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Piper’s Mom, Chapter 1

  • Posted on November 15, 2017 at 8:44 am

By Amanda Lynn

Ruby’s Diner was a throwback from a bygone era. The motif hadn’t changed since the diner was last renovated in the late 1960s. It spoke of space exploration and the brave men who dared to reach for such lofty goals.

The walls were adorned with photos of such men as Chuck Yeager, John Glenn, Neil Armstrong, Jim Lovell, and other NASA heroes. Scattered among their likenesses were images of their flying machines: the Bell X-1 and X-15, the Project Mercury and Gemini rockets, and of course the mighty Saturn V which carried men to the moon.

Stephanie loved working there, even if she thought the red plastic and vinyl of the chrome-trimmed furnishings were tacky. Her employment at the diner had begun as an afterschool job while she was in the 12th grade, then continued part-time while she was at secretarial school. After graduation, Stephanie was unable to find employment in her chosen field in her hometown. She could have moved to the city, but the prospect of trying to work and care for a newborn in a strange town was far too frightening for her.

Stephanie decided to continue working at the diner until, maybe, a secretarial job closer to home became available. Eventually, she gave up waiting and resigned herself to working at the diner indefinitely.

It was twenty minutes to eight when Stephanie arrived at the small diner that morning. Walking through the front door, she was greeted by the smiling face of sixty-year-old Gary Junior — son of the long-dead Gary Senior, the first owner-operator of the diner which he had named Ruby’s, in honor of his wife. Gary Jr. was standing behind the long-serving counter, filling napkin dispensers and checking the salt, pepper, and sugar containers.

“Good morning, Steph,” he chirped.

“Morning, Gary,” she replied. “Morning, Carrie.” Stephanie gave a friendly wave to the woman wiping down the tables at the far end of the diner. Carrie smiled and waved back.

“Listen, hon,” Gary began. “Do you think you could work a double today? Jackie called in sick this morning. Said she wasn’t feeling well.”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” Stephanie replied with a heavy sigh.

Stephanie usually worked eight to four, while Jackie was supposed to work from one until nine. Carrie, Gary’s wife, opened the diner with him in the morning and helped out during the meal hours and with closing up in the evening.

“Now, Steph, don’t be like that,” Gary said as he laid paper place mats down on the counter.

“Gary, think about it,” Stephanie said, taking her apron from behind the counter and putting it on. “Last night was ladies’ night at the Top Hat, and Jackie turned nineteen, legal drinking age, only a few days ago. She’s hung over.” Stephanie grabbed a handful of utensils and placed a knife, fork, and spoon on each of the place mats Gary had just put down.

Gary checked to see if the coffee had finished brewing, took a pot, then turned back toward Stephanie. “You may be right. I’ll talk to her.” He poured a cup of coffee and handed it to her, then paused for a moment as if pondering what he was going to say to Jackie.

“You were probably doing the same when you turned nineteen.” He gave her a wink and chuckled.

Stephanie shook her head, taking the offered cup. She poured in a little milk and stirred. “To be honest, yes, I did have a wild nineteenth birthday. Broke a lot of girls’ hearts too. But I was in college, and it was a Friday night. So, no missed classes and I was here for my shift the next day.”

“Always the responsible one.” Gary laughed. “You know, Steph, if I was thirty years younger and there that night…”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ve heard it all before, Gary. You would have fucked me straight.” Stephanie stuck out her tongue and threw a dirty dishrag at him. She was used to his gutter humor, which was born from his fifteen years as a cook in the Navy. She knew his comments were completely harmless, even if they weren’t exactly ‘politically correct’ most of the time.

“Besides, even if I weren’t a lesbian, you would need to be eighty pounds lighter, let alone thirty-five years younger, to get anywhere near this pussy,” she said playfully.

“Hey!” he said, patting his ample beer belly. “This is bought and paid for.”

“That’s enough of that kind of talk, you two. Get your ass in the kitchen, Gary, or hers won’t be the only pussy you won’t get anywhere near,” Carrie interrupted.

Gary let out a deep belly laugh at his wife’s unexpected comment, while Stephanie had to wipe tears of laughter from her eyes. Gary headed into the kitchen, still chuckling, to prepare for the breakfast crowd.

Stephanie set her coffee on the counter and called Jessica, her best friend, to let her know she was working a double. Jessica lived just down the hall, in the same apartment building as Stephanie did, and watched out for her daughter, ten-year-old Piper, before and after school.

Jessica made sure Piper was out the door in time to catch the school bus before leaving for her own job. Her daughter, fourteen-year-old Amber, would hang out with Piper after school, as she got home shortly before the younger girl did. The two kids would spend time at Jessica’s place until Stephanie picked her daughter up after work.

On the rare occasions that Stephanie had to pull a late shift, like she did today, Amber would take Piper back to her own apartment after supper and stay with her. The teenager would ensure the girl did her homework, had her bath, and was in bed by eight on school nights. The two girls got along famously and acted more like sisters than friends.

******

Stephanie took a seat at the counter of the now empty diner and cracked open a bottle of Sprite. Carrie locked the door and flipped the ‘Open’ sign over. The older woman came over and sat beside Stephanie, taking a pack of cigarettes from her apron.

“What a day,” Carrie said. Pulling out a cigarette, she offered it to Stephanie.

“No thanks.” Stephanie was amused by the offer. Carrie had known her since she had started working at the diner almost thirteen years earlier — she knew very well that Stephanie didn’t smoke. Yet, Carrie would always offer her a cigarette at the end of her shift.

“Umm. Filthy habit anyway,” Carrie mumbled as she lit her cigarette. She took a long drag then slowly exhaled, blowing smoke rings toward the ceiling.

Stephanie watched the rings float away and smiled. “Such a neat trick.”

“Took me a while to learn to do it,” Carrie said with a smile. “Gary! Can you come out before I send Steph home?” Carrie called to her husband.

Gary appeared from the kitchen and poured himself a coffee. He moved around the counter and sat on a stool beside Stephanie. Taking a sip, he set the cup down.

“Steph, we have some news, and we wanted you to be the first to know,” he started.

Stephanie looked at him, wondering what it was, hoping he wasn’t about to tell her that he was dying or something. Her face must have betrayed her fear as Gary took her hand and smiled.

“It’s okay, Steph. It’s nothing serious.” Gary chuckled. “We wanted to let you know that Carrie and I have decided it’s time we retired.”

She was shocked, but happy for them of course. They had both put a lot of years and hard work into this place. Stephanie had also become close to the couple. They were like a second set of parents to her and they both adored Piper. She knew she would miss them terribly when they retired.

“That’s wonderful,” she said. “When do you plan to retire?”

The thought of her future employment ran through her mind. She was sure she could find another waitressing job, but it might mean she would have to move, maybe to the city even. That idea sent a chill down her spine. She liked it here in this small town where life didn’t move too fast and it was safe to go out at night.

“We would like to do it in the fall, but we want to find a good buyer for the diner. Someone who I know will keep it up, and someone who will guarantee me that you will keep your job,” Gary said with a pat of her hand.

“Also,” Carrie chimed in, “we wanted to give you the first bid at buying Ruby’s. We will ask a very fair price if you’re interested.”

Stephanie’s heart raced. She was thrilled at the thought of owning the diner — but that idea quickly crumbled. She smiled at them both meekly. “I truly appreciate the offer, and I would love to buy the diner. But there is no way I could afford it.”

“Don’t be too hasty with your decision, Steph. Think about it for a while. Talk to your bank if you want. The offer will stand if you change your mind,” said Gary.

“Okay,” Stephanie sighed, not seeing how anything could change that would allow her to buy Ruby’s.

“Why don’t you take off now? I’ll finish up here. Have a good night, and think about our offer,” Carrie said with a smile.

Stephanie thanked her and headed for the door. She called out a ‘good night’ to Gary who had returned to the kitchen to continue cleaning the grill.

It was almost 10:00 PM when Stephanie finally arrived home. Kicking off her shoes, she walked into the living room, lit by the glow of the table lamp and the light from the hallway, and found Amber lying on the sofa, her eyes closed.

Stephanie took a few moments to admire the attractive young girl. The sleeping teen was wearing a snug tee shirt and a pair of jeans that accentuated the soft curves of her body. Amber’s small breasts rose from her chest, molded by the tight tee, and it was apparent that the girl wasn’t wearing a bra, as her erect nipples poked against the thin material of her shirt. Stephanie let her gaze travel down over the teen’s flat belly and to her hips and noticed the buttons on the girl’s jeans were undone. She wondered if Amber had merely been trying to get comfortable or if she’d had other motives. The corners of her mouth curled at the naughty thought.

Stephanie could feel the warmth grow between her legs and heat rising to her face. In her mind, she undressed the girl, trying to imagine this delicious teen naked. She had met Amber and her mother a decade earlier when she first moved into this apartment building, and had started lusting after sweet Amber not long after the girl’s tenth birthday.

Taking a deep breath, she shook the erotic thoughts from her head. Stephanie approached the girl and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. She noticed an unusual aroma invading her nostrils. The scent was familiar, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

“Amber, honey?”

“Huh? What?” Amber rubbed her eyes and then jolted upright. “Oh, Steph! I’m sorry. I must have drifted off.”

“That’s okay, sweetie,” Stephanie said smiling. She left her hand on the girl’s shoulder a bit longer, caressing it. Secretly, she savored the thrill of the fleeting contact, wishing she could touch more. “Did you and Piper have a good evening?”

Amber nodded. “Yeah. We did our homework together, then she took her bath. We watched a bit of TV until it was her bedtime.”

Stephanie smiled at the beautiful brunette. “We’re so lucky to have such a wonderful angel as you.”

Amber stood, her face turning a bright shade of red as she noticed her undone jeans. Quickly buttoning them up, she glanced at Stephanie with a guilty smile, then picked up her book bag and headed for the door.

Stephanie didn’t let on that she caught the girl’s glance. Wow, maybe she wasn’t just getting comfortable earlier. I would love to have been a fly on the wall to see that, she thought. Stephanie followed Amber, then took her purse from where she had left it by the front entrance. Taking a twenty out of her wallet, she held it out to the girl. “I’m sorry I can’t give you more.”

“That’s okay. Honestly, though, you don’t need to pay me,” Amber said, pushing away the hand that offered the money. “Piper and I get along so well, it really isn’t like a job. It’s more like looking after a little sister.”

Stephanie couldn’t help but love this girl. She pulled the lovely teen into an embrace, taking in that aroma again. She kissed her on the cheek and rubbed her back, letting a hand move down Amber’s back and onto her cute ass, just leaving it to rest there.

Holding the girl felt so good. She wanted to tell her how she felt. Wanted to take her by the hand to her bedroom and make love to her all night.

They pulled apart a little but still held each other. Amber looked at Stephanie, smiled nervously and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. She paused for just a moment, long enough to search Stephanie’s eyes.

Stephanie could feel the heat rise in her face again and saw the young girl turn red as well.

“Uh, see you later,” Amber said quickly, then was out the door.

Stephanie stood there, staring at the space that Amber had occupied just a few seconds ago. She kissed me on the lips. She’s never done that before. What does it mean? Could she be attracted to me too? Fuck, woman, don’t let your imagination run away with you now. Stephanie shook her head and made her way to her bedroom.

As she turned off the hall light, she noticed another glow spilling from under the door to Piper’s room. She gripped the knob and slowly opened the door, not wanting to make any noise in case the girl had merely fallen asleep with her light on.

Once the door was open wide enough to see, Stephanie froze, unprepared for what she was witnessing. Ten-year-old Piper was lying face down on her bed, the blankets and sheets pushed to the side. Her pajama bottoms and panties were gone, and her cute round butt was raised slightly in the air. Her hips rocked as she humped the hand that was between her legs. Piper apparently hadn’t heard the door opening because she was wearing earbuds while watching something Stephanie couldn’t quite see on her cell phone.

Stephanie was shocked. Not because Piper was masturbating, but because she actually hadn’t even considered that her little girl had yet begun exploring her body and discovering the pleasures that could be had that way. It really shouldn’t shock her, though, since she had started masturbating when she was not much younger than Piper was now.

Stephanie’s eyes remained locked on her daughter. She knew the right thing to do was back out of the room and give the girl her privacy, but her legs wouldn’t obey. Her gaze was fixed on Piper’s ass and between her legs. Stephanie could feel her arousal growing. She was getting wet watching her own daughter masturbate, watching Piper humping and rubbing her young clit against swiftly flitting fingers.

Stephanie crossed her legs and leaned against the doorframe for support. She squeezed her thighs together, little waves of pleasure radiating from her pussy. She undid the buttons that ran down the front of her waitress uniform, letting it fall open. Stephanie absently pushed the bra up and off her breasts, still fixated on Piper’s movements.

She pinched and pulled at her hard, puffy nipples with one hand while she slipped the other hand down the front of her panties and found her throbbing clit.

The room was filled with the scent of Piper’s arousal. The same scent she had detected earlier when she hugged Amber. The realization of what this could mean should have upset Stephanie, but it didn’t and she wasn’t sure why. She should be mad but… instead, it thrilled her. The ripples of excitement that were coursing through her were becoming stronger now.

What am I doing? Why is this turning me on so much? I’m getting off watching my own daughter play with herself. This is wrong… isn’t it? My beautiful little Piper, she looks so hot playing with her wet pussy. Oh, fuck! I want to touch her, just like I want to touch Amber. 

Stephanie dipped a finger into herself and drew the thick, creamy fluid out and onto her clit. She slowly rubbed her pussy, watching Piper masturbate.

Soon, Piper’s moaning became louder, and her movements quickened. Stephanie listened to the girl’s pleas and couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Between ragged breaths, her daughter called out a familiar name. “Oh, Amber, I’m coming!”

Then Piper stiffened and shook as an intense orgasm took her. Stephanie watched the child’s little bottom clench tight. She could see the glistening moisture on her pussy as her daughter came.

Stephanie had to force herself to back out of the bedroom, silently closing the girl’s door before making her way to her own room. She shrugged off her uniform and undid her bra, letting it drop to the floor, then slipped into a robe that had been hanging on the back of the door.

She was so horny right now. All she wanted to do was fuck herself to an incredible orgasm. But she always tucked Piper in at night. Even on the nights she worked late or went out for the evening, she would kiss her goodnight upon returning home.

She waited for a few moments, calming herself and giving Piper time to recover from her orgasm and crawl into bed, before heading back to her daughter’s bedroom.

When she reached her door, she saw that the light was off. Stephanie took a deep breath, slowly released it and opened the door. The room was dark and quiet. The scent of sex lingered in the air.

“Sweetie, are you awake?” Stephanie asked in a soft voice.

“Yes, Mommy,” came the sleepy reply.

Stephanie made her way to the girl’s bed and turned on the lamp. Piper screwed her eyes shut at the sudden brightness. Stephanie sat beside her daughter and kissed her on the forehead. The girl’s skin was still warm and a bit flushed. She could taste the salt from the dried sweat where she kissed her.

“How was your day, baby?”

“Good, Mommy.”

“Did you and Amber have fun?”

“Uh-huh. After we finished our homework, we took a bath, then we watched some TV,” Piper answered with a yawn.

Stephanie looked down at her beautiful girl and smiled. We had a bath? I wonder what she means by that. I’ll have to ask her about it later, Stephanie thought.

Stephanie crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs together. She couldn’t help but wonder if anything actually happened between the two girls. Was it just a poor choice words? Or did they share a bath? She wanted to ask her daughter so badly. She wanted to touch her. Touch her in places she had watched Piper touch herself earlier. No, I can’t… can I? I want to, but should I? Fuck, I need to come.

She brushed the hair from the girl’s eyes and smiled down at her. “Okay, sweetie. Time for you to get some sleep.” Stephanie kissed her daughter and pulled the blankets up around her. “Goodnight, baby girl. I love you.”

“I love you too, Mommy.”

Stephanie kissed her once more, turned off the lamp and left the room. As soon as she was back in her own room, she closed the door and dropped her robe. Stephanie leaned with her back against the door, then grabbed her hard nipples and pulled at them.

Her aching pussy was crying for attention, she could feel her juices oozing down onto her thigh. Slipping a hand down the front of her panties, she pushed two fingers against her swollen clit.

“Oh, fuck yes,” Stephanie moaned as little flashes of hot pleasure shot from her center and out through her body.

She pictured the sexy figure of Amber lying on the sofa, imagining the hot teen naked, playing with herself. Stephanie thought about the scent of sex she’d noticed during their embrace, the same scent she smelled in Piper’s room.

The image in her head changed. Her mind replayed the scene of Piper’s orgasm. Stephanie’s resulting groan was loud and long. Her fingers increased their tempo.

She removed the fingers from her soaked pussy and urgently pulled off her socks and panties. Once naked, she fell onto the bed, spreading her legs wide. Her hand quickly resumed its earlier activity, furiously rubbing her clit.

“Oh, Piper… argh…”

Stephanie could feel it. Deep inside her, a tormented bundle of energy, growing stronger, struggling for release. She pushed two fingers from her other hand into her entrance. She fucked herself. Deep and fast, her fingers pumped. Her hips bucked in response. Her skin flushed, breathing ragged and shallow, her voice a high-pitched squeal.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

The bundle of energy found an exit and exploded outward, traveling along every nerve. Stephanie cried out. Her body spasmed over and over, and she whimpered with each twitch. When the waves of ecstasy subsided, Stephanie brought her fingers to her mouth and licked the juices from them.

She lay there several minutes longer, her mind sorting through the events of the last half hour. She had just masturbated to erotic visions of her naked daughter. She felt a twinge of guilt. Why am I feeling this way about my own child? She is so beautiful, so innocent. But still, God, I want her.

Eventually, she fell into a restless sleep. 

Chapter 2 is coming soon!

My Family, Friends, and Sex – Chapter 18

  • Posted on November 5, 2017 at 11:43 am

By Purple Les

I was getting sick of winter. It just never ends. As much as I like it at first, by the time it’s February, I’ve had enough. Except for the few sunny days, when it’s fun to ice skate at Crowley Pond, winters become boring. Stupid static electricity! I kept getting shocked every time I touched something in the house. My teacher, Mrs Collins, says it’s because of the dry weather and cold temps, and she made me read a chapter out of our science book.

There was a big flu outbreak. So many kids and teachers were off sick. The grownups were going to close the school for a week. We’d already had February recess anyway, but I would have been happy with another week off.

But someone got the idea of combining the two other schools with our school, since ours is in the middle of the other two. So I was sad we still had school, but Mary and Siobhan were glad.

It was Thursday, I was glad the week was almost over. It had been a weird week seeing all these new kids. It was afternoon, just after lunch. Me and Mary were standing in the hall, near my classroom. We were checking out the new kids. The hall was busy with kids coming back from lunch.

“Hey, Katy, look at that girl.”

“Golly! I’d love to just hug her she’s so cute.” We were looking at a girl who was maybe ten or eleven years old from one of the other schools.

“Yeah, you’d do more than that, you perv.”

“Yeah, well, so would you,” I said back to Mary, ’cause I knew she would. Then I added, “I really like her head scarf thing, too.”

“I think it’s called a hijab, it’s a religious kind of thing,” Mary informed me.

“Well,” I said, “I still think she’s so cute.”

We were sort of like checking her out, even though we couldn’t see her shape because of her loose garments. Her face was pretty, though, and we could tell she was slim. I couldn’t help wondering what she would look like naked.

Then we looked up the hall and both groaned. It was this sixth-grade boy from another school. Me and Mary call him ‘Big Boy,’ not to his face, of course. We didn’t know his name and didn’t care.

We called him Big Boy because he’s big, bigger than some of the teachers even, and he looks like a boy. Curly hair, chubby face, and more chub on his arms and body, but he acts like it’s muscle. He’s a real loudmouth too.

He was with two other boys who hung out with him, ’cause they were losers too.

Big Boy came up behind cute headscarf girl, and yanked her hijab thing off her head, which knocked her off her feet, and said to her, “Go back where you came from, you little terrorist!”

I couldn’t believe it. I said “Golly!” right out loud, and dropped my books on the floor, which made a big noise. Kids and a few teachers looked over at us now.

Then I saw Mary, as calm as could be, walk over and take the scarf out of his hands, turn around and give it to the girl. Mary helped the girl up on her feet again. She looked like she might cry. Mary put her arm over the girl’s shoulder and started to walk her away.

Then Big Boy came up behind Mary and the girl and grabbed the hijab back, and at the same time he pushed Mary from behind so hard she fell on her hands and knees.

He said real loud, “That goes for you too, you dirty little gook!”

Well, Mary is the cleanest person I know. Little? I don’t think so. Me and Mary are the tallest girls in our grade. I didn’t know what a ‘gook’ was, but I didn’t like the way he said it. And Mary was where she came from. She was born at the hospital that was in the other town, just like me.

Then he pushed Mary’s butt real hard with his big foot and sent her sprawling on the floor. Her glasses fell off and Big Boy stepped on them and then kicked them down the hall.

The next thing I knew, I was standing on the hall monitor’s chair. The hijab thing was in my left hand, the knuckles on my right hand were sore. The hallway had gone silent, except I heard someone crying, like a baby. I looked down from the chair to see Big Boy sitting on his butt on the floor, with his legs spread out at an angle.

He was the one crying. He had his hands up over his nose and mouth. Running out from the bottom of his hands was blood.

The sight of blood always makes me faint, and I did. Someone must have caught me as I fell from the chair I was standing on.

The next thing I knew, someone was moving something stinky under my nose. I kept turning my head away from it, and a voice said, “There. She’s coming around. You can put the smelling salts away now.”

Mrs. Collins face was close to mine. “You’re in the teachers’ lounge, Katy. The boy is in the nurse’s office so we brought you here. Do you think you can sit up?”

I was laying on a couch. I said, “Yeah, I think so.”

“Okay, good. Now, very slowly, Katy.” said Mrs. Collins, and she put her hands on my arms and helped me sit up. Then she asked, “How do you feel, Katy?”

“Dizzy.”

Mrs. Collins brought me a cup of water, and I drank it down, and then I drank four more.

“My hand’s cold,” I said.

“Yes, Katy,” my teacher said, “I have ice over your knuckles. They were kind of red and swollen.” She took the ice pack off my right hand and said, “Open and close your hand for me, Katy.”

I did. It was a little sore, but my hand worked okay.

There were a couple other teachers there, but they left now that I was okay. Mrs. Collins took me back to my class after a while.

The day was almost over anyway now. I got my stuff together to go home, and waited for Mary near her classroom. We got on the bus with all the other kids. We got off at our stop, and didn’t talk as Mary walked me home.

In front of my house we looked at each other. Mary’s eye glasses had a bunch of scotch tape on one side to keep them together. The lens on the other side was all scratched up. When we rubbed noses goodbye, she had a goofy look on her face.

She kissed my cheek, and said, “I love you, Katy.”

As I watched her head down the road, I yelled out, “I love you, too!” She turned, smiled and waved, and then walked away.

I looked through my pockets for my house key. After I came inside and took off my coat and boots, I thought to myself, they didn’t send a note home for my Mom to sign.

I have to bring a lot of notes home cause of stuff I shouldn’t do at school, but did. Today was a real bad one. I mean, I hit a kid. Then I thought they must have called Mom, because it was so bad. I ran to Mom’s room, and checked her cordless phone, but there was no message.

Now I felt sick to my stomach. They must have called her at work. I would be in for it when she got home.

I went up to my room, and put on my play clothes. Then I scrubbed some potatoes, and got them boiling. I sat down at the kitchen table, and started my homework. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to try to look good.

Mom was home soon after I did all that. I knew as soon as mom came in I was dead. When mom came in the door, and got her stuff off, she came over to me and hugged me, and said, “How’s my angel?”

“Um, okay.” I couldn’t have been more surprised if a unicorn had walked in the house and talked to me.

“Oh, Katy, good girl, you got some dinner started. I’ll finish it up. Hmm, potatoes. How about I smash them, and we have gravy and something?”

“Sure, Mom,” I said. I guessed they hadn’t called mom at work either. Mom didn’t know how much trouble I’d made at school.

Then mom just kept talking about her day and stuff. I wanted to tell her a few times what had happened at school. Whenever I got ready to, I couldn’t ’cause she’d start talking all happy again. She hadn’t been this happy and talking like she used to since before last Thanksgiving, so I thought I would tell her in the morning.

I was in the living room, after dinner, and mom yelled to me, “Come on Katy, I made a chocolate cream pie. I just have to make the whipped cream. Come help me.”

Well, this was too good. Now I was real happy, too. Mom finished making the whipped cream, and we heard a car in the driveway, and the doorbell rang. It was Officer Sanchez.

“Hey, Sandie,” my mom said. “Perfect timing. How about some pie with us? I’ll make some coffee.”

“Um, thanks, Carol, but I’m afraid I’m here on business.”

Mom laughed, “Oh, Bill wants me to make him that lasagna I promised him.”

“Uh, no, Carol. The sheriff sent me here for something else. I have a warrant for arrest here.”

Officer Sanchez took an envelope out of her pocket, Mom put her index finger in her mouth and bit it hard, before she asked, “What did I do, Sandie?”

“Uh, well, nothing, Carol. I, uh, I’m here to bring Katy in.”

I felt sick to my stomach again. Mom looked at me, then back at Officer Sanchez.

“Okay, Sandie,” Mom said, “Good joke. Let me get that coffee going.”

“Um, it’s no joke, Carol.” Mom took the envelope from Officer Sanchez. She opened it, read the paper inside, looked back and forth from me to Officer Sanchez.

“Assault and battery! Sandie, what the…?” Then Mom looked at me. I wished I could have crawled under the table, through the floor, through the basement floor, and kept going till I got to China.

“I tried to tell you a few times, Mom, but well, you were so happy, and I thought I’d wait till morning. I uh…”

Mom started to yell at me, then she yelled at Officer Sanchez, then I told her some of what happened, between her yelling.

Officer Sanchez said, “So, the boy’s father is coming to the station to press charges. Bill says he can get it all fixed up fast if it’s just him and the boy’s dad, and Katy there.”

“Oh no! I’m coming down there, and straighten this guy out myself!” Mom yelled.

Officer Sanchez called the Sheriff on her shoulder radio thing. We heard his voice say, “No way, Carol. You let me handle this, I swear we’ll have Katy home by eight pm at the very latest.”

Mom yelled out, “All right, Bill, but if she isn’t, I swear to God, I’ll be at the station at eight fifteen, and it won’t be fun!”

I felt throwing up sick now. Officer Sanchez told me to get my coat and boots on. After I did that I put my hands together, held them up, and looked at the floor.

“What’s that for, Katy?” asked Officer Sanchez.

“So you can handcuff me.”

“I think I can trust you, Katy.”

Officer Sanchez put me in the back of the police car. The last thing I saw as we went down the road was Mom standing in the driveway biting her finger.

At the station it was nice and warm inside. Sheriff Johnson offered me ice cream. I didn’t want any. I took my coat off, and the Sheriff told me to take off my sweatshirt too, he wanted this guy to see how skinny and small I was.

After a little bit, a big man came in. Though the man was big, when Sheriff Johnson stood up the other guy didn’t look very big anymore.

“Thanks for coming down here, Mr. Conover,” said the Sheriff as he shook the man’s hand. “I think we can wrap this up pretty fast. It’s pretty cut and dried.”

Mr. Conover looked around the room and said, “Where are the assailants, Sheriff? The four middle-school boys who attacked my son. My wife wants them all locked up. You know, my son had to have two stitches in his upper lip, and he’s got a chipped tooth. Do you have them locked up out back?”

Sheriff Johnson jerked his big thumb in my direction and said, “There’s the assailant, Mr. Conover.”

Mr. Conover laughed, but not a real laugh. “This is a mistake. My son told me he was beaten up by four bigger boys.”

“Nope,” said the Sheriff, “She’s the one who hit your son.”

If the Sheriff was trying to help me, well I wished he wouldn’t ’cause now I knew I’d be going to jail forever.

Mr. Conover looked like he thought he was in the Twilight Zone. The Sheriff opened a folder and said, “Here are sworn statements from nine children, and three teachers, who witnessed the whole incident.”

As Mr. Conover started to look through them, the Sheriff glanced at the clock, and said, “Looks like your son was bullying two little girls, verbally and physically. Everyone saw Katy here strike him.”

Mr. Conover looked at me. “Is this true? Stand up.”

I stood up, my knees were shaking. Mr. Conover looked at the Sheriff then back at me. I sat back down, and said, “I’m really sorry I hurt your son. It just all happened so fast. I wanted to tell him I was sorry as soon as I saw him on the floor. But then I fainted…”

“This little girl knocked him down? My own son lied to me…” He looked at me and said, “How old are you? Eight?”

“I’m nine sir, since December.”

The Sheriff pushed a paper toward Mr. Conover, and said, “Just sign this complaint, and we’ll handle the rest.”

I thought to myself, please stop helping me Sheriff Johnson. Mr. Conover said, “What will happen to her, Sheriff?”

“She’ll be fingerprinted, we’ll take a mug shot, then Officer Sanchez here will take her out back, do a strip search, give her prison clothes to wear, lock her in a cell, and in the morning take her to St Paul, to the juvenile lockup, to wait for trial.”

I was never going to see my Mom again.

Mr. Conover looked at me. He said to no one, “This little girl? My bully-lying son. She’s a little girl.” Then he looked through the statements again.

Mr. Conover picked the pen from off the paper. He picked up the paper, and then tore it in half. He said, “Where does this Tran girl live? I want to pay her parents for some new glasses.”

The Sheriff and Mr. Conover talked for a little bit. While they did that, Officer Sanchez got my sweatshirt and coat back on me and took me out the door, saying on the way out, “I’ll take her home now, Chief.”

I got to ride up front this time. Officer Sanchez asked me if I wanted to make the siren go. I asked her to please pull over. I opened the car door and threw up.

“Aw, Katy, you poor kid.” Officer Sanchez said to me after I’d finished puking and sat back against the seat. She gave me some water, and I felt a little better.

“Sorry you had to go through all that, Honey.”

“I guess what really scares me is Mom. I almost wish I’d gone to jail instead.”

Officer Sanchez smiled at me, “It won’t be as bad as you think, I’m sure.”

“I sort of liked the idea of you strip searching me.” I tried to laugh but I couldn’t. “And thank you for never saying nothing to my Mom about you seeing me and Pam naked too.”

“Oh, you figured that one out, huh? Well, Katy, I have three sisters, one younger than me, and two older than me. I know what girls get up to. It’s okay, I didn’t want to make a big deal out of you two having fun.”

We got out of the police car in my driveway. I hugged Officer Sanchez. She came in the house with me.

The clock said seven ten. My mom said, “Okay, that was fast. Everything okay, Sandie?”

“All charges dropped, Carol.”

Mom looked at me. The killer look. You know how Clint Eastwood gets that look on his face when he’s a cowboy, and he’s gonna hurt someone? Well Mom could look at him and make Mr. Eastwood cry. That’s the look I got from Mom.

Mom said, “Kathleen! Go wash your hands and face, brush your teeth, and go to your room, put on your pajamas and you wait for me up there.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I said in almost a whisper, looking at the floor.

When I came out of the bathroom, Mom and Officer Sanchez were having pie. I sort of stopped by the door going up to my room so I could try and see how much trouble I was in.

I heard Mom say, “Sandie, you take the rest of this pie back for you and Bill. Tell him thanks, and that I guess I’ll have to vote for him again.”

“Um, listen, Carol. I’m not a mom, and it’s not my place, but I have to tell you. We’ve had calls about that Conover boy before. If Katy was my daughter, I’d be damn proud of her.”

I started up the stairs, but from that night on, when I said my “God bless you’s” at the end of my prayers, Officer Sanchez was the first one I blessed.

I waited forever on the bed. I hugged Ingrid tight when I heard Mom coming up the stairs. Mom stopped at my dresser, and picked up my big wooden hairbrush. Mom stood in front of my bed tapping the back of the brush against the palm of her hand. Mom had threatened to spank me a million times, but never had, now I guessed I was really in for it.

Mom sat on the bed, and started to brush my hair. She was very quiet, and I was scared to say anything.

She braided my hair for bed, and when she was done, she crossed her arms and looked at me.

“Well, you had a busy day, young lady.” I didn’t say anything back to that. Mom sighed and said, “I’m not mad at you, Kathleen.” Then I waited for it, I knew it was coming, and wished she’d spanked me instead, then she went on, “But I am very disappointed in you.”

There, she’d said it. I tried to blink away the tears that had built up.

Mom held my right hand, kissed my knuckles better, and said, “Katy, you’re half Sicilian and half Scottish, it wouldn’t be normal if you didn’t have a bad temper in you somewhere. I’ve never seen it though, and it better not come out like that again. Understand?”

I nodded my head “Yes. But, Mom, he was…”

“I know, but you could have done other things. The teachers were on their way over. I understand how you felt. I know you were scared and worried about Mary, but violence is never the answer. Understand?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good, then you understand why you’re grounded for the next two weeks starting right now.”

“Two weeks?”

“We could make it three, if you’d like.”

“No, Ma’am, two weeks is very nice of you.” And I meant it too.

“That means, no television, no computer, extra chores, and no sleepovers.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Any questions?”

“Do we still get to have sex?”

“Sure, as long as you want to, and understand it won’t shorten or change your punishment. Also, first thing at school tomorrow, you tell that boy you’re sorry and shake his hand, understood?”

“Yes, Ma’am. Mom, I’m really sorry for all the trouble I caused.”

“Please, just try to think first.” Then Mom hugged me and tucked me and Ingrid in. She kissed my head, and had me say my prayers. She kissed me again after and went downstairs.

When she got me up in the morning everything seemed back to normal except that I was reminded three times that I was grounded. I sat down for breakfast and Mom put a huge piece of chocolate pie covered in whipped cream in front of me. I couldn’t believe it.

Mom said, “Let me help make this a better start to the day for you, but don’t get used to it.”

I wolfed the pie down and got ready for school. Pie for breakfast was just the start of a very weird day at school.

Chapter 19 is coming soon!

Lessons Learned, Chapter 4

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

By Amanda Lynn

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re evil.”

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

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

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

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

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

“No! Please! No!” Sam yelled.

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

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

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

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

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

“No. Leave them down.”

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

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

“Yes,” Sam whispered as she shuddered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re such a tease,” Sam giggled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Help me put it on?” Sam asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you, Mr. Taylor,” Sam smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nice,” Jessica scoffed.

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

Jess laughed and squeezed Samantha’s hand.

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

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

“Okay, hurry back.”

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

“Jessica.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jill just stared at her, blubbering. Pathetic.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jess! What’s going on?”

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

“What is she doing here?” Sam hissed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 *****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wow!” said Sam, laughing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey there,” Jessica said softly.

“Hey yourself.”

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

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

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

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

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

“What about after high school?”

“What about it?”

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

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

“I know, but…”

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

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

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

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

Jessica shook her head. “Uh-uh. You?”

“No.”

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

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

“I could live without it,” Jessica replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THE END


Author’s Note:

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

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

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

My Family, Friends, and Sex – Chapter 17

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

By Purple Les

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s the bet?” my mom asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Very much,” said Jean

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, I sure do!”

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

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

Jean moaned and her hand moved faster.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lucy was back in a few moments.

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

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

“Who was winning?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who’s on top?” I asked.

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

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

We all agreed and really did get dressed this time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Continue on to Chapter 18

Can’t Stop

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

Lessons Learned, Chapter 3

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

By Amanda Lynn

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jess. Please, wait.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that why she changed seats in class?”

Jessica nodded. “Yeah.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Then why are you two fighting?”

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

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

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

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jill?” Jess asked shakily.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“They do, Jess. I’m sorry.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you too.”

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

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

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

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

“Jess. I want to apo…”

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

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

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

“But, Jess, I didn’t…”

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

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

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

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jill told me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jess!” she yelled excitedly. With three large steps, she covered the distance between them. “I’m so happy to see you. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you or —”

Jessica cut her off. “Sam, please, stop. It’s me who should be apologizing, not you.”

She took Sam into her arms and held her quietly for a moment. “I’m the one who is sorry. I thought you were jealous or something. I got so mad at you for just trying to be my friend, for trying to save me from myself.”

Jessica let go of the embrace and closed the bedroom door. She led Sam over to the bed, and they sat on the edge.

“You were right. Everything you tried to tell me was true, and it almost happened. Then I accused you of telling the principal about Jill and me. I am so very sorry, Sam,” Jessica said, her eyes welling. “I was such an asshole. Can you ever forgive me?”

“Of course I can. You’re my best friend, and I love you.” Sam took Jessica’s hand in hers, rubbing her knuckles with her thumb. “To be honest, I was a bit jealous of Jill.”

Jessica looked at her friend. “Because I was spending more time with her than you?”

“Sorta.” Sam leaned over and lightly pressed her lips to Jessica’s, lingering there.

“But more,” Sam said shyly as she pulled her mouth away, “because she was kissing you, and I wasn’t.”

“Sam? What are you saying?” Jessica asked, looking down at the thumb rubbing her hand, and then into the big brown eyes that were smiling just as much as Sam’s mouth was.

Samantha sighed, “I guess I didn’t really realize how I felt until you told me you had sex with her. Or I didn’t want to admit it. I don’t know. All I know is that the thought of you with her hurt so much. I tried to tell myself it was just petty jealousy, but I knew it really wasn’t, not all of it anyway.”

“Sam, I don’t know what to say. I mean…”

Shaking her head, Sam smiled and placed a finger on Jessica’s lips. “It’s okay. You don’t need to say anything, Jess.” She paused for a second or two. “Back when we used to practice kissing, I loved it. Holding you that way and kissing you. When it was over, I told myself that what I’d felt was just part of the experience and didn’t mean anything. Same as when we sometimes masturbate together under the covers. The thought of you touching yourself really excites me and it always makes me want to touch you. But again, I would just chalk it up to the moment and nothing else.”

Sam paused and looked over Jessica’s shoulder at a spot on the wall as she collected her thoughts. “Even you having the hots for Jill bothered me, but I figured a relationship between you two wouldn’t really go anywhere, so I pushed it aside. But it did get me wondering why I felt that way.”

Jess was stunned by the confession. Had Sam just came out to her? Holy crap! Although Jessica did find Sam attractive, she had accepted the fact — until now, anyway — that Sam was straight. Nothing more than their schoolgirl kissing practice and occasional masturbation sessions under the comforter during sleepovers was all that would ever happen between them. Or so she’d thought.

Samantha continued, “When you told me you were having sex with her, it made me… well, ill. I thought I might actually lose you. So, I talked to Mom about what I was feeling, and she helped me realize that what I felt for you might be more than just friendship.”

“You told her about Jill and me?” Jessica asked, a twinge of panic racing through her.

“No, silly,” Sam giggled. “I just told her you were very interested in someone, and how that made me feel.” Taking Jessica’s hand in hers, Sam looked into her eyes. “When I said I loved you, I meant it, Jess. But, I mean, it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. If all you want is to be friends, that’s okay too. I just need you in back in my life.”

Jessica was overwhelmed with the thoughts and emotions that swirled through her. She sat and stared dumbfounded at her friend. She loves me? As in, loves me loves me?  This was wonderful, and scary and… damn. Jill had only been out of her life for one day. Was she ready to begin a new relationship this soon? If she was to start a new relationship, exploring one with Sam certainly wouldn’t be out of the question.

A tear rolled down Jessica’s cheek. Before she could wipe it away, Sam’s thumb did. Jessica looked closely into Sam’s eyes. Slowly, she leaned in until their lips touched. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the sensation of Sam’s mouth against hers. Jessica pushed her lips a little harder against Sam’s when she felt her moan vibrate against her mouth. Bringing her hands up to Sam’s shoulders, she held her. Jessica felt a warmth run through her starting deep down inside.

Sam whimpered when Jessica ended the kiss. “That was nice,” Sam said dreamily.

Chuckling, Jessica said, “The least I can do for my knight in, um… torn blue jeans.”

“Huh?”

“Ms. Jenkins told me about your chivalrous act,” Jessica snorted. “Broke Becky’s nose for me. I’m honored.” She winked at her friend.

“The bitch had it coming,” Sam grunted.

“So, I heard.” Jessica paused. “But, Sam, Ms. Jenkins also said that Jill was the one who told on us.”

Sam looked at her in surprise. “What?!”

Jessica nodded and gave her the abridged version of the conversation she’d had with the principal. Then she picked up Sam’s hand and kissed her palm. “I had feelings for Jill, and I enjoyed being with her,” she said, rubbing Sam’s palm. “But I am realizing now that it probably never would have lasted. Also, I’m kind of miffed at the way she ended it and just left town.”

“I can understand that,” Sam said softly.

“You said earlier that you wanted me back in your life,” said Jessica. “Sam, I never left it. I have missed you so much, but my stupid pride wouldn’t allow me to admit I was wrong. I thought I might have lost the most important person in my life. You.”

Tears flowed down Sam’s cheeks again. “Jess,” she blubbered.

Jessica pulled Sam into an embrace, and they rocked together, both giggling and crying, for several minutes before Jessica spoke again. “Sam, you are my best friend, and I love you so much.”

“I hear a but coming,” Sam said, as her chin dipped to her chest.

“And I would like to explore a relationship with you. But I need some time. Could you just be my friend right now?” Jessica asked.

Sam raised her head and smiled brightly. “Of course, Jess. I’m always here for you, no matter what.”

They both sniffed and giggled and wiped tears from their faces before falling into each other’s arms again.

“You know,” Jessica said seductively as she rubbed Sam’s back. “There’s no reason why we can’t continue our kissing practice.”

Sam froze. “Really?”

Jess shrugged. “Sure. If you want to, that is.”

Sam giggled. “I do,” she said enthusiastically. “And, um, what about… you know…”

A flash of excitement raced through Jessica. “What?” she asked playfully.

“Um… during sleepovers, under the covers. Sexy movies,” Sam whispered into Jessica’s ear.

“Really, Sam? You can swear like a drunken sailor, but you can’t say masturbate?”

Jessica could feel the heat grow in the ear that Sam had resting against her neck.

“Fine,” Sam said with an exaggerated sigh. “Can we masturbate together still?”

“If you promise to keep your hands to yourself. I know how you newbie lesbians can be,” Jessica chuckled and was rewarded with a slap on the butt.

“Not funny, Jess. I’m in a vulnerable state right now, and you should be sympathetic to my needs.”

Jessica pulled back from the embrace and eyed her friend. “You just came out to me, Sam. It’s not like you’re pregnant,” she snorted.

Sam laughed and then put a hand behind Jessica’s head and pulled her close and kissed her. As their mouths moved together, Jessica pushed her tongue forward and searched. She wrapped her arms around her friend as Sam did the same. Their tongues danced and swirled, and they fell together back onto the bed. Lost in the kiss, they didn’t hear the knock on the door.

“Oh my,” said Mrs. Landry, bringing a hand to her mouth, “I’m sorry, girls.”

The pair broke the kiss and sat up.

“Mom!” Sam exclaimed. “We were… I mean… um…”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I guess you didn’t hear me knock,” said her mother with a grin. “It was so quiet up here, I was beginning to think you might have killed each other. Happy to see you didn’t.”

The girls laughed.

“Nope. No homicides,” Sam giggled. “Besides, I don’t know how I could have gotten the body out of the house without you noticing.”

“All right. So, I guess it goes without saying that you’ve made up. I’m glad it all worked out.”

Mrs. Landry stepped into the hall, then paused. “And Samantha, next time you two want to say you’re sorry, please lock your bedroom door.” Leaving the two girls red-faced and speechless, she closed the door.

Continue on to Chapter 4

My Family, Friends, and Sex – Chapter 16

  • Posted on October 13, 2017 at 9:31 am

By Purple Les

“My word,” said Siobhan. “This is so erotic. How beautiful. I find myself becoming very aroused watching you two.”

Now I felt like something really hot was going to happen after all. Then I thought how Mary was right again after all. How did she always manage to know everything? I didn’t care though. I was having fun kissing her while Siobhan watched us.

Then Mary broke the kiss, looked down at Siobhan and said, “Would you like to see me and Katy kissing bare naked?” 

. . .

“I would like that very much indeed,” Siobhan said. “I don’t have to remove my pajamas, do I?”

“You don’t have to do nothing you don’t want to,” I replied.

Then I stood up and took my pajamas off again. Now bare naked I sat on the couch. Mary stood up with her back to me and I started to unbutton her nightgown from the top down.

There were a lot of buttons. After I’d undone the first few, Siobhan moved to my side, kneeling on the floor, watching me undo the buttons, when she wasn’t sneaking a peek at my pussy. When I was half way down, Siobhan’s gaze was fixed on Mary’s back.

As I undid the last button at the bottom, the very top of Mary’s ass crack came into view. Mary turned and faced us. She slowly pulled the gown off her shoulders and it dropped to the floor around her ankles. Siobhan stared at Mary’s hairless slit. I did too, when I wasn’t looking at Siobhan staring at Mary’s pussy.

I spread my legs and started to run a finger up and down my own bare slit.

Now Siobhan’s gaze went from Mary to me and back again.

Mary pushed my shoulders back till I was laying on my back, with one foot on the couch and one foot still on the floor. Mary got on top of me. We kissed, while I felt up Mary’s bare butt.

Me and Mary were getting super horny. I almost forgot Siobhan was there, watching us. When I remembered she was watching, I got all happy inside. Mary broke the kiss, like she could read my mind, and we looked at Siobhan.

Siobhan’s face was red, her big green eyes wide open and her hands were clenched between the top of her thighs.

Mary went back to kissing me and Mary’s hand started to rub my pussy. Mary broke the kiss again after a little while. We looked at Siobhan again. She was breathing kind of hard, even though she wasn’t moving.

“Do you like what you see?” Mary asked.

Siobhan nodded her head.

“Katy, make me come so Siobhan can watch us.”

Mary moved so she was laying back against the couch, slouched down, so her feet were on the floor, her ass right at the edge of the couch. Mary spread her legs apart.

I got on the floor on my knees and put my hands on the insides of Mary’s thighs.

Siobhan put her head near mine and looked with wonder at Mary’s pussy.

I gave Siobhan a quick peck on the lips, then turned my attention to Mary’s shiny bare slit. I softly ran my tongue up and down her slit.

Mary pushed my head back.

I looked at her, then followed her gaze. I saw what she was seeing.

Siobhan had put her hand down the front of her pajama bottoms.

We saw some movement under the material. I wondered if Siobhan had her hand over or under her panties.

I went back to licking Mary’s pussy. I looked up at Mary’s face while I French kissed her pussy.

She was looking at me and also at Siobhan. Mary put her feet up on the couch and was sticking her wet pussy harder against my mouth.

Siobhan put her face as close as she could to see better.

Then Mary grabbed the back of my head and pushed her pussy against my tongue. “I’m gonna come, Katy! Yeah, here it comes. Uh, oh, uh…”

I kept licking Mary till she pushed away from me and curled up on the couch, her hands between her legs and her eyes all glazed and sleepy looking.

“That was so beautiful! Totally beautiful,” gushed Siobhan.

I looked at her and she quickly pulled her hand out of her pajama bottoms. I took her hand and saw a wet finger and took it in my mouth and sucked on it.

“Siobhan,” I said softly to her, “would you let me,.. Could I please try to make you come too?”

Mary was sitting up on the couch now. She leaned over and kissed Siobhan, a deep French kiss. I could see Siobhan liked that she was in the naughty world with me and Mary, where it was okay to let yourself go over to fun feelings.

When Mary stopped the kiss, Siobhan looked at me and said, “I believe, I will need to be nude also, won’t I?”

“You don’t have to be if you don’t wanna, but I think you’d like it better,” I said.

Mary reached down and took the bottom of Siobhan’s pajama top and pulled it off over her head. Siobhan’s shoulder-length hair was all mussed up and I thought she looked lovely.

Siobhan took off her white undershirt and me and Mary looked at her tiny hard pink nipples.

“I don’t think I can stand up,” said Siobhan.

“Yeah, I know, your knees feel all funny, huh? Mine get like that too,” I said. I helped Siobhan lay on her back on the sleeping bag. Mary was laying on her side on the couch, watching us. She was playing with herself while she watched.

I grabbed the waistband of Siobhan’s pajama bottoms and started to pull them down. Siobhan lifted her hips and I pulled them down to the top of her thighs. She had on white cotton panties, with little flowers on them.

I grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, Siobhan again lifted up so I could get them past her butt, then I pulled everything down her thin cute legs. I pulled them past her ankles and off her feet and tossed them at Mary.

Mary smiled at us as her finger moved inside her pussy.

I lay on top of Siobhan and French kissed her. Siobhan moved her hands over my back, till they rested on my bare ass. I kissed Siobhan’s nipples and kept kissing my way down. I kissed her tummy and belly button and then looked at her.

Mary got off the couch and lay next to Siobhan. She played with one of Siobhan’s nipples and said, “Katy will make you come, just like she did me. You’ll really like it, I promise. Don’t be scared, it’s the most wonderful thing ever.”

I watched Mary and Siobhan French kiss. Then I lay on my tummy, between Siobhan’s legs and looked at her pussy. It was more like mine. Sort of looking between the way mine and Lucy’s looked. It didn’t have little lips, like Mary’s.

It was smooth and sort of pushed in. More underneath and with a little shape to it, like she was still growing around it. I wondered if it was possible she didn’t have a clit. Mary had said of course she had to have one.

I gently spread Siobhan’s cute, little, hairless, moist pussy apart with my fingers. There it was. Siobhan’s clit was sort of hidden under a little hood. It was as small as Lucy’s, Mary’s five-year-old sister. I could see up inside Siobhan. I put my finger in her. It was wet, hot and tight. Her vagina sucked my finger like it was a little mouth, or something.

Siobhan was starting to wiggle around a little and making moaning sounds into Mary’s mouth while they kissed.

Then I touched my tongue to Siobhan’s clit. She broke her kiss with Mary and said, “Oh!”

I lightly licked on and around her clit, while I wiggled my finger inside her. Mary kissed her again and played with one of Siobhan’s tiny, hard nipples.

I saw a shadow. My mom had come out of her bedroom and was kneeling by us, masturbating herself. I saw her and so did Mary. Siobhan didn’t know Mom was there.

I knew Mom must love seeing her nine-year-old daughter licking an eight-year-old girl’s pussy, while my ten-year-old friend Mary helped.

Siobhan began to writhe on the floor. Mary stopped kissing Siobhan and tried to hold her steady. I took my finger out of her real slow. Then I put my mouth over her little pussy. I kept tonguing her clit.

Siobhan got all stiff-like and then she screamed. After she screamed, she lay there panting. Then she lay quite still.

Mom said, “Siobhan, honey, are you okay? I heard you scream and came out here fast as I could.”

Siobhan seemed to take a long time to focus her eyes on Mom. Then Siobhan said to my mom, “I understand now, Mrs. Watson. All the poems and paintings and statues and stories. Now it all makes perfect sense. Katy brought me to orgasm. That’s what it’s all about. A beautiful girl, loving you, bringing her beauty and lust and love to you. How you can be one with someone.” Then she laughed. “Or, how two can bring you love. Oh, Mrs. Watson, isn’t it wonderful?”

Then Siobhan laughed and reached out and grabbed my mom’s boobies. “I love this moment,” Siobhan said. Then Siobhan looked at me and said, “Oh, Katy, you must orgasm too.”

Mom said, “Yes, you’re right, Siobhan. But you and Mary relax. I’ll bring Katy to orgasm.”

I lay on my back. Mom half lifted me, so she could kneel and put my pussy to her mouth. I watched Mom lick my pussy, then I looked at Mary and Siobhan watching my mom eat me out. I came pretty fast. All three of us kids were looking at my mom now, enjoying seeing her kneeling there naked.

Mary said, “Aunt Carol, you need to have a come too,” so Mary got on her knees and started to suck my mom’s nipple. Mary motioned to Siobhan, who got on her knees and sucked my mom’s other nipple.

I lay there very much enjoying watching them.

Soon my mom was on her back and Mary told me to come help her lick my mom’s pussy.

Siobhan watched us till my mom asked her to lay on top of her and kiss her. When my mom and Siobhan stopped kissing, my mom had Siobhan lay so she could watch me and Mary lick Mom, while Mom looked at and felt up Siobhan’s butt and pussy.

I took turns with Mary, licking Mom’s pussy. I said to Mary, “She’s getting real close, Mary, do you want to make her come?” Mary pushed me over and stuck her mouth on Mom’s big clit and I put my fingers in Mom’s pussy.

Mom shook so much that, Siobhan rolled off her. We all watched Mom have a huge come. She even squirted. We all loved watching Mom come.

Then we all lay by her. Siobhan lay next to Mom, I lay on Mom’s other side and Mary lay on top of Mom, kissing her with Mom’s come on her mouth. Mom was licking her own come off Mary’s face.

We lay there together for a while. Siobhan said all sorts of goofy stuff, like how she’d never forget this night, or us, if she lived to be a hundred.

Mary went to the bathroom and Siobhan said, “Mrs. Watson, I wish my own mother had done this to me years ago. How fortunate you are, Katy.”

Mom went to the bathroom when Mary came back. Mary smelled fresh, like soap. Mom came back and lay down on the sleeping bag next to Mary and Siobhan and I went to the bathroom.

I came back after I’d peed and washed and saw Mom was helping Siobhan into her pajamas. I saw Siobhan’s underwear laying on the floor still. I put my pajamas on too and got in the sleeping bag with Siobhan.

Siobhan was half asleep and still babbling about life and orgasms. Mom kissed me and Siobhan and I watched Mary and Mom walk hand in hand to Mom’s bedroom. I liked watching their bare butts walk away together.

Just outside the bedroom door, they looked at me and kissed. Then they smiled at me and walked into Mom’s bedroom. I wanted to follow them. I couldn’t make myself move though.

I felt sleepy and relaxed. I cuddled against Siobhan. She smelled nice. I put an arm over her and she wiggled her butt against me and said, “Oh, Katy. This is truly most wonderful. To be with someone in the night. Not having to sleep alone.”

She went on and on, till she suddenly stopped talking and I could tell she’d fallen asleep. Then I fell asleep too.

I woke up later, when I saw the bathroom light. Mom and Mary came out of the bathroom together, both still nude. Mom helped Mary into the sleeping bag. I rose up on my elbow. I asked Mom if we were going to do more sex.

Mom said, “Sh, Katy, go back to sleep. It’s late and we all need to rest now.” Mom kissed my head and gently pushed me back down on my back. I watched Mom walk back to her room. She closed her door and everything was dark and I fell back to sleep.

In the morning, Siobhan had woken up first. I woke up to see Siobhan, holding up part of the sleeping bag and looking at Mary’s bare butt.

I gave a sleepy kiss to Siobhan’s neck. “So, you like seeing Mary naked, huh?” I whispered in Siobhan’s ear.

Siobhan let the bag down, turned on to her back and said, “Oh, Katy, I love seeing you both naked. I feel aroused again, already.” She turned on her side and she kissed me on the mouth.

I put my hand on her back and after looking in each other’s eyes a moment, we French kissed. Siobhan put her hand under my pajama top and then tried to moved it under my bottoms.

I unzipped my side of the sleeping bag and pushed the top off so we could see each other. I lay on my back and said to her, “Undress me, Siobhan.”

Siobhan slowly unbuttoned my pajama top and opened it up. She touched my nipples. Then she unsnapped my pajama bottoms. She opened them up so she could see my slit.

I took off my top and pushed my bottoms down and off. Siobhan studied my body. Her fingers touched every inch of me, slowly.

“Doesn’t this feel interesting, Katy?” Siobhan asked me, as she ran her finger tips up and down the inside of my arms.

“Yeah, that feels neat,” I answered.

“It feels good on the back of the legs also. Please turn over, Katy, so I can illustrate that to you.”

I rolled over on my tummy and Siobhan ran her fingers over the back of my legs, behind my knees.

“Yeah, that feels cool.”

“I love seeing your buttocks, Katy. I must say, you have the most shapely gluteus maximus. May I caress it?”

I wasn’t sure, but I thought she was saying I had a nice ass and she wanted to feel it up, so I said, “Okay, sure.”

That was just what she meant all right. She started to move her hands, all over my ass. Siobhan even spread my cheeks open and looked at my butt hole.

“Katy, please turn back over on to your back, so I may look at your vulva.”

Well, I didn’t have a car and I don’t know how turning on my back would help her see it if I did. Then I guessed that maybe she didn’t mean a Volvo car, but that vulva was one of her fancy words for pussy. So I turned on to my back and spread my legs some.

I let her look and play with my pussy all she wanted. She even kissed it quickly at one point. She put her finger inside me. She asked if this or that felt pleasant, as she did different things to my pussy. She spread my pussy open with two fingers and said, “Your clitoris is very pronounced.” Then she began to play with it.

With all her playing around, she made me come. She lay on top of me after and we kissed for awhile.

Then I asked her if I could see her naked too. She agreed and stood up over me and removed her pajamas. She got back in the sleeping bag, lay on top of me and we kissed more, till she said, “Oh, Katy, do repeat what you did to me last night, I adore you, but if you do that to me again, I shall love you for eternity.”

I rolled her off me, onto her back, and I put my mouth right on her pussy. Then I stopped and looked at her.

“I want you to look at mine, while I lick yours, okay?”

She nodded her head, “Yes,” but I wasn’t sure if she knew what I meant or not.

I got on my knees so my butt was facing her, then I went back to licking her pussy. I guess I kind of like when I lick a pussy that the other person can see mine too. It makes me feel sexy, or something.

I felt one of her hands playing with my ass and then she came real hard.

She started to spank my ass and said, loudly, “Oh, Katy, stop now, the pleasure has become unbearable, do stop now.”

So I stopped and I kissed her on the mouth, for a long time.

We lay there a long time. Then she said, “I must confess, Katy, that Mary led me to believe that not only did the two of you engage in sexual activity of some sort. She also implied that I would be allowed to join in, if I so desired. This has gone far beyond my wildest masturbatory fantasies.”

Then she kissed me some more.

We went to the bathroom together after awhile. We watched each other use the toilet and then we showered together. We washed each other and explored each other’s pussy and even put a finger up each other’s ass hole.

After we dried off, we got back in the sleeping bag and kissed some more.

That’s when Mary woke up. My mom was up shortly after that. They watched me and Siobhan do a 69. Then after breakfast, we all got on Mom’s bed and took turns rubbing each other off.

Jean picked up Siobhan in the mid afternoon and gave Mary a ride home also. Me and Mom rested in her bed after they all left. Mom told me everything she’d done with Mary. I told Mom everything I’d done with Siobhan.

Me and Mom talked about sexy stuff till we both had to come again. We just watched each other masturbate. Then we fell asleep. It was early evening when we woke up. We ate some leftovers and went back to Mom’s room and had more sex.

Continue on to Chapter 17

Lessons Learned, Chapter 2

  • Posted on October 8, 2017 at 7:02 am

By Amanda Lynn

Jessica sat on the edge of her bed in her pretty dress, staring at the small yellow piece of paper that she held in her hand, reading the words for the millionth time.

“Hope to see you at the dance…” she said softly to no one.

Jessica had been on the fence as to whether or not she would go to the dance. That was, until she had seen the note. Now she was convinced that she should go. But what should she expect to happen? Ms. Lessel would be there as a chaperone, no doubt. But then what? It’s not like they could dance together. Was she reading more into this than there actually was?

She sighed. Jessica’s stomach was a jumble of nerves, had been since she got the note. She’d picked at her supper, only eating a few bites. That had almost ruined the evening when her mother decided maybe she was coming down with something and ought to stay home. Jessica quickly reassured her mother that she was just excited about going to the dance, and that she was fine. As proof, she forced herself to eat most of what was left on her plate.

After supper, Jessica went upstairs to shower and get dressed. Standing under steamy hot water had helped her relax, and the shower wand had made her come. Back in her room, she’d slipped on a pair of lacy panties and a matching bra. The dance had a semi-formal dress code, so she chose a pink, short-sleeved dress that was snug at the waist and flared out to fall just above the knee. Once she had finished her face and hair, she had slipped on the dress and a pair of matching shoes with heels. Satisfied with her appearance, she had sat on her bed and picked up the note again.

“Jess, honey.” She heard her father calling from the bottom of the stairs. “Are you ready? It is time to go.”

“Coming, Dad,” she called as she headed out of her room.

When they pulled up to the front of the school, Jessica could see lots of other students, all dressed in their finery. Some of them were milling about outside while others were making their way through the front door.

“Thanks, Dad,” she said leaning over and giving him a peck on the cheek. “See you at ten?”

“I’ll be here. You have a good time, Princess, and behave yourself. I’m too young to be a grandfather,” he teased.

She rolled her eyes. “Oh, Dad.”

With that, she unbuckled her seatbelt and was out the door. Inside the school, she made her way to the gymnasium, now the makeshift ballroom. Standing at the entrance to the gym, Jessica saw Ms. Lessel and two other teachers greeting people as they went by. Jill was wearing a pale blue, sleeveless dress that hung just below the knee, and low heels on her feet. She also wore a string of pearls with matching earrings. Damn, she was gorgeous. Jessica smiled as she approached.

“Why, Jessica, you look absolutely beautiful tonight,” Jill said, offering her hand.

“Thank you,” Jessica croaked as she took her hand. “You look… very lovely too.” She finished, not sure what adjective would be appropriate in this situation. She wanted to tell her she was fucking hot but knew better.

When Jill gently pulled her hand back, Jessica realized she had probably held it for just a breath too long. She smiled at the beautiful woman again and headed into the gym.

Whatever committee had volunteered to decorate had done a marvelous job. Streamers and balloons were hanging from the ceiling and walls, covering up the pennants that boasted of the athletic prowess of the school’s various sports teams. A large mirrored ball hung from the ceiling, reflecting the colored spotlights that shone from around the stage where a DJ had set up his gear on the floor in front. On the stage, a band was setting up their gear for the live entertainment portion of the evening. The long walls of the gym were lined with chairs and at the back were tables covered with various non-alcoholic beverages and trays of finger foods including veggies and dip and assorted sandwiches.

Ten minutes after the scheduled start time, the DJ stopped the soft music that had been playing, and the three chaperone teachers took the stage. After they welcomed everyone and thanked the volunteers, they reiterated the ground rules of the evening and then wished everyone a good time.

And with that, the DJ cranked the volume and began to play. At first, people broke off into little cliques and chatted until the DJ played a popular song, then the dance floor filled. Jessica mingled, circling around the room, chatting with friends from school.

She was also keeping an eye on Ms. Lessel, wondering what, if anything, was going to happen. Jessica would catch sight of her every now and then as she and the other teachers wandered around as if they were prison guards. They were looking for the usual things: hidden flasks of booze, students sneaking into the bathrooms for a smoke, legal or otherwise. Maybe even a couple of young lovers getting all sweaty in a hidden corner.

After an hour or so, she convinced herself she had taken the meaning of the note the wrong way and that nothing was going to happen after all. A little disappointed, Jessica decided that she wasn’t going to let that stop her from enjoying the rest of the evening with her peers. She danced. Sometimes by herself, sometimes with a girl or group of girls, and she even took pity on a couple of the shy boys who looked so forlorn and asked them to dance. She smiled when one of the boys let his hand slide onto her ass, knowing that that was probably the only action he had ever seen. She let the hand stay there for a couple of seconds, then kindly reminded him where her waist was.

With all the dancing, she’d become thirsty and had consumed lots of punch. Mother Nature was now reminding her of just how much she had drunk. Jessica excused herself from the group of girls she was talking with and headed out of the gym to the girls’ room across the hall.

Jessica picked a stall and took care of business. Finished, she went to the sink to wash her hands. With her attention on her sudsy hands, she didn’t see the figure move up behind her. She did feel it though. A body leaned up against her ass pushing her into the counter. Jessica yelped and looked up at a spot on the wall where a mirror used to hang. Fear shot through her, and she tried to turn. The weight of the person behind her held her in place. A mouth was by her ear. Warm breath touched her skin.

“Room two-forty-two. In ten minutes.” The voice was low and sultry.

The fear quickly left Jessica and was replaced by excitement. She didn’t have to see the woman who had just spoken to her. She knew the voice instantly. Stunned and overcome by what was happening, by the time she realized the pressure on her ass was gone, the woman had already left the washroom.

Jessica looked at her watch and waited for the next ten minutes to tick away. The butterflies had once again taken flight in her stomach. What was going to happen? Were they going to talk? Did Ms. Lessel want to kiss her maybe? She ran through all the scenarios she could think of. Finally, the time was up, and Jessica took a deep breath and left the bathroom. Nervously she looked around, then headed down the hall.

The school, as seen from the air, looked like a large capital I. The gym, offices, and the cafeteria were located at the center of the I. Her destination was at the far end of the junior wing, at the bottom of the I and around the corner. Jessica headed down the darkened hallway. Dim security lights helped guide her way. As she passed the classrooms she saw that their doors were closed, their interiors black. If it weren’t for the possibility of acting out her fantasies, this trek would have scared the crap out of her. A teenage girl, all alone in a darkened school, psycho killer lurking around the corner… Jessica shook her head. Stop it! she scolded herself.

Rounding the corner, she saw room 242. The door was ajar and the soft glow of light spilled into the hall. Jessica slowly pushed the door open and stepped inside. This room hadn’t been used for a while. The desks were stacked off to one side, and the walls were void of any sort of teaching materials. The teacher’s desk sat at the back of the room, and a single fluorescent light in the ceiling flickered above it. Standing behind the desk, Ms. Lessel scribbled something on a piece of paper. When she finished, she looked up at Jessica and smiled sweetly.

“Close the door and lock it, sweetheart,” Jill said. She straightened and moved to the front of the desk, leaning against it.

Jessica’s heart was pounding in her chest, and her palms were sweaty. She did as she was asked and closed the door, then turned the deadbolt. She noticed that, unlike most of the other classrooms, this door didn’t have a window. Jessica turned back toward her teacher but didn’t move. Is she going to seduce me? Are we going to have sex? Maybe she’ll rape me! No, don’t be so stupid. She wouldn’t do that.

“Come here, sweetheart,” said Jill. Her voice was soft and comforting and so inviting.

Swallowing, Jessica made her way across the room, stopping an arm’s length away. Jill took a step toward her. She slowly stroked Jessica’s cheek with the back of her hand. Jessica moaned softly at the touch.

“Miss Lessel… I never…”

“Jill. Please call me Jill outside the classroom.”

“Jill, I don’t know what to do,” Jessica said nervously.

“It’s okay. But first I need to know what you think is going to happen?”

Jessica paused, not sure of the meaning of the question. “Pardon?” she said, looking into Jill’s eyes.

“What do you think is going to happen?”

“I… I thought you wanted to, maybe… um… make love?” she said shyly. Jessica was confused. What was Jill doing? Playing some sort of a game with her?

“Is that what you want?”

Jessica felt the heat rise in her face. Maybe she had made a mistake. She didn’t speak, just nodded her head.

“I need to hear you say it, sweetie.”

“I want to.”

“Want to what?” Jill’s tone never changed. Always calm and low and sexy.

Jessica hesitated, nervous about her answer. “I want to make love with you,” Jessica replied, her voice trembling.

She heard Jill release the breath she was holding. The woman moved closer and placed a hand on each of Jessica’s shoulders. Turning her, Jill guided her back until her ass bumped against the desk. Then Jill leaned in and kissed her. Her lips were soft and gentle, and they ghosted across hers for just a moment.

“Jess, I have been attracted to you ever since we met,” Jill began. “I tried to ignore it, but the more I saw you, the more I wanted you. I watched you during my classes, and I was fairly certain that you were interested in me too. But I needed to know for sure.”

Jessica didn’t move. Didn’t speak. She had to process what she’d just heard. Ms. Lessel, Jill, wanted her too! This was a fairy tale, a dream come true. She looked up at her teacher and smiled brightly. A tear ran down her cheek.

“I am Jill. Interested. Very much,” she finally said.

And with that Jill pulled her in close and their mouths met. Jessica was on fire. The thrill and excitement of finally kissing this beautiful woman washed over. She trembled, and her arousal flowed anew. Her arms wrapped around Jill and she savored the texture and taste of her lips. The fragrance of her perfume filled her nostrils. She shuddered as Jill gave a soft moan into her mouth and followed it with a sweep of her tongue.

It was Jessica’s turn to moan. Her tongue darted out in search of Jill’s. When they touched, they rolled together for a moment, then Jill brought her lips together and sucked on Jessica’s tongue. Letting go, she took the girl’s bottom lip into her mouth and sucked it, her teeth gently scraping across it.

They were both breathing hard, their hands roaming each other’s backs, when Jill broke the kiss. She looked into Jessica’s eyes and smiled at her.

“We don’t have a lot of time, and there is something I really want to do. Do you trust me, Jess?”

“Yes.”

With that, Jill reached down under the hem of Jessica’s dress and brought her hand up, cupping the girl’s sex. Jessica gasped. No one had touched her there since she was old enough to wash herself.

“My god, Jess. You’re soaked.”

Jessica smiled meekly as she felt her face blush. Then Jill dropped to her knees and pushed the pretty pink dress up to Jessica’s waist.

“Hold this for me.”

Jessica gathered up the material and held it, leaning over a little to watch Jill as best she could. She felt Jill’s hands on her hips and then the sensation of her panties being pulled down. Soon they were off and lay on the floor beside her.

“Spread your legs a bit, baby. Let me look at you,” Jill whispered seductively.

Again, Jessica did as she was asked. She felt two hands running along her thighs and a soft kiss being placed on her labia. Jessica jerked and gasped. Oh my god, she’s going to eat me, Jessica thought. She was beyond excited at this point, beyond happy. This woman, the one that she had fallen head over heels for, was about to go down on her. Her heart was pounding so hard she feared it might explode.

Jessica held the material of her dress with one hand while with the other she grasped the edge of the desk. She felt her lips being parted, then Jill’s warm mouth engulfing her clit. Jess moaned and twitched. Ribbons of fire and electricity shot through her from head to toe to clit. She couldn’t help but buck and squirm as Jill’s tongue and lips played between her thighs. Jill’s hands were holding her hips. Soon it was getting to be too much. Jessica could feel her orgasm just out of reach. Then Jill’s tongue moved to her entrance and plunged in deep, and that was all it took to send her careening over the edge.

“Oh, oh, fuck yes!” the girl whimpered as she came hard in her teacher’s mouth. Jessica shook and twitched and stiffened. She had to let go of her dress and grab the desk to keep from falling. Her knees were threatening to give out. Jill’s mouth was still on her pussy, sucking at her entrance and licking up any of the juices she’d missed.

Finally, Jill moved out from underneath Jessica’s dress, stood and took the teenager into her arms. They kissed, and Jessica could taste herself on Jill’s lips.

“That was the best come I think I’ve ever had,” Jessica said with a satisfied sigh.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it as much as I did giving it to you,” Jill smiled. “Now we need to get back.”

Jill reached for the piece of paper she had been writing on when Jessica arrived and pushed it into her hand.

“What’s this?” Jess asked, trying to read it in the dim light.

“My home address. I was hoping you might want to come over tomorrow so we could get to know each other better, without having to worry about the time or someone seeing us.”

Jessica beamed. Jill wanted to spend the day together. With more sex, no doubt.

“Okay. I would really like that,” Jessica said.

When Jill pulled away to smooth out her clothes, Jessica reached down for her panties. But she never got close as Jill snatched them away and brought them to her face. She sniffed deeply and sighed.

“Nope. These are mine now,” she said with a naughty grin.

Jessica stared at her wide-eyed and then giggled. She would have to spend the rest of the dance and the car ride home with her father without anything on under her dress.

The two walked to the door, and Jill unlocked it. She peeked into the hall then left the room with Jessica right behind her. Jill then looked around the corner, down the long hall toward the gym. Seeing it was clear, she motioned for Jessica to go.

“It’s safe. Go quickly. I’ll follow in a couple of minutes,” Jill instructed.

After a quick kiss on the cheek, Jessica headed down the hall as fast as she dared with the high heels she was wearing. As she neared the gym, she ducked into the girls’ room to check her face and clothes. Satisfied with her appearance, she looked at her watch — and was surprised to find it was ten minutes to ten. Her father would soon be there to pick her up.

“Crap, time flies when your history teacher is going down on you,” Jessica said under her breath, then chuckled. Leaving the bathroom, she headed out the front door of the school to wait for her ride home.

*****

Saturday morning and Jessica was up early. When she had arrived home the night before, she had given her mom a story of dancing and having fun with her friends. Then she took a shower, went to bed and thought about Jill, masturbating to another pleasant orgasm before falling into a deep sleep.

By 9:30, she was dressed, had her breakfast and was heading toward the door. Her mother questioned where she was going at this hour, and Jessica explained that she was riding her bike to the school to help the committee clean up the gym from the dance the night before. Of course, this was an outright lie and Jessica did feel a bit guilty about it. But she couldn’t very well tell her mom that she was going to her teacher’s house for some steamy hot lesbian sex!

It was still early spring, and the morning air was crisp. Jessica didn’t mind though. The anticipation of what lay ahead created enough heat of its own to keep her warm on the ride to Jill’s place. Ten minutes after leaving home, she arrived at a two-story brick apartment building. Peddling around to the parking area in the back, she found a bike rack and locked her bike there.

Walking back around to the front of the building, she opened the main entrance door and stepped into a small breezeway. When she tried the inner door, she found it was locked. Confused for just a moment, she looked around and spotted the tenants directory for the building.

“Two-oh-six,” she said aloud after checking the paper Jill had given her, and then she traced her finger along the row of call buttons until she came to one labeled J. Lessel. Pushing the button, she held it for a couple of seconds then released it. A few moments later, the speaker crackled to life, and Jessica heard a familiar voice.

“Hello?”

“Morning, Jill, it’s Jess,” she greeted her teacher.

There was a long silence before an answer came. “Jessica.” It was more a question than a statement. “Hold on.”

There was a loud buzz then a click from the inner door. Jessica pulled on the handle, and it opened.

“Did you get it?” the disembodied voice asked.

“Yup. On my way.”

Jessica glanced around the lobby area, and as soon as she spotted the stairs, she was climbing them two at a time. Reaching the top, she saw Jill standing in her doorway wearing a bathrobe with her hair in a towel. She was motioning for Jessica to come quickly.

“Hurry,” the woman said, barely loud enough to hear. Jessica picked up the pace and all but ran to Jill. As soon as she was close enough, Jill put a hand on her back and practically pushed her inside and closed the door.

“Sorry, sweetie. I didn’t want Mrs. Robinson to see you. She would have pestered me for a week with questions ranging from who you were to what kind of ice cream you like. Nice old lady, but very, very nosy,” Jill said with a smile.

“Now. Good morning. I wasn’t expecting you so early.” Jill took Jessica into her arms and gave her soft kiss on the lips.

“I could leave if you like and come back later. Maybe when Mrs. Robinson is around,” Jessica teased.

“No. No. No. You’re here now and here is where you will stay. Kick off your shoes, hang up your jacket, and come on in.”

Jessica did just that. She left her shoes on the mat and hung her jacket in the closet by the door. Making her way into the apartment, she saw that it was an open concept design with the kitchen, dining area, and living space all being one big room. Off to the side were two bedrooms and a bath. A pair of sliding glass doors led to a small balcony beyond the dining area. The entire apartment was tastefully decorated, and there was a hint of jasmine in the air.

“Have a seat, sweetheart, and I’ll get dressed,” Jill said as she headed for the bedroom.

In her room, Jill took the towel from her hair, gave her head a good rub, then threw the towel in the laundry basket. When she turned around again, she jumped and gave a little shriek. Jessica was standing in the doorway watching her.

“Damn, Jess. You gave me a fright.”

“What are you getting dressed for? I came here hoping to get you naked,” Jessica stated with confidence and a big grin. The ice had definitely been broken between them last night. All her fear and nervousness was long gone.

Jill looked at the girl, amused by her boldness. “Right to business then, I see,” she laughed as she untied her robe. It fell open, and she shrugged it off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor.

Jessica’s heart was pounding again. Jill was a goddess. Lean and trim. Small round breasts with brown nipples, a flat belly, and an entirely bald pussy. Jessica was wet already.

“I think you’re overdressed, pretty girl,” Jill said as she approached the fifteen-year-old. Jessica quickly pulled off her own clothes and was naked by the time Jill took her into her arms.

Their mouths met, and they kissed deeply. Their lips parted, and tongues began to dance. Jessica wrapped her arms around Jill and explored the soft skin of her back and buttocks. She couldn’t believe she was really doing this. Standing naked in her teacher’s bedroom, wrapped in an embrace with the woman she had been lusting after all year.

Jill led her over to the bed, and they crawled onto it. For the moment Jill lay on her side as Jessica rested on her back. Just admiring the girl’s body for a moment, Jill lightly ran her fingertips along the length of her body, from the soft curve of her shoulder, along the side of her ribs and down to her hip, then back again.

“Have you ever been with a girl before, Jess?” Jill asked softly.

Jessica shook her head. “No,” she gasped as she trembled from her teacher’s caress.

“You kiss very well,” said Jill.

“Kissing practice when I was younger,” Jessica giggled.

“Oh, I see. Sam maybe?” Jill raised an eyebrow. Jessica felt her face grow warm, from embarrassment or arousal, it was hard to tell from which right now. She nodded her head.

“And you two never have…”

Jessica shook her head.

“Pity,” Jill said, tracing a figure eight on the girl’s belly.

Jessica watched Jill’s face. Lost herself in the woman’s blue eyes. She saw her lick her lips. Lips that she wanted to kiss so bad. Then, as if she had read her mind, Jill leaned in and kissed Jessica’s nose.

“You’re such a sexy girl, Jess,” she said hotly, her desire evident.

Jill kissed her again. On her lips, cheek, along her jaw, and down her neck. She teased Jessica’s nipple with her fingers as she kissed across the girl’s collarbone and down to her small breast.

Jessica moaned and tangled her fingers in Jill’s hair as the woman took the erect nipple into her mouth and gently sucked. Jill circled and flicked her tongue over the tip before nibbling at the sensitive flesh. Jessica twitched when Jill kissed a trail from her breast to her abdomen, stopping to play her tongue over Jessica’s navel.

“You okay, sweetie?” Jill asked playfully.

“Un-huh,” Jess murmured. She was breathing rapidly, and her chest heaved with every breath.

She grabbed at the bed when she felt the flat of Jill’s tongue push through her slick folds. Jill licked and sucked and tormented the young girl. She pulled her clit into her mouth and pushed a finger into the hot wetness of her entrance.

Jess could feel the signs of her impending orgasm. This one was coming easily, quickly. It built steadily inside her as Jill sucked and fingered her pussy. Jessica was thrashing her head from side to side. She twitched and thrust her pelvis against Jill’s mouth.

“Yes, Jill. Right there,” she whined.

Jill continued to devour the young girl’s pussy. She reached up with her free hand, pinching at a nipple. Jessica’s orgasm quickly overtook her. She shook and stiffened, her spine arching up then falling back down. She gave a long low moan and twitched with each of the death throes of her climax.

Jill moved to lay beside her, then took the young girl into her arms and held her as she recovered. Jessica’s eyes fluttered open as the world returned to her. She kissed Jill softly on her lips.

“Umm, that was nice,” she said dreamily. “That’s two now. I think it’s my turn.”

“I wasn’t keeping score,” Jill replied.

A knot formed in Jessica’s stomach. “I didn’t mean—” she said quickly, searching her eyes.

Jill shushed her by placing a finger on her lips. “It’s okay, darling. I know what you meant.” The corners of her mouth turned up in a soft smile.

Jessica relaxed and moved to kiss her again. She loved the taste of her lips, and she lingered there, kissing around her mouth. Slipping lower, she kissed her chin, then her throat. As she slid down, Jessica’s leg moved between Jill’s and her thigh pressed against the woman’s sex. Jill’s lips parted, and she breathed a soft moan from the contact.

Jessica took her time, trying her best to be sexy and sensual. She had never had sex with a woman, or a girl, or anyone before. Jessica thought she’d pushed aside her nervousness when she followed Jill into her bedroom, but now the uncertainty was back. She trembled, she wanted to please Jill, to make her come like Jill had made her come, twice. Get it together Jessica, she scolded herself. You’ve read enough steamy novels. Just think about how Jill did it with you. You can do this. 

Inhaling deeply, she hoped to calm herself. Instead, she was met by the strong, yet intoxicating smells of the woman who lay beneath her. A mixture of sweat and sex filled her nostrils, triggering her own arousal. Jessica groaned and then felt a hardened nipple brush her bottom lip. She had kissed her way to Jill’s breast without noticing. Jessica paused and looked up.

Jill’s eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted. Her breath had started to quicken. The skin on her chest was flushed a dark pink, and there was a noticeable rise and fall with each breath Jill took. Jessica smiled. She was doing that to her! With her self-doubt quickly fading, she brought her attention back to the breast in front of her.

She kissed it. Hard and warm and textured. Jessica explored. She pushed her lips against it, feeling the pebbled flesh. She licked it and tasted salt. Flicking it with her tongue yielded a moan and a soft ‘yes’ from Jill. Jessica played. Gentle licks, flicks, and suckles of each nipple elicited pleasured responses from Jill.

Jessica was enjoying this, but it was time to move on. She kissed each nipple once more before licking a trail down the warm salty skin of her sweat-covered belly. Jill had spread her legs in eager anticipation of Jessica’s arrival, and Jessica comfortably parked herself on the mattress between her lover’s legs.

She studied what she saw. The woman’s sex. Smooth from grooming, pink and puffy from increased blood flow, glistening from the arousal that Jessica had distributed while her thigh had rubbed against it. Jessica wondered for a moment if maybe she should shave too. The baldness of it was so inviting, so damn sexy. Maybe Jill would help her shave. She smiled, taking it all in.

“Jess? What’s wrong?” Jill panted, a touch of desperation in her voice.

Jessica’s attention snapped back. “Nothing. Sorry,” she replied hurriedly, then moved closer, and hesitating for only a second, gently kissed Jill’s puffy labia. Jill sucked a sharp breath and twitched at the touch.

This was all new to Jessica, never having been this close to that most intimate and private of places before. Wondering how or where to start, she remembered what Jill had done with her. Closing her eyes, she pushed her tongue into the slick folds and licked. The taste was not unpleasant, not that much different than her own. Jessica licked some more, pushing and swirling her tongue around, enjoying that she was causing Jill to twist and squirm and moan her name.

The tastes, textures, smells, and sounds assaulted her senses. Her own body was responding as much to the pleasure she was giving Jill as Jill seemed to be. Jessica slid her tongue down and felt Jill’s entrance. She traced its outer edge and then tentatively probed inside just a little. Warm and smooth.

“Oh, fuck, Jess!” Jill gasped. Her breathing had become more labored.

Jessica felt fingers tangled in her hair, a gentle push against her head as Jill’s hips rolled forward to meet her mouth. Jessica pushed her tongue in deeper. She felt muscles contract as if Jill was trying to pull her in completely. She slid her hands under Jill and gripped her ass as her face was mashed into the woman’s sex. Jessica moaned and Jill shook as the vibration of the girl’s voice stimulated every nerve in her groin.

When Jill eased the pressure on Jessica’s head, she pulled her tongue free and slid it up to the clit that stood tall, begging for attention. The flat of her tongue pushed against it causing Jill to buck and cry out.

“Jesus, Jess, don’t stop!” Jill pleaded.

Jessica, keeping her mouth firmly on Jill, pulled her knees under her and brought a hand to her own clit and rubbed. She played with Jill’s clit, quickly noting to herself how different it felt against her tongue as opposed to her finger. Jessica swirled around it and flicked her tongue against it. She could feel Jill trembling, and the grip on her hair tighten as the woman tried to grind herself against the teen’s mouth. Jessica felt herself getting close. She slowed her hand. She wanted, needed, to make her teacher come first.

“Yes. Yes. I’m coming!” Jill called out. Her body stiffened and shook. She held Jessica’s head still with both hands now, pushing her hips up against the girl’s face. Jill jerked and twitched several more times before she finally collapsed back onto the bed and drew in a loud breath.

“Fuck, Jess! What did you do to me?” she said breathlessly as she released her grip on Jessica’s head.

Jessica was just coming down off her own self-induced orgasm when she felt her head being released. She kissed the hairless mons before moving up beside Jill. They held each other and kissed tenderly for a few moments.

“Did I do good?” Jessica asked.

“Did I do well,” Jill corrected with a teasing smile.

She giggled. “Well, did I?”

“Outstanding for someone who has never been with anyone before,” Jill commended, as she placed a kiss on her forehead. “A+, move to the head of the class.”

Jessica gave a contented sigh as they cuddled on the bed. She was so happy that this had happened and that she’d been lucky enough to fulfill her fantasy. What will Sam think? Should she even tell Sam?

“I could get used to this,” Jessica cooed.

“I hope you do. We’ll have to be careful, though. But we can discuss that later. We have all day, and there are so many other things I want to do with you.”

Jessica smiled as she snuggled into Jill. What other lessons could she learn from her sexy history teacher? Whatever they were, she was sure they wouldn’t be found in any textbook at her school.

Continue on to Chapter 3

My Family, Friends, and Sex – Chapter 15

  • Posted on October 5, 2017 at 11:07 am

By Purple Les

When we got on the school bus Friday afternoon, Mary had her book bag like always and another bag for all her sleepover stuff. She would always have at least two changes of clothing.

When we got off the bus and walked toward my house, I still felt like the weekend would be a big let down and told Mary so.

“Sure, I like Siobhan, but she talks like she swallowed a dictionary.”

“Katy, how would you feel if you were just a kid and got pushed ahead three grades? Too young for the kids in your class to hang with and too mature to hang with kids your own age?”

I glared at Mary, “Don’t you ever get tired of being right about stuff?”

“Why, no. Never.” Then she smiled and punched my arm.

We got to my house and I searched through my pockets for my key and I let us in. Mrs. Tran had already dropped off Mary’s sleeping bag and pillow. We took off our coats and boots and went in the living room.

“Come up to my room with me, Mary. I have to put on my play clothes.”

Mary grabbed her bag and followed me upstairs to my bedroom.

It didn’t take me long to change my clothes. I already had put my jeans on under my skirt before I left school, for going out in the cold. So I took off the skirt. Then I took off my school necktie and white blouse. I took off the white undershirt I had on too. That left me standing there in my blue jeans and white ankle socks. I took off the socks too and put on some warm ones.

I stuck out my flat chest at Mary and said, “Pretty sexy, huh?”

She laughed, “Jeez, you’re flatter than a board that hasn’t been nailed.”

“Well, fine. You don’t have to look.” I put on a tie-dye t-shirt I’d made last summer. I put on one of my mom’s old plaid flannel shirts over it. I sat on my bed with my arms crossed.

Mary came a little closer to me and took off her school tie, white blouse and white undershirt. She put her hands on her hips and pushed her elbows behind her.

“What do you think of my tits, Katy?”

“I like them,” I said, licking my lips.

“Wanna touch ’em?”

“Okay,” I said, swallowing hard. I put the palms of my hands on each of her little boobs. When I took them away a moment later, her nipples were hard and staring at me. I kissed them back and forth and then sat back on the bed.

Mary reached up under her skirt and pulled down her leggings. She tossed them on the bed next to me and I could see her white panties were inside them. She put her left foot on the bed next to me and said, “Take my sock off, perv.”

I did. Then she put her other foot on the bed. “Take that one off, too.”

I did, real slow. I did it slow because with her leg up like that I could almost see up her skirt, but not quite. I sat there holding her socks.

She put her foot back on the floor.

“Now smell them, perv,” Mary commanded me.

I laughed and said, “You smell ’em,” and I threw them at her face. She laughed and caught them in mid air and we threw the socks back and forth at each other.

After they went flying somewhere, she just stood there for a moment. Then Mary walked across the room and bent over to open her bag. She looked over her shoulder and briefly lifted the back of her skirt, giving me a quick look at her bare ass.

She took out a bunch of clothes and asked me what she should wear tonight. I shrugged my shoulders. She took out a pair of powder blue panties. She started to pull them up under her skirt and I made a boo boo face at her.

Mary stopped pulling the panties up and said, “Oh, does my little perv want to see me all nakey?”

I nodded my head, “Yes.”

She pulled the panties back off and tossed them on the bed. Mary unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt, then let it fall around her ankles. I was seeing Mary bare naked.

“Um, you like what you see?” Mary asked me, rather shyly.

“Yeah, I sure do. I love seeing you naked, Mary.”

I really did too. If it were up to me, I’d have her go around naked all the time.

“Stand up and kiss me, perv.”

I hopped off the bed, wrapped my arms around her and pressed my lips to hers. I held the top of her back with one arm and my other hand slid down her back and moved all over her bare butt.

Our tongues were in and out of each other’s mouths. Mary hugged me tight.

We broke the kiss and I looked her up and down. I really did love seeing her naked. I loved her tiny boobies and hard nipples, her cute tummy and navel, that special place between her legs. I could see the top of her pussy, looking down there, that bare little slit, so much like mine, yet different.

“Can I lick you?” I wanted to get on my knees and kiss her pussy.

“I am kind of horny, Katy, but I don’t want to come yet. Lick it a little, but don’t make me come. I want to be ready to come real hard later.”

I wondered why. I doubted we’d get a chance to fool around later. Why waste a moment. I didn’t argue though, I just got on my knees and got to it. I had my hands on her ass and she kept wiggling her hips back and forth.

I was just getting started and then she pushed me away. “Shit! Stop it now! Oh, wow, that’s really good, you perv. Now stop!”

She pried herself away from me, had me stand up and we kissed some more. Then she got dressed and we went downstairs.

We heard the pickup pull in the driveway and went to the door. Mom had a pizza with her. We took the pizza box and put it on the kitchen table, while Mom got her boots and coat off.

We hugged Mom, then she got stuff for us to drink and I got plates out. Mom gave Mary a hug and a kiss on the head. I got a kiss on the lips from Mom and she looked at me. I bet she tasted Mary’s pussy juice on my lips.

After we ate, we just sat there. Mom told me to go wash my face. I guessed I had pizza sauce all over my mouth. I went to the bathroom and I saw in the mirror what a mess my face was. I did have sauce all over it. I couldn’t understand how Mary was so neat and I was always a mess. I washed my hands and face good and brushed my teeth.

When I came out of the bathroom, I found Mary and my mom on the easy chair. Mary was kneeling facing my mom and they were kissing. Mary had her hands on my mom’s big boobies and my mom had her hands on Mary’s butt.

They broke the kiss when they saw me.

“Katy, you don’t mind, do you?” My mom asked.

Mary looked at me, her eyes wide behind her glasses.

“No, I don’t mind. I kind of like seeing you two kiss. Besides, I did a lot more than kiss Mary’s mom. So it’s okay.”

“Tell Mary what you did with her mom and sister,” said my mom.

I took a few steps closer to them. They started to kiss again and while they did, I told Mary everything about that afternoon. How we’d all been naked together. I told her everything we’d done, me, Lucy, Aunt Billie, my mom and Mary’s mom. I told Mary how I licked her mom’s pussy.

Mary stopped kissing my mom and looked at me.

“I want to lick your mom’s pussy,” she said, “I want you to show me how she likes it and do it with me. I want all three of us to be naked together.”

Mary got off the chair and stood between me and my mom. My mom started to pull Mary’s shirt off.

I heard a car door in the driveway. Mom heard it too and then the doorbell rang.

Mom kissed Mary and pulled Mary’s shirt back down.

Mom said, “This will have to wait for now, girls. Let’s go greet our guest.”

Siobhan and her mom came in. They got out of their coats and boots. Siobhan introduced her mother by her first name.

“Everyone, this is my mother, Jean. Jean, this is Mary Tran, Katy Watson and Katy’s mother, Mrs. Watson.”

Me and Mary looked at each other. Then we took Siobhan and her stuff into the living room and then showed her around. Jean sat with my mom at the kitchen table.

Siobhan was amazed that we only had one bathroom. She probably felt like she was in a third-world country. Siobhan’s parents’ house had four bathrooms. Just for the three of them!

We’d finished giving Siobhan the big tour and while her and Mary set up my chessboard for a game, I went in the kitchen. I was surprised to see my mom kissing Jean. Jean seemed old to have a kid Siobhan’s age. She looked more like she would be Siobhan’s grandma. Jean has shoulder-length brown hair with some silver threads in it.

She had on a black turtle neck shirt. I could see she didn’t have a bra on either. When she came in you could see her small puppies bouncing around and after kissing my mom, her big nipples were hard and sticking out against her shirt.

Jean saw me out of the corner of her eye and broke the kiss with my mom very quickly. Jean tried to compose herself.

“It’s all right, Jean,” my mom said, “it’s just Katy. She’s seen me kiss women before. Katy, come sit with us, please.”

Jean seemed to look at me like you’d look at the pastries in a bakery.

I sat on my mom’s lap. Something about Jean reminded me of something that I couldn’t put my finger on. The grownups went back to talking.

“Well, like I was telling you, Carol, we had Siobhan rather late in life. I guess we weren’t really prepared to have a child, especially one with Siobhan’s intellect.”

“Like I was saying before, Jean. If you ever want to try something different, well, I would be happy to let you try whatever you’d like,” said my mom.

I watched Jean blush. She looked older than my mom, but she looked cool. I found out by listening to them chat, that Jean and her husband were college professors. I guess that’s why Siobhan was so smart.

Jean looked at me and said, “Siobhan’s been around only adults mostly, Katy. She doesn’t really know how to act like a child. So I would like to thank you and Mary for befriending her. I hope she doesn’t become too insufferable.”

“Aw, Siobhan’s okay,” I said.

Then I listened to the moms talk more.

Then I knew what Jean reminded me of. One time a bird had flown into our front window. It acted kind of goofy for a minute. Mom said it was because it thought it was flying into the sky, but instead had hit the window and now as it moved around on the ground, it wasn’t sure what was real anymore. Jean reminded me of a bird who’d just hit a window.

“Katy, you’re getting heavy on my lap,” my mom said.

I stood up and put my arm around Mom’s shoulders.

“I wish, Carol, that I was as close to my daughter as you are with Katy,” said Jean. “I’ve just never been very demonstrative regarding physical affection.”

My mom said, “Well, I would never had guessed that from that kiss we had, Jean.”

Jean blushed again and said, “Carol, you shouldn’t say that in front of your daughter.”

Mom put her arm around my waist and said to me, “You didn’t mind seeing us kiss, did you, Katy?”

“No, I liked seeing it.”

Mom looked at Jean, then said to me, while still looking at Jean, “Katy, give me a kiss, one like I gave Jean.”

I thought maybe Mom was getting goofy or something, but I did what she said. I gave my mom a long French kiss.

When we stopped, we looked at Jean. Her eyes were all shiny and her face was flushed. Jean was kind of breathing hard too.

“Well, it’s getting late,” Jean, said looking around the kitchen. “Hans will wonder what’s become of me. I’d best be off and let you girls enjoy yourselves.”

We went in the living room. I saw that in their chess game, Siobhan had Mary in check. If Mary made the right move she could win. Mary moved her queen instead. Siobhan moved her knight and Siobhan said, “Check and mate.”

Jean said, “I’ll be leaving now, Siobhan. Mrs. Watson will call me when you’re ready to leave tomorrow. Good night.”

Siobhan looked up from the chess board and said, “Very well, Jean, good night.”

I thought how weird. Not a kiss, or a goodbye hug, or nothing.

I had said I’d play the winner and we set up the chess board for another game. I heard Jean leave and Mom sat on the couch with a glass of wine. Mom and Mary watched me and Siobhan play chess.

Siobhan and me were laying on our tummies on the floor. I’d never seen Siobhan in anything besides her school clothes. Tonight she had on blue jeans and a sweater. The jeans were tight and I could see she had a nice ass.

I had an advantage right from the start of the game, because Siobhan didn’t think I was very bright. She was right about that, but wrong to think it meant I couldn’t play chess well.

After twenty minutes I had taken her queen, both rooks, a knight and a bishop. She had three of my pawns and was looking flustered.

Siobhan thought a long time and moved her bishop to where it could take my queen on the next move and she looked at me, with a smug look on her face.

I moved my queen two spaces, slowly took my fingers off it and announced, “Checkmate.”

Siobhan stared at the board in wonder. She laid her king on its side. She got up on her knees and offered her hand to me. “Well played, Katy.”

I shook her hand and said, “Thanks.”

I shook her hand longer than I needed to. It just felt so warm and soft, smaller than my hand.

“You stared a lot at me during the game, Katy. Is it part of your strategy?”

“No, I just wondered where you got your green eyes. Your mom’s eyes are hazel. Does your dad have green eyes?”

“No, Hans, my father, has blue eyes. Mine are a genetic mutation.”

“Cool,” was all I could come up with for a reply. Then I added, “I think you have really pretty eyes, Siobhan, was what I guess I meant to say.”

Siobhan smiled at me and said, “Thank you, Katy. What a charming compliment.”

We had stopped shaking hands and were now just holding hands. We both noticed at the same time and let go and gave a little laugh. I think I felt something inside me though. I wondered if maybe the night would be fun after all.

Mom suggested we watch a DVD. We picked the old Clash of the Titans. I made popcorn on the stove. Mary didn’t want butter on hers, so I put some popcorn in a bowl for her.

Me and Siobhan wanted butter. I put the rest in a bowl for us and then melted some butter in the popcorn pot and poured it on the popcorn.

The three of us sat on the couch and my mom in the easy chair watching the movie. Siobhan was in the middle. Our popcorn bowl was between us and our hands touched a lot reaching in it. When our hands touched, we’d look at each other and smile.

Three quarters of the way through the movie, Mary had to go pee. I guess I did too. We paused the movie. While Mary was in the bathroom, Siobhan got her pyjamas out of her bag.

I went to the bathroom, when Mary came out and when I was done, me and Mary ran up to my bedroom. We stripped bare naked. We took a long look at each other and then kissed.

Mary put on a white flannel nightgown. I reached under my pillow and put on the blue flannel pyjamas that were under it. Then I grabbed my pillow and my sock monkey and we ran downstairs.

Siobhan was in her pyjamas now too. She’d changed in my mom’s bedroom. Siobhan’s pyjamas were the kind with the elastic in the cuffs and were tight fitting. Siobhan was thin, but not skinny, with a cute butt and you could see the outline of her panties underneath. Of course me and Mary weren’t wearing any underwear.

We watched the rest of the movie, while Mom went in the back room with another glass of wine and the laptop. Mom had on her long pullover robe.

When the movie was over, we talked about it.

Siobhan said, “It was nice that it followed the Greek myths rather closely.”

“Yeah,” said Mary, “and the part where they had to kill the Medusa was really scary. What was your favorite part, Katy?”

“Um, well, honest. My favorite part was when Andromeda took that bath near the end and we saw her boobies and bare butt.”

Mary and Siobhan laughed. Mary said, “Yeah, you would like that best.”

Siobhan looked at the floor and said, “The female form is beautiful, I think. The actress who played Andromeda, is very beautiful and I must admit, I too enjoyed seeing her nude.”

Me and Mary looked at Siobhan.

Mary said, “Me and Katy have seen each other naked. It’s fun.”

“I’ve never been nude in front of anyone,” said Siobhan.

Mary said, “Well, you must have been nude in front of your mom, at least for baths or something.”

“Not since I was five,” said Siobhan.

“I’m naked in the shower with my mom and little sister all the time,” Mary declared. “How ‘bout you, Katy. You ever been naked with your mom?”

“Well, just between us, I mean you guys can’t say nothing to anyone else… ”

I started rather hesitantly, when they both swore it would never go farther than here, I continued.

“Me and Mom go around naked lots. She says it’s okay. To be honest, we like it so much, sometimes we even do stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?” Mary asked, though she full well knew the answer.

“Well, we kiss and hug and touch, you know, touch each other’s privates.”

Siobhan’s face was red.

Mary said, “You’re making it all up, Katy.”

“No, honest. I hope it doesn’t seem too weird to you guys,” I said, looking at Siobhan.

Siobhan said, “I must confess something. When I was six, I asked my parents to demonstrate coitus for me. I was curious about reproduction. My parents allowed me to watch them have sexual intercourse. The funny thing was, I very much enjoyed seeing Jean nude and having an orgasm. I mean, I understand why Katy would like being with her mother in that way. I am rather envious of her actually. It must be very enjoyable.”

“It sure is,” said Mary. “I have sex with my mom and sister all the time. It’s the best. I still think, Katy’s fibbing to us though.”

“I am not!”

At that moment Mom came from the back room to the bathroom. Mary looked at me.

“Okay, if it’s true, when your mom comes out of the bathroom, prove it.”

“How?”

Mary thought a moment and said, “Make your mom tell us that she gets naked with you.”

I wasn’t sure how I would do that, but I said, “Okay, I will.”

When Mom came out of the bathroom, she said, “I’m going to bed now girls. Stay up and have fun, but keep it quiet and no throwing anything. You girls need anything?”

Before I could say anything, Mary said, “Aunt Carol, Katy says you and her go around naked together. Is that true?”

Siobhan looked shocked. Mary smiled and Mom smiled at us and said, “Yes, it’s true, Mary. There is no shame in the human form. It’s very natural for mothers and daughters to be nude together. Don’t you go around naked with your mom and sister ever, Mary?”

“Yeah, we do.” said Mary.

“What about you, Siobhan?” asked my mom, looking at Siobhan.

“Well, no, we don’t, Mrs. Watson. However, I think I would like that.”

“Why don’t you let us see you naked, Aunt Carol?” asked Mary. “I mean, why not, if it’s so natural and everything.”

“You’re right, Mary, there’s nothing wrong with it. Would you like to see me nude?” asked my mom.

All three of us shook our heads “Yes.”

Mom pulled down the zipper on her robe. We could see the skin between her breasts and then her bellybutton. She pushed the robe off her shoulders, it fell to her feet and she stood there nude before us.

Siobhan was wide eyed and for once didn’t say anything, just stared.

Mary said, “Well, what about Katy?”

Mom said, “Oh, I understand, Mary. Katy said we get naked together and you’d like to see that, wouldn’t you?”

Mary said, “Yes!” then she looked at Siobhan, “You’d like that too, wouldn’t you, Siobhan?”

“I must confess, I would enjoy that immensely,” said Siobhan.

Mom pulled me over to her. Mom took off my pajama top, then turned so Mary and Siobhan could see her butt. Then Mom squatted next to me and pulled down my pajama bottoms. Mom stood up and hugged me and said to my friends, “There you go girls, nude mother and daughter. You like?”

Neither Mary or Siobhan spoke but they nodded their heads “Yes”, over and over. Me and Mom just stood there for a minute, letting them get an eyeful. Mom, with her big boobies and triangle of hair over her pussy and me, with my flat chest and no hair at all. Then Mom picked up her robe and told me to put my pyjamas back on so I didn’t get cold.

Mom bent over, still nude and gave us each a goodnight kiss on the lips. She said good night and walked to her bedroom, giving us a great look at her bare ass.

After Mom closed her bedroom door, Mary and Siobhan, were both like, “Wow! Cool!” and, “Your mom’s so hot!” and, “You two looked great together naked!”

Earlier Mom had zipped Mary and my sleeping bags together into one big bag and we were all going to sleep together. Siobhan asked what else we do on a sleepover and Mary said, “Ghost stories!”

Mary turned off the lamp and held a flashlight under her face to look scary. She told The Monkey’s Paw. I’d heard her tell it before, but it always gave me the creeps.

When Mary was done, Siobhan said, “Yes, that’s a folk tale that comes from many countries. What it implies is rather unlikely to have ever happened. However, as we can clearly see by Katy’s reaction, the physiological implications can be quite frightening.” Then I turned the lamp back on.

“Well, I can talk to the dead,” I said, to show I wasn’t a ‘fraidy cat. I had us sit in a circle holding each other’s hands. I told them how there was a family buried in the basement, that had been killed by an escaped murderer.

The family had been kind and let him in from a storm. After they had fed him, the murderer killed the father and son. Then he raped the mother and daughter and then killed them too. He buried them all in the basement and then just lived here like he owned the place and they never caught him. The family haunted this house, but they never bothered me and Mom, because they were my friends.

Mary rolled her eyes and Siobhan sighed and said, “You expect us to believe that preposterous story?”

“I’m going to contact them right now,” I said. I held their hands tighter and in my deepest voice I said, “Einey weeny, chili beanie, the spirits are about to speak…”

Mary and Siobhan looked like something was going to happen. Then I let out a big fart and laughed.

Mary groaned and said, “Yuck! Very stinky spirits, Katy!”

Oddly enough, Siobhan laughed long and hard and said, “That was so silly.”

That was the first time I’d seen Siobhan really laugh.

We talked for a while. Then we got in the sleeping bag. Siobhan was in the middle. We left the lamp on ’cause we were just talking and we were thinking of putting on the TV.

“I can’t get the image of you and your mother nude together out of my mind, Katy,” said Siobhan. “It was so beautiful. It also left me feeling…” Siobhan trailed off.

Mary jumped right in, “Left you feeling horny?”

“If you must put it so crudely, Mary, yes, horny,” said Siobhan.

“Do you masturbate?” Mary asked.

“I have tried. I’ve inserted my finger into my vagina, but I fail to reach an orgasm.”

“Don’t you rub your clit?”

“I don’t think I have one.”

Mary laughed, “Of course you have one. Maybe you just need help finding it. I bet Katy and me can find it for you.”

“Perhaps, Mary. You told me that you and Katy kiss and engage in other homosexual behaviors. After seeing Katy and her mother nude together, I feel I may be best sexually stimulated by observing you both.”

Mary raised herself up on one elbow and looked over Siobhan, at me. “How ‘bout we let her watch us kiss, Katy?” Mary said.

“Um, okay, sure,” was all I could think to say. Me and Mary knelt over Siobhan’s head and began to kiss.

“My word,” said Siobhan. “This is so erotic. How beautiful. I find myself becoming very aroused watching you two.”

Now I felt like something really hot was going to happen after all. Then I thought how Mary was right again after all. How did she always manage to know everything? I didn’t care though. I was having fun kissing her while Siobhan watched us.

Then Mary broke the kiss, looked down at Siobhan and said, “Would you like to see me and Katy kissing bare naked?”

Continue on to Chapter 16

Lessons Learned, Chapter 1

  • Posted on October 2, 2017 at 10:45 am

By Amanda Lynn

“So, as we saw from the video, King Tutankhamun or King Tut if you will, was an Egyptian Pharaoh who reigned from 1332 to 1323 BC during the 18th dynasty…”

Jessica followed the movements of her teacher as she crossed the distance from her desk to the chalkboard. The class had just finished watching a short film on the ‘Boy King’ and now their history teacher was preparing to scribble notes on the blackboard.

Thirty-year-old Jill Lessel, blonde-haired and blue-eyed, trim and fit, usually caught the attention of the teenage boys in her class. The clothes she wore, be it a simple skirt and blouse or a stylish pantsuit, were always school appropriate yet still complimented her figure and made her look sexy.

The boys weren’t the only ones who ogled her body as she moved about the front of the class. Fifteen-year-old Jessica Taylor also had succumbed to her beauty while in her presence. The difference between her and the boys, though, was that her thoughts were of sweet, gentle, romantic liaisons with her teacher, not the disgusting porn movie fuck scenes that the boys imagined.

Jessica smiled when Ms. Lessel began to write on the board. Not because of the notes she would have to take down, but because the sexy woman was wearing a snug pair of slacks. Jessica liked it when she wore slacks, simple because when she wrote on the board her perfect ass would wiggle, and the pants made it that much more erotic. Well, at least to Jessica it did.

“Who can tell me in which Kingdom Tut reigned?” Ms. Lessel asked the class.

“The Egyptian Kingdom,” someone called out near the back of the room, causing the other students to break into laughter.

Jill looked at the class. Corner of her mouth raised and brow furrowed. Damn, she looked so cute. “No, Steven. Not the Egyptian Kingdom. Let me rephrase the question. In which period of Egyptian history did King Tut reign?”

Jessica knew the answer. Her eyes might be focused on Ms. Lessel’s legs or butt or perfect smile during her classes, but she still absorbed all of what the woman taught. Maybe to impress her, but also because she enjoyed the subject matter, Jessica used to put her hand up to answer all the time — then often would be rewarded with teasing calls of teacher’s pet or brainiac or some similar taunt.

Jill looked around the room for several moments. When no one raised their hand, she looked at Jessica. “Jess, can you help the class out?”

Jessica cringed, waiting for a snide remark from someone. When none seemed to be forthcoming she replied in a timid voice, her eyes meeting Ms. Lessel’s, “The New Kingdom.”

“Correct. Nice to see someone was paying attention,” Jill said as she lightly touched Jessica’s shoulder before turning and walking back to the front of the class.

Jessica shuddered. The touch had been electric. A little thrill of excitement had shot through her, right down to her core. She suppressed her moan thinking just how much she wanted Ms. Lessel to touch her again, to touch her all over.

Absently she scissored her legs and squeezed them together as she felt the heat rise in her face. She looked up at Ms. Lessel, and found she was looking back with a strange grin on her face. Her eyes seemed to sparkle just then. Oh, god. Did she see what I did? Jessica thought. Her face reddened even more.

For the rest of the class, she couldn’t look at Ms. Lessel’s face for fear of further embarrassment. She watched the board, or her notebook, or her teacher’s legs, her long gorgeous legs. Finally, the buzzer rang and Jessica, along with the rest of the class, scrambled from their seats.

“Don’t forget,” Jill called out. “Quiz tomorrow. Chapters five through seven.”

She was answered with grunts and groans and muffled curses. Jessica wasn’t worried, she would ace it. She always did. Jessica gave Ms. Lessel a quick look and a meek smile as she passed her desk on the way to the door.

“See you tomorrow, Jess. Have a pleasant evening.” Jill said in what seemed to Jessica to be a flirtatious voice.

“Bye,” was all she could manage to say as she hurried out the door. Well, it had been more of a squeak really, and her face burned once more.

Her head was spinning. Was Ms. Lessel flirting with her? Was that possible? No. She’d imagined it. She had to have, right? Regardless, her sex was wide awake to the possibility, and it wanted attention now.

“What was that all about?” A voice to her right said.

Jessica jumped at the sound, almost dropping the books she was carrying.

“Shit, Sam, you scared me!” She frowned at her friend Samantha, Sam for short. “What did you say?”

“I asked you what that was all about?”

“What was what all about?” Jessica asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Jess, please,” Sam giggled. “You turned fifty shades of horny when she touched you.”

Jessica gave her a dirty look, and once again she felt the all too familiar heat in her face. Damn it to hell! She cursed herself.

“Exactly like that.” Sam pointed at her.

“It’ll never happen, you know,” she added after they’d walked a few feet down the hall.

“What won’t?” Jessica played dumb, hoping Sam would drop it.

“You and Ms. Lessel, dumb ass,” Sam teased. “She’s twice your age and she’s your teacher, for fuck sake. The only thing that would happen is heartbreak and humiliation for you, and prison for her,” her friend finished in a more serious tone.

Jessica stopped and studied Sam’s face. She was right. Jessica was just kidding herself if she thought anything good could come out of a relationship with Ms. Lessel. Actually, she didn’t know if Ms. Lessel was at all interested in her or even if she was interested in girls. But that wasn’t going to change the way Jessica felt when she was in Ms. Lessel’s classroom.

She sighed. “I know… but you have to admit she’s so gorgeous,” Jessica said as a smile returned to her face.

Sam groaned, rolling her eyes. “Yes Jess, she’s gorgeous. Now would you please forget about anything ever happening between you two?”

“Okay. Okay. I’ll keep my fantasies of her to my bedroom,” Jessica said with a sly grin.

“Fuck, Jess,” Sam replied with a chuckle, “I don’t need to know that!”

The buzzer rang, and the two girls headed into their next class.

*****

When Jessica arrived home after school, she found the front door locked as she knew it would be. Her parents were at work, and she didn’t expect them home for a couple of hours yet. Unlocking the door, she headed inside and secured it behind her. There were a few household chores that she was expected to do before her parents got home, but they were quick and simple tasks, so she knew she had time to take care of the ache that was between her legs first.

Heading upstairs to her bedroom she quickly pulled off her jeans and shirt. Jessica stood in front of the mirror and removed her bra and panties. She looked at her reflection and cupped her breasts. They were small and capped with pink nipples that were now rapidly stiffening at the playful touch of her fingers.

Her belly was flat and her legs strong, thanks mostly to the soccer and floor hockey teams she was on. Sam had been right. She had been all sorts of horny in history class, and it didn’t seem to have gone away. She had seen Ms. Lessel in the hall a couple of times after her history class, and she could have sworn she had seen her lick her lips as they passed.

Jessica moaned as she pushed her hand down through her trimmed bush and onto her sex. She was wet, no, she was soaked. She watched herself slide a finger through the slick folds of her labia only to have it disappear from sight as it plunged into her core. She twitched and grunted. Spreading her legs a little more, she pulled the finger out and brought it to her mouth. Slowly she sucked it clean, watching herself in the mirror.

“You’re such a dirty girl,” she said to her reflection. The reflection winked and gave her a naughty smile.

Moving to the side of her bed, Jessica sat down. Opening the bottom drawer of her nightstand, she reached into the back and from under some clutter pulled out a battery-powered toothbrush. Sam had told her about this trick during a sleepover a few months ago when their conversation had turned to masturbation and sex toys.

She set the toothbrush on the nightstand, then stretched out on the bed, her head on the pillow. Jessica pinched at her nipples, twisting and pulling them. She sighed contentedly while images of her sexy history teacher played in her mind. Jessica pictured Ms. Lessel, Jill, in class at the chalkboard, her cute ass wiggling as she wrote.

She imagined Jill turning to face her, the only person in the class, and then slowly unbutton her blouse and push it off her shoulders.

Jessica moaned and moved one hand to her belly. She could feel the warmth of her skin as she caressed herself.

In her imagination, Jill had removed her pants and stood there, only feet from Jessica, in saucy red lingerie. She stared at Jessica with smoldering eyes as she licked her lips.

Jessica was beginning to pant, and she felt the heat in her face, across her chest, and between her legs. Her hand moved to her clit. It was swollen, and throbbed under her touch. She rubbed it with her finger in small, slow circles. She twitched and quivered while deep inside she felt the stirring of a developing storm.

Jill was beside her, in her mind’s eye, bent slightly at the waist and stroking her face with the back of her hand.

Jessica pushed her fingers through her silky-smooth folds and played with her lips, pulling at them, before slipping two fingers into her core. Pushing in as deep as she could, she pulled back only to drive her fingers in again. Jessica groaned and bucked as she fucked herself, the tempest in her belly growing stronger.

In her fantasy, Jessica was now naked and standing in front of her hot sexy teacher. Jill was touching her, fingering Jessica’s soaked cunt.

Jessica fumbled for her toothbrush. As soon as she found it, she turned it on and touched its smooth head to her hypersensitive clit. She bucked and sucked in sharply at the contact. Jessica held the vibrating head in place as the jolts of electricity flashed along every nerve in her body. She was breathing hard, gasping for air. Her bedroom was filled with the buzz of her makeshift vibrator along with her moans and curses as she approached orgasm.

Jill was now fingering her feverishly in her imagination, talking dirty and nibbling her ear.

“Fuck me, Jill! Fuck me!” Jessica screamed as the orgasm tore through her. She stiffened and arched her back off the bed. Jessica shook and twitched as she was swept away by the sweet ecstasy that washed over her.

The girl lay still with her eyes closed as the last of the aftershocks faded away. When her breathing returned to normal, she reached for the toothbrush that lay buzzing somewhere beside her. It had rolled under her leg after she dropped it during her orgasm.

“Oh, Jill,’’ she murmured softly.

She was doomed, she told herself, to spend the rest of her school days creaming her jeans every time she was near Ms. Lessel. She could look but never touch. Maybe she could live with that. Hell, it was only another three years until she finished high school. Jessica groaned at the idea and forced herself to get up. A quick shower, then chores and homework.

*****

“So? How was it?” Sam asked mischievously, plopping down on the seat beside Jessica.

Jessica looked at her friend as the school bus lurched away from the curb. “How was what?”

“The Lessel-flavored orgasm I just know you had yesterday,” she said as she poked her in the ribs.

Jessica flinched. “Absolutely awesome. Do you want the details?” she shot back with a grin.

“Hell no!” Sam laughed.

For the rest of the ride to school, they chatted and carried on. When the bus stopped in front of the school, they got off and headed inside to their lockers.

“Double history today, Jess. Are you going to be able to control yourself that long?” Sam goaded her friend after she looked at the schedule that was taped to the inside of her locker door.

“Well, if I can’t, you can relieve that itch for me.” Jessica waggled her eyebrows at Sam as she took the books she needed and closed her locker.

“You should only be so lucky,” Sam snorted.

“This from the straight chick,” Jessica laughed.

Jessica was glad that the double history periods were divided by their lunch break. She wasn’t sure if she could last a full eighty minutes in the same room as Ms. Lessel. Jessica was already in her seat, and smiled when her teacher entered the room.

Jill was wearing a tight sweater that emphasized her small, perfectly shaped breasts and a skirt that showed off her sexy legs. Jessica sighed softly and felt the heat in her groin grow. It’s going to be a long class, she thought. Thankfully she had a quiz to focus on for most of this period.

“Deep breaths, tiger. You can do this,” Sam whispered with a giggle from her seat in the row next to hers.

“Bite me.”

“Good morning all. Let’s get the painful part over with first, shall we? Everything off your desks, save a pen or pencil and eraser,” Jill said. Once she was satisfied that everyone was ready, she handed out the test papers.

As Jessica had expected, the quiz was a no-brainer for anyone who had bothered to read the chapters. She knew she had aced it and she could have handed in the paper and left the room, as was the standard practice when tests and quizzes were being taken. Instead, she opted to review her answers several times. Well, she gave the appearance of doing that. In reality, it was just an excuse to stay in the classroom a little longer and steal more glances of her oh so sexy teacher.

Ms. Lessel was sitting at her desk at the front of the class, busy working on a small stack of papers that lay in front of her. Jessica took the opportunity to look down at the large opening in the front of the desk and to Ms. Lessel’s long legs. They were crossed at the ankle and gently angled away from her chair. Jessica’s view was partially blocked by the desk, and she could only clearly see Ms. Lessel’s knees, calves, and feet, but that was okay. She traced the lines of her legs up and down, admiring everything about them.

Naughty thoughts were beginning to form in her mind. Her lips were dry, and she licked them. As she watched, Ms. Lessel uncrossed and then slowly spread her legs apart, wide. Jessica swallowed, cursing the desk for blocking her view. But then a bolt of fear shot through her. How long had she been staring? Was it a coincidence, or did the teacher spread her legs on purpose, for her?

She glanced up at Ms. Lessel and their eyes met. Jill was staring back at her, with that strange smile on her face again, the one that Jessica couldn’t quite read.

Jessica found herself frozen, unable to draw her eyes away from her teacher’s. Could she read what was on her mind? Was the expression on her face betraying what she felt inside? Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she could feel the heat rising. Jessica felt nervous, excited, even a bit scared. She could feel the arousal oozing from her.

She smiled meekly, then tore her gaze away from Ms. Lessel’s brilliant blue eyes and focused on the quiz paper in front of her. Jessica took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. When she was ready, she collected her books and stood up, but had to place a hand on her desk as her legs wobbled for a second. She approached Ms. Lessel’s desk, trying to avoid eye contact, and gave her the completed quiz.

“Thanks, Jess. See you next period,” Jill said sweetly.

Not trusting her voice, Jessica just nodded. She wanted to run from the room and scream. She was so incredibly turned on right now. Jessica turned and headed for the door, each step an effort, and it seemed as if the door was moving farther away with every step she took. Finally, the doorknob was in her hand, and she yanked the door open and stepped into the hall.

Jessica leaned with her back against the wall. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Get a grip on yourself, Jess. In control once again, she dropped her books off at her locker and headed for the bathroom.

Seated on a toilet, she relieved her bladder and wiped herself. Her clit was still begging for attention, and it reminded her of that when she brushed against it while wiping. She would just have to ignore that until she got home… or would she? Sitting in the silence of the bathroom, she looked at her watch and saw that she had about 15 minutes before the buzzer rang for lunch. Do I dare? Jessica giggled.

She hesitated briefly, then wet two fingers with her mouth, touched them to her sex, and began to rub. A soft moan escaped her as she increased the tempo of her moving fingers. Jessica was breathing harder now, and the pressure was building deep inside. Leaning back against the toilet tank, she spread her legs the best she could, her surroundings faded away.

It was getting closer and closer. Jolts of pleasure were racing up and down her spine. The thrill of getting off in the girls’ room and the possibility of getting caught only added to the excitement. Only a few wonderful minutes later it took her. Jessica had to bite down on her fist to keep from screaming. She jerked and twitched and whimpered as the orgasm washed over her.

As the exquisite pleasure faded away, she waited until her breathing slowed. Wiping herself again, she stood, pulled up her pants and flushed. Jessica jumped when she opened the door to the stall. Leaning against the counter, ankles crossed and arms folded across her chest, Sam was looking at her with an eyebrow raised and a wide grin on her face.

“Damn, girl! Couldn’t you wait until after school?” she said with a giggle.

“How long… how much… I mean…” Jessica stammered. She was a bit embarrassed that she had been caught, but it also sent a little wave of excitement through her.

“Enough. Maybe next time you should lock the door.” Sam pointed at the deadbolt lock. “But hey, don’t sweat it. You’re not the first girl to Jill off.” Sam chuckled, “See what I did there? Jill off? You know, Jill…”

“I get it. Very funny,” Jess snorted. “And just how do you know that other girls are doing it too?”

“Same way I know you were. Now, come on, it’s almost lunch time, but wash your hands first. You smell like pussy.”

Jessica gave Sam a playful punch to the shoulder, then washed her hands before they left the bathroom. As they stepped into the hall, the buzzer sounded, and the once empty corridor was soon filled with a multitude of students heading for their lockers, the cafeteria, or outside.

After they finished lunch, Jessica and Samantha made their way back to the classroom for their second history period. They were early, and they passed the time with idle chit-chat.

“By the way,” Sam said. “I won’t be able to go to the dance Friday night.”

“Oh? How come?” Jessica asked, feeling a bit disappointed. She wanted to go, but only if Sam was going. It wasn’t like she wouldn’t have a good time or anything. It just would have been more fun with her best friend there.

“Davy’s birthday. Mom wants the family to go for supper and then a movie.”

“Oh, well. There’s always the next dance I guess,” Jess said with a sigh.

“Nothing’s stopping you from going,” Sam said, sensing her friend’s disappointment.

“Yeah, I know. But it’s just not the same.”

Sam chuckled, “Just think. Without me there, some pretty girl might take pity and you could get lucky. Maybe even Becky Wilson.” Sam leaned in to whisper the name of the school’s prissy head cheerleader.

Jessica shot her a dirty look. “I wouldn’t give that arrogant bitch, or the rest of the airhead cheerleaders, the time of day!” she growled.

Sam laughed out loud. “Relax Jess, I was kidding.”

“Fine. Besides, what makes you think I need a pity fuck anyway?” Jessica questioned her friend with a hushed voice.

“Really, Jess? Do I need remind you of the bathroom?”

Before she had a chance to respond, Jill entered the room, her arms full of books and papers. Somehow, she also managed to carry a cup of coffee. When she reached her desk, it quickly became apparent that she couldn’t unload her arms without either spilling the coffee or dropping the papers she was carrying.

After a couple of aborted attempts, she looked over at Jessica. “Jess, would you be a dear and give me a hand here?”

Jessica swallowed hard. Snap out of it you silly twit. You can do this, she said to herself.

“Go on, Jess. Your damsel in distress awaits,” Sam whispered.

She looked over at Sam and shot her a dirty look, then got up and made her way to the desk. Jessica just stood there not quite knowing what she should do.

“If you could take my coffee for me, that would be great. Careful, it’s hot.”

“Huh? Coffee, of course,” she stammered then reached for the cup. For just a moment their fingers touched as she eased the cup from her teacher’s hand. Jessica willed herself to keep from shaking as she lowered the steaming cup of coffee to the desk.

After Jill set the pile of books and paper safely on the desk, she looked up and smiled at Jessica. Again, their eyes met, and Jessica felt the butterflies take flight in her stomach. Then she felt Ms. Lessel’s hand touch hers. Her thumb gently caressed Jessica’s knuckles and time seemed to stop.

“Thanks, sweetie. You’re a lifesaver,” Jill said in a low voice that sounded all too seductive to Jessica.

Jessica just stood there staring into the woman’s eyes. She knew she should say something but words wouldn’t come. She was completely lost in the moment.

“Jessica? Are you okay?” Jill asked.

Hearing her name, she was brought back to the here and now. “Huh? Yeah. Sorry. Umm… you’re welcome.” She gave Ms. Lessel a smile then headed back to her desk feeling like a fool. You idiot! she thought to herself.

As she sat, the buzzer sounded, and the rest of her classmates wandered in and took their seats. Ms. Lessel instructed the class to read the next couple of chapters while she finished marking the quizzes, then they would go over them together.

Jessica looked at the words on the pages of her textbook, but she didn’t see them. She was thinking about their fingers touching around the coffee cup, about her thumb caressing Jessica’s hand. Was the woman flirting with her or not? Did she dare hope?

Her daydream was interrupted by a test paper being placed on the book in front of her. A large 100% and a smiley face in red ink topped the first page.

“Good job, Jess,” Jill said before she moved down the aisle.

When Jessica turned the page of the test paper, her eyes widened and her heart skipped a beat. In the center of the page, on a yellow sticky, she saw a handwritten note. Hope to see you at the dance, it read, and was signed with a single capital J and a little heart and smiley face.

Jessica quickly pulled the note off the page and shoved it in her pocket, hoping Sam hadn’t noticed. Ms. Lessel passed by her again, and Jessica stiffened as she felt fingertips subtly brush against her arm.

For the rest of the class, Jessica just watched dreamily as Ms. Lessel reviewed the quiz. When the buzzer sounded, she didn’t make any effort to move and was rewarded with a swat to the back of her shoulder.

“Come on, Jess. Get your head out of the clouds,” Sam coaxed.

Jessica grunted then gathered her stuff. She returned the smile that Ms. Lessel gave her as she followed Sam out of the room.

Continue on to Chapter 2