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An Unlikely Romance, Chapter 3

  • Posted on July 2, 2018 at 10:43 am

By: Girl Lover

On Monday, Akiko walked along the sidewalk on her way to school, nervously looking at the school building and some of the kids clustered outside in small groups. She didn’t know what to expect or where to go. She didn’t know where Courtney was or if Courtney still liked her. That wonderful day, Saturday, seemed like a lifetime ago and sometimes people change their minds.

“Akiko!” The sound startled her as she turned to see Courtney running over. Coming up to her, Courtney smiled, “Hey, I was hoping to see you before class started. What do you do before school?”

“Go to the library.”

“Do ya wanna do something more interesting?”

“What?”

“Let’s go to the equipment room. There’s no one there.”

“Why?” Akiko wondered, then saw Courtney smiling at her, licking her lips. Akiko’s eyes widened in shock, whispering, “We can’t do that!”

“Why not?! I’ve done it before.”

Akiko’s mouth dropped. “Well…we can’t. It…it…it’s wrong. That’s special and needs to be done in a special place.”

Courtney looked confused, “You mean like the bathroom?”

“NO!!!” Akiko exclaimed in disbelief.

“Well, what do you want to do?”

“Let’s go to the library.”

“For what?!” Courtney protested.

“There’s a lot of great books….”

“I don’t like reading.”

“Well, maybe you haven’t found the right book. Let’s go see.” Akiko walked toward the building with Courtney following beside her reluctantly. As they walked inside, Akiko nervously looked at the other kids, memories of last week still fresh in her mind.

Seeing her apprehension, Courtney boldly took Akiko’s hand, leading her through the hall towards the library, glaring at anyone who paid any mind to them. Once inside the library, Akiko happily pulled Courtney along, suggesting several books, but Courtney declined them all.

“Aren’t there any pornos we can watch?” Courtney asked.

“Pornos?”

“Sex videos.”

Akiko grimaced, “Of course not! That’s disgusting!” Picking a book off the shelf, “Ooh, Great Mysteries of the Past. We can read this.”

Courtney scowled at the book, sighing in disappointment, “I really need a cigarette.”

“Hey, you promised!”

Courtney huffed, “I don’t have any. Threw em away.”

Akiko led Courtney to a table and sat down. Opening the book, she started reading it aloud, explaining the pictures to Courtney. Courtney didn’t care for the book, but rather enjoyed watching Akiko, particularly how the top of her butt crack was peeking out of her jeans. Slyly reaching over, she deftly stuck her finger down into it. Akiko jerked up, “Hey!” Glaring at Courtney, she whispered harshly, “That’s my butt!”

Courtney smiled fondly at her, “I know.”

“Well, don’t stick your finger in it!”

“Why not?”

Akiko looked at her, stupefied, “Because it’s my butt! And we’re in the library!”

Courtney sighed blissfully as Akiko continued reading. Such boldness in this cute little girl turned her on to no end. A minute later, Akiko felt something and looked underneath the table. Seeing Courtney’s hand sliding between her legs, she lightly swatted it and frowned at Courtney, whispering, “Stop it.” She continued reading.

“Such is love,” Courtney sighed softly to herself. Eventually, the bell rang, signaling the start of class. They left the library after a brief kiss behind the bookshelves, each heading to their own locker.

Walking up to her locker, she saw Caroline was there, putting up her backpack, “Is it true?” Caroline asked, “About you and Courtney?” Akiko felt her face getting hot as she opened her locker. “Well?” Nervously biting her lip, Akiko nodded. “How can you like someone like that?” Caroline asked.

“She’s nice to me,” she stowed her backpack inside her locker.

“But you know what everyone says about her.”

Akiko closed the locker door, “I know what everyone says. I also know what they say about me. When everyone else made fun of me, she made me feel special…and loved.”

They walked down the hall to their classroom; Akiko hugging her books shyly against her chest. Caroline asked quietly, “Are ya’ll like…going together?”

“Going where?” Akiko asked.

“You know…like girlfriends?” Akiko didn’t respond, just looked down at the floor. “It’s okay if ya’ll are. She isn’t mean to you, is she?” Akiko shook her head. “Well, she better not be or I’ll tell my brother. He’s in the army,” she added proudly. Akiko looked up at her, smiling slightly.

During their lunch break, as they carried their lunches to a table, Caroline asked, “So how in the world did you meet her?!”

“She wrote me love notes and put them in my locker.”

“She wrote love notes?!”

“They were very sweet. On Saturday, we went to the museum at UT and then we…uh…” Akiko paused.

“What?”

“Umm…nothing,” Akiko mumbled, blushing.

Seeing Akiko’s embarrassment, Caroline asked, “What happened? Did she hurt you?”

“No, she–” Akiko paused, unable to finish.

Caroline stared at her, adding to Akiko’s discomfort, “Y’all…did something.” Seeing Akiko blush and fidget, Caroline ventured a guess, “Did y’all…kiss each other?” Seeing Akiko’s guilty reaction, Caroline gasped, “You did! OhmyGod! I can’t believe you kissed her! I–” Seeing the upset look on Akiko’s face, she said, “What’s the matter?”

“I…don’t want…”

“I’m not going to tell anyone. I’m not saying it’s wrong. It’s just so…weird.”

“I know.” Akiko took a bite of her food, then agreed, “It does seem kind of weird.” She decided to let Caroline think that was all they did for now. She found it hard to swallow when she recalled where Courtney had put her mouth besides on Akiko’s own mouth. And she especially didn’t tell Caroline that Courtney’s mom was okay with what they did together. Akiko definitely thought that was weird.

“So, are you going to see her again?”

“I think so. I mean, if she wants to.”

*****

At the end of the day, as they closed their lockers, Caroline saw Akiko staring down the hall. Following her gaze, Caroline saw the menacing teenager leaning against the wall near the door, watching them. Looking back at Akiko, she asked, “Are you going to go with her?”

Akiko nodded, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay, bye.”

Akiko waved goodbye as she walked over to Courtney. Walking across the lawn towards the parking lot, Courtney asked, “Can you come home with me?”

“Let me text my mom,” Akiko answered as she pulled out her phone.

“What are you going to tell her?”

“That I’ll be studying in the library.”

A short drive later, they were inside Courtney’s apartment. “I brought my Switch so we can play some games,” Akiko said as she slid off her backpack and opened it.

“Your what?”

“This,” she pulled out a Nintendo Switch.

“What is that?”

Akiko set it on the table and turned it on, “This is Just Dance 2017. I’ll show you what to do.” Taking the controllers in her hands as a pop song filled the air, Akiko began moving in synch with the character on the screen. As the little girl swayed her arms above her head, Courtney froze in mesmerization, her eyes widening in desire. Shaking her hips side to side, Akiko turned back to look at Courtney, asking hopefully, “Wanna play?”

Licking her lips, Courtney breathed out, “Oh yea.”

Walking over, she picked up Akiko who squealed gleefully, “Hey, what’re you doing?!”

Touching their foreheads together, Courtney whispered, “I want to play.” She pressed her lips against Akiko’s, kissing her passionately, then pulled back, out of breath. “God, I want to fuck you so bad.” Carrying Akiko to the couch, she laid her down and pulled off her own shirt. Seeing Akiko’s face light up at the sight of her naked breasts, she leaned close, coaxing her, “Go on. Touch them.” Akiko reached out, grasping her breasts. Licking her lips, Courtney asked, “How do you say boobs in Japanese?”

Her eyes fixated on Courtney’s breasts, Akiko answered, “おっぱい”

“Say ‘I love playing with your boobs’ in Japanese.”

Akiko looked up at her, “You want me to say that?!”

“With all my heart,” Courtney told her in all sincerity.

Her face turning red, Akiko mumbled, “綿ひわあなとのおっぱいであそんでだいすき”

Courtney closed her eyes as she felt her pussy stir at the sound of Akiko’s sexy words. She started to unbutton Akiko’s jeans, but Akiko stopped her, “What if your mom comes home?”

“She’s working late today,” Courtney pulled down the zipper of Akiko’s jeans.

“You sure?”

Courtney slid the little girl’s jeans down her legs, “Yea.” Smiling again at the little girl’s panties. This time, they were decorated with cartoon puppies. Quickly sliding her panties off, Courtney’s eyes widened at the sight of Akiko’s beautiful pussy. Taking a breath, she reached out, gently pressing the lips with her finger, feeling the softness of the child’s bald pussy.

Akiko sighed, “That feels nice.”

Courtney’s finger pushed inside, against her clit. Akiko quietly gasped, “Ooh yea. Do that again.” Courtney complied, drawing out another quiet gasp.

“Courtney?”

“Hmm?”

“Can you do that other thing?”

“This?” Courtney pressed her clit again.

“No. The other thing.”

“What other thing?”

“Where you–” Akiko’s voice dropped to a whisper from embarrassment, “kiss my pee-pee.”

“Oh,” Courtney smiled, “Like this?” She raised Akiko’s hips up slightly, lowering her mouth to place a brief kiss on her tiny sex.

“Yea, like that.”

“Do you want me to kiss it again?” Courtney pressed her clit again, causing Akiko to clench her butt cheeks as little pangs of pleasure washed over her.

“Yea…,” Akiko breathed out breathlessly.

“Tell me what to do,” Courtney teased her, still rubbing her clit.

“Kiss it,” Akiko begged, her hips twinging.

“Kiss what?” Courtney asked coyly.

“You know….”

”You need to say it,” Courtney smiled at her.

Her voice quivering because of Courtney’s teasing finger, Akiko whispered, “P-please kiss…my pee-pee.”

“What did you say? I couldn’t hear it,” Courtney teased her again.

Red-faced and biting her lip in frustration, Akiko exclaimed louder than she meant to, “KISS MY PEE-PEE!” then quickly covered her mouth in shame as Courtney burst out laughing. “It’s not funny!” Akiko scolded her.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Courtney tried to contain her laughter, but the stern look on Akiko’s face kept causing her to giggle. Finally, Courtney pressed her mouth against Akiko’s sex, opening it with her tongue. She worked her tongue back and forth, bringing out more sighs and gasps from Akiko. She felt Akiko grab her hair in an unconscious reflex.

Feeling Akiko’s little pussy beginning to quiver, Courtney pushed the tip of her tongue against the tiny clit. The flavor of the girl’s pussy washed over her tongue and she thought how the taste was the best thing ever. She’d tasted older girls’ pussies, even at least one older woman’s, but the sheer freshness of Akiko’s was unbelievable.

As Akiko’s legs began to shake, Courtney knew Akiko was close and pulled away so she could watch the little girl’s face. Her thumb continued rubbing against Akiko’s clit. She could feel the tender flesh beneath her thumb begin to tremble. Courtney knew Akiko was about to go over the edge.

Feeling herself losing control, Akiko sucked in her breath, “C-Courtney…s-s-stop…you’re gonna…m-make me pee again”

“Just go ahead and do it.”

She watched as Akiko’s breathing became heavier, her eyes staring at nothing, begging, “Don’t…I-I-I’m gonna…UHHhhhnnnnnn…” Courtney felt a warm liquid squirting on her, looked down and saw that, sure enough, Akiko had peed on her. She looked back at the girl, who was gasping for breath, and leaned over and kissed her. Akiko, still breathing hard, opened her eyes, “I-I-I…”

“Shhh…,” Courtney stroked her face and whispered, “Don’t worry about it.” Courtney reached down to unbutton her own jeans, pulling them down. Pushing her pussy against Akiko’s, she began gently thrusting…

“COURTNEY, STOP THAT! What the hell are you doing?!”

Akiko squeaked as they both turned toward the sudden interruption. Mom, home from work, staring in shock at them. Akiko tried to hide, but there was nowhere to go.

“What does it look like I’m doing?!” Courtney yelled back.

“Dammit, Courtney!” Mom came towards them, “I do not want to see that after a long day at work. How can you be so–” She paused, staring at the puddle on the floor, “What’s that?”

“Nothing! It’s my fault,” Courtney told her. “I’ll clean it up”

With a look of growing revulsion, Mom stammered, “Is…is that pee?”

“I told you I’ll clean it up!” Courtney jumped up and quickly walked over to her, whispering so Akiko couldn’t hear, “I don’t want you embarrassing her!”

Mom looked at Akiko whose sorrowful expression looked as if she might cry, then at Courtney in amazement, saying quietly, “You really do like her, don’t you?”

Courtney nodded, “D’ya remember telling me about how your folks didn’t like Dad, but you knew ya’ll were right for each other? It’s the same with me and her.”

“You’re already on probation. Do you know what will happen if you’re caught? You’re gonna risk serious jail time because of some kid you met?!” Courtney nodded quietly. Mom took a deep breath and nodded, “Okay…okay, if she means that much to you, but it’s getting late and I don’t want her parents to be wondering where she is so you need to take her home.” She went to her room, closing the door behind her.

Courtney came back over to Akiko who was getting dressed, dropping on the couch, “Sorry about that.” She stroked her finger along Akiko’s arm, “Maybe we can continue this tomorrow at school. We can go to the…”

“No, not at school,” Akiko objected worriedly.

“Why not? Stephanie fucks Amanda at school all the time.”

“Who are they?”

“Just a very brief cameo. Will your parents let you spend the night here this weekend?”

Akiko thought for a second, “I think so.”

Mom came out of her room, dressed in a button-down shirt and jeans, “Courtney, will you please put some clothes on!” Rolling her eyes, Courtney grabbed her clothes and yanked them on. “And you need to clean up the floor,” Mom reminded her.

“I know!” Courtney yelled as she went to the kitchen for paper towels. As Mom started supper, Courtney wiped up the puddle.

“I’m really sorry.”

Courtney looked up at the sound of Akiko’s sad voice. “Don’t be,” she kissed the girl briefly, then stood up, “Ready?” Akiko grabbed her backpack and nodded. Courtney took her hand and walked out.

*****

Caroline walked along the sidewalk towards her house, still amazed at how Akiko actually liked girls in that way. It struck her funny because she thought she was the only one like that. It all began over the summer, when her family had gone to Barton Springs to swim. Walking across the grass with her 6 year-old sister, Dana, and parents, she quickly noticed, to her great surprise, that a few of the women sunbathing were not wearing a top. She stared at their bare breasts as her sister jumped into the water happily. The image of the women’s breasts stuck with her for the rest of the day.

Over the next several days, when she was shopping with her Dad or at the library, she found herself looking at women’s cleavages, trying to picture how big their breasts were. There was even a time when a woman at the grocery store leaned over and Caroline saw that she wasn’t wearing a bra. So one night, after Dana had fallen asleep, she pulled out her phone, searching through pictures of women on the internet. Going through the pictures, she clicked on one showing a woman in a sexy nightgown. This brought up more pictures of women in nightgowns, and after viewing several of them, found a picture of a woman actually taking off her nightgown! This opened up a whole new world. A world of naked women. Exploring that world brought her into another world that she never could have imagined. Naked women and men doing things to each other. She spent most of the night, as well as many other nights, exploring this new world.

Over time, one woman in particular caught her eye, Kira Powers. There was something about her. How she looked, the way she moved, how she looked at you. Everything she did exuded sex. And she didn’t just have sex with men, but also with women. And outside in public! And while tied up! She was amazing!

Caroline also discovered something else; quite by accident. Laying on her front, absorbed in one of Kira Power’s videos, she felt a strange but pleasant feeling from her coochie. Her leg was hanging off the bed with her coochie pressed against the edge of the mattress. Curious, she pressed it harder against the mattress edge. Again, the strange feeling flickered then faded. She pressed again, moving her hips side-to-side, the feeling growing stronger. Her coochie began to throb slightly until an excited gasp escaped her, waking her younger sister.

“What’re you doing?” Dana whispered.

“N-nothing,” she breathed, “Go back to sleep.” At a loss as to what happened and suddenly feeling tired, she turned off her phone and went to sleep.

*****

The summer passed and school began. Caroline’s world changed even more. While browsing various images in Google, she stumbled upon something called Craigslist. After her initial shock and wonder, she plunged in, delving deeply into a seemingly endless amount of women wanting to meet other women to have sex with here in Austin. Ignoring most of the ads, she concentrated on those from older women looking for a young woman. Sometimes, the ad would have a picture. She would often picture herself with the older woman and tried to imagine what would happen. The more ads she read, the stronger her desire became. She knew that nothing would ever become of this, but the fantasy remained. She also continued to explore the newfound sensations from rubbing her coochie against the edge of her mattress; always careful to do it quietly so as not to wake up Dana.

One night, she was browsing the new ads when one caught her eye: MWF wanting young woman for sex – w4w (Austin)

Caroline’s eyes widened as she continued reading,

“I’m a 37 year old white female with a very high sex drive. My husband has lost interest in sex and so I’m looking for a young girl. Cannot host and must be discreet. Must be drama and disease free. Please email back with subject line as favorite color.”

Caroline read the ad again, concentrating on the part about “a young girl.” She knew it didn’t mean a kid like her, probably a girl in college. Still, it got Caroline’s heart racing. She began imagining what it would be like being with a woman… touching her…watching her take off her clothes.

The desire overcame her and on a whim, she clicked the reply button. Staring at the blank space, she paused, not knowing what to say after typing ” blue” in the subject field.

“Hi,” she typed, hesitating again then continuing, “My name is Caroline. I go to McCallum” She stopped, frowning at the words. Remembering how her parents taught her to never type her name or school on a website, she backspaced, erasing everything except for “Hi”.

Thinking about what to write, she typed, “I am a young girl and would like to meet you.” She looked at it, not knowing what else to say and so clicked the send button. She didn’t expect the woman to write back. She only did it for the exhilaration of actually talking to one of these women. After looking at a few more ads, she began to grow sleepy and drifted off to sleep.

*****

The next day at school, as she and Akiko were finishing lunch, Caroline checked her phone and saw she had an email. Excited, she quickly told Akiko, “Hey, I need to go do something. I’ll see you later.” Getting up, she put her tray away and left, going outside to a bench. After looking around to see that nobody was watching, she opened it.

“Hi. How old are you and what do you look like? What are you into sexually?”

Caroline was overjoyed. The woman actually wrote back to her! She typed, “I’m 18.” She knew this was a lie, but couldn’t say that she was just a kid. As to what she looked like, she then looked down at what she was wearing, thinking, ‘I have long brown hair.’ She wrote that and paused, wondering what else to say, then added, “I like to wear sandals. And anything blue. Like I said, blue is my favorite color. I don’t know about sex. I like to look at naked women.” Again at a loss as to what else to say, she clicked the send button. She let out the breath she was holding. This experience was making her feel quite giddy.

A minute later, she was surprised by her phone beeping, telling her she had a new email. Quickly opening it, she read the brief note. “Really? You are apparently quite young. What kind of women do you like to look at?”

With her heart racing, she quickly typed, “Ones with big boobs.” She smiled to herself, thinking how crazy it was to say such a naughty thing to a stranger. “I really like boobs. I don’t know why. I just do. There’s this woman called Kira Powers. She’s beautiful and crazy. I watch her videos all the time.” She sent the message, and eagerly waited for the woman’s reply. She quickly checked the time to see how long till lunch was over. Twelve minutes. Not much time. As the minutes counted down, she prayed for the woman to send another message.

Her phone beeped again and she quickly read the reply. “I’m surprised you know of Kira Powers. I actually knew her but that was a long time ago.”

Caroline’s eyes widened as she quickly typed, “You knew her?! That is so cool! What’s she like?”

The woman replied, “This was way before your time. She’s a different person now. More mature and less crazy.”

Caroline heard the bell ring, signaling the end of lunch, and typed, “I have to go now. I would like to talk again later.” She put away her phone and ran inside. Later after school, as she was walking home, she opened her email and typed, “Are you there?” but didn’t receive an answer. She was disappointed and really wanted to talk some more before she got home. For the rest of the evening at home, she periodically checked her phone, but there wasn’t any reply.

*****

BEEP.

Caroline rolled over in bed, looking at her phone on the nightstand. She had only been in bed for a few minutes. Picking it up, she opened her email and read the woman’s reply, “Sorry about taking so long. Had to fix dinner and help my kid with homework. Is it too late to talk?”

Caroline smiled, typing, “It’s not too late. You have kids?”

“Yes. That’s not a problem is it?”

“No.”

“You said earlier you like to look at naked women. So, what would you like to do with a naked woman?”

Caroline’s eyes widened, a smile slowly breaking out on her face. She wasn’t sure what to say, but then thought of Kira Powers. “I’d like to play with her boobies and butt.”

“It sounds like we like the same things. How would you like to meet? Say at Highland Mall this Saturday?”

Caroline quietly gasped. Meeting?! She looked at her phone, not knowing what to do. Of course, she wanted to, but there was no way she could. What would the woman say when she found out that she was just a kid? She would probably laugh at her and tell her to go back home. What about her parents? Caroline bit her lip nervously, but with this sudden opportunity, she wanted to meet this woman more than ever. She typed, “I would love to,” then paused, thinking of what to say. “I want to meet, but I’m a little younger than I told you. I’m actually…” Caroline thought some more. She couldn’t say she was only eleven, but had to be somewhat honest with the woman. Picking a number halfway between eleven and eighteen, she chose, “…14. Please be ok with this. I really want to meet you.”

She waited nervously for the woman’s reply. After what seemed an eternity, her phone beeped again. With her heart pounding in her chest from anxiety, she read the reply, “I’m okay with this. More than okay actually. I’m glad you’re so young. I actually wanted a younger girl, but you know society. I’m open to a lot, actually. Can you come to the Food Court at Highland Mall at about noon?”

Caroline breathed a sigh of relief, whispering to herself, “OhmyGod! She really wants to meet me!” Quickly typing, “Yes, that’s fine,” she sent it and then realized she didn’t know what the woman looked like so she quickly typed, “How will we find each other?”

The woman’s reply came a minute later, “Let’s meet at the booth by Amy’s Ice Cream. I’ll be wearing a light blue dress.”

Caroline quickly thought about what to wear then typed, “I’ll be wearing blue jeans and a Hello Kitty shirt. It’s pink.”

“I just realized I don’t even know your name. Mine’s Trisha.”

Caroline looked at Trisha’s message. She didn’t want to give her real name so instead she wrote her middle name, “My name’s Ann.”

“Ok Ann, I’ll see you then. Can’t wait.”

“Me too. Bye.”

Caroline laid her phone back down on the nightstand, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She was actually going to meet a real, live woman and hopefully see her naked! Maybe she’ll be allowed to touch the woman ‘s boobs! Caroline again felt giddy, taking her several minutes to fall asleep as she did her best to ignore the throbbing of her coochie.

Continue on to Chapter 4!

Pages from a Diary – Chapter 3

  • Posted on June 24, 2018 at 9:43 am

by Rachael Yukey

October 18th, 2006

Wednesday is always my favorite school day, because A.L. is way more fun than regular school. But now it’s even better because Julie and I get so much time together on the bus. I wish I didn’t live out of town. Kids in town get to walk or ride their bikes to each other’s houses, but no way are my folks going to let me ride my bike on the highway alone.

I know I haven’t made an entry in the last two days, but I already think I’m not going to write every day unless something big is going on. Besides, I’ve been pretty busy. Mom spent three nights at Grandma’s which is the longest ever, and guess who got to keep the house clean? Here’s a hint: it wasn’t Dad! They told me it was just a visit but I’m not dumb. I can tell they’re still pretty mad at each other. They’re the most Christian people I know, so why do they have such a hard time forgiving?

I talked to Julie about it on the bus today, which is the first time I ever told anybody. Usually when I talk about Mom’s visits to Grandma I just repeat whatever lies my parents tell me, but having a best friend means you can be honest about stuff like that, right? So I told her everything. About halfway through she took my hand, squeezed it, and didn’t let go. She was still holding it when I stopped talking.

“Do you think they’re going to get divorced?” She asked.

That was something I’d just plain never thought about, so I had to kick it around in my head for a minute before I answered.

“I don’t think so,” I said slowly. “The Bible says divorce is a sin, and they won’t go against the Bible on anything. But you know something… I think a lot of people do it anyway. Tons of people at my church have been divorced. And you know what else? I think my parents might even be happier if they got divorced! All they do is fight.”

I was pretty close to crying now. Julie squeezed my hand tighter.

“My parents got divorced,” she said. “It made me really sad when it happened, but it really did make things way better. I didn’t understand how messed up my mom is till we weren’t living together anymore.”

“What’s wrong with your mom?”

“Lots of stuff,” she said. “She has depression and a lot of other stuff, and it made it really hard for her to take care of me. It got really bad when Dad went back out on tour after I was born, and she started taking stuff to make it easier. Now she’s an addict, and she goes to a bunch of rehabs and treatments and stuff.”

“Do you get to see her a lot?”

“Not right now,” said Julie. She sounded sad for the first time since I’ve known her. “She lives in Minneapolis. When she was doing good, she got visitation and Dad would drive me down there to stay with her every other weekend. But then she started doing drugs again and the judge says she can only see me supervised. And it’s not all weekend, just for a few hours every other Saturday. Dad is driving me down this weekend for it.”

Now there were tears in her eyes. I squeezed her hand. She took off her glasses, wiped her eyes, and smiled.

“It’s OK,” she said. “I miss her, but she’s really better to visit than to live with. I just wish it could be more often.”

We were pulling up to the school by then, so that ended the conversation.

I don’t know why divorce has never occurred to me. Lots of people get divorced nowadays, and my folks sure do fight enough for it. I wonder if they’ve ever thought about it? I’m not sure how I’d feel. It’d be great if they weren’t fighting anymore, but who would I live with? And where would Mom go? She’s never, ever had a job or lived alone. The more I think about it, the scarier it sounds. But I don’t think they will. The Bible says being married is forever.

On the ride back we talked about how we can get together more often outside of school. Julie thinks that her Dad would be happy to drive her to my house whenever she wants to go, and my mom drives into town to do stuff at the church almost every day. A lot of times I could probably hitch a ride.

“You’re gonna be gone on Saturday, is that right?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’ve got my visitation with Mom. Dad is gonna drop me off at the supervised visitation center then go rehearse with a band he’s filling in for next month till it’s time to pick me up. The visit is four hours and it’s like over two hours to drive there, so we’ll be gone all day.”

“Well…” I hesitated. I knew she didn’t want to talk about religion, but this wasn’t really the same thing. “There’s a pizza party for kids at my church Sunday at 12:30. We don’t do religious stuff; we just eat pizza and hang out. There’s pool tables and games and stuff in the church basement. Wanna come?”

“Am I allowed to, even though I don’t go to church there?”

“Yeah! They want you to. They’re always telling us to invite our friends to stuff like this. The idea is that if you have fun it’ll make you want to come to church. I don’t think it works, though. I really like the pizza parties and ice cream socials, but I hate church.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it’s pretty boring. But the pizza party will be fun. Want to come?”

“Sure! I’ll ask my dad,” she said. She was smiling. “I bet he’ll let me.”

“Cool! Just don’t eat any lunch before you come. There’ll be tons of pizza, and some of the church ladies will probably bake cookies or something for later.”

So that settled that, but there’s one more thing that’s really on my mind. I haven’t even talked to Julie about it. I can’t stop thinking about what we heard Saturday night at her house, and how it made me feel. I’ve only got a vague idea of what was happening, but just thinking about what I THINK was happening makes me feel that way all over again. Every night when I lie down, I close my eyes and just have visions of Lisa putting her hands all over herself, even on her private parts, and making herself feel so good that she moaned out loud. I makes me feel tingly, it makes me breathe funny, and it makes me all warm down between my legs. I feel like I really need something but I don’t know what it is. I want to find out more about master-baiting but who would I ask? I bet I could find out on the internet, but I never get to be on it except at school where they’re watching what we look up. I wish I knew what to do.

 

October 21st, 2006

Mom and Dad are fighting again. This is the worst I’ve ever heard… they’re downstairs absolutely screaming at each other. Dad changed our TV package to basic cable, and Mom is just flipping her lid. Dad is telling her that we can’t afford all these extras we don’t need. That’s always how it starts… something about money… but then it goes all over the place. Dad complains about her making microwave food instead of doing real cooking, so Mom screams about Dad never fixing anything around the house. Dad says she could fix it herself and I’ll believe THAT when I see it; last time I saw Mom with a screwdriver she almost put it through her hand! Dad calls her a fake Christian who puts on a good show at church but is slothful and unloving at home, and then she calls him out for ignoring his family and hiding out in his shop even when he’s not doing any work. Every word both of them are saying is true.

Wow… they’re having a real screamfest. Do they really think I can’t hear it? Dad just called mom a really nasty word… I’ve never heard him use that kind of language before, ever. I should be freaking out about this but I just feel… I don’t know… numb. I wish I was at Julie’s house right now, though. Or anywhere else. But it’s okay; I’ll get to see her tomorrow after church. It’ll make the pizza party a lot more fun!

 

October 23rd, 2006

Holy crow, did things ever go crazy yesterday after church. Mom and Dad were pretty grumpy in the morning but they weren’t noisy about it… they just sort of avoided talking to each other. We had breakfast and got dressed, then I practiced piano for a little while before we left. I wonder when I’m going to get cut off of piano lessons because it’s too much money? I hope not soon; I like playing piano. But losing the lessons wouldn’t be the end of the world. I can sit and play stuff I hear on TV commercials or the radio. Mom hates it when I do that… says it’s not proper. Whatever. It’s getting hard to practice anymore anyway, because the piano is in the living room and she always wants the TV on these days.

Sunday School and church were the same old boring stuff, but after the service I put on my jacket and waited outside for Julie. It’s getting really cold now, and it was windy too. She showed up on foot… probably figured it was too windy for biking to be any good. She waved when she saw me waiting at the top of the church steps and yelled “Hey!”

“Hi, Julie!” I yelled, waving back. She ran up the steps, and we hugged. I led her into the building, and boy was it nice to get out of that wind. Right away she was chattering about the ride to Minneapolis and the visit with her mom. Apparently it’s going to be awhile before she sees her again because she’s going to be doing rehab in another state, but they had a really fun visit. We hung up our coats as she talked, and I led her down to the basement.

The church basement is a huge open space mostly, but there’s a really big kitchen at the far end from the stairs. It’s always kind of musty and damp smelling down there, but it’s a cool place. The littler kids get to run around just about as much as they want, and for those of us that are a bit older there are games, puzzles, books to read, two pool tables, a foosball table, and a couple of old pinball machines that only work about half the time. A bunch of long tables are set up down by the kitchen end.

“Wow!”, Julie exclaimed. “This is wicked!”

I giggled. “Don’t let any of the adults hear you calling it that,” I warned her. “It’s supposed to be like a holy sacred place.”

Julie grinned. “Whoops, sorry!”

I introduced Julie around as we came across people. The kids in our grade she already knew, but not so much some of the others. The pizza showed up a few minutes later, and we all clustered around the tables. We picked out the kinds of pizza we liked… I grabbed a couple slices of supreme and Julie went for one pepperoni and one sausage. We sat together and talked about this and that. I wanted to talk about the fight my parents had the night before, but I wasn’t going to get into that in the church basement with lots of people around.

After we were both so stuffed we couldn’t eat another bite she challenged me to a game of foosball. As it turned out she’s just about as bad at the game as I am… and I’m pretty bad… but it was fun. After that we went through the stacks of games and decided to go for Mousetrap. We were still getting it set up when everything went bananas.

Jared Torgleson, who’s a grade ahead of us in school, came charging out of the stairway.

“Hey, Mallory,” he called out. “You gotta come see! Your mom and dad are going ballistic on each other right out in the parking lot!”

I forgot all about the game. I went running pell-mell up the stairs, with Julie right behind me. When I got to the parking lot they were standing almost nose to nose, screaming at each other at the top of their lungs while everybody just stood off to the side and stared. Before I even got close enough to hear what they were saying over the wind, Mom smacked Dad across the face.

He drew himself all the way up and stepped towards her, and she took a step backwards. She couldn’t go any farther because she was backed up against our Explorer. I was standing frozen at the edge of the lot… I couldn’t move. I’m not sure what would have happened, but just a second later it was over. Somebody had called the cops.

We only have three police officers in our town, and only the chief is full time. None of them is actually on duty Sundays; they just take turns being on call. Officer Felter must have been the on-call cop yesterday, because she came barreling into the parking lot in her own pickup. When she got out I saw she was wearing regular clothes, but she had her gun strapped on. Officer Felter is one of the part-timers, and she also runs a dog grooming business. The adults all just call her Abby. She’s, I think, around Jason’s age, she’s divorced, and has a daughter a couple of years older than me and Julie. She’s very muscular… I think she must work out… but she always dresses really feminine when she’s not wearing her uniform. She has dark brown hair and huge boobs. Today she was wearing stylish black slacks and a pretty purple blouse. I think the only reason I noticed right away is that her gunbelt looked really funny with her clothes.

She pulled in right behind Dad, and when she got out of the truck Dad whirled around and told her to mind her own business.

“You’re causing a ruckus in a public place, Dan,” she told him. “That makes it my business. Talk like that to me again and I’ll cite you for public disturbance. Now what exactly is going on?”

I’m not going to go into the whole thing… Officer Felter had to tell them both to shut up a couple of times. She didn’t care what the argument was about, or who was right or wrong. Chief Moen showed up a few minutes into it, also driving his own vehicle and wearing street clothes. He’s a short, roundish guy with a big bushy mustache. He’s usually totally cheerful and always has candy or something for the kids, but he wasn’t looking very cheerful now. That’s what really made it all real for me… the look on the police chief’s face. I started breaking down. Julie had been standing next to me the whole time, and she put her arm around me and pulled me close. That’s all it took… I started sobbing.

Chief Moen heard, and turned his head towards me. “Somebody get her out of here,” he said. A couple of older ladies who were standing together got themselves moving, and started guiding me back towards the church. I didn’t mind… I wanted to go inside. I’d left my coat in the building, and I was freezing. Julie was shivering, too. She came with us, her arm still around me. One of the ladies tried to separate us.

“Maybe it’s better if you stay here, sweetheart,” she told Julie.

“NO!” I almost yelled. “I need her to stay with me.”

By the time we got inside I was already not really crying anymore, just sniffling. The sad was going away and I was starting to get mad. This is so stupid, I was thinking. I’m so sick of it. What’s the matter with them? The ladies brought us into one of the little rooms upstairs. I think sometimes people do counselling and stuff like that in them. The room just had a worn-out office chair, a love seat, and a small table. I sat down on the love seat, and Julie sat down and put both her arms around me. We’ve only been friends for like less than two weeks, and I think she already loves me better than my parents do.

“Do you need us to stay with you?” one of the ladies asked in a kind voice.

“I’ll be okay with my friend here,” I said.

“Okay, honey.” They left.

Julie and I didn’t talk right away… she just held me, and I held her back. One of the ladies… now that my brain was working I realized it was Emma Fitzgerald, who runs the nursery where the little kids go during the service… brought us a plate of cookies, ruffled my hair, and left again.

We munched cookies for a couple of minutes, still not talking. I didn’t want to talk yet, and I was glad Julie understood that. There was a tap at the door, it opened, and Jason Hanson stepped in. He was wearing a hoodie that said EMS in big letters.

“Daddy,” said Julie, sounding surprised. “What are you doing here?”

He patted the radio clipped to his belt. “I’m on call for the ambulance today, remember? I didn’t know who was involved until I got here because they can’t name names on the radio, but I heard them dispatch law enforcement to the church for a domestic and I figured I’d better come see if I needed to get you out of here. I’m sorry it’s your parents, Mallory. You okay, kiddo?”

“I think so,” I said. “Are my parents going to get arrested?”

I realized the idea of them going to jail didn’t even bother me that much; it would probably serve them both right! But where would I go? Jason was shaking his head.

“I don’t think so,” he said. “The chief is writing your dad a citation for disturbing the peace, and that’s mostly because he keeps getting lippy with the cops. You know Jeff Moen… it takes a lot to make him mad, but when he does get pissed off you don’t want to be the one who caused it.”

I didn’t know that about Chief Moen… I’ve never seen him mad. I was a little surprised to hear somebody use the words “pissed off” inside the church. I realized Jason was still speaking.

“Listen, Mallory,” he was saying, “If ever you need to escape for awhile, our door is open. That includes overnight, even on school days if your parents will let you. If you need a ride either myself or Lisa would pick you up.”

I smiled at him gratefully.

“That’d be great,” I said, “But I don’t know if they’ll let that happen.”

There was another knock, and this time it was Officer Felter.

“I need a couple of minutes alone with Mallory,” she said. She must have seen something in my face, because she smiled at me.

“Don’t worry, hon,” she said. “It’s no big deal, just a couple of easy questions. You’re not in any trouble.”

Jason reached down, took Julie’s hand, and pulled her to her feet. With his other hand he squeezed my shoulder.

“We’ll be right outside,” he told me. Julie squeezed my hand one more time, then let go and they left the room.

“That looks like a pretty good friend you’ve got there,” Officer Felter said with a smile. She pulled the old office chair up close to the love seat and sat in it facing me. I could smell her perfume, and it was really nice.

“She’s the best,” I told her.

“Good,” said Officer Felter. She looked straight into my eyes. She’s really pretty… why have I never noticed before?

“I need to ask you a question, Mallory. It’s a question the law says I have to ask when things like this happen, and it’s very important that you tell me the truth. Do you feel safe at home?”

“Yes,” I told her, and that was true. Sometimes I feel like my parents wouldn’t care if I fell off the face of the earth, but I don’t think either of them would ever hurt me.

“You never feel threatened in any way?”

“No.”

“Okay,” she said. “Do they fight a lot in front of you?”

“Not exactly,” I said. “They yell at each other a lot after I go to bed. I don’t see it, but I can hear it.”

“Thanks, Mallory,” she said. “Is there anything else you wanna tell me?”

I thought about it a moment, then shook my head.

“Okay,” she said. “You know where to find me if there ever is.” She put her hand on my leg, squeezed, and gave me that nice smile again. It made my heart a little fluttery. Her eyes hadn’t left mine the whole time. Then she got up and opened the door.

Jason and Julie were standing right outside. As Officer Felter stepped out of the room, Jason put a hand on her arm and leaned close to her ear. I couldn’t understand what he was saying. She nodded to him, murmured something back, and left.

“I’m going to stick around for awhile,” said Jason. “You girls need me to sit in here with you, or would you rather talk alone without a nosy adult?”

Julie and I both giggled.

“Get lost, nosy adult,” said Julie. “I’ve got this, huh?”

They both laughed, while I tried not to die of shock. I could NEVER joke with my parents like that; they’d skin me alive. Jason leaned over, kissed her forehead, and closed the door behind him.

Julie sat back down, and I just started gushing… all about the fight last night and how tired of it I was and how I wished I could just be in a normal family that didn’t hate each other.

Julie didn’t say much, just mostly sat there and held my hand while I talked.

A few minutes later the door opened again, and this time it was my father.

Julie stood up and said, “I’ll be in the hallway.” She scooted out of the room.

Dad sat down in the chair. “Listen, Mallory,” he said. “You know your mother and I love each other very much.”

Liar! I wanted to shout. You don’t even like each other anymore! But I just nodded.

“We’re committed to a Godly marriage, and to being Godly parents to you. We just have a few things to work out. It won’t take long. You understand that, right?”

I didn’t believe a word of it, but I just nodded again.

“It was suggested… I mean… your mom and I think that maybe it would be a good idea for us to be alone this afternoon to talk at home. Officer Felter seemed to think Jason Hanson would be willing to let you stay at their house today, and that it would be good for you to be with your friend. I asked him, and he said that would be fine. Would you mind spending the rest of the day with the Hansons?”

I thought that sounded like the best idea ever, but I wasn’t dumb enough to let him know that.

“That would be all right,” I said.

“Okay,” he said. “Why don’t you get your things, and you can go back with them. We’ll make sure to get you home before bedtime.”

Just leave me there forever, I thought… but I just nodded my head.

“Okay, we’ll see you this evening,” he said. He got up and left, leaving the door hanging open. I realized dully that the whole time he was there he never once even touched me. And, he never said he was sorry.

I followed him out. Julie was waiting there for me.

“Let’s get our stuff,” I told her. “Sounds like I’m going to your house for the rest of the day, and I want to get out of here right now.”

“Yay!” said Julie.

We went down to the lobby and got our coats. As I was shrugging mine on, Jason came inside.

“You ladies ready to amscray?” He asked.

“Like, yesterday!” I said.

“Riding with me or walking?”

We took the ride… it was cold out.

The clock on the wall said it was a little after two o’clock when we got to Julie’s house. I couldn’t believe that much time had gone by. Since I was there last weekend Jason had put a door up for the new bathroom, and it was drywalled on the inside. The side facing us was still just framework with wire running through it… he must have done the electricals too.

“Can I look in?” I asked. Jason shrugged, so I opened the bathroom door. He’d put in a shower; this bathroom wasn’t big enough for a tub. The drywall was all up but he hadn’t done the finish yet. I tried the light switch; it worked. There was no sink or toilet yet but I could tell from the holes in the floor where they were going to go.

“Nice!” I said. “It’s going to be great.”

Jason chuckled. “It’ll be a bathroom, anyway,” he said. “Now look, ladies… Lisa is having dinner with her sisters and her mom and won’t be back until later this evening, and I’m on call. I’m planning on putting a duck in the oven around four, but you might have to do dinner if the ambulance rolls. Just the usual duck recipe, Julie… no surprises. Can you handle it?”

“No sweat, Dad,” she told him. “If I have to make dinner, do you care what I do for sides?”

“Whatever, it doesn’t matter.”

“Cool!”

I noticed in the living room a red keyboard on a stand with a piano stool in front of it, a big one, with 88 keys. I was pretty sure it hadn’t been there last time I was here.

“Whose keyboard?” I asked.

“Oh, that’s Dad’s,” said Julie. “He had it boxed up out in the garage, but we brought it in because I like to play around on it sometimes. I don’t play it very well, but I like to try and play music that I hear on the radio and stuff. It’s easier to do that with the piano than the guitar.”

“I like to do that, too,” I said. “But my Mom gets mad. She says if I don’t learn it properly by reading the sheet music, it’s cheating.”

Jason snorted. “You just tell your Mom you got it from a pro guitar player that if you can’t learn by ear, you’ll never do any real work in popular music,” he said. “Or maybe on second thought you’d better not tell her that. But it’s true. I think Julie mentioned that you take piano lessons. Wanna play something for us?”

I sat down on the stool and tried to think of what to play. I picked a popular song that I hear the girls at school listening to sometimes, and went with that. It’s weird on a keyboard when you’re used to a piano, but it went okay. Julie clapped when I was done, and Jason nodded his approval.

“I’m guessing that’s not from your piano lessons,” he said.

“Nope,” I told him.

“Well, you’re a better keyboardist than I…”

His radio crackled and he stopped talking and held up his hand. We listened. It wasn’t a message for him, but it was something about a heroin overdose at a certain address. Before it was over, Jason was already going for his coat.

“That’s our operating area,” he said. “Pager to go off in 5… 4…”

His pager blared. This time it WAS for him, with directions to respond to a possible overdose victim and an address to go to. He scribbled down the address, said “Bye, ladies,” and was gone.

“Holy cow,” I said. Julie shrugged.

“It’s scary the first few times, but you get used to it,” she said. “I never find out what happens. He’s not allowed to talk about it. I’m hungry. Want a snack?”

While we were rooting around in the fridge we heard the ambulance siren start up, and then fade out as it got further away from us. We found a fruit salad… one that somebody had made by cutting up real fruit instead of one out of a can. We put some of it in bowls and went to the living room to eat it.

“How long is he going to be gone, do you think?” I asked.

“At least an hour and a half,” said Julie. “They have to drive to the scene, do whatever needs done before they load the patient, and then the nearest E.R. is like a half hour away even if they’re going fast. If they have to do a lot of stuff at the scene or it’s a long drive to get to the patient it might be more like two hours.”

“So what do you wanna do?”

Julie giggled. “You mean like, what rules should we break while there are no adults around?”

I laughed too. “That’s not what I meant, but okay!”

We both just sat there giggling for a few minutes.

“We could read to each other,” Julie suggested.

I snorted. “So much for rule-breaking,” I said. For some reason that struck us as funny, and we both got a fit of the giggles again.

“I didn’t say our books, silly,” said Julie through her laughter.

I was about to ask her what she meant, then realized that I already knew.

“You mean… the books you were telling me about last weekend?”

“Yeah! Lisa’s books. Want to?”

I caught my breath. Did I want to read the books with all the sex in them? I only had a pretty vague idea of how sex was even done; it’s not like something my parents are very open about! Of course I was curious… and something else. The idea was exciting. Yes, I wanted to see what was in those books. I nodded my head.

Holy crow, it’s almost midnight. I really want to write about what happened after Julie and I went upstairs to check out those books, but I’m gonna have to finish this tomorrow.

Contiune on to Chapter 4!

An Unlikely Romance, Chapter 2

  • Posted on June 22, 2018 at 7:30 am

By: Girl Lover

Additional material by: Cheryl Taggert

For the rest of the day, most of the gossip was about Samantha being beaten up. Finally the last bell rang. Akiko smiled as she saw Caroline waiting for her at her locker. Despite everyone else mocking her, Caroline remained by her side, comforting her. Akiko opened her locker to get her backpack. As she pulled it out, she noticed a small folded piece of paper lying on top of her books. Curious, she unfolded it.

“Not sure how to say this. I think you’re beautiful. Especially your eyes. Sorry about what happened to you. But I’m glad you like girls. Because I like you. Sorry I can’t tell you this in person, but I don’t know how you’ll take it, and you’ve seen how girls treat those who are different. Anyway, I’m rambling. Just know that another girl really likes you.” – C

Frowning in confusion, she looked up and down the hall, trying to see if anyone was watching her, but no one was. Akiko didn’t know what to make of it. A girl who thought she was beautiful?! It seemed like another cruel joke.

“You ready?” Caroline asked. She hadn’t seen Akiko reading the note.

“Did you see anyone by my locker earlier?”

“No, why?”

Akiko looked at the note sadly. It was so touching and sweet. But so was Samantha at first. “Nothing,” Akiko mumbled as she walked to the nearby trash can and tossed the note away.

As the two girls walked home, Akiko absentmindedly thought about every girl she knew whose name started with C: Cheryl, Chrissy, Carrie,…Caroline of course… There was no way of knowing. They all knew her and were nice, and any one of them could’ve put the note in her locker. She had wanted the note to be real, but after what happened with Samantha, there was no one she could trust…except Caroline that is. Caroline didn’t seem to be especially interested in her. Akiko didn’t know what to make of it. Caroline never asked her to explain what happened with Samantha, for which Akiko was glad. She just wanted to push it out of her mind.

*****

The next morning, Akiko stood outside the chain-link fence surrounding the football field, sadly watching the cheerleaders warming up on the field below. She had been so happy just a week ago when they accepted her. And now her dream was gone, shattered by the ugliness of those whom she had thought were so beautiful. She had decided last night that she couldn’t be a cheerleader anymore. She just couldn’t bring herself to be around such mean girls. She noticed that Samantha wasn’t there, probably at home or maybe even the hospital. She saw Caroline and wanted to wave, but didn’t want to bring attention to herself. She and Caroline had talked about her possibly quitting yesterday afternoon on their walk home, but Akiko hadn’t told her parents about it. She just couldn’t bring herself to tell them why.

She turned away, unable to watch anymore, and went inside the school. Being that there was still quite some time till the first bell, she decided to hang out in the library and read. There were only a few other students in the hall this early as she stepped up to her locker to put away her backpack.

Opening her locker, she stopped and stared. Another folded piece of paper rested delicately on top of her books as if carefully placed there. She quickly glanced around, but the hall was virtually empty. Taking it, she slowly opened it.

“Please don’t throw this away. I’m not one of those girls who hurt you. I know you don’t know who I am, but I’m someone who enjoys seeing you throughout the day. You don’t smile much but I hope to make you smile. Till I can touch your lips with mine.” – C

Akiko stared at the note, reading it a second time. She was beginning to believe that this was real. But as confusing as the note was, it gave Akiko hope. Hope that there really was someone who liked her and wanted to be her friend. More than that, this girl really liked her. It was such a wonderful feeling to have someone think she was beautiful.

She went to the library and found last year’s yearbook. After skimming through it for a minute, she had amassed quite a list besides the ones she thought of yesterday: Candice, Cindy, Corina, Colleen, Cheri, Christina, Cynthia, Camille, Catherine,…. She looked with disappointment at the yearbook. She wasn’t even halfway through it, and she had found more names than she expected. It would be impossible to figure out who her mystery girl was. Akiko hoped that whoever she was, she was nice.

Akiko stayed in the library till the first bell, then went to class. Sitting beside Caroline, she asked, “What did they say about me missing practice this morning?”

“Nothing. They said Samantha was going to be absent for a week.”

Looking around, Akiko noticed that the usual mocking was not there, as if everyone was ignoring her. She didn’t know what to make of it, but was nonetheless glad that no one was making fun of her anymore. After class, it continued in the halls. As if suddenly, all the mocking had seemingly disappeared. Though her life was not quite back to normal again, it had improved considerably.

*****

Early Wednesday morning, as Caroline and the other cheerleaders were practicing, Akiko eagerly opened her locker in the mostly empty hall, curious to see if there was another note. There was! She quickly opened it:

“You looked really cute yesterday. I couldn’t stop watching you. Please don’t think I’m a perv. I can’t help it. You always bring a smile to my face. Hope you have a good day.” – C

“Wooow,” Akiko whispered to herself. It was so hard to believe that someone actually felt this way about her. But who?! No one really even talked to her except…Caroline! Akiko’s eyes widened as a gasp escaped her. Caroline had been standing next to her locker Monday afternoon when she had found the first note! Caroline was always at school early for cheerleader practice! And her name started with C! For several moments, Akiko was sort of in a state of shock. Her best friend had a crush on her. She had never imagined that Caroline liked her, but when she thought about it, it seemed kind of obvious.

Throughout the day, Akiko discreetly watched Caroline. She had never really been attracted to her but now, knowing that Caroline liked her, Akiko began to notice how attractive she was. What would it be like to go on a date with her? Or kiss her?! She didn’t know if she could do that, but then remembered how Caroline comforted her behind the school building two days ago. Yes, I think I would like to kiss her, she decided.

After school as they walked home, Akiko yearned to tell Caroline that she knew, but couldn’t. It wouldn’t be right. It would need to be Caroline’s decision of when and how to tell her.

*****

The next day, Akiko left early in a joyful mood. It had been three days since she had quit cheerleading, and she still hadn’t told her parents. The secret admirer notes had completely changed the way school was now compared to Monday. At first, her life seemed as if it was over, but now, it seemed that it was just starting. The notes gave her strength and hope, a reason, well, for everything. To come to school. To be happy. To be alive.

Standing before her locker, her hands slightly trembled as she opened her locker to see the folded piece of paper inside. As when Charlie first caught a glimpse of Willy Wonka’s golden ticket. She reached inside and opened the note:

“At night, I often think of you. What you like to do. Maybe we could get something to eat or see a movie. Never dated before so I don’t really know what to do. I think maybe get something to eat. Maybe pizza. Can’t go wrong with that. Anything you want.” – C

She read the note again, as she always did, then carefully folded it and placed it in the small pocket of her backpack with the others. Throughout the day, she wanted to tell Caroline so badly how sweet the notes were and how she would love to go on a date with her. But she forced herself not to say anything.

*****

Friday. Akiko opened her locker, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Her face slowly fell. There was no note.

What happened?! Did Caroline not come to school?! Did she–not like her anymore? She pulled aside a few of her books to see if the note could’ve fallen behind them, then pulled out everything to stare brokenheartedly at her empty locker. With a heavy heart, Akiko put her stuff back inside, then walked out to the football field. There, she could see Caroline. Maybe she just didn’t have time to put today’s note in.

Akiko was more than disappointed. She had come to depend on these notes. They made her feel loved and desired. And now that they were gone, it was as if something wonderful had been taken from her. She thought about whether she should ask Caroline what happened, but decided not to. The rest of the day went normally, and Caroline didn’t seem any different. After the last bell rang, ending school for the weekend, they walked out into the hall. After getting their bags, Akiko stared at her expectantly, willing her to say something–anything about the notes. But all Caroline said was, “You coming?”

“No, I…I hafta go to the library to work on my project,” Akiko mumbled. In a moment of inspiration, she asked, “Hey, can you do something this weekend.”

“I can’t. We’re visiting my grandma in Killeen.”

Again, disappointment. “Ok. I guess I’ll see you later.”

Caroline walked away while Akiko headed for the library. She really did have some work to do, although she also wanted to be alone for awhile to think. In the mostly empty library, Akiko went to one of the cubicles in the back and sat in front of the computer there. On the computer, she began skimming through various articles, occasionally writing down notes.

After several minutes, her phone beeped. She pulled it out and saw that she had a new text message. Opening it, it said: ‘Want to get that pizza?’

Not recognizing the number, but remembering that Caroline’s last note mentioned getting a pizza, Akiko beamed happily as she quickly texted back, ‘I’d love to, Caroline! Where are you?’

‘Who’s Caroline?’

Akiko looked at the reply, dumbfounded, and then typed, ‘C’mon Caroline. Stop kidding around. Where are you?’

‘I’m not Caroline.’

Akiko scowled, sighing, “Caroliinnne…” Then texted: ‘I’m at the library. Come here.’

Akiko waited for Caroline’s reply, but there was none. Suddenly a shadow fell across the desk causing her to look up. Akiko paled in fright as her voice died. The fierce face. The ragged clothes. Looming over her was a menacing punk girl. In her terror, Akiko fell out of her chair, vainly scrambling away on her hands and knees.

“Hey! I’m not going to hurt you!”

In her blind terror, Akiko couldn’t hear what was being said. A pair of black leather boots stepped in front of her as the stranger called her name. “Akiko! I’ve been writing you those notes.”

This stopped her mad dash. Trembling, she looked up at the older teen. Her short, dark-blue, pixyish hair. A black leather motorcycle jacket, dark torn pants and black boots.

“Not who you were expecting, huh?”

Akiko slowly shook her head. The punk girl sat down beside her, her voice discouraged, “I know how I look and what everyone says about me. That’s why I wrote those notes. So I could tell you how I felt without scaring you.” The punk teen sighed, “I’m Courtney, by the way.” Akiko stared timidly at her. “I guess this is kind of weird for you, especially after what happened in the bathroom.”

At mention of the word, bathroom, Akiko thought back and remembered the two punk girls who tried to attack her in the bathroom. No. One girl tried to, but the other girl told her to leave. The other girl who was beside her now.

“That was you. In the bathroom. With that other girl,” Akiko whispered.

Courtney nodded regretfully. “Sorry about that.”

“I thought you were going to hurt me.”

“Sorry. Those guys I hang with–it’s a long story.”

“You really wrote those notes?” Courtney nodded. “Did you really mean everything, how I’m beautiful and–?”

“Every word,” Courtney answered. “After what happened Monday and with my reputation, I didn’t think you would trust me, so I wrote how I felt.”

An awkward silence settled, then Akiko thought of something she needed to know, but was hesitant to ask. “Did you…did you…beat up Samantha?”

After a moment’s hesitation, Courtney nodded, “I lost my temper when I saw what she did. Everyone knows who I am, so when they saw what I did to her, they knew to leave you alone.” There was another awkward silence followed by Courtney asking, “I’d like to hang out and get to know you. Maybe get something to eat at the Mac Shack.”

Her head still a mix of emotions, Akiko looked into the eyes of this once-feared creature and saw her kind intentions. She nodded her head. Courtney smiled and raised up, extending her hand. Akiko took it.

Moments later, Akiko found herself being led down the hall in an eerily similar way to how Samantha led her down the hall. She stopped, her eyes darting nervously. Courtney spoke softly, “I know how this looks, but please trust me. I’m not like those other girls. I’m not going to hurt you. If you still don’t want to, I understand, but please give me a chance.”

After a moment, Akiko nodded and continued walking. They stepped outside and after crossing the street, went into the Mac Shack. Stepping up to the counter, Courtney asked Akiko, “What do you want?”

“Pizza with Canadian bacon.”

“Two of those,” Courtney told the man behind the counter, who handed them each a large slice on a paper plate. They sat in a nearby booth.

“Thank you,” Akiko told her politely.

“So uh, what are you?” Courtney asked. Akiko’s eyebrows raised questioningly. “I mean what kind of name is Akiko? Chinese? Korean?”

“Japanese. It means bright girl.”

Courtney’s face lit up, “Really? Can you speak it?”

“Mm-hm,” Akiko mumbled, her mouth full of pizza.

“Say something.”

Akiko looked at her with an embarrassed grin, then swallowed the pizza in her mouth, “What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know–something.”

Not knowing what else to say, Akiko said quietly, “なにか(Something).”

Clearly impressed, Courtney breathed out, “Wooow. Can you say something else?”

“What?”

“Say, uh–I wanna go out with you tomorrow.”

“和知氏輪明日穴と戸一緒に外出したいです”

Courtney’s eyes rose impressively as she smiled. “Okay.”

Akiko frowned in confusion. “What?”

“Okay, I’ll go out with you tomorrow.”

“I didn’t mean–”

Courtney chuckled, “I know, but I would like to.” Akiko didn’t respond. “Do you want to?”

Akiko thought for a moment, then quietly said, “I don’t know.”

Sensing her apprehension, Courtney’s face fell, “Is it me?” Akiko hesitated, thinking it over, than slowly shook her head. “Then what is it?”

“I don’t want other people–” Her voice trailed off.

“We can go anywhere you want. I just want to spend some time with you. What do you like to do?”

Akiko thought for awhile. “I like going to museums.”

“What museum do you want to go to?”

“Is the Memorial Museum at UT okay?”

“Yeah. When do you want me to pick you up?”

With a slightly alarmed look, Akiko quickly told her, “Don’t! I-I’ll meet you here.”

“About ten?”

“Okay.”

Finishing her pizza, Akiko told her, “I better go or my mom will worry.” She got up, throwing her paper plate away. “Thank you for the pizza.”

“You want me to drive you home?”

Akiko shook her head, then began walking home. After half a block, she turned to see if Courtney was watching her. She was. She saw Courtney wave and waved back. On the way home, Akiko thought about everything that had happened and how it wasn’t Caroline, but someone she never expected.

*****

The next morning, Akiko ate her breakfast, quietly thinking. Of course, she didn’t tell her parents anything. All she said last night was to ask if it would be okay if she could hang out at Highland Mall with her friend Courtney from school. She didn’t tell them that Courtney was about seven years older, or what kind of girl Courtney was. And she certainly didn’t mention Courtney’s romantic intentions.

“Mom, I’m going to meet Courtney now.”

Mom looked up from the newspaper article she was reading, “Courtney?”

“Remember? From school?” Akiko reminded her, praying that her mom wouldn’t ask too many questions. Being that the mall was within walking distance and she had been there before, Akiko didn’t think she would.

“Oh okay, but I want you home by three and don’t talk to strangers…”

“Don’t talk to strangers,” Akiko repeated. “I won’t!” She quickly ran out the door before her mom could think of anything else.

It was chilly outside with the sky overcast. She should have brought a jacket, but didn’t think to and didn’t want to go back and risk having her mom think of something else for her to do. Walking down the street, Akiko questioned if she was doing the right thing. She was still wary after what Samantha did but also worried about the rumors she had heard about Courtney as well as the other punks. Everything from trying to set the school on fire to throwing a kid out of a window to killing a teacher. She still wasn’t sure if she was even attracted to Courtney. She wasn’t pretty like other girls.

She wants to be your friend when no one else did, her consciousness reminded her. Being pretty isn’t what’s important. A pained expression came across Akiko’s face. She remembered how beautiful she had thought Kerri and Samantha were. Coming up to the Mac Shack, which was closed for the weekend, she saw Courtney leaning against an old Mustang in the empty parking lot. She walked up timidly, but upon seeing Courtney smiling at her arrival, she felt more at ease.

Courtney came up to her, saying in a relieved voice, “I didn’t know if you would come. I thought you might not because of my reputation.” Getting inside the car and starting it up, Courtney said, “I’m glad you did. Did you want to get something to eat?”

Akiko shook her head, looking silently straight ahead, an uncertain look on her face. Courtney pulled out onto the road and headed downtown. “So uh, do you speak Japanese at home?”

Akiko replied in her small voice, “Sometimes.”

“What do you like to do?”

Akiko thought for a minute, but her mind was blank. The whole situation was too surreal for her. Courtney sensed her uneasiness and worried that their first date was not going well. It was peculiar for her to be worried about someone’s feelings, never having been concerned with them before, but she really liked this girl and wanted to make a good impression.

Walking inside the museum, Courtney gaped at a giant dinosaur skeleton hanging from the ceiling about twenty feet above them. “What the hell is that?!”

“It’s a Quetzalcoatlus from the Cretaceous Period.”

Courtney turned toward the girl in amazement, “How do you know that?”

“I read a lot.”

Going through the rooms with their various exhibits, Courtney was amazed at the displays and even more amazed at how much this little girl knew. She also noticed how talkative Akiko had suddenly become, commenting all sorts of facts about the exhibits. Courtney herself didn’t know anything about these exhibits, nor did she care. All that mattered was that Akiko was enjoying herself.

As they were walking past the final displays in the museum, Courtney remarked, “You’re a lot smarter than me.” Akiko smiled at the compliment. During the past hour, her gentle voice and smile had help put Akiko at ease. So much so, that she ventured a question that had been bothering her, “Did you really do all those things?”

“What things?”

“All those stories. About you breaking peoples’ arms and setting the school on fire?”

“Most of those stories aren’t true. When I first started school, I had a hard time making friends. I was made fun of a lot till I started fighting back. I got into a lot of fights and sometimes was arrested.”

“You were arrested?!” Akiko interrupted, her voice full of astonishment.

Courtney smiled at her adorable look and nodded. Courtney fished in her jeans pocket and brought out a pack of cigarettes. Pulling one out, she was about to light it when Akiko spoke up, “You’re not supposed to smoke here.” Courtney scowled, putting it back in the pack.

They left the museum, and stepping outside, they saw the dark clouds overhead threatening rain. Already feeling raindrops on their arms, they quickly crossed the street and ran along the sidewalk as the rain became heavier. By the time they got to the car, both were soaked. Starting up the car, Courtney looked at Akiko, who was beginning to shiver from her wet clothes. “We can dry our clothes at my apartment.” Several minutes later, Courtney pulled into a run-down apartment. Getting out, they hurried to the door, both shivering as Courtney fumbled with the key as the rain continued to pelt them. Once Courtney got the door open, they stepped inside. Akiko’s teeth were soon chattering as she wrapped her arms around herself in a vain effort to keep warm.

Courtney went over to the dryer, taking off her clothes before a shivering but mesmerized Akiko and dropping them into the dryer. Wrapping a blanket from the bed around herself, she told Akiko, “If you want to, you can use the bathroom to take off your clothes, so I can dry them.” Akiko didn’t move, but instead just stood there, shivering with her arms about herself, trying futilely to warm herself. “There’s a blanket that you can cover yourself with. You’re going to freeze if you won’t let me dry your clothes.”

The cold winning out over her discomfort, Akiko went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her, where she quickly removed her wet clothes and wrapped the blanket around herself. Peeking her head out behind the bathroom door, she held out her wet clothes with one hand, too embarrassed to come out. Laughing silently at her shyness, Courtney took them to the dryer. After pausing to admire her tiny Disney panties, she turned the dryer on and walked over to sit on the bed. Akiko remained in the bathroom, just peeking out at her from behind the door.

“I swear I didn’t plan this,” Courtney told her. Seeing that Akiko was making no effort to come out, Courtney tried coaxing her out. “You don’t have to stay in there.”

Akiko slowly shuffled out, nervously gripping the blanket tightly around her. Stopping several feet from Courtney, she seemed lost. Sensing this fragility, Courtney patted the bed, “Don’t be afraid. Come over here.” Akiko shuffled over and sat down, looking up at Courtney nervously. “I’m really glad you came.” Akiko didn’t say anything, just continued to stare up at her. Mesmerized by the little girl, Courtney reached over, gently pushing aside a wet lock of hair from Akiko’s forehead. “You’re really–”

Still staring at Akiko, Courtney considered something, then let the blanket around her fall open, revealing her breasts. Though the sight was enough to set Akiko’s heart to pounding madly, she couldn’t move. Courtney’s voice was a husky whisper, “You can touch me. I know you want to.” Courtney gently took Akiko’s hand, bringing it to her breast. Akiko felt her mouth grow dry and licked her lips subconsciously. Her hand moved slowly, gently touching the breast as if it were a delicate flower. Courtney had never seen such enthrallment. Akiko kept touching and poking both of her breasts, and even brought her face up to rub against them. Akiko looked up, saw Courtney watching her and pulled away, blushing deeply.

“Don’t stop. I like it,” Courtney whispered as she found herself leaning forward. Akiko’s eyes widened as she pulled back slightly. “I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to kiss you.” Courtney slowly pressed her lips against Akiko’s briefly before pulling away. “How was that?”

“I don’t know,” Akiko whispered.

“Did you like it?”

“I think so.”

“D’ya wanna do it again?”

Akiko shrugged her shoulders. Courtney snickered at her uncertainty, then slowly kissed her again. Longer this time, licking the little girl’s lips till she had to pull back to breathe, wondering how someone like this could have such an effect on her. “You don’t know how bad I’ve wanted to do that.” She bit her lip nervously, then took a deep breath, hoping for the best, “Akiko–I would like to have sex with you.” As she expected, sweet little Akiko’s mouth dropped open in shock. “You don’t have to, but I would like you to.”

After a moment, Akiko said in her small voice, “I don’t know how.”

“I know. ”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’ll show you. Lie down.” Akiko lay back, keeping the blanket wrapped tightly around her. As she stared up at the older teen, Courtney raised up, her blanket falling away, then leaned over, kissing her. Her hand moved down caressing her legs, then gradually slid up, lightly pulling back the blanket. As she felt the blanket pulling away, Akiko looked concerned.

“I just want to see you.” Courtney continued pulling the blanket back, revealing the little girl beneath. Though having seen many naked girls before, Courtney was caught off guard, whispering in admiration, “Wow…” For several seconds, she was frozen in fascination, then reaching out, she slowly ran a finger down the girl’s chest, smiling at her squirming ticklishness.

“Tickles,” Akiko mumbled shyly.

Courtney ran her fingers along her sides bringing out more squirming, drawing her in more and more till she leaned down to lovingly kissed each nipple, then slowly kissed her way down Akiko’s belly to her bald vulva. Pressing her mouth against it, Courtney kissed it longingly. Akiko stared wide-eyed at the older teen, first in shock, then desperately covering her mouth to stifle her giggling. A muffled giggle escaped, drawing the teen’s attention.

Glancing up, Courtney asked her curiously, “What?” Akiko kept covering her mouth, quivering slightly from her laughter. Courtney smiled at the sight, asking again, “What’s so funny?”

Through her giggles, Akiko managed to tell her, “You’re kissing my pee-pee.”

Courtney smiled. “And that’s funny?” Akiko nodded. “Well, I love kissing your pee-pee,” bringing even more giggles from the little girl. The older teen’s hands lovingly stroked along the young girl’s sides and chest as she again knelt down, pressing her mouth against Akiko’s sex.

Courtney’s caressing hands felt very good, like a soothing massage. Akiko felt Courtney’s lips and tongue between her legs. A strange feeling at first, but soon very relaxing. Her eyes slowly closed as her breathing quickened, becoming heavier. She didn’t understand what was happening but it felt very good. Her hands slightly shuddering, she felt something inside her begin to take hold, a feeling she never felt before.

Courtney continued to press her mouth against the little girl’s vulva, feeling for the small clit with the tip of her tongue. She could taste the girl’s clean juices, and savored the flavor. She’d done this before with some of her girlfriends, but never with someone this young. The feel of the bald mound under her mouth made her own pussy pulse with desire. She didn’t want to come, but she still humped herself against the mattress, feeling the pressure against her own clit and the small tremors that accompanied each hump against the soft material.

Akiko felt her own waves of desire–waves she’d never experienced before. She’d had, well, feelings down there before, but nothing like this. It was as if a whole new world was opening up to her. The teenager’s mouth was against her pee-pee, and her tongue seemed to be dancing all around, especially near the top of her mound. One particular area was responding in ways she had never felt. There was a deep trembling inside her, a sort of shiver that seemed to be taking over her entire body. The small waves were turning into a rushing tide.

“Something’s happening…I feel….” Seeing that Akiko was about to come, Courtney raised up to watch, her finger still rubbing against the girl’s sex. “Court…ney…I…I–” Akiko’s face scrunched up as her voice broke up into whimpering gasps.

Courtney watched, entirely transfixed by the sight of this little girl experiencing something so intense and wonderful for the first time in her life. Courtney felt her fingers getting wet; then Akiko’s face froze with a horrified expression. “I’m–I’m sorry,” Akiko said in an almost inaudible voice.

“Akiko?” Akiko didn’t answer, her lips quivering as her eyes became misty with tears. “What’s wrong?!” Courtney called out in distress. “Please tell me.”

As tears ran down Akiko’s face, she choked out, “I–I didn’t mean to.”

Her voice full of concern, Courtney asked, “Didn’t mean to what?” Then Courtney smelled the unmistakable odor of urine. She turned and saw the wet spot on the bed sheet. “Hey–it’s okay. I shouldn’t have done that without telling you about it.” Courtney caressed her cheek. “Please don’t worry. I’m not mad. Okay?” Akiko nodded, tears still running down. “Did you like it?”

Akiko nodded. “It makes me feel sleepy.”

“Yea. It does that,” Courtney kissed her. Getting off the bed, she pulled off the bedsheet and quickly threw it on the floor. Crawling back on the bed, straddling her, she smiled down at the timid little girl. “I want you to do that to my pussy.”

Akiko glanced around. “Your cat?”

Courtney snickered quietly, pointing to her pussy, “No, this is a pussy.”

Akiko grimaced at Courtney’s pussy just above her, “What do I do?”

“Touch it.”

Akiko gingerly reached out, quickly poking it with her finger then pulling her hand back and looking up at her.

Courtney sighed in disbelief. “Can you do it again?” Akiko again timidly reached out, lightly touching the moist flesh. “What does it feel like?”

Akiko traced her finger around, feeling the different protrusions. “It’s all icky,” Akiko answered, causing Courtney to chuckle.

“Would you like to kiss it?” Akiko got a sour look on her face, shaking her head emphatically. “Can you put your hand in?” When Akiko looked up at her questioningly, Courtney said, “Remember how good it felt to you?” Akiko nodded. “It feels that good to me too.” Akiko tentatively pushed her finger partway in. “Can you push it in a little more?.” She put a few more fingers in. “Moooorrrre…”

Akiko did, wincing at the slimy feeling, “Eewww…”

Oh fuck, that feels so good, Courtney thought as she coaxed Akiko. “Keep going.”

“This is really gross,” Akiko replied. Courtney rolled her eyes. Akiko watched in astonishment as her hand disappeared into Courtney’s body.

Courtney closed her eyes, succumbing to the intense feelings stirring within her. “Move your hand in…in a circle….yeah…keep doing that.” Akiko glanced up at Courtney and giggled at the funny expressions on her face. She covered her mouth with her other hand to keep from laughing out loud.

Fuck, this feels so incredible, Courtney thought to herself. She had brought herself close with her humping of the mattress earlier, but now she was on the brink of a massive orgasm. Opening her eyes, she spied the little girl watching her with amusement. “Hey–” her breathless voice struggled. “Say something in Japanese.”

“Now?!”

“Yeah.”

“What do you want me to say?!”

“Anything!”

At a loss as to what to say, Akiko simply said, “なんでも なんでも(Anything Anything)”

“Oh fuck…Oh fuccckkk…OH FUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!!!!….” Courtney groaned as her orgasm exploded inside her. Holding on to the headboard for support, she tensed up. Then when it subsided, she rolled off, falling down beside Akiko. “Oh fuck…oh fuck…oh fuck,” she gasped breathlessly.

“Did I hurt you?” Akiko asked, concerned.

Courtney glanced at her, still breathing hard. “No–that felt so good.” Rolling over, facing Akiko, Courtney stroked her face, “What’re you thinking?”

“What about Monday?” Akiko asked in a concerned voice.

“What about it?”

“What if the kids at school make fun of us?”

“They won’t,” Courtney replied.

“How do you know?”

“Because they know what I’ll do to them if they do,” Courtney kissed her.

Akiko was quiet for a moment, then asked, “What’s a dyke?”

Courtney didn’t answer, her smile fading. After a moment, she said, “It’s an ugly word that ugly people use.” Courtney caressed her cheek, “Don’t worry about those people. I won’t let anyone hurt you.” Akiko smiled halfheartedly, feeling better. Courtney reached across to the nearby table and grabbed the pack of cigarettes. Pulling one out along with the lighter inside, she proceeded to light it.

Akiko scrunched up her face in disgust. “Don’t you know cigarettes are bad for you?”

“Yeah,” Courtney replied nonchalantly, blowing out a puff of smoke.

“Well, why do you do it?”

“Everyone else does.”

“I don’t. Nobody in my class does.”

“And?” Courtney countered.

“And you shouldn’t do it. How can you do something so gross?!”

“Like this.” Courtney grinned as she took a drag and coolly blew out a puff of smoke. Akiko glared at the offending smoke, hanging in the air.

“Don’t you know you’re turning your lungs black?!”

“They’re my lungs.” Courtney leaned over to kiss her.

“And your breath stinks!” Akiko pulled back, grimacing at her. Courtney’s eyes narrowed in annoyance. “If you want to kiss me, you can’t smoke.”

What happened to the shy little girl that I met this morning? Courtney thought to herself as Akiko narrowed her eyes back at her. Akiko’s sternness looked so adorable that Courtney laughed, “Okay, okay. I’ll try to stop.”

“I’ll help you!” Akiko told her excitedly, rolling over to lay on her front.

“Great,” Courtney muttered, rolling her eyes. She took another drag on her cigarette.

“Well?!”

“Well what?”

“You said you’ll stop!”

“Now?!” Courtney cried out in disbelief.

“Yes, now.”

Sighing in frustration, Courtney reached over, stabbing her cigarette out on the table. “It’s a good thing you’re so cute.”

“Hey, we can make it fun,” Akiko suddenly remarked. Courtney turned back over to face her, staring at her with an annoyed expression, clearly not interested in making it fun. Akiko continued. “If you don’t smoke, I’ll give you a reward.”

“What reward?” Courtney’s voice was clearly not impressed.

“I don’t know. What do you want?”

Courtney stared at her, knowing that there wasn’t anything that Akiko could give–. Her eyes popped open, then she smiled “This.” Courtney reached over, stroking her butt. “This is what I want.”

“My butt?”

“Yeah,” Courtney smiled slyly.

“You want my butt for a reward?” Akiko asked dubiously.

“Oh yeah,” Courtney purred hungrily.

“What are you going to do with it?”

“I’ll think of something.”

Suddenly, they heard a noise at the door, revealing a middle-age woman in a waitress’ uniform. Akiko, wide-eyed in alarm, squeaked as she yanked the blanket over her head, desperately trying to bury herself beneath it.

“MOM!” Courtney blared angrily.

“Who’s that?!” the woman asked accusingly in a tired, irritated voice as she walked over. “I don’t need some floozy that you picked up on 6th street–” She yanked back the blanket, and for a brief second stared at the little girl in surprise before Akiko quickly snatched back the blanket, pulling it over her once again. Turning to Courtney, her mom cried out, “Who’s this?!”

Courtney sighed frustratingly, “She’s new at McCallum.” Courtney pulled back the blanket, uncovering Akiko’s head as the little girl scooted against Courtney for security, a terrified look on her face.

“She’s a kid!” Mom exclaimed, scowling at Courtney. “You had sex with a kid?! Do her parents know she’s here?” With an exasperated sigh, Mom sat down in a nearby chair, “What am I going to do with you, Courtney?”

“But I didn’t do anything! I wasn’t fighting. I really am staying out of trouble.”

“You call this staying out of trouble?!” her mom exclaimed, “You can’t be having sex with a kid!”

“Why not?!”

”Why not?! Because it’s against the law!”

“Mom, I…I really like her. Look, you’re always complaining about who I bring here. She’s different. She’s not like the others.”

Mom sighed, opening her eyes and studying the quiet little girl curled up against Courtney, “I guess you have a point there, but it’s still against the law. Look uh…”

“Akiko,” Courtney told her.

“Aki-ko, I’m not mad at you. It’s just that Courtney’s trying to get her life back on track and doesn’t need any trouble. I didn’t mean to seem like I’m mad at you. And you!” she narrowed her eyes at Courtney. “I want you to be discreet about this. Understand me?!” Standing up, she said, “I’m going to take a shower and start supper.” She walked over to the doorway, then looked back at Courtney, “You really like her?”

“Yeah.”

Looking at the time, Mom told them, “Well, it’s getting late and you need to take her home.”

After Mom went into the next room, closing the door behind her, Akiko asked, “She’s not gonna call my parents, is she? Please don’t let her.”

“She won’t.” Courtney held Akiko close to her.

“Are you in trouble?”

Courtney shook her head. “She just wasn’t expecting you.” Courtney ran her hand along her side, “I don’t want you to go.”

Courtney sighed in disappointment and got out of bed, pulling their clothes from the dryer and bringing them over. They dressed quietly, each alone in their thoughts. Taking her hand, she led Akiko out to the car. As they pulled out into the road, Courtney asked, “Which way is your house?”

“Can you just drop me off at the Mac Shack?”

“Don’t want your parents to see me?” Courtney grinned at her.

“No, it’s just–uh–” Akiko stammered.

“I know.”

They continued on in silence, eventually pulling into the empty parking lot of the Mac Shack. Courtney turned to Akiko, brushing her hair from her face. “I’m going to miss you.” Leaning over, she tried to kiss her, but Akiko nervously glanced around, looking to see if anyone was watching. Courtney pulled back. “Still not used to this?”

Akiko looked down, “It’s just that–everyone already says I’m a…a…”

Courtney raised her chin, looking her sincerely in the eye. “And they never will again. How do you say beautiful in Japanese?”

“野道” (Kireina)

“Kireina,” Courtney leaned over and gently kissed her.

“I better go,” Akiko said.

She opened the door and stepped out. “Bye,” she said and waved. Courtney watched her walk away till she disappeared from sight. She pulled out a cigarette and, as she was about to light it, hesitated, sighing. Closing her eyes for a moment, she looked around, saw a trash can, and threw it and the pack away. She could smoke and Akiko would never know, but she had to be honest with Akiko.

During her walk home, Akiko thought about how everything had changed. Someone who she had thought was dangerous was actually nice. More than that, this person was in love with her. She had not told her mom that she had quit cheerleading. And this was one more thing that she wouldn’t be able to tell her. Akiko wondered what Monday would be like. She wondered if she could tell Caroline and if Courtney would still be the same person who fell in love with her.

 

Continue on to Chapter 3!

My Family, Friends, and Sex – Chapter 30

  • Posted on June 16, 2018 at 10:57 am

by Purple Les

Nothing much was happening. I still played the guitar. I still listened to music. I spent more time outdoors with the nicer weather, cleaning up the front and back yard.

It was nice being married. I kept my pipe-cleaner wedding ring in my jewelry box along with my earrings and my locket that Mom had given me.

It was Friday. We were having a picnic at school. They did it for us every spring. They had hot dogs and hamburgers and soda and salads. We didn’t have to wear our school uniforms. We got to come to school in our play clothes. We just played games and ate and had fun. Plus we got to go home early. Mary still looked dressed up even in her casual clothes. It was a perfect day. I wore my denim cut off shorts, a t-shirt and my flannel shirt, and my sneakers. I had my flannel shirt tied around my waist mostly as the sun was warm. If I moved into the shade and a cool breeze came up I would put it on.

This one boy asked Mary to be his girlfriend and she said, “Thank you, but I’m already with someone.”

Siobhan said after the boy left, “I think that’s nice. He said you were beautiful, Mary. I’ve never had a compliment from a boy. Have you, Katy?”

“Yes. A sixth grade boy told me I spit better than most boys could.” Mary rolled her eyes and Siobhan sadly shook her head. I thought it was a nice compliment.

We played more games. Mary’s mom picked her up from school. I hung around and rode home on the school bus like always. When I walked up to my house I could see Mom wasn’t home. No car in the driveway. So I walked toward town, just because it was still early.  I walked past the Tran’s restaurant. I came to the little park outside of town. I walked along the path. I saw Veronica Cuthbert sitting on a bench. She was the sixth grade girl who would give me a hard time. She had a bunch of sticks next to her and would throw one in to the rushing creek and watch it go down stream.

I walked over to her. “Hi, Ronnie.” I said. She didn’t have any makeup on for a change. I thought she looked better without it.

She looked at me and said, “Hi, Twatson.” She said it like most people would say “Damn, I just stepped in dog poop.” Then she looked away.

“Can I sit on the bench with you?” I asked, trying to be friendly and besides I wanted to sit down.

“It’s a free country, I suppose,” she answered with a deep sigh. I took that for a “Yes” and sat on the other side of her pile of sticks. My feet didn’t quite reach the ground and I kicked them back and forth while I sat.

We both started to throw the sticks at the same time into the creek. Making the sticks have little races down the creek. We were having fun. Then the sticks were gone and she sighed again.

“So it was a fun day, huh?” I asked.

Her answer came out in a spoken sigh, “Yeah, I guess.”

“Well, it’s a lot better than a regular school day.” I tried to keep the conversation going. She didn’t reply or look at me. “So I guess you’ll be in the middle school next fall. I guess that’s cool.” Ronnie just sat there and sighed again.

“Yeah. I guess.” she said after a few moments.

“I guess they have a real gym class there. You have to shower afterward and everything. I don’t know if I’d want to shower in front of a lot of girls I don’t know.”

“Yeah.” was her reply.

“Well, I wish you good luck. I mean, I think you’re okay. I didn’t mean to stick you with your nickname. I wish I could take it back. So I hope there’s no hard feelings.”

Then I stuck out my hand. She gave it a fast shake with her hand. I didn’t blame her. ‘Tater Tits” was a bad nickname to get stuck with.

“It’s okay, I guess.” Ronnie said rather sadly. “I gave you a hard time as much as I could. So I guess I kind of had it coming. No hard feelings.”

Then we shook again. We held the shake a little longer this time. We just sat there listening to the birds and watching the creek.

I got a funny feeling inside, sitting there with Ronnie. “Um, Ronnie?”

“Yeah. What?”

“I’d sort of like to do something for you. To make up for what I did.”

“Like what?”

“It’s kind of dirty.” I said giving her a shy smile.

Now she looked at me with a question in her eyes.

“Sex dirty?” She asked me.

I nodded my head “Yes”.

“Yeah. What would you do?” Ronnie asked with any real interest in her voice, for the first time in all this time we’d been sitting there.

“Well,” I took a deep breath and hoped she wouldn’t mock me, “I’d lick your pussy.”

She gave a soft gasp, looked shocked, then gave a little laugh while looking uncomfortable all in a matter of seconds.

“Bullshit!” she spat out. Then she gave a soft little laugh that I liked.

Ronnie scrunched her eyes up a little. She leaned closer to me and said, “Why, I bet you’ve no idea what you’re talking about, Twatson.”

“Do so!” was my comeback.

“Then tell me what you think it means,” Ronnie ordered.

I wondered for a second if Ronnie knew what it meant. I figured she must. She was a sixth grader after all. So I decided I’d be bold and said, “It means I want to take my tongue and run it in and out and up and down your twat.”

Then I stuck my tongue out briefly as an “I told you so.”

Ronnie laughed for real and said, “Hey kid. Keep that tongue out. Maybe I can use it.”

Her face got red and she giggled and looked away.

She looked back at me again and said, “Is this some sort of joke? What happens? You trick me in to pulling down my jeans then all your brat friends show up laughing. Right?”

I felt a little hurt but I understood just what she meant.

I said, “I understand. But I promise it’s not a trick and I really mean it.”

Ronnie looked around. We were plainly alone.

Ronnie gave me a smug smile and said, “Then prove it. You get naked first to show you’re not kidding.”

I untied the flannel shirt from around my waist. I pulled down my zipper and undid the button on my shorts. I pulled my t-shirt up. As the shirt reached my armpits Ronnie laughed and said, ”Holy shit. What are you, crazy?” and she pulled my t-shirt back down and looked around.

Then she added very seriously, “You’re not kidding are you?”

“Nope. I’ve done it before. I like doing it and I do it good.” I winked at her and said, “And I’m giving you a chance to find out.”

I watched her suck her bottom lip under her upper teeth and I wanted to kiss her.

“Okay, but not here. I have a place we can go.”

Then she looked around nervously and took my hand in hers. She led me out of the park and across the road where the storage garages were. We squeezed through the big chained gate. The asphalt was hot but felt good. Ronnie took me around the back. We stopped at a big overhead door. She took a key out of her jeans pocket. She undid the lock and put it in her pocket. She raised the door a few feet. She hunched under it and I followed her. She flicked a switch on the wall and a line of old long florescent lights came on.

The floor was piled high with boxes and furniture and lots of other stuff. Ronnie lowered the door to the floor and bolted it closed from inside. She took my hand and led me down a narrow aisle in the middle of the room. It was cool inside and there was a musty smell mixed with a dusty smell. At the very end of the aisle the room opened up into a small space. There was a couch and coffee table and old floor lamp. Ronnie turned the lamp on and sat on the couch.

I sat down too. She got up and reached behind an old mirror standing on the floor. She plunked a big box on the coffee table. Ronnie pulled out a bunch of magazines. Like Playboy and Penthouse. I eagerly picked one up and started to look through it.

“You like looking at girls?” Ronnie asked me.

“Yeah. Do you come here and rub off? This is cool.”

“Don’t tell anyone ever.”

“Golly, I won’t.” Then I crossed my heart to show I meant it.

“You do stuff with that Vietnamese girl you hang out with?”

“I do stuff with girls but I never tell anyone. Just like I’d never tell anyone about this.”

Ronnie looked at me, sizing me up somehow in someway. Then she brought a smaller box out of the other box. She opened it and brought out more magazines.

These were full of girls too. But not model grownup girls like in the other magazines. These had pictures of girls my age and Ronnie’s age. You know, like nine through twelve years old.

I opened one up. There were three girls who looked like they were wearing old clothes from the nineteen sixties or seventies. Except after I flipped a couple pages they weren’t wearing anything. Then they were having sex with each other.

I just sort of looked through them. They were so cool. I was having dirty daydreams then I heard a voice. It was Ronnie’s voice sounding a little funny.

“So you really gonna do what you said? I mean you don’t really have to. We could look at these and talk and play with ourselves if you want to. You don’t really have to take your clothes off if you don’t wanna.”

I showed Ronnie the picture I was looking at. A younger girl about my age licking an older girl’s pussy. I put the magazine down and stood up. I flung my flannel shirt on to the couch. I pulled my t-shirt up and off and tossed it at Ronnie. I pulled down my shorts and panties at the same time and took them off. I left my sneakers on because the floor was filthy concrete.

Ronnie’s eyes were wide and she said, “Holy shit, Twatson. I can’t believe you really got naked.”

I smiled and started to play with my pussy a little. Mostly to give her a good look at it.

“Um, Ronnie, I can’t really lick you through your pants. That’s a hint. Take off your jeans. Or do you want me to undress you?”

She smiled and took her jeans off. “I, uh, never did anything like this. What should I do?”

I said, “Just lay back and relax. I’ll do it all.”

I put my mouth right over her panties where her pussy was and blew heavy on her. She shivered. I pulled the crotch of her panties aside and looked at her pussy. It was cute. She had a sparse patch of pubes on her mound. I could see she was pretty wet there. I could smell a different kind of musky smell now. I began to lick her slowly. My tongue explored her pussy all over. I kept an eye on her face off and on. She looked like she was enjoying it.

Then I got busy on her. I liked getting her close to a come, backing off some and then getting her close again. She started saying all kinds of silly things.

Ronnie said, “Hey! I’m getting really close. Maybe you’d better move your face and let me rub off now.”

I took my mouth off her. I looked in her eyes and said, “I want you to come on my face. Just relax and come whenever you want.”

Then I pressed my tongue lightly on her clit and started the ABCs. She came real good. I got up on my knees and looked at her. She was all flushed red with a little shine of sweat on her face.

“Did you like it?” I asked her.

For the first time ever I saw her give a really nice smile. “Yeah. I really liked it. I never felt anything so good, ever.”

I reached out and started to pull her panties down. Ronnie laughed and said, “Hey! What’s the idea?”

“Well I’m almost bare naked. You could at least let me have a better look at you.” Then I yanked her panties down and off. Ronnie spread her long legs apart and let me have a good look.

“You like?” she asked me.

“I sure do.”

“I was thinking, Twatson. If you wanted to we could meet here off and on all summer. We could look at the dirty magazines and rub off. Or maybe we could do some more stuff like what you just did to me.”

“Yeah! I’d like that.” We sat around for awhile. There was some bottled water. She handed me one and I drank some then used the rest to wash off my face and hands. We got dressed and she walked me out of the building. I watched her lock it up. She offered me some bubblegum and I put it in my mouth. We walked back to the road and went our separate ways.

I skipped part of the way home. I saw Mom’s car in the driveway. There was an SUV parked behind her car. I’d never seen it before and wondered who was visiting. I made a last bubble with the gum while I tried to guess who it was and then spit my gum out in the grass.

I came in the side door and yelled out, “I’m home, Mom.”

I heard Mom’s voice, “We’re in the living room, Katy.” I wondered who was here. As I walked in to the living room I saw Aunt Billie and Aunt Sue. I ran over and gave Aunt Sue a huge hug.

Aunt Billie said, “What are me and your Mom, dirty laundry?” I gave Mom and Aunt Billie big hugs too. I found out the SUV was Aunt Sue’s new car.

“Did Sammie and Penny come with you?” I didn’t see them but hoped that at least Sammie had come along. My cousin was the first girl I’d ever fooled around with for real. That was way back at Christmas time.

“They’re waiting for you up in your bedroom.” Aunt Sue answered. “They didn’t want to hang around with us old ladies. You can go up and visit with them. But first how about a kiss for me.”

I stood in front of Aunt Sue. I figured all the secrets weren’t really secrets anymore so I gave her a long French kiss. Then I knew for sure there were no more secrets as Aunt Sue reached down my back and squeezed my butt.

“Thanks, Katy. That was very nice. Now run up and say ‘Hi’ to your cousins.” Aunt Sue said, as she gave a fast light smack on my butt as I headed for the bedroom stairs.

I couldn’t wait to see my sixteen-year-old cousin, Sammie, and her sister, seven-year-old Penny.

I got to the top of the stairs turned and stopped in my tracks. I had opened my mouth to say ‘‘Hi”. Instead my mouth just hung open with nothing coming out.

Sammie sat at my desk chair. The chair was facing away from the desk and toward me. Her long red hair was pushed back over her shoulders. I could see her boobs. They looked the same as at Christmas time except I thought they may have been just a little bigger than I remembered.

There she sat bare naked. Pinching my arm didn’t change anything, she was for real naked. I couldn’t see her patch of red pubic hair though. That was because blocking the view was the back of Penny’s head. Penny’s hair was so blonde it was almost white. She had it in a pony tail. Penny had nothing on except for white cotton panties with a floral design on them. I was noticing the light white short downy fuzz that covered most of her arms and some of her body. I could hear her licking Sammie’s pussy.

Sammie smiled at me and said, “We just couldn’t wait for you to get home.” Sammie looked down between her legs and said, “Penny, say hello to, Katy.”

Penny reluctantly began to turn her head. She had a long string of goo that went from Sammie’s pussy to the corner of her mouth. It broke as she turned her face more towards me.

“Hi, cousin Katy.” Penny said.

“Go give her a kiss.” Sammie instructed Penny. Penny got off her knees and walked over to me. She stood on her toes and I bent over some and Penny stuck her tongue in my mouth. I tasted Sammie’s pussy honey on her, and a huge wave of horny attacked me from the top of my spine to my pussy and down to my toes.

It was a long dirty kiss. After we stopped Sammie motioned to Penny to come back to her. Penny stood next to Sammie leaning against her left leg. Sammie reached across with her right hand and put it down the front of Penny’s panties. I could see her fingers and hand under the thin fabric moving around and Penny said, “Yeah. That’s nice.”

They both looked at me and Sammie said, “Take your t-shirt off for us.”

I pulled my shirt off and dropped it to the floor.

“Yeah.” Sammie said.

Sammie said to Penny, “I just love those cute tits. I think they got a little bigger, Katy. I just love your tight little body. That firm tummy and your cute little in out belly button.”

“Yeah, me too.” said Penny. Then she added, “Now undo your shorts, Katy.”

I undid the button on my denim cut offs and then slowly pulled the zipper down so they could see my blue cotton panties. I saw Penny squirm against Sammie. I saw more movement under Penny’s underpants.

“Fuck yeah!” Sammie said. “You’re the hottest nine year old I know, and my sexy little cousin to boot. I want you to leave on your sneakers and socks. But pull down your shorts and panties at the same time and take them off.”

I pushed my shorts and panties down and stepped out of them. I started to play with myself. I couldn’t help it. Sammie pulled her hand out of her little sister’s panties. Then she pushed the panties down her younger sister’s legs.

Now I was looking at Penny barenaked for the first time in person. I’d always loved the way she looked. There she was right in front of me without anything on.

Seeing the two sisters naked together made me rub my now very wet little slit even more.

“There’s something I owe you.” Sammie said to me. “Go and bend over your bed.”

I had butterflies in my tummy as I walked over to my bed, turned my back to my cousins and lay on my tummy with my feet on the floor. I was totally exposed to them. I looked over my shoulder. I saw myself in the mirror. My legs were spread. My pussy was all shiny and wet. You could almost see the opening to my pussy. You could almost see my butt hole too.

Penny and Sammie walked over to me. Penny started to gently play with my pussy.

Penny said, “Yeah, Sis. You weren’t kidding. The nicest ass I ever saw.”

I buried my face in my bedspread then I felt someone give my left butt cheek a not too hard smack. It was hard enough to make a noise and make my pussy have a sharp tingle. I turned my head to one side and gave a little moan.

“You like the way Penny’s playing with your pussy?” Sammie asked me.

I whimpered out, “Yeah.”

My head was spinning. I’d just licked Ronnie’s pussy not even an hour ago. It had left me real horny and then I’d had that hot kiss with Aunt Sue. Now my naked seven-year-old cousin was playing with my pussy which was on fire. And my sixteen-year-old cousin, who I adored, asked me how I was liking it.

“Yeah!” I said again. “I love it.” I felt another light smack on my other butt cheek.

“Now,” Sammie began in a soft shaky voice, “I’m going to do what I’ve been waiting to do since Christmas. What I’ve been waiting to do since you were five years old.”

“Cool.” I heard Penny say. “Sammie won’t stop talking about this.”

I thought back to Christmas. When me and Sammie had fooled around for the first time. I thought of the things we did and things we were going to do and didn’t get a chance.

Penny had worked a finger up my pussy and with her other hand managed to get under me and rub my clit.

It suddenly dawned on me. “Sammie? Are you going to…?”

Sammie interrupted me before I could finish the sentence. “That’s right, cousin. I’m gonna tongue fuck your hot little asshole.”

I looked over my shoulder again. I could see Sammie from the back in my dresser mirror. She was on the floor on her knees, the back of her head I could see was blocking a view of my butt. I looked over my other shoulder and saw Penny with a red face looking at me and smiling. Penny had me on the verge of coming.

Then I felt Sammie’s hot wet tongue lick around my butt hole. I felt it go from licking around my asshole to going in and out of IT.

I heard Penny say, “Yeah she’s really loving that, Sammie. Keep doing it.”

I tried to wiggle my hips but my cousins made it hard to move. What with one of them holding my ass cheeks and tongue fucking my butt hole while the other rubbed my clit and finger fucked my pussy.

I grabbed the bedspread with my hands and pressed my face against the bed and cried out, “Oh, golly! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!! I’m commmmmmming!”

Now somehow I bucked my hips around and then the next thing I knew I was laying on my bed between my two cousins. It took a long time before I could speak or feel my arms and legs.

Sammie said, “You really had a huge come, Katy. You okay now?”

I felt weak as a kitten but real happy.

“I love you guys.” was all I could say. They were both giving me little kisses. Where ever they felt like.

Sammie said, “This is just the beginning, Katy. The next couple days will wear you out.”

I was horny again already. I was about to ask her what she meant when Aunt Sue called up the stairs. “Girls, come down here now, please.”

We got up off the bed. I walked over and reached for my clothes. Sammie laughed and said, “Don’t bother.” We went down the stairs together. Sammie led me and Penny into my Mom’s bedroom.

Mom had some incense burning. The late afternoon sun was coming through her bedroom window. I stood still next to my smiling cousin Sammie. Penny was giggling and looking at me. I was looking at my Mom and my Aunt Billie and my Aunt Sue.

All three of them sitting on the side of my Mom’s big bed. They were all bare naked and had their legs spread apart. Of course I’d seen my Mom and Aunt Billie naked a billion times now. I’d never seen Aunt Sue naked in person. Just those DVDs of her with my Mom and Aunt Billie and Sammie and Penny.

Sammie said, “I get Aunt Carol first.” Then she stood in front of my Mom and they started to play with each other’s tits and boobs while kissing.

Aunt Billie wiggled a finger at Penny and said, “Come here.”

As soon as Penny was in front of  Aunt Billie, Penny grabbed a boob and started sucking a nipple while Aunt Billie began to feel up Penny’s ass.

I looked at Aunt Sue and swallowed hard. Her boobs were small and her nipples big and hard. She didn’t have any pubic hair. Her pussy lips are big and her clit almost looked like a tiny dick.

“Well, Katy,” Aunt Sue said, “Should we get to know each other a little better?” She patted the bed next to her and I walked over to her.

Continue on to Chapter 31!

Pages from a Diary – Chapter 2

  • Posted on June 12, 2018 at 10:15 am

by Rachael Yukey

October 15, 2006

What a crazy weekend! I lied to my parents this afternoon; after church I said I wasn’t feeling good. There’s an all-day event going on, and I really wanted to come home and write all this down while it’s still fresh in my mind. I feel like I need to… what’s the word the adults use? Process. I need to process everything, and I think writing it down will help. So I told my parents I wasn’t feeling good, and Dad drove me home to rest. I feel a little guilty about it, but it’s done now.

Julie ate at school Friday morning so we could have breakfast together, and we were both just bouncing off the walls. A couple of other girls came and sat with us; they’re people that Julie hangs out with sometimes. I realized that although she’s really social, she has lots of people she hangs out with sometimes, but there isn’t anybody she hangs out with a lot of the time. Maybe she needs a real friend as much as I do. I want to try to be a good one.

After school we went out together and sure enough Dad had left my bike on the rack, just a few spaces away from Julie’s. When we go to A.L. on Wednesdays all the bikes at those bigger schools are locked up with chains and combination locks or they’ll get stolen, but nobody locks their bike up here. This was super-cool… I’ve never got to ride in town before!

We took the long way to get to Julie’s house. It’s on 2nd street which leads right to the school… I mean, you can actually see the school from Julie’s front yard. But it was a nice day, so we rode around for a little while first. Dad had warned me to watch for cars, so I did, but it’s not like there’s very heavy traffic in this town. Julie’s dad lets her ride any place in town she wants to go. If we’d gone straight to Julie’s house it wouldn’t even have taken us five minutes, but we spent about half an hour riding around town and chatting before we pulled into the front yard.

Jason Hanson was standing on the front porch, cutting some 2 x 4 boards with a circle saw. He’s a tall, thin guy with dark brown hair and a narrow face. You’d think being a rock musician and all he’d have long shaggy hair but he keeps it cut pretty short. Normally when he’s around town he dresses in nice slacks and a button-up shirt or maybe a sweater, but at the moment he was wearing old jeans and a raggy t-shirt with some rock band’s name on it. He put the saw down, brushed his hands off on his pants, and turned to face us as we stepped onto the porch.

“Good ride, ladies?” he asked us.

Then he extended his hand to me, just like he would with an adult, and said “Hi, Mallory. Don’t know that we’ve ever actually been introduced. I’m Jason.”

I shook his hand, trying to remember all the stuff my dad has told me about firm grips and all that. He’s one of those people… I don’t quite know how to say this, but you know he’s there. It’s like he takes up twice a much space as his body fills up. It’s something about the way he stands and the way he looks you in the eye. When he talks, people listen.

“Hello, Mr. Hanson,” I said. “Thank you for letting me come over.”

Jason made a big show of looking over his shoulder.

“Mallory,” he said, “you say “Mr. Hanson” and I start looking around to see if my old man is coming up behind me. The name’s Jason. If you don’t think your parents would like that, you can call me Mr. Hanson when they’re around. Sound good? As for having you over… my pleasure. Julie, you think you can figure something out for a snack the two of you can eat? I wanna get the new bathroom framed before supper.”

“Sure, Dad,” said Julie. She gave him a hug, and he kissed her forehead.

The front door led straight into the living room. It was the typical ground floor you see in the really old country houses; just a big open rectangle with an enclosed staircase off to one side. The walls were old cracked plaster, and there was a huge redbrick fireplace at the far end of the room. There were rooms off to the sides, but even I can tell that those are additions and I was standing in the original part of the house. The old farmhouse I live in is the same kind of thing, but smaller. There were guitars on wall hangers all over the place. Just to the left of the door as we came in a smaller rectangle was marked off with tape, with some holes cut in the floor. I could see the basement through them.

“We’re not allowed to walk there,” Julie informed me, pointing to the taped off section. “That’s where Dad is building the new bathroom. He’s renovating the house.”

“Wow… he knows how to do that?”

Julie giggled. “Not really,” she said. “But he’s been reading a lot of books and looking online and stuff. He’s getting it figured out. He built me a really great room upstairs this summer… I’ll show you after we get our snack.”

She led me to the far end of the room, and through a door to the right, in one of the additions, was the kitchen. A lady was in there, just closing the oven. When she turned around I recognized Lisa Jenkins.

She’s lived here in town for at least as long as I can remember, and I think she just graduated from high school three or four years ago. She works at the city offices now, and she moved in with Jason and Julie just a few months ago. She’s really pretty with shoulder length brown hair, a cute little button of a nose, and a really curvy but slim body. She’s also pretty tall, just like both Jason and Julie. She was wearing a white flower print skirt that went all the way to her feet, and a skintight dark gray long-sleeved top that showed off her boobs.

I love seeing women with pretty boobs… I don’t know why. It’s probably because I wish I had some. Lisa’s are kind of middle-sized and a nice round shape. I had to make myself stop staring at them. She also had on a fashionable-looking turquoise scarf.

I felt really plain; I was just wearing a pair of jeans, my sneakers, and a blue sweatshirt. Even Julie was dressed way nicer than me, wearing a pair a stretch pants with lots of colors and a nice orange shirt that went down almost past her butt. And why was all this going through my mind right now?

“Well, hi, girls!” Lisa exclaimed. She gave us a smile that lit up her whole face. “How does lasagne sound for tonight?”

I thought it sounded wonderful. “Awesome!” I said.

“Yeah, way cool,” said Julie.

“Great,” said Lisa. “I’m glad you could come, Mallory. I suppose you two are in here after a snack?”

“Something like that,” Julie replied. She opened the fridge and looked around. “You like strawberry yogurt?” she called over her shoulder.

“Yeah, sure.”

She turned around with a container in her hand and put it on the table. Lisa leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, then turned to me and did the same thing. It was like an electric shock hit me, but in a good way. A really weird feeling! It’s probably because I’m not used to being kissed by adults I barely know. Even my mom hardly does that anymore.

“I’ll leave you girls to it,” Lisa said brightly, and left the kitchen. Julie got us bowls and spoons, and we sat down to devour our yogurt.

“She’s really nice,” I said between mouthfuls.

“Yeah, she’s cool,” said Julie. “I like that she doesn’t try to be my mom. She’s not even OLD enough to be my mom.” She giggled a little as she said it.

“I’m not sure how old she is,” I said, “but I think she just graduated a few years ago.”

“She’s 22,” said Julie. “My dad is ten years older than she is. But I don’t think it matters. They get along really good. And for me it’s almost like having a really cool big sister, except she sleeps in my dad’s room with him.”

My mind flashed to what THAT must involve. Stuff like that has been popping into my head more lately, and if I let myself think about it I start to feel all weird and tingly. I pushed it away.

After we finished our yogurt we went back to the main room. Mr. Hanson… Jason… was assembling a wall frame in the middle of the floor. He’d shoved all the furniture up against the walls and out of the way.

“Sorry about the mess, ladies,” he said with a grin, “but I can’t put these together outside. They won’t fit through the door. You might wanna scram; I’m gonna start sinking screws and the drill driver is pretty damn noisy.” He hefted the power tool in his hand.

Julie snickered. “Don’t have too much fun, old man,” she said with a giggle. “And try not to cut your hand off. I know who’ll get stuck cleaning up the blood.”

“You just keep right on being a smart-ass, young lady,” he shot back. “I’ll have you down here putting this crap together while I sit in the lazyboy sucking back a shot of Glenlivet.”

Julie laughed out loud and wrapped her arms around him. He hugged her back with his free hand, and then Julie detached, took my hand, and led me towards the staircase. My mind was swirling; I couldn’t imagine being so casual with my parents.

Just like my house, Julie’s place has a narrow, steep, enclosed old-house staircase. But once she opened the stairway door it was like stepping into a new world. The stairway was narrow but it was well lit, and the walls were a bright, pleasant aqua color.

“Wow,” I said as we went up, “this is sure different from the downstairs.”

“Dad did the upstairs first,” said Julie. “It was all one big open room up here, and somebody started a renovation before we came so it was pretty torn up. Dad turned it into two bedrooms. One for him and one for me.”

At the top of the stairs was a hallway. The first door led into Jason and Lisa’s bedroom, and the hallway ended with the door straight into Julie’s. She had the north half, and her room was painted a violet color with pink trim. Everything looked very new.

“Hey, this is great,” I said. “Your dad built all this?”

“Most of it,” she said. “The closet was already here. He said it would be easier to just tear it out and build a new one, but I really liked it so he took it out, redid the wall behind it, and then put it back together. Everything else he did from scratch. This was his first try so it’s not perfect. Look close at the walls.”

I took a closer look, and could see where the drywall mud was a little uneven in places. My uncle is a contractor, so I kind of know what to look for.

“Yeah, I see it,” I said. “But I had to look close. It’s not bad for a first try.”

“Oh, I don’t mind at all,” said Julie. “He worked so hard! He did my room first so it would feel like home for me.”

“Does it? Feel like home, I mean?”

“Yeah,” she said, flopping down on her bed. “I’m really happy here.”

We hung out in Julie’s room for a little while, first reading to each other from our fantasy series, then chatting a little about school and stuff. Julie has a computer in her room which totally blows me away… my parents won’t let me anywhere near a computer outside of school! We could hear Jason’s drill driver from downstairs.

After a bit we took Julie’s dog Benjie for a walk. He’s a big, friendly yellow lab. We walked him on a leash over to a grassy field over by the railroad track, and Julie unclipped the leash and let him run loose. We played fetch for a bit. I screwed up my courage.

“Julie…”

“Yeah?”

“Are you… you know… saved? Do you believe in Jesus Christ as your Lord and Saviour?”

The words sounded awkward and stupid coming out of my mouth, and right away I wished I hadn’t said them.

Julie didn’t answer right away. She took the stick back from Benjie, threw it, and then chewed on her lip for a minute.

“Is it important to you?” she asked. “I mean… are you only friends with people who believe in the same stuff you do?”

I didn’t even have to think about that, even for a second. I liked Julie way too much to let that come between us.

“No,” I told her. “It’s not. I just wanted to know. We don’t have to talk about it again.”

“Ok,” said Julie. “Let’s not then.”

***

Dinner was delicious. By the time we got back to the house Jason had the bathroom walls framed, and Lisa was taking the lasagne out of the oven. We ate at the kitchen table together, and I kept feeling like something was missing.

Finally it dawned on me… the TV wasn’t on! In fact, the whole time I’d been there the TV had not been on. I could vaguely hear the stereo playing some rock music from the living room. There’s almost NEVER a time in my house that people are awake and the TV is off. Weird!

Jason asked me some casual questions about my dad’s farming and stuff like that, and I told him as much as I understood. Lisa’s knee kept bumping my leg under the table… more often than you would expect. Once when it happened I looked up at her, and she smiled at me. Was she bumping my leg on purpose? Why would she do that?

We went back to Julie’s room after supper.

“Let’s get into our PJs,” said Julie. “Dad says we can stay up as late as we want, so let’s make it a pajama party.”

Without waiting for an answer she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it into a hamper next to her closet, then pushed her stretch pants and socks to the floor. She stepped out of them, tossed them into the hamper, and was standing there in front of my wearing nothing but a pair of yellow panties! I realized I was staring with my mouth open. I closed it.

“Oh, come on,” she said with a scoff. “We’re both girls. We don’t need to be shy.”

I was nervous, but I didn’t want to seem like a scaredy-cat so I took off my own shirt, and then my jeans. I had on my blue panties with the pink elastic.

As I rolled up my dirty clothes and stuffed them into my overnight bag, I realized that Julie was watching me. Then I realized something weird: I LIKED her watching me. I got brave and turned to face her, standing up in just my underwear. We just looked at each other for a moment.

“You’re really pretty, you know,” Julie told me after minute or two. “After we put our PJs on, can I braid your hair?”

We got into some pajamas. Mine was a baggy two-piece set, and Julie went for a thick floor-length nightgown. Julie had me sit on the edge of bed, and she sat behind me on her knees. As she braided my hair I got a really warm, happy feeling, not just in my head but in my body. I loved having her fingers in my hair and sometimes touching my scalp. It didn’t take nearly as long as I wanted it too! Julie lay back on the bed.

“I wonder if they’re gonna do it tonight,” she said suddenly out of the blue.

“Do what?” I said, feeling a little stupid.

“You know, do it.”

Light dawned. “Oh,” I said. “Do that. Wait… you mean… you can hear them? Gross!”

Julie giggled. “Well,” she said, “their room is right next to mine. And Lisa’s pretty noisy. I thought it was kinda gross at first too, but… well… I kind of…”

She blushed.

“Kind of what?”

“Promise you won’t tell anyone?”

“Sure.”

“I kind of like hearing it now. It makes me feel… I don’t know how to explain it. But when I hear them, I kind of understand why people want to do that. You know?”

I started to say that I didn’t know, but then realized it wasn’t really true.

“I kind of know,” I said. “I mean, I’ve never heard my parents or anybody doing anything like that. But now that I know what it is I think about it sometimes and thinking about it makes me feel all weird and tingly. So I think I kind of know what you mean. It seems like adults really like to do it, so it probably feels good. Do you actually think we might hear them doing it?”

Julie thought about that for a minute.

“Probably not,” she said finally. “I bet they won’t do it when I have somebody over.”

“Why? I mean, do they know you can hear them?!”

Julie snickered. “If they don’t know it, they’re in lala land. Seriously, they make A LOT of noise!”

This conversation was really starting to give me that tingly feeling! I was relieved and disappointed all at the same time when we started talking about other stuff. Julie and I ended up watching a DVD movie on her computer… it was the first time I’d seen a TV or anything like that being used in the house all day.

Boy, I wish my parents would let me have a computer in my room! Not that I’m dumb enough to ask for one. By the time our movie was over Jason and Lisa had gone to bed. I was oddly disappointed that we hadn’t heard them doing sex.

Julie and I slept together in her bed. It’s a nice big full-size bed with plenty of room for two girls, but Julie snuggled up close and wrapped her arm around me. I liked it. We talked for awhile, then decided it was time to get some sleep. Julie seemed to pass right out, but I couldn’t sleep right away. Her warm body pressed up against mine was making me feel all tingly again. What’s with this? I don’t understand what it is. I like it and don’t like it all at the same time.

The next day Julie was up before I was, and woke me up by shoving a plate of eggs and bacon in my face. We ate together sitting on her bed, then got dressed for the day.

We did stuff together in the house until it warmed up a little outside, then after lunch we spent the afternoon riding our bikes. Some other kids linked up with us, and we all biked over to the park and hung out for awhile. Some of them seemed a little surprised to see Julie hanging around with me, but nobody said anything and everybody was nice. When we got back to the house Jason was lighting the barbecue grill.

“I figure we might as well,” he said. “Probably the last decent day for it. By the way, Mallory, I just talked to your dad. Sounds like your mom wants to go spend the night with your grandma or something like that. If you want to spend another night here, he’ll drop off another change of clothes in awhile. You can just get dressed for church here in the morning and ride your bike over there.”

Mom wanting to stay with Grandma isn’t great news… it means her and Dad had another big fight. But getting to stay another night with Julie wasn’t something I was about to say no to, either!

Dad dropped my things off while we were eating. Jason invited him to pull up a chair and have some food, but he said he had to get back and left.

After we ate we sat around outside for a little while, enjoying the last warm sunshine we’ll probably get this year. Jason brought out an acoustic guitar and we sang some songs. He plays really good!

After we came inside, Julie said that she needed a bath and wanted to know if I would take one with her. I blinked, and she said the same thing she had the night before. “We’re girls, right? We all have the same stuff!”

The bathtub they have is huge, one of those iron things on clawed feet. Jason mentioned that although that bathroom won’t be there anymore when he’s done remodeling, he’s keeping the tub.

There was plenty of room for Julie and I to sit at opposite ends of the tub. I did my best not to stare when she took off her underwear, but I’ve never really seen another girl’s you-know-what before. She looked right at me down there when I was taking off my panties.

“See?” she said. “Same stuff!”

We lounged in the tub and chatted. I relaxed after a little while, but I had that tingly feeling again. We started washing after awhile, and it was Julie’s idea that we wash each other’s backs and hair.

I did her first, and I was feeling more than just tingly now. I felt a little out of breath. I took a washcloth to her back and went way slower than I needed to. It felt so good to touch her. Then I washed her hair, loving the feeling of her scalp under my fingers.

When she washed me, I felt like she was also taking longer than it really took. Was she enjoying it as much as I did? I wish I knew! But it felt like her fingers sliding across my back were sending little jolts of electricity through my entire body. I closed my eyes and got lost in it… I never wanted it to stop.

But it did. We rinsed, drained the tub, dried off, put on our PJs, and went upstairs. We slipped under the covers of Julie’s bed, and this time I snuggled up to her instead of the other way around. She turned so she was facing me and put her arms around me. We squeezed each other tight.

“I’m glad you’re my friend,” she whispered.

“Me too,” I whispered back. We got into a more comfortable position and started whispering back and forth, mostly about school stuff. A few minutes later we heard footsteps coming up the stairs… just one person. The footsteps were light, so I figured it must be Lisa. There was a light tap on the bedroom door.

“Come in,” Julie called out.

The door opened, and Lisa stood framed in the doorway. Her jeans hugged every curve in her legs and hips. I hope I’m half as pretty when I’m grown up.

“You girls need anything?” she wanted to know.

“We’re good, I think,” said Julie. “Are you going to bed?”

“I think so. Your dad is going to be up for awhile… you know he’s filling in for those shows next month, and he wants to get a start on learning the songs. I think I’ll just read for awhile and crash on my own tonight. Goodnight, girls.”

We both said goodnight, and she closed the door behind her. A second later we heard the door to the other bedroom close.

“She reads really cool books,” Julie whispered. “I don’t think I’m supposed to read them, but I snuck in and flipped through a few of them once.”

“Really? What does she read?”

“They’re like these romance books, but not like the ones my aunt reads. There’s a lot of really dirty stuff in them. Like, you know, sex and stuff. Not just regular sex either. Like, some of them have women having sex with women.”

I kinda knew about that stuff… that women did stuff together and they were called lesbians. But I wasn’t quite sure how something like that was supposed to work! And I knew my parents thought it was very wrong.

“Wow,” I said. “Do you think she’s reading one now?”

“As far as I know it’s the only kind of book she reads,” Julie whispered back.

I wasn’t sure what to say to that, and Julie didn’t seem to have anything to add either. We just lay there in silence for a little while and I thought we’d both just drift off to sleep. But just as my brain was starting to feel all mushy like it does just before I doze off, I heard a gasp from the other room.

I lifted my head a little so my ears were off the pillow and I could hear ragged, heavy breathing. I glanced over at Julie. Her eyes were wide open and I could tell that she was listening too.

“Is she crying?” I whispered urgently.

“I don’t think so,” Julie whispered back. “I hear this sometimes when she goes to bed by herself. I think she’s… I think the word for it is master-baiting.”

“Master what?”

“I’m not sure. If I understand it right, it’s kind of like sex and feels really good. Only you do it by yourself.”

I was really confused, but I shut up and listened carefully. The breathing from the other room was getting louder and more ragged. Then there was a little moan.

Suddenly I realized that Julie was running her fingers up and down my arm as we listened. That tingly feeling was getting really intense! I was having trouble breathing just like before in the bathtub, only a lot worse.

Lisa moaned again, this time louder. Then another moan.

My hand was on Julie’s leg, and I started rubbing it up and down with my fingertips.

I realized Julie’s breathing was kind of raggedy too. The moans were coming every couple of seconds now, and getting higher and louder. Then there were a few short moans really fast and a long, loud one. The bed creaked a little. Then it was quiet in there.

Julie and I were facing each other with our foreheads almost touching. I couldn’t catch my breath, and from the sound of it neither could she.

“What’s happening, Julie?” I whispered. It came out shuddery and harsh. “I feel really weird. Is it always like this when you hear this stuff?”

“Kind of, but not this much,” she said, her whispered voice sounding just as forced as mine. “This is worse than it’s ever been. I’m all shuddery and sweaty and I can’t breath and…”

She stopped.

“And what?”

“I feel all warm inside of my panties. And kind of wet.”

I realized that I felt that way too. Now I was getting scared.

“I think maybe this is what it feels like to be turned on,” she whispered. “You know, to want to have sex.”

“I feel like I want something,” I whispered, “and like I’m gonna go crazy if I don’t get it. You know?”

“Yeah. I wish I knew what to do about it.”

We just lay there in the dark, holding each other. I tried to think about anything else, anything at all. After awhile the feeling started to slip away… a little, at least. I realized Julie had dozed off. I don’t think it was much longer before I fell asleep too.

This morning I was up before Julie. I felt… I don’t know how to say it. Like something I needed was being held out in front of me and I couldn’t reach it. Hang on, let me check my thesaurus. I keep one for my creative writing class. There’s the word I was looking for! Unfulfilled. I was feeling unfulfilled. But I didn’t know why. I still don’t.

I went downstairs to use the bathroom, and Lisa was making pancakes.

“Morning, sleepyhead!”

“Hi,” I said. I couldn’t look at her. I felt awkward. But she walked right up to me, took my chin in her hand, and turned my face up towards hers.

“Hope I didn’t keep you girls up last night,” she said with a twinkle in her eye. I could feel myself blushing.

“I… I mean, I don’t know what…”

“Well, sometimes I kind of, you know, read out loud.” she gave me a wink, then turned back to her pancakes. She knows that we heard, I thought. I think maybe she wanted us to hear. I didn’t know what to think.

Julie came down a few minutes later, and gave Lisa a hug and kiss as if nothing had happened. Then she hugged and kissed me, and was her usual cheerful chatty self.

Okay, I decided. If they can be all cool and normal, I can too. We dug into breakfast, then Julie and I went upstairs so I could get dressed for church.

By this time Julie and I had seen all of each other, so I just took off my pajamas and started changing into the church clothes Dad had brought over. Julie watched me for a moment, then started getting dressed for the day.

“Hey,” she said, “I had a lot of fun this weekend. I want to do it again sometime.”

“Me too,” I said. “Maybe you can stay over at my place soon. Or something. I really like doing stuff with you.”

Neither of us mentioned what we heard last night, or how it made us feel, or the stuff we talked about then. Maybe that’s best.

Continue on to Chapter 3!

 

Daria’s Dreams – Chapter 2

  • Posted on June 10, 2018 at 10:04 am

by Jojo Starr

Two more weeks went by and Daria had several more dreams about Miley. Each time, she knew very clearly who she was with, and it excited her beyond belief. The dreams got progressively more intense as gentle kissing soon progressed to full-on making out. Daria put her hands on her sister’s body in the dreams, which brought her to even newer and more thrilling heights. Sometimes she woke up panting in a sweat, completely flushed and thoroughly aroused, but most of the time she came in her sleep, waking up in the blissful afterglow of her orgasm.

Daria had never felt such thrilling and wonderful sensations in her whole life, but as soon as she was fully awake, she always felt terribly guilty about her dreams. She couldn’t quite reconcile the fact that she felt this way while thinking about her sister, and it drove her crazy.

Every time she woke up she would look across the room at the soft, sleeping form of her little sister, that perfect, wonderful person who she cared about more than anyone else, and she would feel terrible. Miley didn’t deserve this, she thought. She didn’t deserve an older sister who thought about her that way.

Daria couldn’t stop herself from wondering what would happen if Miley ever found out about her dreams. Would she hate her? Never talk to her again? Daria couldn’t bear the thought.

But still, the dreams persisted, so much so that they were beginning to affect Daria’s waking thoughts. Every now and then, Daria would catch herself looking at her sister and feel something wonderful stirring deep inside her, just like she felt in her dreams. It was so conflicting for her. She knew it was wrong to feel those things, but they made her feel so wonderful inside and a part of her didn’t want them to go away.

Lately, she was afraid that part of her was growing stronger and stronger. It was getting to the point where she was getting ready for bed and actually began to wish for the dreams to come back that night. There was simply nothing like them.

Besides, they were getting better and better and she was growing excited to do more with her sister in her dreams. She wanted it to progress beyond kissing and touching – just to see what else they might do.

And then, one night, she got her wish.

She was in the house – in the living room – and got that familiar tingly feeling and swimming sensation in her stomach. Somehow, she knew Miley was nearby. She went to Miley’s room and opened the door. Her heart pounded as she saw her sister and Miley grinned widely, happy to see her.

She felt herself flush with arousal from head to toe and somehow knew Miley was feeling it too. Miley stood up and they started walking towards each other, feeling their arousal increase with each step. Daria wanted her so bad, her entire body ached.

Then, suddenly, they were embracing and kissing passionately. Daria felt a fire burning in her belly, hot and growing hotter by the second. She felt her sister’s body pressing tight against her and felt her sex ache with need.

Their kissing grew heavier and their hands began to roam over each other’s bodies. Daria felt the ache throbbing and growing stronger. Suddenly an instinct took over and she began grinding her hips into her sister’s to try and alleviate the ache. The knowledge that she was pushing and grinding her private parts against her sister thrilled her. It only increased her passion and she began to grind harder.

Miley took her in her arms and pulled her back onto the bed. Daria found herself on top of her sister, her body pressing tightly into her sister. She ground her hips again and Miley began pulling her tighter against her. Daria felt her passion rise higher than ever before and she knew she had to keep grinding.

Her sister’s body felt so exquisite, so soft and delicate beneath her, it was giving her everything she needed. She began to pump her hips hard and tight against Miley’s body and the feeling was so incredible she began to groan out loud.

Everything was hot and intense and Daria knew she was going to have an orgasm – an incredibly powerful one. She was in her sister’s arms and Miley wanted her there.

She thrust and ground, and suddenly her body erupted in the most powerful climax she’d ever experienced. She kept thrusting and pumping into her sister and then the unthinkable happened – she had another orgasm on TOP of the first one! It was beyond anything she’d ever felt.

She kept humping and thrusting, and suddenly a THIRD orgasm wracked her body. She was panting hot and heavy, barely believing what was happening to her. It was all due to her incredibly beautiful, amazing little sister and she found herself crying out her name over and over.

When she woke up, her body was covered in a sheen of sweat and she was panting hotter and heavier than she ever had before. She also felt an exquisite bliss enveloping her entire body that put her in such a calming state, she didn’t care about anything right then. Not feeling guilty, not worrying about her desires, just bliss.

***

What Daria was completely unaware of was that Miley was awake. In fact, Miley had woken up a few times in the past to the sounds of heavy panting from her sister. At first she was worried, but it wasn’t long before she figured out what was happening to her sister. She was having an erotic dream. It was the only explanation.

Miley began to wonder if Daria had a boyfriend at school, or if there was someone she liked that she wasn’t telling her about. It was a little weird to hear her sister panting so heavily, but she knew Daria was asleep and didn’t want to disturb her or embarrass her sister by waking her up.

In fact, there was a small part of Miley that was a little jealous. It seemed that whatever was happening to Daria, she was really enjoying it and Miley wondered what it felt like. Daria almost always woke up afterwards, though, and Miley did her best to pretend she was still sleeping. Usually Daria fell right back asleep, but other times she seemed to stay awake, tossing and turning.

Those nights were frustrating for Miley because she couldn’t sleep either. She just lay awake wondering what Daria had just experienced and what had led to it.

But tonight was different, very, very different. Miley woke up to the sounds of her sister panting heavily and knew it was happening again. She started to listen carefully for any clues of what Daria’s dreams might be about. She couldn’t help herself feeling curious. It just seemed so powerful and intense, whatever it was Daria was feeling.

But tonight, Daria was making more sounds than heavy breathing. As Miley listened, she started to hear the sounds of sheets rustling in a kind of rhythmic pattern. After a few seconds, the rustling got louder and the rhythm started to get heavier and faster. Daria was very clearly moving her body around in some kind of thrusting or humping manner.

Miley was shocked by this at first, and then her heart started to pound. She realized she was eavesdropping on something very personal. Maybe her sister was actually… having sex in her dream! The thought was strange, but kind of thrilling for Miley. She had never had sex before, but had heard about it and was mildly curious about it. And now, from what she was hearing from her sister, it sounded pretty intense!

Miley continued to listen and could now hear Daria making little squealing and grunting noises. If this wasn’t sex, Miley didn’t know what it was. Her heart pounded faster and her body started to tingle all over. This was more thrilling than she thought!

The sheets were rustling heavier and Daria was clearly thrusting her hips more rapidly, against the bed or the sheets or something nearby. And then Miley started to hear sounds like, “Oh! Oh God!” Miley’s eyes opened wide and her heart pounded even faster. Was Daria about to… climax?? The thought was terribly thrilling for Miley. She knew this was something she shouldn’t be hearing, but she couldn’t stop herself. It sounded too exciting.

She strained her ears and could hear more grunting and panting. Then Daria started mewling something soft and inaudible. Miley strained her ears and listened harder. Then, gradually, the sounds got louder: “Oh… Oh God… Muh… Muh… Miley! Oh God, Miley! UNNGH! NNNFFF! UHHNNNFF!” And then silence.

Miley lay completely still with her eyes open wide. There was no mistaking what she heard. It was loud and clear as day. Daria, her own sister, had called out her name during what was very clearly an erotic dream, and even more shocking – at the climax!

What did that mean?? Miley wracked her mind for anything other than the obvious explanation. But no matter how hard she tried, she could only come to one conclusion – that Daria had an erotic dream about her. Somehow, on some level, Daria was sexually attracted to her.

The thought made her queasy and her heart pounded in shock. This most definitely wasn’t normal. But, was it… wrong? The more Miley thought about it, the more she realized it was only a dream. Daria hadn’t ever done anything that remotely suggested she was attracted to her in real life, so really she hadn’t done anything wrong. These dreams were all in her subconscious, so she really couldn’t control them anyway.

What if she hated these dreams? What if she felt awful about them? Miley suddenly started to feel tremendous sympathy for her sister. Come to think of it, Daria had been acting a little strangely around her lately, and was quieter than usual. Maybe these dreams were really getting to her and she really felt terrible about them. Miley suddenly wished there was something she could do to help her sister.

But there was something else, too, something beyond all that. The longer Miley stayed awake and the more she kept thinking, she couldn’t help but replay the sounds she heard her sister making during her dream. They had ignited something in Miley – a curiosity, yes, but also something more.

Miley felt strange about admitting it to herself, but somehow it was absolutely thrilling listening to her sister make those sounds. They were so primal and uninhibited, so raw and direct, so… pure. There was no concealing, no subduing, no beating around the bush. That was what Daria sounded like when she was incredibly aroused and in the throes of orgasm. And it was strangely exciting to hear. It was almost… well, it was… kind of beautiful.

Miley knew she shouldn’t be thinking things like that, but she couldn’t help herself. Besides, they were her own private thoughts, and apparently Daria had some pretty dirty private thoughts of her own!

But there was also something else… something Miley felt immediately in the moment, but dismissed and didn’t come back to it until quite a bit later as she lay in bed, running thoughts through her mind. It happened the moment Daria called out her name, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. It was certainly shocking, yes, but there was something more. What was it? Curiosity? No, it was something more than that… something closer to… flattery? Yes, she almost felt flattered, she realized.

Miley had never given sex much thought, much less considered herself sexually attractive. She simply didn’t think about such things. But here was a case of someone very clearly sexually excited by her, which was strangely thrilling. It was just too bad that person happened to be her sister. Or was it?

Miley had always felt incredibly close to her sister. She loved her more than anything in the world and felt Daria was the one person she knew who truly understood her. She looked up to Daria in so many ways and modelled so much of her life and personality after her. She had always wished she could be just like her sister. Daria was so smart and so beautiful and so dedicated to school and life and anything she put her mind to. She was nothing short of an inspiration to Miley.

And maybe this was part of the reason Miley didn’t feel quite so disgusted or put-off by what she heard, as maybe other girls would if they heard their sisters say that. To Miley, Daria was perfect. And while this was definitely a strange and unexpected development, Miley found it hard to fault her sister too much. The connection between them was simply too strong.

Over the next few days, Miley took it in her stride and treated her sister as if nothing had happened, interacting with her as she always had. She definitely noticed Daria acting a little more strange and distant, but this time she knew why. It frustrated Miley because she hated to see her sister so conflicted. Miley couldn’t imagine what Daria must be going through. It had to be incredibly difficult.

Strangely, Miley began to realize that, rather than freaking her out and creating division between them, that little incident that night had actually caused Miley to feel more even more sympathy and compassion for her sister, bringing them even closer together, at least in her mind.

She felt like she understood Daria better. She knew one of her deepest, most private secrets and truly felt for her. Maybe it was because Daria’s secret was about her and Miley felt strangely flattered by it, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that Miley felt closer to her sister than ever before.

***

Miley found herself staring at her sister in the bathroom. She didn’t know how long she had been doing it, but she couldn’t pull her eyes away. Daria was looking in the mirror, getting herself ready. Doing her hair, making herself look pretty. And she did look pretty. Unbelievably so.

Miley thought she looked gorgeous. She loved looking at Daria. It gave her a wonderful, warm feeling inside, a feeling that was only growing warmer by the second.

And then, Daria turned and looked at her. Miley felt a strange jolt of energy rush through her and her body gave a sort of little shudder. They held eye contact and Miley felt that warm feeling growing hotter and hotter.

There was something about the way Daria was looking at her… something different. Something that made Miley’s heart pound and her knees weak. She had never seen Daria look at her this way before… or had she? She couldn’t remember. All she knew was that her stomach was tying itself in knots and her heart was pounding faster.

And then, Daria started to move towards her. She was moving almost in slow motion and Miley was fixed on every single little detail of her sister’s body. She was moving so slowly and so fluidly, it had a hypnotizing effect on Miley.

Miley knew she was going to approach her, and her heart pounded like never before. She just knew Daria was going to do something – something that made her even weaker than she already was.

Daria walked right up to her and stood right in front of her – inches away. Miley could feel her sister’s heat, her sister’s energy. It was intoxicating. They had never stood so close before. It was scary, but also terribly exciting.

There was something between them – something Miley felt almost tangibly. It was so strong and powerful she couldn’t move. She was simply frozen in place, staring up into Daria’s eyes… Daria’s beautiful, hypnotic eyes.

And then, suddenly, she felt Daria’s warm, soft hands on hers. Miley felt Daria take her hands into her own as they continued gazing into each other’s eyes. It meant something. Something thrilling. Daria’s heat was radiating against her. Miley could feel it and it warmed her.

Then Daria took Miley’s hands and pulled her to the side. Miley knew Daria was pulling her toward the bed.

Daria lay on the bed and Miley laid down next to her. Somehow, Miley knew what was happening. And she wanted it. More than anything. She wanted Daria to show her, to show her what to do.

Daria moved a hand up and brushed a strand of hair out of Miley’s face, gently tucking it behind her ear. Miley thought it was the most beautiful, sweetest gesture and she felt her heart pound even faster. They were getting closer, Miley could feel it. They were right in front of each other, inches apart, looking into each other’s eyes. Miley looked down at her sister’s mouth, saw her lips part slightly. Miley felt a thrill rush through her like she’d never felt before. And then Daria leaned in, closer… closer…

Miley awoke with a gasp, her heart pounding rapidly, her entire body tingling with a thrilling rush. What had just happened? Was it all a dream? No! NO! Miley closed her eyes, desperately wishing it to continue. She thought hard, her brain working desperately to recover the elements and details of the dream. But it was fading. NO, thought Miley. No, no, NO! She tried again but was unable to hold on. She opened her eyes and sighed in frustration.

As she gradually accepted the fact that she was awake and wasn’t going back to sleep any time soon, she began to let her mind clear up a bit. She realized she had been dreaming. She knew the dream was about Daria. And she knew that she was feeling powerful and compelling urges toward her sister… sexual urges. There was no denying it. She had an erotic dream about Daria.

She suddenly realized this is what Daria was going through. She was feeling the exact same things that Miley was feeling right now. Oh, it was so thrilling! So wonderful! And so intense! She suddenly felt closer to her sister than ever before. She had now had the same experience as Daria.

Miley’s heart practically melted in her chest. She suddenly had the urge to tell Daria all about this. About her dream, how powerful it was, how she knew Daria had the same dreams, and that would solve everything. That would bring them even closer together and there would be no more secrets. There might even be… something more between them. Could there? Could it be possible?

And then Miley shook her head. She was being completely ridiculous. Of course, that could never happen. Sisters weren’t supposed to feel these things, let alone act on them. That was absurd! Daria would probably tell her she was a freak for even thinking such things! Miley’s heart sank. She didn’t know what she was thinking.

Still, she knew Daria had these dreams. And now she’d had one too. As she shifted around in her bed, she felt a strange sensation.

She put her hand between her legs and was shocked to discover a wet spot on the front of her panties. That had certainly never happened before! She slipped a finger inside the crotch and could feel that her entire vulva was coated in this wetness. She wiped some of it off, then brought her finger up to her nose. It was a faint musky, slightly bitter aroma. So this is what female arousal smells like, she thought. She wondered if Daria smelled the same way when she got aroused.

And then something hit her. She remembered a few weeks ago when Daria had gotten out of bed, the entire front of her panties were covered in a dark wet spot. It was impossible to miss. But Daria acted as if everything was normal – at least at first, so Miley didn’t say anything.

She thought maybe Daria had an ‘accident’ in bed, but now she realized she probably had one of these dreams. That was her AROUSAL that Miley had seen on the front of her panties! Miley gasped at the realization and a fantastic thrill rushed through her, making her shudder.

She looked over at her sister’s form lying under the covers across the room. Daria was clearly asleep, but Miley felt a strange, powerful connection with her sister right then. She began to wonder why she hadn’t seen any more signs of that on her sister’s panties – it was just that one night. And then it slowly dawned on her that Daria must have been aware of it and was probably being more careful from that point on.

But there still must have been evidence. Her panties must be somewhere and they must have her wetness in them.

Miley lay awake, letting these thoughts run through her head. She bit her lip, wondering if there was a way to find out if Daria was still wetting her panties with her arousal. The more Miley thought about it, the more excited she became and the more she resolved to actually find out for herself.

There was something in her… some need to confirm that her sister was still doing this. She knew it was potentially dangerous, but she just had to find out.

***

It turned out Miley didn’t have to wait long. The very next night, Miley could barely sleep, just lying awake thinking about these things. She heard Daria fall asleep and continued to stay awake for some time. She didn’t know whether she had dozed off or not, but at some point in the night, her eyes popped open as she heard the sounds of rustling.

Her heart immediately began to beat quickly and adrenaline began to rush through her body. Was Daria having another one of her dreams? Miley listened intently, keeping her body as still as possible. She listened to her sister twitch and roll around for a minute or so, and then she thought she could faintly hear Daria’s breathing pick up slightly. In almost no time it was clear that Daria was panting.

Miley’s heart pounded in her chest. Daria was definitely having an erotic dream. There was no doubt about it. Less than a minute later she was whimpering and making that rhythmic thrusting movement again.

Miley turned her head carefully. She wanted to watch. As she focused her eyes, she could make out the form of her sister under her bedsheet. She was facing toward the wall, but her form was clearly outlined by the thin sheet.

Miley could see Daria’s hips thrusting, bucking in her sleep. Miley felt her entire body hot with arousal as she watched. Every sound Daria made thrilled Miley like crazy. Her sounds were so sexy, so erotic, so… hot with passion. Miley felt every nerve in her body on fire as she contemplated the possibility that her sister was dreaming about her again. And then, she heard it.

“Oh… Oh Miley! Ye – Uh! Mmph!”

Her name, Miley, coming from her sister’s passionate, breathy voice. Miley’s eyelids fluttered closed and her breathing increased. She was getting so hot. And then, a few more squeals from her sister, and it was quiet.

Miley silently cursed. It was over way too quickly. She quickly closed her eyes and listened as Daria’s breathing slowed, and heard her turn over. She was awake.

Miley dared not make a single move. Miley desperately wished it would have gone on just a little bit longer. But it didn’t. And now she was stuck waiting.

She heard Daria sigh in frustration, then toss and turn for a while. Miley had no concept of time and didn’t know how late it was or how long she had been listening. All she knew was that there was no way she was going back to sleep.

She just lay there, replaying the events over and over again in her head. Daria’s heavy panting, the form of her body… her gently thrusting hips, her squeals, calling out her sister’s name in the heat of the moment. Miley had never felt so thrilled and turned on in her life. But she couldn’t do anything about it, which also meant she had never been so frustrated before.

The rest of the night was a blur. She was surprised when her alarm rang. It had felt like only a few minutes had gone by, yet at the same time, it felt like hours had passed.

Miley was suddenly wide awake, her body instantly filled with adrenaline and purpose. She thought quickly. She figured she should keep the routine exactly the same so Daria wouldn’t suspect anything. So she got up first, heading to the bathroom to pee and brush her teeth. She realized this is when Daria must be changing. Her heart pounded with anticipation of what she would do when she came out of the bathroom.

After she was done, she walked out of the bathroom, saying “Hi,” to her sister as casually as possible. As usual, Daria seemed a little flustered, muttered a “Hi,”  and headed to the bathroom.

Miley tried to be as casual as possible as she snuck a peek down at her sister’s crotch. She didn’t really get a good look, but as far as she could tell there was no wet spot, which meant Daria had already changed.

As soon as Daria closed the door to the bathroom, Miley tip-toed to the hamper, her heart pounding like crazy. She quietly lifted the lid and her heart skipped as she saw a rumpled pair of panties right on top that weren’t hers. She bit her lip and reached down to touch them. They were warm!

Every nerve in her body trembled with excitement as she picked them up and carefully began to examine them. Immediately she saw that the crotch was wet. Very wet. Her breathing grew shallower and her heart beat even faster. She turned the crotch panel inside out and was shocked to find a considerable amount of slimy, slightly creamy fluid smeared across the inside. Her knees grew weak. This was her sister’s arousal. Gingerly, she took her index finger and wiped up some of it. It was thicker and slimier than hers. She brought it to her nose and it had a similar smell to her own, but with clearly distinct characteristics that belonged just to Daria.

Her entire body tingled with an intense desire and arousal she hadn’t quite expected. She suddenly had powerful urges that shocked and surprised her. She brought her sister’s panties closer to her nose and inhaled. The arousal only got stronger. She suddenly began to wonder what it tasted like. She felt a heavy burning between her legs and had an incredible desire to touch herself, to alleviate that itch. But could she do that while Daria was still in the bathroom?

Suddenly she heard the toilet flush. Daria would be out soon. In a flash, she closed the lid of the hamper and took her sister’s panties, quickly sliding them under her pillow. They would have to wait for later. She tried to look and act as normal as possible as Daria came out of the bathroom, but she doubted she was doing a very good job.

***

All day long, Miley kept thinking about her sister’s panties under her pillow. How she longed to look at them again. Would her sister’s fluids still be on them or would they have dried up? Would they still smell like they did that morning? She couldn’t wait to find out the answers to these questions. But she knew she wouldn’t be able to get to them after school – Daria usually went into their room to do homework. They would have to wait until that evening after Daria fell asleep. And that was incredibly frustrating for Miley.

The entire day had been one long wait for Miley. And, of course, that night, as the girls were getting ready for bed, Miley wasn’t the least bit tired. In fact, she’d never been so excited and energized in her life.

When they settled in bed and the lights were out, Miley knew she would have to wait until Daria was asleep, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t keep herself excited until then. She carefully slipped her hand under her pillow and felt around until she felt her sister’s panties.

Her heart beat quickly in her chest as she slid them around between her fingers. She very carefully felt every single inch of them and could clearly tell where the crotch was because it was still ever so slightly damp. That thrilled Miley like crazy and caused her to squeeze her legs together tightly. Miley lay like this for a long time, just letting the anticipation build as she waited for her sister to fall asleep.

It seemed like forever until Daria finally did fall asleep, but Miley was careful, waiting until she heard her sister’s soft, rhythmic breathing. Once she was sure Daria was asleep, her heart began beating quickly again as her excitement grew.

Very slowly, she began to pull her sister’s panties out from underneath her pillow. She held them to her face and began to sniff them, feeling her entire body grow incredibly aroused as she contemplated the fact that this smell was her sister’s arousal.

Immediately she squeezed her legs together, feeling her entire body tingle. She felt a heavy throbbing between her legs and squeezed her legs together harder, rocking her hips slightly. This felt good, but not good enough.

She rolled onto her stomach and pressed her hips against her mattress. She sighed deeply, her sister’s panties still against her face. This felt better. Much better. She began grinding her hips around on the mattress, breathing in her sister’s scent over and over. Such wonderful, incredible things were happening to her young body, thrilling her like crazy.

As she ground her hips around, her head kept pushing into her pillow – a minor annoyance. Then, suddenly, she had an idea. She looked over at Daria, making sure she was still asleep. Satisfied that she was, Miley carefully took her pillow and slid it down, pulling it next to her. She then rolled her hips to one side and stuffed her pillow between herself and the bed. When she rolled back onto it, her eyes rolled back in her head. Yes! This was IT!

She pushed her hips into the pillow and her jaw dropped open. She couldn’t believe how good it felt. She placed her sister’s panties on the bed in front of her face so she could lean down and sniff them whenever she wanted. She began grinding her hips into the pillow and her eyelids fluttered closed as she gasped in pleasure.

Miley pictured Daria in bed, bucking her hips, panting, crying out Miley’s name, getting her panties wet with her fluids. Miley bit her lip to keep from crying out and leaned down to press her nose against her sister’s panties. She breathed them in over and over, grinding her hips harder and tighter into her pillow.

The pleasure was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. It was intense beyond her wildest dreams. She pumped her hips harder and pictured her sister having an orgasm.

“MMPH!” she squealed and suddenly everything in her body exploded. A pleasure she’d never known seized her, so intense that her entire body froze up, causing her to tremble over and over. It was so powerful and so wonderful and so incredible, she bore down hard against her pillow, desperate to prolong this sensation as long as she could.

She held the image of her beautiful sister in her head, panting and trembling in her own orgasm, thinking of Daria. It was so powerful, Miley came a second time, her entire body shuddering over and over, her nostrils filled with the scent of her sister’s sex. She had no idea anything could feel so incredible.

When it was over, Miley could barely move. She just lay limply on her bed, panting heavily. She felt a heavy bliss settle over her and her eyelids quickly got very heavy.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew she couldn’t stay like this. Mustering all her strength, she rolled her hips to the side, pulled the pillow out from under her, and threw it back at the head of her bed, covering her sister’s panties with it. She plopped her head on the pillow, closed her eyes, and fell into a wonderful, incredibly deep sleep.

Continue on to Chapter 3!

An Unlikely Romance – Chapter 1

  • Posted on June 8, 2018 at 10:43 am

By: Girl Lover

This story was sent to us by Girl Lover. We liked it but felt the sex scenes especially could use some “punching up,” as we say in the writing business. She admitted that she had a difficult time with this story and was happy to receive an assist from Juicy Secrets’ own Cheryl Taggert. Cheryl also provided editing of the original text of the story. Ninety-five percent of this story was written by Girl Lover, so she gets credit, with a nod to Cheryl for her added material.   –The Juicy Secrets Staff

Ten-year-old Akiko stood on the edge of the football field of McCallum Middle-High School, a combination middle school and high school, in the early morning. The air was still cool, though in a few hours the hot Texas sun would bake everything, as a chorus of noises filled the air from a couple dozen 6th grade to 12th grade girls. Some were doing cartwheels; others were reciting their cheers; still others were stretching. Akiko herself was just starting sixth grade, though she should have been in fifth. When her family moved to Austin, Texas, her father had her take advanced placement tests, moving her up a grade. Her eyes nervously watched the older girls on the field. Being new and not knowing anyone made her even more nervous than she already was. After watching for a few seconds more, she managed to pluck up her courage enough to walk over to the sign-in desk.

“Write your name, grade and uniform size,” came the instructions from the obviously bored older teen sitting behind the desk. She had given the same instructions several times during the last half hour and was sick of it. Akiko took the pen and wrote on the blank space. Akiko Hirabayashi. 6th grade. Size extra small.

The teen behind the desk frowned at the name, “A…A-key-koo Hi-ray,” pronouncing it wrongly, “bay…bah– What kind of name is that?!”

Akiko sighed silently. Everyone always had trouble pronouncing her Japanese name. “Ah-kee-ko Hee-ra-bah-yah-shi.”

The teen, however, wasn’t interested, and with a sniff of discontent, she reached into a box and handed Akiko a folded uniform wrapped in a plastic bag, along with a schedule. In her uninterested tone, she told her, “Practice is before school at 8:15. Jane and Elizabeth…,” she pointed to a couple of older high-school girls chatting nearby, “…will show you around.”

Akiko turned and began walking toward them. There was also another girl, seemingly her age, standing beside them. “Excuse me. I was told you would show me around,” Akiko asked quietly.

They turned toward her. “Oh hi,” one of them greeted her cheerfully, “You must be one of the new girls. This is Caroline. She’s new too.” Caroline waved. “Come on.”

They began walking toward the school building. “I’m Jane. This is Elizabeth. We’re in charge of new student orientation. We’ll show you where to go, where not to go, where the cafeteria is, where the student store is…everything you need to know.”

Walking inside the main hall, they turned to the right, down a side corridor. “This is the science hall.”

“That smell is from the dead animals they’re dissecting,” Elizabeth interrupted laughing.

“Yeah,” Jane joined in, “after they’re done, they take ‘em to the cafeteria.”

Both teens laughed as Akiko and Caroline remained quiet, looking apprehensively around at the closed doors, half-wondering if what they said was true. As they came to the corner, about to turn left, Elizabeth pointed to a set of double doors, exiting outside to a stairway leading down, “Those are the Kicker steps, but they’re off limits to you. You have to be a Kicker to use them.”

“Or a Kicker’s girl,” Jane added, “If you try to go by yourselves, the Kickers will throw you off.” The younger girls’ eyes widened in fear.

“What’s a Kicker?” Caroline asked curiously.

“Wanna-be cowboys.”

They continued down the corridors with Jane and Elizabeth pointing out different things as other students hung out in the halls, waiting for the first bell. Noticing a small group of ominous thugs huddled outside the building smoking blatantly, Caroline asked, “Who are they?”

“The assholes of the school,” Jane scowled contemptuously at them. “They’re nothing but a bunch of bullies,” Elizabeth echoed. “They’re always trying to start fights. Last year, they broke a girl’s arm, and once, they actually stabbed someone.”

Jane added, “Whatever you do, don’t get caught alone in the restroom.”

The group moved on. “Okay, here’s our lockers. We have this whole row staked out so pick an empty one.” Akiko and Caroline quickly went forth, claiming two lockers beside each other and happily began putting their things inside. As they finished, Jane and Elizabeth explained the cheerleaders’ routines, such as being on time for morning practice, wearing their uniforms during game days, sitting together during lunch and getting together on weekends. The new girls, excited to be part of such a prestigious group, couldn’t help grinning at everything that the cheerleader squad had to offer. Akiko was especially proud. Being so young and shy, she was worried about not fitting in, but here she was! A cheerleader!

Hearing a commotion, they turned to see the other cheerleaders approaching. “That’s Kerri,” Jane told them, nodding toward the tall, golden-hair teen leading the pack.

Clearly a senior and obviously in charge of the others, Kerri addressed Jane, “You tell ‘em what’s up?”

“Yea.”

Kerri glanced at the new girls for a few seconds as if studying them, then proceeded to her locker along with the others. Akiko’s eyes followed her as she opened her locker. Kerri’s confidence and well-developed body were awe-inspiring. Definitely not the body of a scrawny little kid like Akiko was. To Akiko, she was the most beautiful girl she had ever seen.

The bell rang and so began her first day at her new school. During lunch, as she exited the fast food line, she slowly walked forward, scanning the enormous cafeteria for the cheerleader table. Seeing it, she walked over and then recognized Caroline sitting at the end of a table.

“Hi. Is it okay if I sit with you?” she greeted her shyly.

“Yeah uh…. What’s your name again?”

“Akiko.”

“Ah…” Caroline started, unsure of what the rest was.

“Ah-kee-ko,” Akiko said slowly.

“Akiko,” Caroline repeated, “I’m Caroline.”

Unlike Akiko, Caroline wasn’t shy and quickly made her feel welcome. They talked about being on the cheerleading squad and about being at a new school. They had most of their classes together, except the last one. Caroline was surprised that Akiko was only ten and they learned they were both in the orchestra.

As they talked, Akiko kept stealing glances at Kerri, sitting several chairs away, surrounded by several of the older girls.

“D’ya think she’s bossy?” Caroline suddenly asked.

Akiko shook her head, still staring absent-mindedly, “I think she’s beautiful.” Realizing what she just said, Akiko quickly turned to Caroline “I didn’t mean–”

Caroline smiled, “It’s okay. I know what you mean.”

After school let out, Akiko started for home.

“Akiko!”

Akiko turned around to see Caroline running toward her. “Is it ok if I walk home with you?”

“Yeah. Where do you live?” Akiko asked.

“On Spooner Street.”

“Really? I live right next to you on Evergreen Terrace. Hey, maybe we could walk to school together.”

“My dad drops me off at school on his way to work.”

“Oh,” Akiko said, disappointed. “Well, we can still walk home together can’t we?”

“Sure!”

They chatted until they had to part ways, each going to her home. After getting home, Akiko’s mother came out of the kitchen, asking excitedly, “So, how was it?”

Akiko answered by smiling broadly while opening her backpack and pulling out her uniform, proudly showing it off. Taking it in her hands, her mom asked, “You did it?”

“Yeah! And I made a friend too! We can walk home together! They’re the coolest girls in the whole school–and they let me join them! Me!”

Her mom hugged her, “See, I told you it wouldn’t be so bad.”

“This is going to be so awesome, Mom! Now I’ll be one of the coolest girls in the whole school!”

“I’m so happy for you!”

Akiko started for her room, then turned back after a few steps, “I’m really going to like it here Mom.”

Later that night after Akiko was in bed, Kerri, the tall, beautiful girl,  came to her mind. Kerri. Such a pretty name. Just like her. She was…perfect.

*****

Akiko was in high spirits the next morning as she skipped into the living room.

“Aren’t you excited,” her mom remarked, “You’re going dressed like that?”

“We’re supposed to wear our gym clothes for morning practice,” Akiko explained. “Bye!”

“But you haven’t had breakfast yet.”

“I’ll pick up something in the cafeteria. I wanna get there early,” Akiko replied, eagerly anticipating seeing Caroline again. As well as Kerri.

Akiko eagerly arrived on the field, excited and curious as to what they would be doing. As she was looking around, Caroline found her and ran over. “Hi Akiko.”

“Hello,” Akiko replied back, but before they could talk much, Kerri and a couple of the older girls began lining everyone up. Kerri led them through several moves as she or one of the other teens would correct any of their stances that were wrong. She was amazing to watch. Her seamless movements and jiggling breasts caused Akiko to lose focus on her own movements at times.

Practice went on for another half hour, then the girls went into the locker room to change out of their PE clothes. As Akiko and Caroline were in the midst of changing, they both stared in shock at how several of the older teens completely undressed and went into the shower. After staring in amazement for several seconds, Caroline asked, “Are you gonna take a shower?”

Eyes opened wide, Akiko fearfully shook her head, “Uh-uh!”

Caroline remarked, “Me either.”

As they were standing up to leave, Akiko suddenly noticed Kerri coming towards them, completely naked, carrying her towel by her side instead of wrapped around herself as the others did. Frozen in place, Akiko’s eyes followed as she walked past them to the shower.

After she passed, Caroline whispered laughingly, “OhmyGod! Did you see how big her boobs are?!”

Still in awe, Akiko breathed out quietly, “Yeaaah…”

Caroline grabbed her stuff, “You coming?”

“Umm,…,” then Akiko quickly blurted out, “I need to use the bathroom. Go on. I’ll see you in class.”

“Okay,” Caroline said before leaving. Akiko went into one of the bathroom stalls and closed the door, but remained standing, peeking out of the crack in the door frame. She didn’t need to go but just had to see Kerri again as she came out. She couldn’t see into the shower but watched hopefully through the crack.

After several torturous minutes, Kerri finally came out. Behind the door of the stall, Akiko stopped breathing in her admiration. Though she knew spying like this was wrong, she couldn’t help it. After Kerri left, Akiko slowly opened the door of the stall and came out. Releasing her breath, she stood there for a moment, replaying the scene over again in her mind. Then realizing that she had to go to class, she left.

For the rest of the day, Akiko gazed at Kerri every chance she could. She knew she could never approach her though. After all she was only a 6th grader, a little kid, while Kerri was practically an adult. So for all its futility, Akiko held on to what little she had, which was to simply admire her from afar.

Later that night as she laid in bed, her dreams took her back to the football field. Kerri was helping her with her moves. Holding her arms, guiding them into various poses. ‘You’re doing good,’ Kerri complimented her. ‘I think that’s enough practice. Do you want to take a shower with me?’ . . .

“Sweetie, it’s time to get up.”

Akiko opened her eyes, staring at her mother stupefied for a moment till she realized it was morning. Groaning in regret for having such a lovely dream interrupted, she sluggishly pulled back the covers. Getting up, the thought of seeing Kerri again spurred her to rush through breakfast so that she could get to school.

During the rest of that week, she began to get into the swing of things. She and Caroline learned about the Mac Shack, a fast food joint across the street from the school. It was the cool place to hang out. At practice, she became acquainted with more of the girls but was not nearly as close to them as she was to Caroline. After practice, she always came up with an excuse to remain behind in the locker room after Caroline left in order to catch a glimpse of Kerri coming out of the shower. Though she wanted to talk to Kerri, she was too shy and Kerri seemed too much out of her league.

On the last day, Friday, as they were walking home together, Caroline surprised her by asking, “Is there anyone that you like?”

Akiko looked at her funnily, “Like?”

“You know…,” Caroline smirked, “Like like. As in you got the hots for.”

Put on the spot, Akiko couldn’t help blushing, revealing her answer to Caroline.

Caroline crowed gleefully, “There is! Come on, who is it?!” Akiko looked down, her eyes darting nervously, fiercely trying to think of how to dodge the question. “Who is it?” Caroline prodded impatiently.

“Nobody! I…uh…don’t like anyone,” Akiko stammered in an obviously uncertain tone.

“Yes you do! Please tell me, I promise I won’t laugh.”

Despite Caroline’s assurance, Akiko still couldn’t bring herself to say that she had a crush on another girl, and so blurted out, “Josh Burton!”

“Josh Burton?!” Caroline’s face wrinkled in disgust. Akiko didn’t know why she chose Josh Burton. He was the first boy that popped into her head, and now it was out in the open. “Why do you like him?”

“I-I don’t know. I just do…But not a lot…Just…I don’t know,” Akiko stammered, becoming more uncomfortable by the second.

“It’s okay,” Caroline apologetically tried to reassure her. Akiko remained silent, halfheartedly smiling to show that she wasn’t upset.

“Caroline? What if–” Akiko hesitated.

“What?”

“–Nothing.”

*****

Monday morning after practice. In the locker room, Caroline was waiting on Akiko to finish getting dressed. Akiko, purposely taking her time, told her, “I’ll see you in class.”

As soon as Caroline left, Akiko went into the bathroom stall. Peeking out through the crack, she was not able to see into the shower and tried to picture what Kerri would look like. Water running down her naked body. Her hands gliding over her skin, leaving a bubbly trail of soap, quickly washed away under the misty spray. Akiko’s eyes widened in desire. She had to take a peek! Quietly opening the door and seeing no one, she crept up to the doorway of the communal shower. Holding her breath, she slowly peeked around the edge of the doorway and froze. Kerri’s back was to her. Her golden hair clung wet against her upper back while water streamed down into the crack of her butt and down her legs. Akiko stood mesmerized, unable to turn away.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!”

With a squeal, Akiko jerked around. Jessi, one of the older teens, stood there, staring down at Akiko, a scowl across her face. “Hey Kerri!”

“What?”

“Caught this little dyke checking you out!”

Akiko jerked her head back to see Kerri walking over, her hard eyes penetrating her. Akiko felt the color draining from her face as her lower lip quivered slightly.

“You looking at me?” Kerri’s menacing voice was quiet, with an unmistakable threat in it.

Unable to speak, Akiko shook her head frightfully. After staring for several seconds, Kerri turned and walked back to the running shower. Akiko stood motionless for a moment, then fear caused her to bolt towards her locker, quickly snatching her backpack and tripping in her haste. Sprawling out on the floor, she jumped up and continued running out of the locker room. Once in the hallway, she slowed to a walk so as not to attract attention.

Quickly walking down the crowded hall, she kept her head down while a mixture of emotions filled her: fear, humiliation, but above all, sadness. Sadness over how one so beautiful could be so mean and frightening. All of the lovely images she had of Kerri were gone. As she approached her classroom, she managed to get her feelings in check so as not to arouse questions from the other kids. Still, the matter ate at her all that morning. Noticing that Akiko was quieter than usual, Caroline could see that something was wrong but didn’t ask.

At lunch as she sat down across from Caroline, Akiko glanced at Kerri and Jessi on the other side of the table, wondering if they told anyone, but they seemed to pay her no mind. Finally Caroline asked, “Is something wrong?”

“No.”

“Well, you haven’t said anything all day.”

Akiko searched for an excuse, “I…just don’t feel like talking.”

After lunch, as they left the cafeteria and headed outside to go to the Mac Shack as they always did, Akiko, still upset, didn’t feel like going. She just wanted to be alone for a while. “You go on. I’m going to get some books from the library.”

In the library, Akiko went to the back wall to where the history and nature books she enjoyed reading were. Skimming the shelf, she chose a book and sat down in a comfortable chair set up against the wall, the tall shelves giving her some privacy. For a few minutes, she just stared blankly at the book as the locker room scene replayed in her mind. She had never felt as sad as she did now. She loved Kerri. And now her heart was broken.

“Hi.”

Akiko jumped at the sound even though it was a quiet voice. Watching her from nearby was Samantha, an eighth grader. She was a pretty girl, but Akiko didn’t know her that well, being that they were in different grades. She was attractive, and being older, she had already begun to develop.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” Samantha said quietly.

Akiko eyed her curiously as Samantha continued. “I was–” Samantha paused, looking nervous, “I don’t know how to say this, so I’m just going to say it.” She took a breath, “I’ve been watching you ever since you started school. I’ve been wanting to get to know you better, but I didn’t think you would be into–” She took another breath, then continued shyly, “I saw you in the locker room this morning.”

Akiko’s face instantly became alarmed prompting the girl to quickly add, “Don’t worry! No one else knows. I just–” she paused, smiling. “I just wanted to tell you that, um–” Samantha’s voice dropped to a whisper. “I like girls too.” Akiko’s eyes widened. “And I like you.” Akiko’s mouth dropped open. The morning’s events disappeared from Akiko’s mind as Samantha’s words sank in.

“Ever since I first saw you last week, I’ve been wanting to talk to you.” Samantha smiled and looked embarrassed for a moment, “Actually, um, I’ve been wanting to do more than just talk. I would–like to–uh–kiss you.”

Akiko froze, not knowing what to do.

“There’s an empty classroom in the Science Hall,” Samantha continued, “We could go there and–kiss if you want.” Samantha was very pretty. Before Akiko knew what she was doing, she was nodding her head. Samantha smiled and held out her hand. Akiko took it.

As they walked down the corridor to the Science Hall, Akiko grew more and more excited. Her first kiss! From a girl! Samantha stopped before a door and opened it. They stepped into a dim room, closing the door behind them. Samantha took her hand as Akiko’s heart was beating so hard she was afraid it would burst out of her chest.

“I’ve never done this before,” Samantha whispered excitedly.

“Neither have I,” Akiko whispered back, just as excited.

Samantha stepped closer as Akiko’s breathing became heavier. “Close your eyes,” Samantha whispered.

Akiko closed them. The only sound was her pounding heart. She felt Samantha’s lips on hers. . . .

Then explosive riots of laughter. Akiko’s eyes popped open to see a live frog from the biology classroom, touching her lips. She screamed, jerking back and falling over, smacking her head on the floor. Amidst a chorus of jeers and screams of laughter, she looked up at several girls surrounding her.

Samantha, an ugly grin on her face, pushed the frog towards her, taunting her in a comical voice, “I want to kiss you!”

Akiko tried to scramble back, but the girls pinned her in, chanting, “DYKE…DYKE…DYKE…

KISS ME!! Samantha screamed, pushing the frog against her.

Turning over and scrambling on her hands and knees, Akiko pushed her way through the girls. Flinging open the door, she fled blindly down the hall towards the nearest exit. Tears streaming down her face, she ran–not realizing where she was going till she found herself going across the empty football field, then behind the bleachers on the far side where she collapsed on the ground.

For several minutes she cried bitterly. First Kerri, then Samantha. How could girls be so cruel?! And horrible?! After her tears ran dry, she just stared blankly. Samantha had seemed so nice. The sadness took her again, as she laid on the ground, sobbing. She remained there even after the bell rang, signaling the return to class. She couldn’t go back. She wanted to just run away, but where? How? She couldn’t even tell anyone because the shame was too great. After several minutes, she slowly lifted herself up. First to a sitting position, then to her feet. She forced herself to walk back towards the school building, then inside.

She quietly shuffled along the silent, empty corridor, then to the bathroom to wash her face. Stepping up to the sink, she stared at the tear-streaked face in the mirror with its empty eyes. The life and joy was gone from them. Perhaps never to return. For the hundredth time, she asked why did this all happen. Well, not all girls were mean. Caroline was nice.

The silence was broken by the door opening. Akiko turned around and her stomach dropped as she froze in terror. Two older teens were watching her. She recognized them instantly. The punk thugs that Jane and Elizabeth had warned about on her first day.

Whatever you do, dont get caught alone in the restroom.’

“Well, what do we have here?” one of them smiled wickedly as she sauntered over. Towering a foot and a half taller than Akiko, the spiky-haired punk grabbed Akiko by the collar, “One of those fucking cheerleaders who thinks they’re better than everyone else!”

The other punk, taller than the first with her short, dark-blue, pixyish hair making her look more like a boy, came over, staring at Akiko with steely eyes.

“What the fuck you lookin’ at?! Think you’re better than me?” the first punk growled as Akiko desperately shook her head. Trembling, she closed her eyes. Then the sound of splattering water came to their ears. The spiky-haired punk looked down to see a growing yellow puddle on the floor between Akiko’s legs. The punk laughed, turning to the other, “Little bitch is pissing herself!”

The second punk continued to stare silently and emotionlessly at Akiko, then told the first punk in no uncertain terms, “Let’s go.” The punk released her grip on Akiko’s collar as both punks turned around and left the bathroom.

Akiko grabbed onto the sink as she thought for a second, she was going to throw up. After a minute, the feeling passed. Terrified that they might return, she grabbed several paper towels and quickly wiped up the puddle. Then after pulling up her dress, she wiped her legs as best she could. Realizing that she would have to throw her panties away too, she pulled them down and tossed them into the trash along with the paper towels. Then she stepped out into the hall as the bell rang, signaling the transition to the next period.

Going to her locker as students poured into the hallway, she quickly grabbed her textbook and went to her next class without speaking to anyone. Sitting at her desk, she crossed her legs, praying that no one would see that she wasn’t wearing panties as she kept her eyes down on the table, afraid to look at anyone.

Class went on as usual but the news of how the new girl was a dyke swept through the school. After class, as she walked to her locker, she tried to ignore the stares and whispers, but couldn’t. Approaching her locker, she first saw Caroline looking at her sadly, then noticed Samantha leaning arrogantly beside her locker, smiling nastily with the other cheerleaders tittering beside her.

Akiko lost control as she broke into a run, with the cheerleaders’ jeers following her, drowning out Caroline’s voice calling her name. Running to the nearest door leading outside, she ran out behind the building. Crying inconsolably, she didn’t hear Caroline’s voice until she touched her arm. Looking up, she saw for the first time someone who wasn’t horribly cruel. Someone who felt sorry for her and cared.

Caroline embraced her. “I don’t care what they’re saying. You’re my friend.” Akiko fell into her arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

“I’m s-so embarrassed. I-I don’t know what to do–I can’t go back.”

“Can we tell the teacher?” Caroline asked.

“N-no,” Akiko bawled, “It’ll just make it worse. S-Samantha will s-say I’m making it up. M-my parents will f-find out.”

The bell rang, signaling the start of the next class. “Come on,” Caroline took her hand, “We need to go.”

Akiko pulled back, “I can’t!”

“What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know.”

Caroline took her hand. “Please come. I’ll stay with you and won’t let anyone hurt you.”

Akiko let Caroline lead her back inside. The hall was empty as everyone was already in class, but down the hall beside their lockers, several adults were clustered around something on the floor. As they approached, they recognized the principal and vice-principle among the adults, as well as the nurse crouched down beside someone sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall. Caroline and Akiko’s eyes widened in shock as they recognized Samantha, her face bloody and bruised from being beaten.

“Please talk to us! Who did this to you?” the campus police officer asked Samantha.

“No one,” Samantha slurred. Her face was so battered that Akiko actually felt sorry for her.

“Why won’t you tell us? Girls! Why aren’t you in class?!” Caroline and Akiko turned toward the principal addressing them.

“We have to get our books,” Caroline replied in a small, frightened voice.

“Well, get them and get to class!”

The girls hurried to their lockers, quickly grabbed their books and scurried to class. “Geez! What happened to her?!” Caroline asked. Taking a look back, Akiko replied, “I don’t know.”

Continue on to Chapter 2!

My Family, Friends, and Sex – Chapter 29

  • Posted on June 6, 2018 at 10:15 am

by Purple Les

The days just seemed to fly by. I loved to go to my room and listen to the old records. Some of the ones I liked had people who were still alive even though the albums had come out way back in the nineteen sixties. That’s like a hundred years ago.

The song Mom had taught me was by a guy named Neil Young. He must be in his nineties now. It was called “Helpless.” I got to hear it on one of the albums. The cool part was I could learn other songs I liked by going online. That kept me really busy which Mom seemed to like. Mom had bought a gizmo you put on the guitar to make it easy to tune it. I had fun with that and with doing my drawings too. Of course, none of that helped me with my grades at school but Mom didn’t seem to fuss too much about it.

The snow was almost all gone. The days were longer. It was still cold. Professor Jean Edgeington had brought over her eight-year-old daughter and my friend, Siobhan. Jean had also picked up Mary Tran and her little sister Lucy.

Jean and Mom were having tea in the living room. Siobhan was at the kitchen table showing six-year-old Lucy how to play chess. Lucy was really paying attention to Siobhan.

Me and Mary were just running around the house teasing each other.

Well, we were till Mom said, “Okay, Katy, Mary, if you want to run around and roughhouse put on your coats and boots and go outside.”

So we put our stuff on and went into the backyard. We walked around the edge of the yard holding hands. We stopped by my little cemetery. There were half a dozen little crosses I’d made from Popsicle sticks. Those were for the birds and mice and chipmunks that I had found dead here or there and brought them home to bury. There was a more elaborate cross I’d made for my pet hamster, Dizzy.

We walked to where our yard ended and the woods started.

Mary shook my arm and said, “Look! It’s the time machine. Want to travel?”

I said, “Sure!”

Well, of course, it wasn’t a real time machine. We pretended it was. It was an old station wagon from the last century. The only time we could get to it was in the late fall or early spring. In the summer it was too overgrown to get to it. In the winter it was all covered in snow.

The body was all rusted. Some of the windows were cracked but the only window that was broken was the back one. We squeezed through all the little trees that surrounded it. Then we crawled through the back window and up to the front seat.

A cold wind was blowing but inside the car we were nice and warm out of the wind. It was quiet too.

I sat in the driver seat and Mary in the passenger seat.

“Where are we going, Commander Tran?” I asked Mary.

She rubbed her chin a moment and said, “Let’s go back in time to the Paleolithic age, Captain Watson.”

I stared at her.

“That means caveman times, Captain.”

“Cool!” I said.

I watched Mary move the knob on the radio that moved a needle around a row of numbers. She moved it to the left to the lower numbers. She turned another knob till we heard a click.

“The coordinates are set. Proceed, Captain Watson.” Mary said. The blinker signal stick was in the middle position. If I moved it up we went into the future. If I moved it down we went into the past. I pushed it down.

We pressed ourselves against the seat and made noises with our mouths to sound like we were time travelling.

“We’ve reached our point in time, Captain, stop the ship,” Mary ordered. I moved the blinker back to the middle. We sat there and stared out the windshield.

A chipmunk appeared on the hood and started to stuff little seeds or something in its cheeks.

“Look, Commander! It’s a sabretooth tiger.”

Then a grey squirrel jumped on to the hood.

Mary said, “There’s a woolly mammoth!”

The squirrel chased the chipmunk and then both were gone. Mary was looking at me. Her eyes looked a little wet behind her eyeglasses.

Then we saw Siobhan coming toward us. She was having a hard time getting to us. She fell and when she got up she was full of old leaves in her hair and on her coat. She was waving frantically and saying something but we couldn’t hear her.

“Prepare to return to our own time, Captain Watson. The primitive people here look dangerous. I’ve reset the coordinates. Engage.” Mary ordered.

I pushed the blinker up. We pressed back against the seats and made our time travel noise.

After a moment Mary said, “We’re back.” I pushed the blinker lever back to the middle and we climbed out the back of the station wagon to see what Siobhan wanted.

“Katy, our moms want you and Mary to come back in. They’re going to the store and want us to stay here. They won’t be gone long.” Siobhan explained.

Mary said, “You run back and tell them we’ll be there in a minute.” We watched Siobhan stumble her way back out.

Mary looked scared sort of and I asked her what was wrong. She said, “I have to ask you something but I’m afraid you may say no.”

I looked at her and said, “So. Just ask me.” I couldn’t imagine what would scare her to ask me.

Mary swallowed hard. Then she got down on one knee and took my hand and held it with both of hers. “Katy Watson. I love you with all my heart. Will you marry me?”

Well you could have knocked me over with a soft breath. I could tell she really meant it. I know that now men can marry men. And women can marry women. I knew kids couldn’t really marry each other but I wanted to please Mary.

I made Mary stand back up. I said, “Okay I’ll marry you.”

We ran back to the house. Mom and Jean said goodbye to us and reminded us to behave. Then they got in Jean’s car and headed for the grocery store.

Me and Mary ran into the house.

“Me and Katy are getting married!” Mary yelled out as soon as we got in the kitchen. “Katy, go find something to wear and I’ll arrange the ceremony.”

I ran up to my bedroom. I rummaged through my dresser drawers. I found my summer nightgown. It was white and came down past my knees. I pulled it on over my clothes. I took a white t-shirt from my underwear drawer. I put it on my head and put the short sleeves over my face like a bridal veil. Then I went back down stairs.

Siobhan was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. Siobhan handed me a feather duster for my bouquet. She walked me in to the living room while Lucy sang the bridal march song in her high squeaky voice.

“Here comes the bride.” Lucy sang, “Three miles wide. Here comes the groom all prepared for his doom. Soon they will wed. Then break the bed. Then the groom will never more get ennneey head.”

As Lucy finished singing I was standing next to Mary. She’d taken off her clothes and put on a big white bath towel for her wedding dress. I didn’t know if she had panties on. She had the towel wrapped around her. It was under her armpits and covered her tiny boobies. It came down past her knees and she looked beautiful.

Siobhan opened a cookbook.

She said, “Dear friends, we are here to unite these two in holy wedlock.” Siobhan said a lot of stuff. I was too busy looking at Mary to pay much attention. Mary looked really beautiful to me.

I heard Siobhan say, “Do you, Kathleen Anne Watson, take this girl to be your awful wedded wife? Through good and bad, for the rest of your life?”

My eyes felt kind of wet and it was hard to talk but I said, “I do.”

Siobhan smiled and looked at Mary and said, “And do you, Mary Louise Tran, take this girl to be your awful wedded wife? Through good and bad, for the rest of your life?”

Mary smiled at me and said, “I sure do.”  While I’d been upstairs Mary had made two rings out of pipe cleaners. Siobhan lightly kicked Lucy’s ankle. Now Lucy handed one ring to Mary.

Siobhan said, “Now repeat after me. With this ring, I thee wed.”

Mary said, “With this ring, I thee wed.” Then she placed it on my left hand ring finger.

Lucy handed me the other ring and I said and did the same thing. Then Siobhan said, “I now pronounce you married. You may kiss each other.”

Mary pushed the sleeves of the t-shirt off my face and kissed me. If I live to be one hundred years old and get kissed a billion times I will never forget that kiss Mary gave me right then.

We broke the kiss and I heard Lucy say, “Aw, that’s nice. Now your my big sister too, Katy.”

Siobhan said, “Congratulations. I hope your love will be remembered through the ages. May I kiss the brides?” Then Lucy and Siobhan kissed me and Mary.

“Okay, time for the reception.” I said. I took off my wedding gown and veil and put them on the steps going up to my bedroom.

Mary took off her towel wedding gown and was bare naked. She started to put her clothes on while Lucy and Siobhan watched her.

I found some leftover cake in the fridge. I put it in a big dish. Then I found a green plastic army guy and a Star Wars stormtrooper figure in the kitchen junk drawer. I put them on the cake to be me and Mary.

The four of us sat around the table and ate cake and drank grape juice and talked.

Then Mom and Jean were back. As Jean told the girls to get ready to go, Mary begged my mom to let her sleep over. Finally my mom called Mary’s mom.

On the phone my mom said, “Really, I don’t mind, Grace. Lucy can stay too if you’d like.”

As Siobhan got ready to leave she said to me and Mary, “Have fun consummating your marriage tonight.”

I asked Mary what she meant and Mary said, “It means were going to have sex and make our marriage official.”

Well Jean left with Siobhan and Lucy. Mary would sleep over with me. We had extra tooth brushes that hadn’t been opened. Mary could borrow a pair of my pajamas.

When bedtime came Mary said to my mom, “You don’t have to come up and tuck us in tonight. We’ll be up late. In fact, Aunt Carol, I guess I should call you Mom now. You see you’re my mother-in-law now.”

Then Mary told Mom all about how we’d got married. While Mary was telling Mom all that, I kissed Mom goodnight and went up to my bedroom.

I took off all my clothes and put on my wedding gown. Because it was my summer nighty it was very light. I noticed you could almost see right through it. I put on a lamp and stood so it shown through my nightgown. You could see my legs and everything a little bit through the fabric. My heart was pounding as I heard Mary start up the stairs. When she got to the top she stopped and stared at me.

“You look absolutely beautiful, Katy. I want tonight to be special so I’ll do anything you want me to.”

I swallowed hard. Even though we’d had lots of fun sex before this felt sort of different. I felt a little shy and scared. “Um, anything?” I asked.

Mary slowly walked over to me and kissed me. “Yeah, anything you want, you little perv, anything.” Then she kissed me and held me. She whispered in my ear, “Do you have any mushy music. We could dance like they showed us in gym class.”

I pulled out an album that had all these men wearing pastel-colored suits. It was all polkas and waltzes and slow music. I put on the slow songs and we held hands and put our arms on each other’s back and moved slowly back and forth. Our hands moved down each other’s back till we were touching each other’s butt. The slow songs ended and I said to Mary, “I want you to undress for me. Okay?”

Mary sat me on my bed and stepped back a few steps. She slowly started to undress. I was shaking a little as she pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. “You like me naked?” Mary asked me. I nodded my head “Yes.”

“I love being naked for you, Katy. It makes me so super horny.” Then to prove it Mary started to masturbate. “Does my little perv like watching me rub off?”

“Yeah, I sure do.” was all I could think to say.

“My little sister loves to watch me rub off too. I undress her. Then I lay her down on the bed. I stand with one leg on the bed and the other on the floor so she can really see what I’m doing.”

Then Mary lay on the floor. She spread her legs wide open and stuck a finger inside her pussy. “Yep, Katy. I really love to be watched rubbing off. I don’t care if it’s my mom or sister or your mom watching. I really like doing it for you.”

Mary stopped. She stood up and held her finger out to me. I took it in my mouth and sucked it clean. I love how her pussy tasted.

Mary sat with me on the bed and undid the buttons on the back of my night gown and pushed it off my shoulders. I stood up and the nighty fell around my ankles. Mary put her hands on my hips and said, “My mom really loves your ass.” Then Mary put little love bites and kisses all over my bare butt.

“And Lucy loves feeling your ass too. I have to say I’ve nothing against it either.” As Mary pressed her soft wet lips on my right ass cheek, she then turned me around and said, “But that’s what I really want. Your sweet little twat.” Mary pushed me down on the bed.

The next thing I knew Mary was laying on top of me on the bed grinding her pussy against mine and I’d come.

We just couldn’t seem to stop fooling around. I know at one point Mary set her smart phone on one of my headboard shelves and made a video of us having sex. She also took pictures of us. We tried things we’d thought about just to try them.

I guess we must have consummated our marriage a half dozen times.  We just couldn’t seem to stop. I can’t even remember all of it. We took a break at some point. We went downstairs nude. We peed and washed up and had a snack. Mom had gone to bed and didn’t see or hear us.

Back upstairs in my bed we cuddled and talked. We touched each other like we would touch ourselves. Nothing was off limits.

We were laying with our hand on each other’s pussy. Mary said, “This is great. I think sometimes that I’d like to be with as many other girls and women as I can. But I only really need you.”

“You mean you want to be with a lot of different girls? Or do you want to be with a lot of girls all at the same time?”

Mary laughed and said, “Yes.”

I laughed too.

Then Mary said, “I like being with my mom and sister at the same time. I wonder what it would be like to be with…um, you know. To be with like you and Siobhan and Lucy, and all our mom’s too and your Aunt Billie. It would be cool if Pam could be with all of us too.”

I said, “I really think that’s a hot idea.” Then even though our pussies were getting kind of sore to keep rubbing we rubbed each other off once more anyway before we fell asleep.

In the morning I woke up to Mary playing with my pussy. She smiled and gave me a kiss as I began to wake up. I had a come moments later. We lay in bed just talking and touching. We went downstairs together to the bathroom. We watched each other on the toilet peeing. Then we showered together. We didn’t dress.

Mom was still asleep. Her bedroom door was closed anyway. I made some breakfast for us and started some coffee for Mom. Me and Mary went back up to my room. Mary showed me the stuff on her phone she’d recorded.

Mary said, “I’ll be showing this to my mom, and Lucy later tonight. That’s okay isn’t it?”

Mary was slowly working a finger up inside my pussy. I said, “Yeah. It’s okay.” The thought of the three of them looking at it together was making me wet.

With her free hand Mary moved something on the phone and all of sudden I was watching Lucy and Siobhan having sex. “Cool, huh?”

My answer was to have another come a few moments later. We stayed in bed resting for a while.

Mary made my sock monkey doll, Ingrid, dance around and say silly things. We finally got dressed and went downstairs. Mom was at the kitchen table drinking coffee. She took Mary home later. I went along and we had lunch at the Tran’s restaurant.

It was a few days later. I was in the living room. Mom called my name from the kitchen. There was something in her voice that made me go running in to the kitchen.

Mom was leaning her weight on the table. Her hands gripped the table so hard her knuckles were white. At first I thought that somehow the table was trying to float to the ceiling and Mom was trying to hold it down. Her face was all twisted.

Her voice was soft and raspy as she looked at me and said, “Top left shelf next to sink. Pills. Get them down for me.”

I climbed up on the kitchen counter. I opened the cupboard. On the top shelf I could just make out a large amber bottle with a white top. I stood on my tiptoes and I couldn’t reach it. My fingers touched it and it moved back farther on the shelf. I jumped and managed to grab it. I sat down on the counter and jumped down on the floor.

Mom fell into a chair. I couldn’t open the bottle. Mom said, “Push the top down and turn it the wrong way while you push.” It opened and I put a white pill in front of Mom. I got a glass of water and held it up to her mouth after she’d put the pill in her mouth with a real shaky hand. She sat there. She took three more pills even though I could see on the bottle she should only take one.

“Are you okay?” I asked her unable to keep the worry out of my voice. Mom kissed my head. She headed for the living room and fell on to the couch.

I got her pillow from her bedroom and covered her with a blanket. Mom said, “Thanks, Angel. I’m okay now.” Then she fell asleep.

I called Aunt Billie on the phone. I told her what happened. She said, “I’ll be over first thing in the morning. I think she’ll be okay for the night. If anything changes call me. It doesn’t matter how late.”

After we’d hung up, I brought down my pillow and sleeping bag from my room. I slept on the floor in front of the couch in case Mom needed me.

Aunt Billie showed up in the morning before I’d even woke up. She helped me get ready for school. Aunt Billie told me Mom would be okay and that she’d be here with Mom all day. And when I got home from school she was. Aunt Billie had ordered dinner from the Tran’s restaurant. Mom seemed fine. She even ate more than normal.

Mom told me she just had a touch of the flu. Aunt Billie gave Mom a dirty look. The next day everything was back to normal. Except instead of keeping those pills in the cupboard Mom carried them with her all the time now. She also began to carry a little pipe. It had marijuana in it. Mom would smoke a little now and then at the strangest times. She swore me not to tell anyone. But she did it in front of some people. Like Mrs Tran and Aunt Billie. Mom even smoked it in front of Sandie.

Other than that everything seemed okay. The days went by and the weather got warmer till suddenly things started to get green and flowers began to blossom.

Continue on to Chapter 30!

Daria’s Dreams Chapter 1

  • Posted on May 25, 2018 at 8:40 am

by Jojo Starr

She was warm, and soft, and unbelievably pretty. So pretty it made Daria’s stomach twist up in knots and her throat unable to speak.

Daria felt her heart pounding and her body started to tingle all over. It was happening again and it felt good… so good. Daria could feel herself breathing heavier and her temperature rising fast. She felt her face and chest flush and another thrilling tingle took hold of her. She could feel the girl’s body heat close to her, and she felt her own temperature rise even higher.

The girl’s skin was so soft and smooth, her hands so delicate. Daria could smell the girl’s skin and hair, and it made her heart pound even faster.

She felt an urge inside – a deep, throbbing, incredibly powerful urge – stronger than she’d ever felt before. It was so intoxicating, so wonderfully thrilling and dizzying. This girl had a strange and intense power over Daria, and Daria felt absolutely helpless to resist it.

Daria wanted her – desperately. She’d never felt anything so powerful. Her body burned for her. Her breath was quick, her heart was beating out of control. She couldn’t resist the urge any longer. Her body trembling with desire, she leaned forward into the girl, opened her mouth, and…

Daria’s eyes opened wide. The girl had vanished, but her body was still throbbing with incredible desire.

Daria tried desperately to hang on to the memory – it had felt so good – but it was fading fast. The more she tried to recall it, the faster it seemed to fade.

She bit her lip and silently cursed herself. Her body was completely worked up – hot, tingling, and flushed. She had never been so aroused in her life – only in these dreams. And this was the fourth one already!

She swallowed dryly, wondering what it was all about. It was so strange for her… The dreams had always been about a girl, and Daria suspected it was the same one, but she could never remember the girl’s face.

Daria was utterly confused. She had never been attracted to girls before – at least that she was aware of – and yet these dreams had caused such incredibly powerful feelings in her. Feelings beyond anything she’d ever felt in real life for anyone – boys or girls.

Was she a lesbian? She had no idea. She didn’t want to throw a label on herself on the basis of a few dreams, especially when she didn’t feel anything particular for girls while she was awake.

But still, she couldn’t deny the power of those dreams. They were so powerful and so strong, and they awakened such wonderful feelings in her that made her feel so alive, so full of passion and desire.

She kind of hated to admit it to herself, but she secretly loved those dreams. They were so thrilling and so sexual and so intense. She was getting to the point where she kind of wished for them each night. They provided a welcome dose of excitement to her otherwise average, boring life.

So what if they were about a girl, she started to think. They were only dreams. It’s not like she was doing anything in real life. And besides, only she knew about them. They were her own private little secret.

Even so, at the same time, they were incredibly frustrating. They got Daria all worked up and excited beyond her wildest dreams, and then somehow they managed to stop right when she was about to do something really exciting and naughty, like kiss the girl. She desperately wanted the dream to continue, but after she woke up, her adrenaline was going so fast there was no way she was getting back to sleep.

It was also frustrating that she couldn’t remember the girl’s face. It always seemed like while she was dreaming, she was always looking right at the girl and into her eyes, which was part of why it was so exciting.

She knew the girl was pretty – the prettiest girl she’d ever seen, in fact. So pretty it made her whole body weak. But for the life of her, she couldn’t remember any specifics. If she could, maybe she could think about the girl during the day and get that same feeling back, maybe do a little bit of daydreaming. But without any specifics, there was nothing to hold on to, and nothing she could use to piece together the memory and recreate that feeling.

Daria bit her lip and looked over at her nightstand clock. It was 5:15 am. There was no point in trying to go back to sleep, since she would have to get up for school in another half hour. So she lay awake in bed and let her mind run wild, which was pretty much the only thing she could do.

Daria was sixteen, and a junior in high school. She had never had a boyfriend – didn’t see the point, really – and spent most of her time focusing on school and getting good grades. In fact, she hadn’t even really given sex much thought at all… until these dreams, that is. Thinking about sex had never really done much for her, and she never really had a desire to explore that side of life. She never masturbated – again, not really seeing the point – and never had any sexual urges – at least, none that she thought were worth spending any time on.

But lately things were different. These dreams had started a few weeks ago, and there was quite a gap between the first and second ones. But then the third one followed just a few days after the second one, and this one came just a few days after that. This was already the second one she’d had this week.

These dreams were awakening something in her body she didn’t know she had. Something deep and primal and powerfully sexual. A few weeks ago, Daria would have laughed if anyone asked her if she was a sexual person, but now she wasn’t so sure. These feelings were so intense and so wonderful, she was now starting to see the appeal and why people seemed to talk about sex so much.

Still, it’s not like she had any sexual experience to speak of, and she wouldn’t know what the hell to do if she was presented with an opportunity. All she had were urges. But, oh, what wonderful, incredibly thrilling urges!

All she could hope for was to keep having them and to try harder every time to hang on to those dreams before they faded from her memory. Maybe, just maybe, she would even be able to stay asleep long enough to actually DO something with that mystery girl! She could only hope.

Daria sighed and rolled onto her side. She looked across the room at the bed against the opposite wall and saw the small form of her sister under the sheets, breathing softly. Daria felt her heart melt as she lingered on her sister’s form. Miley was the one person in the world she loved more than anything else.

While most kids her age were idiots and only cared about partying or boyfriends or doing stupid stuff, Miley was different. She was sweet, kind, and incredibly intelligent. Miley was only fourteen and had just started high school, but already she was getting even better grades and was showing more promise and potential than Daria had at that age. Daria had no doubt Miley would go far in life – she might even end up changing the world one day.

Daria loved her sister so much. She was so impressed with how she was growing up and was so incredibly proud of her. All through junior high, Miley had gone against the grain and stayed ahead of her class, keeping her focus, not doing any of the stupid things her peers did. Daria had been incredibly impressed with that.

And now that she was in high school, Miley was already a member of five different clubs, on the swim team, and heading the honor roll committee for her class. She was destined for greatness, Daria just knew it. She had long conversations with Miley about staying focused and being future-oriented. They bonded over their knack for their studies and commiserated over being somewhat socially outcast. Neither had very many close friends, but they had each other. And that’s what mattered.

Daria was also shocked at what a beautiful young woman Miley was becoming. Miley was already much prettier than she was, and seemingly growing more and more beautiful by the day. If she kept this up, there would be no stopping what she could do in the world!

But still, Daria knew that with beauty came a price. She was careful to caution Miley against the distraction of boys and keep her mind focused on her studies. Daria knew that Miley really looked up to her, and she paid close attention to anything Daria said, following her advice to a T.

Their father had left when they were in single digits, and their mother worked fulltime, so in a sense, it kind of felt like Daria had raised her sister. It had certainly brought them closer together. Daria knew that no matter what happened in life, whatever college or career choices came their way, they would always have each other. And that was incredibly comforting.

Daria kept letting her mind go, thinking about all the wonderful times she and Miley had over the years and how incredibly proud of her she was. It was so nice and relaxing, and seemed to distract her almost completely from the frustration of her dream earlier.

It wasn’t long before Daria’s alarm finally went off and she sighed, knowing she would have to stop yet another wonderful train of thought to get out of bed and get ready for school.

As she climbed out of bed, she saw Miley stir. Daria took a moment to watch her sister wake up, just marveling at what an amazing, beautiful person she was.

Slowly, Miley turned over and opened her puffy eyes, her gaze settling on Daria.

Daria smiled.

“Hey,” Miley said, groggily.

“Hey, sis,” Daria smiled. “Sleep well?”

Miley nodded slowly. “Yeah, too well, I think,” she said. “It sucks to have to get up now.”

Daria chuckled. “I know what you mean.”

She held her sister’s gaze, smiling sweetly.

Miley smiled back, and Daria was once again so incredibly grateful for the connection they had together.

She sighed, resigning herself to the day. “Well… mind if I use the bathroom first?”

Miley slowly shook her head. “Go ahead,” she said in a slightly gravelly voice.

Daria turned and walked to the bathroom, and as she did, she felt something a little curious. She looked down at herself and her heart practically pounded out of her chest.

The entire crotch of her panties was completely damp and darkened with moisture!

She was mortified! She had just been standing right in front of her sister, carrying on a conversation!

Had Miley noticed? Oh God, that would have been horrible!

Daria tried to keep her cool as she walked into the bathroom and closed and locked the door. Then she fell back against the wall, staring at herself in the mirror, panting with shock.

She couldn’t believe it! It was SO OBVIOUS! There was no way Miley could have missed it. Oh God, what must she be THINKING?That I’d peed!That I’d… MASTURBATED!

Daria panicked as she reached over, spinning the roll of toilet paper, and tore off a bunch. She began wiping the front of her panties, but that did absolutely nothing. She then pulled the waistband of her panties away from her body and looked down. Her eyes widened in shock. There was a thick, gooey puddle of fluid on the crotch of her panties with several thick strands stretching up to her puffy, swollen pussy lips.

What the hell had happened to her? She quickly shoved the wadded toilet paper down into her panties and began soaking up the fluids, wiping herself as well. She pulled the wad back out and inspected it, scrunching her nose as she looked at the thick, creamy fluid coating the wad. She leaned her nose close to it and immediately pulled back, eyes wide. It was SO strong! She threw the toilet paper into the toilet and then sat down and started to pee.

As she peed, she looked down into the crotch of her panties that was staring right up at her from between her legs. It was absolutely soaked. She didn’t know how she’d be able to hide it from her sister. She would have to walk out of the bathroom eventually, and Miley would be walking in. Surely she would see it again! 

Daria contemplated pulling another pair of dirty panties out of the laundry and putting those on, but that would be just as suspicious, she thought. Miley would surely wonder why she had changed her panties before she’d even taken a shower. What was she going to do?

She decided she would just get in the shower and unlock the door so Miley could brush her teeth. It was the only way. They didn’t usually share the bathroom like this, being respectful of each other’s space. Even though they shared a room, the bathroom was always a private space where they would be alone. But this time Daria didn’t have a choice.

She finished peeing and wiped herself, then took off all her clothes and threw them in the hamper. Then she turned on the shower, unlocked the door, and stepped in the shower under the water.

“Hey!” Daria called out once she was in the shower. “Sorry, I just needed to get in the shower. I just felt really nasty for some reason…”

As soon as she said it, she realized she could have given herself away. She cursed herself, squeezing her eyes shut. “Um… So… you can go ahead and brush your teeth or whatever. The door’s unlocked!”

“Oh… okay!” Miley called out, her tone clearly acknowledging the unusualness of the situation.

A few seconds later, Daria heard the bathroom door open. She felt a strange sensation as her sister entered the room. Somehow, it felt like Miley was invading on her personal space and Daria was acutely aware of the nakedness of her body in the presence of her sister, even though the shower doors were heavily frosted. It was a strange sensation, but not entirely uncomfortable. Daria couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but it was definitely weird.

“Hey, um…” Miley began. “I’ve gotta pee… Is that okay?”

Daria realized she was trapped. She couldn’t deny her sister one of the body’s most basic urges, especially when she wasn’t doing anything to directly prevent her.

“Um, yeah! Sure,” she said, trying to be as casual as possible.

She was surprised at how shaken up her “underwear situation” had gotten her.

Daria heard the toilet lid go up and somehow it seemed magnified in the small room. The toilet was right next to the shower and no matter how much Daria tried, she found herself unable to ignore it.

Her eyes shifted over, and through the frosted glass, she could see the blurry form of her sister pull down her panties and sit down on the toilet. Something twitched inside of Daria – she didn’t know why. Why was she even looking that way? She turned her head away and tried to focus on washing herself, but a few seconds later, she began to hear Miley’s pee hitting the water.

Somehow the sound, just like the toilet lid, was magnified in her head and she couldn’t shake the image of her sister sitting on the toilet peeing. It was an image that had never entered her mind before and it was strangely unsettling. For the entire duration of Miley’s pee, Daria couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was weird, and twisted, she knew, so why was she doing it? She had no idea. Suddenly she realized her heart was pounding and her stomach was tying itself in knots. The only other time she had felt like that was…

No! Stop!Daria shook her head and pushed those thoughts away. What the hell was wrong with her? It must be all her nerves from freaking out about her panties earlier… and all the crazy things she had felt in her dream. They were playing all kinds of tricks on her and it was really weird and freaky.

Suddenly, Daria heard the toilet flush and she kept her eyes closed so she wouldn’t be tempted to look out through the frosted glass again and see her sister pull her underwear back up. It was a good thing she didn’t see her wiping, either, she thought. Wait, shit! Why am I thinking it now? Stop it, Daria, stop it!

A few seconds later, Miley had turned on the faucet and began washing her face and brushing her teeth. That, at least, was far less distracting.

Daria pushed everything out of her head, focusing on washing herself. She forced herself to think of all the things she had to get done that day and all the assignments that were coming up in her classes. That definitely distracted her and she was able to finish washing herself until Miley finally walked out of the bathroom and closed the door, leaving Daria alone in the bathroom.

 

After that incredibly strange morning, Daria seemed to have no problem getting back to what was really important – her studies. She was applying to colleges next year and had already started doing some preliminary research on it. It was so exhausting and time-consuming, it took up most of the afternoon. Daria went the whole rest of the day trying to forget, as much as possible, the strange events of that morning. That night, she actually made a point of NOT wishing for another dream like she had the previous night.

And she didn’t. The next day she woke up refreshed and ready to start the day anew. She was glad she had one less thing to worry about as she threw herself completely into her studies and college research.

The next day was just the same, only as she was doing her history homework, for an ever-so-brief moment, she found herself wanting to feel again like she felt in those dreams. It had been a while – well, only a few days – and she was starting to… want it again? She didn’t know. It did feel so incredible, she remembered. But it was also a terrible distraction. Maybe it was best she didn’t have those dreams anymore, after all.

 

And then… there she was, like a miracle, the girl of her dreams. All the incredible sensations came back to her, the heat, the buildup, the desire.

Daria was hot and flushed. She couldn’t help it. She wanted it. This time, she really wanted it. The girl created so much heat in her, so much life. And she was so beautiful, so incredibly beautiful. She stirred such incredible passions in Daria, she felt like anything was possible.

Daria felt her breathing increase. She couldn’t believe she was here with her again… She wanted her so badly, more than anything. She was flushed and hot, and her body tingled all over. The girl was so soft, so sensual, so feminine.

Daria felt herself tremble in the face of this girl’s exquisite beauty. The attraction between them was like nothing she’d ever felt. Somehow she knew the girl was feeling the exact same things she was. She could see it in her face, feel it in her heat, smell it emanating from her. They looked at each other, breathing deeply, knowing they both wanted it more than anything.

The girl reached out her soft, delicate hands to touch Daria, and Daria reached out to touch the girl’s soft, smooth skin. Warmth. Heat. Shudders ran up and down their bodies. Their breathing got hotter and heavier. They were close, so close.

Daria could feel the girl’s heat against her and it drove her wild. She could feel the girl’s hot breath on her face, her hot, wonderful, delicious breath. Daria breathed it in and shuddered. It was so sexy, so feminine.

There was an understanding between them, an attraction they felt deep inside their bodies. They both wanted it, to kiss. They both desperately wanted to feel their lips on each other. It would be so wonderful, so thrilling, so hot.

Daria leaned her face toward the girl’s and tilted it at an angle. The girl moved right with her, tilting her head in the opposite direction. They were breathing hot and heavy, right against each other’s mouths.

Daria could smell the girl’s scent – her body, her aroma, her breath. It was intoxicating beyond her wildest imagination. Somehow she knew – they both knew – this kiss would be more than just a kiss. It was the culmination of something, but she couldn’t tell what. Right then, she really didn’t care. She just wanted to kiss the girl. Feel her lips on hers. Get to the point she’d always longed for but had never been able to achieve.

Her body ached like never before. She trembled, her heart pounded, her sex throbbed. Then, she leaned forward, and their lips made contact, wonderful, glorious, intense contact.

The thrills and sensations that coursed through Daria’s body at that moment were unlike anything she had ever felt. It was powerfully intense and she found herself gasping desperately for breath. All her nerves were alive and throbbing with a fiery electricity that thrilled her. It was indescribable – so wonderful, so thrilling, and so powerful. She felt better than she ever had in her life. She felt her heart melt and felt intensely connected with this girl, more than she realized previously.

It was like a light bulb went on and she suddenly realized who it was. She’d known it all along, she realized, but now, with this kiss and this thrilling rush of sensations, the clarity of it was obvious. Daria felt another incredible rush course through her as she kissed her sister Miley, happy that she was giving her the same thrilling rush she was experiencing right then.

Daria’s eyes opened in a flash. She was gasping for breath. It was dark and she was still in her bed. Her body still tingled from the incredible intensity of the sensations she’d just experienced. For a second, all she felt was bliss – wonderful, thrilling bliss. And then in the next second, she recalled her dream, and the clarity of who the girl was hit her like a ton of bricks.

She had been thinking about Miley, her own sister, her OWN SISTER! What the hell was wrong with her? Daria’s stomach churned and she felt like she was going to be sick. But the sensations… they had felt so incredible… They were stronger and more intense this time than they’d ever been. What the hell was happening to her?

Daria was so confused. She buried her face in her pillow and tried to forget everything. But it wouldn’t go away. Images of Miley flashed through her mind – sitting in front of her, breathing heavily, hot, flushed, awakening those feelings in Daria all over again. Daria tossed around again in frustration. Was she going crazy?

Daria knew she had to relax. She lay still and took several deep breaths to calm herself down. She was smart. She could figure this out. There had to be a rational explanation for all this.

She ran through several possibilities in her head. Maybe Miley had, for some reason, just popped into her head at the last minute and the mystery girl hadn’t really been her at all. But the more Daria thought about that, the more she knew it wasn’t true.

Each time she thought about Miley being the mystery girl, she felt a knot of nausea in the pit of her stomach, but she also felt her heart thump harder and a thrilling twinge throughout the rest of her body that was eerily similar to the arousal she’d felt in the dream. She knew it was wrong to think about her sister that way, but somehow her body overrode that. She couldn’t control what she felt, and when she thought about the girl in her dreams being Miley, she felt an erotic rush.

What did this mean? Was she attracted to her little sister?? Daria thought about Miley and all the times they’d shared, all the things they’d done together. She felt so much love for her sister it was overwhelming.

And then, suddenly, she realized how close they were. They had been close their whole lives. Even when the option to get their own rooms came up, they decided to stay in the same room together because they were that happy being around each other. Miley was the one person in her life she loved more than anything. Could it be possible she loved her in a sexual way too?

Daria bit her lip and admitted to herself that her sister was extraordinarily beautiful. Sometimes she would just look at her and simply marvel that anyone could be so gorgeous. But even those times, she surely didn’t feel anything sexual toward her, did she? Were these dreams somehow expressing feelings she’d always felt but never wanted to confront? She remembered Freud’s theories on dreams, but that couldn’t be true, could it? Everyone agreed Freud was outdated. Right?

Daria let these thoughts play around in her head until her alarm went off again. She looked across the room and saw Miley begin to stir. Something inside her stomach churned and she realized she couldn’t deal with Miley right now. She couldn’t even look at her. It was too confusing. So she did the only thing she could think of and pretend to be asleep.

Daria lay completely still as she heard her sister slowly get up and turn off the alarm. She heard Miley climb out of bed and walk over to her own bed. A tingle rushed through her body. Then she felt Miley’s hand on her shoulder, her soft, gentle, feminine hand. Daria felt another thrill rush through her that she couldn’t ignore. It was wonderful and she hated herself for feeling it.

“Hey,” Miley whispered. “Time to get up.”

Daria just groaned, pretending to be asleep. “You go ahead,” she said, her eyes still closed. “I’ll be up in a minute.”

“’Kay,” Miley said, and walked off toward the bathroom, closing the door.

Daria snapped her eyes open.

What the hell am I going to do? I can’t avoid my sister like this forever. We live together. Hell, we live in the same room! 

She started to panic, not seeing any easy way out of this problem. Then she shook her head and told herself to focus. First things was first. She had to get out of bed.

Then she remembered what happened last time. Daria slid her hand down between her legs and felt her panties were thoroughly soaked. Her eyes popped open wide in surprise. Not only that, but her pussy was incredibly sensitive to the touch – more so than it had ever been.

She threw off her sheets and sat up. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pulled them back. Her eyes widened as she saw that there was an even bigger puddle of fluid than there had been last time and it completely covered her crotch. She had to clean this up.

Daria stood up, perhaps a little too fast, as her head suddenly felt faint. Slowly, she regained her senses and ran to her drawer to grab a new pair of panties. She slowly began to pull the ones she had on down, pressing them tight against her body as she tried to wipe away all the fluids that covered her.

When she got to her pussy, wiping heavily across it, she gasped, her knees momentarily going weak. She couldn’t believe how sensitive she was down there! She pulled her panties all the way off, wadded them up, and continued to wipe the excess fluids that still coated her pussy. Then she tossed them into the hamper and put on a clean pair just as she heard the bathroom door open.

“Hey,” Miley said, stepping out into the room.

“H-hey…” Daria said, still terribly flustered.

Miley looked up at her sister, curiously.

“You okay?” she asked.

Daria was startled.

Did she suspect something?

“Uh… Y-yeah, it’s… It’s nothing. I’m fine.”

Miley looked skeptical.

“You look a little… I dunno, startled or something.”

“Uh, no… No, I’m… I’m fine,” Daria stuttered. She knew Miley would never buy it. She thought quickly. “I just… I just had a… a bad dream, that’s all,” she said, praying Miley would be satisfied with that.

Miley just raised her eyebrows nonchalantly. “Oh,” she said, and walked back to her side of the room.

Daria breathed a sigh of relief.

“Well… I’m gonna pop in the shower, if that’s okay with you,” she said.

“Sure, go ahead,” Miley said.

Daria rushed into the bathroom, closing and locking the door, relieved to finally have some time and space to herself.

As she sat on the toilet peeing, she was surprised to find that she was actually catching her breath. What is wrong with me?She kept thinking over and over again.

When she finally climbed into the shower, she took a deep breath and tried to relax. Everything had been so hectic so far, it was nice to have some warm water cascading over her body and some time to think.

She was so surprised at how sensitive her private parts were, she knew there had to be a reason. Why was it so much more intense last night? She had never felt anything like it. It was so powerful, it was almost like… and then it hit her.

It was an orgasm.I just had my very first orgasm. 

That’s why it was so intense. It made perfect sense. Her mind spun at the realization. As she recalled the sensations she’d felt, she realized it had been the most incredible and powerful feeling she’d ever experienced.

And then her stomach flipped. The moment she had the orgasm was the moment she finally kissed the dream girl, and the moment she realized the dream girl was her sister. The idea of kissing her own sister had made her come for the very first time.

Daria’s mind spun even more. She didn’t know if she could handle how heavy all this was. She loved that sensation dearly, and desperately wanted to experience it again.

But she got it while thinking about her sister! And she had never come close to anything like it before in her life. Would she ever again? Was she doomed to link an orgasm with thoughts of her sister? Is that what she would have to think about if she ever wanted another one? What the hell was wrong with her?!

Daria was tired of thinking. She tried to shut her mind off as best she could and finish her shower.

Continue on to Chapter 2

Tracy’s Dilemma and the Tapestry It Weaves, Chapter 19

  • Posted on May 19, 2018 at 10:03 am

By: Cheryl Taggert

Candace took a deep breath. It helped calm her nerves to know her older sister Pauline knew Candace was aware of the child porn Pauline owned but had kept a secret. Pauline had wondered at first if Candace was going to call the police about the illegal DVD’s. Her reply had put Pauline at ease. She suggested it was time for everyone to confess to their illicit sexual behaviors. Of course, Pauline didn’t know that Lexi knew about the DVD’s, nor did she know that Lexi was extremely experienced in lesbian sex, not to mention years of masturbation as well.

But Pauline was about to find out. And if all went as planned, they would all be having a lot more fun together in the future.

“Well?” Pauline asked. “What kind of confession could you possibly make that would be anything like what you know about me now?”

“First, let me ask you a few questions,” Candace said, wanting to maintain the upper hand in this conversation. Pauline was ten years older than she was and was used to being in charge. Candace would now need to assert herself to be in charge now.

“I guess that’s fair,” Pauline said.

“How long have you enjoyed fantasizing about little girls?”

Pauline blushed and swallowed. This would not be an easy conversation, regardless where it went. “For a while now.”

“What’s a while? A year? Five years? Ten?”

“Longer,” Pauline admitted.

“So since you were younger than I am now?”

Pauline nodded, afraid to speak.

“C’mon. Out with it,” Candace said. “How old were you when you first knew you wanted to have sex with a little girl?”

“Fifteen.”

“Who was it?”

“Don’t make me say it, Candace. Please,” Pauline said, shaking her head gently.

“Sorry, Pauline. I have to.”

“You already can guess, can’t you?”

Candace could see she would have to say it. “Was it me?” Pauline nodded, unable to answer again.

“Why didn’t you try it?”

“I was scared.”

“Of what?” Candace asked.

“Of everything. I was scared because I was having those thoughts and feelings. I was scared you’d tell if I so much as touched you. Everything.”

“I wouldn’t have told.”

“I didn’t know that, and if you did, I could go to some place for delinquent girls.”

“Okay,” Candace said. “I understand, but you’ve left a lot of years of fun behind by not at least seeing how I would react to it.”

Pauline hung her head, whether from shame or regret, Candace didn’t know. “Let’s move on,” she said. “Where did you get those DVD’s?”

“Online. I found someone online that I got to know and she sent them to me after chatting with me for over a year. We got to know each other rather well. We’d do video chat online and masturbate for each other. I used a P.O. box in Fremont. I was surprised she actually sent them. When I got a notice a package was there for pickup, I was scared to claim it. Then I figured if someone knew what it was, I could claim someone must have sent it by mistake or as some sick joke or something, but when I claimed it, nobody said or did anything. They had no idea what was in the package.”

You and this woman would chat and masturbate together online?”

“Yes.”

“How did you find out she had stuff like this?”

“We talked about our fantasies, and she confessed she had one about little girls. I couldn’t believe it. I had actually met someone online who had the same feelings and desires I did. We would get on camera and play with ourselves while talking about what we’d do if we had a little girl who was interested in doing things with us.”

“How long ago did you get the movies?”

“About a year. We still chat sometimes.”

“Is she pretty?” Candace asked, wondering if the woman might get repaid for taking such a chance by getting to watch Lexi with her mom.

“Pretty enough, I suppose. She’s not ugly or obese or anything. Just . . . average, I guess.”

“Have you ever thought about Lexi in that way?”

Pauline stared at her sister, wondering why she would want to know every intimate detail of her sexual fantasy life. She asked her. “Why would you want to know that? Do I have to tell you every little detail?”

“Yes, you do. Don’t worry, my own confession is coming.”

“Okay, yes. I have. She’s such a pretty girl, but of course, I could never do anything about it. She had no idea how many times I’ve walked in on her when she was taking a bath just to see her for later fantasies. I would even tell Janet about it.”

“Janet’s your friend from online?”

“Yes,” Pauline said.

“Why haven’t you tried something with Lexi?”

“Are you crazy? She’s my daughter! Having a fantasy about it is all fine, but to do it–really do it–is out of the question!”

“Why?”

“Because! She’d end up having nightmares about how her mommy had sex with her! She’d end up needing therapy, and I’d end up in jail for raping my own daughter!”

Candace decided it was time she let her big sister know about all the fun she and Lexi had been having for the past five years.

“Okay, maybe after I tell you a few things about me, you’ll not feel that way,” Candace said. She looked over at Pauline, who looked frightened while at the same time looking curious. It was as if she longed to hear the confession but afraid of what it could be.

“Do you remember my friend Phyllis?”

“The one who died in the accident?” Pauline asked.

“Yeah. Remember how we were inseparable?”

Pauline figured out at least where part of this was going. “Oh, my. Did the two of you have sex?”

Candace smiled. “Just all the fucking time.”

“I never realized it,” Pauline said.

“That’s too bad. You could have had us both.”

“How old were the two of you when you started?”

“Like a week after we met.”

“Oh, my! Really?!”

“Uh-huh.”

“But you were only–what?–ten when you met?”

“Yeah.”

“So the two of you were doing things with each other–sexual things–when you were only ten?”

Candace nodded. “And that’s not all.”

“It’s not? What else could there be? I mean, having sex with a girl your age when you were ten is enough, don’t you think?”

“Nothing is ever enough when it comes to sex–for Phyllis or me.”

“Then what? What did you do that was more than that?”

“We seduced Lexi.”

Pauline’s face showed the utter shock she experienced from that statement. “Lexi?! My Lexi?!” Candace nodded.

“When?”

“When she was five.”

“Oh, my God! You’ve been having sex with Lexi since she was only five? Do five-year-olds even like sex?”

“Of course they do, if it’s handled properly. You have a DVD that proves that,” Candace said. “That one is a mom with her daughter who’s only about five or six. It’s obvious that wasn’t their first time in bed together. That little girl was LOVING what her mom was doing to her. She was coming, in case you didn’t notice.”

“Oh, my God! I guess you’re right.” Pauline looked at her younger sister. “You mean Lexi likes it? The way that little girl in the video likes it?”

“Even more. I mean, she’s been doing this with me since she was five. She’s ten now. She is very experienced and extremely good at making love with a woman.”

“So the two of you have been involved with each other since she was five?”

“Yes.”

“And she enjoys–”

“Everything,” Candace said, finishing her older sister’s sentence.

Pauline flushed, her face growing hot as the blush spread up her neck and onto her face. “Does she know how to–”

“Everything, Pauline. She does everything and she loves doing everything . . . as well as having everything done to her.”

“Then the nights she would stay with you . . . the two of you would–”

“Fuck each other’s brains out.”

“How did you and Phyllis get her to do these things?”

“We just asked her if she wanted to play big girl games with us. She took to it like a golden retriever to swimming.”

“And she’s never expressed any shame or guilt?”

“Of course not. Think about it, Pauline. People don’t feel guilty until they get caught doing things they shouldn’t and people start heaping shame on them. Until that point, they love what they’re doing. Otherwise, they’d stop doing it.”

“Oh, my God. You’re right.”

“Of course, I’m right,” Candace said. “And what’s more, Lexi wants to have sex with you, too. In fact, her idea was to join you in the shower today and start sucking your boobs and fingering you to let you know about how we found your private stash of kiddie porn.”

“Holy shit! I’d have fainted!”

“That’s what I said. Anyway, she’s in her room right now, probably playing with her pussy just thinking about what might happen.”

“Do you think I should?” Pauline asked.

Candace was exasperated. “Do I think you should?! I think you should have seduced me when I was five! Why in the world would you pass up an opportunity like this? You’re not forcing her to do anything, believe me. For the last five years, you’ve had the world’s most sexually charged pre-pubescent girl! Don’t you think it’s about time you do something about it? Let’s go have sex with each other. A lesbian incest threesome. What could be better?”

“You want to have sex with me, too?”

“Duh! Of course, unless nineteen is too old for you. My pussy is absolutely creaming with the thought of it!”

“Are you sure Lexi wants this?”

“Where have you been the past ten minutes?”

Pauline stared at her bedroom door, thinking about what awaited her through that door and just down the hallway. The girl she’d lusted about for the past few years. Her daughter. Lexi. Ten-year-old, sexy–HORNY–Lexi. And she was more than willing to do everything her mother ever fantasized about.

She looked at her little sister and nodded. “Okay.”

“Great! But first, we have to be properly undressed,” Candace said, and laughed. She began pulling Pauline’s top off while Pauline just sat there, a blank look on her face as she tried to take this all in. When Candace pulled her own top off and said, “Well?” Pauline started undressing herself. Soon, the sisters were naked.

Pauline stared at her sister and her shaved pubes, feeling her mouth watering already over the sight. “I’m so sorry I never tried to seduce you when you were little.”

“I am too, but you can make up for it with Lexi.”

With that, Candace pushed her older sister back onto the bed and said, “Call Lexi in here” before diving face-first into Pauline’s pussy. “I’ve waited to taste this since I was little,” she declared and sunk her tongue into Pauline’s wet pussy for the first time.

“Oh,” Pauline said. “Oh, shit, that feels good.”

Candace stopped licking long enough to say, “Call Lexi.”

“Oh, yeah,” Pauline said before hollering toward her door, “Lexi? Come in here, please!”

Candace couldn’t help laughing and lifting her face for a second to say, “I’m sure she will!” Then she returned to the feast she was enjoying.

Seconds later, the door burst open, and Lexi was standing there, a huge grin on her face as she took in what was happening on her mother’s bed. She jumped up and down for a few seconds, clapping before shouting, “YAY!” Then she stripped off her clothes and joined her mother and aunt on her mom’s bed.

Lexi stared at her mother’s pussy and thought to herself, I came out of there! Her aunt had her tongue buried deep into her mother’s pussy, tasting her own sister’s juices. Lexi was jealous.

“Can I lick you?” she asked her mom. “Please?”

Pauline looked at her daughter. The ten-year-old was eager to make oral love to her own mother. The woman felt her heart swell and wondered why she’d waited so long to initiate this wonderful mother-daughter activity. Hell, she had already chastised herself over not engaging in sexual fun with her baby sister–who was no longer a baby, but had admitted she would have loved her older sister to teach her when she was one.

What she hadn’t confessed to Candace was she had licked both her pussy and Lexi’s when they were babies. She had licked her when she was still a toddler and not old enough to remember it. She’d done the same with Lexi, even going so far as to play with her pussy and lick it when she was only a baby. She’d stopped with both of them when she figured they were getting to a point they might remember what she was doing to them. It had been a difficult habit to break.

Smiling at her daughter and feeling her own body jolt at the pleasure Candace was giving her, she said, “Of course, sweetheart. We can do this as often as you like from now on.”

Lexi grinned and hugged her mother. Then she kissed her, sliding her tongue into her mother’s mouth for the first time. She relished the feel of her mother’s tongue as it danced a seductive dance with her own.

For her part, Pauline was amazed at how good a kisser her little ten-year-old daughter was. She thrilled at the sexual kiss, once again considering that she could have been doing this for the past five years if she’d only taken the chance. At this thought, she realized how much she wanted to taste her daughter’s immature pussy. But that could wait. She’d waited this long, she could manage a few more minutes.

Lexi began moving down her mother’s body, licking and kissing her way along the smooth skin, tonguing and sucking on the nipples before giving each a playful nibble. Again, Pauline was flabbergasted at the girl’s ability as a lover.

Finally, Lexi arrived at her mother’s pussy and nudged Candace aside to allow her to put her face between her mother’s legs. Sticking out her tongue, she began sliding it along her mother’s slit, from the vagina to the clit, taking note of each slippery fold until arriving at the engorged organ that was the center of sexual pleasure. Her mother’s clitoris felt like a large swollen mass beneath the thin layer of lubricated skin. Lexi considered its size. It felt like it was as big as the end of her index finger. Candace’s clit wasn’t nearly this big. It was more like the size of a bean. Her mother’s clit didn’t protrude or anything, but she could feel the mass of swollen flesh beneath as it trembled with desire.

Candace moved to where she could make oral love to her older sister’s boobs. She ended up suckling Pauline like a baby, taking the nipple into her mouth and enjoying the feel of it inside her mouth. Then she moved to the other breast, doing the same to it.

For her part, Pauline felt as though she was going to go off like a rocket, blasting off from the bed with the power of her orgasm, which was swiftly approaching. The woman noted how good Lexi was at doing this as well. She had the body of a child, but her mouth seemed to be more like the mouth of a young woman in her twenties, it was so aware of what to do and when to do it.

Finally, Pauline felt the orgasm slam into her, making her body tremble and heave. Her grunts and groans filled her bedroom, each one signalling how wonderful this was.

After a minute, she had to ease her daughter’s mouth from her pussy, the sensations were so overwhelming. Lying back, she did her best to catch her breath while allowing the sweat to evaporate and cool her body down. She knew her pussy, and it would be ready for more spasms in another ten minutes. For now, though, it needed to rest and recuperate.

Candace rose from the bed and retrieved something from her sister’s closet that Pauline didn’t realize she knew was there: a folding massage table. She’d seen it once months ago while staying overnight with Lexi while Pauline was out of town for her job. Candace had wondered why Pauline would have a massage table since she lived alone.

As she set the table up, she asked, “Where did you get this?”

Pauline looked at the table that she had nearly forgotten about it had been so long since it had been used. “Oh, my. I forgot about that. Lexi’s father and I used it when we were married.”

Candace looked at Pauline with a mischievous grin. “You think it’s okay if we start using it again?”

Pauline smiled. “Of course.”

Candace finished setting the table up and crooked her finger at Lexi. “Come here, you.”

Lexi grinned. She’d found the table as well and wondered about it. For some reason, she’d never mentioned it to either Candace or her mother.

Climbing down from the bed, Lexi went to Candace, who helped the girl onto the table. “Lie on your tummy and put your face where the hole is,” Candace instructed. “Now, just relax while your mom and I make you feel, well, orgasmic.” Candace grinned at Pauline, who rose and went over to the massage table. She remembered some amazing orgasms while lying here, but the best one was the orgasm she had not mentioned to her daughter or sister. She recalled the last time this table had been used. She and Lexi’s father’s secretary had enjoyed it one day about a week before her husband had left both her and Lexi forever by running off with that same secretary. Until today, Pauline had no desire to use the table and had considered selling it.

Now, she would make sure it was used much more often.

Candace had left the room, returning with her purse. She fished inside and brought out two tiny bottles of lubricating oils that she carried everywhere with her. Handing one to Pauline, she opened the other and squirted some into her hands, rubbing the lotion between them to warm it. Then stepping to the prone child, she began rubbing the oils over the flawless skin. She began at the girl’s feet and moved up her legs.

“You can start on her back,” Candace said, and Pauline squirted the fragrant lubricant into her palm to warm and spread on Lexi’s back.

As each woman worked, she eyed Lexi’s shapely little butt, the first of their prizes for giving the child a massage. Of course, they also knew that Lexi would enjoy the massage as well, especially when they got to those intimate areas.

As Candace rubbed Lexi’s legs, first the right, then the left, Pauline massaged Lexi’s back, moving down the shoulders toward the gorgeous butt. Pauline glanced at her younger sister and saw that she was already breathing hard from the excitement of massaging Lexi’s immature body.

Soon, both women had moved down the girl’s body to her butt. They stared at the fleshy orbs, the crack bisecting the flesh, and glanced at each other, as if for permission to move to the child’s ass.

“You take the left buttock; I’ll take the right,” Candace said, her breathing once again giving away her excitement.

Pauline moved to her daughter’s left cheek and began kneading the flesh. Lexi sighed, followed by a moan as her aunt began massaging her other butt cheek. Lexi could feel the movements stretching her butt and stimulating her anus. She felt someone’s fingers, she wasn’t sure whose, move into the crack and rub some of the scented oil there, lubricating her butthole. Then a finger popped inside, moved in and out smoothly, going in just far enough to create pleasure.

The child waited as she enjoyed the sensations flowing through her body. She waited for someone to move lower. For someone to start massaging her pussy, which lay between her legs and, from above, beneath her anus. Her legs now lay spread to the point that her feet were no longer on the table. She wasn’t sure if she moved them or her mother or aunt did. She didn’t care. She just wanted someone to touch her pussy, to rub those pleasant oils into the soft flesh there, to massage her tiny clit until she burst.

Then someone was doing just that. An oil-covered hand moved between her legs and began pinching the labia together, squeezing her clit at the same time. Then the hand extended a finger and inserted it a short way into her vagina, where it began to piston slowly in and out, matching the movements of the other finger in her butthole. Lexi felt the vibrations deep within her body. She could feel one finger fucking her butthole, another masturbating her like some small dick, riding in and out. She knew about dicks, though she’d never seen one in real life, and she knew they grew soft after an orgasm. That was the best thing about fingers. They never grew soft. They were always available to enter one of her two holes, the holes that gave her unbelievable pleasure.

“Turn onto your back,” she heard her aunt say. She didn’t really want to, but she complied. She was afraid whoever had a finger in her butt may have to pull it out, but that didn’t happen. The finger remained inside her there, as well as the one in her pussy. Whoever had a finger in her pussy was also massaging her clit with her thumb.

Then a mouth was on her there, licking her clit. She couldn’t help herself. She had to see who it was licking her, hoping it was her mother. She stretched her neck and looked down along her naked body.

What she saw made her body jolt with the pleasure. Her mother’s face was at her pussy, her tongue licking her as her mouth covered the top half of her little cunt. Candace was smiling down at the sight as well, celebrating the final union between mother and daughter. From the angles, Lexi could see it was her aunt whose finger was in her butt. That meant her mom was the one fingering her pussy.

The effect of knowing this was immediate. The orgasm that had been lurking inside since the moment she and her aunt had finalized their plan to include Lexi’s mother in their lovemaking, burst on the child without any further warning. She thrashed and moaned as wave after wave of her climax rolled throughout her body. She felt her tummy muscles clench and relax, clench and relax, as the shuddering took her.

She felt the finger being pulled out of her butt, and in a sort of dream, she saw her aunt’s pussy hovering over her mouth before the woman’s hips dropped and planted the mature cunt onto Lexi’s mouth. In seconds, the child’s nineteen-year-old aunt was sliding her pussy along Lexi’s face, stimulating Candace’s clit and smearing the natural juices onto Lexi’s mouth, nose, and face.

Then Candace was coming. She screamed out her orgasm as it rocked her. Reaching down, Candace spread her labia wide, allowing her clit to pop up from her hiding place and rub itself against her niece’s lips, tongue, teeth, and nose. She hunched her body against the child until she could take it no more.

Candace rose from the table and collapsed on her sister’s bed before she fell to the floor with the sheer energy drain the orgasm had produced. An old Victorian novel came to mind, specifically a word used back then for an orgasm. In those books, people frequently would “spend,” instead of come. Yes, she thought, I am definitely spent. She lay there, unable to move for an entire five minutes. When she again opened her eyes, it appeared all three of them had “spent” themselves into an exhausted bliss.

“I gotta sleep now,” Candace said.

“Be my guest,” Pauline answered, feeling a love for her sister she’d never experienced before. The woman looked at her daughter on the massage table. Pauline smiled as she saw that Lexi was already asleep.

Pauline lay beside her younger sister, who was already asleep herself and thought about her life and how much it had changed in the past hour. She looked over at her sister again and then at her daughter. “Yes,” she whispered to herself, “I think the change is definitely for the better.”

Relax, dear readers! Chapter 20 will be “coming” in no time! (Anyone remember Tabitha, the employee at Toys-R-Us?? She will figure in the next chapter.)