Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Go here for a guide to the women and girls who populate “Sweet Poppy.” To get a thumbnail summary of the plot, please check out the Chapter Links.

by Joe Dornish

I was awakened by someone moving around on the bed. When I squinted through blurry eyes, Lottie had gotten up – off to the bathroom, most likely. I was still snuggled up to Nicole.

“Mmmm, that was a lovely nap,” I sighed, trailing off onto a yawn. “How long was I asleep?”

Nicole’s fingers brushed my cheek. “Not long, only about twenty minutes.”

“Gosh, it always feels longer.”

“I know what you mean. Time does funny things when you are in the throes of passion.”

I looked around for a clock. “What time is it, anyway?”

“Nearly seven.”

“I’m feeling hungry,” I said, sitting up and stretching.

“Me too,” said Lottie, returning from the bathroom.

I climbed out of bed. “Come on, then… let’s see if anyone else is ready to eat!”

The others were way ahead of us. Kiki and Mum were in the kitchen, Henri, Mia, Emma and Beth were at the dining table, Lilly and Evie were cuddling by the fire. Everyone was naked, or nearly so.

When we went into the kitchen, Mum smiled and gave me a warm hug. “How’s my baby girl? Did you have fun?”

“Loads of fun! Nicole and Lottie are brilliant, and fucking them was awesome.”

“High praise indeed, coming from our young prodigy. I’d like to experience this awesome fucking myself, and soon,” said Kiki. I love her direct approach, spoken in that soft, posh accent as if she could get away with saying anything. It’s awesome to hear Kiki swear, too; she uses rude words with such class.

“That’s easily arranged,” Nicole said, gently touching Kiki’s arm. “Perhaps after we’ve eaten, we can… get together?”

“With Henri, too!” exclaimed Lottie, grinning at Kiki’s daughter, who blushed quite charmingly. “I’ve been wanting to do sex with her for… for ages!”

“I’d like that,” Henri replied. “And I’ve been crushing on you, too, something fierce.”

It’s a lovely plan, my darlings,” said Kiki. “Now, let’s get ourselves fed, then I can have my wicked way with you. I was going to do a sit-down dinner for everyone, but the kids were hungry so I’ve done them nuggets and chips. It seemed best to just lay out an impromptu buffet, then we can all just pick at it as and when we like.” With everyone likely to be disappearing here and there in random groups and pairs to fuck, this made perfect sense to me.

Kiki’s last-minute buffet was incredible. There were lots of fancy cheeses, sliced meats and fresh bread hot from the oven. She’d also made a huge tossed salad, along with cold chicken, prawns and the nuggets and chips that she’d already mentioned.

I got myself a plate and loaded it up, then joined the others at the table. Mum came over and sat with us, while Lottie and Nicole ate in the kitchen and chatted with Kiki while she fussed over the food. Not long after I sat down Evie and Lilly finished and ran off giggling, hand in hand. That left Mum, Mia and me at the table.

I looked from one to the other. “So come on then… how’d you two get on? I’m dying to know.”

Mia broke into a huge grin. “You were right, Poppy… your Mum is a great lover.”

“I can see why you keep this one all to yourself,” Mum told me, briefly touching her lips to Mia’s hand. “Such a sexy little minx! I already want to be with her again.”

“Me too,” chuckled a bashful Mia. They shared an adoring glance then came together in a tender kiss. I was delighted to see they’d got on so well, and was imagining what it would be like to share a bed with them both. How could that be anything but delightful?

“How about you?” Mia asked. “What was it like with Mum and Lottie?”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh my God… it was soooo good.”

Unable and unwilling to contain my excitement, I told them all about what happened with Nicole and Lottie and how mind-blowing it was. Then we swapped stories of what we’d been up to since then.

Mia had been busy, to say the least. After spending quite a long time with my mum she had a threesome with Henri and Kiki, and then had sex with Beth on the rug while some of the others watched. While she was resting, Mum got into a wild little orgy with Emma, Beth and Nicole. I wasn’t surprised to hear that Mum went straight from there to a one to one session with sexy seven-year-old Evie, spreading the girl out in front of the fireplace and going down on her for everyone to see. Mum’s face lit up like the North Star when she described it to us. No question, she was smitten with that little girl.

After everyone had eaten or at least nibbled on something, we gathered in the living area around the fire. In addition to the two large sofas, there were plenty of bean bags and large cushions on the floor. I was sitting between Mum and Kiki on one sofa with Henri sort of lying at our feet. Nicole, Lottie and Emma were on the other sofa, Beth and Mia were on bean bags and Evie and Lilly were lying on two cushions on the floor.

There was lots of chatter about the wonderful day we’d all had so far – especially from the Buckly and Cornish families, since it was their first time at Kiki’s. Beth was quite chatty, and it felt especially nice to see her opening up. She was usually quite shy and hardly spoke while at school, but now she was happily nattering away with everyone. I suppose fucking a bunch of women and girls you’ve only just met will tend to bring you out of your shell a bit.

I was listening to Kiki talking about a restaurant in Paris, and got distracted when I heard Lilly say, “What, now? Hee hee, okay!”

I looked over my shoulder in time to see Evie stretch out on her back. Lilly got on top of her and they arranged themselves in a sixty-nine, licking each other in front of everyone.

“My word, those two are sexy little minxes, aren’t they?” sighed Emma. She was in a position to know, having enjoyed some quality time with the both of them earlier.

“Aren’t they just,” answered Kiki, opening her legs as she began to masturbate.

Soon everyone else was touching their pussy while they watched the little ones make love on the plush carpet. I had one leg hooked over Mum’s and the other over Kiki’s as I rubbed myself. Honestly, masturbating along with everyone else turned me on every bit as much as the sight of Evie and my baby sister licking each other’s pussies.

Kiki and Mum both came quickly, but I wanted to save my orgasm for a bit. so I fingered my slit very gently while I watched the others. Beth got off next, followed by Mia, then both Evie and Lilly came in each other’s mouths. When they sat up and came together in a passionate kiss, everyone cheered and applauded.

“What a wonderful show! Thank you, girls,” said Kiki.

Lilly got to her feet. “Um, Kiki… I need to go to the toilet. D’you want to come with me again?”

“Yes, please,” Kiki said. She took my sister by the hand and they left the room, all smiles.

I was pretty sure that at some point in the afternoon, Kiki had played with Lilly while she peed. And since Lilly had just invited her along to the toilet again, she must have enjoyed it.

I leaned in and whispered to Mum, “Kiki touched my pussy in the loo while I was peeing.”

Mum said, “I know, sweetie. She checked with me first to make sure it was okay. Did you enjoy it?”

“It was fun. I mean, it wasn’t enough to make me come or anything, but Kiki looked like she enjoyed it.”

That made her laugh. “Kiki enjoyed it a lot more than she let on, believe you me. Watersports aren’t really my thing or Henri’s, but when Kiki’s in the mood we’ll usually indulge her… because she enjoys it, also because we love her so much.”

“Does she only play with you on the toilet? Or do you do other stuff, too?”

“Kiki does love to touch us, yes… but what she really likes is when we pee on her.”

“What? How? I mean, doesn’t the bed get all messed up?” I had so many questions I didn’t know where to start.

Mum giggled. “No, silly, we use the bathroom. Kiki lies down in the tub or kneels on the tiles, then Henri and I stand above her and we just… let it go.”

“Um… which part of her do you pee on?”

“All over, but she especially likes it on her face and in her mouth.”

I was shocked… yet also intrigued. Once again, I realised how much I still had to learn about being a lesbian. “That’s so mad. Maybe I’ll try it sometime.”

“She’ll be pleased to hear that.”

“Does Kiki come when you wee on her?”

“Sometimes she brings herself off with this waterproof vibrator,” Mum said, “but for her, watersports isn’t just about having orgasms, it’s something she genuinely enjoys.”

I sort of knew about vibrators; what they were and how you used one, but I’d never heard Mum mention anything about them before. “Er, Mum… do you ever use a vibrator?”

“I certainly do. I’ve used other kinds of sex toys, too. You know, I’m a bit surprised that you’ve not asked me about that kind of thing before.”

“Wait, wait – you have sex toys of your own?”

“Of course.”

“Why do I not know about this? Is it a secret?”

Mum took my hand, gave it a squeeze. “It’s not a secret, sweetheart, but I’ve deliberately held off introducing them to you and your sister for the moment. Poppy, there are lots of sexual things you and Lilly have yet to experience. I’ll discuss them with you girls when I think you’re ready, or when you express an interest. Like I did when we introduced you to the pleasures of exhibitionism. It was something you discovered on your own, so I was happy to help you explore it.”

“Can you help me explore sex toys, then? Um, I’m expressing an interest right now!”

“If you want to, sweetie, then yes… but let’s save that for another day, okay?”

“Okay, then.” I gave her a tender kiss and said, “Love ya, Mum.”

“I love you too, sweetie. Oh, and just to give you a heads-up, Kiki will probably ask you to pee on her sometime. You don’t have to if you’d rather not. She won’t be disappointed if you say no.”

“She’d be very disappointed if I said no, I bet. But if she asks me, I’ll try it. I mean, peeing on Kiki’s tits has got to be more fun than doing it in a boring old toilet, right?”

“Ha! That’s one way of looking at it, I suppose…”

Mum broke off, her attention caught by Nicole, who was telling Emma about how Mia used to put on little music performances in their living room when she was younger. With a laugh, Mum said, “I remember when Lilly and Poppy used to put on little dance routines they copied from pop groups. Now look what they’re up to!”

“Oh, how things have changed, eh?” a laughing Nicole said, shaking her head. “Still, I think I prefer this kind of show better.” There were murmurs of agreement around the room.

“That gives me an idea,” said Henri, who then jumped up and jogged off towards the bathroom, perhaps needing to check something with her mum, who was still in there with my sister.

“I love the way Henri’s boobs jiggle about when she moves,” I said aloud without meaning to.

“They’re lovely, aren’t they?” sighed Emma.

“Well, yours are amazing. I hope mine come in like that.”

Everyone agreed with me that Emma’s breasts were awesome. Her slim frame made their shape look even more impressive. My eyes kept being drawn to them.

“I think yours have been growing a bit recently,” said Mum, reaching out to caress one. “Yes, it’s definitely a bit more developed.”

I giggled. “Maybe it’s all the sex I’ve been having that’s made them grow.”

Everyone chuckled, then little Evie piped up. “Then mine should be huge by now!”

That was enough to send us all into fits of laughter, though I was tempted to stand up, go over to where Evie sat and say, Want to see if we can both make ours bigger? Then, if she was willing, I’d go down on her right there, in front of everyone. I had yet to make love to Evie, and the sight of her childish body aroused me just as much as Emma’s full, womanly one.

While I was looking at Evie and having naughty thoughts about what I wanted to do to her, Henri, Kiki and Lilly had returned to join the party. Kiki clapped her hands briefly and said, “Can the grown-ups have a quick conflab in the kitchen, please? You too, Henri.”

She turned and walked away, and the adults followed her to the kitchen. They were out of hearing range, but still in plain view as they huddled round and started discussing something.

“What’s that all about, d’you suppose?” asked Lilly.

“I’m not sure,” I said.

Lottie giggled, “They’re probably deciding how they want to fuck us next… you know, who gets who.”

“God, I hope so. I’m totally ready for more!” said Mia with a big grin, which had us laughing all over again.

The adults came back over to us and sat down, except Henri, who went into the part of the house where the bedrooms are.

“We’ve got a surprise for you, girls,” Kiki said. We waited for her to explain, but she just smiled and added, “You’ll see in a moment.”

Henri returned a few seconds later with a handful of DVDs, holding them so we couldn’t see what they were. Cartoons, maybe? I didn’t mind watching a movie or something, but I’d have much preferred more sex.

Kiki took one of the DVDs and held it up, and I felt a prickle of excitement when I saw two naked ladies on the box. She said, “Who would like to watch some very hot lesbian porn?”

Lilly and Evie looked confused, Lottie shouted “Yes!” straight away, Beth and Mia grinned and nodded. Me, I thought about it for a second, then said, “Sure, why not?”

I knew what porn was, I just hadn’t seen very much of it. There was a short clip on this girl’s phone that she was letting the other girls see at school when we were hanging out on the playground – but that had a man and a lady doing it, so I didn’t watch for long. I’d never really looked into internet porn, maybe because by the time I was past just liking girls and into lesbian sex, I was already exploring those things with Mum.

But now, the idea of watching girls fuck along with my friends, family and lovers seemed like a great way to relax after all the sex we’d had. Anyhow, my pussy was a bit sore by then, so taking a break felt like a smart move.

Mum was showing Evie and Lilly the DVD case, telling them what to expect when we watched it. The way the girls were grinning told me all I needed to know.

We got ourselves arranged – some of us sprawled out on the carpet, some of us on the furniture. I sat next to Mum, who took my hand in hers. Henri put the disk in the player and, after a few menu options, the first film started.

On to Chapter Sixteen!

by BlueJean

They came upon her hut at dawn, with weapons in their hands and fear in their eyes.

And frightened men are dangerous creatures.

Witch, they named her.

She should have known. She should have run. A woman living in the woods with an illegitimate child, a maker of medicines, tinctures and remedies. All reason enough to paint her a target in this resurgence of superstition and fear.

Then a man had died. Not her doing — she had laboured to save him, using herbs and a little of the Earth’s magic, but he had been too far gone, infection and fever eating away at his life force. So she had tried to ease his passing as best she could.

But they needed someone to blame.

Witch, they named her.

“Isabel Laine! Come out!” the Witchfinder cried at her door.

“Mama? What do they want?” the child asked, cowering behind her mother.

Isabel knelt, took her daughter’s face in her hands. “Eliza, listen well. These men have come to take me away. They will speak lies, but truth will speak louder and all will be well, you’ll see.”

“I am scared, Mama!”

“There is no need for fear, my sweet. Stay here in the hut until I return, do you hear?”

The child wept and nodded her head. Her mother kissed her tenderly on the cheek.

When Isabel opened the door and stepped across the threshold, the men tensed visibly, increasing their grip on their pikes and flintlocks, fear coiling them tighter and tighter.

Do not show pride nor defiance, she told herself and made herself small and hunched, eyes towards the ground. Do not give them cause.

“Isabel Laine! Thou hath been accused of witchcraft and sorcery!” the Witchfinder decreed.

“I have done nothing, sir, practised no witchcraft nor sorcery, God be thy witness,” Isabel told them meekly.

“And God will be thy witness, woman.”

Away they took her. To the village to torture and interrogate and humiliate her. They stripped her naked – to check for a Witches’ Mark, they said, but truly it was just more humiliation.

Witch, they named her.

And it was true.

But Isabel was no fairytale witch. No cackling hag riding apon a broomstick, no daughter of the devil brewing foul poisons in cauldrons at dead of night, no murderer of newborn babes. Those were the conjurings of a hateful and guilt-ridden religion, of frightened men who saw shadows and shapes where there were none.

Isabel was a true witch. A mistress of herblore and nature. Descended from an ancient line of women who could tap into the Earth’s magics to heal and grant relief from pain, to ease birth, or sometimes prevent birth if there was a need.

And yes, the same power could twist the mind, or rot a person from the inside out, or even kill, but the Witch’s Oath forbade such abuse of nature’s gifts, unless the Witch’s life was in great peril — For all life has a right to defend itself.

But by the time they had found Isabel guilty and sentenced her to hang from the Ancient Oak, it was too late. For witchcraft is subtle, seeds of life and death nurtured over time, not the metal and gunpowder of men that snuff out life in a heartbeat.

In her desperation, she used fingers to scrape at the hard ground of her cell, collecting a small handful of earth, which she blew apon the man who was supposed to be guarding her as he snored away in a drunken stupor. A seed of infatuation she planted within him, in hope that he might pity her plight and set her free. But the soil was dry and barren, and not enough of the Earth’s magic remained in it to finish the task.

And then they came to take her to the tree.

A rope they placed round her neck, and as a priest spewed words of fear and hatred and ignorance, she saw her child amongst the crowd of baying villagers. Her Eliza. Her sweetness.

“No! Close your eyes, my sweet! Close your eyes!” Isabel cried out.

“Mama!”

The holy man uttered some nonsense about hell and eternal damnation.

“Your god will not help you against a mother scorned, priest!” Isabel screamed as they hoisted her up, the noose tightening around her neck.

But something reached out to her in those last moments of her life. Something ancient that dwelled within the great oak. Something her kind had named sisters once, back in the distant past. And in her grief and rage and despair she grasped and clawed at the primaeval power and would not let go.

And into the tree she went. Down and down and down…

“MAMA!”

***

Menhirs, Dolmens, and Henges, it has been theorised, are spiritual conduits, beacons erected over places of power and concentrations of unusual energy within the Earth, places where the rules of the universe do not always apply, windows into past and future and perhaps even the dream realm itself.

– Graham Figgins, Ley Lines and Places of Power

***

Sadie was a ten minute drive away from us and lived in one of the oldest and most unusual buildings in the area. Unlike our cottage, hers was an Anglo Saxon style roundhouse. The mossy, pointed thatched roof, having warped and twisted over the centuries, sat crooked on top of the structure like a witch’s hat, lending it a unique and quirky charm. The windows were circular; the white painted walls covered in ivy and carefully trained climbing roses. At some point in the recent past, a glass conservatory had been added to the rear of the building, which Sadie had turned into a comprehensive herb garden.

Freya and Millie called it “The Magic Cottage.”

The girls and I had come round to visit, and as Sadie and I sipped tea from fine bone china cups and browsed through glossy magazines full of horticulture and home decor, Freya inspected the lush herbs, smelling each one and doing her best to impress her teacher by naming them correctly. Millie sat on the ornately tiled conservatory floor, trying to introduce Bee to Sadie’s black cat, Billy Buckham. The puppy desperately wanted to be friends with the big tom cat but Billy — being older and wiser — saw no common ground between them, and made this known by hissing and swatting the air in front of the naive pup.

“Now you be nice, Billy,” Millie said, trying to convince the grumpy cat. “Bee’s still little and doesn’t have many friends, so she’d be ever so pleased if you added her to your friend list.”

“Aww, that’s sweet, Millie,” Sadie said. “But Billy Buckham hates everyone, I’m afraid.”

“Do you have trust issues, Billy?” Millie cooed and tickled Billy under the chin. Billy responded with a low growl which, roughly translated, meant, Touch me again and I will kill you.

“Ooh, mini fruit trees in pots. They look nice,” I said, looking at pictures of pristine miniature trees full of lush fruit.

“I’ll bet that’s not how they look in real life. You’d end up with a spindly stick in a pot and a single shrivelled lemon the size of a golf ball,” Sadie said.

“So cynical,” I told her, laughing.

“Um… sage?” Freya said as she smelled the next herb.

“That’s correct, Freya Newton. And can you tell me what sage is good for?” Sadie asked, going into teacher mode.

“Sage and onion stuffing!” Millie exclaimed, her hand in the air.

“Sadie was asking me, not you, Millie!” a frowning Freya told her sister, then managed to compose herself. “Uh… it’s good for the brain and… diabetes, and also if you’ve got a runny tummy.”

“Shall we send some to Mrs. Jeffries?” Millie said, and both girls giggled at some private joke.

“And what about the herb next to it?” Sadie asked Freya.

“That’s easy, I don’t even have to smell this one,” Freya replied, but sniffed the leafy herb anyway. “It’s basil. I love basil.”

“And what can basil help with?” Sadie said.

“Oh… ah… there’s actually so many things basil can do, I forgot them all,” Freya said, screwing her face up in a wince.

“You could have made something up and probably would have got it right,” Sadie told Freya. “Muscle pain, tiredness, depression, indigestion. It can treat infections, mosquito bites, sore throats. It’s good for the skin too. Basil is basically a super-herb.”

Millie was doing sit-ups on the floor, giggling as Bee kept poking her with a paw. Her short skirt had ridden up, revealing her pink panties which, pulled up tightly, had created a little camel toe.

Billy Buckham jumped up onto the arm of Sadie’s tatty couch next to his mistress, watching the foolishness below with disdain.

I gave Sadie a little look. She nibbled her bottom lip and smiled at me, idly caressing her inner thigh through the skirt she wore. I held my magazine up on my lap, so only Sadie could see what I was doing, then put a hand between my legs, slowly rubbing myself through my trousers.

Freya — her back turned to us — was still busy sampling all the herbs, oblivious to what her naughty teacher and mum were doing a few feet away.

Sadie and I stared between Millie’s legs and touched ourselves as discreetly as we could, our eyes meeting every now and then in a knowing glance.

How had we arrived at this mutual understanding, Sadie and I, that we both found my girls sexually attractive? Honest words had been exchanged in the heat of the moment, and those words had become confessions of a sort. And together we’d reached this strange new landscape, unafraid and unashamed.

Now there we were, stimulating ourselves with the girls present in the same room. More barriers broken; more walls come crashing down. New possibilities.

“I have another story to tell you,” I whispered to my friend.

“A naughty one?” Sadie whispered back as she gazed between my younger daughter’s legs.

“Extra naughty,” I told her. I wanted to put a hand down my trousers, but didn’t dare risk it.

Millie suddenly bounced onto her feet, and Sadie and I quickly pulled our hands away. “Shall we go and play in Miss Laine’s garden, Freya?” she asked her sister.

“Why don’t you both go play near the Menhir Stone for a while?” Sadie told the girls, and they scampered off with Bee in tow. Billy Buckham sauntered after them as well, presumably to see them off his property.

Sadie ran both hands through her long chestnut hair. “Shall we go to my bedroom?” she suggested. “Then you can tell me your story.”

“If you like,” I replied and we padded barefoot across the floor into Sadie’s room.

If it wasn’t for the double bed, I could have easily mistaken the room for a library. Rows and rows of books lined the curved walls from floor to ceiling. A few stray volumes were scattered across her bed:

Witchcraft For Beginners by Agnes Munt; The Wiccan Handbook by Carlee Carmichael; Ley Lines And Places Of Power by Graham Figgins; A Concise History Of Witchcraft by Prof. Jeanne Bleu.

“I’m detecting a certain theme here, Miss Laine,” I teased my friend. “Are you teaching my kids witchcraft?”

Sadie smiled as she switched on her oil diffuser. “I don’t think my superiors would be very happy if I was, but Wiccan is just a belief system like any other, really.”

“You like to read about this stuff?” I asked her, idly flipping through the pages of one of the volumes.

“I like to read about everything. I’m hungry for knowledge,” Sadie told me as I leaned over her bed, and suddenly I could feel her breath against my neck. “And I’m hungry for you, Georgia Newton,” she growled in my ear, and then she was upon me.

Her hands reached around to grab my tits as she grazed my neck with her teeth.

“Oh!” I gasped, surprised, and arched my body back against hers, tilting my head to the side so she could ravish me freely. “But… we’re best friends,” I could hear myself protest unconvincingly as Sadie sucked my ear, squeezing my breasts through the cool linen shirt I wore.

“I know… but I want you so badly,” she growled at me.

I turned to face her, fumbling at the buttons on my trousers, pushing them down and then nearly tripping up on them as I frantically tugged at Sadie’s skirt.

Lacy knickers. Always with the lacy knickers.

Sadie ripped her t-shirt off, and her perky tits sprang free. I grabbed one, rolling the swollen nipple between finger and thumb. She kicked her skirt away and pushed me back against the bed. “I want to fuck you. I want to rub my cunt on yours,” she told me, leaving no room for argument.

Our mouths met in a sublime exchange of tongues, eager and greedy.

“Is this what a little pair of pink panties does to you?” I teased, snatching Sadie’s knickers down her legs with one swift tug. “Did you like looking at my little girl’s pussy through her pretty panties? Is that what got you so horny?”

“It was such a turn-on,” Sadie moaned as she ground her pussy against my thigh. “Is that okay, Georgia? To look at Millie and think those naughty thoughts? Do you mind?”

I ripped my own knickers off and grabbed her arse, pulling her tight against me, our pussies pressed together. “No, I don’t mind. Fuck me, Sadie!”

And fuck me she did, our cunts grinding against each other with an urgency I don’t think either of us knew we possessed. The very air around us was infused with the musky, primal scent of our frantic lovemaking.

We came together loudly, baptising each other with our wetness, sharing a deep, lustful gaze as we rode those stormy orgasmic waves.

But I wanted more. And evidently, so did my best friend.

“I want you to tell me the story now… the extra naughty one,” she murmured in my ear. “And while you tell it, I’m going to lick you out, okay?”

“Okay, Miss Laine,” I panted, pushing her away. Scrambling back on to the bed, I shoved her books to either side of me, then I spread my legs apart as lewdly as I could. “Come and stick your tongue in my cunt… and I’ll tell you what I did with Freya the other night.”

Sadie crawled across the bed towards me like a wildcat stalking its prey. Dipping her face between my legs, she breathed in my aroma, then began to kiss and nuzzle my inner thighs, first one and then the other. Finally, her mouth latched on to my cunt.

“Oh, God,” I moaned, grabbing her hair. It had been a while since I’d been eaten out. I unbuttoned my shirt, my tits spilling free so that I could massage and knead them. “Remember that night you stayed over, when we masturbated for each other after the girls had gone to bed?”

“Of course,” Sadie said from between my legs.

“Freya saw us. She was hiding at the top of the stairs, spying.”

“What a naughty girl,” Sadie growled. I could feel the vibrations of her voice against my cunt.

“So the next evening, I invited her to my bedroom to watch me again, up close and personal, so she could really see what was happening.”

“God, Georgia, you’re so fucking wicked,” she murmured, then went back to licking me.

“B-but I didn’t just want her to watch me masturbate, that wasn’t enough. I – I wanted to see her play with herself, too. I wanted us to watch each other.” I groaned, stroking my friend’s hair as her tongue flickered and lashed against my pussy. “Oh fuck, that feels so good, Sadie.”

“Tell me the rest,” Sadie said, her lips glistening with my juices.

“We stripped for each other,” I continued. “First our pyjama tops, then the bottoms. And then I took my panties off for her.”

“Did she take hers off, too?”

“Yes. I had her stand up on the bed and pull her panties down, nice and slow. It was so erotic, Sadie.”

“I wish I was there to see it,” Sadie moaned as she trailed her fingers up and down my pussy lips before returning her mouth to my cunt.

“So we played with ourselves in front of each other. Freya diddled herself while she watched me stuff my panties into my pussy.”

“You dirty girl.”

“And then I got her to stand over me and, and finger herself while I made myself come… Sadie! Oh! I’m gonna come in your m-mouth!”

Sadie attacked my throbbing cunt as I clutched her hair and thrust against her, my climax exploding outwards.

“Come on me, Georgia!” she hissed, then lapped frantically at my convulsing pussy, my creamy nectar smearing her lips and chin.

When I had partially recovered, Sadie flipped me over onto my stomach and mounted me. “I need to come, too,” she told me, grinding her cunt against my arse.

“Did you like my story, then?” I asked her as she kissed my neck with her sticky mouth.

“So deliciously naughty,” she said. “Why didn’t you invite Millie?”

“I don’t know, I think she’s too young. I don’t want to scare her,” I told my friend as she humped against me.

I wasn’t being completely honest with myself, though. True, Millie was very young, but after spying on my daughters in the poppy field and later in their bedroom, it was clear to me that she’d been enjoying their sexual play as much as Freya. But kids experimenting together is one thing — when Mummy gets involved, the dynamic shifts entirely. Freya had taken to it, sure, but Millie? I won’t lie, the idea enticed me — I just needed to get my head round my recent rendezvous with my eldest daughter first, and this quite sudden and alarming development in my relationship with my best friend.

Sadie shook her head. “You shouldn’t exclude her. Division between a mother and child can create a void, and… oh, fuck, you smell so nice… a void can be filled with unwelcome things,” she told me, as if she knew what I was thinking.

“Did you read that in one of your books, Miss Laine?” I purred, and turned my head to kiss her. I could taste myself on her lips.

“I think it would be wonderful for all three of you to play naughty games together,” Sadie growled, her words slurred and lusty.

“Wouldn’t you feel left out?” I teased.

“I… I could join you,” Sadie moaned, the wet suction of her shaved pussy lips making wonderfully erotic liquid sounds as she slid her cunt up and down my arse.

“You could,” I told her. “Freya would love to see her teacher’s pretty pussy.”

I felt Sadie shiver. “Would she?”

“Yes. After I’d gotten myself off, I pulled my wet panties out of my pussy and sent her to bed with them. And do you know what she told me?” I said.

“Georgia, I’m going to come,” Sadie whimpered.

“She told me she was going to sniff them while she humped her pillow, and imagine that she was licking your pussy.”

“I’m – I’m coming!” she cried.

“Fuck me, Miss Laine!” I snarled as my best friend ground out her orgasm against my bum cheeks.

Finally spent, Sadie lay on top of me, breathing heavily, her head resting against my shoulder. “Oh, Georgia… oh, my goodness. We’re so naughty… really, really naughty…”

I reached back behind me to caress her arse, and she kissed me deeply.

“Is this what best friends do these days?” I asked her.

“Yes, I think so. It’s very in vogue,” Sadie informed me.

“Oh, good.”

***

There’s this big barley field next to Miss Laine’s house and right in the middle of it, on a big patch of mowed grass, sits the Menhir Stone.

Now, the Menhir Stone was really old.

Actually, all stones are really old, aren’t they?

Um…

Well, what I mean is, people from thousands of years ago moved it here and then carved weird writing called runes on it and it’s been here ever since. It was about six feet tall but apparently there was another six feet of it underground, so it was actually twice as big!

Me and Millie ran through the field with our arms held out, so that the soft green stalks whipped against our hands. Bee chased after us and every time she bounced up over the barley stalks to see where we were, it would make us laugh.

“Let’s play Jurassic Park,” I suggested.

“Okay, I’ll be a felocifafaptor,” Millie said.

“Velociraptor,” I corrected her.

“That’s what I said. Felocifafaptor.”

“No, velociraptor!”

“Felocifafaptor?”

“Vell-oss-ear-rap-tor! It’s not hard to say!”

“Fell-oss-ear-fer-fap-tor!”

I covered my head with my hands and sighed. “Unbelievable. Okay, I’ll be the woman who runs around a lot and you be… whatever you want to call it.”

Millie, method actor that she was, hunched herself over, brought her hands up to her chest and began snapping at me with her eyes crossed. “Rargh!” she screeched and I couldn’t help but laugh. She looked like a mentally challenged person. (Mum says we’re not allowed to call them nutters.) Bee pricked her ears up at my sister’s odd behaviour.

I ran through the barley and Millie chased after me screeching and snapping, with Bee bouncing after us. “Alan! Alan!” I shouted.

“Wait,” Millie said and we both came to a halt. “Who’s Alan?”

“Alan’s the main dinosaur man,” I explained. “The woman runs round shouting his name. She literally does it for the whole movie.”

“Oh, okay,” Millie said and off we went again.

“Alan! Alaaan!” I shrieked and ran through the barley as fast as my legs would carry me.

It wasn’t far behind me, I knew. And there were probably more of them stalking me, too. They always hunted in packs. At least one of them was small and furry and looked suspiciously like a puppy.

“Alan! Alaaaaan!”

It was close now. I could feel its reptilian breath on my neck. If I could just make it to the building that was cleverly designed to look like a gigantic stone, I would be safe.

“Alaaaaan!”

Where the bloody hell was Alan when you needed him?

“Alan!” I cried as I finally reached the building and burst through the door, slamming it shut behind me.

The deadly raptor pushed open the door and stepped across the threshold. It stared me down menacingly.

“Clever girl…” I mumbled.

“I’ve eaten Alan!” the dinosaur informed me.

“Velociraptors don’t talk,” I told Millie.

“They can open doors,” Millie said.

“But they don’t talk.”

“I know.”

We sat down on the grass next to the Menhir Stone to catch our breath.

“I wonder what the writing means,” Millie said, studying the runic symbols carved into the stone.

“I’m not sure, but Miss Laine would probably know.”

“Freya?”

“What?”

“Do you want me to lick your kitty?”

I stood up and had a look around to make sure nobody was about. The coast was clear. “Yeah, okay,” I said and pulled my shorts down.

“Shall we take all our clothes off?” Millie suggested.

“We could, but if anyone comes, we’ll have to run into the barley and hide, okay?” I told her.

“All right” Millie said and began pulling her clothes off.

Soon we were both naked. I slapped Millie on the bum and she jumped.”Stop it!” she protested.

I lay back on the grass and spread my legs open while Millie knelt down and put her face between them. She poked her tongue out and made blub blub blub sounds as she licked my kitty.

“Don’t make silly noises, just lick it,” I told her and twirled my fingers around locks of her hair as she licked me out.

Bee sat watching us, her ears pricked up.

Millie raised her head. “Am I doing it right?” she asked.

“Yeah, you’re doing really well. Lick this bit at the top more, though,” I said and pulled my pussy lips apart so she could get to my sensitive little lump. “Good girl,” I praised my little sister as she licked me there. “Make me do an orgasm and then I’ll lick yours.”

“Am I old enough to do an orgasm?” Millie said.

“I’m not sure, but we’ll see. Keep licking me, please. Really hard and fast, okay?”

I held the back of her head and pushed my kitty up against her as I watched what she was doing. She kept at it for a while until I started getting that familiar feeling.

“You’re getting… really good at this, Millie,” I gasped and felt my orgasm bubbling between my legs. “K-Keep doing it like that. Aah!” It burst to the surface and exploded out of me. “Oooh! St-stop… stop! Just… just hold your tongue there while I… Oh! That’s really nice. Oh, good girl…” I groaned, my body trembling.

Millie looked up at me and grinned. “Was it good?” she asked me, her mouth all wet.

“Yeah, thanks,” I panted and stroked her hair.

“My turn now, please!” my sister said and sat up.

“Okay, but let’s kiss first,” I told her and we did a really wet, messy one with tongues. I could taste my kitty on her mouth. “Let’s do it differently this time,” I suggested. “I’ll lay back and you kneel over my face so I can lick you.”

“Okay,” Millie said. She got up and stood over me, spreading her legs and lowering herself down so I could see her kitty coming towards me.

“Argh! The Puffy Pussy Monster’s coming to get me!” I said dramatically.

Millie laughed and squatted down over my face, her kitty only a couple of inches from my mouth.

“Pull it open,” I told my sister.

“You always say that,” Millie said, rolling her eyes.

“I just like it when you spread it,” I said and licked the inside of her pussy as she held it apart for me.

Most times when I licked my sister’s kitty, it was at bedtime after we had a bath or a shower, but sometimes, like now, when we had been running around all day, it tasted different. Not as clean but not exactly dirty either. It tasted… sexier.

Millie rocked backwards and forwards, sliding her pussy over my mouth. “This is fun!” she squealed.

“Stop moving around so much!” I told her and she slowed down so I could lick her properly.

I sucked on her little bump and tried to push a finger into her hole. It wouldn’t go right in but I got it up there enough that I could move it in and out a bit.

She gazed down at me with her mouth wide open and a really drowsy look on her face. “Freya… it’s making me feel all funny. I think I’m gonna do a wee or something.” She leaned forward and put her hands on the Menhir Stone to steady herself.

And then we weren’t in the barley field anymore.

I felt my ears pop and there was a weird odor, like how it smells when it starts to rain. I pushed Millie off me and sat up.

We were in a dark, lush forest, and I had no idea how we got here. “Millie, what did you do?!”

“I didn’t do anything! The stone just sucked me in!” Millie shouted at me.

“You’re gonna be in so much trouble when Mum finds out!” I told her. I looked around me. “Where are we?”

Wherever we were, the Menhir Stone had come with us too, but it looked cleaner than it had before, and the runes had disappeared.

“Freya, look,” Millie whispered to me, pointing at something.

All I could see were trees. “What?”

“There. Between those two big trees.”

Then I saw it. Saw her.

“Green lady…” I mumbled.

She was standing a few metres away watching us, her long walnut brown hair swept behind her pointed ears and down across her bare breasts, a single blue jewel on her forehead, strung from a thin vine. Other vines were wrapped around her arms, legs and midriff, and leaves covered her private bits. She was beautiful. And green. Really green…

“It’s the Dryad,” Millie said.

I felt like we were dreaming and wondered if we had fallen asleep in the barley field. “What is this?” I whispered, confused and scared.

This is where it begins, the Dryad said to us in a language I’d never heard, but somehow I could understand every word.

“Where what begins?” Millie asked her.

Where the Tuatha Dé Danann reveal themselves to humanity.

I could hear voices all around me and suddenly we were surrounded by ugly-looking people wearing animal skins and furs. They were short and stocky, had protruding brows and big wide noses, and their hair was shaved into mohicans and tufts, with feathers woven into them. The women were bare-chested and had painted their hair red. They wore colourful beads and stones strung into necklaces, bracelets and earrings.

They reminded me of those cave people we had learnt about in school that had become extinct thousands of years ago.

“Freya, I’d quite like to go home now,” Millie told me and held on to me tightly.

I was aware that we didn’t have any clothes on, but the people didn’t seem to notice us anyway. They were busy talking to a group of Dryads that were standing nearby.

The green woman spoke again. Two hundred thousand cycles ago, the Mammoth Hunters find us. We sense the potential in their women; primitive enough to remember the gifts nature granted their ape ancestors; evolved enough that they might manipulate those gifts: The first witches.

The women were reaching up to touch the Dryads’ hair, laughing and babbling to each other.

“Th-that’s nice and everything, but we’re just kids, really,” I said to the Dryad. “If you wouldn’t mind sending us home now, please? Our mum will be worried about us.”

I did not bring you here, Freya Newton, the Dryad told me. If you wish to leave, go back the way you came.

How did she know my name?

“I’m gonna put my hands on the big stone again,” Millie said and reached out to touch it.

The Dryad tilted her head and looked at Millie curiously. Strange…Your journey does not begin nor end, Millie Newton. It coils in on itself like a Möbius strip, independent of the universe’s cycles. I have not seen one like you in millennia.

Millie looked at the Dryad, then at me, then back at the Dryad again. “Um, yeah, okay. Bye, then!” she said and grabbed my hand. She stuck her other hand on the Menhir Stone.

My ears popped again and both of us fell over and landed on our bums.

I looked around me and the forest had vanished, replaced by the familiar sight of barley fields. Bee was standing nearby wagging her tail, one of Millie’s shoes in her mouth. Billy Buckham sat next to the puppy and gave us a really disdainful look, as if he thought we were idiots.

We were back.

***

I picked Sadie’s lacy panties up from the floor as she stepped into a fresh pair. They were damp to the touch.

“I think I’d like some sexy underwear. Maybe some nice stockings, too,” I said, more to myself than to my friend.

“You go, girl!” Sadie whooped.

“Think I can pull it off?” I asked her, holding her panties up against my waist and wiggling my bum.

“Well you certainly pulled mine off,” Sadie quipped, glancing over her shoulder at me. She gave me a wicked look. “So Freya likes to take your dirty knickers to bed with her?”

“Yeah, she’s a little perv.”

“Do you think she’d like those?” she asked me, looking at her panties in my hands.

“Oh yes, she’d have hours of fun with them.”

Sadie sauntered over, took her knickers from me and stuffed them into my trouser pocket. “A token of esteem for my favourite student,” she murmured, then kissed me on the lips.

“You’re a very naughty schoolteacher, Sadie Laine,” I told her.

Once we’d dressed and cleaned ourselves up, we headed back to Sadie’s conservatory. Not long after, the girls came bounding in, all wild eyes and rambling words.

“Mum! Millie touched the Menhir Stone and sucked us back in time!” Freya told me, her eyes huge.

“Oh, that’s nice,” I said, browsing through my magazine.

“I didn’t know it was going to do that, Mummy! Someone should put a warning sign next to it!” Millie protested.

“I’m not joking, Mum! We saw cave people! And Dryads, too! I thought we’d be trapped there forever!” Freya explained.

“Well, thank goodness you weren’t, because I need you both to help me cook dinner tonight!” I told the girls. They rambled to Sadie about runic symbols and who had carved them and why.

Billy Buckham strolled in and sharpened his claws on Sadie’s couch, daring us all to tell him he wasn’t allowed to. If he knew something, he certainly wasn’t telling.

What a strange day, I mused as we pulled up to the cottage in the beetle. I’d slept with my best friend, and wasn’t sure where that left us. Was she still my best friend? Was she my lover now? Both? I didn’t know how it would all work out, but I knew one thing: I didn’t want to stop.

As the girls and I strolled up the garden path towards the house, Freya pointed to something in the sky. “Look!” she cried.

I looked up and saw a little yellow shape swooping through the air near the girls’ bedroom window. I was puzzled at first, then realised that it was Millie’s canary.

“It’s Nigel!” Millie shouted, jumping up and down. “He’s flying!”

On to Chapter Seven!

By kinkychic (the idea from kinkys_sis)

I really hadn’t wanted to move away from home but had little say in the matter. Mum did say that she’d considered my feelings, but in the end, she made a decision, and there we were.

What really hurt was leaving my school, losing my friends but above all, moving away from my girlfriend. Mum didn’t understand that two thirteen-year-old girls could be in love. She had eventually, but reluctantly accepted that we were an item. Maybe that was part of her reason for moving; she didn’t approve, not one little bit.

Completely unexpectedly, a great aunt had left Mum a whole load of money, I don’t know how much exactly, but it let her fulfill a lifelong dream of having a ‘chocolate box’ cottage in the country.

I knew the place was beautiful. The term ‘cottage’ tends to imply something small, but this was anything but. The original building was at least three or four hundred years old, nobody quite knew for sure. All sorts of bits had been added on over the years, making it a warren of passages and rooms, even dark cobwebby cellars. On the very first day, I discovered a hidden panel that revealed steps leading down into a strange little room. I guessed there might be others. At least I had plenty to occupy myself.

God knows how thick some of the walls were, but in some parts, they were certainly over two or three feet. Great big dark oak beams seemed to overpower some rooms, yet everything seemed to have been done with careful thought. The overall result was breathtaking.

The gardens, although somewhat overgrown and neglected, were or had been just as stunning. Someone had gone to a great deal of trouble to create little hidden grottoes among the shrubs and flowers, accessed by archways all smothered in flowering climbers.

My bedroom, built into the attic, overlooked the rear of the property. My window had a seat built into the thick wall. Its comfy cushions had already made it my favourite spot, one where I could just sit and gaze out the window.

It had been a long, hard day. I knew I should be in bed, but I wanted to see the moonbeams shine as they penetrated the shadowy areas of the garden.

I was half dozing when something made me sit up and put my face to the glass. Was it my imagination, or had I seen something moving, like a little twinkling spark among the bushes?

As hard as I stared, I saw nothing, all was quiet. I swung my legs down and began to turn away. There! Just for a moment, I spied something out of the corner of my eye. I turned back to the window, but once more there was nothing to be seen.

I decided it must be me, I was far too tired and really should be in bed asleep.

I had a bad night. I ought to have slept like a log but instead, fleeting images would start to appear in my mind, half-waking me. As soon as I tried to concentrate on them though, they faded away.

“You look tired this morning, Bee. Didn’t you sleep well, or did you stay up too late?” my mother asked.

“Oh, I’m okay. I guess it’s just being in a strange place for the first time… but then I don’t have that much to do today, so it’s all cool.”

Mum tutted at my grammar, then got on with making breakfast.

I was thinking about the garden, and what I had or maybe hadn’t seen last night. I wanted to go out there to see if I could find any traces of whatever had drawn my attention.

I searched and searched but didn’t find anything that might help explain what I imagined I’d seen. Staring up at my window, I tried to work out exactly where I might have been looking. I think I narrowed down the area, but was still none the wiser.

I went to sit on the small seat in one of the little grottoes. Looking down, I saw a tiny bunch of flowers lying at my feet. Unconsciously, I picked them up as I sat, still deep in thought but getting nowhere.

I glanced at the flowers, then suddenly sat up straight and looked closer. The flowers were tied together by some small pliable plant stem, a neat little bow at the front. The whole thing was so delicately put together that I couldn’t begin to imagine how it had been done.

Suddenly I felt as if I was being watched. I spun around, searching with my eyes. I looked everywhere but just as before, there was nothing to be seen.

I was a bit frightened, but then I looked at the flowers in my hand and something told me that there was nothing to be scared of.

“Who are you… where are you?” I said in a very quiet voice. Silence greeted me, only the soft rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze and the buzz of the bees collecting pollen. I waited for an age, but nothing stirred. I saw my small posy of flowers were wilting, and knew that I needed to put them in water.

That evening, I was back at my post in the window alcove. It was a bit cloudy and overcast, much darker than the night before. The moon burst between two clouds, the grotto caught the light and there was the twinkle. I could clearly see it move, then stop in one place. It must be on the small bench seat, I decided.

I made my way downstairs, quietly letting myself out. I did my best to creep carefully towards the grotto. I peered through the arch — nothing! I’d really expected to see something, too.

I walked to the seat, then my heart skipped. Another bunch of flowers, just like the first one, neatly tied with a bow. I knew they were for me, but why? What was the point if whoever left them wouldn’t show themselves?

I brought the flowers to my nose and inhaled deeply. The scent was divine. I breathed deeper, taking it in. A strange feeling crept over me. I felt kind of woozy, my skin tingled, then I could hear every little sound in the air.

I closed my eyes and listened, still breathing in the delightful aroma coming from my flowers.

Could I hear words, or was it just the natural noises of the garden? I concentrated harder. Yes! I could begin to make out something. I thought I heard ‘pretty’, just the merest whisper. I tried to hone in on the sound, then I clearly heard, ‘beautiful little girl’.

My eyes snapped open, then instantly everything began to spin and I was falling. The last thing I saw was a small cloud of sparkling lights before the ground was rushing up to meet me.

I‘d thought it was going to hurt, but all of a sudden, my weight disappeared and I was floating down to the ground.

I was aware, yet not aware of gentle hands caressing my face. Soft lips brushed over mine, then a tiny voice spoke. “I’m sorry, I gave you too much. Now rest awhile. and you will be fine.”

Once more, I felt those lips, followed by the lightest of caresses to my breasts. Then came a tingle, one that slowly grew in intensity, that familiar I get when someone plays with my pussy.

When I became aware once more, my eyes snapped open. I glanced between my legs, quite sure that I would find someone there. But there was no one, just my legs spread quite wide. It hadn’t been my own hands, they were clutched together and resting on my tummy.

Slowly reaching down, I felt the front of my panties. They were quite wet; someone had brought me very close to an orgasm.

Feeling somewhat dazed from the experience, I made my way back to my room. After undressing, I collapsed on my bed, still holding the bouquet. I stared at them, remembering their smell. Was it possible? Did these flowers produce some drug that got me all worked up?

I brought them back to my nose. The scent wasn’t quite as strong now, but still there. I closed my eyes and breathed it in. At first, there was nothing much, just a pleasant feeling, but I gradually felt the tingle again. I inhaled deeply, absorbing the cloying smell into my senses.

I was only vaguely aware of my legs parting. I wanted to open my eyes, but something told me that I mustn’t; it would make everything disappear.

Like before, I felt the lightest of tickling touches on my breasts. It was a shock when I realised that at the same time, something was caressing my tummy, my thighs and the area around my pussy. I was being touched in a dozen places all at once. It was the most beautiful sensation I’d ever experienced.

At the rate my body was responding, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I got to a climax.

The soft caresses of my clit were especially amazing. It wasn’t done by fingers or lips… but something else, something wonderful. Then I felt something pushing into me. It seemed to be tiny, yet the feelings were immense. My pussy was on fire!

I was struggling to breathe, my whole body coiled like a spring waiting to snap. There was a tickle at my ear, then I heard, “Relax, little one, you’ll be fine, we only want to love you. Now breathe.”

The constriction in my chest suddenly disappeared. I gasped in a deep breath, then basked in the bliss of my approaching orgasm.

It came like an express train, a huge train, all-powerful. I heard tiny little laughs and giggles, then I was coming. Coming like I could never have imagined. My mind perceived every little sensation as I was lifted higher, ever higher, on and on and on.

My breathing slowly calmed and I felt my eyelids begin to flutter before the lightest of touches held them closed. That beautiful tiny voice seemed to whisper in my head, “No, don’t try and look. It takes time, but you will see us when the moment is right. Now sleep, little one.”

I woke with a start. The dream had been so real, so utterly wonderful – how was such a thing possible? I felt weak and drained, just like when I masturbated too hard, for too long. Shit! I had come, I knew that much – my thighs and my pussy were soaked.

Slowly, I sat up and looked around. Everything seemed normal until I saw the flowers. Several small bunches, all tied neatly with a bow. On the window sill, on my dressing table, even two on my pillow. The scent filled my room. My whole body tingled in something like an almost constant state of arousal.

Going over to the window, I pushed it open and stared down at my grotto, but all was quiet.

Not knowing what else to do, I laid down on my bed. I knew I should get some sleep, but my mind wouldn’t stop wondering about what had happened. This was way beyond my understanding, I knew it was impossible, and yet… it had happened, I hadn’t imagined any of this.

I remembered the words, You will see us when the time is right. What did they mean? I had no idea, but I did find myself in an incredibly happy mood; not the least bit concerned or unsettled.

The next morning, like before, there was another little bunch of flowers on what I now called ‘my seat’. I bent to pick them up and saw faint words etched in the damp dew on the bench. They read, ‘We love you.’

I wandered about the garden, looking here and there. Where did these mysterious beings live? Even more importantly, what were they, who were they? I found no answers, but somehow it didn’t worry me.

Without thinking, I put the flowers to my nose again, and in seconds I was tingling all over. Oh my God. They were like a drug, a sex drug that caused instant arousal in the user. I was deep into the heart of the garden, hidden from the cottage. I held tightly to the post as I breathed in that heady aroma, screwing my eyes tightly closed. With each breath, my pussy glowed more brightly, I had no need to touch myself. My clit was vibrating all on its own.

My legs began to shake, it had only taken about a minute and I was coming right where I stood. It was beyond my power of description, I didn’t have the words. I gripped the post as, bending at the waist, I let myself go completely. The orgasm washed through me, so intense, so very beautiful.

This was crazy. I couldn’t keep coming like this, I’d wear myself out in no time. And yet, it was so bloody good.

After lunch, I decided to explore. I fetched a torch before I opened the secret panel. Steps led down into the darkness. I switched on the torch, then pulled the panel closed behind me.

Carefully, I made my way down. It wasn’t too far before I found myself in a small room. There were very old plaques hanging on the wall, and closer inspection told me that they were religious. Of course they were, there was a crucifix hanging in between them. There was a small cot and one chair to one side of the room. I could see that these things were very old.

I realised that this must have been an old priest hidey-hole, back from the days of religious persecution. Clearly, though, no one had been down there for many years.

Then I saw another tiny bunch of flowers, lying on the floor by a wall. I bent to pick them up; what were they doing there? There had to be a reason.

I studied the wall, which was panelled with wooden squares. I pressed the one next to where the flowers had been – nothing happened. I pressed one square after another, as many as I could reach – still nothing.

Then I saw a small metal hole in the upper corner of one of the squares. I pulled a hair grip from my head, but it was too big to fit. With a bit of struggle, I bent it into one straight line, then it just fitted. I pressed it in until it wouldn’t go any deeper, then applied a bit more pressure. There was a click, and the door swung open on a spring.

Shining my torch inside, I saw a small, dark tunnel. I couldn’t imagine what the tunnel was for – it was so small, hardly big enough for a mouse.

I sat on the floor, feeling quite deflated. I’d solved the way in, but for what?

I picked up the new bunch of flowers and brought them to my nose. Like before, they smelled wonderful, Breathing in, I closed my eyes.

Suddenly everything started to spin, and my head bumped the wall as I fell onto my side.

I felt strange in a way I couldn’t explain, but at least the dizziness had gone. I opened my eyes, then almost screamed. Now the tunnel was right in front of me, and I was lying in the entrance.

Looking back over my shoulder, I thought I’d lost my mind. The room was huge, the bed and chair towering over me. The torch lay next to me, but it was more than three times my height. I was tiny.

Slowly, I picked myself up and walked into the tunnel. The first thing I noticed was that it wasn’t as dark in there as I thought it would be. There was a glow which appeared to get brighter, further in.

Did I dare to go in there? Now I realised that those flowers had been there for a reason, I was expected. I inched forward, my hand touching the wall. The light did get brighter and now I could hear a sound. In fact several sounds, voices engaged in excited chatter.

I came to an abrupt stop as a vision appeared in front of me, silhouetted in the light coming from behind. As my eyes adjusted, my view of the girl – was it a girl? – became clearer.

I gasped as she drew closer. Never had I seen anyone quite so beautiful. And yet it was a strange kind of beauty. Her cheekbones were set high, her eyes wider than normal. Then, when she moved her head, I saw her ears.

My hand flew to my mouth, I tried to speak, but no words would come, I’d only ever seen ears like hers in children’s books. They were elves’ ears.

She was completely naked, with an utterly flawless body. I tried to judge her age, but it was impossible. She could have been anywhere between twelve and thirty.

I didn’t know where to look. Her face mesmerised me, but her body drew me nearer. She exuded sex.

Then she smiled, and my heart melted, “You came, we knew you would. Come in, come into our world, we’ve been waiting.” She offered her hand to me, and I reached out to her until our fingers touched.

It was as if a jolt of energy went through me. My nipples grew, my pussy juiced like mad and my clit throbbed. My mind was filled with desire, a totally wanton desire.

As I extended my free hand to touch the girl’s face, I saw the sparkle in her eyes – was that the same light I’d seen in the garden? Then I brushed her cheek with my fingers, and the feelings I was having surged at the contact, until I was about to lose control.

The girl smiled. “You see, you can feel it. We’ve already loved you, and now you can love us in return. We don’t often let humans into our world, but we felt you were special. You sensed our presence so quickly.”

I practically fell into her arms when she opened them to me, and we embraced. It wasn’t just a case of two bodies coming together, it was as if we’d melted and then blended into one being. It was only then that I realised I was as naked as the girl – my clothes had vanished.

Without a second thought, I claimed her mouth in a hungry kiss. As her tongue danced with mine, I heard her speak to me. “I’ve waited for you, Bee. We knew you would come, just not when.”

“I never told you my name… how do you know it?” I said – only somehow, we were still kissing.

“Are you actually speaking now, Bee? You’re not, are you? And yet we can communicate. I know everything about you.”

“You keep changing from I to we,” I told her, “but I only see you. Yet last night, I saw several lights in the garden. And later, I felt the presence of many others, not just you. How is that possible?”

“It is complicated and difficult to explain. Instead, close your eyes and let me show you.”

I felt, or maybe just sensed the slightest touch, I thought I heard a rustle, then something very light seemed to enfold me. It was like being enfolded in a layer of the finest silk.

My skin came alive with wonderful sensations – one moment here, then there, then everywhere. It was like a thousand touches. I was filled with joy, and nothing else mattered but to give myself to this… my lover.

I could taste the nectar from between her legs, touch every part of her body and yet… my lips never left hers, my arms never dropped from her neck.

Never had I been so aware of my sexual feelings. It was like pure animal lust, an immense craving to fuck and be fucked.

I could feel the girl’s happiness flow through me, and knew that her craving was just as strong as my own. It was that feeling of complete surrender to sexual pleasure, two bodies as one, totally absorbed in the search for that ultimate goal.

Somehow, my clit had become the centre of my being, pulsing and radiating feelings that surged through every bit of me. The interior of my dripping pussy was being assaulted in the most wonderful way. The star of my anus was alive with sensations. It was utter rapture, too beautiful to capture in mere words.

Again, her thoughts came to me. “Now we have reached that ultimate togetherness, we are as one and ready for release. Let your mind float with mine… feel the joy with me, Bee.”

It was how I imagined a junkie must feel, floating high in some ethereal place. But at the same time, I was experiencing the absolute height of sexual ecstasy. Somewhere in the midst of all that, my climax came. Not hard and fast from out of the blue, though. More like a slow climb, up and up. forever up.

I reached a plateau where orgasm after orgasm swept through me, one feeding into the next. Would it ever end? I didn’t want it to, I fought to keep the pleasure going.

That sweet voice penetrated my mind. “Enough, little one… come back down before you harm yourself.”

Giving in, I slowly relaxed, basking in my new lover’s comforting warmth. After a while, I forced my eyes to open.

Perhaps I should have been shocked, but somehow, I wasn’t. Translucent wings were wrapped around my body, completely enfolding me. It was from these that the thousand touches had come.

The girl’s elfin face seemed to shimmer, as if it wasn’t quite in focus. I stared into her eyes, those strange yet beautiful eyes.

Finally, I spoke. “You call me ‘Little One’, and yet you don’t look any older than I am. Why is that?”

She laughed. “How old do you think I am? For that matter, what is age? I am whatever you want me to be. I can only answer you by saying I was here before this dwelling above us was built. This is my land, and always has been. In the way that you think of time, I have lived here longer than you can imagine. For us, it is different. I do not count time.” She smiled at me. “Well, perhaps I do… when I spend it with someone like you.”

Her gaze seemed to penetrate my soul, bathing me in love. Perhaps I ought to have been a little scared, but I wasn’t. Instead, it felt like I was in heaven.

“You rest now, and I will see you again soon. You can watch me play at night, if you like. I may leave some flowers for you, but not too often. They are powerful, and I would not wish to hurt you. Now sleep.”

An instant later, I was doing exactly that.

Upon awakening, I wondered for a second where I was, then the memory of it all came flooding back. The floor was hard and I ached a little, and yet I felt so alive, so happy. I stretched, relaxing my aches away.

I opened my eyes, then sat up with a start when I realised that the room was pitch black. Fumbling about, I managed to find my torch, switched it on and looked about. The panel! It was closed, but my hair grip still protruded from the hole in the wall, I pulled it free and stared at it, knowing that I now held the key to my wildest fantasies.

I got to my feet on rather wobbly legs, knowing without a doubt that what I’d experienced hadn’t been a dream. Besides my sticky inner thighs, I also had that feeling of euphoria that only comes after an intense orgasm.

I let myself out of the priest hole. Everything was quiet as I crept back to my room. I was surprised that it was still daylight, half expecting it to be night time. My bedside clock told me that I’d been gone for barely half an hour.

I stripped off my clothes and stood naked in front of my mirror. My slit was wet to the touch – wet and sticky, just as if everything had happened minutes ago. More than that, my body still tingled.

Wanting a shower, I reached for my robe, then saw the little bunch of flowers on my pillow. I dared not pick them up… not just yet, anyway.

The End

by Kinkys_sis

I sat in the garden, the happiest girl in the world. I thought of how in barely a week my whole world had changed. I felt so different, even my awful shyness was evaporating.

This girl, Bee. Like I said before, oh yes, I knew her, or at least of her, everybody did. She was a hero in our school. Not only was she the school’s boxing champion but in the whole area as well. Once she beat up the leader of the school bullies and faced down the rest of their gang.

I had always been in awe and a little scared of her, although there was no good reason why I should be. I hadn’t ever understood quite how someone could be so tough and yet so beautiful.

She was in another world to me. Three years higher up in school was like light-years away.

Then she had sat next to me on the bus. She scared me out of my wits but she spoke to me so nicely and I managed to calm my nerves. But I was in an awful fluster when I left the bus and I saw her wave. Bee had waved to insignificant me.

What followed was awesome. Now, I was her girlfriend and I still really couldn’t believe it. When we walked into school last Monday, and she held my hand, I saw her glaring about, daring anyone to comment. No one did. No one laughed at the thirteen-year-old holding a ten-year-old’s hand.

When I’d got to my class, my friends were so excited, gathering around me twittering like a bunch of sparrows. So many questions they threw at me. I was saved by the teacher appearing. Although I noticed her giving me a strange glance. Clearly, she’d also heard.

By Friday, things began to settle. I wasn’t used to being looked up to by my peers but now, I found I was. It was the strangest feeling, and all down to this girl, Bee. I loved her so very much.

It would never have crossed my mother’s mind that it was anything more than just a new friendship. In fact, she was delighted to see me coming out of my shell. She may have been a bit surprised at our age difference but she thought Bee was a wonderful influence on me.

She had taken an instant liking to Bee when she came to tea on Wednesday. It had been such a lovely evening. Somehow, I managed to not show my true feelings. Mum didn’t notice anything

I showed Bee my room, but other than a wonderful kiss, we behaved, although I could see the fire in her eyes. I knew she was dying to strip my clothes off or at the very least, finger my pussy, but somehow, she resisted. I was disappointed, but I also knew that it was for the best.

Now, it was Friday and tomorrow, I’d meet Bee, just us two together. She hadn’t said where we were going, only that if the weather was nice, she had places to show me.

I knew she had a strange hobby. Sometimes she went Geocaching and she said how she had discovered some beautiful places, places where almost no one else ever went. There was a sparkle in her eyes when she said we’d be alone in a world of our own.

Saturday morning came. Mum had made us a picnic lunch. “You’ll need it, traipsing miles while you do this geo thingy,” she said.

Then Bee was at our door. Mum gave her a hug and me a kiss. “Now, you two have a nice time, and don’t get up to any mischief.”

I saw Bee trying desperately to hide a smirk. “Oh, don’t you worry, I’ll look after her,” she told mum.

We had only got round the corner when Bee grabbed me. “Hey, come here you. I need a kiss.”

By now, I knew what her kisses were like. In only seconds, my toes were curling, my heart was fluttering and the tingle started up in my cunt. I wanted her to touch me and gripped her tightly, but instead, she pulled away. “Fuck! I’ve got a little sex fiend here, but you’ll just have to wait. This isn’t exactly the best place,” she said.

I hadn’t lived here very long and really didn’t know my way around. All I knew was what you saw from the car or the bus to school. But now, Bee led me into a world of magic. Violet and yellow coloured fields, hedgerows bursting with flowers, and fruits that weren’t ripe yet. The public footpath notices were there but I’d never paid them any attention. Bee explained how most of the paths went back to medieval times when people walked from village to village, but that hardly anyone used them anymore.

We saw rabbits galore, all kinds of birds and even one beautiful deer leaping away.

We went deep into a wood. The path almost disappeared, but Bee obviously knew where she was going. Then, in front of me, a wonderful sight. I knew instantly that it was religious but it couldn’t be the ruin of a church. Who would ever build a church so far from anywhere and in the middle of a huge wood?

Bee answered my question. “It’s a very old monastery but I don’t know any more than that. We could Google it when we get home, I guess.”

Most of it was a ruin, but some parts still showed how grand it must have been. I followed Bee through several archways until I saw much brighter light shining ahead. Through a final archway and there it was. Daylight broke through the gap in the trees. Lovely soft grass filled a small courtyard. To me, it was a paradise, a private world.

Bee stood watching me as I looked around in wonder. “Oh Bee, it’s so nice, thank you for bringing me here.”

She laughed. “I knew you’d like it but it’s not why I brought you here.”

“What — there’s more?”

She laughed again. “Oh yes, much more. Now come here and let me love you.”

I felt myself blush when I realised what she had meant, but this place was perfect, so very perfect, I stepped into her outstretched arms.

I felt the warmth of the sun on my back as she eased my top off my shoulders and slipped it down. Her lips followed it until I felt her on my nipple. I kissed the top of her head, my heart surging. She sucked me hard and I could feel the nipple stiffen. For a second, I clutched her head and then I was pulling at her clothes. I wanted to feel my Bee’s bare skin.

Her bum was warm and soft. “Bee, don’t you ever wear any knickers?”

“Only at school… sometimes,” she said.

I pushed her back so I could pull her top up and over her head. We stood there, just staring at each other. Two naked nymphs in the woods, was my thought.

She looked into my eyes. “Shit, I love you. Tell me you love me, I like to hear it.”

I rushed at her and she pulled me close again. “You know I love you,” I told her, just before our lips met. As we kissed, our legs bent and we slowly dropped to the ground. She lay me down in the soft grass, our kiss became wild as we rolled over and over.

I hadn’t known that I could feel anything so intense. I wanted to make love to her, but I also wanted her to make love to me.

Our rolling stopped and the kiss suddenly became so soft and tender. Bee looked at me once more. It was a look so full of love. “Thank you,” she said in a quiet voice.

“Why do you keep thanking me? I don’t want thanks. I only want your love. The question is, who’s going to be loved first?”

Bee knew the answer. I would never have thought of it.

She laughed again. “Oh, that’s easy, I’ve been thinking about this moment.” With that, she sat up and spun me around. She lay down and pulled me on top of her, but oddly, I was facing the wrong way. She spread my legs to either side of her chest with me sitting on her boobs but her hands grabbed my hips and she pulled me backwards until I felt her chin against my bum. A hand pushed my back, urging me down.

I felt her hot breath on my bum and I thought about the finger she had pushed in there the other day. It had shocked me. I didn’t understand why she would do that, but I didn’t care. If it’s what she wanted, then I was happy. I wondered if she was going to that now.

But instead, oh my God, she was kissing me there. Kissing my bum hole. How could she? Then I realised that it felt nice. It tickled and it made my pussy tingle. But even so, my bum?

My brain clicked into gear and I understood what her hand pushing at my back was telling me. I dropped flat on my face and went straight to her pussy. I felt her tongue tracing down from my bum hole, pressing and licking as I fell forward. Oh yes, it was good when she dipped into my slit. I thought I’d just found my new favourite position.

The first time I had used my tongue on her clit, I had been desperate to please her. Nothing else had mattered, but now I took the time to marvel at what was in front of my eyes. Two beautiful lips, more defined than mine were. Where my pussy was just a tight slit, hers was wide and ruffled.

I reached with my fingers. Oh, she was so soft under my touch. Her lips easily pulled open until I saw that little covering at the top. I knew it’s where I’d made her the happiest, where I had felt the bump between my lips.

I carefully pushed up and there it was. The little knob lifted in front of my eyes. I bent and took it between my lips, and her hips immediately jumped under me. I began to suck, and I realized how I loved the taste of her. How had I not noticed before? It was a glorious, tangy taste, like nothing I might have imagined. And then her smell. Oh God, it was wonderful. I breathed in deep, letting it fill my senses. It was my Bee.

I sucked harder, then used my tongue. I hoped that I was learning, that I was pleasing her. I must have been, because it’s what she was doing to me and I felt wonderful, my pussy tingling more than I’d ever known.

I could feel her fingers caressing my bum, then one traced down slowly from my spine,to my bum hole. I squirmed as the finger tickled around. Suddenly, I wanted her inside, and somehow, I knew it’s what she’d do.

She pressed and I pushed up, I heard a little laugh before she was easing inside. She seemed to pause. I knew it must be tight, but it didn’t hurt so I tried to relax. She felt it, and her finger went deeper inside as we both still sucked and licked.

I heard a mumble from her. I only caught a couple of words — “…fingers, Evelyn.” Did she mean that she wanted me to touch her bum as well? I hadn’t done that before. But then, maybe she meant her pussy, I had no idea.

I was learning that Bee seemed to like everything, the weirder the better, and I had the answer.

Her bum hole was wet and slippery from the juices seeping from her pussy. I felt it with a finger, the first time I’d ever touched one. It felt a bit wrong to me, kind of dirty, but Bee wanted it, and I would give her anything she wanted.

Hesitantly, I pressed in the very middle. It seemed to resist, so I took a breath and pressed harder. I felt the warmth on my finger as it gradually eased in. She suddenly pressed down very hard and my finger disappeared, but she lifted again, almost immediately. She was trying to move her bum up and down, trying to fuck my finger. I knew then what I needed to do. I began to fuck her ass, just as she was now doing to mine.

I felt my whole body responding to her.I was on fire. Something wonderful was building inside me. I felt something new, something wild. Pure lust. My own thoughts surprised me. I wanted to show her how much I could give her. I wanted to fuck her brains out.

I lost all control. My other hand searched for her pussy — her cunt, she liked to say. My fingers pushed in, easily sliding through the hot wetness that seemed to be pouring from her. I kept adding fingers, trying to fill her. She surged up on my hand. For a second I worried that I might hurt her, but then I heard her wail, “Fuck, yes!”

I was so close to coming. I just wanted to let my body enjoy the beautiful feeling, but I didn’t want to stop fucking Bee. We were a bucking, writhing pair, so totally immersed in giving each other pleasure.

I could feel her straining, so I knew that she was just as close as I was. My finger in her ass hurt, she was banging down so hard. I had to pull it out. She didn’t seem to notice.

I could feel her insides gripping my hand. Fuck! My whole hand was inside her. I hadn’t been aware of how or when it went in, but it was. She started to shake, her lips clamped tight on my clit, and I saw the spray trying to force its way out of her around my hand buried inside. She was peeing and this time, I didn’t care. Instead, I just thought of how hard she was coming. This, I knew, was something special.

It was all too much for me, it tipped me over the edge. I couldn’t think. There were no thoughts. Only one shattering orgasm.

How long we clutched at each other, I’ll never know. I became aware that my face was on top of her pussy, and her arms were holding me tight. I lifted my head at the sound of her voice. “Are you there, my love?”

I began to pull my hand from where it was now deep inside her pussy. “No, don’t take it out,” she called. “Just turn around slowly, but keep it there.”

I struggled to manage, I felt so weak, but then I was between her legs, facing up at her. The look on her face told me everything, but she spoke anyway. “Oh my fucking God, Evie. What the fuck was that? So… so total, so…” she paused, “Are you okay, was it all right?”

Now, I grinned. “Bee, what you’re trying to say is, it was amazing. I never felt anything so wonderful.”

She laughed, then gave me one of her lustful looks. “As long as you’ve got your whole hand inside me, why don’t you fuck me again?”

There was nothing that at this moment I would rather do. She stayed, propped up on her elbows, she was watching my arm as I pumped in and out of her. Little streams of pee still squirted out every time I pushed in.

Her eyes closed just before her head dropped back, and she almost wailed, “God, Evelyn!” Her insides gripped my hand so hard that I could barely move it.I rubbed her clit with my free hand instead. Her elbows gave way and she lay back on the grass as her body convulsed. Her orgasm was so beautiful to watch.

Slowly, I eased my hand out of her pussy. It was sleek with her juices, glistening in the sun. I took a tentative lick, then I sat and cleaned my fingers like a cat licking its paws.

I glanced up and I saw her watching me, a huge grin on her face, “You like the taste of me then?”

“Bee, I like everything about you. You are my everything. I love you so much.”

We lay there, cuddled together. No words were necessary. We were the two happiest girls in the whole world.

The End

Note from JetBoy: Welcome to the thrilling and oh-so-sexy second and final installment of Louisa May’s triumphant return to the world of lesbian erotica… with many more to come, we hope!

Fate conspired to keep this from appearing as soon as we wanted — and since the plot of Chapter One is rather complicated, I strongly recommend that you visit it again before tackling this new part. (Click here.) Your enjoyment of the climax below will be all the greater.

And now, dear friends, take a deep breath and sit back as we part the curtains for our final act…

***

By Louisa May

I was at Marcia’s door again at 5:00 sharp on Monday. I rang the bell; the door opened almost immediately. And there she was.

“Hi! You’re Amy, I presume,” I said. Adorable, truly. Still in her school soccer outfit, light brown hair parted in the middle and pulled back into a ponytail, with a stray wisp hanging over her forehead. Amy had her mother’s wide-set blue eyes, a turned-up button nose, and dimples to die for.

“Yes, I’m Amy. Hello.” She blinked behind her big pink glasses. “And you’re Aunt Sasha.”

“I am.”

She grinned. “This is so cool. Please, come in!”

“Thank you!” I followed her into the foyer.

She closed the door and turned to me, biting her lip. “Mommy told me you were her best, bestest friend. She said you traveled all over the world, and you were really cool, and…” She bounced on her heels. “And, I couldn’t wait to meet you, ‘cause…” and she blushed. “Cause I just really wanted to.”

“Ahh, there you are…” Marcia swooped in from the other room, wearing another Von Furstenberg original. “On time exactly, of course..” She gave me a perfunctory hug, then looked down at Amy. “Honey, I told you to get dressed for Aunt Sasha, so you–”

“No, no.” I smiled at Amy, who was gazing up at me. “No, I think what you’re wearing is perfect.” Amy grinned, blushing. God, her dimples really were amazing. “Look at you… you’re beautiful!” She turned an even deeper pink.

Marcia rallied. “Shall we go in the kitchen? Get some refreshments for our guest?” Amy scooted off first, and we followed. A pitcher of lemonade, with glasses, sat on a tray on the counter. Amy poured, then offered me a glass.

“Thank you, sweetie.” I took a long draught. “Ahhh…” She stood there, looking at me. I reached out to touch her head. “I love your hair.”

She giggled. “Thank you. You are… you’re so pretty.” She took a deep breath, then blushed again.

“Why, thank you, Amy. That is so sweet.” I took a sip, and nibbled an ice cube. “So… why do you think I’m pretty?”

Her big blue eyes got even bigger behind those glasses. She opened her mouth, then closed it.

I smiled. “I mean, tell me… what parts of me, what… things about me make you think I’m pretty? Hmm?” I looked down at her as she thought, then glanced up at Marcia. She, poor fool, seemed just as perplexed.

“Amy. Do you like my hair?” I fluffed it backhanded.

She nodded. Small voice, light, high: “Yes, I do. I like your hair. It’s so… black, and fluffy…”

“Mmm…” I tilted my head. “What about my breasts?” I held a hand under my boob and arched forward. “Are my breasts pretty?”

I watched Amy draw a deep breath. Of course, blushing. She nodded.

I looked down at myself. “I’m not wearing a bra, so you can see right through.” I squeezed my breast through my T-shirt (oh yes, I’d thought of everything!). “See my nipple? Poking out here?” Amy was wide-eyed, staring. “Do you like that?” She nodded, hardly breathing. “Here.” I caught her hand in mine, then placed it on my breast. “Do you feel my nipple through there? Hmm?” She nodded again, transfixed. I felt her small hand, her fingers grazing my erect nipples. “Good…”

Now I turned around. “What about my bottom, Amy? Do you like my bottom?” I was wearing particularly close-fitting pants that day. I looked back at little Amy, who was gazing at my backside avidly. Hmmm…

“I do… I like your bottom, Aunt Sasha. I like it a lot.”

“Put your hands on my bottom, Amy.” She did, hesitantly. Behind her, Marcia was lurking — confused, unsure… horny.

“Do you like how that feels, Amy? My bottom in your hands?” I felt the girl gently squeeze. Ohh, lovely.

“I… I like that. It feels… nice.” My heart warmed to her. So concentrated, so focused on the task at hand. I wanted her to explore down there for a very, very long time… but I also wanted to take things even further.

I turned back. “Good!” Amy moved back, expectant. I put a hand to her soft cheek. “You are such a darling…” She blushed and smiled. Those dimples…

Marcia clapped her hands together. “Dinner?”

***

We moved to the living room after dinner. Marcia and I sat on the couch, while Amy laid on the floor and used the TV for a video game monitor. Apparently this was something mother and daughter did after dinner, affording Marcia an unimpeded view of her daughter’s butt as she manipulated the joystick. Amy had changed into night attire — T-shirt and panties — and as she had headphones on, our conversation remained private.

We watched Amy’s little bottom shift and wriggle with the ongoing game experience. I turned to Marcia. “Quite an amazingly sensual little thing you created here.”

She flipped her hair. “Thank you.”

“No, I mean…” I watched her daughter work the game, watched her lithe little body respond. “She is extraordinary.” I touched Marcia’s leg. “I definitely think that you need to be at her session.”

“Oh, I will, yes, abso–”

“No, I mean, you need to be there.” I looked into her eyes. “You need to be in the room. With us. While she masturbates.”

Marcia started. “Wait, what?” She shook her head. “That’s… while she masturbates?” I nodded. “But… she’s only eleven!”

I tilted my head.

Marcia glanced at me. “I know, I know, I’m sorry, yes… but…” She watched as her daughter scored a point and lifted her bottom up from the carpet, then sighed. “But how will that–”

“Marcia. This is something I have been doing for years. I know what I’m doing. Do you doubt that?”

Marcia shook her head. “No, no, of course not.” She leaned into me and lightly kissed my cheek, then quickly looked at me. “I’m sorry; is it okay for me to do that?” I smiled and nodded. She breathed a sigh.

I watched Amy. “And if you want to touch yourself during our session, you should.”

“While you’re in session?”

“Yes… believe me, she won’t even know you’re there. It might be very therapeutic for you to masturbate to the sight of your daughter masturbating. See how you feel.” I got up to go to the bathroom.

Later, we were putting Amy to bed. Before she got in, she hugged me. “I’m so glad you’re Mommy’s friend…”

I kissed the top of her head. “Me too, little love…”

***

Amy lay back in a very large and comfortable armchair, set at a restful 38˚ angle. She wore her school uniform, and had removed her saddle shoes. Her eyes were closed.

I sat behind her, my voice lightly amplified through the speakers in her chair. “Can you hear me, Amy?”

She smiled. “Yes, I can hear you.” She felt a bit dizzy, but nice dizzy. Kind of like how she felt once when she’d had the eggnog at Grandma’s Christmas dinner. Her eyes would be closed the whole time.

I could tell by her response that Amy was beginning to experience the effects of the herbal tea I’d brewed for her. This particular blend of chamomile, kava kava, passionflower, ashwagandha and valerian was most useful for producing a mellow, relaxed feeling in the drinker, even making some patients a bit giggly. So far, it appeared that the tea was affecting Amy in the precise way I wanted.

“Do you feel comfortable, Amy?”

“Mm-hmm..”

“Yes? Do you feel good?”

Amy writhed luxuriously in the chair. In a soft, high voice, she murmured, “Mm, I feel really good…”

“Good… I’m glad.” I pushed a button in the console on my desk. A door quietly opened behind me. Marcia entered and gave me an inquiring look. I motioned to the chair on the other side of the room, in the shadows, opposite Amy. She crept over to it.

I pushed another button. “Now, Amy?”

“Yes?”

“Do you know who I am?”

She giggled. “Are you…? You sound like that elf queen in Lord of the Rings. The… that lady…”

After a moment, I continued. “Do you want to talk with me?”

“Ohh, my gosh, yes, absolutely, I… you sound so nice, I just wanna… hmmm…” Her little voice cooed playfully.

“Good. Okay, Amy, I just want you to tell me… last night, when you were in your bed, just before you went to sleep… who were you thinking about? Do you remember?”

“Mmm-hmm…”

“You do? Who were you thinking about, Amy?”

“Umm… I was thinking about Aunt Sasha..”

I smiled. “You were?”

Amy grinned to herself. “Mmm-hmm…”

“What were you thinking about Aunt Sasha, Amy?”

“Mmm… I was thinking about how pretty she was… and how she said I was pretty… and, um, when she let me feel her boobies.”

“And what were you doing when you were thinking about her?”

“I was petting my kitty.”

“You were?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“That’s so nice. She would like that you were petting your kitty.” I saw Marcia leaning forward on her chair in the dark corner. “You know, Amy, if you want, you can pet your kitty now. You can just lift up your skirt and pet your kitty.” I saw Amy smile. “You’re free, Amy. Pet your kitty. Feel good.”

And she did. Her eyes still closed, Amy idly tugged her school skirt up so it was draped across her tummy, and let a hand slide onto her panties. She lazily massaged herself, and sighed. “Oh… that’s nice,” she murmured.

“It is, Amy. That’s so nice…” I got up from my desk chair and stood behind her, looking down. My voice, on head-mic, still carried through the chair speakers. She lay back, eyes closed, skirt up, fingers idly massaging the crotch of her panties.

“You’re in the living room of your house, Amy. Thinking about Aunt Sasha. No one else is here…” The girl made a soft, satisfied mewing sound and continued to stroke herself. “Oh, now Aunt Sasha comes in. She’s smiling. Oh, Amy, she’s so happy to see you…”

Amy crooned, “Mm, I’m so happy to see her, too,” and her fingers began to move a bit faster.

“Aunt Sasha wants to ask you something.”

Amy’s eyebrows rise. “What? What, Aunt Sasha?”

I come around to stand by her side. Amy is firmly kneading the front of her panties. “Amy… my pretty love… may I take off my clothes? Is that okay?”

Amy swallows, nods. “Yes. Oh, yes, Aunt Sasha. I would love that.”

“Really? It’s okay?”

Amy rubbed herself even harder. “Mmm, yes, yes, Aunt Sasha, yes. Take off your clothes. Yes…”

I watch the girl’s face flush as she masturbated through her panties. She is panting softly. Standing in front of her. I say, “I love getting naked.”

“Oh, me too! At the beach… I love being naked, I love how it feels. Ooh…” Yes. She’s feeling the first little tendrils of orgasm.

“I’m taking off my shirt now… ohh, my breasts feel so free… do you like my breasts, Amy?”

“Mmmn… yes, oh, yes, Aunt Sasha… ohhh… I love your breasts, I love how your nipples, ohh, gosh… they’re so big…”

“Mmm… now I’m taking off my pants. And my panties.” I could see Marcia in the corner. She had a hand under her dress, her mouth hanging open. She saw me looking.

“Ohh, Aunt Sasha,” Amy’s voice was getting shaky now. “Are you… are you naked?”

“I am, Amy.” I gently put my hand on hers, the one resting on her pussy. She gasped. “Now I want to make you feel really, really good. Okay?”

Putting her hand over mine, she nodded. Her eyes were closed the whole time. I pulled her panties down, and she lifted her hips so I could slide them right… off.

“Open up to me, baby girl. Open…” And she spread her thin legs wide. I cupped her hairless, slick little pussy. In the shadowy corner, I could see Marcia’s pale thighs and the darkness between them. Her dress was now up around her middle, and she was working her pussy, rubbing away…

“Ohhh!” Amy bucked against my hand. I began frigging her with my fingers. “OhhHHH, Aunt Sasha… ohhh my gaaa!” I felt her orgasm into my hand, felt her little body churn into me. “Oh, oh, ohhhh gosh, eeuuuhhh…!” And with a high-pitched keening, Amy shuddered into orgasm just like her Mom had, those thin hips now perched on the edge of the chair. Marcia was digging into her own pussy, trying not to cry out, watching her daughter come into my hand.

***

At noon the next day, I was sitting in a booth at my corner cafe, Cafe Paris, waiting for Marcia. She’d called minutes earlier, asking that I meet her for an ‘emergency meeting’. I sipped my latte.

Marcia hustled in, seating herself across from me. She wore a blue boho high-waisted midi dress. Our waitress immediately brought her the affogato I’d ordered for her.

Marcia was in hyper-apologetic distracted mode — her usual demeanor, really — and started right in. “Oh, my God, thank you so much for seeing me, I just had to–”

“Are you wearing panties?”

It brought her up short. “What?”

I tilted my head. “You heard me.”

Marcia opened her mouth, then closed it. “Yes?”

“Take them off.”

She looked at me, wild-eyed. “I… but this is–”

“Take them off.”

She nodded, quickly glancing around her. Then she reached under the table, squirming, and peeled her panties out from underneath. I held out my hand, and she hurriedly gave them to me. I crushed them to my nose. “Ahh… Eau de Marcia.” Turning away from her, I raised my other hand.

Marcia cringed. “Sasha, no…”

I caught the waitress’s eye.

She approached. “Yes, Miss Laval?”

Holding the panties in my hand, I asked, “Could I have another latte, do you think?”

“Certainly.” She scurried off.

Marcia was blushing furiously. “Sasha, please..”

I smiled at her, and stuffed the panties in my purse. “Now what?”

Marcia took a deep breath, shaking her head. “You…” She took a sip of coffee, then put it down. “Okay… so Amy, this morning…” she tittered, “I mean, every morning, she is so impossible, like, I can’t get her started, you know? She’s always so sleepy, and grumpy, and… I don’t know… just blahh. But this morning, oh my God, she comes bouncing into the kitchen, and she’s just talking non-stop, and she tells me this dream she had…”

“Make sure your legs are open so you can feel the air.”

Marcia stops, and considers. “I can…” She shifts in her chair, then takes a breath. “So… Amy starts telling me this amazing dream she had, about you… and being with you, and… really, Sasha, she had no idea… I mean, she thought she’d just gone to see you at the office, and you’d talked, and then… well, then I guess Amy thought she’d come home, gone to bed, and had this amazing dream…”

“Which she did, yes…”

“Yes, but now she’s all upset that she was starting to feel all this ‘sex stuff’ — that’s what she said, ‘sex stuff’ — and she was just going on about how she needed someone to teach her, because she didn’t want to be doing that kind of thing with kids she knew… and she didn’t know any grown-ups. Anyway, the whole thing came down to…”

“She wants me.”

Marcia nodded. “Yes. That’s what she said. ‘I decided that I need Aunt Sasha to teach me.’ That’s what she said.”

I nodded. “Sooner than I thought. But good.” I took a sip from my latte, then leaned forward. “Okay, here’s what I need you to do.” Marcia squirmed in her chair. “When does Amy get home?”

“Umm… well, it’s Wednesday, so… she’s home by 3:30.”

“All right. So, tell her I will be at your house at 4:00. Tell her to wear whatever she thinks I might like. And I think we should be in your bedroom. Yes.”

Marcia was unobtrusively flapping her skirt below the table. “This is… so you’ll be teaching her…”

“Yes.”

Marcia nodded. “And… what can I–?”

“You will let me in, and bring me to your bedroom, and — is there a way to reach you from there? Should I phone you, or–”

“Oh, we have a wireless intercom by the bed, to the kitchen, the poolhouse, and Amy’s room –”

“Excellent. So you can say your hellos and then go do whatever you do, until I call you.”

“Yes.” Her face was flushed. She continued to stare at me.

I made a dismissive gesture. “So go!”

She hurriedly stood, pulling at her dress, almost stumbling over the chair. “Yes! All right, I’ll… I’ll see you soon, then!” And she hustled out.

I reached into my purse and felt the soft fabric of her panties.

***

The door was open as my town car pulled up. As the driver pulled away, Marcia waved from the entryway, dressed in the same blue floral midi she’d worn at the restaurant. As I neared the doorway, she looked both ways, then quickly flashed me to let me know she’d kept the commando faith. I smiled.

“Amy’s in the bedroom,” she told me, closing the door. “She wanted to be there, waiting for you.”

I handed her my overnight case, then slid a hand up Marcia’s thigh to cup her. She gasped. “Thank you,” I said. “You are my darling slave girl.” She laughed nervously. I kept my hand on her vulva. “You know that.” I brought my fingers to my nose and smelled them. “Mmm. Now bring me to her.”

Marcia gave a shaky nod, then led the way to her bedroom.

I stopped her at the door, opened it myself, slowly, then gave it a quiet tap. “Knock-knock?”

And little Amy, who’d been lying fully clothed on the bed in her soccer outfit, jumped up. “Aunt Sasha!” Racing over to where I stood, she hugged me, burying her face in my midsection. The top of her head came to just above my breastbone. I stroked her dark, silken hair. As usual, it was parted in the middle and pulled back in a ponytail, with a few stray strands hanging down.

Amy gazed up at me. “I’m so, so, so glad you came!” She kissed my belly, and looked up again, blushing.

I kissed the part in her hair. “I am, too, sweetheart.” I turned to her mother. “Thank you, Marcia.”

Amy immediately darted over to Marcia and hugged her, too. “Thank you, Mommy…”

Marcia looked at me, amazed, then patted her daughter’s head. “You’re welcome, honey. I’m glad…” She took a breath. “Yes.” She went to the door. “Just… let me know if you need anything. The, umm, the intercom is right there, so… so have fun!” She made an awkward smiley face and left, closing the door.

I turned to drink in the sight of this beautiful little girl. She had her shiny green soccer outfit on: an over-large jersey and long, loose shorts. And knee-high sport socks, or whatever they called them in soccerland. Her hair, as I said, was parted in the middle, and she wore glasses. And had freckles. And braces. And dimples for miles. She was absolutely adorable.

“I love your outfit,” I told her.

She grinned, and tumbled onto the bed, then bounced up onto her knees. “I put this on ‘specially for you, ‘cause you told me it was perfect!” She made the bed jiggle. “You said I was beautiful.” She blushed.

“And I was right!” I kicked off my heels and sat on the bed, putting my feet up, then laid back, resting my head on the pillow. “It is perfect. And you are beautiful.”

Amy looked at me shyly for a second, then threw herself at my side, and put her thin arm over my belly. She nuzzled her face into the side of my breast. “Ohh… you are so, so beautiful, too…”

I brushed a strand from her forehead, then kissed her there, idly trailing a hand up and down her back.

We lay like that for a few long moments, enjoying our own warmth. Then she looked up at me. “Mommy told you what I… umm, why I wanted you to come. Right?”

I nodded. “I think it’s best if you told me yourself, though.”

She lowered her head, took a long breath and released it into my side. So warm. Her head popped back up. Amy’s eyes were huge and blue behind the lenses of her glasses. “I just… I had the best, bestest dream, and you were in it, and you were making me feel so, so, so amazingly good, and I knew it was… I knew it was sex stuff, but I didn’t know… I mean, I don’t know anything about sex stuff, or anything…” Her little hand was tracing circles on my tummy. Melting, moi.

“And so, and so, I don’t know anybody who could teach me! Not other kids” – she made a face – “and definitely not any grownups.” Did she know what that little circling hand was doing to my belly? Amy’s big eyes turned up towards me again, then with a sigh, she flopped sideways, onto her back. “I know I’m just a kid…” She rubbed at her nose — very kid-like. “Just a stupid little kid.” She took a deep breath through her nose. “But–”

I put a finger to her pretty, slightly chapped lips. “Shh, shh, shhh…” Turning on my side to face Amy, I tapped her cute little nose. “First of all… you are anything but stupid.” Her mouth twisted to hide a smile. “But most of all… you are not ‘just a kid’.” I gently rubbed my thumb along her cheek. “You are so special, Amy. Do you know how special you are to me?” She shook her head.

“Well…” I sat up to survey her. Amy raised herself on an elbow, curious. “You know how much I love seeing you in your soccer shorts and shirt, right?” She nodded. “But what I’d love even more is seeing you out of your soccer shorts and shirt.”

Amy’s grin grew as she understood what I meant. She could hardly contain her glee. “Like… naked?” I nodded. She dove at me and hugged me hard. “Yaay!”

I hugged her back. “And of course, I would be naked too.” She abruptly pulled away from the hug and stared at me, open-mouthed. She actually started to tear up. “Ohh, baby, baby, it’s good, we’ll be naked together.”

The dear girl spoke through her incipient tears. “No, I know, it’s… amazing, it’s… I’m j-just so happy, I just didn’t know what to do…”

I had to kiss Amy all over her teary face. And her glasses, which got smudged. So we took them off and set them by the intercom. Her face without glasses, those large blue eyes teary and blinking, were even more vulnerable, more doe-like.

I put both hands on her flushed cheeks. “Okay. How about we make getting naked a fun, sexy game?” She nodded vigorously. We were both now kneeling on the bed, facing each other. I thought. “How about we take off each other’s clothes… and every time one of us takes something off, they get a very special kiss?”

Amy clapped. “Yeah!” Then she tilted her head. “What’s a special kiss?”

“Ahh… fortunately, you’ll start our little game by taking off my shirt. And then I can show you what a special kiss is.” Amy nodded sagely, still a bit unsure. I smiled at her. “And then you can give me a special kiss, ‘cause you’ll know how it’s done.” I kissed the tip of her nose. “Got it?”

“I guess.”

“Good. So…” I opened my arms to her. “Unbutton my shirt!”

Amy grinned a horror movie grin, then took a deep breath. “Alll-riiight…”

“Oh, stop… you can do buttons.”

“Shh! I’m concentrating…” She was, too, her little tongue sticking out as she worked. There were only four buttons on my work blouse, so presently — done! Amy actually said, “Ta-daa!”

I shuffled out of the garment, then sat back against the pillows at the head of the bed. Amy was staring at my boobs, nestled in their white lace bra.

I held out my arms. “Get up on my lap, baby girl. Time for your special kiss.”

“Yesss!” She grinned, and scrambled up to straddle me, half-kneeling, her legs splayed outward in that hyper flexible way young girls have. We were almost even in height — her eyes came up to my chin. Resting her small hands on my shoulders, she bit her lip.

I gave her a warm, reassuring smile. “Ready?”

She nodded slowly, then took a deep breath. “What do I do?”

“It’s just a kiss, sweetie.” I touched a finger to her soft lips. “And if you happen to feel my tongue slipping in, into your mouth… just let it. And then maybe your tongue can play with mine.” I eased my fingertip between her lips. She gave it a light suck, her big eyes on mine. “And we just have fun. All right?” A tiny wet sound as I withdrew my finger.

She nodded. “All right.”

I turned my head slightly and leaned in to kiss her. Amy’s lips met mine, puckered tightly at first, then loosening as she felt my own larger mouth cover hers, wet and warm. Sensing my tongue as it slipped inside, she parted her lips, welcoming me in. I felt her smaller tongue quiver slightly as it met mine. I felt Amy’s entire body relax; she breathed deeply, then began to let the pleasure happen, inside and out.

I don’t know how long we kissed… but suddenly, as one, we broke away from one another. Wet-lipped. Wet-chinned. Just… gazing at one another, taking deep breaths. Amy’s freckled face was a glowing pink, her eyes still half-closed. She gave a weak giggle. “Yep, that’s… that’s special, all right.” Another giggle. I giggled in response. We had a small laughing fit together, then she put her fingers through my thick, dark hair. “Your hair is so pretty…”

I reached up to take her hand, then turned her wrist and kissed the soft, pale skin of Amy’s palm, whispering. “Sweet girl…” Then I lightly slapped her bottom. “Good grief, we will never get naked at this rate!” Amy immediately hopped off me and knelt at my side. “I mean, we do want to get naked — right?”

She bounced up and down on her knees. “Yes! Yes, we wanna get naked, we wanna get naked!”

I grinned. “Okay then, your turn! I get to take off your shirt now. Right?”

She grinned back and held her arms straight up. “Yes! Take off my shirt!”

I kneel-walked over to Amy, took hold of the hem with both hands and tugged it upwards. “Watch your ponytail, sweetie…”

“It’s okay…” she said, her voice muffled by the upturned soccer shirt. We carefully maneuvered her top up and off, and I tossed it aside. Her skin was so pale, alabaster. Freckled alabaster. And… breasts!

“Ohh, honey, look what’s growing here!”

Amy blushed and tried to cross her arms. “They’re tiny, they’re not even boobies, they’re like, just bumps…”

“Oh, stop. Come on now, let me see…” And she reluctantly let her arms fall, looking away, then up at me with hopeful eyes. I leaned down to see them up close. “Ohh, baby… they are beautiful.” I touched her right breast bloom gently, tenderly. “Very soon, you’re going to have just as beautiful big-girl breasts.” I gave each one a little kiss.

She breathed, and swallowed. “Really?”

I nodded. “Absolutely.” She gave me a shy smile.

I leaned back on the pillows. “Now. Do I get a special kiss?”

Her shy smile grew slowly into a somewhat wild one, as she climbed onto me, bare-chested, with just her shorts and socks on. “Yes! You do! I get to give you a special kiss!” I was now flat on my back, and Amy lay on my chest, looking down at me. Gorgeous.

Then, somehow, Amy suddenly became shy, unsure how to begin. “Um…”

“You only have to kiss me, honey. The rest just happens.”

She came closer, pressing her lips to mine… and time went away all over again.

When our mouths finally drifted apart, I noticed that I’d been kneading Amy’s firm little bottom through her shorts, and she was grinding that cute butt against my busy hands.

She came out of our mutual trance first, then lightly clapped her hands to my cheeks. “Special. Kiss!”

I gave her bottom a playful squeeze. “Special. Kiss!”

Amy grinned fiercely, then with a little moan and a sigh, quickly kissed me on my lips, hard. Her eyes shone. “Okay…” she said, “okay, now you have to, I mean, I have to…” She took a confused breath, then let it all at once. “We have to take off your bra!”

I sat up, turning sideways. “You know how to undo the fastener back here?”

Amy nodded. “I help Mommy all the time, Aunt Sasha.” And she started undoing.

“Wait.” I felt her hands pause. “Come here.” I brought her around. “Now. First things first: I am not your aunt. I’m just your mom’s oldest, best friend. And she thought ‘Aunt Sasha’ is right for who I am to you. Which is fine, I guess.” I stroked her arm. “But now, I want you to know that I’m just… Sasha. Okay?”

The girl nodded. “Sasha.” I nodded back.

She pointed at her bare, beautiful chest, and smiled. “Amy.”

I grinned, responded. “Amy.”

She pointed at me. “Sasha.”

I nodded. “Right. Now get crackin’ on this bra.”

She expertly undid the fastener, and I turned back towards her. “Here you go, baby.” I gave Amy both ends of my bra, for her to let fall away. She knelt with it in her outstretched hands, staring at my breasts. They were a bit smaller than her mom’s, and firmer… but my nipples, especially now, were… extravagant. Dark, engorged, standing amid plump, textured aureoles. They were like two miniature versions of that mountain everyone is looking for in Close Encounters… like nipples on an actual baby’s bottle.

Amy dropped the bra. Her hands opened, frozen in the act of wanting. “They’re amazing…” she whispered.

I smiled. “Go ahead and touch them, honey. Squeeze them. They like that.”

She stared at me, her mouth slack, then brought both hands to my chest. Her fingers seemed to avoid my adult-sized nipples, but she carefully cupped her small hands around them. Amy looked up at me, eyes wide with wonder. “They’re so warm.” She gave each one a very gentle squeeze.

I stroked her cheek with the back of my hand. “You know what they’d really like?”

“What?”

“For you to suck them. Would you do that for me?”

She nodded at me, then looked back down at my mounds of awe. Her head leaned in; then she stopped,. swallowed, then came closer. I watched her lips part and take a nipple in. Just the tip against her tongue. Her eyes went up to mine, and I nodded. “Mmm… nice.” At that, she sucked more of the breast in, and oh, it felt wonderful.

She started to nurse from me like an infant, drawing in even more of my hungry nipple. “Ohh, Amy… ohh, baby girl, that feels so good…” And yes, I was starting to feel it down below, that glorious thickening…

Not yet, though. I gently pulled away, my nipple going *plop!* as it left Amy’s mouth, then fed her the other one. “Let’s even things out here, sweetie.” She dutifully obeyed, and sucked…

That sensation nearly overwhelmed me all over again… so once more, I broke that blissful contact.

*plop!*

She knelt back. I looked down at her, breathing rather heavily, and shook my head in disbelief. “Girl… what are you doing to me?” I sat back on the pillows, and Amy joined me, stretching out by my side. Her finger traced a circle on my bare belly. “I just think you’re so, so… so cool…” She looked up at me.

I touched her nose. “I love you too, Amy.”

She blushed, and her chin quivered. “That’s… that’s what I meant.”

I smiled. “I know, honey.”

Her eyes were wide. “I do, Aun – Sasha. I do. I love you.”

I leaned down to plant a kiss on her forehead. “Now, come on, we’re just dilly-dallying here. We’ve got more clothes to take off! Right?”

Amy was up on her knees again in a flash. “Right!”

“You know what? Let’s just do it,” I said, getting to my feet. “You just stand there on the bed and take off your shorts. And I’ll take mine off.” I began to peel my black suit pants down.

“Okay.” Amy pulled her shorts down, stepped out, then threw them across the room. “Ta-daa!” She was standing on the bed in just white panties and knee socks.

I quickly hung my pants over a chair, then turned back to her, going, “Ta-daa!” in my black hipster briefs. We both raised our hands in triumph. Then I lowered my eyes to give Amy an evil look, jumped onto the bed, and tackled her! She squealed with delight, her laugh one of full-on abandon. Lovely.

I wrapped my arms around Amy’s bare midriff and blew a raspberry into her belly button. She shrieked, then I let her go. She lay in the middle of the bed, knees up and swaying in and out. I sat on the side of the bed, looking down at her. A strand of her soft hair stuck to her sweat-dewy temple.

“Do you know how sexy you are in those?” I touched a finger to her pantied hip.

She blew her cheeks out, then dug a thumb under the waistband and snapped it. “They’re just my silly old white underpants…”

I leaned down to lie by her, my mouth close to her ear. “But you know what?”

She whispered back, eyes towards me. “What?”

I whispered, directly into her ear, “I get to see what’s inside those silly old white underpants…”

Amy gave a soft gasp. I raised myself and gazed down at her. She swallowed, her knees continued to sway, and in a small voice, she said, “That made me feel all… squishy when you said that…”

“Good.” And I leaned down to kiss her. Amy’s lips parted, and we began to share deep, sexy kisses again. Her little hands cradled my face, while I sent my hand traveling down her soft tummy until it rested just on the edge of her S.O.W.U. (sillyoldwhiteunderpants). Before I went further, though — I stopped, and raised my head.

She looked up at me, dazed. “What?”

“Turn over. Lie on your tummy.” Without a ‘why’, or another word, she rolled right over. Her ponytail reached the middle of her delicately-boned back. I straddled her lower thighs. “Mmm… I just wanted a good look at this pretty little bottom of yours.”

She turned her head, her ponytail swishing to the side. “Here it is!” And she wiggled her butt.

“I want to kiss it. Can I kiss it?”

She gave me a pitying look. “Aunt… um, Sasha. Sasha, you can do anything. Really. I want you to.” And she laid her head back down.

I looked down at that petite, white-panty-clad bottom, then leaned down and laid a kiss in the middle of a cheek. Then the other one. Then in between them, and this time my mouth stayed there. I breathed her in, breathed out…

“Wow… I can feel you breathing in my bottom. Right in my, my poopy hole.” Her bottom tightened, then relaxed. I felt her legs beneath me part slightly.

I kissed the backs of both smooth, white thighs. “Time for these to come off, I think.” I grasped her panties at the waistband and pulled down, revealing her perfect little bubble butt. “And then you get an extra-special kiss.”

I kept tugging downwards until those panties came to her thighs, bunched at her knees, then off. Now naked but for her white knee-high stockings, she clenched the newly bared bottom, then wiggled it again. She sang a little song into the bedcovers. “My bahh-tom, my naked bahh-tom. Bahh-tom, my naked bahh-tom…”

“Oh, just what I wanted!” I exclaimed. “A singing bottom!” Amy giggled.

I planted a kiss on each bare cheek. Lovely soft, tender skin to my lips. Then, as she hummed into the covers, I put my hands on her bum cheeks and spread them apart. Pink little halo, around a tiny, crinkly, dark dimple of an aperture. Amy had stopped humming. I leaned in and kissed her anus. I felt it contract on my lips. I licked, running my tongue slowly along her tiny hole.

“Ooh, that feels so weird…” Amy murmured. She shifted herself to push her bottom upwards, toward my mouth. “Do it again.” And this time, I stuck my rather long tongue out, swirling the tip against her little asshole, slowly spiraling inwards.

Amy lifted her head and turned towards me. “Oh my gosh, that’s…” she took a shaky breath, “you’re… oh gosh, that feels… ohh…” I pushed my slick tongue further into her. “Ohhh..” I could taste her insides, her little-girl insides. Deeper now. “Mmnn…”

When I let my tongue slide back out of her, I loved watching her wet, open butthole contract again to its former, guarded contour. She looked back at me. “Do that some more!”

I kissed a cheek. “Turn over first.”

With a deep breath, she did. I knelt between her legs. Amy’s bare, hairless little puss was open to me. It was pink and shining. Amy gazed up at me. Absolute trust. “This feels like my dream…” she whispered.

“Does it?”

Amy nodded. “You were naked, and then,” she searched her memory, “then, I think you took my underpants off, and you were petting my kitty–”

I smiled. “Amy. My darling.” I sat up, looking down at her.

Her brows rose. “What?”

“Well…” I stroked her open thighs. “I think… you know how we use baby names for our private parts, like… pee-pee, and, well, I used to say ‘my nonny’… and I think ‘kitty’ is a baby name, too. Right?”

Amy looked up at me, solemn. “But… that’s what I always called it – my kitty.”

“I know, baby. But you’re a big girl now, and I think you’re old enough now that you should be able to name your beautiful, precious place between your legs — whatever you want to.”

“Like… my pussy?” She blushed.

“Yes. Or, whatever you want to call it.” I gently rubbed her inner thigh. “It’s yours, pretty girl. It’s yours to name.”

“My…” All of a sudden, her face lit up. Her eyes widened. “I know!”

“What, honey?”

“I know what I’m going to call it!”

“Her.” I said.

“What?”

“Call her. It’s a her.”

“Yeah.” Amy grinned. Her legs came up as she giggled.

I smiled. “What, cutie? What’s the secret?”

Amy let her feet come down. She looked at me, biting her lip. “I’m going to name her — Sasha!”

It threw me. I laughed. “Sasha?”

She giggled. “My Sasha!” Her feet thumped on the bed. “’Cause then, even if you’re not with me, I always have my Sasha, right here!” She put both hands over her pink vulva. “And I can make my Sasha feel good. And my Sasha will make me feel good…” She gazed at me, blushing but happy.

I have to say, I was moved beyond what I’ve ever been used to. I fell back on the bed. Golly gosh — I was actually crying!

Amy was immediately up and scrambling over me. She saw my tears, and started kissing my face, all over. “Ohh, Sasha, I didn’t–”

“No, Amy, honey baby…” I could only hug her, and feel her kisses on my face, and neck, and chest. Putting my hands on her arms, I lifted her up. “Amy.” I kissed her forehead. “I… I don’t know how to…” I took a deep breath. She let me speak, looking deep into my eyes. “Baby… that is the nicest, most beautiful thing I have ever known…” She smiled shyly. “You are the nicest, most beautiful thing I’ve ever known…” I kissed her lips, tenderly. “Thank you, sweetie.”

She smiled, those dimples working miracles. “You’re welcome.” She sighed, and stretched out on top of me. After a while, she murmured, “Sasha?’

“Hmm?”

Her head came up to look at me. “I want to marry you. Can I marry you? We can, can’t we?” She laid back down on my chest. “I want to marry you…”

I stroked her back. “Let’s take it one step at a time, pretty girl.”

Amy’s response was to get to her knees, turn around and lie down in front of me. Opening her legs wide, she presented herself. She bit her lip, then said, shyly, “Sasha loves you.”

I took a huge breath, and moved to kneel before Amy, looking down at her open, bare, wet little pussy, then back up at her. She was giving me a look of unconditional love.

I melted. Returning my attention to her Sasha, I said, “Hello, Sasha. It’s so nice to meet you at last.” I kissed the labial folds. “I’ve wanted to for so long.” Opening my mouth, I took in her whole smooth vulva. Amy moaned, arching her back. My tongue slid down her velvet slit, tasting the Amy oils, her spices. She moaned again. And I started to suck her, driving my tongue into her small entrance, rubbing against her developing clit. Her moans became high-pitched squeals, loving, loving…

***

We lay together, entwined, on the bed. I’d pushed various buttons on Marcia’s wireless intercom — kitchen, pool house… and soon, there was a soft knock on the door. It opened.

Marcia looked in, wearing a terry cloth robe and bearing a drinks tray. “Hello? Ready for refreshments?” And she tottered in, setting the tray down on her vanity. She served us our drinks the way a stewardess might. “Ice water,” she said, handing a glass to me. Garnished, of course, with a slice of lemon.

Amy jumped up, still naked, and hugged her mother around Marcia’s robed waist. “Mommy, Mommy…”

“Well…” Marcia held her daughter’s Capri Sun Fruit Punch as Amy embraced her. “Here you go, love.” She gave the girl her juice box. Amy sucked greedily at the straw, then, still drinking, slid back onto the bed.

“So…” Marcia began, “I was taking a swim when I heard you on the intercom.” She rubbed her still-damp tresses, then noted her daughter’s flushed body, her mussed hair. “Have you… I mean, did you find out what you wanted to know, honey?”

Amy took a last, hard pull of her juice, then held the empty box out for her mother to take. “Ohh, Mommy,” she sighed, falling back on the bed. “It’s so amazing!” She crawled back to lie beside me. A proprietary hand on my belly. “We did so much sex!”

I watched Marcia. Her face betrayed a wide spectrum of emotions: envy, maternal pride, happiness… lust. “That’s… that’s wonderful, honey.”

Amy looked up at me, then back at her mom. “And you know what else?”

Marcia slowly shook her head. “What, honey?”

Amy flipped herself around, opened her legs, and pointed to her pink, open lady parts. “You know what I call this?”

Marcia was confused. “Umm.. you mean, your kitty?”

Amy grinned, waving her legs. “Nope! Because, I’m, you know, I’m more grown up now, so… what do you think?”

Marcia shook her head. Amy persisted. “Mom! What do I call her? You have to guess!”

“Your… pussy?”

Amy grinned again. “Nope!” Glancing down at her little vulva, she petted it fondly, then looked up again at her mom. “Give up?”

Marcia was hopeless. “Yes?”

Amy was triumphant. “This… is my Sasha!!” She patted herself. “’Cause, then, I can have Sasha be here with me, all the time…” She bit her lip. “And, I can always make Sasha feel good… and Sasha can always make me feel good.” She flopped back up to snuggle against me.

Gazing back up at Marcia, I raised an eyebrow. To be honest, I was probably as conflicted as she was by then.

Amy was tracing circles around my navel, then suddenly raised her head. “Oh, and Mommy? Sasha kissed my bottom, too! It was great!”

I kissed the top of Amy’s head, still holding Marcia’s gaze. “You know, baby girl… your mommy has wanted to kiss your bottom for a long time.”

Amy stared at her mother. Marcia said, “Ohh, well, it’s not exactly–”

“Really, Mommy? You do?”

Marcia stood, speechless, her mouth open. I said, “Come on, Mommy… tell her.”

She looked at me fearfully, then at her daughter. “Well, yes, I… I suppose I… yes, I did want to…”

Amy rolled over onto me, presenting her bare bum to Marcia. She looked up at her mother. “You can kiss my bottom if you want, Mommy.”

Marcia was paralyzed, caught up between her morals and her lust. There was Amy’s little bottom, bare and open to her. Years of dreaming…

Amy spoke again. “Kiss my bottom, Mommy…”

Marcia looked my way. I nodded. She lowered herself slowly onto the bed, gazing at her daughter’s smooth, perfect skin, the two divine little butt cheeks waiting for her. Was this, too, a dream? She saw me watching her, and again, I nodded.

Taking a deep breath, Marcia brought her lips to Amy’s bottom. She placed a gentle kiss on one cheek, then shivered, as if she’d had a glimpse of heaven. A kiss on the other cheek. Ohhh my God… 

Amy looked over her shoulder. “Sasha put her tongue in my butthole, too, Mommy.” She shifted against me, opening herself further. “Do you want to do that?”

Such a remarkable viewpoint I had — watching my young lover’s mother, wide-eyed, gazing hungrily at her daughter’s anus. “Go ahead… Mommy,” I murmured, smiling.

Marcia put both hands on her daughter’s cheeks. “Oh, my…” She spread them apart. “Ohh…” Then she pressed her face into Amy’s crack.

“Ooh… that’s so nice,” Amy sighed as she felt her mother’s tongue. “Ohh, Mommy… I feel you inside me…”

I cupped my hands around Amy’s dimpled cheeks. She looked down at me, her eyes half-closed. “Kiss me, baby girl.” And she swooped down, her little mouth open, and we started kissing, deeply, deeply, kissing and sucking. As Mommy drove her tongue deep into her daughter’s asshole, Amy kissed me and kissed me, sighing, whimpering and moaning. I felt and tasted her inner self, her excitement, her love.

***

Well. Amy got her wish. Believe it or not — we did marry! She was nineteen, I… well, okay, I was thirty-nine. Yes, all right, just short of forty, but who cared? I certainly didn’t, and Amy… oh, lord, Amy couldn’t have cared if I was eighty — she said. I kind of doubt that, seeing how she was such a sexual little bitch! Anyway, me being forty still worked very, very well.

And her mother visited us frequently. Marcia, God love her, had completely submerged herself into her role as sexual ‘NPC’ — she was our go-to fantasy player. And she absolutely thrived on it! I’d email her character breakdowns, and she’d arrive all set to assume whatever role we’d chosen for her.

Whether it was: ‘Mother of Ivy-league candidate, willing to do anything to get in’… or, ‘Mother of hapless teen caught at customs with contraband, ready to do anything to set things straight’… or…

You name it, Marcia is very, very willing to play. And we all have delicious fun.

And, my God, that is one of the uncountable things I love about my Amy. She knew me. I myself considered myself to be unknowable — but Amy knew me. From the start. At age eleven. She got me. And, heck, we knew we had to wait and wait until we could live openly as lovers. In this particular day and age, we must do as things are done. But when she, at that wonderful moment, told me that she wanted us to marry… I knew, too. It simultaneously broke and healed my heart.

We will ‘do sex’ until we can’t do sex. But I will be with Amy until the end. And I will always, always, know… that her Sasha will be there with her.

The End

 

Note from JetBoy: Here’s something special indeed… the long-awaited second chapter of this excellent mother-daughter story, submitted by the author about two years after the appearance of Part One. Sadly, this took much too long to post, and that’s the fault of yours truly. In my wretched defense, I was far more backed up with new and continuing stories than I am now. Still, it’s a Very Bad Thing to make an author wait this long to see their work in print. Humblest apologies to Pretty Pink Taco.

Now. Seeing as it’s been many moons since the first part appeared here, I’m going to demand that you read Part One before tackling this new installment. Your enjoyment will be greatly enhanced. You can find that chapter here.

***

By Pretty Pink Taco

“Hey hon,” my husband said when he woke me the next morning, sometime around 5 AM. “You fell asleep on the couch.”

“Oh, wow, I didn’t realize,” I yawned, slowly pushing myself upright.

“I’m heading off. I’ll be back around lunch,” he said on his way out. “Don’t have too much fun without me.” We always joked that my husband was the boring and serious one, though more extroverted than I was. He was the Chief of Physicians at the local hospital, and over the years we’d attend all sorts of banquets and galas in town. Everyone knew our family, we had strong ties to the community.

My oldest son Trevor was a lot like him. Brandon, my youngest, was sweet and sensitive. Claire was my wild child — strong, assertive, passionate. She’d taught me a few things over the years.

I looked at the portrait of us next to the Christmas tree from a couple of years ago and smiled to myself. My husband and I sat front and center, while my children stood behind us; all dressed in black. I felt grateful that we were actually as happy as we looked. We had no real scandals or secrets, no affairs or heavy substance abuse.

Well, except for the fact that I had secretly been having sex with my daughter for the last few years. Also with many of the wives and women in town; sometimes with my husband, sometimes without. Everyone was happy, but no one was happier than me.

Heading upstairs to bed, I remembered the day that I found Claire in bed with me, sucking on my breasts.

***

10 years prior

“Get off of me!… Ow!… Stop it!” was all I could hear in the kitchen as I cleaned up the lunch dishes and my kids attempted to murder each other in the living room. Eight, eleven and fifteen, God help me.

“Mom!… Shut up!… No, I didn’t!” I couldn’t tell who was yelling what.

“Trevor!” I screamed without even looking behind me. That was my oldest son’s cue to separate his younger siblings and keep the peace.

I hadn’t said a word to Claire all morning and all throughout lunch, and she didn’t say anything to me. We could barely look at each other.

“It’s Mommy Hour,” I said as I loaded the dishwasher, then headed upstairs for a nice long bath. No one could come looking for or bother me during that time. “If one of you dies during Mommy Hour, I won’t know until the end of Mommy Hour, understand?” I’d told them that a few years back, so they knew the drill.

I ran the water for my bath and undressed in front of the mirror. I touched my nipples, where Claire’s tongue had been. I couldn’t get it out of my head, what she’d done. Cupping one breast with both hands, I sucked at one nipple, then the other. I swore I could still smell her on me.

As soon as I got in the bath, I began to rub my clit roughly. I wasn’t in control of my thoughts anymore, I was obsessed with Claire, thinking about her in her bikini, about her long slender legs, so perfectly smooth. I needed her, I needed to touch her. I thought about her nipples and budding breasts, and how they made my mouth water. I thought about all of the opportunities I’d had to make her mine, and how reluctant I’d been to move forward.

Claire wanted me, I knew that for certain. But she was my little girl, and it was my job to protect her, not take her as a lover. But I couldn’t fight these feelings, not any more. I didn’t want to wait until the next time… maybe there wouldn’t even be a next time, not after the way I reacted to her earlier that morning.

“Hon?” my husband knocked at the master bathroom door.

“Come in,” I told him.

“Mommy Hour?” he smiled.

“Yes, they were driving me crazy.”

“I’ll get them off your hands here soon. You can have the house to yourself, we’re going to the mall and then the movies,” he said kindly, “Maybe you can call a friend and go out.”

“I’ll see. Claire’s not going. She and I need to have a talk about her behavior this morning.”

“Understood,” he nodded, never questioning my parenting. He was more of a disciplinarian than me, so he knew that when I was upset, it meant something.

Ten minutes later, I heard Claire’s bedroom door slam. Shortly after that, I heard the garage door open and close again. It was so loud that we joked about there being an earthquake each time it got used. But it gave us a good notification that someone was either coming or going.

I got out of the tub, drained it, then headed downstairs in my robe to make sure no one was home but Claire and me.

No one was. I went back upstairs to Claire’s room and opened the door.

“Claire?” She was lying on her back, then turned away from me when I came in. “We need to talk.”

“I’m already being punished,” she cried angrily, “What else do you want from me?”

I closed the door behind me and walked over to the other side of her bed, then knelt on the floor next to where she lay. Claire’s eyes were red and wet from crying.

Gently stroking her hair, I leaned in close. “Mommy wants a kiss,” I whispered, and pressed my lips to her pouty wet ones. She stared up at me in utter shock as I leaned in for another kiss, then another. After the third one, she began to kiss me back. Our lips met over and over again.

“Open your mouth,” I murmured.

Claire parted her lips, allowing my tongue to slip between them. She opened her mouth a little further, then met my tongue with hers. I was so nervous, my heart racing like it could give out at any second.

My daughter’s arms slid around my back as she thrust her tongue into my mouth. I was shocked by her boldness, but more turned on than ever.

“Mmmm,” I crooned into our kiss, pushing Claire back towards the pillow as I climbed onto the bed, hovering over my child’s body.

I explored her mouth with my tongue, and she explored mine. My daughter kissed me like a grown woman, and I wondered how she’d learned to do that.

I laid down on top of Claire, then shifted to one side, allowing my left hand to caress her face and shoulders. We continued to kiss hungrily, feasting on each other.

Finally, I broke away. “Did you like sucking on Mommy’s titties this morning, baby?” I asked her, then our mouths met again.

“Uh-huh,” she nodded between kisses.

Placing my hand on Claire’s chest, I cupped her little breasts through the thin t-shirt she wore. She was so beautiful. I felt so lucky. How many mothers got to love their little girls like this?

I rested a hand on her hip, then slipped it beneath my daughter’s shirt, caressing her soft tummy as we continued to kiss.

Suddenly breaking away, Claire exclaimed, “Wait!” and began to sit up.

I immediately withdrew, nervous that she might be frightened — perhaps enough to tell my husband what I’d just done. How on earth would I explain something like this to him?

“We — we can stop if you want to…” I stammered, now on my knees next to her.

Claire said nothing, just reached for the tie of my robe and gave it a sharp tug, causing it to part down the middle. As I gaped at my daughter, she pushed the robe off my shoulders, leaving me naked before her. I was frozen to the spot as Claire paused to admire me for a moment, her gaze lingering on my bare pussy. Could she see the wetness oozing down my inner thighs?

Working her t-shirt up over her head, Claire tossed it to the floor, baring her own chest. I licked my lips at the sight of my daughter’s budding breasts, capped by visibly erect nipples. I wondered if she’d take off her shorts too, but she didn’t. Perhaps she was waiting for me to do that.

We looked at each other for a long time. My child and I both realized how far gone we were, knowing there would be no turning back — not after this.

I made the first move, leaning forward to lick her left bud, flicking and teasing the nipple with my tongue before moving to the right one. This time I took the entire breast in my mouth and sucked. Claire reached out to place a quivering hand on my breast. She fondled it, then began to play with my nipple. Her fingers were clumsy, but my little girl’s touch turned me on more than anything ever had.

“Kiss me, Claire,” I told her.

She wrapped both arms around my neck and pressed her body against mine as our mouths met once more, tongues engaging in a heated dance.

Taking my daughter by the waist, I drew her slender frame closer to me and laid her down on the bed. We kissed again, more tenderly this time. My breasts were pressing against hers. As our kisses gradually ceased, I gazed into those enchanting brown eyes.

“I like this,” Claire announced — then giggled, her cheeks flushing slightly.

“You do? Have you thought about kissing me?” I asked. She nodded. “What else have you thought about?”

“I dunno,” she shrugged, then smiled.

“Licking my nipples?” I whispered, teasing her.

“Mom, have you ever kissed a girl before?” she asked me. I snuggled her closer to me and rested my head next to hers. I wasn’t sure if I should lie or tell the truth.

Finally, I said, “A few… have you?”

“Only Kayla,” she replied with a little shrug. “We kiss sometimes. She showed me her boobs, they’re big. She wears a bra.”

Kayla was her best friend, the daughter of my husband’s closest surgeon colleague, Russell Morgan, at the hospital. They were one of the few black families in the area and very well respected within the community. His wife, Laurel, owned a high-end spa in town.

“Did you kiss her nipples?”

“No, but I wanted to,” she admitted. Bending down, Claire found my breast with her mouth. As her tongue circled the tip, I stroked her hair and ran my fingers up and down her bare chest.

“Nobody can know about this, Claire,” I told her sternly. “We shouldn’t even be doing it — but since we are, it’s got to be kept secret. It would be bad for us both if–”

“I know,” she said, latching off for a second, “I wouldn’t want anyone to find out that I like being naked with my mom, kissing her, and sucking on her boobies.” She smiled. “I do like it, though. A lot!”

“I love it,” I said and kissed her forehead as her lips found my other breast.

***

About a week later, Claire had Kayla over. Kayla practically lived at our house and she was so well behaved, we were more than happy to have her.

“Hi, Kayla. How was your vacation?” I asked the chocolate-skinned beauty, who was seated next to my daughter on the couch of the family room.

“Good, Mrs. Schaffer,” she replied politely.

“Did you visit your grandma?” I asked, although I already knew the answer.

“Yes,” she responded. My daughter started nudging Kayla’s legs, trying to get her attention. I walked by them and into the kitchen. I didn’t really need anything. In fact, my objective was to eavesdrop.

“Stop it, your mother is right there!” I heard Kayla whisper. She was a good girl, especially in comparison to my naughty one.

“Mom! Can Kayla spend the night?” Claire called out.

My heart raced. I pictured Kayla and my daughter running around the house in their bikinis, like they normally did, then imagined them undressing, sharing kisses and fondling each other while I listened through the wall, rubbing my pussy until I passed out. “Mom?!”

“No, it’s too short notice,” I told her, almost on autopilot.

“Please, Mommy?” she begged, her voice gone quiet.

I walked back into the family room and found both girls sitting farther apart from where they’d been just a moment ago.

“Oh, I suppose. But only if your mom says it’s okay,” I told Kayla.

“Yes!” Leaping to her feet, Claire jumped up and down on the couch.

“Claire! No feet on the couch!” I scolded. She just continued to bounce. I walked over and stood directly in front of her, arms folded. “Claire…”

“Thank you, Mom!” she cried, wrapping both arms around my neck. Almost losing my balance, I grabbed at Claire, and our bodies suddenly came together. I was almost embracing her. She didn’t speak, just rested her forehead against mine, and I suddenly wondered if she intended to kiss me,

A surge of helpless arousal went through me, and I realized that I wanted to kiss my daughter — even with Kayla watching. Maybe because she was watching.

“I — I’m going to go finish up the dishes,” I murmured, our noses still touching.

“No,” Claire pouted before kissing me, lip to lip. She stared into my eyes, letting me know it was okay. She kissed me again, and this time I kissed her back, letting my hands slide down to cup her ass.

Throwing caution to the winds, I opened my mouth first and let my tongue dart between Claire’s lips. She eagerly returned my kiss, her own tongue engaging mine. I stole a quick peek at Kayla, who stared at us, wide-eyed and curious. We locked eyes and as we did, I lovingly fondled Claire’s ass, making sure that she saw me.

Finally breaking away, Claire began to jump on the couch again, gleefully chanting, “Oh, boy, Kayla’s gon-na spend the night, we’re gon-na have a su-per fun time…”

I smiled at my daughter’s friend. “Do you want a kiss, too, Kayla?” She glanced at Claire, then at me. After a moment, she gave a hesitant nod.

“No, she’s okay,” Claire told me, looking as if she was feeling a little jealous.

“Claire! Let your friend speak for herself. She already said that she does,” I told her.

Suddenly my husband’s voice was heard from the top of the stairs. “Claire, come let the dog out!”

“Later!” Claire called out impatiently.

“Now! Or else you’ll be going to bed early tonight, and I’ll drive Kayla home,” he sternly replied.

With an annoyed huff, Claire stalked up the stairs, scowling for all she was worth. Now it was just Kayla and me.

I sat down beside her on the couch. “You’re beautiful,” I told her, my heart racing.

“Thanks,” she said shyly, twiddling her thumbs nervously in her lap.

“Sit up, and I’ll give you that kiss,” I said, smiling at Kayla.

Did I dare to do this? My daughter’s best friend, the child of my husband’s friend, a girl of eleven. I’d be shamed forever and probably get jail time if it got out, but damn it all, Kayla was too desirable to resist.

Getting up to kneel on the couch, Kayla slowly drew closer to me. I was fine with that, wanting her to do as much of the work as possible.

“Sweet girl,” I told her, placing an arm across the couch cushions. She had full lips and cute dimples in her cheeks. I eased the child into my lap, and it made her giggle.

“Show me how you kiss Claire,” I whispered.

Her eyes grew warm and seductive. That’s when I knew that Kayla shared my desire. Leaning forward, she brought her mouth to mine. When I began to respond, her tongue emerged to lick at my lips. I slipped my tongue into her mouth and her lips parted to welcome me.

She was a perfect little girl, and that made it feel what we were doing even more wrong than it was. I couldn’t break away from her, though.

I pulled away and gazed into those puppy-dog eyes. “I won’t tell anyone about you and Claire kissing and having special fun together.”

“Okay.” Kayla’s gaze fell to her lap.

“I like you a lot,” I told her, trailing a strand of her soft, wavy hair between my fingers.

“I –- I like you, too,” she said, her voice whispery quiet. “Me and Claire… we both do.”

“You’re such a sweet girl,” I whispered, aching to undress her.

“I’m back! I’m back!” Claire shouted, bouncing down the carpeted stairs from the ground level. “Mommy, can we throw a sleepover party tonight down here? We can get the sleeping bags, and do our makeup and nails, eat candy and–”

“Okay, okay, calm down. Kayla still needs to get permission from her parents.”

“Can you ask them, Mom?” Claire begged. “It’ll be way better, coming from you. Please?” Kayla quickly nodded.

Just like that, I was on the phone a few minutes later with Kayla’s mother. “Hi, Laurel… how are you?”

I listened, then got to the point. “That’s great to hear. We’re all well, too. Listen, the girls are looking to have a little slumber party for two, and we were wondering if it was all right with you if Kayla spent the night. I can have her back tomorrow after lunch… Oh, yes, you and I need to get together, too.”

The girls started cheering and jumping up and down. I left the room, cordless phone in hand, to continue our chat. “Just promise me you’ll take Claire off my hands for a night or two in the coming months,” I told Laurel, only half kidding. “How’s Charlie?”

***

I went a little overboard when prepping for the slumber party. My conscience nagged me about how wrong it all was, but my pussy was wet from thinking about the possibilities, what might happen between me and the girls. I hit the supermarket for a variety of snacks, then found myself scheduling a last minute bikini wax.

After an evening of pizza, snacks, dancing, gossip, and horseplay, the girls began to wind down with a movie. Before then I was in and out, bringing them drinks and popcorn and making sure the rest of my family was fed and off to their own rooms for the evening.

I put on some of my sexiest underwear, then descended the stairs in my silk robe at around 10 PM.

“How are things going, ladies?” I asked.

“Fine,” they responded in unison. They were seated on the floor, leaning back against the plush sofa.

“Hey, Mom, come hang with us!” said Claire. “We’re watching a scary movie.”

I sat on the floor between both girls, wrapping my arms around them. They snuggled into me, and I began to gently fondle them through the thin t-shirts they wore. Kayla had small but firm breasts, while Claire’s weren’t much more than swollen nipples. My clitoris throbbed; my heart raced.

After a few minutes, I withdrew my arms, then placed a hand on each girl’s thigh. I stroked them for a bit, then my fingers found their way in between to lightly touch the fronts of their panties. Claire clamped her legs together tightly, gripping my hand, while Kayla opened her legs wider to welcome my caresses.

We talked about the movie while we watched it as if nothing were happening. I could feel the girls’ panties dampening, felt them shiver as I traced their slits.

After a while, I sat up, taking back my hands. “I’m going to go check on the boys,” I told them, rising to my feet.

“No, Mom,” Claire protested.

“I’ll be back,” I said as I exited the room. “I just want to make sure that we won’t be interrupted.”

Sure enough, both my sons were sound asleep, and my husband had passed out with an open book on his chest. I turned all of the lights off in the living room and kitchen and made sure the doors were locked, then made my way back to the family room. Thankfully, the girls were right where I’d left them.

“I’m back… so how’s the movie?” Neither of them answered, but Kayla shrugged. “You girls okay?”

“Yeah,” Claire replied. “We were just waiting for you.”

“Good.” I let my robe fall open, giving the girls a good view of my matching black lace bra and panties. Their eyes followed me as I sat back down in between them.

“Mommy, can I get in your lap?” Claire asked me shyly. It was odd of her to be this quiet.

“First, I’d like to see you and Kayla kiss.”

They came together. It was a beautiful sight, my eleven-year-old daughter’s mouth touching the full lips of her darling, luscious friend. Their tongues danced and plunged deep into each other’s mouths as if they’d done this many, many times before.

Needing to do more than watch, I leaned in to join the kiss, tasting the sweetness of their tongues. We swapped kisses for a long while, our passion steadily rising.

Finally, I pulled back and they both grinned at me eagerly, ready for whatever came next. “Claire, honey,” I began, ”could you take Kayla’s shirt off?”

My daughter turned to her friend. “That’s okay, right?” I asked her. Kayla nodded.

Beneath her shirt, Kayla wore a baby blue bra that outlined the girl’s puffy nipples.

“Kayla, would you take off Claire’s tank top?” Kayla leaned in, but my impatient daughter quickly took the top off herself and cast it aside, revealing her bare chest and budding mounds. The sight made my mouth water, even though I’d seen Clare naked many times.

I patted my thighs. “Now, Kayla, come sit on my lap.”

“Mo-om!” Claire protested. “That’s not fair! I asked first.”

“It’s okay, let Claire go ahead,” Kayla said.

I gave my daughter a stern look. “Sweetheart, you have to learn how to take turns. Now, Kayla is our guest, so we should be polite and let her go first. All right?”

Looking somewhat abashed, Claire slowly nodded. “All right, Mom.”

I turned to her friend. “Kayla, come sit on my lap, honey, facing me,” I leaned back against the couch and laid my legs out flat to allow her to straddle me, then turned to my daughter.

“Come here, Claire,” I called out to my naughty girl, giving her a loving look. She quickly drew close. “Kiss me, baby,” I whispered to her and she crushed her lips to mine. Our tongues met and mingled, then I broke away. “Now, kiss Kayla.” Claire leaned over and gave her friend a long kiss.

While they kissed, I reached down toward Kayla’s shorts and pressed my fingers against the front, feeling her pussy through the fabric, which was already damp. I traced the outline of her warm hole.

“Claire, take off Kayla’s bra,” I told her. Both girls giggled, then my daughter quickly crawled behind Kayla, unhooked her bra, and pulled the straps down her arms.

Kayla’s small breasts drove me crazy with desire. They were like those of a young teen – an unusual sight on such a thin girl.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I told Kayla, stroking her face. She smiled bashfully, glancing down at my chest.

“Whoa, your boobies are big!” Claire told Kayla, making her laugh and cover them with her hands.

“What do you want to do to Kayla?” I asked Claire as I continued to tease Kayla’s clitoris with my thumb.

“Uhm, I want to kiss her boobs,” she responded eagerly.

We both looked at Kayla until she slowly lowered her hands, exposing her puffy nipples, which were ringed by dark areolas. Moving in immediately, Claire began to suck on Kayla’s left breast. The sweet black girl’s lips parted, a moan escaping as she began to stroke my daughter’s soft, long hair.

I moved in myself, cupping her right breast, then feeding the nipple into my mouth. I sucked on it sharply, and heard a gasp escape Kayla’s mouth. I continued to touch between her legs, making sure she was still wet.

“You’re so lucky,” Claire told Kayla, as she looked up from her friend’s breasts, “I want big boobs, too.”

“Come sit on my lap, darling, and let’s see yours,” I told Claire, holding my arms out. She sat with her back to me and I snuggled her into my chest, trailing kisses down her neck. I caressed those firm little breasts, giving their tips a playful pinch.

“Do you want Kayla to suck your nipples?” I asked Claire, and she nodded.

“Cool!” Kayla exclaimed, and she leaned in to lick Claire’s small buds in turn. She cupped them, one in each hand, then took a stiff nipple between her lips.

“Take your panties off, baby… show Kayla your pussy,” I whispered in Claire’s ear as I slid her shorts down. Lifting her butt, she took hold of the waistband, pushing it over her hips, my daughter and me working together to strip her naked.

My heart was throbbing with anticipation. I’d already had my beautiful little girl… now, she was going to share her lover with me. Life was good.

Present Day

“Mom, when are the boys supposed to be here?” twenty-one-year-old Claire asked me as I began to take the food out for dinner. It was winter break, Claire’s first night back from her senior year of college. It was still early in the morning, and she was in her pajamas. I wondered if she had anything on underneath.

“Good morning, honey,” I responded. “Brandon and his girlfriend will be here around noon. Trevor won’t be in until the evening.”

“When’s Dad getting back?”

“He’ll be back around noon as well.”

“So, um, we have a few hours to ourselves, then…?”

“I suppose we do.” I smiled at her calmly, but in fact I‘d been anxious for my daughter to awaken and put in an appearance. If she hadn’t come down, I’d planned to go up to her room once my work was done in the kitchen. “Go upstairs without me, honey. I’ll be up soon.”

Five minutes later, I entered her room and locked the door behind me.

“You know the rules, Mom,” Claire said to me as I turned around. When she was fourteen, she came up with a rule that if I was to be in her room with the door locked, I had to be completely undressed.

“Yes, yes,” I said, removing my sweater, my pants, and then my bra. I hadn’t bothered with panties.

“Bend over the bed and spread your legs open,” she commanded, busy rustling through her luggage.

I positioned myself the way Claire wanted, my ass sticking up in the air. God, I loved to have her dominate me.

“I got you something,” she murmured, making her way over to where I stood. She ran her hands over my ass, then slapped my pussy a few times, making my clit twitch.

Feeling a cool, lubed metal object prodding my asshole, I forced my anus to relax, allowing her to fully penetrate me.

Once Claire had fully inserted the butt plug, she clutched my hips with both hands – then I felt her tongue trailing along the cleft of my slit. Seconds later, she was eagerly sucking on my hot cunt.

“Mmmm, you taste so fucking good,” she growled into my tingling labia, then she roughly shoved me onto the bed. That was when I realized that the butt plug had a long white furry tail attached. For some reason, that turned me on in a big way, as if it was Claire’s way of making me her pet.

“Get on all fours, kitty,” she said, slapping my ass. Hopping into bed and leaning against the headboard, my daughter spread her legs open before me. She was completely naked with her long, dirty blonde hair spilling over her full breasts.

“Lick me, kitty,” she whispered, tapping on her pussy a few times, spreading herself even wider.

I immediately drew forward, buried my mouth in Claire’s wet, pink flesh, and began to devour her beautiful cunt.

“I said lick, kitty… not suck!” she protested, but I kept sucking at her juicy hole. She gave my head a little smack. “Stop it! Bad kitty!”

Gripping her hips tightly, I just pressed my mouth into her even harder, drinking from my daughter like I was dying of thirst.

“You’re such a dirty slut, Mommy,” she called out between moans. “Can’t even follow instructions. So horny and d-desperate to eat your little girl’s pussy, aren’t you?”

Instead of a reply, I shoved two fingers in Claire’s wet hole, pumping them in and out of her as I nursed at her swollen clit.

“Fuck, Mom,” she squealed. “Oh, my God!” She began to tremble beneath me. I only fucked her harder, getting a little rougher with each stroke. Her shaking got more intense, and I knew that she was about to come.

“That’s it, baby, come for Momma!” I gasped, detaching myself from her clit for a split second, then going right back in.

“Oh, Mommy, oh, Mommy!” she cried, squeezing my head. Claire exploded in my face, her warm fluids flowing into my mouth and down my chin. Pulling away, I used my fingers to get the last few squirts of my daughter’s nectar, my other hand still working her clit. The juices trickled down my chest and to my breasts.

Claire lay still and caught her breath for a minute, panting heavily against her pillow. Finally, she raised her head, giving me a look that had my heart galloping. My daughter was about to punish me, and it was going to be incredible.

“You’re really gonna get it now, you naughty kitty,” she said, getting up from the bed and padding into her closet. My pussy was dripping, eager for whatever was coming next. I loved having sex with Claire… she was always full of surprises.

She walked out of the closet with a hot pink strap-on harnessed to her hips.

“Get over here, kitty. You’re about to get fucked,” she told me, seizing my ankles, then pushing my legs up and back until they were pressed against my breasts. I said nothing, impatient for her to take me.

Claire made me come at least twice with that rubber dick, pumping it in and out until my body seemed to be pulsing with electricity.

“Oh, fuck, oh fuck, YES!” I screamed. Claire turned me around and fucked me from behind as she pulled on that tail dangling from my ass. Then she came around and shoved her cock in my mouth, making me clean my juices off of it before throwing me on my back and fucking me all over again.

“I love you, Mom,” Claire said to me once we were done, lying in each other’s arms.

“I love you, darling,” I told her, guiding her face to my chest. She sucked on my breasts, the way she’d always loved to, while I tenderly stroked her pussy.

Finally, Claire rested her head on my shoulder. “Who was the last woman you fucked?” she asked.

“Hmm,” I thought in my head. My husband and I were both very active swingers in the community. There was a large sex network behind the scenes that no one spoke about – out loud, anyway.

“It was this new school teacher in town named Ms. Daniels. Actually, she’s been here a couple of years now, but I don’t think you know her.”

“No, I don’t. Does Dad know?”

“Oh, he was there. He enjoyed her too,” I smirked, stroking my daughter’s soft hair.

“I sometimes forget what total freaks my parents are,” she said with a laugh.

“Runs in the family,” I said, then glanced at the clock. “I need to get started on dinner now. Um, hon… can you help me take this tail off?”

Claire burst into a fit of laughter.

The End

by BlueJean

I was woken by the noisy cockerel who lived on the neighbouring farm, as I was most mornings. I dragged myself out of bed and went downstairs to be greeted by an odd sight.

Having consumed more than her share of wine, Sadie had spent the night on our couch and was sound asleep, a quilt half-covering her nakedness.

Millie was seated on the floor, stroking her teacher’s hair and softly singing a strange lullaby.

Rest tired eyes a while
Sweet is thy baby’s smile
Angels are guarding and they watch o’er thee

Sleep, sleep, grah mo chree
Your sorrows we do see
Angels are guarding and they watch o’er thee

The birdeens sing a fluting song
They sing to thee the whole day long
Wee fairies dance o’er hill and dale
For very love of thee

I hadn’t taught her that song. Perhaps Sadie had at school.

Was Millie sleepwalking again? I was getting increasingly worried about her. She was saying and doing strange things and I had no idea where it was all coming from.

“Sleep, my daughter,” Millie whispered, still gazing at Sadie.

When I put my weight on the squeaky stair, Millie turned toward me.

“I wasn’t doing anything wrong, Mummy,” she said, her face half concealed in shadow.

“I didn’t say you were, sweetie. Who taught you that nice song?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

Millie shook her head. She reached out to gently poke Sadie’s cheek, then giggled.

“Don’t poke your teacher, you don’t know where she’s been,” I said, pulling back the curtains.

“Who’s poking who?” Sadie mumbled, struggling to open her eyes.

“Miss Laine, why did you sleep on our sofa last night?” Millie asked.

“I had too much lemonade, Millie Newton,” Sadie groaned.

Freya came down the stairs and gave me a sheepish look. I wasn’t sure how much she had seen or heard last night, but knew that we would need to have a talk about it at some point.

“Good morning, elder daughter,” I said to her as she shuffled towards the kitchen.

“Uh, morning,” she replied without looking back at me.

“What’s up with her?” Sadie said as she sat up and wrapped the quilt around her nude body. Her clothes were in a pile on the floor.

“Freya’s always grumpy in the morning,” Millie explained.

“Mum!” Freya shouted from the kitchen.

“Yeah?” I called back.

“Bee’s done a poo on the kitchen floor!”

“Oh, lovely,” I said and headed into the kitchen.

Bee was lying on the floor sphinx-like, her ears pricked up, mesmerised by the turd three inches in front of her.

Freya recoiled as if it was going to rear up and attack her. “I’m not cleaning it up! I don’t do poo!” she declared.

Sadie and Millie came into the kitchen to see what all the fuss was about.

“All right, relax, it’s only… hold on…” I moved closer to the offending deposit.

If it was poo, it was certainly the spikiest one I’d ever seen. I looked closer.

“Oh, my goodness. It’s a baby hedgehog,” I said.

“Is it?” Freya said and stepped closer to the spiky little ball.

I figured that Bee must have very gently picked it up from outside when Millie had let her out into the garden for her morning ablutions, then carried it into the kitchen where it sat curled up in a defensive ball.

“Ahhh, it’s so cute!” Millie gushed, squatting down to get a good look at the poor creature.

“Aww, where’s its mum?” Sadie said.

“Take it outside and put it under the hedge, Millie. We’ll leave it some water and a bit of dog food, and hopefully it’ll find its way back to its mother,” I said. Millie carefully picked up the hedgehog and carried it out into the garden.

After Sadie had got dressed and taken some Alka-Seltzer for her inevitable hangover, she headed home, then the girls and I went out for our morning walk across the fields and through the woods.

The morning mist had left pearly drops of moisture hanging upon spiderwebs, their shimmering gossamer threads draped between the bushes and trees. The call of a red deer stag marking out his territory roared in the distance somewhere.

While Millie was off exploring in the forest with Bee, I decided that this would be a good time to have a little chat with Freya.

“Do you want to talk about last night?” I began.

“What do you mean?” Freya said, kicking a pine cone across the ground.

“I know you were watching Sadie and me. I could see you.”

“Did Miss Laine see me, too?” Freya asked, looking mortified at the thought.

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Phew.”

“So why were you watching us?” I asked her.

“I just… I heard noises and wondered what you were doing, that’s all,” Freya told me, her face flushed a bright pink.

“Were you shocked when you saw us?”

Freya shrugged. “Yeah, a bit, I suppose.”

“But you enjoyed watching, right?” I said, wondering if I really needed to be asking her that.

Freya nodded. She picked up the pine cone and pretended to inspect it to hide her embarrassment.

“I don’t think your teacher would appreciate one of her pupils watching her masturbate,” I said, but I wasn’t so sure that was true.

“Sorry,” Freya said.

I put my arm around her. “But I don’t mind if you want to watch me.”

Did I actually just say that? Why did I say it?

Freya looked up at me. “Really?”

“Really,” I said and squeezed her shoulder. Too late to take it back now.

“Really really?”

“Really really.”

“Really really really?!”

“Really really really!” We both laughed.

I looked at her and made a decision. A bad one, probably. “Why don’t you come to my room tonight when Millie’s asleep and I’ll let you watch me again.”

“Okay, then,” Freya said and did that embarrassed little chuckle through her nose.

Me and my big mouth.

Millie and Bee came crashing through the ferns.

“Mummy and Freya! Come and look at what we found!” Millie shouted, and we followed her into the trees.

She led us to a patch of forest that was covered in cup-shaped mushrooms, orange on the outside and a deep red within. They were called scarlet elf cups, I remembered, although I thought they only grew in the winter months and early spring.

“Wow, good find,” I said to Millie, bending down to inspect the brightly coloured fungi. I put Bee on her lead in case she tried to sample the mushrooms. I was pretty sure they weren’t poisonous, but they probably wouldn’t do her much good either.

“That’s not what I wanted to show you, Mummy. Look!” Millie exclaimed, and I walked over to where she was pointing.

Hidden amongst the trees was some kind of structure made of grey, weathered stone, half-destroyed but still recognisable.

“What is it, Mum?” Freya asked me.

“It’s an old fireplace. I think someone must have lived here once,” I said, amazed.

I had a look around. The rest of the building was long gone, but as I cleared away some of the ferns and brambles, I found the remains of four corner posts that had mostly been eaten away by rot, but were still protruding a couple of inches above the ground. The hut had been very small, probably just a single room, and I guessed the walls would have been made from wattle and daub, which would have decayed long ago.

“Goodness me, a hut in the woods. How mysterious!” I said, intrigued. Who could have been living out here in the forest?

“Mum, Millie’s acting weird again,” Freya said, gesturing towards her sister.

Millie had placed her hands on the remains of the fireplace and had zoned out.

“Millie?” I said to her, and she turned to me with a startled look.

“She just made medicine for sick people, Mummy. She didn’t hurt anyone. She didn’t,” Millie told me, clearly distressed.

Not knowing what else to do, I knelt down and took her face in my hands. “Millie, come back to us.”

“Huh?”

“You’re scaring Mummy. I don’t know where you keep going but I need you here with me, okay?” I told her.

“Okay,” Millie said, her eyes solemn.

“No more deer hugging or Dryads,” I said and tweaked her nose, trying to lighten the mood.

“Someone left flowers,” Freya said and pointed inside the fireplace.

Someone had indeed left an offering, and recently. The bunch of flowers were dried and shrivelled, but couldn’t have been more than a few weeks old. I didn’t want to think about who had left them or why, I just wanted to be away from this place.

“Let’s go home,” I said to the girls and we left the ruined hut and its mysteries behind.

***

Mum sent Millie and me up to the shops to buy bread, milk and some eggs and so we took a shortcut through one of the fields where some farm workers were busy making bales of hay. Last year, Mum and Miss Laine had helped with the hay making, hoofing the heavy bales while Millie and me sat on the back of a big trailer that was being pulled around by a tractor.

We waved to the workers and they waved back.

It was another hot day and I had my sunhat on but Millie had brought her little pink and white parasol instead, to keep her shaded from the sun.

“Millie, can you keep a secret?” I asked my sister as we climbed over a stile and headed towards the village green.

“Yeah, I’m really good at keeping secrets. Except that one time I told Mummy about you flashing your kitty, but you didn’t say that was a secret so it doesn’t count.”

I was dying to tell someone about what I had seen and Millie was probably the only person I could almost trust. “I saw Mum and Miss Laine doing rude things last night,” I told her. Telling secrets was so satisfying.

“What sort of rude things?” Millie asked me.

“They were touching themselves in front of each other.”

Millie looked at me suspiciously. “Are you telling lies?”

“No, I’m not, I swear. Mum had no trousers on and Miss Laine had her skirt pulled up and they both had their knickers down.”

“Did you see Miss Laine’s kitty?”

“Not really, her leg was in the way, but they were touching their kitties and saying rude things to each other.”

“Wow, I wish I’d seen it too,” Millie said, twirling her parasol.

“But that’s not even the best bit. Mum saw me watching and I thought she’d definitely tell me off, but she didn’t. Well, not really. She just said Miss Laine wouldn’t like me spying on her. But then — and I’m not lying here, okay? — Mum said I could watch her touch herself again if I wanted.”

I didn’t want to tell her that I’d be doing it that night, because I knew she wouldn’t go to sleep and probably even follow me to Mum’s room.

“That’s not fair. Why can’t I watch, too?” Millie said, pouting.

“You’re not old enough really, but one day Mum might let you,” I told my sister and felt very mature for saying it.

“It’s still not fair,” Millie said. I hoped she wouldn’t sulk for too long.

The post office was the only shop left in the village and Mum said that it had to start selling all kinds of different things otherwise it wouldn’t be able to make enough money to stay open anymore. The post mistress, Mrs. Jeffries, was a roly poly lady (Mum says it’s not nice to call people fat) who was really funny and friendly but always had something wrong with her and liked to tell everyone about it.

“‘Ello girls! Come to pinch all my stuff, have you?” Mrs. Jeffries said as we entered the shop.

Millie giggled.

“Hi, Mrs. Jeffries, how are you?” I said, then remembered that asking Mrs. Jeffries how she was is not a good idea. Well, it was too late now.

“Been shitting through the eye of a needle all day, I have! Bloody venison last night went straight through me, it did. I said to Mr. Jeffries it would. ‘Too bloody rich’, I says to him. ‘You know I can’t be eating rich food like that, Jeff’, I says. Shat so much I gave myself a headache, I did!”

“Oh. Sorry to hear that,” I said, trying not to laugh.

And yes, Mrs. Jeffries’ husband is actually called Jeffrey Jeffries. I don’t know what his parents were thinking.

Millie had noticed a canary that was perched in a cage on the shop counter. “Whose bird is this, Mrs. Jeffries?” she asked.

“Oh, it belonged to an old lady that Jeff used to do some work for, but she died so he brought it back home,” Mrs. Jeffries explained.

“Is it yours now, then?”

“I suppose it is, Millie, yeah.”

“Why is it in a cage?”

“It’d fly away if it weren’t, ya daft girl!” Mrs. Jeffries told my sister and laughed.

Millie didn’t find it funny though. “You should let it go. It’s not nice to keep it in a cage.”

“It wouldn’t last a day, Millie. It’s probably never been outside that cage in its life.”

“How much will you sell it to me for?” Millie asked.

“I can’t sell it to you, dear. Mr. Jeffries would be ever so angry with me if I did.”

Millie pulled out the five pound note that Mum had given us for the shopping and offered it to Mrs. Jeffries. “I’ll pay you £5 for it.”

Mrs. Jeffries crossed her arms. “It’s not for sale, my lovely. ‘Ave a bag of sweets instead.”

Millie looked at her little folded parasol sadly, then put it on the counter along with the money. “I really like this umbrella but you can have it and the £5 too for the bird, okay?”

Mrs Jeffries looked like she was at her wits end. “I can’t sell the bird to you, Millie! Be a good girl now.”

“That money’s for the shopping, Millie,” I said to my sister and she looked like she was going to cry.

“Don’t worry, I’ll come back for you soon,” Millie told the canary and then handed me the money. “I’m going home,” she said to me, then stormed out of the shop.

“What’s got into her?” Mrs Jeffries asked me.

“Sorry, she’s been acting weird lately,” I told her.

When I got home with the shopping, Millie was washing Mum’s Beetle with a big sponge. I could barely see her through all the soap bubbles.

“Why’s Millie washing your car?” I asked Mum in the kitchen as she put away the things I’d bought.

“She asked me for little jobs she could do for some pocket money. I even had to haggle with her,” Mum said, pointing to a piece of paper on the worktop.

I went over to take a look. It was done in Millie’s handwriting and read:

1 wash mummies car = £2.20
2 water veggingtables and flowers = £1.75
3 shampoo bee and trim her claws = £1.45
4 hang washing out = £1
5 hoover hole house = £2.50
6 massarge mummy = 80p (Mum got a good deal there)

I knew what my sister was trying to do and I was kind of proud of her. So I helped her hang the laundry out because it was hard for her to reach the washing line, then I held Bee for her while she lathered her with doggy shampoo and cut her nails.

By the time Millie had finished hoovering round the house, she looked absolutely exhausted. I put the hoover away for her and Mum gave her the pocket money she’d earned.

Millie looked at her watch. “I have to go to the post office before it closes,” she said to me.

“You won’t make it in time, even if you run all the way,” I told her. “But I have an idea.”

I took her on my bike, pedalling it up the road as fast as I could while Millie sat in the front basket, her legs dangling over the edge. She was wedged in so tight I wondered if I’d ever be able to get her out.

It took six minutes and forty three seconds to get to the post office. Not quite my best, but if my sister hadn’t been weighing me down I’m pretty sure it would have been a world record. Millie jumped out of the basket and ran into the shop before I’d even brought my bike to a halt.

“Back again, are you?” Mrs. Jeffries said. “I’m closing up now so you’ll have to ‘urry up if you wanna nick all me sweets.”

“Mrs. Jeffries, I brought more money, can I buy your bird now, please?” Millie said excitedly.

“Oh, not this again, Millie. I already told you, I can’t let you buy it!” Mrs. Jeffries told my sister, losing her patience a bit.

“I have £9.70 pocket money,” My sister said, then put the money down on the counter. She pulled some change from her other pocket and dropped it on the counter with the rest of the money. “And however much that is. I think there’s about £2 there.”

“Oh, Millie, dear,” Mrs. Jeffries said, scratching her head.

“It’s more than twice as much as I offered you before. It’s a really good deal for you!” Millie said, looking at Mrs. Jeffries hopefully.

“Please, Mrs. Jeffries. She worked really hard to get all that money,” I said.

Mrs. Jeffries let out a big sigh. “Bloody ‘ell, I won’t be getting any rumpy pumpy when Mr. Jeffries finds out,” she said and waved a hand at us. “All right, you little cowbags, take the bird!”

“Yes!” Millie shouted and jumped up and down in triumph. She put her face down next to the cage and spoke to the canary inside. “You can come home with us now. You’ll like it where we live.”

“Go on then, you pair of bullies, take the bird before I change my mind,” Mrs. Jeffries said, rubbing her temples. “Ooh, I think I’ve got a migraine coming on again.”

“Do you want to count the money?” I said as Millie walked out of the post office with the cage in her arms, cooing softly to the frightened looking canary inside.

“No, don’t worry about that, Freya. Say ‘ello to your Mum for me, won’t you?”

“Yeah, I will. Thanks Mrs. Jeffries,” I said and followed Millie outside.

I took it a lot slower on the way home. Millie sat in the basket with the cage in her lap, humming a little tune to the canary while I made sure not to ride over too many bumps.

When we got home, Millie put the birdcage down on the kitchen worktop. Mum was sitting at the table with her beekeeping books, writing stuff down on a notepad. “We have parasites in some of the colonies, girls. Varroa mites, I think. Need to get rid of them before they take hold.”

The canary chirped and Mum looked up in surprise. “Um… why is there a bird in our kitchen, please?”

Millie looked a bit worried. I don’t think she was sure how this would go. “I bought it from the post office with my pocket money.”

“The post office sells canaries now?” Mum asked.

“It wasn’t really for sale,” I explained. “Mr. Jeffries got it from a dead lady but we asked Mrs. Jeffries to sell it to us.”

Mum just peered at the bird over her glasses.

“I’m going to set it free, Mummy,” Millie said.

“It’ll probably fly away and die if you let it out of the cage, Millie,” Mum told her.

“No, it won’t because I’ll put the cage near the window and open it, and I’ll put some food inside and a nice bed and it can fly around a bit and then come back at night to sleep.”

“And what about Bee?” Mum said.

Bee had her front paws up on the kitchen worktop and was wagging her tail at the little yellow bird.

Millie bent down and had a little chat with the puppy. “Bee? This is Nigel. He’s our new friend and you’re not allowed to eat him, okay?”

I wasn’t sure Bee was convinced. I didn’t think Nigel was a very good name for a canary either, but it was up to Millie, I suppose. And Nigel might have been a girl for all we knew.

“Well, it’s your responsibility, so make sure you take it seriously,” Mum told my sister.

“I will,” Millie replied. She took a half opened bag of bird seed from the cupboard under the sink and sprinkled some onto a little dish, then filled another dish up with some water. She asked me to take them upstairs while she carried the birdcage up to our room and put it on the sill next to the open window. She set the dishes of food and drink down, then slowly opened the cage.

The canary chirped a few times but didn’t move from its perch.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to leave yet,” my sister told the bird softly. “Just take your time and then have a little fly around when you’re ready, all right?”

“It might never want to leave,” I told her.

“It will. It can see the sky from here. Birds love flying through the sky more than anything in the world.”

“If you say so,” I said.

***

It was just past ten o’clock when Freya poked her head round my bedroom door. The evening was warm and clingy and my window was open wide with the curtains pulled back to let what little breeze there was into my room. I’d retired early and spent the last hour trawling through bits of lesbian porn, slowly working up into a highly aroused state without even touching myself.

I wasn’t sure if she’d come. I thought she might lose her nerve or fall asleep or maybe just assume my invitation was a joke. And part of me thought it would be best if she didn’t turn up, that this wasn’t the kind of thing a mother should be doing with her ten-year-old daughter. But another part of me reassured myself that there was no harm in it, because we were just watching each other, not actually touching.

The truth, though, is that I really wanted this. Ever since that afternoon when I’d spied on the girls in the poppy field, I found myself longing to be closer to them, just as they had grown closer as sisters. I craved the intimacy, even if that meant taking our relationship a bit further than that of parent and child. Was I playing with fire? Probably. But somehow, that didn’t seem to matter like it should.

So there she was, my eldest daughter, standing in the doorway in her pyjamas, cheeks flushed with colour and a look on her face that seemed to be asking, Is this okay, Mum? Is it?

And yes. It was okay.

“Well, hello,” I said to her, smiling.

“Hi,” Freya replied and stuck both arms behind her head, pretending to stretch.

“Are you coming in, then?” I asked her.

She stepped into my room and pushed the door to, not quite shutting it.

“Close it right up. We don’t want anyone else watching, do we?” I said, playfully. I’d certainly got my money’s worth the last time I’d peeked through a gap in the door. The thought of that made me feel even hornier.

“Okay,” Freya said and closed my bedroom door as quietly as she could, then tiptoed over to my bed and climbed aboard. She sat on her heels and let out a nervous little titter.

“Is Millie asleep?” I asked her.

“Yeah, but Bee nearly tried to follow me. I told her to stay, though.”

“Good. Are you nervous about what you’re going to see tonight?”

“I’m a bit nervous, but I’m excited, too. Plus, I already saw you and Miss Laine doing it last night, so I kind of know what to expect.”

“Did you like watching us?”

“Yeah, I went back to my room and touched myself for ages.”

“And now you’re going to get a front row seat! Aren’t you a lucky girl?” I said, poking her with my foot.

Freya laughed nervously. “Are you doing it with your pyjamas on, or are you going to take them off?”

“Hmmm. What do you think would be best?”

Freya shrugged. “It’s hot tonight, so you could take them off.”

“I suppose I could.”

“If you wanted to,” Freya added.

I did want to. I very much wanted to. But I wanted to tease her, too. Teasing was fun.

“I’m not sure if I should. Shall I undo some buttons on my top first and see how we go from there?” I suggested.

“Yeah, okay, if you want,” Freya said, trying to sound as if she wasn’t all that bothered either way. Her eyes said something different, though.

“I don’t have a bra on underneath. Is that okay?” I asked her.

“Uh… yeah, that’s okay. You can… I don’t… yeah, it’s okay. Shall I close my eyes?” Freya replied, flustered.

I chuckled. “You’re here to watch, aren’t you? What would be the point in closing your eyes?”

“Yeah, sorry. Undo your buttons then.”

“That’s better. We have to be brave and tell each other what we want, okay?” I told her.

“All right.”

I undid the first button on my pyjama top, slowly and deliberately, gauging her reaction. “One button…” I said playfully.

Freya stared wide eyed, looking up at me once and smiling bashfully.

The next button. Slowly, slowly. See what her face does. “Two buttons…”

She nibbled her bottom lip and fidgeted slightly.

Another button. Halfway there now. “Three buttons…”

Still biting her lip. Hands in her lap.

“More buttons?” I asked her.

“Yeah, do the others,” Freya told me.

The next button. Slowly, slowly, slowly. Tease them open. “Four buttons…”

A casual scratch between her legs. Was it just a scratch, though?

A fifth button. Just one more remaining. “Five buttons…”

She looked me in the eye. That naughty, defiant expression she gets sometimes.

I gazed back at her and popped the last button through its hole.

“Six buttons!” Freya said before I could, then giggled.

I smiled at her. “Shall I… show you my breasts now?” I asked her, trying to tantalise. My fingers were poised upon the lapels, ready to reveal myself.

“Yes, please,” Freya said quickly.

I slowly teased my pyjama top open, the satin material brushing against my hard nipples.

Freya sat there mesmerised as my breasts came into view. “Wow,” she said simply.

“Haven’t seen these for a while, have you?” I said, pushing my tits together.

“The rings around your nipples are quite big,” Freya informed me.

“They’re called areolae,” I told her.

“Areolae,” she repeated, testing out the new word.

I trapped my nipples between my fingers and massaged my breasts. “Your turn to show,” I said.

“Me?” Freya said, pointing to herself.

“No, the other little girl sitting on my bed. Yes, you, silly,” I said with a smile.

Freya fumbled with her buttons, her eyes fixed on my tits as I squeezed and kneaded them. The last button came away in her hand. “Oops,” she said.

“We’ll sew it back on tomorrow,” I told her. “Now let me see you, baby girl.”

Shyly, she slipped her pyjama top off and let it fall onto the bed. Then, looking a little apologetic, she picked it back up and folded it neatly.

I had to chuckle. I’d always taught the girls to fold their clothes up nicely. “You don’t need to do that tonight,” I told her.

“Okay.”

I’d seen my daughter in various states of undress before, of course. But never in this context. This was something different. Her chest was mostly flat, but there were the beginnings of something happening there – two little bumps that could have easily been mistaken for baby fat. The first whispers of womanhood. Freya put both arms behind her head to show herself off, and her little nipples stood to attention. She smiled at me. It seemed that some of her inhibitions were beginning to evaporate.

I pushed one of my tits up towards my mouth and licked my nipple. “Can you do that?” I asked Freya.

She stuck her tongue out as far as she could and tried to lick her nipple without success. “No, but I can’t wait until I can!” she said and giggled.

I laughed with her. “You can touch them, though. Give it a try,” I suggested.

She rubbed and pinched at her baby nipples, testing what felt good and what didn’t.

I licked a finger and smeared one of my own bullet-hard nipples with saliva. “Try that.”

She popped a finger into her mouth and deposited it’s wetness upon both her nipples, then went back to rubbing them. “That does feel nice,” she told me.

Hooking a thumb into the waistband of my pyjama bottoms, I raised an eyebrow at Freya. “What now?” I asked, sliding my thumb from side to side underneath the elastic.

“Um… could you take those off, please?” she asked me.

“I might, if you take yours off too,” I said, surprising myself. I hadn’t planned on asking my daughter to strip off, but the memory of that night, when I had stood over her and masturbated as she lay asleep with her knickers round her knees, pushed itself to the forefront of my mind, urgent and insistent. I needed to see her naked again.

Off they came, those little pyjama bottoms, down her legs and over her feet, leaving Freya clad in nothing but white cotton panties. I noticed a little wet patch on the front of them. Someone was getting excited.

I pushed my own pyjamas down, dropping them on the floor, then swung one knee to the side and rested a hand upon the crotch of my panties. They were wet to the touch, my juices having seeped into the fabric as I’d edged myself, waiting for my little girl to arrive.

“Do you recognize these panties?” I asked Freya.

She smiled and nodded. They were the same panties I’d found under her pillow not so long ago. The ones she had fished out of the washing basket. Light blue with a yellow trim. Simple cotton knickers. I found myself wishing that I had sexier panties, nice lacy ones like Sadie wore. Perhaps I’d treat myself sometime very soon.

“They’re very wet and juicy. I expect you’d like to take these to bed with you tonight, wouldn’t you?” I said, running the tips of my fingers across the sodden material.

“I… I wouldn’t mind,” Freya said, eyeing her potential prize.

I slid a hand inside my knickers. “No wonder my panties are such a mess. I’m really wet down here.”

“I’m wet, too,” Freya told me and stuck her hand down her own undies.

“Why don’t you show me?”

Her eyes widened. “Show you my kitty?”

“Call it a pussy. That’s what big girls say.”

“Show you my… pussy?” Should I?” Freya asked me. At the prospect of showing Mummy her private parts, my daughter’s shyness had returned.

“You’ve shown everyone else. I think it’s only fair that your mum gets to have a little peek.”

“I didn’t show everyone,” she said. “Just Millie and some girls at school, and… yeah, just them, I think.”

“Aren’t you going to show me, then?” I said, pouting.

She gave me a huge smile. “Yeah, I’ll show you,” she said. “Ready?”

“Yes, I’m ready,” I said, sliding two fingers through my wet folds inside my knickers.

“Do a drum roll,” Freya said as she gripped the elastic of her crotch, ready to pull it to one side and reveal her treasure.

I tapped out a drum roll on the bed with my fingers and finished it with a ‘tsss’ to emulate a cymbal.

Freya peeled back her knickers in one quick movement. “Ta-da!” she cried, grinning.

“Shhh!” I cautioned, but with a chuckle. “You’ll wake Millie.”

Freya put a hand to her mouth and giggled. “Ta-da!” she whispered.

I stared between my little girl’s legs. Her pussy was smooth and hairless and I could see a film of moisture upon those beautiful puffy lips.

“What a pretty pussy,” I told her.

She spread her legs and looked down, inspecting herself. “Thanks. Do you think I’ll get any hair soon?”

“You will. But it looks nice without hair, if you ask me.”

“Is Miss Laine’s ki— um, pussy hairy?”

“Didn’t you see?”

“Not really, her leg was in the way,” Freya said, making a face.

“Your teacher likes to shave hers, but she does have a little tuft of hair just… here,” I said and pointed just above my pussy.

Freya smiled wistfully. “I’d love to see it.”

“Is Mummy’s pussy not good enough for you?”

“Well, I don’t know until you show me, do I?” Freya said, taking a cheeky tone.

I tucked my fingers into the waistband of my knickers. “Should I take these off, then?”

“Yeah. Definitely.”

“Are you sure you want to see your mum’s pussy? I don’t want to traumatise my poor baby…” I cooed, teasing her.

“Oh, Mu-um! Show me! I showed you mine!” Freya protested.

“Hmm, okay. I suppose I could give you a little look,” I said, and slowly slid those damp panties down my legs. “Close your eyes.”

“Why? You told me not to close them earlier.”

“Just close them. You can open them again in a minute.”

Freya shut her eyes and laid there propped up on her elbows, feet together, knees spread apart, her white panties pulled to one side. She looked so delectable.

I spread my legs wide, the cool breeze from the window caressing my exposed pussy lips. “Now you can open them.”

Her eyes snapped open, then went wide.

“Ta-da!” I trilled. Spreading myself open with my fingers, I treated Freya to a full-on gynaecological view, my hot, pink interior moist and inflamed.

“Wow,” Freya gushed.

“Does it look nice?” I asked her as I pushed my fingers through my wetness.

“Yeah, it’s all meaty and sexy,” she told me.

“Meaty and sexy? I’ll take that, I suppose,” I said, laughing. “Stand up and take your panties off for me, baby. Nice and slow.”

Standing up on the bed, Freya tried her best at sliding her knickers down her legs in a very seductive manner, swaying her hips from side to side in a little dance.

I encouraged her as I played with myself. “Ooh, yeah! What a hot girl!” I was so unbelievably horny, I thought I might come there and then.

Freya pushed her panties over her ankles and kicked them off. They landed on the pillow next to me. I picked them up and brought them to my face. I’d sniffed my own panties a few times, but had never even considered using my ten-year-old daughter’s used knickers as a sex aid. Tonight I was feeling especially dirty, though. I inhaled her aroma, finding it fruity and ever so slightly musky.

“Do they smell okay?” Freya asked me, looking a bit shocked to see her mother doing such a naughty thing with her knickers.

“They smell delicious. Now lay back down and spread your legs nice and wide for me, then Mummy will finger herself for you.”

She lay down on the end of my bed and opened her legs as wide as she could, scraping her knuckles up and down her smooth pussy as she stared at my cunt. “I feel so grown up, doing this with you,” she told me.

“You mustn’t tell anyone though. Not even Millie. This is a secret for big girls,” I said, then slipped two fingers inside myself.

“I won’t tell,” Freya assured me and pushed a middle finger into her vagina, imitating me.

I withdrew my fingers from my cunt and smeared their wetness over my nipples. “I love the smell of my pussy. Can you smell it?”

“Yeah, I really like it,” Freya said to me. “I can’t wait to take your knickers to bed with me later.”

“What a naughty girl. Shall I make them extra messy for you?”

Freya nodded at me and grinned.

I picked my panties up and rubbed my cunt with them, my eyes glued to Freya’s busy hand as she masturbated. “Oh, yeah. Finger that sexy little pussy for me, baby. You’re making Mummy so wet.”

Freya watched me intently as I made a mess of my knickers, her finger pistoning in and out of her pussy so rapidly that I thought she might hurt herself. Her technique was crude, but judging from the look of lusty bliss on her face, it was clearly doing the job.

Spreading myself open, I stuffed my knickers inside my cunt until just an inch or two of the material was left sticking out.

“Oh my God, that’s so rude!” Freya gushed, clearly enjoying my lewdness.

“These panties are going to be so nasty and dirty for you. Is that what you want?” I said as I strummed my clit.

“Yeah, I can’t wait. I’m going to smell them while I hump my pillow and think about licking Miss Laine’s kitty,” my daughter said as she fingered herself.

Putting a hand up to my mouth in surprise, I couldn’t help but laugh at my ten-year-old blurting out her innermost thoughts. That was quite the admission she’d just made. Was this merely a girl crush? Or the beginnings of true lesbian desire?

“What?” Freya asked me, still diddling herself.

“You want to lick your teacher’s pussy?”

My daughter looked a little abashed. “Did I say that out loud?”

“I’m afraid so, poppet. Is that what you want to do to her, then?” I asked her, my fingers returning to my clit.

“I – I dunno. Yeah. A bit. Am I weird?”

“Of course you’re not weird. I’ll bet just about every kid in Sadie’s classroom would like to lick her pussy,” I reassured her, trying to sound serious – but couldn’t stop myself from tittering.

Freya grinned at me. “Oi! Stop laughing! I’m trying to touch my kitty!”

I beckoned her towards me. “Come here and stand over me while you play with yourself. I want to see your pussy up close while I make myself come.”

“Is ‘come’ another way to say ‘orgasm’?” my daughter asked me as she got up and stood over me, her sweet, hairless pussy just a few tantalising inches from my face.

“Yeah, it is,” I said as she slipped her finger back into her cunt. “Oh, sweetie, that looks so sexy.”

“We should do this every night,” Freya suggested as she fucked herself, thrusting her pelvis out towards me lewdly.

“I… I don’t know about that,” I moaned, my climax building; churning inside me, urgent to erupt.

“Well, I think we should. Maybe I could lay on top of you and we could rub our pussies together. I know how to do that.”

“Naughty girl. Such a… oh, Freya! Mummy’s coming!” I groaned, trying to come as quietly as I could so as not to wake Millie. I thrust my hips out, pressed my palm tightly against my cunt and rode the waves of my orgasm, one after another. “Oh, shit… so good…”

Freya sat back down on her heels and craned her neck forward to get a good look at my spent cunt. “Wow, it looked like you really enjoyed that one!”

I opened my eyes and smiled at her. “Do you want to come too, baby?”

She shook her head. “I’ll go back to my room and have one. Then I can take my time… and think about all the rude things we did tonight.”

“Okay, then,” I said, basking in the pleasant afterglow of my orgasm, only half listening to what my little girl was saying. “You should go back to bed now. It’s getting late.”

Freya pointed between my legs and gave me an abashed look. “Um… I just need to take those panties with me, remember?”

“Oh, sorry, I forgot,” I said and pulled the soaked panties out of my cunt, inch by inch, until they lay sodden and creamy in my hand. I handed them to her and she took a little bashful sniff. “I hope you enjoy them,” I told her.

She snatched up her pyjamas, eager to be away with her dirty prize. Picking up her own panties, she gently placed them on my pillow.

“Well, that’s a lovely present,” I chuckled. “Thank you very much.”

“You’re welcome,” Freya said and did a cute little curtsey. She blew me a kiss. “Goodnight, Mum.”

“Goodnight, sweetie, and have fun. Try not to wake your sister,” I replied and blew her one back.

She tiptoed out of my room, quietly closing the door behind her.

On to Chapter Six!

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by Joe Dornish

Kiki put on a delicious spread of roast chicken with salad and fancy loaves of bread, lots of cheeses I hadn’t tried before and this special ham that was from Italy. Everyone else was fully dressed, but I was still nude, very aroused and needing to come in a big way.

My mind began to wander, and I was picturing the things I wanted to do to Mia after lunch when something in the table chatter brought me out of my daydream. Lilly had just asked for what seemed like the hundredth time that she could go swimming when we were done eating.

What caught my attention this time was Mum’s reply. “Yes, sweetie, you can go swimming when we’ve all finished eating. I’ve got your swimming costume in the bag in our room.”

Swimming costume? I’d assumed we’d be swimming nude. What was Mum talking about?

Kiki apparently had the same thought as me. “Swimming costume? Whatever for, darling? We’re all girls here – surely there’s no need to be shy now.”

“Well, It’s true that most of us here around the table have seen each other naked,” Mum began, “but I think that your other guests might be more comfortable if we wore our bathing suits.”

Puzzled, Kiki said, “Heather, how many glasses of wine have you had? What ‘other guests’?”

Nicole and Mum glanced at each other, then they were both trying not to laugh. “Um, I’m afraid that Heather and I have done something a bit, er, shifty,” Nicole said, unable to hold back a giggle.

“I’m intrigued,” said Kiki, arching an eyebrow.

Little Evie spoke up. “Does that word mean ‘interested’?”

“Yes, pumpkin,” said Kiki.

“Then I’m int-er-eeged too!” Evie declared, grinning hugely.

Mum carried on. “We took the liberty of inviting some friends over.”

“Who?” I asked.

“Good question,” said Lottie.

“Emma and Beth Cornish.”

“Thank you, God!” exclaimed Kiki, looking up at the ceiling. I looked up too, but couldn’t see what she was staring at.

When we all spoke about our crushes in the jacuzzi, we promised to help each other hook up if we could. It worked out pretty well, I’d say. Now I was with Mia, Henri and Lottie were looking more like a couple all the time, and Mum had free access to explore her desires for Evie who, at the age of seven, had my little sister for a girlfriend. If Beth Cornish came over, there was a chance for Kiki to make love to her – then we’d each have hooked up with our crushes!

“I did invite them over for lunch,” Mum said, “but they were busy this morning. They’ll be here soon.”

“How did you two manage this?” Kiki’s cheeks were flushed with what I figured was anticipation.

“That’s all my fault, I’m afraid,” said Nicole. “After Heather and I first made love, she told me all about the crushes you people have. I must say, it was thrilling to discover that my daughters are so popular!”

That sent a ripple of laughter around the table. Mia and I shared a quick kiss, and Nicole continued her story. “Anyway, I know Emma Cornish quite well. We worked together on a school outing, and I’ve met her socially a few times. She’s a lesbian, and I was just gearing up to make a pass at her when this one came into my life.” She reached across the table to take my mother’s hand.

What a wonderful mood we were all in that day… you could practically feel the love in the air. I sure hope the Cornishes pick up on that when they get here, I remember thinking.

Kiki spoke up. “Do you think that Emma is, well, close to her daughter, the way we are with ours?”

That gave me a bit of thrill, knowing that Kiki was asking if Emma and Beth have sex.

“I believe so, but I’m not one hundred percent sure. I dropped quite a few hints, and unless I’m very much mistaken, so did she. Still, I think that for the moment, we should take the slow and easy approach. Hence the swimming costumes.”

“No, no, quite right,” Kiki said, nodding. “We don’t want to tip our hand right away.” Suddenly she had a look of panic in her eyes. “They’ll be here soon, you say? Oh, goodness, I should tidy up. No, no point now. I should freshen myself up, though. Is what I’m wearing okay? Maybe I ought to change…”

“Mum, breathe. You look lovely, it’ll be fine,” said Henri, speaking in a soothing tone.

I’d never seen Kiki like this before. Not that I’d known her that long, but it seemed out of character. She must really like Beth a lot, I thought, then decided to help her if I could.

“Don’t worry, Kiki,” I said. “Beth will love you just as much as we do.”

She gave me a dazzling smile. “Poppy Webb, you are so sweet.”

She stood up, so I got up too and we hugged. “Henri is right, y’know… you do look lovely,” I told her.

“Thank you darling. Still, no harm touching up the war paint. I’ll be back in a bit.” With a wink, she got up and exited the room.

“Mum, is my costume in our bag?” I asked.

“Yes, sweetie.”

I stood. “I’m going to go to the loo anyway, so I’ll put it on now.”

“Ooh ooh ooh, I need to go too!” said Lilly and darted off ahead of me.

I remembered that Kiki had a bathroom of her own, so that’s where I went. The door of her room was open, so I just walked in. I couldn’t see her, so she must have been in the bathroom.

“Hi…” I called out, “are you here, Kiki?”

“In the bathroom, darling – come in.” When I entered, she was doing her make-up in the mirror.

“Erm, sorry. I need a wee, and Lilly’s in the other bathroom. Do you mind?”

“Not at all.” Then as I sat down, she said, “Poppy darling… would you mind terribly if I played with you while you pee?”

That was so out of the blue it caught me off guard. “Er… I guess it’s okay. Best hurry though, I’m starting.”

I had no idea what Kiki meant to do, but we didn’t have time to talk about it before I started peeing. She knelt next to me, put her hand between my legs just as the flow started and rubbed my pussy, her hand and fingers getting drenched.

It was a weird experience. Not as nice as getting licked, but it always feels good to have your pussy played with, even if you are peeing. Kiki really enjoyed it, though – I saw that she was rubbing herself with the other hand.

When I was finished she removed her hand, then licked it, still masturbating all the while. I wiped myself and said, “Kiki, would you like me to lick your pussy?”

She smiled. “I’d love nothing more… but right now we don’t have time.”

“Are you sure?” I said, teasing her by running my hands all over my body, trying to make it look as sexy as I could.

“Wicked child!” she laughed.

“Hee hee, yeah – I guess I do Iike to tease. So, um, you’re into peeing, then? Does it turn you on?”

“It does,” she replied, soaping and washing her hands as she spoke. “I found out by accident. Once, when Henri was about six or seven, I was going down on her when, all of a sudden, she lost control and peed right in my face. Bless her, she was mortified! But instead of being cross or even moving out of the way, I found myself pushing my face in the stream. I even swallowed a little. I’ve no idea why, but after that I had a real affinity for water sports.”

“Water sports?”

“It’s what it’s called when people play pee games with each other. If a lover does it on you, that’s known as a golden shower.”

I was a lot less surprised by this than I might’ve been a few days earlier. “Do people do that kind of thing a lot?”

“It’s an acquired taste. A lot of people don’t like it, but some do. It’s like anything, Poppy – some things will turn you on and others will turn you off.”

“Like Beth Cornish turns you on, huh?”

“Exactly like Beth Cornish. I was practically wetting my knickers when your Mum told me she was coming over. And what with you running around naked and letting me touch you… blimey, a stiff breeze would make me come right now.”

She stared into the mirror for a second, then said, “God, Poppy, look at me. A middle-aged mother getting all flustered over a twelve-year-old girl I’ve not even met properly.”

I wrapped my arms around her from behind. “If Beth loves you half as much as I do, you won’t be able to keep her out of your bed. Don’t worry so much, Kiki. You’re one of the hottest, sexiest ladies I know!”

Turning around, she hugged me tightly. “Well, you’re one of the sweetest, most beautiful girls I’ve ever met, and cute as a button, too. Not to mention clever. That was some very grown-up advice.”

I was blushing like mad at all the compliments, so flustered that I sort of lost my words for a bit. “Well, some of that is what Mum told me before I went to the school disco last year.”

“Well, it was sage advice indeed.” She turned back to the mirror. “Now, I’m going to get myself ready to make a serious impression on our guests.”

I left Kiki to finish her make-up and went to the spare room where Mum put our bag. It took me ages to find my swimming cossie, and I was a bit annoyed at Mum for packing my old red one-piece and not the sexy new bikini. Why’d she pack this one? I wondered. It was buried at the back of the bloody drawer!

But when I managed to squeeze into it, I understood why she’d brought the red swimsuit. It was at least one if not two sizes too small for me. The shiny red fabric was pulled so tight around my crotch you could clearly see the definition of my pussy lips, and it kept creeping up into the crack of my bum. That last bit was sort of annoying but gave everyone a great view, so I was okay with it.

I walked out into the hallway with the plush carpets and into the main room. I noticed that Kiki and Henri had put out blankets, throws, cushions and pillows all around, making the space look even more welcoming than it already was. I could hear enough to know that Beth and her mum had arrived. I felt a bit self-conscious in the tight bathing suit, but I liked the way it displayed my body even more. Besides, we’d soon all be in our swimming stuff anyhow.

“Ah, here she is. Poppy, this is Beth and Emma,” Mum said as I walked up to the group standing by the door. The cold air from outside hit me, and I shivered as I said hello.

I’d seen Beth around at school but only recently said hello to her for the first time. We’d never spoken much, and I’d only glimpsed her mother from a distance. Seeing them now, close up, I could see why Kiki was so obsessed with Beth, although I thought her mother was just as beautiful, if not more so. Emma looked about my mother’s age, perhaps early thirties. Beth, I knew, was twelve. They both had milky white skin with freckles here and there and the same dark orange hair. The other nice feature they shared was the brightest, most vivid green eyes you’ve ever seen. Mother and daughter both wore jeans with jumpers. Beth was only a few inches taller than me, and her Mum was petite as well.

“Are you going swimming?” Beth asked me.

Not wanting to spoil the surprise at the end of the tour I said, “Maybe later.”

“Kiki, why don’t you show Emma and Beth around while we get changed?” Nicole suggested.

“Yes, that’s a good idea,” Kiki said. We’ll meet the rest of you in there.”

“In… in where?” asked Emma. “I’m intrigued.”

“You’ll see.” Kiki replied, leading her and Beth from the room..

I was still feeling the cold air that had been let in, so I went straight to the nice warm pool room and jumped into the water. One by one, the others came in. Like me, Lilly and Evie were in one piece costumes, and theirs seemed suspiciously small as well. Mia had a lovely pink bikini with white trim. Henri and Lottie both wore bikinis, too. Unlike Mia, the older girls had tiny string bikinis on, and they were thongs, too! The tops were tiny, Lottie’s done in a plain yellow and Henri’s with a purple and blue pattern. I was stunned at their boldness – they looked fantastic, with almost nothing left to the imagination. Mum and Nicole came in wearing bikinis too, Mum’s was dark red with a white pattern, and Nicole’s was plain black, both with strings at the sides of the briefs and neck.

Mia, Lilly and Evie joined me in the pool while the adults and teens sat at the table waiting for Kiki to complete the tour for the newcomers. Me and the girls were still frolicking in the water when they came in. Emma and Beth were as stunned as we all were the first time we saw Kiki’s magnificent pool room.

I couldn’t hear any of the conversation, so I got out of the water and came closer, picking my bathing suit out of my bum for the hundredth time as I went. Mia followed, leaving Lilly and Evie playing in the pool.

“What, all the way open?” said Beth.

“Yes, all the way open, but I don’t want to let in the cold air while we’re swimming. When we’re done, I’ll open it and show you,” said Kiki.

“The problem is, we don’t have our swimming stuff with us,” said Emma.

“Oh, Henri and I have lots of swimwear. We’ll find something for you both, I’m sure.”

I was distracted by the uncomfortable suit I was wearing and not really listening properly. As I plucked it out of my bum yet again, Mum said to me, “Are you, okay sweetie?”

“Why did you have to pack this swimming costume? It’s really uncomfortable,” I frowned with annoyance.

Mum looked at Emma when she answered. “As it’s only us girls here, we normally swim nude, so I wasn’t sure which one to bring. Looks like I made the wrong choice.”

“I hope you didn’t cover up on our account,” Emma said, then she turned to her daughter, looking pleased as punch. “What do you think about that, Beth? We’ve found some fellow naturists… just like us.”

There was a definite erotic tone to the way Emma said those last three words, looking at Kiki while she spoke.

“Oh, how wonderful – you’re naturists, then?” Kiki was clearly pleased with this news.

“Yes, indeed. We’re proud members of the British Naturist society. My parents were similarly inclined, so I’ve been going nude all my life. Beth too,” she added, wrapping an arm around her daughter’s waist.

“Is that like for, for saving trees and stuff?” asked Evie.

That made everyone smile and go ‘Aw’, which made Evie pout a bit, thinking we were laughing at her. She was standing next to my mum, who picked Evie up, perched the girl on her hip and said, “I think you mean naturalist, sweetie. It sounds very similar, but a naturist is someone who likes to be naked.”

“I never knew that,” I said truthfully, also wanting to make Evie feel better for asking.

“I’m a naturist, then,” Evie announced, back to her chipper self. “I love being naked!”

“Me too,” I said, making a face as I picked at my bum, tugging the too-tight suit down again, hoping everyone noticed.

“Shall I get you both swimsuits?” Kiki asked.

Emma looked at her daughter. “What do you say, Beth? I’m happy going nude if you are.”

Beth was beaming. “Yeah, I’d much rather go without, if that’s okay.”

“Wonderful!” Kiki exclaimed. “There’s a little changing area with towels, just opposite the showers. No point in me going all the way back to my room… I’ll undress with you two,” Kiki followed them to the small changing area, grinning widely as she clip-clopped across the tiled floor in her heels.

“Girls, you can take your swimming costumes off if you wish,” Mum said, loudly enough for Emma and Beth to hear as they left the pool area.

My swimsuit was off in a flash. “I hope I never see this again,” I said, tossing it into a vacant corner. The others soon did the same, and we all jumped in the pool completely starkers. I stayed near the edge closest to the seating area, so I could get a good look at Emma and Beth when they came back naked.

A couple of minutes later the three of them emerged, and I feasted my eyes on the newcomers as they came towards me. My gaze was instantly drawn to their pubes, which were a lovely orange hue. Beth only had a tiny trimmed tuft just above her slit, while her mother had a larger patch, about the size and shape of an egg.

Beth was slender with long coltish legs and breasts only a little more developed than mine. She was holding Kiki’s hand, laughing at something her mother had said. She looked beautiful and quite content with being naked. Emma’s breasts were magnificent; large and round with remarkably small pink nipples. Other than a few hardly noticeable stretch marks, her petite figure showed few signs of childbirth. Her tummy was flat and her hips were slim and shapely, like her legs. Accompanied by the always stunning Kiki, the three of them made for an awesome sight that had my heart pounding.

I had a burning urge to get on my knees and bury my face in one of those pretty ginger pussies. Given that Kiki would probably never forgive me if I fucked Beth before she did, I decided Emma would be a better choice. Not that it mattered – I was pretty sure I’d get to fuck them both by the end of the night. Something in their wandering eyes convinced me that Emma and her daughter were very much into the idea of sharing a swimming pool with a bunch of nude women and girls.

I was eager for my first encounter with Nicole, Lottie and Evie, but right then, the Cornishes had captured my interest. But before I could come on to Emma, or anyone else for that matter, I needed to clear it with Mum. I didn’t want to embarrass myself if it was too early in the day for sex, and my instincts told me that it probably was.

Mum is always telling me I’m beautiful. But she’s my mother, after all, and would still think I was beautiful if I got hit by a bus. But recently I’d begun to truly believe that she really meant it. Kiki and Henri had also said sweet things – not just telling me I’m beautiful, but sexy, too. And they backed up their words with touches and kisses, just like my mum. So I was not only growing in confidence, but learning the arts of seduction as well.

I knew enough to understand I was still a bit clumsy – but being so young, I could get away with it. So as Kiki, Emma and Beth walked towards me, I made no attempt to hide the fact I was staring at them, very much liking what I saw.

“You okay there, Poppy?” asked Emma, wearing a sly smile as she stepped into the shallow end with me. “See anything you like?” She drifted closer while Kiki waded into the middle of the pool with Beth.

I thought it best to be honest. “Sorry for staring. It’s just that I – I’ve never seen orange pubic hair before. I think it’s lovely.”

Emma didn’t bat an eyelid, “Aw, that’s sweet, thank you! Kiki said you were a delightful little girl… and so far, I have to agree with her. You have such beautiful blue eyes.” She stroked my cheek then softly said, “I’d love to get to know you better.”

Okay, that was a definite come on, no doubt about it. My heart was racing, and I could feel myself blush. That’s okay, blushing is cute, right? Say something, Poppy!

“I’d like that,” I said. Suddenly feeling cheeky, I stole a quick kiss from Emma.

Giggling like the naughty little girl I was, I dove beneath the water and swam off. When I came up for air and glanced back, Emma blew me a kiss. I pretended to catch it, then sent one back.

Even though I was burning with lust, I also felt uncertain about my next move. Right… gather yourself. It’s just sex, you’ve done it loads of times now. I need to talk to an adult… good, there’s Mum. She was in the pool with Henri, bobbing about in the water and chatting to her.

I went over to her and got up close, then whispered, “Can I make a move on Emma? I’m pretty sure she likes me.”

Kiki was grinning. “Oh, she likes you just fine. Couldn’t take her eyes off you earlier!”

“I must admit, I’m keen to get this party started. What do you think, Henri?” Mum said.

“It should be okay… but I normally wait for Mum to make the first move, so maybe check with her first.”

“Okay, I’ll do that,” I said and began to swim off – but Mum took hold of my arm.

“You and Mia have been very close the last few days, have you spoken to her about having sex with others?”

“Of course! I mean, we all have sex with each other, right? She knows that. I mean, she does it with her mum and sisters.”

Henri frowned. “I think what your mum is trying to say is that Mia’s feelings might get hurt if you just threw yourself at Emma. She’s in love with you, after all. If it were me, I’d speak to her and see how she feels about it. I’m sure she’d appreciate that.”

“Or maybe ask her to join you both. She might like Emma, too.”

“Gosh, I can’t believe I didn’t think about that. I feel bad, now.”

Mum shook her head. “Don’t, sweetie. See, you did the right thing, came and asked my advice first. And remember, Emma may be an adult, but you still need to ask permission. And go slow, don’t jump her, let her come to you.” She smiled. “Trust me, she will. You’re irresistable.”

That cheered me right up. I was glad I’d gone to Mum instead of coming on to Emma right away, which is probably just what I would’ve done.

First things first. I needed to speak to Mia. It took me a couple of minutes, but I got her alone.

“I really want to kiss you right now,” I told her.

“Me too! But we can’t, not yet. I have to wait for Mum to say it’s okay before we start doing stuff.”

“My mum said to ask Kiki, which is what I’m just about to do.”

“Um, Poppy… can I ask you something?”

“Anything.” Had she noticed me flirting with Emma? Did she have a problem with that?

“Erm, would you mind if I had sex with your mother?”

“Of course not! I know Mum can’t wait to be with you. She thinks you’re hot.”

“Stop teasing me.”

Sod the rules… I kissed her, I had to. It was a quick one, though, “I would never tease you about stuff like that, Mia. Cross my heart.”

“Wow, she really likes me?”

“She absolutely does. What do you think of Emma?”

“She seems nice. Very sexy.”

“God, I want to fuck her!” I couldn’t help but blurt it out. Thankfully, no one else heard.

Mia laughed. “That’s how I feel about your Mum.”

“So, er, you don’t mind if I have sex with Emma, right?”

“Why would I mind?” Mia looked confused.

“I just thought that, um… actually, it was Mum who said that since you and I are, y’know, really close, maybe I ought to see how you feel about it before….”

“Before you have sex with someone else? Poppy, I hope to have sex with everyone here before we go home, but you’re the one I’m in love with. Let’s just make sure we fall asleep together tonight, how about that?”

I could feel my eyes welling up with joyful tears, but managed to hold them back. “Aw, I love you, Mia. And yeah, I’m spending the night with you for sure!”

She threw her arms around me and we kissed. We broke off before anyone saw us, though.

“Um, by the way, you do know you’re my girlfriend, right?” I asked, giving her a shy smile. “That’s what I’ve been telling people.”

Mia giggled. “Jeez, Poppy! I’ve been calling you my girlfriend for over a week. Get with the program!”

We both burst out laughing, then shared one more quick kiss.

“Let me set things up with Mum for you,” I told her. “I’ll go have a chat with her now.”

“Wait, Poppy – um, maybe you shouldn’t say anything,” Mia began, but I wasn’t about to listen to that. This was no time for her to get cold feet. So I pretended not to hear her, just swam back over to Mum and Henri.

“How did it go?” Mum asked me.

I took her arm. “You were right, Mum. I’m so glad I spoke to her. She’s fine with me being with Emma. Thing is, there’s someone here that Mia’s got her eye on. Someone she’s not been with yet.”

Mum’s eyes widened a bit, like they always did when she was about to hear something juicy. “Oooh, who’s that, then?”

I gave her a big smile. “It’s you.”

“Me?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Oh, don’t act so surprised, Heather,” Henri said, “you know you’re sexy as fuck.” Mum gave a surprised yelp. I figured that Herni must have touched her under the water or something.

I continued. “Anyway, Mia’s dying of embarrassment over there, because I’ve come straight over to tell you what she’s thinking.”

“I’ll have to do something about that, won’t I? Come on, Henri – let’s go see Mia and leave Poppy to chase down her prey.”

“Good luck with Emma,” Henri told me. “Hope I get a crack at her myself – she’s dead sexy!”

As I swam over to where Kiki was chatting with Emma and Beth, I noticed Mum had already drawn Mia into a conversation, and they were both giggling. I felt good for Mia. Mum is a wonderful lover, and I knew they would have lots of sexy fun together. I intended to have sex with Mia’s mum pretty soon, and now I knew that Mia would help me start things off when I did.

Evie and Lilly came over and splashed me, so I played with them for a while then waded over to Kiki. She was leaning against the side of the pool, standing next to Beth. Emma was just opposite them. I didn’t notice until I got up close, but Kiki and Beth had their arms around each others’ waist under the water. This looks promising, I thought.

Kiki smiled at me. “You okay, Poppy?”

I had no idea what to do, so after an embarrassingly long pause I said, “Yeah, just thought I’d say hi,” then giggled like an idiot.

“Kiki was just telling us about your crushes, how each of you have different ones. I think that’s so sweet,” said Emma. I noticed Beth blushing slightly when her mum said that.

I wasn’t sure how much Kiki had told Emma, so I decided it was time to be honest again. “Did they tell you who my crush is?”

“They did, but I’d have known anyway. You’d have to be blind not to see how much you and Mia love each other.”

“Yeah, she’s really nice. She’s my girlfriend now.”

“Well, it’s about time you two made it official! Congratulations!” exclaimed Kiki. She hugged me.

Emma and Beth congratulated me too, and I felt embarrassed all over again. I hadn’t expected this to be such a big deal. My face was hot as I said, “Thanks.”

Then I decided to be bold and take a chance on making a complete muppet of myself, figuring that Kiki would bail me out before I made a really bad impression. “The thing is,” I began, “Mia and I, we both have other crushes, too.”

I left it like that, so if Kiki gave me a certain look I could still explain it away. Instead, she gave me a wink, so I figured it was okay for me to be coming on to Emma. My heart beat even faster when she leaned in close to me and murmured, “Can I be nosy and ask who they are? I think I can guess one of them.”

I was hoping Emma had figured out that I was crushing on her, so I wouldn’t have to say it out loud. Instead, I asked her, “Which one is that?”

“I think Mia likes your mummy,” Emma said, a huge smile on her lips as she looked past me. I glanced over my shoulder to find Mum and Mia cuddling each other in a very affectionate way. To most people, it would have seemed quite innocent, but everyone here knew better.

“Yeah, you got that one,” I admitted. Now, my other crush is, erm… well, it’s on you.” I was so nervous that it was hard to get the words out, all the while struggling to look relaxed..

“Aw, that’s so sweet,” said Beth. “Isn’t it, Mum?”

Drifting even closer, Emma hugged me to her for a long, wonderful while, then kissed my cheek. I could feel her bare legs against mine, and a delicious shiver ran through me when our breasts briefly touched. She whispered in my ear, “You’re my crush, too,” then drew back just far enough to smile at me, cupping my face in her hands. I was gazing into those sparkling green eyes, the desire I saw in them warming me like a sunbeam.

I felt Emma’s hand trail down to my shoulder, and from there to my right breast, what little there was of it. As she teased the nipple, she turned to catch Mum’s eye, then gestured towards me with her head as if to ask, Is this okay?

Mum nodded firmly, then drove the point home by claiming Mia’s mouth in a heated French kiss. Mia went stiff for a fraction of a second, then hugged Mum tightly as their tongues flashed back and forth. The sight of my girlfriend and my mother carrying on like passionate lovers made me quiver inside.

That was when Kiki turned to Beth with a smile and said, “Darling, would you mind if I kissed you?”

“I’d love that,” Beth said, her eyes wide. Kiki moved in, covering the girl’s mouth with hers.

I felt so pleased for Kiki I can’t tell you – honestly, my heart fluttered. I knew how nervous she was, but the woman had guts as well as style, and her fear didn’t show one bit. Despite everything, all the careful build-up, the checking and double-checking, in the end, she was a grown woman who was about to kiss a twelve-year-old girl in front of her mother… and then, in all likelihood, make love to her.

It’s such a high, that moment when friendship suddenly turns sexual. Now multiply that by four women, two teens, and five young girls, all of them gay. It was crazy exciting, my wildest experience ever, and I was practically panting to get started.

Emma looked at me, just about to speak. I figured she was going to ask to kiss me, but I was ready to fuck!

I gave her my sweetest smile. “Emma, would you like to take a soak in the jacuzzi with me?”

She paused with her mouth still open, then smiled back. “I’d love nothing more.”

 

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By Sunnybunny

Staring hopelessly at Richard’s gun, Heather began to trudge toward the door of the motel room. God damn it, she thought, lost in despair. If we’d just hit the road an hour earlier. One fucking hour. 

“Hold on,” Richard said, halting her in mid-step, still firmly grasping Angie’s arm. He frowned at the corpse of Travis, then looked up at Heather, a playful smile on his lips. “It wouldn’t be very polite of us to leave a mess behind when we go, now would it?” He glanced over at his hired goon, the one named Curtis. “Go and get the plastic wrap out of the trunk, then…” he gestured at Travis with the barrel of his gun, “…take that trash out.”

Looking down at the body, his upper lip curled in distaste, Curtis slowly nodded. “Sure, boss.” He exited the room.

Turning back to Heather, still smiling, Richard said, “And that is why the police have never been able to lay a finger on me. Rule Numero Uno: don’t leave evidence behind.” He nudged Travis with the tip of his loafer. “When I saw this specimen at the door, I thought you’d lowered your standards in a big way when it came to men… but there’s no way on earth you’d give it up for this.” He poked the body again, harder this time. “So I guess he must’ve been here for protection, eh? Too bad, too sad.”

Curtis came back into the room, a large piece of plastic sheeting draped over his shoulder.

Ignoring the girls, the burly man spread the sheet on the floor next to Travis, then snapped his fingers at his silent partner, who shambled over to assist. Together they slid the corpse onto the plastic, then began to roll it up – clearly, a job these men had tackled before.

What in God’s name are they going to do with him? she wondered.

As if reading her mind, Richard responded. “My car has an extra-big trunk,” he said, nodding approvingly as he watched his men work. “Plenty of cargo space, that’s right.” He looked up again, his eyes meeting Heather’s. “But there’s more than enough space left for you and your new friend, have no fear.” His smile had turned cold and ugly.

By then the silent thug was holding a wrapped-up Travis in a standing position. Curtis had produced a roll of clear packing tape from somewhere and was winding it around the body over and over, the thick tape making loud ripping sounds with every tug.

Once he was satisfied with the result, Curtis quickly moved over to the outside door and opened it, peering into the night. He looked left and right, then returned to the mummy-like package, taking one end. His partner took the other, and they carried what was left of Travis out of the motel room, Richard saluting as it passed by.

“Hasta la bye-bye,” he waved with his pinky finger, then turned back to the girls. “Next on the agenda – we pay a little visit to this diner.” Gently taking a fistful of Angie’s hair, he slowly twisted it until the young girl whimpered in protest. “I really hope that you aren’t fibbing to me.” He suddenly released her, nearly causing Angie to lose her balance. “I’ve had it up to here with women who don’t behave themselves.” His gaze drifted back to Heather who, once again, fought the impulse to look away.

A few minutes later, Travis’ body concealed in Richard’s car trunk, Angie and Heather left the motel room, leading their captors to the diner. They were marched over like prisoners sent to face a firing squad. Single file, Angie leading the way, Heather close behind, Richard and his henchmen bringing up the rear.

Heather prayed the whole way that someone would see them and realize what was happening. Perhaps Walter would wander out of his office at the end of an unusually long evening at work and glimpse them as he locked up for the night. Even better, the sheriff himself might cruise by in his old patrol car, sidle up beside the caravan and inquire what business they had in the diner at such an ungodly hour. At this point, she would have taken one of the catcalling ranch hands with their pinching fingers that left her ass feeling like a pincushion at the end of her shift. Anything or anyone who might save them from what was shaping up to be a hideous fate for her and Angie both. How would Richard and his goons react when they found nothing in the diner but a few dusty countertops and an old jukebox?

Heather slid into one of the empty seats, tugging Angie along after her, only to have the child abruptly yanked out of her grasp. Richard’s smile was sinister as he forced the girl into the seat beside him, boxing her in against the dividing wall. His gun was trained against her temple, sometimes pressing hard enough to leave a little imprint against Angie’s cheek.

Heather wadded up her hands into tight fists along the tabletop, livid with fury at how powerless she felt, then tucked them into the pockets of her coat, where they could tremble without Richard noticing.

“Now, sugar,” Richard drawled, locking eyes with Heather while he addressed the little girl. “Where exactly did you hide that cash? Hmm?”

It took Angie a moment to find her voice. Her eyes were as wide as saucers, looking positively enormous in the gloom of the diner. “I – I don’t know. We g-gave it to our friend to hide. Someone we c-could trust. She, um, owns this place. She promised to, to keep it safe for us, B-but then she died!” The child stared at Richard, her lower lip trembling.

The crease that took shape in Richard’s brow made it clear that he wasn’t buying Angie’s story.

“It’s true,” Heather insisted. “We left it with the owner while we planned our escape. But she suddenly died, just a few nights ago. It caught everyone by surprise. We had to lay low until we could come back and look for it–”

Richard cut her off, slamming the gun against the table like a judge with his gavel, calling for order. “All right, all right! I get the bloody picture!” He half turned in his seat, the worn leather squeaking with his shifting weight. “Boys, tear this place apart until you find it.”

“Boss, we can’t see shit,” one of the goons protested. “How are we supposed to find anything without turning the lights on?”

“Jesus H. Christ,” Richard muttered, then glared in the direction of his men. “There’s a toolbox in the trunk of the car, remember? In that toolbox, there happens to be a flashlight. Now one of you, hustle back to the car and get it!” He watched, a sour twist to his mouth as the smaller of the two men hastened out the door, then turned back to face Heather, touching the barrel of the gun to his forehead as he offered his two captives a sardonic smile. It’s hard to find good help these days, his expression seemed to say.

Sufficiently cowed and a touch humiliated, the remaining henchman stood with his hands in his pockets, looking as if he’d rather have been the one to go to the car.

Sighing, Richard turned back to Heather in the seat and, noticing her venomous gaze, shifted back into his shit-eating grin. While she watched, he slithered a hand down the neck of Angie’s top, hugging her close to his side like an old chum. With his arm thrown casually around her shoulders, he shamelessly groped the girl’s flat chest.

Gasping in astonishment and outrage, Angie tried to twist away, sliding partway down in the seat in her attempt to avoid the man’s touch. “Nuh-uh!” he fired back, cinching his arm tighter around the girl’s neck, drawing her back up to sit alongside him without removing his hand from her shirt. “Let’s have none of that now. After all, I’m just being friendly, see? Just a bunch of regular folks hanging out, getting to know one another.” He snickered.

Angie whimpered in reply, shivering in his grasp, her face scrunched up so tightly that Heather feared she might break down in hysteria. She longed to reach across that expanse and take the child’s hand, to give her fingers a squeeze. Let her know that everything was okay. It’s not, though. It’s anything but okay.

This is all my fault, Heather told herself. None of this would’ve happened if I’d never stopped here. Never chose a twelve-year-old girl to be my lover, never agreed to the utter insanity of running away with her. She would have given anything in that moment to take it all back, the good as well as the bad. She would happily surrender those joyous feelings Angie had stirred within her soul, the wonderful laughter and the forbidden, amazing sex – all of it – to banish that look of helpless terror from the girl’s face.

Then and there, Heather vowed that she would get them out of this mess or die trying. She had no idea how or when, but she was at least going to give it her best shot, even if it meant staring down that gun when Richard pulled the trigger…

The door tinkled as the departed thug came back into the cafe, triumphantly brandishing the flashlight. He switched it on, and Richard quickly hissed, “Keep that away from the windows, damn it!”

Pointing the bright yellow beam at the floor, the hood and his cohort made their way into the kitchen to begin their search for the hidden stash of money. They were hardly discreet, and soon a great clangor of noise was heard, one that only grew louder as their efforts intensified.

“Hey,” Richard suddenly said, glancing from Angie to Heather, “you know what I think would do us some good? A story. Yeah! A nice icebreaker to, to alleviate all this tension.” He gave Angie a rough shake that sent her throttling back and forth in his grip. “Would you like that, sweetie pie?” He did not wait for a reply. “That’s the ticket – a nice little fairy tale to calm everyone’s nerves. Okay, now.” He settled back, then began. “Once upon a time, there was a poor peasant girl. And she married a charming crown prince, heir to a vast and wealthy empire.”

Shit. Heather’s bowels turned to water, sensing where he was going with this little stunt of his and hating him all the more for it.

“The two met at a ball in the land of Universe City, and boy, was she blown away by his charms. They danced all night long, until all the stars had vanished from the sky…” His voice took a wispy, almost melancholy air. The bastard even reclined his head back and sighed theatrically, gesturing with his gun hand as he basked in the memory.

“Now, they did not fuck that night.” He made sure to lean hard into Angie’s ear for the word ‘fuck’, the tip of his tongue tickling at her lobe. “You see, our princess was a chaste bitch, who made her poor prince wait and wait and wait before she opened her legs to him.”

A crash erupted from the front of the store, making Angie and Heather jump in their seats. One of the goons had taken the butt of his flashlight to the ancient cash register and forced it open. Richard went on as if he hadn’t heard. “But when she did… whoa, boy!” His voice grew louder. “It was as if the floodgates opened up. After that, they were fucking all the time.” He lewdly thrust his hips up into the table, making the whole booth shape with his ferocity. “Like a couple of damn rabbits. Like it was going out of style. You get the picture?

“Anyway, eventually the prince and the peasant girl agreed to marry. His family was against it, of course. Princes are meant to marry princesses. Not poor gutter trash drowning in student loans…” He paused, corrected himself. “Er, I mean poor gutter trash who was at risk of turning into a pumpkin at the stroke of midnight. Yet he was persistent. He liked the way she fucked, you see. He liked the way she begged to be fucked harder.” He went on to imitate her sighs, resuming his gyrations until he cracked up with laughter that nobody shared.

Heather looked away, unable to bear the weight of Angie’s gaze as he described their intimate past together. She felt hideous, humiliated, made worse after spending such loving and comforting times with this girl she loved so. How had she ever been able to surrender herself to this man? To any man?

When at last she summoned up the courage to seek out Angie’s face, offering apologies with her eyes, she found a haunted look wrought over the child’s face. No doubt, the display was causing her to relive the trauma she’d known at the hands of her father.

Richard spoke on. “They moved into a palace together. Soon after, the prince gets involved in bigger and better business opportunities. More wealth than either of them could imagine. She objects, of course. These things are on the, er, grayer side of the law, shall we say? Skirting around the edges of legality, sure… but with all the cash it brings, she doesn’t protest too loudly.” The son of a bitch winked at her then. Her hands ached with the need to snatch the gun from him, to demand he get his filthy hands off her beloved.

“Anyhow, our prince is on top of the world, with all the money, drugs and pussy a man could possibly ask for!” His mouth tightened. “Then one day, the poor, innocent young prince comes home to find that he has been wronged. A great sum of cash is missing from his castle, as well as the pussy he liked to fuck most.” Heather openly scoffed at that, but Richard took no notice. “He was heartbroken, our unfortunate prince. Heartbroken and worried of what had befallen his peasant girl-made-princess, who seemed to have completely forgotten the many, many good things he’d given her. He’d even let it slide that she’d refused to open her legs for him of late. That was fine. He was a patient prince and there were… others, more willing to receive him. Before you think too ill of the prince, know that he never betrayed the peasant girl in his heart. Sure, he enjoyed a little pussy on the side, since hers seemed to be locked up tighter than Fort Fucking Knox, but she was still his wife. That meant something to him, damn it. She… belonged to him. He never forgot that fact. Even if she did.” His mouth tightened.

Damn him, Heather thought. God damn his sick, twisted soul to hell.

Richard looked down at Angie. “We all make mistakes, yeah? Sometimes we get so deep into our own bullshit, we make boneheaded decisions. I’m including myself in that equation, too. Don’t think I’m not. I should have known her unhappiness would lead to some sort of… rash behavior. But I let it go on without taking her in hand, getting her mind right. That’s on me. But…”

He trailed off, letting his gaze drift to Heather. For a moment, his smile took a turn. It was shy, almost innocent, and playful. The smile she’d fallen in love with so many years ago. Usually, it showed itself after a bad ‘dad joke’. She used to find it so charming. Its appearance now was intended to be disarming, to perhaps remind her of what she had left behind, that could still be. Once upon a time, it might have made her swoon, a touch weak in the knees, and earn him a kiss or two.

Now, it made her want to vomit.

“Hey, boss.”

They collectively glanced over at the one he had called Curtis earlier. He stood behind the counter, frustrated and out of breath. “We ain’t findin’ shit here.”

“What do you mean?” Richard shot the pair of girls a warning look before addressing Curtis again. “You couldn’t have checked everywhere.”

Curtis shrugged his broad shoulders. “Only so many places it could be, boss. The kitchen an’ back offices are clean. Just the couple hundred in the register, that’s all we got.” He produced a wad of bills, hastily wrapped up with a rubber band, as evidence to his claim.

Richard sucked on his teeth, thinking quietly to himself before coming to some internal conclusion. “Look one more time. Just to make sure, but…” He paused for dramatic effect, shifting his weight to lean heavily into Angie. She shrank away in response, squeezing herself into the corner of the booth, but Richard fixed the girl with an icy glare. “This is a clear failure to communicate,” he hissed. “A classic case, in fact.” He seized Angie’s chin, forcing her face upward until their eyes met. The gun’s barrel pressed against the twelve-year-old’s throat, making her whimper. “You know what happens to liars… don’t you, cunt?”

Richard was staring at Angie’s face, as if it held the secret he wanted. In a way, it did, as the girl wasn’t looking at him – but past him. Over his shoulder. Following her gaze, he and Heather saw what Angie was seeing.

The old jukebox stood in the corner, shining with benign light. All its track selection buttons were aglow, shining so brightly in the darkness that they could make out individual numbers and names for each artist. She spied Buddy Holly, Fats Domino and The Platters before she was drawn back to Richard and the girl in his clutches. Had it been left on this whole time? She certainly hadn’t noticed when they’d entered the diner, but she was distracted at the time. Now, it seemed impossible to miss, a lighthouse in the middle of a hurricane.

Richard looked from Angie to the old juke and back again, until something occurred to him that had his face glowing almost as brightly. “You sneaky little fox!” he exclaimed, then leaned forward and planted a loud, wet kiss against the girl’s cheek. He practically vaulted out of the booth, leaving a disgusted Angie scrubbing her face with both hands.

Richard stalked over to the jukebox with long, bird-like strides. Cocking an elbow against its radiant face, he hammered it with the butt of his gun, rattling the Plexiglas that housed the much-worn 45’s. Without waiting for a response, he pursed his lips together and whistled. The piercing sound immediately drew Richard’s men in, the trio huddling around the jukebox as if it was a safe in need of cracking.

“You think it’s in here, boss?” Curtis asked, sounding uncertain.

“Hiding in plain sight,” Richard answered with a barking laugh. He backed away. “C’mon, get to work busting this open. You can keep any loose dimes you come across.”

Wondering what would happen to them once Richard saw through Angie’s ruse, Heather looked across the table for Angie, startled to realize that the girl was no longer in her seat.

“Angie…?”

A shot rang out. The front of the jukebox exploded with a shower of sparks, wood paneling, and metal pieces scattering into the air like confetti.

As one, the trio of men slowly turned around. The quiet that followed was unsettling, punctuated only by the ringing in their collective ears from the loud report the gun had made in such a confined space.

There, in the middle of the aisle between the rows of booths, stood Angie. Her feet were wide apart, the gun held aloft in a firm two-handed grip. Her shot had just missed, passing between the cluster of heads and into the front of the old Rock-Ola. She didn’t wait for a response, squeezing off another round that had the three men scrambling to flatten themselves on the tile floor, hands clasped protectively over their skulls.

“Fuck!” the second thug gasped, and Heather realized that she’d not heard him speak until then.

The gun looked positively huge in Angie’s small grip. The force of the shot had sent her staggering backward, the weapon nearly flying out of her hands. She held on, though, her eyes blazing with fury as she faced down the bad guys.

Will anyone call the police if they hear shots coming from the diner? Heather strained her ears for the sound of sirens, but the second blast had deafened her, at least temporarily. Cautiously rising from her seat, she moved to join Angie, suddenly recognizing the gun. It had belonged to the girl’s father, the same one he’d dropped in his death throes. Somewhere in the confusion,  Angie had had the presence of mind to snatch it up and conceal it somewhere in her clothes.

The jukebox groaned, then the sound of a needle skidding across a record erupted from the speakers. The lights flickered once, twice and then died, stealing all sound with it.

“Angie,” Heather breathed. The girl continued to stare ahead, trembling fiercely. Tears streamed down her cheeks, clouding her eyes until it looked like they were melting out of their sockets. Gingerly wrapping a hand around Angie’s outstretched fists, Heather slowly, ever so slowly took the gun from her grasp. “You did good, sweetie. You saved us.”

Richard chuckled humorlessly in the darkness.

Heather trained the gun on their prone forms, coaxing Angie behind her. “We are leaving, Richard. This is done.”

“Like hell it is!”

She fired another shot. The round ricocheted off the linoleum. In the flash of light from the nuzzle, she caught a glimpse of the men cowering tightly together, hands still atop their heads. She spied Richard’s handgun; the one Curtis had handed over earlier, abandoned atop the ruined jukebox. The long silencer was unmistakable.

“On your feet. Slowly. SLOWLY!” She enunciated the word for clarity.

Hands raised, the trio gathered themselves up from the floor. Heather routed them into the kitchen area, marching single file through the swinging door. Richard grumbled the whole time, no doubt infuriated by the unfamiliar circumstance of being at someone else’s mercy. At Heather’s direction, the men seated themselves in a row along the wall, their backs to the ancient oven that dominated a whole corner of Maven’s kitchen.

“Ain’t this cozy,” Richard mocked. He crossed his legs out wide and relaxed back on his palms. He stared daggers beyond the gun leveled at his head, looking into Heather’s eyes. “Don’t you dare think this is the end, you fucking bitch. I’m going to get my money back one way or the–”

Heather cut him off. “Angie,” she said, “Go get the bag.”

At her arm, the girl hesitated. “Are you sure?”

Heather nodded wordlessly, this simple gesture enough to let Angie know there would be no arguing. Her mind was made up, resolved that if this ended the insanity, it would be well worth it.

A lifetime seemed to pass between the sounds of the front door chiming open and closed. The gun weighed heavily in her sweaty hands. Heather was on pins and needles, wondering how many guns they might have on them, strapped to their ankles or tucked into the band of their pants. Her frayed emotions threatened to carry her right over the edge, until every shift of shadow seemed to be one of the men going for an unseen weapon.

“Heather…?” Angie was at her side again. She hadn’t heard the child reenter.

Startled to within an inch of her life, Heather erupted with a strangled cry, squeezing the trigger. The bullet went wide, burying itself into the guts of the old oven with such force that the wide door on the front spilled open.

The unnamed thug bellowed, “Fuck, lady! Watch where you’re pointing that thing!”

She was quick to recover, training the gun back on her target. “One wrong move, and it’ll be your fucking head.” She tried to play it off as if the shot had been intentional. Whether it worked or not, she had no idea, but that hardly mattered. “Angie, put the bag down.”

The girl did as instructed.

“This what you’re after?” Heather booted the satchel across the space between them. She’d intended for it to settle squarely between Richard’s splayed legs. He certainly would have appreciated the symbolism of the gesture. The heavy bag only made it halfway, however, before upending and popping open. Fat wads of cash spilled onto the tile, some of the rubber bands snapping loose. “There. Take it. This is done. Over. Do you hear me, Richard? Over!”

“Oh, I wouldn’t count on that.” He didn’t miss a beat. “You can’t believe this was about money. Only about money, anyway. You’re smarter than that, princess. No one leaves me, not unless I want them gone. No one!” Richard’s hands were opening and closing, his body taut with anger. “Go ahead and run again; you’ll never escape me. I’m going to keep after you, chase you to the ends of the earth. I’ll use every connection I have, spare no expense… Oh, it might take a lifetime. But sooner or later…” He let the rest go unsaid. Shaping his hand into a gun, he extended the thumb and forefinger, firing off an invisible shot aimed at her forehead.

Heather had desperately hoped that the money would be enough to buy their lives. I should have known better. There isn’t enough money in the world to make things right with Richard, not when his pride takes a hit. He’d been bested, even humiliated in front of his own men, and that set a price that could only be repaid in blood. Hers, certainly – now Angie’s as well.

She understood now that they would never know a moment’s rest, not while Richard Valentine walked the earth. She and Angie could run, they could hide, but there was no peace to be had. She would always be looking over her shoulder, wondering if this would be the day that someone put a bullet in her back.

Heather was snapped out of her brooding by the sound of the flint wheel of a lighter struggling to ignite. She quickly turned to Angie, who held a cigarette between her lips, trying and failing to light it.

Catching Heather’s glance, the girl sighed, “I know, I know. I’ll quit tomorrow. Right now, I need this.”

But that wasn’t what had Heather so concerned. Thinking quickly, she cupped a hand over Angie’s, taking the lighter away. “Go wait by the car.” The child started to protest, but Heather shot her a warning look. “Please. I’ll be out there soon. Just go. Now.”

“Fine!” With an angry huff, Angie threw down her unlit cigarette and stalked off.

Heather waited, counting slowly in her head until enough time had passed for her young lover to have reached the end of the block. But would she stay there? What concerned her now was Angie’s natural stubbornness. Please, PLEASE make her do what I say, just this once!

“We’re going now,” she announced, laying a hand on the swinging door.

“Oh, we’ll give you a head start. Right, fellas? A nice slow count of One Hundred Elephants before we come chasing after.” He puckered his lips together, making loud kissy noises at her.

That’s good, she thought. Keep it up, asshole. The more he taunted her and made a fool out of himself, the less chance that he would notice the smell of gas creeping into the room from the busted pipe in the oven.

The door swung closed and, good to his word, Richard began to loudly count out the time. “One elephant! Two elephants! Three elephants! Four, count ‘em FOUR elephants! Five! That is FIVE elephants!” He could hardly contain himself, comfortable in the knowledge that his victory had merely been postponed.

Whispering an apology to Mama Maven for what she was about to do, Heather flicked the lighter, then held the butane flame to one of the tacky old curtains fixed into the windows. They caught immediately. By the time Heather rushed out of the diner, the flames were licking at the ceiling fixtures, bringing the row of windows facing the road to life with a light that seemed to pulse like a great artery.

The heart of Oasis, she thought, running as hard and fast as she was able.

The blast that followed nearly bowled her over, lighting up the night for an instant. Seconds later, debris from the cafe began to rain down; luckily, Heather had managed to get past the worst of it. Batting a scorched menu away from her face, she stumbled toward her car, mouthing a prayer of thanks when she spied a frantic Angie standing next to it. They flew into each other’s arms.

***

The explosion of Mama Maven’s diner did more than destroy the building. The flames quickly spread to other businesses in the neighborhood, many of them already vacant. Soon, the whole block was ablaze. Some buildings escaped the holocaust, but had their roofs damaged by the falling debris. The force of the blast also shattered dozens of windows, enough that a couple of glaziers were brought over from a neighboring town to assist in replacing them. One local World War II veteran was sent into cardiac arrest and died before first responders could reach him.

By the time the last of the blaze was extinguished, and full stock of the aftermath could be taken, most of downtown Oasis had vanished. What replaced it was twisted, ugly spires of charred wreckage. Even the library, so famous for weathering such calamities in the past, had burned to its foundation. It seemed that the cancer that had slowly eaten away at this town had finally come to surface and claimed what remained. What wasn’t taken by the economy, disrepair and the harsh conditions of the desert had been collected at last.

Amongst the wreckage was a pair of early rescues, young women wrapped up in a Mylar blanket together, coated in a layer of soot so thick they were nearly lost in the gloom. The aftermath was so chaotic that the emergency teams failed to notice them sharing a passionate kiss, the two of them overjoyed to be alive and safe.

The investigation was brief, yet as thorough as could be expected with such limited resources. Much of the evidence was either destroyed in the explosion or lost in the ensuing fire that raged for hours afterward. All the authorities could establish with any certainty was that the blaze had originated at the diner, spreading after a gas leak triggered an explosion, and three horribly charred bodies were found amid the wreckage. It was quickly established that these men weren’t locals, and that two of them had been carrying guns.

These three strangers were quickly linked to an unfamiliar luxury sedan, parked just down the road. It had been scorched in the fire, but was still intact. Upon searching the vehicle, the body of local garage owner Travis Lawrence was found in the car trunk. He’d been killed by a single gunshot, then his corpse wrapped in thick plastic. The bullet was traced to one of the guns that had been recovered from the cafe explosion.

Only one of these mysterious men could be identified from the charred remains – an ex-con named Curtis Grotowski, pinpointed by prison dental records from his three-year stretch in Nebraska for armed assault. The sedan’s out-of-state license plates were run through the system, but that proved to be a dead-end when it was discovered that the car had been registered under a false identity.

In the end, no one could produce a satisfying explanation for the disaster. Some suspected that the three men in the diner had intended to rob the place… but how did Travis Lawrence fit into the scenario? Had he been in cahoots with these strangers, then double-crossed? Or had he tried to interfere with their scheme and gotten killed for it? The answer remained tantalizingly out of reach, a bottomless source of speculation and gossip for the locals.

One of the businesses to escape the worst of the fire’s wrath was Walter’s motel. He sustained damage to the side facing the road that he shared with the diner. One wing had been burned to the ground, but the rest was no worse for wear, and he was able to reopen within a couple of days.

Heather and her things were moved to another room, where she awaited each day with apprehension and dread, expecting the sheriff to come calling with a warrant for her arrest. When she finally did hear a knock at the door, she nearly jumped out of her skin. But instead of a lawman bearing handcuffs, her visitor was none other than Mama Maven’s attorney Calvin Wynn.

After she’d ushered him inside and pleasantries were exchanged, Calvin informed her that the insurance adjusters were wrapping up their investigation of the explosion, and as the new owner of the cafe, she stood to inherit a generous amount of money from its loss of the cafe.

When Heather learned of the amount, she nearly keeled over. Not quite the half million she’d taken from Richard, but it was enough for her to start over. A clean slate, at long last.

She didn’t get to see very much of Angie much after the fire. The police were busy trying to locate her next of kin, with no success. In the meantime, she was staying with the sheriff and his wife, which meant that she spent her days loitering around the police station with very little to do beyond sulk the days away.

Before long, Angie had taken to spending her time sitting at the sheriff’s mammoth desk, drawing on the back sides of old faxed documents. She only had a handful of broken crayons to use, but made do with them. Heather dropped in from time to time to visit, but the effort of keeping their feelings hidden made this time together less enjoyable than it should have been. Just glancing into Angie’s eyes filled Heather with a desire so acute, it made her stomach hurt.

At least the sheriff was always happy to see someone paying attention to Angie. “That poor girl’s been through a lot,” he told Heather. “Hell of a thing, losin’ her daddy that way.” In fact, Angie couldn’t have been happier to be rid of Travis, who had done more than anyone to make her childhood a misery. She was careful to pretend to mourn his demise – at least, when there were witnesses at hand.

One morning, the sheriff’s wife went to rouse young Angie for breakfast, only to find her bed empty. It had not even been slept in. Shortly thereafter, it was discovered that Heather had vanished as well.

Fearing the worst, a state-wide manhunt was organized, complete with missing person notices and an Amber alert. A cash award was posted for any information leading to the pair’s whereabouts, a reward that would ultimately go unclaimed.

Weeks would turn into months, with no sign of Heather or Angie. The town of Oasis would carry on, of course. The locals would eventually spin their own sordid tales of what had become of the two girls, concocting wild stories that blamed everything from drug cartels to Satanic cults to space aliens.

More than a year later, a true crime TV show known for revisiting cold case files brought on a witness who had not come forward before, a motel owner who claimed to have rented a room to a woman with a young girl who closely resembled Angie Lawrence and Heather Freemantle. “There was somethin’ about them that made me wonder, though,” he said. “She said the girl was her daughter, but I could tell that she wasn’t. So I took a few pictures of them through the window.”

The TV screen shifted to a few grainy images of a woman and a preteen girl taking suitcases from a car.  They were both wearing baseball caps and sunglasses. The photos were taken from too far away for a positive identification to be made, the narrator’s voice explained.

The show continued with the interviewer asking the motel owner about the couple’s demeanor – did they seem to be under duress or agitated? The man could only shrug. “Not so’s I could tell,” he said.

The last picture was taken the next morning; it showed the mysterious woman in her car, pulling out of the lot with the girl at her side, both of them still wearing shades and caps. The photo shows what appears to be the woman reaching over to adjust the gearshift. The investigators had no idea that, if glimpsed from a certain angle, the woman was actually placing her right hand between the girl’s legs.

***

Nearly five months after the explosion in Oasis, a small west coast town saw the arrival of two new residents. Their names were Samantha and Danielle Worthington, a recently divorced mother looking to start over in a new location with her daughter. They could be rather quiet and private, but most of their neighbors took to them fairly quickly. Within a few weeks, the Worthingtons were part of the community.

It hadn’t taken long for Heather to find her contact, the forger who had offered her a new identity for the right price. He was taken aback to learn that he’d need to manifest a second set of documents, these intended for a child. The man asked no questions, but it took several weeks longer than expected before Heather and Angie were able to reemerge with their new names. The process had taken a considerable bite out of their bankroll, but enough remained for Heather to rent a small home in a quiet neighborhood.

Heather, now Samantha, took a job doing secretarial work at a law office. Her daughter Dani, formerly known as Angie, would attend school in the following semester, showing certain proclivities towards art and theater. She was, in the opinion of her teachers, a natural.

The two of them pitched in together to do up the second bedroom for appearance’s sake, decorating the space to reflect the typical interests of young girls. There were boy band posters and fairy lights on the walls, glow-in-the-dark stars and planets along the ceiling and stuffed animals on the bed. Everything was done up in pastels, right down to the sheets on the twin-sized mattress. The bed was seldom used, though, since Angie nearly always slept with Heather. As for the room, she mostly used it to study or hang out with her friends.

To the outside world, ‘Samantha’ and ‘Dani’ seemed anything but unusual – a friendly, attractive single mom and her cute, precocious preteen daughter. But once their doors were closed and the shades drawn, the woman and the girl melted into each other’s arms, their mouths meeting in a heated, hungry kiss.

For the first few weeks in their new home, Heather and Angie were insatiable, making love over and over again. Most of their free time was spent naked. Why bother getting dressed, if they were only going to be taken off again?

Eventually a rhythm began to take shape in the household – a careful balance between Heather raising Angie into womanhood, and their life together as lovers. There were growing pains, naturally. Was it Heather the ‘mother’ telling Angie to do her homework after dinner? Was it Angie the ‘daughter’ who roused Heather from sleep, hungry for sex?

Sometimes Heather gave Angie dance lessons after dinner. Sometimes they didn’t finish dinner at all.

Sex was a crucial component of their nightly routine, after which the two lovers would drift into slumber together, naked and entwined beneath the sheets.

We will withdraw now while Angie and Heather are in bed together, watching a movie in their pajamas, a bowl of popcorn balanced on Heather’s tummy. To linger too long would be impolite… and we’ve been their accomplices long enough.

They deserve to be alone.

The End

***

Afterword

Wow! Just…wow, right? It’s finished, caput, donesville! After so many years in the making, allow me to simply pause for a bit and just taking in the magnitude of this accomplishment. Sure, this is a niche tale for a niche audience but I’ve always been so very passionate about Desert Rose and seeing these wonderful characters to their conclusion. I know this has been a long time coming and to see that so many people here are still reading it and commenting and showing so much love and support for this little tale of mine just fills my heart beyond what words can express. I’m so glad I was able to entertain you all, so from the very bottom and sincerest point of my being, I want to thank you. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU for being a constant show of support and inspiration. Without the fine folks at JS, I can say this tale never would have been completed at all.

So background!

The basis for YDR came for my desire to write out a more traditional mystery story, about a young woman fleeing her old life and an abusive relationship and starting over. Her sordid past would clash with the seedier underbelly of a small town until both come to a head during a thrilling climax where she is forced to confront her demons. Sort of a Nicholas Sparks meets Gillian Flynn tale with no erotic themes whatsoever.

With this nugget of an idea gestating in my imagination, over the next few months more details emerged: what the town would look like, some of the locals, details about the past she was escaping, etc. I toyed with the idea of a romantic subplot, playing with more themes of deception therein and being a gay woman, I naturally gravitated towards making her love interest another woman. Perhaps the smalltown diner owner.

As a structure began taking shape and I started toying with the idea of writing this out and seeing how the heroine does in the first few chapters, I stumbled across a particular site that catered to shall we say, unique kinks?

So, I reached out and struck up a great dialogue with Cheryl who embraced not only my story right away but ME as a new author. My biggest regret in writing for JS was I never got to fully tell her how invaluable I found help during those early days of churning out the story. She was insightful and funny, a true guiding light in her editing that only made the story better and better. Cheryl Taggart, if you are out there, you were the best <3

What started out as a thriller gradually became a tale of forbidden romance, and I was far more interested in exploring those themes and complex emotions that would go with it than simply writing out a ‘wanker’. That said, seeing all the feedback wondering about the lack of sex, I did feel somewhat pressured to include more than I had planned. In fact, there was a subplot where, after Angie learns of Heather’s determination to flee Oasis before Richard can find her, she demands they go on a date together. It takes some convincing, naturally but they eventually steal off together and head to where else? VEGAS, BABY! I would then reserve a handful of chapters of the two of them getting into all sorts of fun shenanigans and there was even a cameo appearance planned by Naughty Mommy’s own mischievous seductress, Bambi. Before you get TOO excited, it was nothing more than a small bit that was more intended to be a wink-wink to the audience wherein Heather and Angie glimpse her playing the ‘Lost Girl Game’ in the lobby of the hotel they are staying in. Just before they can go up and inquire about her well-being, another couple intercepts and our girls leave, thinking whoever she was is in capable hands.

Yet, in the end, I chose to excise these passages and for a variety of reasons. Chiefly, it slowed the pace of the story down to a crawl to which it never fully recovers, and it didn’t really feel like they fit in with the rest of the story. The chapters felt indulgent and wholly unnecessary, no matter how many times I wrote and rewrote them, they just never clicked with the rest of the narrative. The story is the boss here and keeping things moving and focused on their shared plight was the honest thing to do. Anything else would have been a betrayal to their journey and a ‘lost weekend’ would have only muddled things needlessly. This decision proved to be such a headache, I set the entire tale aside for a while and wrote out another story in the meantime. A nice spa where women of a particular variety could go and be pampered and indulge their most carnal of desires before returning to the real world as the movers and shakers they publicly were.

One thing that did not shift or change in my mind was the ending. I always intended to give them a happily ever after. They deserved nothing less. I hope you all feel the same way and are satisfied by the conclusion and are looking forward to my next tale of sapphic debauchery. I can promise you it won’t be nearly as long (fingers crossed!)

Thanks from the bottom of my heart to JetBoy for stepping in to fill the role of editor for me. As much as I gushed about Cheryl’s guidance above, his help was equally invaluable, and I appreciate every bit of advice and revision suggestion he could offer.

Personal shout outs to Purple Les, Naughty Mommy, Amanda Lynn, eloquent delinquent and Ebo for crafting a few favorites that I frequently revisit for inspiration (among other things 😉)

And lastly but certainly not least, thank you to all the fine readers of Juicy Secrets for sticking with this story until the end. I know it’s been a long journey to those marvelous words ‘THE END’ and your patience, support and understanding while I overcame personal obstacles to see this through to the end is more precious to me than you will ever know.