mornings had she awoken to find her sex painful to the touch, tender and sensitive from overuse? It seemed to happen at least once a week if not more often. Karen had talked of being addicted to masturbation, and now Nora wondered if she might be too. She certainly did it enough. But then, Karen claimed she had to come many times every day, fifteen or twenty times! Nora couldn’t match that number, not even close.

She took her hand away from her pussy, brought it to her face. Her fingers smelled like sex. No surprise there, since she’d fucked Karen over and over again with that hand, bringing the woman repeatedly to orgasm. Not to mention all the times she’d licked her, or they’d tribbed. The amazingly hot sex had gone on for hours, as if once they’d started neither one of them wanted to stop.

Nora hadn’t had a lovemaking experience like that in… well, she’d never had an experience like that. This was a first. What made it even better was that it wasn’t only lust she felt for Karen, but love, deep romantic love. They hadn’t known each other for long, just a few months, but Nora was convinced that this was real, a feeling that would last a very long time.

Once again she smiled. She turned on her side, toward Karen, scooting close to her, laying a hand softly on her cheek. She tenderly kissed the other cheek, then kissed her lips. Like the Prince(ss) kissing Sleeping Beauty, awakening her, Nora kissed Karen again, harder this time, pressing their lips together.

Karen stirred. Her eyes blinked open. She smiled at the beautiful woman kissing her.

 

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I came pretty hard, standing by the bed, rubbing my clit, looking at Jess. But I managed to stay fairly quiet, and she didn’t wake up. Except now I wanted her to. One orgasm hadn’t satisfied me. I wanted more, but I wanted them with her, with my lover, my girlfriend.

I walked around the bed to the other side, closer to her. She was lying on her back, the covers just below her chin. Pushing two fingers between my pussy lips, down to my slippery center, I got them nice and juicy. Then I placed the wet fingers beneath Jessica’s nose. I rubbed them there, under her nose, and on her lips. Dipping back inside for another gob of my goo, I rubbed more of it all around Jessica’s mouth.

This felt really kinky, even dirty, and I loved doing it. It turned me on so much, in fact, that after the third dip I had to have a taste. I brought the dripping fingers to my mouth and sucked them clean as I gazed at Jessica. She was still sleeping, but now her lips gleamed with my pussy juice.

God, it was so exciting. I felt my clit throbbing, tingling. I knew I could come again pretty soon if I wanted to, just by rubbing myself. But that’s not what I wanted.

I slowly drew the covers down, exposing her chest, her lovely little boobies. After pushing my fingers back inside for a fourth time, getting them all wet and sticky, I brought them out and spread some of my moisture on my girlfriend’s puffy nipples. She appeared to respond to this, more than she had when I touched her mouth. She wiggled just a bit, and moaned in her sleep. I squeezed her nipples, first one, then the other, and then I climbed into the bed.

Pushing the covers lower, almost to her knees, I straddled Jess and leaned down to lick her nipples. She wriggled again, and sort of mumbled something. Her hands came up toward her face. I continued licking her nipples, going back and forth between them, flicking my tongue over the tips. They were swelling, getting stiff.

Doing this with her really turned me on. I reached a hand down between my legs to rub myself as I took a little boob into my mouth and started sucking her nipple. I heard Jess groan, then sigh, then saw her lick her lips. Her eyes were still closed. I sucked her nipple harder.

She covered her face with her hands. “Mmm,” she moaned loudly. And then she said, “Don’t stop.”

“Okay,” I giggled. “I won’t.”

My sexy naked girlfriend opened her eyes and smiled at me.

 

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Karen turned toward Nora, taking the woman in her arms and kissing her mouth. For several minutes they made out, holding one another, warmly caressing, kissing wetly, humping and moaning. Then Nora pulled back.

“Hey, um… I, I want to say something, okay?”

“Sure, what is it?” asked Karen.

“Well, it’s just, after I woke up this morning, I did a lot of thinking. And I realized that, um, that last night I was kind of holding back. Not sexually, of course…”

They both laughed, and Karen gave Nora another kiss. Certainly neither of them had held anything back the previous night. Their lovemaking was wildly energetic and highly adventurous and had gone on for a very long time.

“But, I mean,” Nora continued, “I did hold back a little bit emotionally. You know, how I kept saying it was too soon and we should take it slow.”

“I know,” Karen nodded. “But it’s all right, I understand.”

“Well, except I’ve changed my mind. I, I really want to say it now.”

She paused, looking deeply into Karen’s eyes.

Suddenly Karen teared up. A sob caught in her throat. She knew what was coming, though she could barely believe it. By this time in her life, she’d almost convinced herself that she would never truly fall in love, never find a soulmate. And then she’d met Nora.

The sob burst out. Karen hugged her lover close, burying her face in her shoulder, tears flowing as she blubbered, “Oh, Nora… oh Nora…!”

Nora waited, patiently holding the woman, gently stroking her back and kissing her hair while she cried. After a minute or so, Karen did her best to compose herself, taking a couple of deep breaths and wiping her eyes with a hand.

Finally, she looked up. “I’m sorry. Go on.”

Again Nora paused, allowing the special moment the time it deserved. They gazed at one another. Nora leaned in and gave Karen a tender kiss on the lips. Then she softly intoned, “I love you.”

It was the first time she’d said this. Karen had been far more impetuous with her emotions and her pronouncements, while Nora had, as she’d admitted, been somewhat restrained. But now she was on the record.

She said it again, with more emphasis. “I love you, Karen. I love you, and… I want to be with you. Forever.”

“Oh!” Karen hugged Nora tightly, whispering in her ear, “Yes, forever… I love you too.”

 

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I got down between Jessica’s spread legs, looking at her pussy. In the bright morning light, I could see everything better. I couldn’t believe how delicious she looked. Again I was convinced, as I’d assured myself the night before, that I really was a lesbian. There was no doubt about it — I wanted pussy and nothing else. I loved pussy!

With a happy giggle, I started kissing and licking, sucking and tonguing. I pushed my face in, devouring her sex, tasting her, eating her. I felt her hands holding my head, pulling me in. “Yeah, yeah,” she moaned, “fuck yeah.”

Jess was moving, lifting her hips, shoving her pussy into my mouth. It got kind of hard to hold on, keeping my mouth in her slit, but with my arms wrapped tightly around her thighs and with her firm grip on my head, somehow I managed. I just kept licking and sucking, tasting her pussy juice, inhaling her sexy scent, loving the feel of her delicious hot wetness all around me, coating my cheeks and filling my mouth.

My own pussy was practically screaming to be touched. I was so incredibly turned on, as excited as I’d ever been, but I didn’t dare let go of her. I squeezed my thighs together and humped the sheets, doing what I could to pleasure myself while still eating Jessica.

Then she came. I felt her whole body shudder, I heard a deep groan, and I tasted an extra spurt of her gooey juices. She shivered under me, grunting with each spasm of her climax. Now that she was there, I took the opportunity to reach down fast with one hand and massage my aching clit.

It didn’t take long at all. While Jess was still in the middle of her orgasm, I came too, frantically rubbing myself. We came together.

 

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After Karen’s bout of crying such happy tears, and after Nora’s declaration of undying love, the two moms simply relaxed with each other, lying on their backs side by side in bed, smiling and breathing, enjoying their romantic intimacy.

Then Karen slid a hand down between her legs, stroking herself.

“Let’s masturbate together, okay?” she grinned. “I really want to come.”

“Okay, sure,” Nora chuckled. “I’d like that.”

“Tell me about, um, tell me about the kind of pictures you have,” Karen said. “You know, on your computer.”

“Oh, those pictures,” said Nora, comically widening her eyes, leering at Karen. “You mean the ones I have of naked girls? Of underage girls, with no boobs yet and no pubic hair?”

“Uh-huh, exactly. Those pictures. Tell me about the ones you like the best.”

“Well, I like them all, of course. But I think the ones I like most are when the little girls, still so young, as I said, with their pussies completely smooth and hairless, yet they’re obviously turned on, sexually excited. You can tell by how wet they are.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh. It’s just so fucking hot to see that. A little girl, maybe only nine or ten or eleven years old, with her legs spread wide, and her smooth pink pussy lips all wet and gooey.”

Describing this was making Nora excited as well. Although she definitely was sore from all the activity of the previous evening, that didn’t prevent her from becoming aroused while informing Karen in lurid detail about those illicit pornographic photo sets that had made her come so many times, over and over again.

Nora felt an orgasm beginning to build as she massaged her swollen clit. She shifted closer to Karen, laying one leg over hers. “In some of them,” she said, “in some of the pictures, the girls are holding their pussies open with their fingers, and you can look right inside. It’s so damn hot.”

“God, yeah, it is,” Karen panted. Then suddenly she exclaimed, “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come!”

She wasn’t quite there yet herself, but it thrilled Nora to watch Karen climax, the sexy slim body writhing next to her, eyes tightly shut, mouth open and wet, her chest rising and falling, erect nipples standing tall.

“Don’t stop,” Nora urged. “Make yourself come again. Just keep going, it turns me on!”

Karen didn’t really need much encouragement. Multiple climaxes were the norm for her when masturbating. She would often come six or seven times in a row, riding the wave.

Nora could hear Karen’s fingers moving inside her cunt, the wet slapping sound of a woman fucking herself. She smelled her arousal, the delicious scent of pussy, of both their pussies, filling the room.

And when, less than a minute later, Karen grunted, “I — unh — now!” as her second orgasm arrived, Nora felt that wonderful surge coming up from within her center, and she too went over the top.

 

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“Are you hungry?” asked Jess. “God, I’m starved. Let’s go get breakfast, okay?”

“Okay, sure,” I giggled. Although I didn’t really feel especially hungry, I didn’t mind at all. I just wanted be with Jessica, with my beautiful girlfriend, doing whatever made her happy.

We hopped out of bed, cleaned ourselves up in the bathroom, then quickly got dressed and went downstairs. Freja wasn’t around. I guess she had the day off or something. But both Sophie and Margaret were there. Neither one was naked, like Freja had been the night before, though Sophie did have a real short skirt on, which was nice.

And Margaret, wow! She wasn’t in a chef uniform that morning, just regular clothing, slacks and a sweater. Except the sweater was super tight and she obviously wasn’t wearing a bra. She smiled and told us to sit down, then brought us glasses of juice, her huge boobs swaying and jiggling, hard nipples poking through the thin fabric of her sweater.

She set down the juice and gave us both hugs, really tight hugs. I almost smothered when Margaret wrapped her arms around me and kissed the top of my head, my face mashed between those two gigantic boobs. Not that I minded, of course.

 

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“Whew…” said Karen, wiping beads of perspiration off her face with sticky fingers. She’d just finished giving herself another orgasm, which made four in a row. “So good. I really needed that.”

“That’s the same thing you said last night in the car,” noted Karen with a chuckle. “How much you needed it.”

“Well, yeah, it’s true. I mean, I just have to come. I can’t go more than a couple hours without it. Unless I’m sleeping — and even then, a lot of times I’ll wake up at night and rub one off, then go back to sleep.”

“Wow…”

“Yeah, I’m addicted. Totally.”

Karen turned on her side toward Nora, propping herself on an elbow. “And you know,” she smiled, “I’m so glad you’re okay with it, with all that stuff I admitted to you, about me being addicted to masturbation, and, um, you know, how I’ve done it in front of Lia, and Jessica too, of course. I was kinda worried, and I’m so glad you don’t mind.”

“Not at all. Not one bit. It turns me on.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty hot. We should try it together sometime.”

“Yes, we should,” agreed Nora, feeling a fresh tingle of arousal as she contemplated masturbating in front of her twelve-year-old daughter.

Karen went on, “And, and also, god, it’s just so great that we like the same things. That we both like little girls, sexy naked little girls. Plus, of course, that we both get so excited about mothers and daughters doing it together, moms and their sweet young girls, having sex. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve come while I’ve fantasized about doing it with Jess, sitting on her pretty face, watching as she licks my pussy. Jeez, I almost go out of my mind when I think about that.”

By now, Karen was rubbing herself again, which certainly did not surprise Nora. What did surprise her was that she feeling ready too. She slid a hand down, and then — “Ow!” she winced. “Damn, I’m sore. But, what the hell, I think I can probably come just one more time, and I really want to.”

She leaned in close and kissed Karen’s mouth. Their hot breath mingled as they talked dirty to one another and played with themselves.

It turned out Nora was wrong. It’s true that she was able to bring herself to one more orgasm while kissing Karen and masturbating. But then, after that, she enjoyed two additional climaxes when Karen went down on her… her lips and tongue nibbling oh so tenderly at Nora’s clit and a well-lubricated finger tickling just at the opening of her vagina.

In the end, as she lay in bed with Karen, amid tangled sheets that were damp with sweat and fragrant with pussy juice, Nora decided she had to be the happiest person in the world, madly in love with a beautiful sexy woman who shared her secret forbidden obsessions, all her deepest darkest desires. It was a dream come true!

Chapter 18 is coming soon!

Her Last Touch

  • Posted on October 18, 2017 at 6:25 am

By Marie Marshall

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

“When’s your flight?” I asked quietly, standing before my sister, hands awkwardly clasped behind me.

Helen shrugged. “Tomorrow morning – I forget what time. The taxi will be here at some ungodly hour.” She looked listlessly at her luggage, flicked at the catch on her case, then glanced up at me, a slight frown on her face.

“This time tomorrow, I’ll be in Canada,” she said. “You’ll finally be rid of me.”

“Don’t say it like that,” I protested halfheartedly.

“Come on, Ronnie,” she said, knowing how much I had come to detest that diminutive – I much prefer my full name, Veronica. “You know we don’t get along, you and I.”

It was true. Ever since the time she reached her teens, two years ahead of me, I’d been an irritant to her; I was her embarrassing little sister. Often when she wanted to go out, our parents would make her stay at home to keep an eye on me. And it was no use her trying to have friends round, or a boyfriend, because I was always in the way. Helen had blamed me ever since for her lack of success with the opposite sex. I suppose her bitterness had rubbed off; I had long felt resentment towards the big sister who always seemed to hate me.

Now that we were both in our twenties, there was no love lost between us. We were on totally different wavelengths, and hardly spoke anymore.

“It wasn’t always like that,” I said sullenly.

She shrugged again, her expression neutral. Why was she like this, damn it? Helen was the one who started all this ugliness between us; the one who turned cold first. No point in saying so, of course — she would simply shake her head and say I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Perhaps my memory was longer than hers; didn’t it stretch back to a time before our enmity, when we were simply playmates – our role playing games with dolls, our rambles on the beach, our sisterly laughter? Perhaps the years in between had blotted all this out for her, so great was her resentment towards me.

Now here we were, in our mother’s echoing house, the day after Mom’s funeral. She’d sold her half to me for a song, and was on the eve of leaving for Ontario, and a new life.

“I’d better say goodbye now, before turning in,” she said. “I don’t expect you to get up to see me off. In fact I’d rather you didn’t.”

Why was I surprised by this? Come to that, why was I hurt? Why didn’t I just tell her to fuck off to Canada and leave me in peace? I had to face it, a part of my life was about to disappear, and suddenly I felt more connected to the playmate of my youth than to this ill-natured half-stranger standing there fussing with her luggage. People said we didn’t resemble each other, but now I actually looked long at her, and began to see the likeness. Now she seemed more like a mirror image; apart from her face being thinner and her hair darker. It caused a pang to see echoes and shadows of my old playmate where I did not expect them.

Suddenly Helen surprised me by stepping up to me, putting her arms around my neck. Surprised? More like shocked, as I caught the scent of her perfume and her sweet breath.

For a moment neither of us spoke or moved. Then she kissed me.

It was a light, gentle touch on my lips. I’d never kissed a girl, so the softness of her mouth came as a complete surprise to me. She broke away and rested her forehead against mine, traced figure eights on the back of my neck with a fingernail, and sighed.

“Damn you, Ronnie,” she whispered, her eyes lowered.

I felt my heart banging against my ribs… but with excitement rather than anger.

Then she nuzzled my face, her lips searching for mine again. This time her mouth lingered as she kissed me. The strange thing was that, instead of pushing her away, I stood there wondering if my lips felt as soft to her; realizing that this must be what it would be like to kiss myself, thinking that she was my sister and we shouldn’t be kissing this way – but none of this seemed to matter. What mattered was to experience this thing, to hold onto her, to hold onto this piece of my past.

Her hand was still behind my head, but now our mouths were pressed together and open, tongue touching tongue, her lips nibbling mine. Helen’s eyes were closed, but I couldn’t close my own, still wide in disbelief — even denial.

I studied her face, her expression softer than I had ever seen it before, and with a shock I realised that she was beautiful. Having seen that, I closed my eyes too, and enjoyed the dancing of her tongue.

Thoughts danced around my head in time to her probing tongue. This is what it’s like to kiss a woman. It’s wonderful, and I never knew! Would it be like this with other women, or was there something special about Helen’s forbidden kiss?

Then suddenly I felt a panic, as I realised that I was falling into a lesbian passion for my own sister; but that very thought suddenly thrilled me! My emotions flipped and shifted this way and that. And all the time, that caress of tongue on tongue as our mouths slid sensuously together.

I now found myself with both hands up Helen’s sweater and cupped around her breasts, my thumbs flicking her nipples. Somehow I registered the thought that she wore no bra. Again her forehead was resting against mine, again her arms were around my neck, but now she had arched backwards to let my hands touch her body. She looked at me from under lowered eyelids.

“You fucking bitch,” she said.

“Shut up! Kiss me!” I gasped.

She did so, desperately, almost brutally, as though quenching a deep, deep thirst. And as she kissed me she seized my breasts, her hands stroking, fondling… her fingers telling me beautiful lies. My mind raced, rational thoughts battling with helpless arousal. She was doing wonderful things to me – had she done this sort of thing before? Had she practiced on herself? How could I think such things about my sister? And yet, here she was – here we were making out as though our lives depended on it. Over all this two thoughts hammered away in my brain: I hate her… I want her… I hate her… I want her…

More lost minutes, vaguely aware of tearing clothes from each other’s bodies, no words spoken but low growling through clenched teeth, and labored breathing. Then all too aware of where we were, how we were – naked and entwined upon my bed, our mouths pressed together in a kiss more passionate than any I’d ever shared with a lover. She was grinding herself against me, and I found myself matching her movements.

Suddenly she tore her mouth from mine, trailing her tongue down between my breasts. Then she took an aching nipple between her lips to suckle, and I cradled my sister’s face to my chest. Helen’s tongue circled the pink tip, and my head seemed to spin right along. I felt her hand slipping between my thighs, and a whimper escaped me as she palmed my now dripping vulva.

I wanted to be the aggressor now. Sitting up, I roughly flipped my sister onto her back, then got on top of her, claiming her mouth in a crushing kiss. I reached down for her cunt, needing to take my bitch of a sister, to make her mine. I thrust two fingers into her vagina and began fucking her, hard and fast. A scream broke from her lips, and her nails bit into my back. We were sharing rough, unrestrained love that was definitely flavored with hatred… but that only made our incestuous coupling so incredibly, unbelievably hot. And we kissed again and again, as if we were passionate lovers instead of fighting sisters.

Somehow Helen and I got into a 69 position… legs thrust apart, faces buried deep in each other’s pubic curls, licking at the pink flesh we both found there, no longer caring that we were sisters, simply wanting, needing, desperate… I could think of nothing now but how wonderful she tasted, how beautiful her pussy was, how much I loved what she was doing to me.

Was it hours or mere minutes that we fucked like that? I couldn’t tell, lost as I was in her heat, exploring a black nebula of lust with two burning women right there in the middle. It felt as though we were melting; sweat poured off us, mingling with the juice of our arousal, and I felt as though I was drowning in it.

But there was nothing we could have done to stop this, as we plunged headlong towards orgasm. Helen was making a continuous keening noise, trembling uncontrollably. We clasped our arms around each other’s bodies as tight as iron bands cooling around a barrel, and forced our faces between each other’s soft thighs, licking, licking, tasting one another’s essences; we clung desperately as we both heaved in climax, Helen screaming, me gasping. Then we collapsed in a hot, sticky heap.

Rolled away, feeling cold air on my body, gooseflesh beginning to rise. I looked at the ruin of my bedclothes and at my sister. She had one hand over her face, weeping. I put my arms around her, as tenderly as I could. She reached out and pulled me close to her; now she was giving out great sobs, and with each one she thumped a fist ineffectually on my shoulder-blade.

“I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!” she said, through gritted teeth, each great sob seemingly torn from her lungs.

“Shh, Lennie, Lennie,” I said, remembering and using her own nickname from all those years ago, kissing her cheek, brushing her tears away with my lips, tasting my own cunt on her. “It’s all right. It’s all right. Shush now!”

I stroked her and talked to her until her sobs subsided into whimpers. She no longer hit me, but lay close, snuggled in my arms, warming herself on my body. I felt her lips gently brush my cheek. I drew back to gaze into her eyes… and before I knew it, we were kissing again.

We fucked over and over again that night. No words were spoken, just the sharing of pleasure. My sister and I explored every inch of each other’s bodies, and it was utterly wonderful. I marveled at having grown to adulthood without making love to another woman.

Finally, utterly spent, my sister and I lay quietly, our naked bodies curled together. Eventually her breathing became regular and quiet, and I could see that she was asleep. She looked relaxed, young, beautiful, and I kept myself awake for hours just to look at her, in wonder at her beauty and almost in disbelief at what had just happened between us.

I must have fallen asleep at some time, because my next recollection is of waking. I was alone. The duvet had been drawn over me, and I could hear Helen moving around somewhere else in the house. I got up and struggled quickly into an old rugby shirt and a pair of jogging pants. In the hall Helen was fussing with her luggage again, and putting on her shoes. We didn’t speak. I kept watch at the front window until headlights drew into our avenue.

“Your taxi’s here.”

The taxi driver took her bags out to the car. Without a backward glance my sister said, “’Bye, then,” and walked out of my life. Forever, except for a Christmas card every year. And that’s the end of the story.

Except it’s not really the end. I’ve been haunted by this episode ever since – when two playmates of long ago gave way to a flood of emotion so strong that they could not find a name for it, and had to find another way to reach one another. And except also for this: as Helen left without looking at me, for a brief second she took hold of my hand. She let it go quickly, but traced her fingers across my palm, down my own fingers, right to their tips. Her last touch – I can feel it to this very day, and feel as though I am branded…

Five years later, not a day goes by when I don’t think of my sister, remembering that night when we shared our bodies as lovers. Not a day when I don’t long for her kiss, her touch. I’ve taken other partners since then, both male and female, but none have lasted for long… none have truly satisfied that deep, deep hunger I feel for Helen.

Somehow I know — and I’m not sure how I know — that my sister and I are destined to be together again. One day, the need I feel for her will become too great to bear… or perhaps she can’t take another sleepless night, dreaming of me. Then one of us will go to the other, and the two sisters who were enemies will be lovers once more.

The End

Amber II, Chapter 5

  • Posted on October 17, 2017 at 9:04 am

By Tater Tot

When I awakened, Deanna was already up, and came back into the bedroom to pounce on me and give me lots of kisses before saying, “God, last night was awesome. You’re like the queen of pussy eating.” Then we both giggled our way to the shower, where she got down on her knees and practiced licking me until I came.

Her mom was making breakfast, and I gave her a kiss on the cheek and said, “Good morning, Mrs. C. It looks great. I’m starving.”

“Girls, I have to go to the office for a couple of hours, but I’ll be back by lunch,” Mrs. C said. Deanna had told me her mom had to work a lot, and it made me feel bad for them.

“Okay, Mom. Is there anything you want us to do — or at least me?” Deanna said with a laugh. “I guess I shouldn’t volunteer Amber to wash clothes or anything.”

Her mom laughed and said, “No, honey, I don’t think we need to bring in outside labor when we have you to do it all.”

“I really don’t mind,” I said, still eating. “Mom has to work today too, and I know how much that sucks when you really want to be at home.”

“Yes,” Mrs. C said, sort of quietly, then shrugged and took her plate to the sink. “Sooner started, sooner done. I’ll see you girls in a couple of hours.”

I helped Deanna do the dishes, then gathered a load of laundry while Deanna vacuumed. I had just started the washing machine when she slipped in behind me and wrapped her arms around me to grab my barely-there tits.

“I want to lick you right here,” she said, then slid my running shorts down, turning me to face her, kneeled and started licking. I shrugged and went with it.

She kept my shorts on for a moment — reminding me of Mom, which made me extra hot, but then slipped them off so she could spread my legs. She was getting better at giving oral, and it took only a couple of minutes for her to make me come. She licked me clean, then hopped up to share my taste with me in a hot tongue kiss.

“Tastes good,” she said as she let me go.

I giggled and said, “Yeah. Non-fattening too.”

That got us both laughing as we walked back to the living room. She spread a blanket over the couch, and had me sit on it. She straddled my lap and began kissing me again.

We made out for a while in a relaxed kind of way, then she leaned back and said, “I passed out last night. I was hoping to be awake when you came back from having sex with Mom.”

I grasped the hem of her top and pulled it off, then began to massage her breasts in an absent-minded way as I said, “Yeah, I thought about molesting you in your sleep, but figured I could wait.”

“You should have woke me up. I would’ve been happy to do the molesting myself.” She giggled. “Mom told me she didn’t get the chance to do you. She said that you made her pass out, too. Damn, Amber, you could be, like, a sex burglar — fuck everyone into a coma, then rob the house.”

I tweaked her nipple as we laughed, then I said, “You guys tell each other everything? We and Mom do.”

“Yeah,” she said, then looked guilty. “Does that bother you? I can stop talking to her about you, if you want.”

“No,” I said, running my hands along her sides, “it just seems kind of… intimate, I guess.”

Deanna looked kind of sad at that, then sighed and slid off my lap to sit beside me. “Honestly, Amber… do you think we’re weird?”

I turned sideways to face her and took her hand before saying, “No, Deanna. I think it’s great. It’s just not something I expect from other people.”

She looked pensive now. “I know what you mean. All those stupid skanks talking about their moms as if they were doing them some great favor by being their kids. Most of them are too stupid to figure out having sex makes them pregnant, and they think anyone really wants them.”

That came out really bitter and angry, so I gave her hand a squeeze. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

A tear dripped out of her eye and she said, “Kathy Dernon called Mom a dyke yesterday. You know that’ll be all over school by Monday, too. It’s n-not fair that a stupid slut like her can trash my mom and get away with it!”

Deanna was really crying now, so I pulled her to me and hugged her tightly, not really sure what to say. If someone said something bad about my mom I would probably go berserk, but I also knew that would only make things worse.

I spoke soothingly to her. “I’m sorry she’s a total douche, but I know your mom is awesome. If Dernon says anything to me, I’ll punch her in the face and tell everyone she was bullying me and I had to stand up for myself.”

Deanna giggled — still crying, oddly enough. The girl laughed all the time, which should let anyone who was interested know what a great mom she had. Hell, I was a fourteen-year-old girl and I could see that.

She wiped her eyes. “Anyway, being able to talk about this stuff is nice.” She looked sideways at me. “I think it kind of excites her to listen to me talk about doing stuff with you, but I don’t mind. I would do anything to make Mom happy. That’s why I like that you have sex with her, since I c…” She sputtered out, then turned bright red before continuing, “Um… I can’t see her g-getting another girlfriend.”

So, I thought, that’s what it is.

I pulled Deanna against me, her back resting against my chest, and wrapped both arms around her. I kissed her neck softly for a while, then began to massage her breasts as I told her about my first time with her mother. I took it slowly and gave a lot of details, and finally slipped a hand into her pants and started stroking her.

By the time I reached the part where her mom came, she thrust her hips up until her body was straight as a board, then screamed out in orgasm. Deanna was so juicy that it felt like she’d just peed on my hand.

When she collapsed back into my arms, I brought my fingers up to her face and let her lick them clean.

“Thank you,” she whispered, now sounding drowsy.

I tapped her on the nose and said, “No sleeping. I want to do a sixty-nine and I need a partner.”

At that, she regained her strength quickly and manhandled me to the bottom, then stripped off her shorts and mine before climbing on to me, thrusting her totally soaked pussy in my face. Her shaved pussy looked really good, and I wondered if Mom thought mine was this sexy.

Deanna’s and Mrs. C’s pussies were more pronounced in a way, the lips larger. Deanna’s was tight and small looking, and it was fun running my tongue through her slit. I had to burrow in to get to her clit, the way her legs were set, but then I noticed that her ass was available. Smiling a little, I got a finger nice and juicy and introduced Deanna to having a finger in her rectum.

She squealed loudly and tensed up when I pushed in, saying, “What the hell… oh, Jesus!”

I chuckled and went back to licking her as she alternately tensed and relaxed. When I licked she would try to relax, then tense again as my finger slipped a little farther into her ass.

After a while she was really getting hit and miss about working on my pussy, so I paused and said, “Do you want me to keep fucking your butt with my finger?”

“Oh, God,” she mumbled. “Yes… God, yes.”

“Then make me come,” I said in an authoritative voice.

She dove in immediately, not even bothering to reply. I kept my finger in her ass, but didn’t move it as I relaxed and let her work. When I was getting close, I let my finger start moving slowly, and my tongue gently brushed her clit.

By the time I was coming, so was Deanna, which made it pretty awesome. My pussy was spurting as hers was spraying my face, making it almost seem like I was doing it to myself.

We sort of collapsed, but both looked over to the side when we heard a soft moan. Her mom was standing in the kitchen doorway, obviously having just come in from the garage, and was staring at us, mesmerized.

When I slid out from under Deanna and got to my feet, Mrs. C froze and turned as if to flee into the kitchen. I quickly moved over to where she stood, put my arms around her and whispered, “Stop.” She did, so then I said, “Close your eyes.”

I waited, and she finally obeyed with a tiny whimper. Leading her back to the living room, I had her stand in front of the lounge chair and, as I unbuttoned her white shirt, whispered, “Don’t open your eyes, Mrs. C. Enjoy this, let it be whatever you want it to be.”

I pushed her back on the chair and knelt in front of her. I slid my hands under her skirt, then took her panties down, moving slowly. Once I had her undies off, I brought them to my face. They were pretty wet.

“Keep those eyes closed,” I reminded her. Then I turned to Deanna. She was staring wide-eyed at her mother.

I walked over and leaned down to whisper, “This is between your mom and I, but I want you to watch us.” Giving her the panties, I added, “Hold these to your face and masturbate while I fuck your mother.”

She moaned loudly, getting a moan in response from her mom. I went back, knelt in front of Mrs. C and said, “Your daughter needs to be punished, so I’m making her watch me fuck you. You don’t mind, right?”

Mrs. C thrust her hips up a little, and she let out a hard grunt as her head lolled back. I fondled her breasts through her bra, “Do you?”

“N-no,” she sobbed, “No.”

I tweaked her nipples, then put my hands down to shove her skirt up and out of the way. Pushing her legs apart, I leaned in and began kissing my way up each of her thighs, moving from one to the other, all the way to her pussy, then I buried my mouth in the juicy flesh and started enjoying her.

She got off in less than a minute, then I almost laughed when I heard Deanna come herself about three seconds later.

After that first orgasm, I worked Mrs. C close to another, then said, “Don’t come yet,” before starting to work a finger in and out of her pussy.

After a couple of minutes of that, Mrs. C was thrashing and making loud sobbing cries. I looked back at Deanna and said, “Tell your mom when it’s okay for her to come.”

“Oh, God!” Mrs. C screamed, her whole body arching up from the chair as she desperately fought her need to get off. I pushed two fingers in and began thrusting as she howled and screamed all kinds of bad words before Deanna finally said, “You can come, Mom.”

I thought the woman might go into cardiac arrest! Her whole body seized up and she let out a high pitched squealing sound, held it for a few seconds, then her pussy squirted right into my face. Twice!

Mrs. C screamed so loud that it scared me a little, and I had to hold on to keep her from falling out of the chair. When she was finished, she opened her eyes, gasped something, then went out like a light.

I turned to see Deanna on the couch with her feet up, legs spread, one hand on her pussy and the other clutching her mom’s panties to her mouth.

I walked over, knelt in front of her and said, “Taste your mother on my face.” She kissed me hard and deep, then licked and sucked every trace of her mom from my mouth and chin, saying “Oh, God” every few seconds. Then I had her moaning my name as I slowly pushed a finger into her pussy while she licked the fingers of my other hand clean. She came for me, then slumped over.

I led a dazed Deanna to back to her bedroom to lie down. When I got back to the living room, I got Mrs. C conscious enough to move over to the couch. I removed her shirt and her bra, then straddled her lap and kissed her until she was aware of me again.

I leaned back some, Mrs. C’s hands grasping my hips to keep me from falling, and started to massage her breasts as I tried to decide what I wanted to do next.

Leaning in, I gave Mrs. C a soft kiss, then murmured, “I don’t want to do anything to hurt you guys. I like how you do things and I would like to keep doing them with you. Deanna wants me to make you happy, and you don’t seem to mind me being with her, right?”

Mrs. C was enjoying the feel of my hands as they fondled her beautiful breasts, but she looked kind of conflicted as she listened to me.

I frowned. “Did you think what we just did was bad?”

She sighed and closed her eyes, finally saying, “I watched the two of you having sex, then sat here and let you do what you wanted to me. I’m not enough of a hypocrite to say anyone was wrong.”

I leaned down to capture a nipple and suck on it for a moment, then raised my head to say, “Do you want to keep this completely separate, then? I can’t fuck you guys in front of each other?”

Mrs. C was cupping my ass as my hands worked her breasts, and her head stayed back, eyes closed as she said, “I don’t know. It was s-so exciting. But… but, it — I’m her mother!”

I put my face against hers, kissed her neck, then said, “Set boundaries. Fun time and normal times. With me and Mom, everything is forgotten and forgiven during fun time.”

I went back to massaging her breasts again, really getting excited now myself. They were larger than Mom’s, though not as firm. I focused on them for a while, stroking them, then licking and sucking her nipples as I dripped juices on her skirt. Mrs. C’s hands were stroking my back, her eyes closed as I worshipped her tits.

Then I got a little freaky. I’m not sure what drove me to it, but I slid her down on her back, grabbed her hair and pushed Mrs. C’s head down, grinding my pussy against her breasts. Her hands came up to grip my ass as I grunted and yelled bad words — then a minute later, soaked Mrs. C’s breasts in my juices.

When I looked down, she was wide-eyed and massively excited, so I rolled her on her front, then climbed between her legs. I fondled her bottom for a moment as she moaned into the cushions, then got her to slide up, kneeling on the couch with her face in the cushions and her ass in the air.

I lowered my face down until it was just above Mrs. C’s ass, which was totally smeared with pussy juice. I stuck my tongue out and slowly dragged it down the length of her ass crack until it hit her pussy. She gave a screeching kind of moan as I did it, then a harsh sob as I licked back upwards and stopped at her asshole.

“God, Amber,” Mrs. C moaned softly, then, “Uh… Oh, God!” she squealed as I pushed my tongue in. I began fucking her asshole with my tongue as she squealed and moaned, begging me to do something I couldn’t make out.

My tongue was beginning to get tired when Mrs. C came. I held on as she cried and screamed a couple of bad words, then finally settled down with her face turned sideways, couch cushions tossed around, and her ass stuck straight in the air. She was kind of going “Uh, uh, uh,” as I sat up and stepped away, admiring her ass, thinking about having to spank it at some point.

I shook my head and smiled at what a sex fiend I was, then got Mrs. C to lie down and relax. She was fast asleep when I put a blanket over her and headed to Deanna’s room.

My whole body smelled like pussy, so a shower was a must. I woke Deanna up with a couple of kisses, then dragged her to the shower with me.

“You’re like some kind of sex goddess,” Deanna said with a grin as she washed my tits. One thing for sure, I always had clean breasts with her around.

I shrugged and said, “Just trying to have fun.”

When we’d rinsed off we filled the tub, a larger Jacuzzi-type that I totally envied, and slid down inside. Deanna wanted to hold me and play with my breasts, so I leaned back against her as we talked.

“I like you guys a lot,” I said, “You love each other and have fun. None of the other girls at school seem to know how much their moms do for them. I figure if you can’t even get along with your mom, you have to be a total douche.”

Deanna giggled in my ear, making me grin at how pompous I sounded. “That might just be the sex talking,” I said with a snort.

She laughed and twirled my nipples. “I was the same way, I guess, until I saw Mom with that woman that night. She seemed so tired and sad, and I realized she was working all the time. I realized every day she got up and went to work, but she also made me breakfast and cleaned the house first. Mom never went anywhere because she had to work, and I wondered if she ever did anything for herself.”

I stayed quiet as she absentmindedly massaged my breasts.

“So I tried to start helping. I wanted her to have time to… you know… be with someone if she wanted, but she always spent her time with me instead. I told her she should go out, and that I knew she… you know, she liked women.”

Deanna was quiet for a little while, then she said, “That made her cry. I felt so bad, but Mom told me that it wasn’t anything I said… she just hated that she couldn’t spend more time with me.

“So… so I just tried to be… here, I guess,” Deanna said slowly. “Then we met, and you, you know… made her happy. We talked about it.

“She was… embarrassed, I guess — but I told her what we had done, and that made her… excited. When we talked about it, it was like something we shared, or… I don’t know…”

Her hands stopped moving as she thought, then she said, “It was just perfect, I guess. We could spend time together, but she could have sex too. Mom was so happy this week!”

She tweaked one of my nipples. “So, what did you do with her, anyhow?”

I giggled and said, “Well, are you sure you want to know? It’s pretty shocking for young ears.”

We were cracking up. “You’ll have to tell me now!” she said.

“Well,” I said, “first, I played with your Mom’s tits, since they’re really awesome. Then I got a little crazy and pushed her down and kind of rubbed my pussy on them until I came.”

Deanna moaned loudly at that, making me pause. When she gasped, “Then?”

I giggled and said, “Well then, I rolled her over so I could get a good look at her ass.”

When I didn’t say anything more, Deanna pushed me. “Then? God, Amber, tell me!”

I turned toward her with a wicked grin and said, “You have to masturbate for me while I tell you. I want to see a finger in that pussy.”

By then, poor Deanna was almost frantically excited, so she slid up to the side of the tub, leaned against the wall and slowly pushed a finger inside her pussy with a whimper. Her eyes were closed as she said, “Tell me, damn it!”

I moved to a kneeling position so I could put my face by Deanna’s as I whispered, “Then I played with her ass for a while. Her cheeks are so beautiful and tight. Your Mom was moaning the whole time, but I finally made her kneel with her ass in the air and her face on the couch.”

Deanna’s finger was making squelching noises as she frantically fucked herself.

“Then,” I said softly, “I leaned forward and put my face close to her ass. Your Mom’s pussy juices had run down into the crack of her ass. I put my tongue at the top of her hole and dragged it all the way down to her pussy.”

Deanna let out a loud moan, a really loud moan, but didn’t come.

I leaned even closer, so she could feel my breath as I said, “Then I ran my tongue back up and stopped on her asshole.” I waited for a sob from Deanna before saying, “Your Mom was shaking all over, moaning and breathing hard as I began to tongue fuck her ass.”

Deanna wrapped her hands and legs around me and came with a horribly loud scream. She was frantically humping me, and damned if she didn’t even scratch me a little as she thrashed around.

It took a while for Deanna to stop twitching, then she just held me close and sobbed in my ear. I finally guided the two of us back into the water with her sitting in my lap, since she wouldn’t let me go.

When I looked up, Mrs. C. was standing in the door, a smile on her face as she watched us naked and cuddling in the tub. I was cupping Deanna’s tits as I mouthed, “I want to fuck you,” to Mrs. C.

The smile stayed, but it turned a little wicked, and her eyes shone with excitement.

Stay glued to this channel for: Chapter 6!

Can’t Stop

  • Posted on October 16, 2017 at 9:57 am

Lessons Learned, Chapter 3

  • Posted on October 15, 2017 at 6:03 am

By Amanda Lynn

“You fucked her?” exclaimed Samantha, horror and disbelief clearly evident on her face. Running a hand through her hair, she got up from her bed and walked a few feet away, then spun on her heel. She glared at Jessica, eyebrows pulled down together, lips closed tightly, becoming thinner.

“Have – you – lost – your – fucking – mind?!” Sam spoke slowly, emphasizing each word, her voice thick with anger.

The joy Jess had felt only moments before was quickly dashed. She had expected a bit of flak from her best friend, but not this level of anger. She folded her hands in her lap and stared at the floor as Sam continued to rant.

“Sam, please…” Jessica’s voice cracked. She fought to hold back her tears. Her disappointment was quickly turning to anger of her own. Why was Sam acting like this? She should be a little bit happy for me, at least. She’s supposed to be my friend.

“Please, nothing. God Jess, what have you done? What has she done to you?” Sam demanded as she wiped at the tears streaming down her cheeks.

Jessica’s head snapped up. Her anger bubbled over. “She has done nothing I didn’t want!” she barked, her own tears now flowing unabated. “Why can’t you understand? Why can’t you just be happy for me?” Jessica yelled as she stood up, her fists balled at her sides. “I thought you were my friend, Sam!”

“I am your friend, Jess.” The volume of her voice lowered as she stepped closer, lifting a hand to touch Jessica’s arm.

Jessica pulled back, her face burning with anger. “Well, you have a funny way of showing it!” Moving quickly, she pushed past Sam and headed for the bedroom door.

“Jess. Please, wait.”

“Go to hell! And stay the fuck away from me!” Jessica threw open the door and stormed from the house.

Jessica took the long way home. She needed to calm herself before walking in the front door. If her mother saw her, there would be questions — questions she didn’t want to answer, questions she couldn’t answer, as the truth would ruin lives, hers included.

Walking along the darkened sidewalk, she felt the warm breeze kiss her cheek and dry the last of the tears. She wished Jill was here right now, holding her. She could go to Jill’s apartment, it wasn’t that far away, and she had a couple of hours before she had to be home. But that’s not what they had agreed on.

It had been just over a week since they first made love in Jill’s bed. They had discussed it, deciding that at school they had to maintain the facade of a typical teacher-student relationship. Jessica did just that, even though it drove her mad to sit and watch Jill teach her class and not be able to touch her.

So, they would meet after school. Jessica would take the bus home as usual and wait inside her house until the bus was gone and the other kids who got off at her stop were out of sight. Once she was satisfied that she wouldn’t be seen, she would hurry down the street and around the corner to where Jill was waiting in her car. Jill would drive them to a secluded spot where they wouldn’t be seen.

They would get into the large back seat of her SUV and talk, and kiss, and steam up the windows as they humped and fingered each other to climax over the next hour. Jessica would then hurry home after Jill dropped her off at their rendezvous point and get her chores done before her parents got home from work.

Jessica had been so happy and giddy all week. She just had to share it all with Sam. But now she realized that had been a mistake. Sam’s reaction had been over the top, Jessica thought, and it hurt. She wasn’t looking forward to seeing her in class tomorrow.

*****

Jessica was sitting in their usual seat on the bus the next morning. The same seat she and Samantha had sat in since school started last September. When Sam got on the bus and paused at the seat, Jessica just turned her head and looked out the window. She couldn’t stop Sam from sitting there if she wanted to, but she didn’t have to like it or pay any attention to her. After a few moments had passed and she didn’t feel the familiar bounce of someone sitting down, Jessica turned from the window. Sam was not there.

She felt her stomach knot. She was still pissed at Sam, but part of her ached for the familiarity of having her friend sitting beside her, just like she had done every school day for the last several years. Jessica turned back to the window as the bus lurched away from the curb.

Jessica’s mood improved when Jill walked into the classroom. Their eyes met, and Jess gave her a small smile.

Jill smiled back, but a look of concern quickly crossed her face. Jill had noticed the empty seat beside Jessica, the one that was Sam’s. After a quick scan of the students, Jill found Sam sitting at the back of the classroom. When Jill looked back at Jessica questioningly, Jessica shook her head slowly, her smile fading. How she wished she could just get up from the desk and into Jill’s embrace.

She had hoped to have a couple of minutes with Jill at the end of class, but when the buzzer rang, several students crowded around the teacher’s desk with questions about this or that. Disappointed, Jessica left the classroom. She spent the rest of the day in a funk, not paying much attention during her other classes, noting that Sam always sat in a different seat than she usually did during classes they shared, a seat that was not close to hers. Even at lunch in the cafeteria, Sam was nowhere to be seen. As upset as she was with Sam right now, Jessica missed her friend.

The day dragged. When the buzzer rang for the afternoon break, Jessica found herself in the girls’ restroom. As she stood at the sink, washing her hands, she stared at her own reflection. The door to the restroom opened. Jessica heard this more than saw it, and looked back at her hands. Behind her, the sound of stall doors being pushed open and closed echoed through the room. Looking up at the mirror, she saw Jill approaching her. Evidently she’d wanted to make sure they were alone.

Jessica quickly turned off the tap and spun toward Jill. Her heart sank as she watched her lover move toward the door. Jessica was just about to utter a protest when Jill stopped and locked the door. A little rush of excitement flashed through her, wondering what Jill was up to. But Jill wasn’t smiling, and she didn’t have that come-hither look in her eyes. A knot formed in Jessica’s stomach and she swallowed nervously.

“Jess, are you okay?” Jill asked, concern in her voice.

Jessica frowned. Jill must have noticed her less than cheery mood. “It’s Sam,” she sighed. “We had a fight.” Jessica was looking at the floor, kicking at something with the toe of her sneaker.

“Is that why she changed seats in class?”

Jessica nodded. “Yeah.”

Jill moved to stand closer. “Can I ask what the fight was about?”

Jessica wanted to hold the woman right now, but as she turned and raised her arms to do so, she realized that her hands were still wet from the sink. Stepping to the paper towel dispenser, she pulled a towel and dried her hands.

She walked back and wrapped her arms around Jill’s waist, resting her head on her shoulder. Jill brought her arms up and returned the embrace.

“It was about us,” Jess said quietly. As soon as the last word was out of her mouth, she felt Jill stiffen.

“Us? What do you mean, us?” Jill asked. The warmth had gone from her voice.

Jess pulled away and studied her teacher’s face. The concern she had seen there moments before had changed to worry. She was staring blankly into the corner of the room, chewing her lip.

“Please, Jill, don’t be mad. I trust Sam. She won’t tell, I promise.” Jessica said, desperate to put Jill at ease.

“Then why are you two fighting?”

Jessica felt Jill’s glare as much as saw it. Her voice was tinged with anger. The teenager’s lip trembled, tears welling in her eyes. “She… she thinks it’s a mistake. That, that I’ll get hurt and that you’ll go to jail or something.”

Jill pulled her into her arms. “You took a big risk, Jess. Let’s just hope you’re right about her,” she said quietly. “Now clean your face. It’s almost class time.”

Jessica did as she was asked. Glancing over at Jill, she could see the woman was tense, uneasy. Damn it. She’s mad at me. I hope I didn’t screw this up. When she was ready, Jill unlocked the door and, without speaking further, guided Jessica out with her hand on her lower back.

Standing just out of their view, a beautiful blonde girl in a cheerleader’s uniform watched Jessica and her teacher leave the restroom together. Her eyes narrowed, and her mouth formed a mischievous grin.

*****

With the school day over, Jess stopped at her locker and gathered what she would need to do her homework that evening. She was mildly surprised that Sam wasn’t at her own locker, which was beside Jessica’s. The good thing was that it would save her the awkwardness that would surely result from an encounter. Closing her locker, she headed for the bus.

As she walked down the hall, she passed two of the prissy cheerleaders that made up Becky Wilson’s posse. Normally they would just walk past, ignoring her. But today they looked at her, sneering, speaking to one another in hushed voices. Jessica was baffled but didn’t pay them any mind. They were airheads and would be lost if Becky were to ever cut them loose.

Passing through the main lobby, Jessica happened to glance over toward the central office area. She froze in her tracks, and her stomach lurched. Sitting on a chair outside the principal’s office was Sam. Her head was down as if she were studying her hands that were folded in her lap. What the hell? Jess thought. Then the office door opened. Sam stood and entered, the door closing behind her.

For the entire trip home, her mind raced. Why was Sam in the principal’s office? Did something happen at home? Had she gotten herself in trouble somehow? As she examined the various possibilities, she suddenly felt sick. Would she? Could she? Was Sam betraying her trust? Was she telling the principal about her and Jill? Jessica groaned. She didn’t want to believe that. Sam wasn’t a rat. Or so she hoped.

After the bus had disappeared, Jessica made her way down the street and around the corner to meet Jill at their rendezvous spot. But the area was lonely with no sign of life except for the sound of a dog barking somewhere in the distance. Jessica checked her watch. She was on time. Where was Jill? Something must have held her up at school. Jessica felt uneasy, and she shivered as a cool breeze blew. For the next forty-five minutes, she paced back and forth along the same ten cement slabs of sidewalk, glancing down the street with every turn hoping to see a familiar car approaching.

Cold and tired of pacing, Jessica sighed and turned back toward home. She needed to get back if she wanted to get her chores done before her parents got home. As she began to walk, she heard a horn honk behind her. Spinning around, she recognized Jill’s car.

Jessica raced to the passenger door after the car pulled to the curb, and climbed inside. Looking at Jill, she instantly knew something bad had happened. Jill sat still, hands on the wheel and looking forward.

“Jill?” Jess asked shakily.

The woman didn’t move. Her bottom lip quivered, and her eyes welled.

“Jill, please talk to me. What happened?”

When Jill turned to face her, it was clear that she had been crying for a while. She looked at Jessica with puffy red eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

“We can’t see each other anymore, Jess.” Her voice caught as she fought to keep control.

“What! Why?” Jessica felt sick. Her own tears began to flow.

“They know, Jess. They know.” Jill bit her lip, sniffing and wiping at her face.

“No. That’s not possible. How could they know? We were so careful!” Jessica’s voice raised an octave as she spoke, fear and panic in her voice.

“They do, Jess. I’m sorry.”

Jill pulled Jessica into an embrace and held her for a moment. “They’ve put me on administrative leave for the rest of the school year. Next September, I start working at a different school in another city.” She had calmed herself enough to explain it clearly.

“That’s not fair. They can’t make you move away!” she shouted.

“Jess, honey. They are doing me, and in a way, you, a favor.”

Jill paused for a moment. “I do this, and there are no police, your family doesn’t find out, and there are no reporters asking you and your family embarrassing questions… and I don’t go to prison.”

Jess gave her a meek smile. The woman was right. This was the best thing for both of them. But still, no Jill. No lover.

Jessica sobbed hard into Jill’s shoulder. After a few minutes, she pulled from the embrace and looked at her teacher. “Will I ever see you again?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

Jill shook her head. “No, I don’t think so, sweetheart.”

“I’m going to miss you so much,” Jessica said, trying to keep from crying again. “I love being with you.”

“And I will miss you, and I will never ever forget what we shared,” Jill smiled, brushing the girl’s cheek with the back of her hand. Then she pulled her in close and kissed her deeply.

Jessica felt the passion as they kissed, wishing she could stay like this forever. Breaking the kiss, Jill looked at her and smiled. “You better get going, Jess. Your folks will be home soon.”

As Jessica started to open the car door, she stopped and turned to Jill. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Jessica crawled back over to Jill and gave her another kiss before getting out of the car. She watched Jill dive away as she began her walk home. She was hurting, heartbroken. She needed someone to blame. Who? Who could have turned them in? As far as Jessica knew, there was only one other person who knew their secret. Sam.

Jessica didn’t want to believe it. Sam was her best friend. She trusted her. And why would she do that? It didn’t make any sense. However, she had seen Sam go into the principal’s office, and right afterward Jill broke up with her. That had to be the reason. Sam had ratted on them.

When Jessica reached her house, she turned and walked up the driveway toward the front door. Reaching the door, she pulled a key from her pocket and unlocked it. She was just about to push the door open when she heard her name being called. Turning, she saw Sam jogging up the sidewalk toward her.

Not moving, she waited until Sam came to a stop only a few feet from her. Jessica felt disappointed and betrayed by her friend. Why was she here? To gloat?

“Jess. I want to apo…”

Jessica cut her off. “She’s gone, Sam. I hope you’re happy,” she said folding her arms across her chest.

Sam’s eyes widened. “What? Who’s gone? What are you…”

Jessica cut her off again. “Yeah. As if you don’t know.” She paused, glaring at Sam. “Jill is gone. That’s who. She was forced to go on leave for the rest of the school year and then work at a school in another city next year.”

“But, Jess, I didn’t…”

“The only other person who knew about us was you, Sam. I saw you go into the principal’s office today. Next thing I know, Jill is ending it with me. You told the principal about us, didn’t you?!” Tears were flowing again.

“No, Jess, I didn’t. I wouldn’t,” Sam stammered, her own tears running down her cheeks.

Jessica shook her head. “I wish I could believe you.”

She turned toward the front door and opened it. Stepping inside, she looked back at Sam. “Goodbye.” Then she closed the door.

*****

Jessica was miserable. She had lost both the woman she loved and her best friend. Forcing herself to put one foot in front of the other, she made her way up the walk to the school building, and inside.

She heard a woman’s voice call her name. “Jessica.”

Jessica looked at the direction of the voice and saw her principal, Ms. Jenkins, standing at the doorway to the main office. She couldn’t read the woman’s expression, and it wasn’t making her feel any better.

“I would like to speak to you for a moment please.”

Her heart racing, Jess made her way to Ms. Jenkins. This had to be about Jill. What else could it be? Ms. Jenkins led her into her office and motioned for her to have a seat. Closing the door, she moved around behind the desk and sat in her chair.

“It’s okay, Jessica. You’re not in trouble or anything,” she said softly, sensing Jessica’s nervousness.

Jessica tried to relax, but it was difficult. Being summoned to the principal’s office isn’t usually a good thing.

“I wanted to talk to you about Ms. Lessel, Jill.”

Jessica swallowed hard. She was sure Ms. Jenkins knew everything. “Okay.”

“I need to know for sure that what happened between the two of you was consensual. That you were a willing participant, and not forced.” Her tone was serious. She leaned slightly forward, hands folded on her desk.

Jessica nodded. Her stomach flip-flopped. “Yes. I wanted to.”

“Good. That’s what I was hoping to hear,” she said, pushing back and smiling.

Jessica was confused. It was almost if Ms. Jenkins was okay with what they had done. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t get me wrong, Jessica. What happened between you two was very dangerous. Had I been anyone else, Jill would probably be in jail right now. And the lives of you and your family would be in turmoil. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“I do,” Jessica said. “Sam tried to warn me about what could happen. But… I don’t understand why Sam would tell you about us if she knew the problems that would cause.”

Ms. Jenkins raised an eyebrow. “Sam? Sam who?”

“My friend, Samantha Landry. She was in your office yesterday. She told you about Jill and me.”

Smiling, Ms. Jenkins glanced at a student file that was open on her desk. A photo of Sam was attached to the flyleaf. “She did no such thing, Jessica. Samantha was in here because she had, for lack of a better term, defended your honor behind the school yesterday.”

It was Jessica’s turn to look confused. “What? Defended my honor?”

“Why, yes. She wouldn’t give me all the details,” Ms. Jenkins began to explain, “but it seems that Becky Wilson said some very unflattering things about you, so Samantha shut her up. With a fist to her face. Broke Becky’s nose and gave her one heck of a shiner.”

Ms. Jenkins chuckled, closing the folder and placing it in her out basket. “As much as I think Becky deserved what she got — and you didn’t hear that from me — I had to punish Samantha with a week’s suspension. That was why you saw her here.”

Jessica was shocked. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Sam had punched out Becky for saying something bad about her. Jessica suddenly felt sick. She had falsely accused Sam of betraying her when she was, in fact, defending her.

“Are you okay?” Ms. Jenkins asked, seeing the color drain from Jessica’s face. “You look ill.”

Jessica groaned. “Sam and I fought the other day when I told her about Jill and me. We hadn’t spoken again until yesterday when I blamed her for telling you about us. Oh god, what have I done.” She put her head in her hands.

Ms. Jenkins came around the desk and sat in a chair beside Jessica, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“You will need to talk to her then, let her know you screwed up. I’m fairly sure she will forgive you. She cares about you very much. Probably more than you realize,” Ms. Jenkins said in a soothing voice.

Jess looked up at Ms. Jenkins and saw a reassuring smile on her face. She decided right then she would go to Sam’s house after school and apologize. Hopefully, Sam would be willing to talk to her. Jessica had to wonder, though… if Sam hadn’t told on them, who had?

“If it wasn’t Sam, then how did you find out?” she asked.

“Jill told me.”

Jessica felt like she just got a punch in the stomach. Jill told her? Why would she do that? Why would she take such a risk?

“I don’t understand. Why would she do that?” Jessica asked. “And why didn’t you call the cops?” she added as an afterthought.

Ms. Jenkins paused and studied Jessica’s face. When she spoke again, her tone was serious. “Jessica, if I tell you… if you care about Jill, you’ll have to promise me that what I say will never leave this room.”

Jessica nodded. “Yes. Of course. I promise.” She felt anxious, wondering what could be so secretive.

Ms. Jenkins stood long enough to get her cup of coffee from her desk, then sat back down. Taking a sip, she began to speak. “If it had been any other teacher, I might have called the cops. But I didn’t with Jill, because… we used to be lovers.” She paused for a moment letting that sink in. “When I was her high school teacher.”

Jessica stared at her wide-eyed. “Wow,” was all she could say.

“So, I could understand what she was going through. The thrill of being with you, and the ever-present fear of getting caught. It was tearing at her, eating her up inside. It was that fear that had brought her to see me yesterday and confess what was going on.”

“So, nobody knew about us before she told you?”

“Not as far as I’m aware. Except for Sam, who you told,” Ms. Jenkins said. “Jill cares about you, and she didn’t want to hurt you. She was afraid that just trying to break it off wouldn’t work. The temptation would be too great for one or both of you to try and get together again. She knew that if she told me, I would have to do something. Because if I didn’t, and somewhere down the road your romance got out, then my ass would be in a sling too.”

“I wish she had talked to me about it first. We could have worked something out,” said Jessica, wiping at a tear.

“Maybe so,” Ms. nodded, “but I don’t think she wanted to take that risk. Because of our relationship, she knew it was safe to confide in me, and we could figure a way out, so-to-speak. The paperwork will show that her administrative leave and subsequent transfer to another school will be because of illness in the family.”

Jessica sat and stared at her hands, folded on her lap. Jill had chosen to leave her. Not only break up, but physically leave. Why didn’t she tell her about this plan? Was she really afraid to? Was she just trying to protect her?

Then there was Sam. Jessica had hurt Sam, and may have destroyed their friendship. Maybe, hopefully, Ms. Jenkins was right, and Sam would be able to forgive her. She could only hope.

When Ms. Jenkins and Jessica had finished their discussion, Jessica headed for her locker, and then to start her day of school. She was feeling a bit better than she had when she’d arrived, but her thoughts were occupied by the revelations from her meeting with the principal.

The day ended, and Jessica took the bus home. She sat alone in the same seat she always sat in, wishing that Sam was there beside her. Hopefully, she thought, she will be again soon. Jessica got off the bus at the stop before hers, and soon was standing at the front door of Sam’s house. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she knocked on the door.

The door opened after several moments, and Jessica was greeted by Mrs. Landry.

“Jessica, hello,” she chirped. “It’s good to see you. Please come in.”

“Hi. Thanks,” Jessica replied. “Is Sam home?”

“Yes, she’s in her room,” the woman said. “She’s been a mess since your fight. She misses you terribly. But, don’t tell her I said that,” she added with a laugh.

Jessica gave a weak smile. “I’ve missed her too. And it’s been all my fault. I really hope she’ll forgive me.”

Mrs. Landry smiled sympathetically and gave Jessica a hug. “I’m sure you two will work it out. You’ve been friends for far too long to throw it away so easily. Now go on. Make up with her.”

Kicking off her sneakers and setting her backpack down, she headed up the stairs to Sam’s room. Taking another deep breath, she knocked on the bedroom door.

“It’s open,” a voice said from inside the room.

Jessica opened the door and stepped inside. “Hi,” she said shyly.

She waited, looking at Sam who had her back to her as she sat in front of her computer. Jessica braced for the worst as Sam’s chair spun around at the sound of her voice.

Sam stood, a broad smile on her face. That smile. So genuine. Relief washed over Jessica. All wasn’t lost.

“Jess!” she yelled excitedly. With three large steps, she covered the distance between them. “I’m so happy to see you. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you or —”

Jessica cut her off. “Sam, please, stop. It’s me who should be apologizing, not you.”

She took Sam into her arms and held her quietly for a moment. “I’m the one who is sorry. I thought you were jealous or something. I got so mad at you for just trying to be my friend, for trying to save me from myself.”

Jessica let go of the embrace and closed the bedroom door. She led Sam over to the bed, and they sat on the edge.

“You were right. Everything you tried to tell me was true, and it almost happened. Then I accused you of telling the principal about Jill and me. I am so very sorry, Sam,” Jessica said, her eyes welling. “I was such an asshole. Can you ever forgive me?”

“Of course I can. You’re my best friend, and I love you.” Sam took Jessica’s hand in hers, rubbing her knuckles with her thumb. “To be honest, I was a bit jealous of Jill.”

Jessica looked at her friend. “Because I was spending more time with her than you?”

“Sorta.” Sam leaned over and lightly pressed her lips to Jessica’s, lingering there.

“But more,” Sam said shyly as she pulled her mouth away, “because she was kissing you, and I wasn’t.”

“Sam? What are you saying?” Jessica asked, looking down at the thumb rubbing her hand, and then into the big brown eyes that were smiling just as much as Sam’s mouth was.

Samantha sighed, “I guess I didn’t really realize how I felt until you told me you had sex with her. Or I didn’t want to admit it. I don’t know. All I know is that the thought of you with her hurt so much. I tried to tell myself it was just petty jealousy, but I knew it really wasn’t, not all of it anyway.”

“Sam, I don’t know what to say. I mean…”

Shaking her head, Sam smiled and placed a finger on Jessica’s lips. “It’s okay. You don’t need to say anything, Jess.” She paused for a second or two. “Back when we used to practice kissing, I loved it. Holding you that way and kissing you. When it was over, I told myself that what I’d felt was just part of the experience and didn’t mean anything. Same as when we sometimes masturbate together under the covers. The thought of you touching yourself really excites me and it always makes me want to touch you. But again, I would just chalk it up to the moment and nothing else.”

Sam paused and looked over Jessica’s shoulder at a spot on the wall as she collected her thoughts. “Even you having the hots for Jill bothered me, but I figured a relationship between you two wouldn’t really go anywhere, so I pushed it aside. But it did get me wondering why I felt that way.”

Jess was stunned by the confession. Had Sam just came out to her? Holy crap! Although Jessica did find Sam attractive, she had accepted the fact — until now, anyway — that Sam was straight. Nothing more than their schoolgirl kissing practice and occasional masturbation sessions under the comforter during sleepovers was all that would ever happen between them. Or so she’d thought.

Samantha continued, “When you told me you were having sex with her, it made me… well, ill. I thought I might actually lose you. So, I talked to Mom about what I was feeling, and she helped me realize that what I felt for you might be more than just friendship.”

“You told her about Jill and me?” Jessica asked, a twinge of panic racing through her.

“No, silly,” Sam giggled. “I just told her you were very interested in someone, and how that made me feel.” Taking Jessica’s hand in hers, Sam looked into her eyes. “When I said I loved you, I meant it, Jess. But, I mean, it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. If all you want is to be friends, that’s okay too. I just need you in back in my life.”

Jessica was overwhelmed with the thoughts and emotions that swirled through her. She sat and stared dumbfounded at her friend. She loves me? As in, loves me loves me?  This was wonderful, and scary and… damn. Jill had only been out of her life for one day. Was she ready to begin a new relationship this soon? If she was to start a new relationship, exploring one with Sam certainly wouldn’t be out of the question.

A tear rolled down Jessica’s cheek. Before she could wipe it away, Sam’s thumb did. Jessica looked closely into Sam’s eyes. Slowly, she leaned in until their lips touched. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the sensation of Sam’s mouth against hers. Jessica pushed her lips a little harder against Sam’s when she felt her moan vibrate against her mouth. Bringing her hands up to Sam’s shoulders, she held her. Jessica felt a warmth run through her starting deep down inside.

Sam whimpered when Jessica ended the kiss. “That was nice,” Sam said dreamily.

Chuckling, Jessica said, “The least I can do for my knight in, um… torn blue jeans.”

“Huh?”

“Ms. Jenkins told me about your chivalrous act,” Jessica snorted. “Broke Becky’s nose for me. I’m honored.” She winked at her friend.

“The bitch had it coming,” Sam grunted.

“So, I heard.” Jessica paused. “But, Sam, Ms. Jenkins also said that Jill was the one who told on us.”

Sam looked at her in surprise. “What?!”

Jessica nodded and gave her the abridged version of the conversation she’d had with the principal. Then she picked up Sam’s hand and kissed her palm. “I had feelings for Jill, and I enjoyed being with her,” she said, rubbing Sam’s palm. “But I am realizing now that it probably never would have lasted. Also, I’m kind of miffed at the way she ended it and just left town.”

“I can understand that,” Sam said softly.

“You said earlier that you wanted me back in your life,” said Jessica. “Sam, I never left it. I have missed you so much, but my stupid pride wouldn’t allow me to admit I was wrong. I thought I might have lost the most important person in my life. You.”

Tears flowed down Sam’s cheeks again. “Jess,” she blubbered.

Jessica pulled Sam into an embrace, and they rocked together, both giggling and crying, for several minutes before Jessica spoke again. “Sam, you are my best friend, and I love you so much.”

“I hear a but coming,” Sam said, as her chin dipped to her chest.

“And I would like to explore a relationship with you. But I need some time. Could you just be my friend right now?” Jessica asked.

Sam raised her head and smiled brightly. “Of course, Jess. I’m always here for you, no matter what.”

They both sniffed and giggled and wiped tears from their faces before falling into each other’s arms again.

“You know,” Jessica said seductively as she rubbed Sam’s back. “There’s no reason why we can’t continue our kissing practice.”

Sam froze. “Really?”

Jess shrugged. “Sure. If you want to, that is.”

Sam giggled. “I do,” she said enthusiastically. “And, um, what about… you know…”

A flash of excitement raced through Jessica. “What?” she asked playfully.

“Um… during sleepovers, under the covers. Sexy movies,” Sam whispered into Jessica’s ear.

“Really, Sam? You can swear like a drunken sailor, but you can’t say masturbate?”

Jessica could feel the heat grow in the ear that Sam had resting against her neck.

“Fine,” Sam said with an exaggerated sigh. “Can we masturbate together still?”

“If you promise to keep your hands to yourself. I know how you newbie lesbians can be,” Jessica chuckled and was rewarded with a slap on the butt.

“Not funny, Jess. I’m in a vulnerable state right now, and you should be sympathetic to my needs.”

Jessica pulled back from the embrace and eyed her friend. “You just came out to me, Sam. It’s not like you’re pregnant,” she snorted.

Sam laughed and then put a hand behind Jessica’s head and pulled her close and kissed her. As their mouths moved together, Jessica pushed her tongue forward and searched. She wrapped her arms around her friend as Sam did the same. Their tongues danced and swirled, and they fell together back onto the bed. Lost in the kiss, they didn’t hear the knock on the door.

“Oh my,” said Mrs. Landry, bringing a hand to her mouth, “I’m sorry, girls.”

The pair broke the kiss and sat up.

“Mom!” Sam exclaimed. “We were… I mean… um…”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I guess you didn’t hear me knock,” said her mother with a grin. “It was so quiet up here, I was beginning to think you might have killed each other. Happy to see you didn’t.”

The girls laughed.

“Nope. No homicides,” Sam giggled. “Besides, I don’t know how I could have gotten the body out of the house without you noticing.”

“All right. So, I guess it goes without saying that you’ve made up. I’m glad it all worked out.”

Mrs. Landry stepped into the hall, then paused. “And Samantha, next time you two want to say you’re sorry, please lock your bedroom door.” Leaving the two girls red-faced and speechless, she closed the door.

Continue on to Chapter 4

Tracy’s Dilemma, Chapter 8

  • Posted on October 14, 2017 at 8:03 am

By Cheryl Taggert

Several days passed, and Becky had been thinking of her fun with Kelli ever since the time she had gone to the teenager’s house and gotten naked with the older girl. She wanted to have more fun, but Kelli hadn’t been home the past couple of days. She spoke to one of the girls who lived next door to Kelli, and the girl — she thought her name was Lana or Laura — said Kelli and Kate had gone out of town on a family emergency, but they would be back soon.

“Why you wanna see Kelli?” the girl asked, looking suspicious that a nine-year-old like Becky would be looking for a fourteen-year-old.

“She loaned me a quarter the other day and I wanna pay her back,” Becky said. Becky loved old movies about gangsters, and she had heard that line used to explain why someone was being looked for a hundred times, at least. Of course, in the movies it was a lot more than twenty-five cents, but she knew if she said a big amount, the older girl would know she was lying.

Becky went back home, feeling very horny for a girl who had only learned about orgasms just a few days before. She had heard about them, but she had never actually had one until Kelli licked her coochie. She remembered that Kelli said she should call it her pussy, but Becky still called it her coochie in her own mind. Becky wanted Kelli to lick her there again, not to mention how she wanted to lick Kelli this time, but now Kelli was out of town. Disappointed and sexually frustrated for the first time in her life, she trudged home, where Tanya, her sixteen-year-old sister was in charge of watching her.

When Becky walked into her house, a memory struck her, and she was amazed she hadn’t thought of it before. She had caught her sister Tanya touching her own coochie before, even though Tanya had no idea she had been caught with her hand on her privates. She wondered if she could somehow get Tanya interested in playing around like that with her. She might even be able to get Tanya to lick her. She might even get to lick Tanya in return!

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Tanya Borden lay on her bed, wishing she didn’t have to keep an eye on her bratty little sister. Her mom treated her like a slave, making her do the babysitting instead of hiring someone to do the onerous job. Tanya was especially upset that her mom didn’t give her one fucking dime to babysit. “I put a roof over your head and food in your stomach. That should be enough,” her mom had said. The bitch! How would she like it if her boss at her office said, “I provide you a place to get away from your kids for a day, so you don’t get paid because that should be enough”?

At least Becky didn’t sit around the house all day and mope or watch TV or something. She was an outdoor girl and spent most of her time playing outside, usually alone since the cretin was unable to have friends or something. Tanya had friends, but they weren’t allowed to come over during the day because her bitch of a mom said no friends allowed. “You and your sister can entertain each other,” her mom had said when she’d complained about not being able to have any fun while watching the little twerp.

So, instead of having friends over to talk about guys, she had to talk to them on the phone. The only problem with that was that if ‘her highness’ walked in to demand a snack or anything else, Tanya had to end the call because what she talked about with her friends was not for her sister’s ears. Hell, it wasn’t for any nine-year-old’s ears. Either they were talking about guys and sex or just sex. Becky didn’t know shit about that stuff, and the way her mom protected the little witch, she probably wouldn’t know anything about it until she was forty or something.

As she lay there that morning having a silent hissy fit about her unpaid job, a thought crossed her mind. It had been rolling around in her brain for about a week, but now it was starting to become an obsession. What if she taught that little shit, Becky, about sex? It would serve her mom right if her little angel learned about sex at such an age. When Tanya was nine, she only knew you peed out of your pussy. Oh, sure, she’d managed to discover that certain pressures and touches felt good, but that was all. She had no fucking idea what to do about it. It wasn’t until a friend had told her about online porn when she was ten that Tanya got curious and went looking for some of it to satisfy her curiosity. And as they say, curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought him back. She had indeed managed a shit-load of satisfaction from the online treasures she found.

First there were stories out there by the millions. At first, all of them turned her on just because they — and the feelings she got from them — were new to her. Then she realized there were certain stories that turned her on more than others. Then she began seeking stories by certain authors because their writing was better than that of most of the other writers.

Then, just last week, she had found the mother lode. She had read stories like these before and was quite surprised they turned her on. She had no idea why they did; they just did. The realization made her feel rather pervy. She encountered the first of them at a site called nifty.org. Then she discovered a few other sites through links, but when she found this one site a week ago yesterday, she had been forced to admit that if this stuff really did turn her on as much as it had, then she would just have to accept that she was a perv. Or maybe she was more normal than she knew and that people just never admitted how they felt about such things.

The site she had found the week before was called Juicy Secrets. The stories were about girls having sex with other girls, but it was more than that. She had found that most of the stories involved incest, which was pervy enough, but they also involved little girls. It was pedo stuff, but with women and older girls having sex with the younger ones instead of men.

At first, she thought about how the girls in the stories were all much more in tune with their bodies than real girls their age, deciding that was why they called it fantasy. Then Tanya had read some of the comments from some of the readers, as well as some of the authors. Apparently, there were a lot of girls who had learned about sex and orgasms at a young age. She had begun corresponding with one of the authors and an owner of the site, Cheryl Taggert, who told her that yes, she had actually discovered those ‘good feelings’ when she was little. Very little, in fact, like only four.

Tanya had been forced to admit her secret fantasy to herself. She still liked guys and enjoyed sex with them on occasion. But what really had started to turn her on was the idea of having sex with a little girl. A little girl who was willing and eager to do the things she thought about.

The sixteen-year-old had enjoyed girl-girl sex, but always with friends her own age. She and Marcia Daniels had even allowed a couple of boys they liked to watch them together. It was kinky and fun until the boys wanted to horn in on what they were doing. That was when they made a pact never to let a boy watch them again.

Now, she began to wonder if Becky would do stuff like that with her if she taught her about it. She knew the twerp wouldn’t tell, even if she didn’t want to do it, because she knew what kind of a living hell the house would be if their mom found out that Tanya had even attempted such a thing.

As Tanya lay there that morning, images began to crowd her brain. She saw herself talking Becky into messing around, getting the little imp naked with her, and having her baby sister lick her pussy, which was rapidly demanding some attention. She wondered what it would be like to lick Becky’s bald pussy. She had seen it before, of course. They rarely worried about brief flashes of nudity as they traveled from taking a bath to their bedrooms, not even their mother, whom the girls saw naked nearly every day since she kept her bedroom door open while she got ready for work each morning after her shower. Not only that, they had only one bathroom, and female nudity was fairly common in the hallway that led from the bathroom to each of the bedrooms.

Until recently, her naked sister never turned her on. Now, it seemed to be all she could think about. Since discovering the Juicy Secrets website, fantasies involving Becky had increased in frequency. This morning they were the only thing she could think about. She had even stopped being so pissed at her mom. Yes, she saw seducing Becky as pay-back at her mom for making her watch her sister all the time, but it was also very enticing. When she felt a sudden, wet throbbing in her pussy, she realized it was more than enticing. It was becoming damn near a necessity.

Tanya was wearing gym shorts that morning, along with her panties and a midriff t-shirt. Reaching down, she squeezed her pussy, feeling the electricity shooting through the excited flesh. She glanced at her bedside clock, which showed 8:27 a.m. Becky had left the house just a short time ago. She had knocked on Tanya’s bedroom door and said she was going out to play, and that meant she wouldn’t be home for at least another hour or two, depending on when she decided she wanted a snack.

Tanya grasped the waistband of her gym shorts and peeled them down. Then hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her cotton panties, she tugged them over her butt and hips and off. Then she lifted the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head, leaving her naked. She noticed Becky had left her bedroom door slightly ajar when she had left to go outside, but Tanya decided not to worry about it. Becky wouldn’t be home until well after she finished coming. In fact she felt she would have time for a shower and a phone call to Marcia by the time her little sister came back home.

She had plenty of time. She might come four or five times before getting out of bed, though she usually stopped at two — three at the most.

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Becky thought about Tanya as she quietly entered the house. She wondered if Tanya had fallen back to sleep. She would do that sometimes, and the house was completely quiet, so naturally, Becky assumed her sister was still in bed.

She wondered how she should get her sister interested in sex. It wasn’t as if she could just walk up to her and say, “Kelli, that girl down the block, taught me about orgasms. You wanna give me one?” She had no idea how to bring up the subject of sex. She sat on the sofa and thought about it for several minutes. She wondered if she could confess to catching Tanya touching herself but decided against that idea since that might only make Tanya mad.

Then she came upon a plan that might work. Maybe she could tell her that someone she knew had told her about sex and touching and so she was coming to her big sister to find out what was true about it.

Becky smiled, rose from the sofa, and tip-toed down the hall to Tanya’s bedroom door. The carpet helped hide the sound of her footsteps as she approached the partially open door. Just as she was about to knock softly, she heard something that made her freeze, her hand less than an inch from making contact with the door. She felt her mouth drop open.

She heard Tanya whimper. She could have thought it was Tanya crying about something, but Tanya rarely cried anymore. Also, the sound was now familiar to Becky. She had heard that same sort of whimpering from Kelli when she was about to have an orgasm. It also sounded like Tanya that time she had caught her sister touching her coochie.

Becky felt confused, aroused, and lucky, all at the same time. She wondered what she should do now that Tanya was doing stuff to herself, which led to the confusion. Her arousal was due to the fact Tanya was masturbating on the other side of the partially open door, and she felt lucky because the idea that Tanya was already turned on somehow made what she had to do easier. For a moment, she wondered if she should just walk in and catch her, but she decided against that idea. Just like confessing to catching her before, catching her now could just make Tanya mad.

Becky decided to stick to her original plan. The difference now was that she was aware that Tanya was already horny and wanting an orgasm. Becky hoped that would give her an advantage. Taking a deep breath and doing her best to make her pussy calm down, she knocked gently on the door.

Except that her knock was a little too gentle. Tanya didn’t even seem to notice it. She took another breath and knocked again, more forcefully this time.

“What?!” Tanya said.

“Can I come in?” Becky asked.

She heard some scrambling on the bed, followed by Tanya saying, “Uh, sure. Okay.”

Becky walked in and immediately knew Tanya was naked under the covers of her bed. Her big sister was holding the covers up nearly to her chin in an effort to cover as much of herself as possible.

As soon as she crossed the threshold of the door, Tanya said, “Yeah? What is it?”

“I — uh — needed to talk to you ’bout something.”

Tanya heaved a heavy sigh and said, “What? And make it quick.”

“Well, uh,” Becky began then wondered if she could go through with it. She continued, “Uh, well, I mean, I was, uh–”

“Jeez, Becky! Either say what you need to say or go away. I’m busy!”

Becky felt her cheeks beginning to burn. She turned to leave but stopped herself. Her teacher had told her she needed to be more assertive, explaining what the word meant, and this was, after all, her sister. Tanya might hate her, but this would not make her hate her any more than she already did. She decided at the last second to take the more direct route.

“I know what it is you’re doing.”

Tanya stared at Becky. How could she know? She’s just nine. Then Tanya realized her little sister might know more than she thought. That erotica author Cheryl did at age nine.

“What was I doing?” Tanya asked in an accusatory tone.

“You were playing with your coochie.” There, thought Becky. That was assertive.

Tanya stared at Becky, wondering what to say next. After a beat, she said, “How would you know that?”

“I just know.” Becky didn’t want to involve anyone else in this conversation if she could help it, and explaining how she knew might require mentioning Kelli.

“Were you spying?”

“No. I’ve just–”

“Just what?” Tanya asked, wondering where the fuck this was going.

“I’ve seen you doing it before — and heard you.” There, the cat was out of the bag now. “And I heard you when I walked up to your bedroom door just now.”

Tanya squinted at her little sister. “When did you see me before?”

“A while back,” Becky answered. “I don’t remember what day or anything. It was a couple of weeks ago, I think.”

“You didn’t tell Mom, did you?”

“Of course not. She’d hit the roof.”

Tanya wasn’t sure what her mom would do exactly since she had to know most girls masturbate. Hell, even her mom might since she was still a healthy young woman and had no man in her life, or woman for that matter. Tanya mostly didn’t want the embarrassment of her mom knowing it for certain.

“Well, thanks for that. Anyway, since you know what I was doing, maybe you know I want to get back to it, so what did you want to ask me?”

“Actually,” Becky said and swallowed hard. “I was kinda hoping you might, uh, let me watch.”

“Watch?” Was Becky saying what Tanya thought she was saying?

“Yeah. You see, well, I — uh — I get to feeling like that too.”

Tanya immediately thought of Cheryl Taggert, who had discovered sexual stimulation at age four. Then the older girl realized this was tantamount to a dream come true. If Becky was wanting to watch her, maybe she was willing to . . . do more.

Tanya said, “You feel horny sometimes, too?”

“Yeah.”

Tanya glanced around the room, as if something might be written somewhere to advise her how to go about this. Then she looked at Becky. “Are you — horny right now?”

Becky nodded.

“Well, um, I’m, uh, naked,” Tanya said, blushing. Each word felt like a paragraph all its own.

Be assertive! Becky thought and said, “Can I see?”

“You promise you won’t tell?”

“I promise.”

“Not anybody,” Tanya said.

“Sure.” Becky’s eyes were glued to the covers. She had seen Tanya naked many times before, and it surprised her that for some reason this felt different. She was so used to seeing Tanya naked, she could draw her in the nude from memory if she had that talent. This time, though, it felt entirely different. The thought of seeing Tanya naked now gave her goosebumps. She felt twinges in her coochie at the thought of it.

“Okay,” Tanya said, and pulled the covers back, exposing her naked body to her little sister’s gaze. Becky’s focus floated over her sister’s body, landing on the girl’s pubes. She noticed that the inner labia, which were slightly visible, were shiny, reddish pink and wet. This made her remember Kelli’s coochie from a few days before.

“How do you touch yourself?” Becky asked, the inflections indicating she touched her own pussy as well.

Tanya reached down and began to massage her clit softly, wanting to make this last, especially if this might lead to fulfilling her fantasy.

Becky continued to stare at Tanya. I’m watching my sister do herself, she thought. And she’s letting me watch. The thought excited Becky, and she crossed her legs where she stood, pinching them together to stimulate her coochie.

Tanya noticed Becky’s movements and said, “Why don’t you come over here where you can see it better?”

Becky seemed to leap upon her sister’s bed, moving down to where she could see what Tanya was doing to get the most from her touches.

Before she got too involved to be able to do more than come, Tanya stopped for a moment and said, “Why don’t you get undressed too?”

“Are you sure?”

Tanya smiled. “Absolutely.”

Becky stood up and shucked her clothes. She stood before her big sister, totally naked, but now naked in a way she never had been before. She was now horny and naked. And that made a world of difference.

She jumped back on the bed and watched as Tanya once again began massaging her coochie. After a moment, she said, “Paula Franklin says sometimes people lick and kiss coochies.”

Tanya froze, wondering if she hadn’t gone to sleep and this was just a dream. Starting back again with her masturbation, she said, “Yeah. She’s right. They do.”

“Have you ever done that? Licked a girl’s coochie?”

Tanya thought, in for a penny. . . . “Well, you promise never to tell?”

“I said I did before.”

“Well, that has to go for everything.”

“It does.”

“Then, yes. As a matter of fact, I have.”

“Do you like it?”

This was too good to be true! Tanya wondered if she was dreaming. “Yes.”

“You wanna lick mine? I’ll lick yours!” Tanya almost laughed, thinking how Becky said it as if she would have to reciprocate to get Tanya to lick her pussy. She wouldn’t have to do that, of course, but she certainly wouldn’t turn it down.

For her part, Becky, who had never licked or kissed a coochie before, had been thinking about it ever since Kelli had licked her pussy to her first orgasm and wanted desperately to try it. She had licked Kelli’s fingers after they were coated with the older girl’s juices, and she had since decided she absolutely loved the taste and wanted to lick a coochie herself.

“Do you know what a sixty-nine is?”

“No, what?”

“It’s when one person lies on top of another person with their faces toward each other’s pussies — or at least it would be with two girls — and they lick each other there.”

“You wanna do that?” Becky asked.

“Sure, babe. Lie face down on top of me with your head at my puss.”

Becky did as instructed and stared at the wet pussy before her. She’d done it! Tanya was going to lick her while she licked Tanya. And it had been so easy, it was almost as if Tanya had wanted to do it as much as she did.

Becky bent her head to lick her sister’s coochie. Tanya’s flavor was different from the brief taste Becky had had when she licked Kelli’s finger, but only slightly so. Tanya’s fluids were delicious and warmer than the taste she’d had of Kelli’s, probably because it had been outside the girl’s coochie for a while when she had licked Kelli’s cream-covered finger.

This, however, was like warm honey. Becky savored the flavor and wondered if she could ever get enough of it.

Tanya couldn’t believe how easy this had been. It was as if some force had seen to it that her dream became a reality. She molded her mouth to her baby sister’s pussy, flicking the nine-year-old’s clit with her tongue. Becky bucked her hips as her big sister brought her nearer to an orgasm with each swipe of her tongue.

Soon, Tanya began to come, her moans and screams muffled by Becky’s pussy. Soon after Tanya reached her climax, Becky entered her own, the second of her young sex life. The child bucked up and down and side-to-side, grinding out the orgasm as it slammed through her. It was much better than the one with Kelli, and she wondered why that was.

As she and Tanya lay beside each other, caressing the softness of the other, Becky asked about it, saying she had only had one other orgasm but that this one was much better.

“Your first is sort of a training experience,” Tanya said. “As you have more and more, they get better and better.”

“Oh,” Becky said, and lay there continuing to stroke her sister while basking in the afterglow of sex.

“Were you masturbating when you had your first one?”

Without thinking, Becky said, “No, Kelli was lick–” Her eyes widened in shock that she had accidentally told about what she and Kelli had done. She stared at Tanya.

“You can’t tell! Swear you won’t!” Becky said, near tears.

“Of course, I won’t, babe. Who am I to go telling on someone like that?” Tanya, whose attitude toward her baby sister had changed drastically in the past hour, held Becky close and kissed her on the head, soothing her and calming her. “Don’t cry, baby. I won’t tell. I promise.”

“Okay. Thanks.” Becky sniffled as the tears began to dry up.

“I do want to meet with Kelli, though. That sounds like fun.”

Becky grinned up at her big sister. “Okay, but let me talk to her first. She’s not home now, but she should be back soon. They’re out of town on a family emergency.”

“That’s cool, hon. Until then, we still have each other, right?”

Becky’s grin grew bigger. “Right.”

Chapter 9 is coming soon!

My Family, Friends, and Sex – Chapter 16

  • Posted on October 13, 2017 at 9:31 am

By Purple Les

“My word,” said Siobhan. “This is so erotic. How beautiful. I find myself becoming very aroused watching you two.”

Now I felt like something really hot was going to happen after all. Then I thought how Mary was right again after all. How did she always manage to know everything? I didn’t care though. I was having fun kissing her while Siobhan watched us.

Then Mary broke the kiss, looked down at Siobhan and said, “Would you like to see me and Katy kissing bare naked?” 

. . .

“I would like that very much indeed,” Siobhan said. “I don’t have to remove my pajamas, do I?”

“You don’t have to do nothing you don’t want to,” I replied.

Then I stood up and took my pajamas off again. Now bare naked I sat on the couch. Mary stood up with her back to me and I started to unbutton her nightgown from the top down.

There were a lot of buttons. After I’d undone the first few, Siobhan moved to my side, kneeling on the floor, watching me undo the buttons, when she wasn’t sneaking a peek at my pussy. When I was half way down, Siobhan’s gaze was fixed on Mary’s back.

As I undid the last button at the bottom, the very top of Mary’s ass crack came into view. Mary turned and faced us. She slowly pulled the gown off her shoulders and it dropped to the floor around her ankles. Siobhan stared at Mary’s hairless slit. I did too, when I wasn’t looking at Siobhan staring at Mary’s pussy.

I spread my legs and started to run a finger up and down my own bare slit.

Now Siobhan’s gaze went from Mary to me and back again.

Mary pushed my shoulders back till I was laying on my back, with one foot on the couch and one foot still on the floor. Mary got on top of me. We kissed, while I felt up Mary’s bare butt.

Me and Mary were getting super horny. I almost forgot Siobhan was there, watching us. When I remembered she was watching, I got all happy inside. Mary broke the kiss, like she could read my mind, and we looked at Siobhan.

Siobhan’s face was red, her big green eyes wide open and her hands were clenched between the top of her thighs.

Mary went back to kissing me and Mary’s hand started to rub my pussy. Mary broke the kiss again after a little while. We looked at Siobhan again. She was breathing kind of hard, even though she wasn’t moving.

“Do you like what you see?” Mary asked.

Siobhan nodded her head.

“Katy, make me come so Siobhan can watch us.”

Mary moved so she was laying back against the couch, slouched down, so her feet were on the floor, her ass right at the edge of the couch. Mary spread her legs apart.

I got on the floor on my knees and put my hands on the insides of Mary’s thighs.

Siobhan put her head near mine and looked with wonder at Mary’s pussy.

I gave Siobhan a quick peck on the lips, then turned my attention to Mary’s shiny bare slit. I softly ran my tongue up and down her slit.

Mary pushed my head back.

I looked at her, then followed her gaze. I saw what she was seeing.

Siobhan had put her hand down the front of her pajama bottoms.

We saw some movement under the material. I wondered if Siobhan had her hand over or under her panties.

I went back to licking Mary’s pussy. I looked up at Mary’s face while I French kissed her pussy.

She was looking at me and also at Siobhan. Mary put her feet up on the couch and was sticking her wet pussy harder against my mouth.

Siobhan put her face as close as she could to see better.

Then Mary grabbed the back of my head and pushed her pussy against my tongue. “I’m gonna come, Katy! Yeah, here it comes. Uh, oh, uh…”

I kept licking Mary till she pushed away from me and curled up on the couch, her hands between her legs and her eyes all glazed and sleepy looking.

“That was so beautiful! Totally beautiful,” gushed Siobhan.

I looked at her and she quickly pulled her hand out of her pajama bottoms. I took her hand and saw a wet finger and took it in my mouth and sucked on it.

“Siobhan,” I said softly to her, “would you let me,.. Could I please try to make you come too?”

Mary was sitting up on the couch now. She leaned over and kissed Siobhan, a deep French kiss. I could see Siobhan liked that she was in the naughty world with me and Mary, where it was okay to let yourself go over to fun feelings.

When Mary stopped the kiss, Siobhan looked at me and said, “I believe, I will need to be nude also, won’t I?”

“You don’t have to be if you don’t wanna, but I think you’d like it better,” I said.

Mary reached down and took the bottom of Siobhan’s pajama top and pulled it off over her head. Siobhan’s shoulder-length hair was all mussed up and I thought she looked lovely.

Siobhan took off her white undershirt and me and Mary looked at her tiny hard pink nipples.

“I don’t think I can stand up,” said Siobhan.

“Yeah, I know, your knees feel all funny, huh? Mine get like that too,” I said. I helped Siobhan lay on her back on the sleeping bag. Mary was laying on her side on the couch, watching us. She was playing with herself while she watched.

I grabbed the waistband of Siobhan’s pajama bottoms and started to pull them down. Siobhan lifted her hips and I pulled them down to the top of her thighs. She had on white cotton panties, with little flowers on them.

I grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, Siobhan again lifted up so I could get them past her butt, then I pulled everything down her thin cute legs. I pulled them past her ankles and off her feet and tossed them at Mary.

Mary smiled at us as her finger moved inside her pussy.

I lay on top of Siobhan and French kissed her. Siobhan moved her hands over my back, till they rested on my bare ass. I kissed Siobhan’s nipples and kept kissing my way down. I kissed her tummy and belly button and then looked at her.

Mary got off the couch and lay next to Siobhan. She played with one of Siobhan’s nipples and said, “Katy will make you come, just like she did me. You’ll really like it, I promise. Don’t be scared, it’s the most wonderful thing ever.”

I watched Mary and Siobhan French kiss. Then I lay on my tummy, between Siobhan’s legs and looked at her pussy. It was more like mine. Sort of looking between the way mine and Lucy’s looked. It didn’t have little lips, like Mary’s.

It was smooth and sort of pushed in. More underneath and with a little shape to it, like she was still growing around it. I wondered if it was possible she didn’t have a clit. Mary had said of course she had to have one.

I gently spread Siobhan’s cute, little, hairless, moist pussy apart with my fingers. There it was. Siobhan’s clit was sort of hidden under a little hood. It was as small as Lucy’s, Mary’s five-year-old sister. I could see up inside Siobhan. I put my finger in her. It was wet, hot and tight. Her vagina sucked my finger like it was a little mouth, or something.

Siobhan was starting to wiggle around a little and making moaning sounds into Mary’s mouth while they kissed.

Then I touched my tongue to Siobhan’s clit. She broke her kiss with Mary and said, “Oh!”

I lightly licked on and around her clit, while I wiggled my finger inside her. Mary kissed her again and played with one of Siobhan’s tiny, hard nipples.

I saw a shadow. My mom had come out of her bedroom and was kneeling by us, masturbating herself. I saw her and so did Mary. Siobhan didn’t know Mom was there.

I knew Mom must love seeing her nine-year-old daughter licking an eight-year-old girl’s pussy, while my ten-year-old friend Mary helped.

Siobhan began to writhe on the floor. Mary stopped kissing Siobhan and tried to hold her steady. I took my finger out of her real slow. Then I put my mouth over her little pussy. I kept tonguing her clit.

Siobhan got all stiff-like and then she screamed. After she screamed, she lay there panting. Then she lay quite still.

Mom said, “Siobhan, honey, are you okay? I heard you scream and came out here fast as I could.”

Siobhan seemed to take a long time to focus her eyes on Mom. Then Siobhan said to my mom, “I understand now, Mrs. Watson. All the poems and paintings and statues and stories. Now it all makes perfect sense. Katy brought me to orgasm. That’s what it’s all about. A beautiful girl, loving you, bringing her beauty and lust and love to you. How you can be one with someone.” Then she laughed. “Or, how two can bring you love. Oh, Mrs. Watson, isn’t it wonderful?”

Then Siobhan laughed and reached out and grabbed my mom’s boobies. “I love this moment,” Siobhan said. Then Siobhan looked at me and said, “Oh, Katy, you must orgasm too.”

Mom said, “Yes, you’re right, Siobhan. But you and Mary relax. I’ll bring Katy to orgasm.”

I lay on my back. Mom half lifted me, so she could kneel and put my pussy to her mouth. I watched Mom lick my pussy, then I looked at Mary and Siobhan watching my mom eat me out. I came pretty fast. All three of us kids were looking at my mom now, enjoying seeing her kneeling there naked.

Mary said, “Aunt Carol, you need to have a come too,” so Mary got on her knees and started to suck my mom’s nipple. Mary motioned to Siobhan, who got on her knees and sucked my mom’s other nipple.

I lay there very much enjoying watching them.

Soon my mom was on her back and Mary told me to come help her lick my mom’s pussy.

Siobhan watched us till my mom asked her to lay on top of her and kiss her. When my mom and Siobhan stopped kissing, my mom had Siobhan lay so she could watch me and Mary lick Mom, while Mom looked at and felt up Siobhan’s butt and pussy.

I took turns with Mary, licking Mom’s pussy. I said to Mary, “She’s getting real close, Mary, do you want to make her come?” Mary pushed me over and stuck her mouth on Mom’s big clit and I put my fingers in Mom’s pussy.

Mom shook so much that, Siobhan rolled off her. We all watched Mom have a huge come. She even squirted. We all loved watching Mom come.

Then we all lay by her. Siobhan lay next to Mom, I lay on Mom’s other side and Mary lay on top of Mom, kissing her with Mom’s come on her mouth. Mom was licking her own come off Mary’s face.

We lay there together for a while. Siobhan said all sorts of goofy stuff, like how she’d never forget this night, or us, if she lived to be a hundred.

Mary went to the bathroom and Siobhan said, “Mrs. Watson, I wish my own mother had done this to me years ago. How fortunate you are, Katy.”

Mom went to the bathroom when Mary came back. Mary smelled fresh, like soap. Mom came back and lay down on the sleeping bag next to Mary and Siobhan and I went to the bathroom.

I came back after I’d peed and washed and saw Mom was helping Siobhan into her pajamas. I saw Siobhan’s underwear laying on the floor still. I put my pajamas on too and got in the sleeping bag with Siobhan.

Siobhan was half asleep and still babbling about life and orgasms. Mom kissed me and Siobhan and I watched Mary and Mom walk hand in hand to Mom’s bedroom. I liked watching their bare butts walk away together.

Just outside the bedroom door, they looked at me and kissed. Then they smiled at me and walked into Mom’s bedroom. I wanted to follow them. I couldn’t make myself move though.

I felt sleepy and relaxed. I cuddled against Siobhan. She smelled nice. I put an arm over her and she wiggled her butt against me and said, “Oh, Katy. This is truly most wonderful. To be with someone in the night. Not having to sleep alone.”

She went on and on, till she suddenly stopped talking and I could tell she’d fallen asleep. Then I fell asleep too.

I woke up later, when I saw the bathroom light. Mom and Mary came out of the bathroom together, both still nude. Mom helped Mary into the sleeping bag. I rose up on my elbow. I asked Mom if we were going to do more sex.

Mom said, “Sh, Katy, go back to sleep. It’s late and we all need to rest now.” Mom kissed my head and gently pushed me back down on my back. I watched Mom walk back to her room. She closed her door and everything was dark and I fell back to sleep.

In the morning, Siobhan had woken up first. I woke up to see Siobhan, holding up part of the sleeping bag and looking at Mary’s bare butt.

I gave a sleepy kiss to Siobhan’s neck. “So, you like seeing Mary naked, huh?” I whispered in Siobhan’s ear.

Siobhan let the bag down, turned on to her back and said, “Oh, Katy, I love seeing you both naked. I feel aroused again, already.” She turned on her side and she kissed me on the mouth.

I put my hand on her back and after looking in each other’s eyes a moment, we French kissed. Siobhan put her hand under my pajama top and then tried to moved it under my bottoms.

I unzipped my side of the sleeping bag and pushed the top off so we could see each other. I lay on my back and said to her, “Undress me, Siobhan.”

Siobhan slowly unbuttoned my pajama top and opened it up. She touched my nipples. Then she unsnapped my pajama bottoms. She opened them up so she could see my slit.

I took off my top and pushed my bottoms down and off. Siobhan studied my body. Her fingers touched every inch of me, slowly.

“Doesn’t this feel interesting, Katy?” Siobhan asked me, as she ran her finger tips up and down the inside of my arms.

“Yeah, that feels neat,” I answered.

“It feels good on the back of the legs also. Please turn over, Katy, so I can illustrate that to you.”

I rolled over on my tummy and Siobhan ran her fingers over the back of my legs, behind my knees.

“Yeah, that feels cool.”

“I love seeing your buttocks, Katy. I must say, you have the most shapely gluteus maximus. May I caress it?”

I wasn’t sure, but I thought she was saying I had a nice ass and she wanted to feel it up, so I said, “Okay, sure.”

That was just what she meant all right. She started to move her hands, all over my ass. Siobhan even spread my cheeks open and looked at my butt hole.

“Katy, please turn back over on to your back, so I may look at your vulva.”

Well, I didn’t have a car and I don’t know how turning on my back would help her see it if I did. Then I guessed that maybe she didn’t mean a Volvo car, but that vulva was one of her fancy words for pussy. So I turned on to my back and spread my legs some.

I let her look and play with my pussy all she wanted. She even kissed it quickly at one point. She put her finger inside me. She asked if this or that felt pleasant, as she did different things to my pussy. She spread my pussy open with two fingers and said, “Your clitoris is very pronounced.” Then she began to play with it.

With all her playing around, she made me come. She lay on top of me after and we kissed for awhile.

Then I asked her if I could see her naked too. She agreed and stood up over me and removed her pajamas. She got back in the sleeping bag, lay on top of me and we kissed more, till she said, “Oh, Katy, do repeat what you did to me last night, I adore you, but if you do that to me again, I shall love you for eternity.”

I rolled her off me, onto her back, and I put my mouth right on her pussy. Then I stopped and looked at her.

“I want you to look at mine, while I lick yours, okay?”

She nodded her head, “Yes,” but I wasn’t sure if she knew what I meant or not.

I got on my knees so my butt was facing her, then I went back to licking her pussy. I guess I kind of like when I lick a pussy that the other person can see mine too. It makes me feel sexy, or something.

I felt one of her hands playing with my ass and then she came real hard.

She started to spank my ass and said, loudly, “Oh, Katy, stop now, the pleasure has become unbearable, do stop now.”

So I stopped and I kissed her on the mouth, for a long time.

We lay there a long time. Then she said, “I must confess, Katy, that Mary led me to believe that not only did the two of you engage in sexual activity of some sort. She also implied that I would be allowed to join in, if I so desired. This has gone far beyond my wildest masturbatory fantasies.”

Then she kissed me some more.

We went to the bathroom together after awhile. We watched each other use the toilet and then we showered together. We washed each other and explored each other’s pussy and even put a finger up each other’s ass hole.

After we dried off, we got back in the sleeping bag and kissed some more.

That’s when Mary woke up. My mom was up shortly after that. They watched me and Siobhan do a 69. Then after breakfast, we all got on Mom’s bed and took turns rubbing each other off.

Jean picked up Siobhan in the mid afternoon and gave Mary a ride home also. Me and Mom rested in her bed after they all left. Mom told me everything she’d done with Mary. I told Mom everything I’d done with Siobhan.

Me and Mom talked about sexy stuff till we both had to come again. We just watched each other masturbate. Then we fell asleep. It was early evening when we woke up. We ate some leftovers and went back to Mom’s room and had more sex.

Continue on to Chapter 17