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  • Posted on September 25, 2017 at 7:32 am

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Moonlight Desires, Part Two

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

By Amanda Lynn

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then it happened.

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

“Amanda. Don’t. Not like this.”

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

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

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

“Selene? What the—!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The one… what?” I uttered.

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

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

“Yes,” I whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Welcome back. How do you feel?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay. So what’s the downside?”

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

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

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

Selene slowly nodded.

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

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

“Selene…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“For?”

“Saving me from damnation.”

“You believe me then?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please, yes,” Selene moaned loudly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

* * *

 

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

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

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

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

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

Smiling, I headed into the house for breakfast.

 

* * *

 

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

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

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

“Excuse me, Miss?”

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

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

“Yes,” I answered nervously.

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

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

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

“Okay. Thanks,” I said.

He nodded, then turned and walked away.

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

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

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

Love, Selene

I set the statue on my dresser and admired it.

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

THE END

Unexpected Delights, Chapter 5

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

By No One

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chloe laughed. “What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Go ahead, I’ll wait,” Alex offered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“M-me?”

“Yeah. Did you… like?”

“O-oh! Um, I… I mean… m-maybe?”

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

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

“This stuff?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just nice?” Chloe teased.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Um, well… maybe a little.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, crap. We better change quick.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Soon to tunnel its way into your dirty little minds: Chapter 6! 

Moonlight Desires, Part One

  • Posted on August 22, 2017 at 1:29 pm

By Amanda Lynn

Ever since I was a little girl, I had been fascinated with the moon and the pale light it cast upon the landscape. On those magical nights when the moon’s position in the night sky would bring it into view from my bed, I would force myself to stay awake and watch it slowly arc from one side of my window to the other. I marveled at how its light would fill my room, chasing all but the most stubborn of shadows away, if only for a few fleeting minutes.

There was something mystical about it, as if it were alive, tangible. I would push my covers aside and let the moon’s glow wash over me. Sometimes I would get out of bed and go to the window, and on tiptoes would look out at my backyard. The pale light gave an eerie illumination to everything below me. I missed it when it wasn’t there, when it was waning toward the new moon, or if the clouds were too thick to allow its light through.

But when the moon was waxing I could almost sense it. I didn’t know how or why, but I would get more and more excited, anxiously waiting for the sun to set on the nights leading up to the full moon. My mom would laugh and tease me, saying I must be part werewolf.

Because of my fascination with the moon, for my tenth birthday my parents bought me a telescope, along with a big book that covered everything lunar, be it scientific or mythical. In addition to these, I received a large glow-in-the-dark poster of the moon that I pinned to the ceiling above my bed. With these new tools I studied the moon, and every chance I got, regardless of the season, I would be out on our deck with my telescope staring at the shiny globe as it traveled across the heavens. My mother would sometimes have to pry me away when bedtime rolled around.

It wasn’t long after my eleventh birthday that the first indications of puberty began to show. My breasts were budding and sensitive to the touch, fuzz began to grow on my pubic mound, and the desire to touch myself in the most private of places became necessary. Up until then, I had never masturbated, though I knew what it was from schoolyard talk and the like. It was around then that my love affair with the moon changed from mere childish fascination to something more intimate.

I first touched myself with purpose while reading a book I had borrowed from the library. I don’t recall the title, but I do remember the very steamy love scene between two young women that been extremely erotic and descriptive without being lewd or vulgar. Looking back on it now, I don’t think I’d even realized I was touching myself until a very intense wave of pleasure shook my young body.

It scared me at first, but my inquisitive mind prevailed and, tentatively exploring at first, I brought myself to another strong climax. It then became a nightly routine, and it didn’t take me long to realize that each night as the full moon approached, my orgasms were becoming more intense.

On the evening of the full moon, I would lie naked on top of my covers, the moonlight washing over me as if a thousand fingers were caressing my body from head to toe. I spread my legs and slowly rub my exposed pussy. My young clit was alive and begged to be touched. As the moon came into view through the window, my fingering became more vigorous, more aggressive, as if somehow the moon itself was controlling my hand.

As I stared at the silvery-white disk that hung outside my window, a powerful force washed over me. I shook and moaned. One hand grasping at the sheets while the other was trapped against my throbbing pussy in the vice-like grip of my thighs. It took everything I had to keep from screaming as my orgasm took me to the moon and back. I had become a slave to the moon, much like the ebb and flow of the ocean tides. The strength and number of orgasms I seemed to have or maybe even craved were dependent on the cycles of the moon.

 

* * *

 

“Please, Daddy,” I begged.

My fingers laced together, hands at my chest, I looked across the dinner table at him. Pushing my bottom lip out in a pout, I batted my eyelashes at him. He never could resist when I gave him a show of big brown puppy dog eyes.

“Don’t!” he said, pointing a finger in my direction as if chastising me. The corners of his mouth twitched upward, however, betraying his attempt to maintain a facade of the stern parent.

“Don’t what, Daddy?” I asked, in my most innocent little girl voice.

“This is all your fault, you know,” he complained to my mother who was smiling broadly, apparently taking great pleasure at my father’s plight.

“What!? How is it my fault?” she said, shooting him a dirty look.

“She’s only fourteen and already she knows how to use her feminine charms.” He used air quotes with the word ‘feminine’.

“And?” Mom asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, she learned them all from you. And it’s not fair.” He shoveled another forkful of mashed potatoes into his mouth.

“You poor baby. Now, is there any legitimate reason she can’t sleep in the tent tomorrow night?”

Dad looked up from his plate. First at me, still pleading with my eyes, then over to my mother who looked at him with raised eyebrows, apparently waiting for a response.

“I had planned on taking the tent down tomorrow,” he said defiantly, knowing full well that he’d already lost the battle.

“You can take it down Saturday,” Mom said matter-of-factly, not really giving him a choice. Turning to me, she asked, “Would that work for you, Amanda?”

Nodding, I jumped up from my chair and wrapped my arms around my father. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you, Daddy,” I chirped as I gave him a big kiss on the cheek.

He slowly shook his head as stared at his plate, using his fork to play with his food.

“My life is over,” he said, with an intentionally dramatic loud sigh.

My mother chuckled and said in a sultry voice, “You know, if you’re a good boy, maybe later I’ll show you some of my own feminine charms.”

Dad looked up, a smile immediately spreading across his face, and my stomach turned.

“Gross,” I muttered.

“Now, sweetie, we’re people too,” Dad said with a laugh.

“No, you’re not. You’re my parents, and I shouldn’t be subjected to that sort of talk. I’m sure displays of affection in front of your children is some kind of child abuse or something,” I joked as I got up and started clearing the table.

They laughed and Mom got up to help me with the dishes. Dad, however, took a beer from the fridge before making his way to the living room to watch the news.

 

* * *

 

Dressed in my robe, hair wrapped in a towel, I closed my bedroom door and walked over to the lunar calendar that hung on the wall, verifying the information I knew all too well.

I really didn’t need to look at the calendar, because I could feel the pull of the approaching full moon. My clit was throbbing, as it had been all day. My pussy was wet, it was always wet, though over the last couple of years I had taught myself how to suppress my desires, how to push that to the back of my mind. I had become Vulcan, a teenage girl version of Mr. Spock — as far as my sexual urges were concerned, anyway. But now that the sun had disappeared below the horizon, and I was in the privacy of my own room, I could relax the control over my needs.

I dropped my robe and gazed at the reflection of my slender naked form in the full-length mirror which hung on my wardrobe door. I moaned softly as I pushed a finger through my slick folds, gathering the creamy juices that coated them. I brought the slippery finger to my engorged clit, rubbing it as I looked at the clock on the wall.

Very soon the moon would be in position. I stepped to my bed and flopped down on my back. I toyed with my clit as the moonlight slowly moved across me. Groaning, I pushed a finger into my core. As it had done so many times before, the moon came into view.

“Yes,” I sighed.

I felt the full effect of the pastel light as it touched me like a long-absent lover. It covered me in a blanket of its silver glow, caressing me with an imagined warmth. My hips pushed up against my hand as I drove my finger as deep as I could into my vagina. The pressure inside was quickly building.

“Fuck yes!” I moaned.

I fought to keep my voice to a whisper as I groaned with each bolt of lightning that shot from my core to the rest of my body. My room was quickly becoming full of the heady smell of my sex. The moonlight played on my skin, pulling at me as if beckoning me to reach climax. Its power over me was so strong, I couldn’t explain it if I wanted to.

My finger moved with rapid, steady thrusts inside my sopping pussy. My other hand flitted across my clit just as rapidly. It wouldn’t be long now, each nerve ending was firing in rapid succession.

I squirmed and twitched, and just as the moon passed from view, a high-pitched whine escaped from my lips and a torrent of intense pleasure slammed into me. My body stiffened and shook, and it felt like I was floating above the bed as wave after wave of heavenly ecstasy overloaded my senses.

When I finally came to, it was still night and the moonlight was all but gone. Physically exhausted, I crawled under the blankets and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

 

* * *

 

I woke early the next morning because it was a school day, but also because of the excitement of tonight’s full moon. I washed and dressed, but before making my way downstairs for breakfast, I paused in front of my mirror and took several slow deep breaths, calming the desire that was slowly building in my core. My previous night’s orgasm had helped take the edge off, but I knew that wouldn’t last for long.

“Morning, Mom,” I said as I entered the kitchen and grabbed the box of Corn Flakes from the cupboard.

“Morning, honey,” she replied. She was sitting at the table sipping her coffee.

Sitting down at my usual spot, I poured the cereal into the bowl that Mom had already set out for me. Adding some milk, I began to eat.

“Looking forward to sleeping outside tonight?” Mom asked, just as I shoved the spoon in my mouth.

I just nodded my response.

“Full moon tonight?” Mom asked.

She was aware of my love of the moon. I wondered what she would think if she knew of how it molested me, how it gave me such pleasure, and brought me to such incredible climaxes.

“Yeah. And a super moon too,” I replied with a grin.

Mom stood and moved quickly to the counter as if she had suddenly remembered something important. Picking up a twenty-dollar bill, she returned to her chair.

“Dad said you’d need to put new batteries in the camping lantern if you want to use it tonight.” She handed me the cash. “Stop off at the mall on your way home and pick some up.”

“Okay,” I said, pushing the money into my pocket.

Once I was finished eating, I brushed my teeth, then set out for school.

The morning seemed to drag on and I found it hard to focus in class. Most of my concentration was aimed at suppressing the need to touch myself. Even though moonrise was still many hours away, its effect on me was strong. All morning I squirmed in my seat and squeezed my thighs together trying to find just an iota of relief.

“Are you okay?” I heard a whispered voice from my right. It was my friend Nikki.

I looked over at her and faked a smile. “Need to pee,” I lied.

She looked at me quizzically. “Are you sure that’s all you need?” she winked. She was such a flirt.

Before I could reply, a loud buzzer signaled the end of the last class of the morning. I stood, grabbed my backpack, and headed for the door, calling over my shoulder to Nikki, “I’ll catch up with you in the cafeteria.”

I walked quickly down the hall, and when I was sure I wouldn’t be noticed I ducked into the gym and made my way to the girls’ locker room. I knew it would be deserted this time of day, but I cautiously looked around anyway before entering a small area off the locker room where the toilet stalls were.

Quickly, I stepped into the nearest stall. I closed the door and dropped my backpack. I hurriedly undid my jeans and pushed both them and my panties down to my ankles before sitting on the toilet and spreading my thighs as far as I could. Biting my lower lip, I pushed two fingers into my wet folds. I had been oozing arousal all morning, soaking my panties. I touched the pads of two lubed fingers to my swollen clit.

Moaning at the sensation, I vigorously rubbed my sensitive bud. All I wanted to do was come, to soothe the ache between my legs, to give myself a little bit of a reprieve from the powerful grip of the approaching moonrise. It didn’t take long for my first pulsing orgasm to rip through me.

During the fifteen minutes I sat on the toilet, I brought myself to three powerful climaxes. Had anyone walked in the bathroom, I probably wouldn’t have noticed, nor would I have been able to stop myself even if I tried. Though not completely sated, it would have to be enough to get me through the rest of the day. I calmed myself with a deep breath, then freshened up at the sink before making my way to the cafeteria.

 

* * *

 

At 3:00 PM, I got off the number 23 bus when it stopped in front of the mall. Entering, I headed for the shops at the far end, turning right into the bargain store. Finding the batteries I needed, I paid for them and exited.

That was when I noticed a new store across the way that I figured must have just opened, as I couldn’t remember seeing it before. A large black sign above the entrance was decorated with stars and crescent moons and read “Selene’s” in silver letters. From where I stood, I could see racks with jewelry, scarves, and other small items lining glass shelves.

I decided to take a look and headed toward the shop. A strange shiver ran through me as I entered, and I paused to take in my surroundings. Somewhere inside, incense was burning and the pleasant sounds of instrumental music filled the air. Browsing the wares, I discovered many different types of rings made of gold and silver and other materials I couldn’t identify. Some were inlaid with stones or jewels. There were necklaces and bracelets, tee shirts and scarves.

Along the side wall were various wall hangings and decorations. On shelves were statuettes of Isis, Ra, Osiris, and Bast. Many other Egyptian-like trinkets also adorned the shelves. In the back of the shop I stopped when I saw an 18-inch glazed white ceramic statue of a beautiful woman. She sat on the lower curve of a crescent moon, draped in a revealing garment.

I felt drawn toward her, and my skin prickled as I approached the statue. I sighed in disappointment, however, when I saw the three-hundred-dollar price tag. But it was so beautiful that I just stood and admired it.

“Do you know who she is?” a soft female voice asked from somewhere behind me.

Startled, I spun to see who had spoken. My breath caught and I think my heart may have stopped beating for a moment.

She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Probably in her mid-thirties, she was tall and curvy. The black dress she wore hugged her frame, revealing the smooth slope of her cleavage and showing off her narrow waist and slightly broader hips. Glossy black hair hung past her shoulders, and her big brown eyes sparkled. Her smile showcased perfect white teeth that stood in sharp contrast against the olive skin of her oval face.

“I am sorry. I did not mean to frighten you,” she said.

Even her accent was sexy. Mediterranean, I guessed. I could feel my arousal grow. Was it the moon, or her?

“Luna,” I said.

“I beg your pardon?” A look of confusion crossed her face.

“The statue. It’s Luna, Roman goddess of the moon.”

Her smile widened. “You are correct. How did you know?”

“The moon fascinates me. It has as long as I can remember,” I replied.

“I see. That is interesting. My name is Selene,” she said as she offered me her hand.

“Amanda,” I said, taking her hand.

At the moment we touched, I was overwhelmed by an intense surge of pleasure. My vision blurred and my knees buckled as I lapsed into unconsciousness.

 

* * *

 

When I came to, I found myself sitting on the floor, propped up against a display case. I was confused and disoriented, but what was even more bizarre was that I felt sexually satisfied.

I looked at the woman who was squatting beside me, a glass of water in her hand.

“Wha… what happened?” I asked.

“You seem to have fainted,” she said softly, handing me the glass. “Here, drink some water. It will make you feel better.”

I took the glass and emptied its contents. Handing it back to her, I tried to stand up.

When I wobbled a bit, Selene instinctively reached out and took my arm as she stood with me. Nothing strange happened this time. Maybe I had simply fainted. But that wouldn’t explain the mind-blowing orgasm I’d had. Or at least I thought I’d had. I waited a few moments until my head cleared and I got my sea legs back.

Selene looked at me with concern on her face. “Are you sure you are all right? Maybe you should call someone to come get you.”

She gently rubbed my shoulder. The touch of her hand was soothing and also strangely familiar, as if I had felt it somewhere before.

I looked into her eyes and felt myself being drawn to her. I wanted to wrap my arms around this woman and hold her. I leaned forward, my lips parting. I needed to kiss those perfect full lips. The heat between my legs grew and radiated outward. Selene was turning me on from just a simple touch.

Selene let go of me, and the trance was broken. Quickly I pulled back and looked down at the floor. The heat in my face surpassed that of my pussy.

“No, that’s okay,” I said, still avoiding eye contact. “I’m fine. But I really need to get going. Thank you for helping me.”

“Not a problem. I am glad I could help,” she said with a smile. “But before you go, may I ask you a question?”

“Uh, okay, I guess,” I said, looking up at her shyly.

“Do you feel it?”

“Feel what?” I asked. Not really wanting to know.

Her eyes became dark as they fixed on mine. “The moon. Do you feel it? Does it call to you?” she said in a serious tone. Her gaze narrowed as if she was trying to peer into my very soul.

I felt fear. Uncertainty. Desire? I quickly looked around, finding the exit. Panic gripped me and my stomach twisted as if my deepest darkest secret had just been revealed to the world.

“I… um… I need to go. Thanks again,” I said shakily. Grabbing my backpack, I bolted from the shop.

How could she know about that? Who was she? I moved quickly through the mall, almost running, and didn’t look back until I was out the main entrance. Panting, I stood at the side of the road, glancing back at the doors for any sign of Selene. Thankfully, I had to wait only a minute before my bus arrived.

During the ride home, my thoughts were filled with the beautiful woman in the store. Just thinking of her caused delicious little fingers of pleasure to flash across my sex. Who was she? And what was it that had happened when we touched hands? And how the fuck did she know about my connection to the moon?

I tried my best to push the woman and the events in her shop from my mind. I wasn’t going to let that experience ruin my plans for the evening.

It was the perfect night. The forecast called for clear skies and nothing more than a light breeze. The overnight temperature would be in the low 70s, quite warm for the first week of September. I had dreamt about doing something like this for a very long time, and tonight I was finally going to be able to do it.

When I got home, the house was empty as Mom and Dad were still at work. I went to my room and began preparing for my night outside. I picked out the pajamas I was going to wear and laid them on the bed for later. I then grabbed my pillow and got a couple of light blankets from the linen closet before heading for the tent. I noticed the windows had been unzipped and the queen size air mattress was inflated and waiting for me inside. I smiled, knowing my father had done this for me on his lunch hour.

I unfolded one blanket and laid it on the mattress. The other I tossed at the foot, while the pillow went to the head, which was closest to the front of the tent. Back in the house I found the camping lantern and changed the batteries. I gathered up a few other items I figured I might need and put them in my backpack after I emptied it of school stuff. Passing near my dresser, I spied my hairbrush — the one whose smooth handle with the bulbous end got far more use than its bristles. I giggled at my naughty thought and tossed it into my bag.

 

* * *

 

After I finished helping Mom with the supper dishes, I went to my room and changed into my PJs, then put on a light robe and slippers. While I still had some daylight left, I made my way outside to get myself setup in the tent. Once done, I popped back inside the house long enough to say good night to my folks.

“Goodnight, sweetie,” my mother said as she kissed my cheek. “Have fun and try not to stay up all night looking at the moon.”

“Okay.”

“And no boys sneaking over in the middle of the night!” I heard my dad call from the living room.

He was joking, of course. But my mother and I looked at each other with sly grins and giggled at our shared secret. She knew that if I were going to sneak anyone over for some late-night naughtiness, it would be Nikki.

“G’night, Mom.” I said, kissing her cheek. “And don’t worry, no one’s coming over.” I smiled and headed out the patio door.

I crawled into the tent and discarded my robe and kicked off my slippers. Getting comfortable on the mattress, I dug the radio out of my backpack and turned it on. Once I tuned in my favorite station, I set it aside, then pulled out a novel and began to read as I waited for moonrise.

When the sun dipped below the horizon I turned on the camping lantern. I put the book down as I was finding it harder to concentrate on what I was reading. I lay on my back and stared out the window of the tent and watched the slowly darkening sky.

The occasional gust of warm air rustled leaves of the trees lining our property, and the crickets were beginning to play their nightly song. I undid the first couple of buttons on my pajama top and let my hand go to my small breast. Moaning softly, I circled a finger around my pebbled nipple.

It was probably going to be a couple of hours before I could be entirely sure my parents were asleep and I could venture outside to bring my fantasy to fruition. I closed my eyes and listened to the soft music and pushed my hand into my pajama bottoms and found my sensitive clit. I slowly massaged the tiny bundle of nerves, not allowing myself to get too over-stimulated.

I played with myself for quite a while, coming close to the edge several times, only to pull back at the last moment. After what seemed like an eternity of teasing self-torture, I pulled my hand from the soaked pussy and held my wrist under the light of the camping lantern to look at my watch.

It was time.

Continue on to Part Two

Dancing for Miss Darling

  • Posted on August 18, 2017 at 1:14 pm

By Misty Meadow

Do you like to remember your first great passion — when you first understood what it meant to feel sexual hunger for another person? I certainly do. In fact, it’s my favourite masturbation fantasy, one that gets my cunt leaking like a wonky faucet.

My first obsession took hold of me when I was a prepubescent girl of twelve. Unlike most girls of that age, my crazy dream actually came true. Like to hear about it? Sit back and relax, then — I’ll tell you the whole story of that incredible day, pretty much as I remember it.

*****

I’m in love, head over heels in love! I absolutely worship her. She’s so… I don’t know how to describe her. Elegant, sophisticated, charming, there aren’t any words that are adequate!

I’m gonna have to get a grip on myself. Come on, Misty, get real.

My gym teacher, Miss Darling — an appropriate name, don’tcha think? — is tall, slender, poised, and has a powerful presence that’s swept me off my feet.

One time I Googled her and learned that at the age of eleven, she was enrolled in the Royal Ballet School, located in Richmond Park just Southwest of London, and eventually graduated to the Corps de Ballet (that’s like the chorus line) of the Royal Ballet Company. Mind you, she never got to be the principal dancer — still, just to be in the Company was achievement enough. She left after two years at the age of twenty-one, served in the military and is now the Phys. Ed. teacher of Birkenhurst Girls’ Grammar School, where I’m currently a second former.

Mind you, I’m not the only girl who has a crush on her. Several pupils from different years have admitted that they’re in love with her, and who knows how many more, like me, are keeping quiet about it? We look forward to P.E. every week with barely contained excitement. We chatter away as we change into our leotards and she stands, glancing all round the room, never letting her gaze fall on any girl for more than a few seconds, and then we’re out in the gym, doing our stuff — mat, bar, vaulting horse, the works. Then it’s time to get dressed again.

I always try to be the last to leave, so I can speak to her. Having rehearsed what I plan to say all week, I usually manage to sound reasonably intelligent. I’ve told her about how last year my parents took me to Covent Garden to see Romeo and Juliet — that was when I became obsessed with becoming a dancer.

Miss Darling told me that it’s a long and difficult road to travel, with very little chance of going professional unless my parents were able to afford full time ballet schooling for me, which they can’t. Still, the memory of that incredible performance and my adoration of Miss Darling continue to fuel my ambition.

Week after week, I look for any sign that she has some special interest in me, that she likes me more than the other girls… but she’s scrupulous in not singling out any pupil for special attention. I work as hard as I can at gym but she never says anything more than, “Well done, Misty, keep up the good work.” I’m going to have to do something drastic to get her attention.

Further research on the internet reveals that Miss Darling offers private one-on-one ballet lessons in her “studio” (which I later learn is a double garage converted with wall mirrors, a barre, etc.), for fees that are pretty steep. There are also rumours, unconfirmed, that some of the older school girls have been invited to her house after school and on weekends — though for what purpose, I have no idea.

Fact is, there’s a lot of speculation swirling around our teacher, not the least of which is that she’s gay. This seems quite probable as, from time to time, she’ll position our bodies during some gym activity, her hands briefly brushing between our legs — never long enough to cause alarm, just enough to be passed off as an accident if ever she’s called on it, She never is, though.

If she is gay, I’d be delighted. How can she ever return my love if she’s not? But there isn’t any hard evidence, and I’m old enough not to believe every idle rumour I hear. All I can do is adore her from afar, gazing up at her as she stands, perfectly poised, on the pedestal I’ve created in my imagination.

But then an idea begins to grow in my mind. Her birthday, which my Googling has unearthed, is coming up this Sunday and I decide to take a huge chance and offer to dance for her. Now I know that she’s not going to be thrilled by the idea of one of her second formers performing for her, unless there’s some kind of special attraction.

Today, we have P.E. for second period. After the lesson, in the changing room, I wait until Miss Darling comes in, wearing her customary skimpy jogging shorts with bikini briefs underneath, and a white cotton singlet that isn’t quite thick enough to conceal her nipples. Miss Darling doesn’t need to be with us in the changing room, but I suspect that she likes watching us get dressed, her bright eyes darting around the room as we slip out of our our leotards and put on our undies, blouses and skirts.

With my leotard off, I stand naked, waiting for her gaze to land on me, then take my white cotton knickers off the hook. She’s stares at me, comes a step closer — and I take the plunge.

“Miss Darling, last summer holidays, I went with my family to a naturist resort in the South of France. It was awesome!”

“Like a nudist colony?” she asks, drawing close to me.

“Yeah, but a proper hotel. It was such fun. I found out that I kinda like being naked.” I do a pirouette, then hold my arms out. “Ta-dah!” I sing. “Like this.” Some of the girls glance at me, but her gaze is riveted on my bare body. I pull my knickers on slowly, dragging them up over my hips and letting the elastic waist snap. I see Miss Darling steal a quick glance at my camel toe. “The best part was where I got to dance on the stage in front of everyone.”

“In the nude?” she asks, an eyebrow raised.

“Not a stitch on!” I giggled. “Everyone applauded, too. I still wanna be a ballet dancer when I grow up.”

“Not a naked one, though,” she laughs. “Not many employment opportunities there, I dare say.”

The other kids are leaving. I put my blouse on and start buttoning it. “It’s your birthday on Sunday, isn’t it?” I say. “I Googled you.”

“It is, yes.”

I take a deep breath. This is the moment. Either my dreams will come true, or my life will be over. “I’ve choreographed a short piece, just three or four minutes, and there’s no one to do it for on except you.” I gaze right into her eyes. “Miss Darling, I’d like to dance for you, for your birthday,” I continue, my voice breaking with emotion.

She doesn’t immediately respond, so I drop the bomb. “Oh, and I wanna do it naked.” There, I’ve said it. My whole fate is now in this teacher’s hands. I daren’t think about what I’ll do if she rejects me.

“Oh, Misty,” she says, her eyes alight. “What a lovely idea! I’d love to see you dance and yes, I don’t mind if you’re naked — in fact, it’ll be fun. No one’s ever danced nude for me before; you’ll be the first. Can you come to my studio on Sunday morning? You know where I live, right?” I do. “Don’t mention this to anyone else. We don’t want any rumours circulating about us, do we?”

To be honest, I wouldn’t mind having rumours about me and Miss Darling spreading round the school; it would do wonders for my reputation and self esteem. Still, I nod in agreement. “Okay, I’ll, um, be there,” I say, trying and probably failing to conceal the excitement I feel.

She just smiles. “My place, ten o’clock on Sunday, then. And bring your birthday suit.”

Inside, my tummy is quivering with excitement. I’m gonna get naked for the woman I’m in love with, and anything might happen, anything at all! I hardly dare to let my imagination run free, as I don’t want to be disappointed if nothing ends up happening between us.

I step into my tartan skirt and pull it up. Miss Darling pats my shoulder. “Run along, sweetheart, you don’t want to be late for your next lesson.” Then she turned and walked away.

I stood there staring like an idiot — hypnotized by her ass, thrilled to pieces by her words. She called me ‘sweetheart!’ No one ever gets called that! Oh my God, how’m I gonna be able to wait until Sunday?

*****

I’m one of those late developers with an ultra-slender figure — really, a nice way to say “skinny” — which happens to be the perfect shape for a ballet dancer. Yeah, I know I’m twelve, but I seem to be a long way off from my first period, what with my flat chest and my baby-smooth pussy. That’s right — “pussy.” I don’t call it by those stupid kiddie names any more, I’m a big girl now.

I know all there is to know about sex… considering that I haven’t really done it yet! Thank God for the internet, know what I mean? My laptop has parental controls so I can’t surf porn, but whenever I have a question about sex I simply Google it. That leads me from link to link, leading to more questions — and more importantly, answers. I’ve learned a lot about gay sex, lesbians and stuff. It’s all quite fascinating.

When I read in Wikipedia about masturbation, I learned that it was the proper name for what I’d call, “nice rubbing,” that thing I do almost every night in bed. And those wonderful moments where it feels like my body is lit up like a holiday firework? Those are called orgasms. The most exciting thing I read, though, was the bit about mutual masturbation, where girls rub each other instead of themselves. I figured out right away how that would be even better than doing it alone.

I wonder if Miss Darling masturbates. Maybe it’s cos I’m so in love with her, but to me she seems to be above such earthly pleasures. In my eyes, she’s a goddess-like creature of perfect purity, so it’s hard to imagine her actually touching her own pussy. Wikipedia indicates otherwise, though. Nearly all women masturbate, it tells me, and who am I to argue?

*****

It’s Sunday, and I can’t think about anything else other than Miss Darling and the little show I’m going to put on for her. For my musical accompaniment, I download the second movement of a classical guitar concerto onto my laptop. I dress in a pair of brand new blinding white cotton knickers and an old white cotton sun dress — which is not only dangerously short, it’s so washed out that in bright light you can see my knickers right through it. On my feet are sparkly sandals. I study myself in the mirror and like what I see. Snatching up my laptop, I dance downstairs, call out, “Later, Mom,” and I’m off!

I walk through the village of Birkenhurst but the High Street is deserted, folks being either in church or still in bed, so there’s no one to see me and disapprove of my provocative outfit. Never mind, Miss Darling will see me. In fact, she’s gonna see a whole lot of me!

I arrive at her house, my heart in my mouth. Fighting to stay cool and collected, I ring the bell and the door opens.

There she stands, the centre of my life, the goddess I worship, the exquisite Miss Darling, dressed in a short silk dressing gown that barely reaches the tops of her thighs. Oh my God, she is stunning.

On her face is a welcoming smile. “Right on time, Misty. Oh, I love that dress! It’s so naughty.” Placing a hand on her chest, she laughs. Oh, my — I can see your knickers through it.” The joy I hear in her voice thrills me. “Come on in. Can I get you anything? Coke? Glass of water?”

“No, I’m fine, thanks, Miss Darling.”

“You can call me ‘Dusty’ when we’re alone together. ‘Miss Darling’ is for school. Come, let’s go through to the studio.” Her garage has been fitted with mirrors and barres on three walls, and the floor is polished hardwood. An upright piano stands in the corner.

“I’ve brought my own music,” I tell her, placing my laptop on top of the piano.

She folds her arms, moistens her lips. “So… you’re going to dance naked for me?” Her eyes are alight.

I just look at her and smile. “Yeah, that’s the plan.”

“Well,” she continues. “I thought that you’d be more comfortable if I were naked, too.” I stand there staring at her with my mouth hanging open as she takes one end of the belt on her dressing gown and hands it to me. “Pull!” she commands. I tug on it and her robe opens. She shrugs it off her shoulders.

Oh, my God! I’m familiar with her figure, but now I have the privilege of seeing her cleanly shaved pussy, her small but perfect tits and her big brown nipples. There’s a short pause while I look at her — drinking in her loveliness, her classic beauty, her total lack of self-consciousness. Miss Darling seems to be as eager to display her body as I am.

“Your turn…” she murmurs.

I can read it in her eyes, how much she wants to see me naked. For the first time since I hatched this daft scheme, I realize that my fantasy of Miss Darling might really come true. Time to make it happen…

I sit on the piano stool and lift one leg at a time to take my sandals off, giving her a nice upskirt view. Then I stand and lift my dress over my head, fold it carefully and place it on the stool. My excitement is building as I turn to face her, hooking my fingers into the waist of my knickers, slowly dragging them down over my hips and thighs, then stepping out. She’s seen me naked before, but I’ve never undressed like this in the school changing room. I’m doing a deliberate striptease, and her eyes are locked on my body.

I’m about to put my knickers on the stool with my dress — but then I get an inspired notion, and offer them to Miss Darling instead. Her hand closes on them as I point at the laptop and say, “When I give you the signal, press ‘enter’ to start the music.”

As I walk slowly to the centre of the floor, I can see her in the mirror as she briefly presses my knickers to her face, then lays them aside. I turn to face her, place my feet in first position, raise my arms and nod to her. The music starts.

I’ve never had any kind of real ballet lessons, so my choreography is unsophisticated, based on gym routines that I know well — chosen for the way that they’re going to put my pussy on display. I begin with a pirouette, some leg lifts and then crouch down, my forearms flat on the floor. I bring my weight forward until my centre of gravity is over my arms, lift my feet off the floor, then slowly invert my body so I’m vertical, but upside down. Then I scissor my legs open, spreading them as wide as I can so they form a straight horizontal line from foot to foot, leaving my pussy as centre of the “composition”, as it were. Then I lift my legs and spread them fore and aft, hold for a second, then switch legs. With legs vertical again, I slowly fall until my feet reach the floor. Now I’m bent down, my back to her, my two orifices in full view.

“Oh, my,” I hear her whisper.

I straighten up and do some handsprings, then, placing my hands on the floor, do another handstand and go over until my feet are on the floor again — body arched, legs parted, every inch of my pussy on show. I do several more gym routines, mostly splits and body positions that are, frankly, simply lewd.

At one point, I’m lying on my chest, legs bent backwards over my back, over my head until they reach the floor in front of me, so I’m doubled over. It’s more contortionism than gymnastics and it’s painful, but I manage it, knowing it will display my pussy beautifully. Another few backflips and the music ends with me lying on my back, my legs straight and splayed as I grip my ankles and try to spread myself open even further.

I slowly rise and take a bow. “Happy birthday,” I say.

“Bravo!” she cheers, clapping vigorously. “That was magnificent, Misty. From now on, when I teach your class, I’ll be seeing all the other girls in their leotards, but in my mind you’ll always be naked, just like you are now, showing me your perfect body.” She rises to her feet, drawing closer to me. “I’ll never forget this, my dear. Thank you so much for a wonderful birthday present. I enjoyed it so much.”

“Not as much as I enjoyed doing it, I bet,” I say, grinning.

“In fact, seeing you dance naked was such a lovely sight that I’d like for you to do your routine again for me. Only this time, I want to take pictures. Are you okay with that?”

Oh, what joy! She gonna have pictures of me showing off my pussy! “What will you do with them?” I ask, coyly.

“Oh, no one else will ever see them. I’ll look at them at night, before I go to bed.”

“Will you masturbate when you do?” I ask, boldly. She looks shocked, but now I’m on a roll that I can’t stop. “I love to rub my pussy, Miss Darling.” I can’t bring myself to call her “Dusty,” I revere her too much. “I think of you every night when I’m in bed, and I masturbate until I come.” I’m pushing my luck, I know. This conversation has gone well over the top.

Instead of telling me not to be so unladylike, she says, “Oh, my God, Misty! If only I’d known, I’d have invited you here sooner.”

“Yes, you can take pictures of me,” I say, eagerly. “Take as many as you like, lots and lots of close ups of my pussy.”

Miss Darling takes a camera from the compartment in the piano stool as I dash back to the centre of the floor, taking my position again. She starts the music and I go into my routine, but this time I’m not focused on elegant dancing or perfectly controlled gymnastics, I’m only interested in showing off my little girl’s pee pee, my pussy, my cunt, for the camera and for her.

She moves around me as if in a trance, taking shots from all angles, wide and close up, the flash going off every few seconds.

When the music stops, I sit beside her on the stool and we study the viewing screen of the camera, awed by what we see. There she is, little twelve-year-old Misty Meadow, showing off her most intimate self in the lewdest manner imaginable, bending and stretching to best display her pussy. It’s a lot more like stills from a porno movie than a dance routine — and that idea makes me so hot I can barely sit still.

“I’m sexy, aren’t I?” I say, grinning at her.

“A gross understatement, my darling. You’re my own personal porn star.”

“Can I take pictures of you now?” I ask.

Miss Darling nods. “Yes, but later. I’ll pose in any position you like, but first I’m gonna take you into my bedroom and get to know your sweet young body a little bit better.” She picks me up, cradling me in her arms, carrying me to her bedroom. The camera dangles from her wrist by its strap.

Once we’re in her bedroom, she gently lays me down on the bed — my bum on the edge, my feet on the floor. Kneeling between my thighs, she leans in close, staring at my pussy. “You’re so wet,” she breathes, “It’s dripping out of you.” It’s true, my pussy has been moist since I took my knickers off. “I’m gonna lick it off.”

She lowers her head and I feel her lips press against my slit in a loving kiss. Then her tongue touches my pussy, licking from my opening up to my clit in one long lick, then back down again. A second time, on the way up, she pauses at the entrance and presses her tongue into me. Her eyes, filled with adoration, look up to meet mine.

My whole lower half feels like it’s on fire, waves of lust radiating outward as her tongue goes back up to my tiny clit — circling it teasingly, then flicking at it. I hear myself groan. Then there’s a wonderful new sensation as her middle finger slides into me. It meets no resistance; I broke my own hymen years ago with the butt end of a candle. Miss Darling rotates her hand and curls her finger so that she touches that special spot.

“Use two!” I gasp — then gasp even louder as I feel the second finger go in. In the same instant, her lips press at the top of my slit, sucking my clit in and out rapidly.

That’s all it takes to make me explode like a nuclear blast, an orgasm twice as big as the best I’ve ever had. My body arches, my toes curl, and waves of love batter me from all sides, then gently wash me to heaven.

“Miss Darling, oh, Miss Darling, I love you so much,” I whisper as I come back down to earth.

She cradles my face in her warm hands. “And I love you too, Misty. You’ve always been special to me, ever since your first P.E. class. I’ve been longing for this day, but I was afraid to let you know how I felt, that you might report me and cost me my job. Thank God you feel the same way I do.” Then she laughs. “And you don’t have to call me ‘Miss Darling’, remember? ‘Dusty’ is fine.”

I shake my head. “I like ‘Miss Darling’ better. Don’t want to call you anything else.”

“If that’s what you want, love,” she says. I can feel her fingertip toying with my nipple. It feels lovely, but I’ve got something else in mind.

“Now it’s my turn to play with you,” I declare. “Come lie down.” She obeys without a murmur, lying back on the bed so that her feet, like mine, are resting on the floor. I rise, walk around to the end of the bed and kneel between her thighs, gazing in awe at the loveliness of Miss Darling’s pussy.

I see her camera is nearby, lying where she dropped it. I pick it up, frame her pussy so it fills the whole screen, then say, “I’m gonna get a nice close-up of your treasure.” I click the shutter, then draw away to take several more shots. “Now I can masturbate to these when I’m alone,” I say, now totally uninhibited. “Wow, you’re wet, too. It’s dripping onto the bedspread.”

“Taste it, Misty,” she moans. “Lick my pussy. Make me come!”

I’m only too happy to oblige. My childish worship of this goddess of the dance has morphed into raging lust as the pungent aroma of her cunt drives my excitement to new heights. I bury my face between her thighs and inhale deeply, letting her hear me so she’ll know how much I appreciate the scent of her.

Mind you, I’ve never gone down on a woman before — actually, I’ve never even gone all the way with a girl, nothing more than kissing and some touching — but I’ve been reading and fantasising about eating pussy ever since I knew I was gay. I gently kiss her outer lips, then begin to explore her with my tongue, licking all around the entrance to her pink grotto, then pushing in as far as it’ll go.

Miss Darling’s sighs of pleasure let me know right away that she likes what I’m doing. “Oh, yessss… oh my sweet little lover, that’s so — so wonderful…”

I lick her until my tongue starts to ache. Then I trail upwards to that special thing, that little bump that, in my case, I touch every night to make myself come. My clitoris is still tiny, but Miss Darling has a swollen nubbin of impressive size. I flick it with my tongue and hear her groan. I run my tongue round it in circles, teasing it. When she gasps, I take it between my lips and suck it, then release it and suck again — in and out, in and out as she writhes and twitches, her cries growing louder and louder until she’s screaming in a very unladylike manner.

I press two fingers inside her cunt, searching for that special spot that will drive her crazy, like it always does to me. “Oh, fuck! Fuck!” she yells. “You little fuckin’ sex fiend! You’re gonna make me come!”

Gone is the composed, sophisticated Miss Darling of Birkenhurst Girls’ Grammar School, replaced by a randy, lust-crazed lesbian who can’t get enough of my mouth and fingers. “Don’t stop! Don’t you d-dare stop! Oh, I’m coming, I’m coming. Oh, sweet Jesus!” With a final loud cry, her hips thrust upwards and her fingers dig into my scalp.

I’m flooded with joy! I’ve made her come. I’ve made my darling Miss Darling come! The thrill of knowing that sends me over the top, and my own pussy lights up, spreading that marvelous feeling all through me until my own orgasm shakes me like an earthquake, finally leaving me limp and drained, still kneeling with my face resting between my new lover’s legs.

Slowly lifting my head, I look up at her. Miss Darling’s eyes drift open to meet mine, and we share smiles. I know that the expression on my face must be one of absolute adoration.

“Oh, my darling Misty,” she murmurs. “That was a dance that we simply must do again.”

I climb onto the bed, crawl up to where she lies and stretch out next to her. She puts one arm round my shoulders as I lay my head on her breast, cupping the other in my hand, gently squeezing it and playing with her nipple.

“Any time, Miss Darling,” I reply, my soul glowing with happiness. “Any time you like.”

The End

Caring for Molly, Chapter 4

  • Posted on August 17, 2017 at 2:21 pm

By Girl Lover

The first rays of sunlight filtered in through the window. Kendra awoke to something touching her. Turning her head, she saw Molly on her side facing her, both of her hands roaming curiously over Kendra’s body.

Everything came rushing back to Kendra. They had made love last night for the first time. She was a lesbian… and a pedophile. But she didn’t want to think about that right now. She just wanted to enjoy being with Molly.

From the way Molly was touching her, it was apparent the girl was not trying to get her off, but simply exploring. Kendra smiled as she watched her small hands glide over her hips, gently tweak her nipples, then reach down to feel her labia. Molly’s face was tilted at an odd angle, her sightless eyes staring at nothing as she digested what she was sensing with her fingertips.

Reaching out also, Kendra caressed Molly’s cheek, causing her to pull back slightly with a small gasp. Then she smiled, melting Kendra’s heart. Unable to resist, Kendra slowly leaned inward, pressing her mouth to Molly’s and gently nibbling her bottom lip. Molly, not knowing how to respond, didn’t move, but moaned quietly, relishing the intimate moment.

When Kendra pulled away, Molly whispered excitedly, “Last night… did that really happen?”

“It really happened.”

Kendra rolled against her, raising herself up so she was looking down on Molly’s face.

“It was… it was, um…” Molly struggled to find the words. “I don’t know how to say it.”

“Magical?” Kendra suggested.

“Yeeaah! Magical…”

“More than the dance?”

“Oh, much more! Much, much more!”

Kendra leaned very close to her. “D’ya wanna know something?”

“What,” Molly replied breathlessly.

“It was magical for me too.”

“Really?” Molly was filled with wonder.

“Really,” Kendra breathed out before softly kissing her.

After Kendra pulled back, Molly sighed, then whispered, “I think I love you.”

“I love y—”

CLINK … THUD

Kendra jerked her head up in alarm, looking at the door.

SHIT!! Molly’s mom was in the kitchen! Kendra had forgotten all about her. She looked at Molly’s naked body, then at her own naked body. SHIT!!!

Quickly searching the bed and finding and grabbing the slip bunched in a heap, she asked, “Molly, where’s your nightgown?”

Feeling for it, Molly answered, “I don’t know.” She raised up, anxiously moving her hands all around the bed, trying to find it.

Glancing at the floor, Kendra leaned over and grabbed it, pushing it into Molly’s hands, “Here it is!”

As Molly began putting it on, Kendra frantically pulled the slip over her head and was pulling it down over her body when she discovered, to her horror, that she’d put it on inside out. SHIT!! She jerked it back off, quickly turned it right-side out, then pulled it back over her head.

Panting from her exertions, she fell back on the bed. Molly reached over, feeling for her. When she found Kendra, she pulled herself closer so she could wrap her arms around her.

“Do you really love me?” Molly asked hopefully.

“More than ice cream!”

“Really?! Cuz nothing’s better than ice cream!”

“Really, that much!”

Then Molly got a confused look on her face, “Does this mean we’re… girlfriend and girlfriend?”

“Uh-huh, it does.”

“Wooow…” Molly breathed out, “You mean — I’m your girlfriend?! And you’re my girlfriend?!”

“Yeah, except… maybe we need to keep this a secret. The kids at school would make fun of us, and your mom would be mad at me if she found out.”

“But Mom likes you a lot. Why can’t we tell her?”

Kendra pondered how to say what she wanted to say. “Um, do you remember being taught ‘Good Touch and Bad Touch’? And that you shouldn’t talk to strangers, or let them touch you?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well… your mother will think I’m giving you a bad touch.”

“But I’ll tell her you’re not.”

“That won’t matter. She’ll think because I’m older and bigger than you that I touched you without you wanting me to.”

“But I’ll just tell her —”

“Please don’t, Molly. What I did last night… the way I touched you… it’s not just that your mom would be mad at me, but see, it’s against the law. If your mom ever found out, no matter what you told her she’d have me put in jail because older teenagers and grownups aren’t supposed to touch kids that way.”

Molly was speechless, then quietly promised, “Okay, I won’t. I don’t want you to go to jail.”

For a while, they lay in each other’s arms. Then, realizing they’d better get up before Ms. Carrington walked in on them, they reluctantly got out of bed and dressed for the day.

As they entered the dining room, Ms. Carrington greeted them, “How’d you sleep, girls?”

“Great!” Molly beamed.

At first, Kendra was concerned that Molly might unintentionally spill the beans somehow, but luckily she didn’t.

“Did Molly keep you awake, Kendra?”

Kendra smiled, “No, Ms. Carrington.”

“Okay, come to the table and I’ll fix your breakfast. You like eggs, Kendra?”

“Yes, please.”

And so they ate breakfast, and afterwards played some games before Kendra left to go back home. In Molly’s room, as Kendra was saying goodbye, Molly spoke quietly so her mother wouldn’t hear, “Tomorrow at school… what are we supposed to do?”

“Nothing. We don’t want anyone at school to know or they’ll make fun of us. We just need to keep it a secret.”

“Secret girlfriends!” Molly smiled.

“Uh-huh, and when we get home, then we can do girlfriend stuff!”

“You mean kiss and…?” Molly whispered hopefully.

“Anything we want.”

Molly gasped at the thought.

Kendra brushed her cheek with her hand. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

*****

At school the next day, neither of them could concentrate at all during class. Ms. Luedtke had to keep reminding Molly to stop daydreaming and pay attention. Kendra zoned out in her classes, unable to think of anything except being with Molly.

During lunch, Kendra ate with Molly as usual, and both could barely contain their excitement about what they were going to do together after school.

Once school let out, Kendra ran out to her car, puzzling her friends as to why she was in such a hurry. When she arrived at the house, she had to wait only a few minutes before the bus pulled up, dropping Molly off. Kendra had homework to do, but she didn’t care about that; she’d do it later at her house after Ms. Carrington came home. She didn’t want to waste a single minute of the alone time with her beautiful girlfriend.

As Molly wheeled herself up, Kendra opened the front door.

“We have six hours before your mom comes home,” Kendra told her eagerly. “What do you want to do?”

Molly grinned mischievously, whispering, “Let’s get naked… and stay naked the whole time!”

Kendra grinned to herself, ‘Oh God, I’m going to love this.’

Following Molly to her room, Kendra watched as the girl pulled her t-shirt over her head, dropping it on the bed, then unbuttoned her skirt. Rocking back and forth on her hips, she inched it past her thighs, then pulled it down her legs. Her panties followed.

Kendra simply watched, completely captivated by the sheer sexuality oozing from the little girl undressing in front of her. When she came to her senses, Kendra quickly pulled her own clothes off, leaving them in a pile on the floor.

Molly looked over in Kendra’s direction and whispered as if worrying they might be overheard, “Now let’s go in the living room.”

She wheeled out cautiously, followed closely by Kendra.

Going over to the couch, Molly parked her chair there and pulled herself onto the couch. Kendra stood and watched, smiling.

“Wow…” Molly whispered in an awestruck voice. “I’ve never done anything like this before. I keep thinking somebody might see us.”

Kendra completely agreed. It was a strange feeling being naked in a place where she wasn’t supposed to be. Like being outside naked.

Her head searching around, Molly called out, “Where are you?”

“Right here.” Kendra sat down beside her.

Molly reached out to touch her, “Are you naked too?”

Kendra took the child’s hand and brought it to her breast.

Molly gave a small gasp upon feeling the soft skin of the much older teenage girl beside her. Smiling gleefully, she asked, “What do we do next?”

“Anything we want. What do you want to do?”

Molly thought for a while, then asked, “Umm, anything I want?”

“Yes. Anything.”

Kendra expected that Molly was going to ask her to massage her hoo-hoo again. Instead, she completely stunned Kendra by asking in a small, nervous voice, “Can… c-can I… give you a… a spanking?”

Kendra’s jaw dropped as her eyes bugged out. Never in a million years did she expect to hear that coming from this sweet eleven-year-old disabled girl.

“Huh…?” Kendra mumbled in her shock.

“I-I’m sorry… I didn’t mean in a mean way…” Molly apologized quietly.

“No, no! Don’t be sorry!” Kendra quickly told her. “You just surprised me. Yeah, you can, uh… spank me.”

The words sounded foreign to her. Molly spanking her?! If it had come from her ex-boyfriend’s mouth — and that was the kind of thing he might have asked for — she would definitely have said no, but from Molly?! The thought was intriguing. Actually, more than intriguing.

Kendra got to her knees, turned, then lay facedown across Molly’s lap, looking back at her expectantly.

Feeling Kendra presenting herself to her, Molly slowly drew in her breath as her hand felt the smooth, supple butt. She slowly released her breath.

“It’s okay…? If I spank you?” she asked nervously.

“Yeah,” Kendra answered, her voice becoming ragged with desire. Molly’s nervousness was making this already alluring venture even more tantalizing.

“Cuz I wanna do it kinda hard.”

“Oh god!” Kendra moaned softly to herself. She could feel her pussy getting wet as her breath quickened in anticipation.

Molly’s left hand moved firmly to Kendra’s back as if holding her down. She raised her right hand — then brought it down with a resounding SMACK!

Kendra jerked slightly. It didn’t hurt much, just stung a little.

Molly raised her hand back up, followed by another loud SMACK! Her arm flew faster — SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! — causing Kendra to jerk a little each time. The blows stung and Kendra’s butt began to grow warm. She groaned, not from pain, but from sheer exhilaration.

Finally, Molly stopped. Breathing hard, she asked, “It didn’t hurt too much, did it?”

“No, I liked it.”

“You did? Really? I was afraid you’d think I was a weirdo.”

Kendra raised up on her knees, then swinging her leg over Molly’s legs and straddling her, she lowered herself down onto Molly’s lap, facing her. “You’ll never be a weirdo.”

Taking Molly’s hands and placing them over her breasts, Kendra then touched Molly’s budding breasts which were just beginning to grow. For some time, Kendra had been awe-struck by these tiny titties that should not have attracted any attention for their size, and yet they did.

After fondling the small, soft buds for a moment, she raised her hands to gently cup Molly’s cheeks, leaned forward, and pressed her lips to the girl’s. Molly tried to copy the kissing movements, but it was counterproductive. Her lips kept moving the wrong way.

Finally Kendra pulled back, “Here, um, let me do the kissing so you can see what it’s like, okay?”

Molly sat still while Kendra stroked her hair and gently mouthed her lips. Kendra could feel Molly squeezing her boobs. To Molly, it was relaxing. As she felt how Kendra was moving her lips, she tried again, doing better this time.

Soon the hunger in Kendra’s pussy became too strong to ignore. Ending the kiss, she said, “Let’s play with our pussies now.” Seeing the confused look on Molly’s face, she added, “our hoo-hoos.” At once, that confused look changed to a big grin.

“Me first!” Molly cried out gleefully.

Kendra slipped off the couch and knelt in front of Molly, pushing her thighs apart. Pulling Molly toward her so she was more reclined, Kendra used her thumbs to spread her outer lips, then leaned forward so her face was only a few inches from Molly’s hairless pussy.

She inhaled slowly, breathing in the aroma, and for a moment thought about what she was doing, or rather about to do. She’d never imagined that someday she would perform oral sex on a girl. But then again, she’d certainly never imagined she’d be having sex with a little kid either. The whole thing seemed bizarre, but Kendra’s desire compelled her onward.

She slowly leaned closer, her face scrunching up, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue… and gingerly licked the warm flesh.

She was expecting it to taste awful, but to her surprise, it wasn’t bad. A little tangy, but that’s it. Kendra took another brief lick. She could do this. She took another lick, but this time, she kept her tongue inside, moving it up and down as if licking an ice cream cone.

Then she pulled back and asked hopefully, “Does that feel good?”

“Oh yesss…” Molly sighed softly. “It feels very very nice.”

Kendra smiled and with this confirmation, again pressed her face into the girl’s crotch, bathing her with her tongue. Not really knowing what to do, Kendra simply swirled her tongue all around.

Soon she heard Molly panting. Raising her eyes to look up at her, she was shocked to see how much Molly was reacting. Her face was pointing up, head rolling back and forth with her mouth hanging open, her fingers grasping at nothing. She was in ecstasy.

Spurred on, Kendra licked even more energetically, bringing out soft moans. As Kendra concentrated on her clit, Molly began to shudder violently, her moans becoming loud cries. Suddenly she stiffened, a wordless groan coming from the child as her fingers and toes curled.

Kendra raised up in amazement, her eyes bugging out as Molly was released from her exquisite torment, causing her to shiver all over, then fall limp.

Molly gasped, gulping in her breaths. Kendra watched, gently rubbing her belly, trying to soothe her, waiting for her to recover.

After a long rest, Molly was finally able to get her voice, “That was…”

She still was breathing hard. “That was…”

More breathing, “…really… really…” She wasn’t able to finish.

Kendra looked at her with a smile. This was the most incredible sight she’d ever seen. And the fact that she was able to give Molly an experience like this made it all the more special.

After several minutes, Molly asked, “How did you do that?”

“Well, um, put your finger here.” Kendra, sitting beside her on the couch, touched Molly’s clit. “Right here, and rub it.”

Molly placed her own finger there, then moved it back and forth a bit, her mouth forming an O in surprise. “Ohhh, that does feel good.”

She rubbed for a while, then asked, “Does it do that to you?”

“Uh-huh.” Kendra, her arm around Molly, kissed her shoulder.

Molly reached out with her hand to Kendra’s lap, feeling for her vulva. Kendra lifted one leg up on the couch, spreading her labia so Molly’s finger would go in easier. After some searching, Molly’s finger slipped between Kendra’s lips. Only knowing that the spot she was looking for was somewhere near the top, Molly’s efforts at finding Kendra’s clit were crude, not really staying on it, but rather going over it in brief moments. Still Kendra enjoyed Molly’s fingers immensely as they kept her in a prolonged state of sweet agony, teasing her with an explosive release but never quite giving it to her.

Kendra’s hands clenched the sofa cushions tightly as she groaned, “AAAhhhh oh shit… oh shit! OH SHIT!”

Molly giggled at the bad words, and probed her all the more. “Are you getting the good feeling?”

“Y-y-yeah…” Kendra stammered.

Finally, unable to take it anymore, Kendra took Molly’s hand and pressed it against her clit, rubbing furiously as she cried out, “NNNNNGGHHHHHHhhhh……”

Kendra released Molly’s hand. “Oh god…! Oh god…!” she panted weakly. “That felt… so good!”

“Did I do a good job?” Molly asked.

“Oh, yeah…” Kendra smirked, blinking, her vision blurry.

She felt completely weak, as if all her energy was gone. When she felt Molly trying to stick her fingers back in, she stopped her. “It’s… too sensitive. Let me just rest for a while. But, here…” She brought the girl’s hand to her breasts. “Play with these.”

So, Molly did while Kendra leaned back and closed her eyes. Still slowly panting, she kept murmuring, “Oh god… oh god…” softly to herself while feeling Molly’s fingers fondling her chest, squeezing her boobs.

After she felt rested enough, she opened her eyes. Molly had stopped squeezing her breasts and was now rubbing a hard nipple all around her face.

Kendra watched with a comical look. “Try putting it in your mouth,” she suggested.

Molly pulled back, “Huh?”

“My nipple. Put it in your mouth and suck on it.”

“Isn’t that what babies do?”

“And grownups too.”

“Why?”

“Cuz it feels really good.”

“Won’t milk come out of it?”

Kendra chuckled, “Nah.”

The girl opened her mouth wide and placed it over the erect nipple, sucking as if from a straw. Kendra told her, “Just lick the nipple. Don’t actually try to suck it.”

Molly began licking her nipple as Kendra carefully eased her onto her lap, facing up. Cradling her head and leaning forward so her breast fell into Molly’s mouth, Kendra stroked her hair as Molly suckled from her.

Kendra closed her eyes. Sex with Jason was never like this. Not at all. With him, it was brutish and coarse. But with Molly, it was gentle and… better. She felt a different kind of desire, and a bond she’d never had with Jason.

“Here, let me get up for a second,” she told Molly, sliding out from under her, then lying down beside her on the couch. Wrapping her arms around the child, Kendra kissed her long and deeply…

*****

Kendra glanced up at the clock. 8:27.

“Oh jeez! Molly! Your mom’s gonna be home in half an hour!”

“What?!” 

Kendra jumped up from the couch, then helped Molly into her wheelchair.

“I’ll help you get in the tub! Take a bath while I find something I can make for supper!”

She rolled Molly into the bathroom, lowered her into the tub, then ran out as Molly turned on the water.

In the kitchen, Kendra quickly searched the fridge and pantry for something that wouldn’t take too long. Finding some canned soup, she took out two cans, poured them into a bowl, then put them in the microwave. A few minutes later, they were cooling on the counter.

It seemed to Kendra like there was something else she needed to do, but she couldn’t figure out what. Then, catching a glimpse of her reflection in the darkened window, she realized she was still naked. Her eyes widened. ‘Sheesh! What if Ms. Carrington came home now?!’

She ran to Molly’s room, quickly got dressed, then went into the bathroom to see if Molly was done. After helping Molly out of the tub, they ate, and soon after Kendra was exercising Molly’s legs in bed.

“This was so great!” Molly said in her soft voice.

“Yeah!” Kendra agreed. “And we can do it again tomorrow.”

Molly’s face brightened at the prospect. “Ooh! Tomorrow, I want you to give me that good feeling again, with your mouth. I want it a lot, like… ten times! No, twenty times!”

Kendra laughed at her excitement. “Okaaay… I’ll give you as many as I can!”

“And I’ll do it to you too so you can say more bad words!”

Kendra laughed again, then got on her knees, kneeling over and kissing the girl. She held the kiss as Molly’s arm came around, holding her neck.

As they separated, Molly told her quietly, “I love you. Not like I love Momma, though, but in a girlfriend way.”

“I know, I love you too. In a girlfriend way.”

*****

The next day, Tuesday, was even harder for them to concentrate at school. After what seemed an eternity for both of them, the last bell rang and Kendra drove over to the house, eagerly awaiting Molly’s arrival.

As soon as her bus pulled up, Kendra bounded off the front porch and ran over to the curb. After Molly rolled down the wheelchair ramp, Kendra got behind the chair and pushed it up to the house.

Molly turned her head toward Kendra. “I couldn’t wait to get home!”

“I know! Me either!”

“Can I spank you again?” Molly asked in the sweetest voice.

“Mmmm…” Kendra pretended to think it over, then said optimistically, “I think so.”

“Alll riiight! I wanna do it really hard too!”

Inside Molly’s room, they got undressed, Kendra openly gawking at Molly’s smooth, slender body as the girl pulled her clothes off.

After Molly got on the couch in the living room, Kendra lay across her lap and Molly proceeded to spank her. As the hand landed on her bottom, Kendra jerked slightly with each slap, groaning in the bliss of it. Finally, Molly stopped and placed both hands over Kendra’s butt cheeks, feeling the warmth emanating from them.

Kendra got up and kissed Molly, wrapping her arms around her. Molly threw her arms around Kendra also. Their kissing became more passionate as their hands explored one another’s bodies. Gently easing her down, Kendra partially lay on top of Molly, one leg between hers, both arms around her, her lips on Molly’s lips.

As they kissed, Kendra began thrusting her pussy against Molly’s thigh, bringing out a gasp from the girl. She humped again and again, trying to get the relief she so desperately sought. With every thrust, Molly’s moans became more vocal, driving Kendra’s lust until at last, she became a frenzied animal, grunting in ecstasy as she frantically humped the little girl.

Holding Molly close, her hips thrusting like a mad woman, a steady string of the most sordid words coming from her mouth to Molly’s ears. “SHIT! SHIT! FUCK! SHIIIT! FUUUCCKKK!!!” 

As Molly groaned loudly, Kendra exploded, “SHITSHITSHITSHITSHIIIIIIII…” 

Kendra gave a few final thrusts, crying out with each one before falling off Molly and gulping in her breaths. Her eyes closed from sheer exhaustion, “God… you make me… come so hard…”

“You said bad words!” Molly tattled gleefully.

“You make me say bad words,” Kendra replied, between gasps.

“Let’s do that again!”

“I need to rest a while.”

Kendra’s shifted slightly, her hand sliding down to Molly’s pussy. “How ‘bout I do this?” She ran her finger between the girl’s outer lips.

“Oooh, yeah! Do that!”

Molly sucked in her breath as Kendra continued tracing her finger back and forth, then dipped it inside.

“Yeah… right there,” Molly whispered.

Kendra smiled as she moved her finger up and down, brushing each time across Molly’s swollen clit.

“Oooh… I can… I can feel it… it’s… it’s… it’s… UUUUhhhhhhh…” Molly groaned as she came.

Kendra wrapped her arm around her as they rested. Later, they ate supper and Molly took her bath. Afterwards, they lay in bed together, talking and softly touching each other.

*****

Every day after school, Molly and Kendra had sex, falling deeper in love. They discussed the future. In two years, Kendra would be in college while Molly would still be in middle school. The subject of marriage came up and how to tell their families… until one day, it all came crashing down.

Friday evening. Kendra and Molly were naked in her bed, locked in an embrace —

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! GET OFF OF HER!!”

Molly screamed in alarm. Kendra jerked up, then paled as her stomach dropped.

Ms. Carrington was standing at the door, her face crimson, twisted in shock and rage.

“GET OFF MY DAUGHTER!!” She lunged forward to drag Kendra off.

Kendra jumped off the opposite side of the bed, grabbing crazily for her clothes as Ms. Carrington came around toward her.

“MOMMA NO! PLEASE!” Molly cried, her arms outstretched in a vain effort to see what was going on.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean —” Kendra tried to explain.

“GET OUT!! GET OUT!! GET OUT!!” Ms. Carrington again lunged at Kendra.

“Molly…” Kendra took a last look at the girl before running from the room with Molly’s screams following behind.

Throwing open the front door and running naked down the driveway with her clothes in her arms, Kendra could hear Ms. Carrington’s threats. “DON’T YOU EVER COME NEAR MY DAUGHTER AGAIN, YOU SICKO! I’M CALLING THE POLICE AND I’LL SEE THAT YOU SPEND THE REST OF YOUR LIFE IN JAIL!”

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” Kendra mumbled to no one as she jumped into her car and quickly sped away.

She didn’t want to go home, so she just drove aimlessly down darkened residential roads until she reached a dead-end. Parking the car and shutting off the engine, she couldn’t hold back her tears anymore. She cried bitterly for several minutes.

So quickly. How did her life end so quickly?

One moment, she and Molly were loving each other and the next moment, she had lost everything. Everything. Not just Molly, but her whole life. She would be arrested, be registered as a sex offender, everything that she feared was going to happen.

Finding that she was still naked and not knowing what else to do, Kendra slowly put her clothes on. Her hands were shaking. Actually, her whole body was trembling. She felt sick.

She knew she couldn’t go home. The police would be there, looking for her. As grim images filled her mind, she barely managed to open the car door before vomiting into the gutter. She closed the door and fell back in her seat. Her shallow breathing and pale face made it seem as if she was dead. And she might as well be. After all, her life was over totally over. Everything was gone.

Kendra closed her eyes, thinking back to the plans they’d made. By the time Molly graduated from high school, she would have finished college, have a good job. Molly would move in with her and would work from home. They would have a dog, maybe two…

The teenager choked back a cry, then broke down as the tears came again. Several minutes later, she curled up in her seat and closed her eyes…

*****

RIIING

Kendra jerked, opening her eyes. Apparently she had fallen asleep.

RIIING

She pulled out her phone and looked at the display. She stopped breathing. Ms. Carrington!

RIIING

Kendra couldn’t answer it. It would be more venom, more threats of calling the police. She set the phone down and closed her eyes again. Eventually, it stopped ringing.

*****

RIIING

Kendra turned her head, looking down at the screen. Ms. Carrington was calling a second time. She turned away and closed her eyes again. After six more rings, it stopped.

*****

RIIING

Kendra opened her eyes. A third time?! She looked at the phone, watching, but not answering. After it stopped, there was silence.

Then, a few seconds later, a beep. A text.

Kendra didn’t move. It was not just that she didn’t want to, she couldn’t. Her strength and will were gone. She was as crippled as Molly.

She blinked, feeling confused. Why would Ms. Carrington keep calling so many times? And send a text?

Because she wants to take out her anger on you. 

Maybe… but… what if it was something else? She exhaled, gathering her strength to pick up the phone and look at it. She clicked the text message, holding her breath.

Kendra, please come back. I need to talk to you. I haven’t called the police and I’m not mad anymore. I just need to talk to you so we can work this all out. Please come and if you can’t, at least call me.

Kendra read the message a second time, and then a third time. Why would Ms. Carrington want to talk to her? It seemed almost as if she wanted to fix things again, to move past this the way they had after Kendra went to the party and Molly fell down the hill. But what if it was a trap and the police were waiting?

She read the text again. It didn’t feel like a trap. It sounded like she really did want to talk.

Kendra felt some life breathe back into her, giving her strength. She reached out and turned the key, starting the engine. Turning the car around, she slowly drove back to the Carrington’s.

As she came toward the house, she saw there were no police cars. Pulling into the driveway, she got out. She walked slowly up to the front porch and rang the doorbell.

The door opened. Kendra blinked in surprise. Ms. Carrington looked miserable, as awful as she did.

“Thank you for coming. Please come in,” the woman said in a hurt voice. She stepped aside as Kendra entered.

“Kendra?!” Molly’s voice came from her room.

Kendra looked towards it.

“Yes, Molly, she’s here,” Ms. Carrington exclaimed.

“KENDRA!”

Molly came wheeling down the hall as fast as she could, calling out searchingly in the living room, “KENDRA?!”

“She’s ten feet in front of you, Molly,” Ms. Carrington told her.

With a gasp, Molly wheeled quickly toward Kendra, who had to step aside to avoid being hit, then reached out her arms.

Kendra looked at Ms. Carrington, who nodded. Kendra knelt down beside Molly and hugged the girl.

Molly held her tightly, sobbing, “Don’t leave me… please don’t leave me… we’re supposed to be together forever, just like Belle and the Beast, remember?”

“I remember…” Kendra felt herself crying again too.

After a while, Kendra looked up to see Ms. Carrington sitting on the edge of the couch, watching them. She took a gulp from the glass of wine she was holding, then refilled it.

“You’re probably wondering why I asked you to come back.” She brought the glass of wine to her lips again, then seemed to change her mind and set it back down.

“When I saw you… what you were doing… well, what would any mother do?! I mean, how could this not be the most horrible thing?!”

“But it feels so good, Momma!” Molly interjected.

“Molly, I know,” said Ms. Carrington. “She tried telling me you were good to her and you weren’t doing anything bad. But I wouldn’t listen. She kept screaming and crying, telling me I’d taken away the only joy in her life…”

She picked up the wine glass, took another gulp. “She wouldn’t listen to me, not at all. It reminded me of her bad days — and that’s when I got to thinking that ever since you’ve been here with her, Kendra, she hasn’t had any bad days.”

Molly interrupted again, tears streaming down her face, “She cares about me and… and… and she loves me, and…”

“Molly, please stop interrupting. Let me finish.” Ms. Carrington took a deep breath. “Anyway, my daughter is young, but I trust her judgment. Her blindness has given her this ability to sense what people are really like. So… I listened to her.”

Still kneeling beside Molly, holding her hand, Kendra remained quiet, not knowing what to expect.

“She says…” Ms. Carrington wiped her eyes. “She says that she’s in love with you, that… you’re both in love. That you loved her just like Belle loved the Beast even though he was a beast. She told me about your plans for the future and…”

She wiped her eyes again as her voice broke, tears streaming down her cheeks. “She’s my baby… she’s all I have…”

Kendra said softly, “I love her, and I would never hurt her.”

“She wouldn’t, Momma,” Molly added.

“I know you wouldn’t. But… but it’s wrong,” Ms. Carrington said to Kendra.

“I know everyone thinks it’s wrong,” Kendra said, “but I’m not taking advantage of her, and it’s really no different than a massage. I mean, this is how I show my love, and Molly is the one I love and who I want to spend my life with.”

Ms. Carrington slowly nodded. She took another sip of wine, thinking.

After a long time, she sighed, then smiled approvingly, “I never thought about it that way, but now I see.”

THE END

Curious Girls

  • Posted on August 16, 2017 at 12:10 pm

Caring for Molly, Chapter 3

  • Posted on August 11, 2017 at 2:35 pm

By Girl Lover

Friday. The last day before the school dance.

Kendra hastily walked alone to class, clutching her textbook tightly against her. She and Jason had had one last fight before she walked away from him forever. Though she’d known for some time that their relationship was on rocky ground, the end felt sudden and shocking.

She was still cringing at his latest rude comment regarding Molly, “Half of her doesn’t even work.” Kendra was so upset she didn’t want to see anyone right now, not even Molly. ‘How could he be so… so…’ 

As she leaned against a corner outside one of the corridors, her friend Tara saw her and came over. “Hey Kendra, what’s wrong?”

“Oh, me and Jason just broke up.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Hey, Katie’s having a party tonight. Why don’t you come? Take your mind off him.”

“I can’t. I’m… I’ve got other plans.” But after thinking about it for a moment, Kendra changed her mind, “Well, maybe I can come later.”

“Great! I’ll see you tonight.”

Tara left, leaving Kendra alone with her thoughts. She realized how much time she’d been spending over at Molly’s. All of her time was at school and at Molly’s house. It would be good to be able to see her friends again. This was the night that Ms. Carrington stayed late and wouldn’t be home till midnight. After Molly went to bed at nine, she could go to the party and be back just before midnight when Ms. Carrington came home.

*****

That afternoon at Molly’s, they spent the day in the pool. As night began to fall, Molly took her bath and awaited Kendra to exercise her legs. As Kendra did, she could see that Molly was expecting more than just having her legs exercised.

“Molly…” she said regretfully, “I can’t give you any more massages. We were almost caught last night.”

“But we weren’t,” Molly objected.

“Next time, though, we might be, and that would be the end of everything.”

“But Kendraaaa…!” Molly whined.

“No.”

“Pleeaassee…?”

“No!” Kendra exclaimed, a little too harshly.

Molly didn’t say anything. Kendra went through the exercises and told Molly goodnight. As she went to the living room, she checked her phone and saw that Ms. Carrington had left her a text reminding her she wouldn’t be home till midnight.

Kendra waited several minutes to give time for Molly to fall asleep. Between the stress of Jason and not seeing her friends for so long, she couldn’t wait to get to Katie’s party. She cocked her ear toward Molly’s room. Hearing only silence, she quietly gathered her things, then slowly opened the front door and stepped out. A minute later, she was on her way to Katie’s party.

*****

Molly suddenly started in her sleep. She’d had a nightmare of a big dog chasing her and knocking her over. Even though it was only a dream, it seemed so real.

“Momma!” she called out, then remembered that her mother was working late. “Kendra!”

There was only silence.

“Kendra!”

Still no answer.

“Kendra!!”

‘Maybe she’s in the backyard,’ Molly told herself. She pulled herself to the side of the bed and slid into her chair, then wheeled out into the living room.

“Kendra!” she called out, hoping her friend somehow had not heard her the first time but would hear her now. Again there was no answer.

Going over to the patio door, Molly slid it open and wheeled out a few feet. “Kendra!”

The crickets chirped.

“KENDRA!”

Still, crickets was all she heard. Becoming worried, she wondered where Kendra could be. ‘Maybe she had to get something out of her car.’

Molly wheeled toward the corner of the house, then alongside the side. It was more difficult here since there was no sidewalk, and of course Molly couldn’t see the obstacles. She struggled to push the wheels through the thick grass and past the rocks. Her chair bumped into a large rock and wouldn’t move. Pushing herself backwards a bit, Molly went around straining to push the wheels over the uneven spots on the ground.

Suddenly, the chair lurched forward, throwing Molly off balance. The chair moved quickly, bumping about wildly as Molly realized she was going down a hill, a steep hill. She grabbed onto the wheels in a vain effort to stop herself, but suddenly she was on the ground, rolling uncontrollably, being scratched by sticks and rocks. Her head smacked into something hard, causing her to cry out in pain.

Panting from fear and soreness, she felt around. She was on the ground, in the dirt! Where was her chair?! She stretched out her arms, feeling in all directions. Not finding it, she crawled forward… “AHHH!” Something stabbed her leg!

Reaching out, she touched her leg where the pain was and felt a hard piece of a stump poking it. Through her tears, she called out desperately, “KENNDRRAA! KENNNDRRRAAA!!”

The girl pulled herself a few inches along the ground, still reaching out futilely for her chair. She was terrified, hurt and alone. Where was Kendra?! Crying bitterly, she screamed out, “KENNN—DRRRAAA! MOMMMAAA! MOMMMAAA!!”

*****

“Hey Kendra! Where’ve you been all this time?” Kendra turned around and saw Susan behind her.

“Babysitting this girl after school.”

“You going to the dance tomorrow night?”

“I don’t think so.”

Kendra checked the time. 10:47. Still plenty of time. She took another swig of her drink as the music blared loudly through the house.

*****

“MOMMMAAA!!”

No one answered her pleas. She had to find her chair! She pulled herself along the ground a few more inches, wincing from the sticks and rocks scratching her.

*****

“Yeah, I know what you mean. Like last week, I was… going over to… Michelle’s house… and… I…”

Kendra stopped listening to Bridgett. For some reason she couldn’t explain, Kendra was thinking about Molly. ‘But why?’ she told herself, ‘She’s asleep.’ But she couldn’t get it out of her head that something was wrong. Sighing, she interrupted Bridgett, “I’m sorry, I gotta go.”

“Where are you going?!”

“I have to check on something. I’ll see you later.”

Kendra pushed her way through the crowd and outside, walking down the street to her car. ‘She’s gonna be asleep. This is a waste of time,’ she told herself. ‘But then again, I have been gone awhile. Maybe I should check on her.’ 

A few minutes later, she pulled into the driveway. Walking up to the house, she opened the front door and went to Molly’s room. Quietly poking her head in, she was puzzled to see the bed empty. She looked in the bathroom and saw that it was empty too.

Quickly walking to the living room, she peeked in the kitchen, then into Ms. Carrington’s room, then finally walked out onto the patio. Turning on the porch light, she quickly scanned the pool.

Suddenly becoming fearful, Kendra nervously called out, “Molly?!”

In the distance, a faint cry echoed in the night, “MOMMAAA…!”

Kendra whipped her head around toward it, crying out in disbelief, “MOLLY?!”

“MOMMAAA…!” The pleading voice was full of anguish.

OHMYGOD!! Panicking, Kendra ran toward Molly’s cries, around the side of the house. Her heart dropped as she saw Molly’s wheelchair, turned over, halfway down the steep hill.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” she cursed as she picked her way down the wooded hill in the dark, scanning the ground wildly with Molly’s cries in her ears. When Kendra reached her, she felt faint at the sight of the girl, bruised and filthy, laying flat on the ground, vainly pulling herself forward.

“Oh god!” Kendra choked. “What have I done?!”

She bent down, “Molly! It’s me! I’m here!” Reaching her arms underneath the child, she tried to calm her down as she frantically called for her mother. Lifting her with some difficulty, Kendra struggled up the steep hillside with Molly’s deadweight in her arms.

“I’m here, Molly.” She tried desperately to calm the frightened girl down, but there was no consoling her.

“I WANT MY MOMMA! I WANT MY MOMMA! I WANT MY MOMMA!” the little girl sobbed uncontrollably.

Hurrying along as fast as she could, Kendra’s heart was shattered. How could I have left her?! “I’m so sorry, Molly! I never should have…”

“I WANT MY MOMMA!”

“I’m here now,” said Kendra, as she carried her into the house.

“I WANT MY MOMMA!”

“I know,” Kendra sighed. She took Molly into the bathroom and eased her into the tub. With the girl still crying, Kendra turned on the water and carefully pulled off Molly’s nightgown.

“Molly, please stop crying… I’m here… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”

Kneeling on the floor beside her, Kendra picked up the washcloth and tenderly washed Molly’s arms and legs as Molly continued to cry. Kendra couldn’t stop wincing at the damage she’d done.

She stared at the cuts and abrasions on Molly’s body, washing the dirt and blood away. One cut on her lower leg was bleeding more than the others. When Kendra tried to wash it, Molly jerked in pain. “I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry…” Kendra whispered.

With time, and with Kendra’s gentle hands soothing her, Molly’s jarring cries gradually subsided, though she continued asking for her mother in a quiet voice. Even after Molly had calmed down, Kendra remained afraid. Afraid of what Ms. Carrington would do when she came home.

*****

After about an hour, they both heard the front door open and close. Molly was still in the tub with Kendra sitting on the floor beside her, rubbing her back. Kendra jerked in anxiety as Molly cried out, “MOMMA!”

“Molly?!” Ms. Carrington called in alarm upon hearing her daughter’s cry.

“MOMMA!” Molly shrieked as Kendra stood up, her head bowed down like a guilty dog fearing punishment.

Ms. Carrington appeared in the doorway, saw Molly clearly upset, her leg still bleeding and Kendra backed up against the wall, looking very ashamed.

“What happened?!”

Throwing her arms out, straining to reach her mother, Molly tried to climb out of the tub, “MOMMA!”

Ms. Carrington quickly went over and fell into the blind girl’s outstretched arms, holding her close as Molly’s terror poured out of her, “I, I, I had a bad dream and I tried to f-find Kendra but I couldn’t… and I-I went outside and fell down, and I was so scared, Momma… I-I couldn’t find Kendra anywhere…”

Ms. Carrington picked the child up, hugging her as her head whipped around toward Kendra, daggers shooting from her eyes.

Kendra couldn’t bring herself even to look at the woman as tears fell from her eyes.

Ms. Carrington took a few steps toward her, her voice cold and quiet. “Where… were… you?”

Her throat dry, Kendra struggled to get the words out, “I… was…” her voice dropped to a whisper “…at a party…”

Ms. Carrington stared at her for several seconds before speaking again in that cold, quiet voice, “You left my daughter — to go to a party?”

Trembling, Kendra couldn’t even answer, just barely nodding her head.

Ms. Carrington didn’t say anything. She glared at Kendra, then with Molly in her arms, turned and walked out.

Kendra remained in the bathroom, still trembling, not knowing what to do. Should she stay? Should she leave? A minute passed, but Ms. Carrington did not return. Her shame and guilt told her to leave. She was not welcome there anymore. They had trusted her and she had betrayed that trust with what? A party with her friends. She could have seen them tomorrow. Or Sunday. But she had to go tonight… when Molly needed her.

Feeling sick, Kendra stumbled out of the bathroom, making her way to the living room. Picking up her bag, trying to hold back her tears, she went to the front door and started to open it.

“Kendra…”

The teenager stopped and turned around.

Ms. Carrington stood just inside the living room. “Please don’t leave. One mistake has already hurt my baby. I don’t want another mistake to hurt her more.”

Kendra blinked a few times confusedly, unsure as to what she was talking about.

Ms. Carrington took a seat on one end of the couch, indicating for Kendra to join her. Kendra slowly walked over and sat on the edge of the opposite end. She still kept her face down, not looking at Ms. Carrington at all.

Ms. Carrington took a deep breath, “I understand that Molly requires a lot of time and I know that can wear on a person…”

“I’m so, so sorry…” Kendra blubbered, unable to hold back her tears. “I just wanted… I mean, I thought it would be okay. I didn’t know… I swear I thought it would be okay…”

Ms. Carrington continued, “And from a certain point of view, you’re stuck here, just like she’s stuck in that chair. But Molly needs someone who can be dedicated to her.”

“I am!” Kendra interrupted.

“She’s told me how good you are, and how much she enjoys being with you. It’s been a long time since she’s been this happy. You are the reason for that happiness. Molly doesn’t want you to leave… and neither do I.”

Kendra’s head slowly raised, a slight glimmer of hope in her eyes.

Ms. Carrington added quietly, “What hurt Molly the most, more than the cuts, was that she didn’t know where you were, and she was all alone. And when you can’t see or walk, and you don’t know where you are, it can be very frightening”

“I’m so sorry,” Kendra’s voice came out in a whisper.

“I know.” Ms. Carrington reached out and patted her leg. “Why don’t you go talk to her.”

“Now? Does she… want to? What if she’s asleep? What if…?”

“It’s okay,” Ms. Carrington assured her. “You both need to talk.” She stood and went to the kitchen.

After watching her leave, Kendra got up and slowly walked down the hall to Molly’s bedroom. The light was off, but the light from the hall illuminated the room enough to see by. She couldn’t tell if Molly was asleep as she stepped in.

“Molly… it’s me,” she called out quietly. “I can’t tell you how sorry I am. I thought you would stay asleep, and there was this party, and…” Kendra sighed, “I’m just really sorry.”

Several seconds of silence went by before Molly spoke. “I couldn’t find you. I called and called—”

“I know, and I can’t apologize enough for leaving you alone,” Kendra interrupted. “I never meant to hurt you.”

“Why did you leave? Was it because of the massage?”

“No, no. It was… there was this party that I wanted to go to and… I just shouldn’t have gone. I should’ve stayed here with you. I’m sorry. But it wasn’t because of the massage.”

“I was really scared cuz I couldn’t find you.”

Kendra knelt down beside the bed and took the girl’s hand. “I know. I’m here now.”

*****

Moments later, Kendra and Ms. Carrington stood in the front doorway as Kendra was about to go home.

“I don’t know what to say,” Kendra began. “Why would you still want me after what happened?”

“Because I know you never meant to hurt her, and that you really care.”

Kendra silently nodded.

“Do you have any plans this weekend?” Ms. Carrington asked.

“No… um, not really.”

“Well, if you want to, maybe you can come over and you and Molly can do something fun together. Weekends are kind of boring for her because she doesn’t want to be cooped up in the house all day and there’s only so many places to take her where she can actually have fun.”

“Okay. Well, I guess I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Only if you want to. We already take up so much of your time. All right, honey, goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

*****

Late in the morning on Saturday, Kendra wondered if it was still too early to call Ms. Carrington. Though the woman had told her to call only if she wanted to, Kendra felt as if she owed her for last night. There wasn’t anything else she wanted to do anyway, so she called.

“Hello?”

“Hi, it’s Kendra. I was wondering if I could come over.”

“Uh, it might not be a good time. She’s… having trouble.”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you remember when I told you that Molly has her good days and her bad days?”

“Uh-huh…”

“Well, she’s having a bad day today.”

“Is there anything I can do?”

“No, I’ll just…” Ms. Carrington paused, then said, “Maybe you can. When I think about it, she hasn’t had any bad days since you’ve been here. Maybe you can help her feel better. When do you think you can come?”

“Right now. In about ten minutes.”

“Okay, good, we’ll see you soon.”

Kendra quickly put on her shoes and ran out to her car. Several minutes later, she pulled into the driveway, then walked up to the door. Ms. Carrington let her in after she rang the bell.

“Thank you for coming. She’s out on the back patio. She heard some kids riding by on their bikes and it really upset her.”

“Why did it upset her?” Kendra asked as they walked through the house toward the back.

“Because it’s another reminder of what she can’t do,” Ms. Carrington explained. “I tried everything, but she doesn’t want to do anything except just sit out there. I finally got her to stop crying, but now her silence is just as upsetting. She doesn’t want to talk or do anything at all. But if there’s something you can do…”

Kendra opened the patio door, stepping outside.

“Hey, Molly,” she greeted hopefully.

Molly didn’t respond. She sat in her chair, head hunched over, arms dangling over the armrests. Kendra knelt down beside her, not knowing what to say. She gently took the girl’s hand, studying her face for any response.

“Molly… I’m here. We can do anything you want. Anything at all. What do you wanna do?”

A few seconds passed, then Molly said quietly, “I want to… see… and walk.”

Kendra couldn’t think of say anything for a long time. She wiped tears from her eyes, struggling for how to respond to something like that.

Finally she said, “Molly… I know it’s hard, and it really sucks. I’m not going to tell you to cheer up. But I’m your friend, and I’m here for you.”

Ms. Carrington stepped outside, joining them, “How’s it going?”

Kendra stood. “Would it be okay if I took her to Zilker Park?”

“I think that’s a wonderful idea. Molly loves the park.”

“I don’t want to go,” Molly protested.

Ms. Carrington said, “That’s no way to live. You can’t let these things affect you so much. You have to put this behind you and push on, okay?”

“But I don’t want to go.”

“No buts,” her mother told her. “You’re going.”

They rolled the chair out onto the driveway, then Ms. Carrington helped Kendra get Molly and her wheelchair into the car. Molly kept repeating that she didn’t want to go, but her protests grew quieter each time.

With Molly safely inside, Ms. Carrington leaned through the window and kissed her, “Have fun, okay?”

Molly didn’t answer, just nodded her head. Speaking to Kendra, Ms. Carrington said, “Be careful with my baby, you hear?”

“Yes, I will.”

As they pulled into the street, Ms. Carrington watched them drive off until they were out of sight.

*****

At Zilker Park, Kendra pulled into the lot and parked. Molly had been quiet the entire drive despite numerous attempts at engaging her. Pulling the wheelchair from the trunk, Kendra brought it over to the passenger door and opened it up.

It wasn’t easy swinging Molly’s legs out, then lifting her into the chair, but she managed. Kendra pushed her through the park until they got to the bank of the creek below the falls. It was a popular swimming spot, and there were several people there. Some kids were standing below the waterfall cascading over the dam that formed the Barton Springs swimming pool.

Hearing the noise, Molly asked worriedly, “Where are we?!”

“At the creek in Zilker Park.”

Stopping at the water’s edge, Kendra first took off Molly’s sneakers, then carefully lifted the girl out of the chair and set her down on a large flat rock that jutted out into the natural pool, so her legs were in the water. Then Kendra sat beside her.

After a minute, Molly said, “I feel something on my legs.”

Kendra looked at her legs under the water. “There’s some little fish kissing your legs.”

“What?!” Molly exclaimed. “It feels weird.”

Kendra laughed.

Molly stuck her hands into the shallow water, trying to feel the fish. Her hands dug through the loose pebbles on the bottom for a few minutes, then she sat still.

After a while, she spoke, her voice low and sad, “Tonight’s the dance. Everyone will be going and having fun.”

Kendra silently thought, then asked quietly, “Would you like to go?”

In her soft voice, Molly answered, “No, not really.”

“If I were to take you, would you like to go?”

“You can’t take me! You’re a girl! Besides, I can’t dance.”

“We could go as friends and we don’t have to dance. We could just go so we can see what it’s like.”

“What about your boyfriend?”

“Oh, uh… we’re not together anymore. Right now, you’re the closest person to me and… the dance is something special. I don’t want you to stay home alone when we could have a lot of fun.”

“But I can’t see!” Molly cried out frustratingly, “I can’t walk. I…”

Kendra took her hand. “I’ll be with you. We’ll experience it together, just like Beauty and the Beast.”

*****

“Mom, Kendra’s gonna take me to the dance!” Molly blurted out excitedly.

On the car ride home, Kendra had told Molly how wonderful the school dance would be, causing Molly to become excited about it instead of anxious. Unfortunately, Kendra had forgotten about asking Ms. Carrington in advance if it would be all right or even if Molly had a nice dress to wear.

Upon hearing Molly’s announcement, Ms. Carrington frowned at Kendra, making her nervous. But the teenager said, “Uh… would it be okay for me to take Molly to the dance tonight?”

“Do you want to go, Molly?”

“Uh-huh!”

Looking at Kendra, Ms. Carrington asked, “This isn’t going to interfere with your night?”

Kendra shook her head.

Turning back to Molly, “Well, I’m sure you two will have a wonderful time. Let’s see… the only dress that would be suitable is your Easter dress. I’ll iron it for you.”

“Hurry, Momma!”

“Relax, honey. You still have several hours.”

“But I wanna get there early so I can find out what’s there!”

“You will.”

“I need to find my hair pin!” Molly exclaimed as she quickly wheeled to her room.

Ms. Carrington watched her, smiling, then turned to Kendra, “Thank you so much. Seeing her this happy means more to me than it does to her. This is why I didn’t dismiss you last night. You’re a good person who truly cares for her.”

*****

That night, just a little after seven, Kendra pulled into the school parking lot. Molly had been a mixture of excitement and trepidation as her mother was helping her get ready, and had needed to be reassured several times.

Upon getting out, Kendra went around, pulled out the wheelchair and helped Molly into it. As she was pushing Molly towards the entrance, the girl became quiet, no longer as excited. Going inside, she grew more nervous.

“Kendra,” she whispered shakily, “I don’t want everyone looking at me.”

Kendra whispered back, “They won’t. I’m right here with you.”

Stepping in, Kendra took Molly to a table, then after finding out what she wanted, Kendra brought over some snacks and drinks for them. As everyone danced, they sat at their table with Molly listening to everything and Kendra watching her with interest.

“What do you think of it?” Kendra asked.

“It’s loud.”

Kendra laughed, “Yeah. Do you like it?”

Molly thought for a while, scrunching up her face, “I don’t know.”

They continue to sit. Some of Kendra’s friends came over and chatted with her for a bit before going back to the dance floor. Kendra was dying to dance, but with Molly’s nervousness and her wheelchair, she didn’t see how she could.

They continued sitting and watching until finally a slow song began. Knowing the resistance she was going to get, Kendra said firmly, “Molly, I’d like to dance with you.”

Molly’s face twisted in alarm, “No! I can’t! I can’t!”

Kendra got up and came over, kneeling before her and taking her hands. “Don’t worry about what anyone will think. I don’t want you to miss something this special.”

“But how can I dance in this chair?!”

“I’ll pick you up and hold you.”

“What if you drop me?!”

“I won’t drop you.”

Facing the front of the chair, Kendra wrapped her arms around Molly’s back, under her arms, and slowly lifted her out. Molly gasped in fear as she felt herself being raised up out of the security of her chair.

“Don’t drop me! Don’t drop me! Don’t drop me!” she whispered in panic.

“I won’t,” Kendra calmly whispered in her ear.

Kendra held Molly up in the air against her chest, her legs dangling while Molly’s arms clung tightly around Kendra’s neck. Kendra carried her to the dance floor. Although she knew many people were staring peculiarly at them, Kendra didn’t look around. This was about Molly.

“Is everyone looking at me?” Molly asked worriedly.

“Don’t think about anyone else,” Kendra whispered in her ear. “There’s only you and me. No one else.”

She slowly swayed back and forth, holding Molly against her. At first, Molly held tightly to her neck, her body stiff, but feeling the comforting arms around her, she began to relax, allowing her head to fall onto Kendra’s shoulder.

Kendra slowly danced in a circle. She looked at the little girl in her arms and with the music swirling about them, began to feel something. The same feeling she’d had when Molly snuggled against her while they watched Beauty and the Beast. A deep attraction.

“What do you think?” Kendra asked.

“It’s magical,” Molly happily sighed.

Kendra smiled. This is what she wanted. It certainly wasn’t what she imagined the dance would be like a week ago, but it was just as wonderful.

*****

“I can’t believe I was dancing! In front of everyone!”

They were in the car driving back and Molly was still enthralled with the dance.

“I thought you would like it.”

“It was just like my fantasy!” Then Molly added in a less excited, somewhat confused voice, “…except it was with a girl.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be a boy for you,” Kendra said apologetically.

Molly was silent for a moment, then said, “It’s all right. Actually, I would’ve been scared to be there with a strange boy, but not with you.”

After a while, Molly suddenly asked, “Hey, d’ya wanna play a game when we get home?”

Being that it was past ten o’clock at this point, Kendra asked, “How late does your mom let you stay up on Saturday?”

“Till midnight!” Molly exclaimed proudly, “Come on! Play Uno with me!”

Kendra giggled at the little girl’s excitement, “Okay!”

“Great! And after Uno, we can play Monopoly and then…” Molly suddenly gasped loudly, “Can you spend the night?!”

“Uh, yeah, I guess so.” Kendra thought about it. “I could text my parents that I’m staying overnight with you.”

“YEESSS!” Molly squealed with delight, “We’ll stay up allll night!”

“And this is okay with your mom?”

“Oh — I don’t know,” Molly exclaimed, caught off guard, realizing she didn’t know if her mother would let Kendra stay.

When they got back to the house and Kendra opened the front door, Molly quickly wheeled inside, crying out, “MOMMA, CAN KENDRA SPEND THE NIGHT WITH ME?!”

“Molly, stop yelling!” Ms. Carrington scolded. “I’m right here on the couch!”

“Can Kendra spend the night?!”

“Spend the night with—?”

“PUH-LEEAASSSE!!” Molly interrupted.

Ms. Carrington looked at the older girl. “Kendra?”

“It’s fine with me,” she shrugged. “I’d like to.”

“Do you need to get anything from home? What about your parents?”

“I’ll text them. They won’t mind. I don’t really need anything. Well…” She looked at the dress she was wearing, “um, maybe a nightgown, if you have an extra one.”

“I’m sure I have one,” Ms. Carrington smiled. “So, how was the dance?”

“It was awesome! Kendra danced with me!”

“You did?” Ms. Carrington’s eyebrows raised up toward Kendra, who smiled back nervously in return.

“Yeah!” Molly continued, gushing, “She held me so I wasn’t in my chair!”

“Thank you, Kendra. That means so much.”

“I wanted it to be special for her,” Kendra explained.

“Well, judging by Molly’s excitement, it was,” Ms. Carrington smirked.

“C’mon, Kendra!” Feeling for Kendra’s hand, Molly took it and began rolling her wheelchair towards her bedroom, pulling Kendra along with her.

When they got to her room, Molly wheeled over to the shelf, “Okay, what d’ya want to play first, Uno or Monopoly?”

“Umm, Monopoly.”

*****

As they played, Kendra drank in Molly’s joy and confidence. She was such a different girl compared to what she was back on Tuesday, when she first saw Molly wheeling herself down the hall at school.

An hour and a half later, as Molly was reading the braille game card in her hand, Ms. Carrington poked her head in, “Okay, girls, time to go to bed.”

“But Mooommm, we’re going to stay up all night!” Molly cried exasperatingly.

“You need your sleep.”

“Awww…”

Ms. Carrington came over to Kendra, “I couldn’t find any nightgowns, but here’s a slip you can use.”

She went over to Molly, “Let me unzip this dress, then I’ll hang it up.”

After it was unzipped, Molly pulled it down her arms then began quickly wriggling and tugging it under her butt.

“Molly, stop!” her mother scolded. “Let me help you or you’ll end up tearing it.”

She lifted Molly’s legs while Molly pulled the dress down.

“Carefully, carefully…” said Ms. Carrington.

When the dress was safely off, she hung it up while a very naked Molly wheeled over to her chest of drawers, opened the bottom drawer, and took out a nightgown. Pulling it over her head, the girl wheeled over to the bed, and shifting herself and rolling, managed to get on and lie down.

“I’ll exercise Molly’s legs, Kendra,” said Ms. Carrington, “while you change.”

“I want Kendra to do it,” Molly protested.

Ms. Carrington looked at Molly. “You do?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” she smiled, then kissed Molly goodnight before leaving the room, closing the door behind her.

Kendra took the game board off the bed and set it on the desk. Then, unzipping the back of her own dress, she pulled it down, stepping out of it. She laid it out over a chair, then lifted Ms. Carrington’s silk slip over her head, letting it fall. It felt cool and very nice against her skin.

Going over to the side of the bed, she lifted Molly’s left leg and began the exercises by moving it back and forth.

“Kendra…?”

Kendra was sure what Molly was about to ask. She thought she should say no, especially since her mother was there in the house, but their romantic dance had made things more complicated. And Molly wanting her to spend the night in her bed had complicated them even further. Although she tried resisting it, Kendra couldn’t deny that she was very attracted to this little girl, which made sleeping together awkward.

“Hmm?” she said.

“I’m really glad you want to spend the night with me.”

“Me too.”

Kendra continued exercising her legs while Molly stayed silent for awhile.

“Kendra…?”

“Yeah?”

“How did you know, um, when you were in love? With your boyfriend, I mean.”

“Oh, uh, it’s something you feel. You always want to be with that person, and… do other things. Like wanting to hold their hand. Wanting to kiss them. Things like that.”

“Why aren’t ya’ll together anymore?”

“We were just too different.”

“Oh.”

Molly didn’t say anything else after that, surprising Kendra who’d expected the girl to ask for another massage. When Kendra finished the leg exercises, she turned out the light, went to the other side of the bed and pulled back the blanket, climbing in beside Molly.

They lay quietly for a minute, then Molly turned onto her side, facing Kendra while reaching out to her. Touching the silk fabric covering Kendra’s body, she commented quietly, “This is really soft.”

“Yeah.”

Feeling Molly’s fingers touching her wasn’t setting Kendra’s mind at ease, not one bit. With her heart pounding, Kendra lifted a hand and reached across, touching Molly’s nightgown and feeling the warm, soft, yielding body beneath it.

Molly’s fingers were casually exploring, but Kendra’s were moving with a purpose. Sliding down over Molly’s hip until the gown ended, Kendra’s fingers touched the bare skin of her thigh. Going beneath the fabric, her fingers slid back up, pulling Molly’s nightie with them, along her side. Kendra’s fingers continued gliding over her bare skin, causing Molly to giggle.

“That tickles!”

Hearing her laugh encouraged Kendra all the more. She reached out with her other hand, digging into her belly, and with both hands tickling sent the girl into riotous fits of laughter.

She raised up on her knees as Molly tried in vain to grab her hands and push them away. Kendra tickled her all over, and then her fingers slowed to a gentle rubbing as Molly’s laughter gradually subsided.

Kendra looked at the beautiful young girl lying before her. Her nightie, pulled up to her waist, clearly revealed the bald slit between her legs as Molly, still breathing hard from her exertions, lay on her back, legs slightly parted. As Kendra gazed at her, she began to wonder just how far was she willing to go.

Molly reached up, smiling as she felt the softness of her mother’s silk slip on Kendra. Then, before Kendra knew it, her hands went to the girl’s body, seemingly with a mind of their own.

Kendra slowly traced a line with her index finger down across Molly’s tummy, over her puffy mound, and then along the slit of her labia. Her finger, moving up and down repeatedly, soon sank into the soft warmth.

As Molly succumbed to little jitters of pleasure, her hands dropped to her sides. Her mouth opened wide, quivering as if she was intending to speak, but no sound came out. Mesmerized by this, and emboldened, Kendra tried reaching under Molly to remove her gown, but it was held down by her body weight.

“Molly,” Kendra whispered huskily, “can you, um, sit up? I want to take your nightie off.”

Molly tugged the gown a little higher, then sat up, pulling it over her head with Kendra’s help. Tossing it on the floor beside the bed, she lay down again.

“Oh shit! What am I doing?!” Kendra thought as she gaped at the naked eleven-year-old before her.

She was a skinny little thing, her tiny breasts just starting to bud. So undeveloped, but so beautiful. So irresistible.

Hastily removing her slip, leaving them both nude, Kendra gently set her hand on Molly’s vulva, then knelt over, pressing her lips to her belly. As she mouthed kisses on the girl’s soft skin, moving slowly upwards until her lips came to Molly’s neck, Kendra pushed two fingers between her pussy lips, finding most warmth within. Molly’s breaths turned to gasps, her hips jerking violently as Kendra’s fingertips strummed the inside of her loins.

Kendra, as aroused as the child, if not more, pressed her lips to Molly’s in a passionate kiss.

‘Oh god, oh god!” the teen sighed to herself, her tongue exploring Molly’s mouth, fingers still working between her legs, ‘This is it, I’m gone! I’m in love with this little girl!

After a moment, Kendra slowly pulled away, leaving Molly panting hoarsely, “Oh Kendra, oh Kendra, oh Kendra…” over and over without stopping, as she came closer and closer to the peak.

Then suddenly she went absolutely rigid and a long throaty moan came from her. Kendra felt a shock of fear. The loud moan was obviously that of a girl having an orgasm. Did her mother hear it?!

The moan cut itself off as Molly lay limply on the bed, her chest heaving, her slim form continuing to shudder as aftershocks coursed through her body. Kendra stared at the door, waiting, worrying, listening for any signs that Ms. Carrington had heard them, but there were none.

“Kendra…” Molly mumbled sleepily, causing Kendra’s head to snap back to her.

“Yeah?”

“That was… that was…”

She didn’t finish, falling asleep instead. Part of Kendra had been hoping they might go even further, but it looked like that wasn’t going to happen. She lay down beside Molly, pulling the blanket over them, wrapping her arms around her as Molly’s head nestled into her breasts.

Kendra sighed softly. Funny how these things happened. When she was getting ready for bed, she’d never intended for anything like this to take place.

But it did.

And she was in love.

Continue on to Chapter 4

My Family, Friends, and Sex – Chapter 13

  • Posted on August 10, 2017 at 4:59 pm

By Purple Les

My thirteen-year-old babysitter, Pam, narrowed her bright blue eyes at me. Blue eyes under purple eyebrows, her eyelashes were blonde, and long.

“What-ta ya mean ‘or something…’? Huh, Squirt?”

She had put me on the spot. If I said, “Have sex,” she may tell me “No.” She may tell me “Yes,” but I wasn’t sure. So I tried to put it back on her.

“I mean, um, well, like we did before. You know, kiss and hug some more. We did it before, remember?” I asked, hoping she wasn’t going to pretend it never happened.

Then I said, “I’ll never tell anyone, I promise. Mary and her sister won’t say nothing to no one either. I swear on my Father’s grave.”

Then I crossed my heart with my right hand index finger.

Pam didn’t say anything. She looked at me, then walked over and closed the drapes. The kitchen light was on. Pam turned on the hall light too. The living room was dark, but not so dark you couldn’t see. My mother’s bedroom door was open, and Pam turned on the overhead light in Mom’s room. Now we could see pretty good in the living room, but it was nice soft light. Pam’s purples were all different shades, but now in the dimmer light, it looked just one shade of dark violet.

Pam took my hand and lead me to the couch. She stretched out on her back. Pam took my hands and guided me on top of her. She wrapped her arms around me, and hugged me. My face was near her ear, so I kissed and nibbled her ear. She hugged me tighter. Then she was moving her hands up and down my back, and then she held the back of my head, and moved me till we were kissing.

We started to tongue wrestle. She would moan into my mouth some, and I would move my tongue more. I moved so my knee was between her legs while we kissed. I rubbed the top of my thigh against her crotch as hard as I could.

She gave a bigger moan and I pressed harder. Her hands lightly touched the top of my butt. I moaned some in her mouth so she’d know I wanted her to do that.

Pam moved her hands down farther and cupped my butt cheeks. I moaned again and she squeezed them hard. She broke the kiss, but didn’t let go of my ass.

“Maybe we should stop now, Katy. You’re getting me kind of worked up.”

“Don’t you wanna come, Pam? I sure want to. Please Pam, don’t be a tease, let’s keep going, okay?”

“Didn’t you come enough with your friend and her sister?”

“Aw, we were just getting started.” I laughed after I said it. “Don’t you need to come after seeing that?”

“Shit, why do you think I ran to the bathroom twice?” She was kneading my ass now.

“Did you masturbate in there? You could have done it in front of us. We’d have loved to watch you. Or better yet, do you.”

“Jeez, Squirt. Seeing the three of you all naked. Having sex. It really was the coolest thing I ever saw.”

We kissed some more. Her hand moved up and down my butt crack, over my bluejeans. Sometimes her fingers would make it near my pussy. She was making me super horny again.

I tried to push her sweatshirt up. She let me. I could see her stomach, and bellybutton. I pushed it more, till I could see her bra. It was purple with white trim, more like a sports bra of some kind.

Her boobies were small, but had a nice shape, like a small pear. Her nipples were hard and pressing against her bra. They looked like the erasers on a pencil, like the yellow pencils we had in school. I sucked a nipple through her bra, and she pressed my head against her breast, with one hand while her other hand still rubbed my ass.

Then she broke the kiss. “We really better stop now.”

I’d had enough of her teasing me, or being scared, or worried about something, or whatever made her keep stopping. I had to come again, and I would, whether she helped me or not.

I got up off her.

“I mean, Katy, we can keep kissing, like we were, but that better be all we do, I guess. Ya, know?”

“You mean, I can keep my knee up against your pussy, and you’ll keep playing with my ass, right?”

“Yeah, that will be perfect.” Then she held her arms out to me to lay on her again.

“Okay, just a second, I have to be more comfortable.”

I unbuttoned my blue and white plaid flannel shirt, and took it off. Pam’s eyes got wide. I think she was maybe thinking I would stop there, but maybe hoping I wouldn’t. I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled the zipper down. She didn’t tell me to stop, so I figured I’d go for it.

I pulled my t-shirt off over my head. Then I pulled my jeans down around my ankles. I just had on my blue cotton panties, and my wool socks. I moved my fingers around the waistband of my panties.

“Come on, Pam.” I half begged, “You too.”

“Just down to my bra and panties, that’s all.”

She stood up. and pulled her sweatshirt off over her head. She undid her jeans, pulled them past her hips, to her thighs, and sat down and took them off. She lay back down on the couch and held her arms out to me again. Her panties matched her bra, purple with white trim.

She wasn’t skinny like I thought she was with her clothes on. Pam was pretty curvy. Not as much as my cousin Sammie, but sure a lot more than me or Mary.

“Just a sec’, Pam.”

I turned my back to her, and pulled down the back of my panties, and then I looked over my shoulder at her.

“You like?”

“Yeah, Squirt. I love your ass.”

“Yeah, I can tell by that dark spot on your panties.”

“Well, I see one on yours too.”

I looked down. I for sure had a wet spot on my panties. I pulled my panties down and, marched in place till my jeans had turned inside out and came off my feet along with my panties. I left my socks on. Pam took her socks off. I could see her toenails were done in a rainbow, each toenail a different color.

“Yeah, Pam, remember, in the girls’ room, you guys all showing your pussies, and rubbing. And I was rubbing mine too. You were looking real close at mine, on your knees right near it.”

I took a step toward her face and started to move a finger up and down my now shiny bare slit. She was breathing hard and I looked toward her legs. She had her hand inside her panties.

I stopped rubbing myself, and grabbed her wrist and said, “Oh no, you don’t. Remember, we’re only doing like before.” I wanted her to see how I’d felt before. Then I got on the couch. I put my knee up against the wet spot on her panties. I moved my lips toward her and we were kissing again. I broke the kiss after a minute though.

“Hey! It was supposed to be like before. Play with my ass again.”

“Yeah, but, you’re, um, bare naked, Katy. I’d be, you know, touching you.”

“I’m not bare naked. I have my socks on. And you better be touching me.” I smiled at her, and then I kissed her.

Pam seemed a little shy or scared or something again. She just barely touched my bare ass. But after a few minutes she was playing with it like before, squeezing my ass, running her fingers up and down my butt crack, even exploring around my butt hole a little. The best part was when her hand got back around my pussy again.

I sucked on Pam’s nipples through her bra. That made her play with my pussy more. After a while of that I got between her legs and put my mouth over her panties where her pussy was. I moaned on it.

When she didn’t stop me, I pulled her panties to one side. I could see her pubes now. They were kind of long and almost straight. They were purple. Her pussy lips, were all purple too. That was just the way they were. You know what I mean, not real purple, but dark like, almost purple, sort of.

I began to lick her pussy. She put her hands on the back of my head. Pam pressed her pussy against my mouth and was grinding her clit on my tongue.

After a moment she pushed my head back. “Ah shit, Katy! Back off or I’ll come on your mouth.”

“Did you ever taste your pussy, Pam?”

“Yeah.” She said it softly, like it was a dirty secret of hers, and how could I have ever guessed she did that.

“You like it?”

“Yeah.” She spoke so soft again, like a little kid admitting to playing doctor.

“Then come on my face, and you can kiss it off after. Okay?”

Pam nodded at me, “Yeah, okay, Katy.”

“These are in my way, Pam,” I said as I grabbed the waist band of her panties. She lifted her hips up without protest and I pulled her panties off. She pulled her bra off over her head and tossed it away.

I loved seeing her bare naked.

“Did you dye your pubes when you did your hair?”

“Yeah. Do you like it?”

“Yeah, I think it looks cool. Now, where was I?”

We both laughed and Pam spread her legs apart some more, and pointed at her pussy.

“Oh yeah, I was licking you there.”

I got comfortable between her legs and started eating her out again. I did it real slow, exploring her whole pussy.

“Shit! Are you sure, Katy? ’Cause I’m getting real close.”

My answer was to stick a finger inside her pussy. It wasn’t long before she had a nice come.

She started to wiggle her hips, and went, “Oh fuck, shit, yeah! Yeah!. Oh fuck, don’t stop!”

Then she was writhing around and I had to hang on tight to her to keep my mouth on her clit and my finger in her pussy.

She laughed, and said, “Oh fuck, yeah! I love you, Katy.”

I looked at her red face. She was kind of sweaty now, and breathing hard. Then she caught her breath and relaxed.

“So, um, you want that kiss now, Pam?”

She nodded “Yes” and I moved up and kissed her on the mouth and she seemed to be getting all worked up again. She was kissing and licking all her pussy come off my lips and face.

She rubbed my butt hole with her finger.

“Is that okay? I never did anything like this before. I can’t believe I’m doing it now, and with a nine year old besides.”

“You wanna see my butt hole?”

“Really?”

I moved so I was looking at her pussy, my knees on either side of her hips and my feet near her armpits. I leaned forward.

“So fucking cool, Katy! I can see everything. All of your little bare pussy, your asshole, everything. This is the coolest thing that ever happened to me.”

I reached out and started to play with her pussy.

“You can feel mine too, Pam. You can do whatever you want to me. I like it. Honest. Stick your finger in me. Or move your hands on me, anything you want.”

“You mean in your pussy? Really?”

“Yeah, in my pussy, or my ass even. I like it all.”

“Would you lick me again?”

“Sure would.”

I moved my mouth back on her clit again. Pam grabbed the front of my thighs and pulled herself up some, and then I felt her kissing my ass. She moved her finger all around my pussy. Then she put it in some. I stopped licking her long enough to tell her it felt great.

She kissed my pussy. Then she did it. Pam started to lick my pussy. She started licking mine like I was licking hers. I grabbed her ass and licked her butt hole, and she did the same to me.

I went to her pussy, and she went back to mine. I sucked her clit, and she found mine and sucked it like I sucked and licked hers. Pam had another come. When she was done I turned around. I moved up so my pussy was right over her face.

“Now finish me, okay?”

Pam put her hand on my ass and guided me down on to her tongue. I heard a noise and turned my head to see her finger in her pussy. She took her finger with all her pussy goo on it and started to stick it in my butt hole. I started to move back and forth on her tongue. Her finger went in my ass a little more.

I started to feel the tingles in my pussy get bigger. My mind kind of went blank. Pam’s mouth on my pussy felt so, so good. Her hand on my ass was doubling everything that felt good in my pussy.

“Oh golly, Pam! Don’t stop! I gotta come! So close, I’m, uh … golly!”

My insides exploded. I felt so good.

“Yeah! Keep going, do it softer now. Don’t stop.”

Then I couldn’t talk. I kept moving on her mouth, then I sort of just moved back down off her mouth and lay on her. I had that super nice feeling, like I get after a good come.

Pam started kissing me. I kissed my stuff off of her mouth. We just lay quiet for a long time.

“Shit, Katy! That was the best thing that ever happened to me, ever! I love you.”

I tried to say, “I love you too,” but it came out sort of thick and mumbled. My head was on one of her breasts, and I just kind of played with her nipple on her other breast with my fingers.

Pam stroked the hair on my head, while her other hand rested on my ass.

The doorbell rang. We hadn’t heard a car in the driveway, and we looked at each other.

Then there was loud knocking on the door. We got up, and I pulled the blanket off the back of the couch, and we held it up to our chins, and walked to the kitchen entrance. We heard a voice outside.

“Hello! Carol! This is Sandie. We have a convict on the loose. Have you seen anyone?”

There was more loud knocking. Then we could hear her trying the door. All of a sudden Officer Sanchez was standing in the kitchen doorway. Pam and me were opposite her in the living room doorway. We had the blanket up to our chins and it hung down past our feet. We just looked like we were cold.

“Katy! Hi. Sorry to just come in, but we have a convict on the loose. The State Police asked us to check people on the outside of town. Where’s your Mom?”

“Hi,” I said, my voice sounding a little higher than normal. “Mom’s out with my Aunt. This is my babysitter, Pam.”

Pam managed to say “Hi.”

Officer Sanchez was looking over our heads at something past us.

“You girls seen or heard anything unusual?”

We shook our heads “No.”

“Okay,” Officer Sanchez said, still looking past us. “I want this door locked, understand. You girls tell Carol when she gets home to keep the doors locked, and you call us if you see anybody you don’t know. Okay?”

I told her we would.

The radio thing on her shoulder came on.

“Sandie, this is the Chief. All clear here at the Kellers’, and Mrs Schmidt’s. How about the Watsons?”

“Clear here, Chief. Meet you in the road.”

She turned off the radio thing, and looked at me instead of past me.

“Katy, I’m going outside this door now, but I won’t move away from it till I hear you lock it.”

Officer Sanchez went outside, and I ran naked to the door and locked it. Officer Sanchez shouted back through the locked door.

“All right, good! You girls have fun, but keep an eye out. Bye.”

I heard a car door close out in the road, and through the kitchen window I could see her and Sheriff Johnson drive off in the patrol car.

I turned toward Pam, who was still standing there holding the blanket up over herself. I looked over her head, and saw what Officer Sanchez had seen.

There was a big old mirror on the living room wall, and in the mirror I could see all of the back of Pam, from her head to her heels. Officer Sanchez had been staring at Pam’s bare ass, and mine too.

I didn’t say anything to Pam about it. I didn’t want her to get all scared. I guess Officer Sanchez didn’t mind seeing our bare butts. She had more important things going on. It made me wonder some though. It made me wonder if she really liked seeing our bare butts. She sure didn’t seem to take her eyes off where she was looking all the time she stood there.

Me and Pam took turns in the bathroom. You know, peeing and washing up. When I came out, she was all dressed. She told me I better put my clothes on too, so I did.

We sat on the couch and held hands and talked about what had happened today. Aunt Billie called, and they would be home in two or three hours.

Me and Pam watched some TV. She said it was getting toward my bedtime. I went and washed up and brushed my teeth. I came back out. Pam said I could go get my pyjamas on and she would let me watch a little more TV since I was so good.

“Um, Pam. Will you help me? I can’t undress myself.” Of course I could undress, but I wanted to have Pam take my clothes off.

Pam smiled at me, “Okay, Squirt. I’ll help you get ready for bed.”

I took her hand and led her up the stairs to my bedroom. I put the stairway light on, and then the night light, and my bed lamp. I reached under my pillow and pulled out my pyjamas. Then I stood there and grinned at her.

Pam sat on the bed, and unbuttoned my shirt, and took it off. She had me raise my arms and she pulled my undershirt off over my head. She ran her thumbs lightly over my hard little nipples, and then we kissed, while she kept doing that.

Pam got on her knees and undid my jeans and pulled them down, and I stepped out of them. She took my socks off too, and then reached for my pyjamas.

“Uh, Pam, I don’t ever wear underwear to bed.”

Pam swallowed hard, and said, “Oh, okay. Let’s get these off you then.”

She looked right at my pussy as she pulled my panties down. I sat on the edge of the bed and spread my legs open.

“Give me a goodnight kiss, right there, Pam,” I said, as I put my fingers on my pussy and spread it open for her.

Pam gave a long goodnight kiss there. Very soft and tender. I just couldn’t do anymore though. I thanked her and told her she could stop. She did stop, but took a very long look at my pussy.

Pam helped me on with my pyjamas.

“Pam, I really feel sleepy now. Is it okay if I just go to bed now?”

“Sure, Squirt.”

She helped me under the covers, and kissed the tip of my nose. Ingrid my sock monkey was over by my dresser and I asked Pam to bring her over for me. I liked that Pam didn’t tease me about having a doll to sleep with.

She put Ingrid under the covers with me.

“Want a story or anything, Katy?”

“No, just sit here with me for a little bit, okay?”

“Sure.”

Pam reached in her jeans pocket. She had a tube of her purple, grape-tasting lipstick. She put it on one of the shelves on the headboard of my bed.

“I want you to have this, Squirt. To remember today by.”

I smiled at her. “Thanks Pam. I want you to have something, too.”

I didn’t know what though. I didn’t have anything cool, like lipstick. I looked around. My clothes were in a pile on the floor.

“Hey, Pam. Um, if ya want, you can take my panties?”

I thought to myself, what a stupid thing to offer.

Pam smiled at me though, “Okay, thanks. I’d like that.”

She kissed me on the head, then she picked up my panties, turned off my bed lamp, and said goodnight.

I told her to leave the nightlight on. I was asleep before she reached the bottom of the stairs.

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