Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By 3 Fingers Neat

The parking lot emptied and I found myself sitting in my car, staring straight ahead at nothing. Karen, the mother of one of my students, had just asked me to make love to her daughter.

I played her comments over and over in my mind: “She has a crush on you.” “Do you know whose name Chelsea moans when she’s fingering herself?” “Her bottom in a pair of panties is perfection, and her nipples are constantly poking through her tops when she’s cold. It’s just too much for me.”

I struggled with everything I’d heard, but it all added up to this: the mother of my favorite student, Chelsea, the darling eleven-year-old I’d fantasized about for months, had just offered her little girl to me to take as a lover.

My name is Kim Johnson. I’m a teacher at Spiritview Elementary School in Washington state, going into my third year there teaching fifth grade. I love my job. I can’t describe the joy it gives me, watching a young mind open up to new things. Of course, some kids take a while to grasp a subject, but that’s where I try all that much harder to help them learn. The reward of seeing that “Aha” moment in a child’s eyes, when a new concept becomes clear for the first time… that is why I teach.

I’ve had more than a few students that other teachers told me were lost causes. Can you imagine a teacher saying that about a student, much less a fifth grader? That’s when I do my utmost to help that student prove them wrong. Some kids have simply never learned how to learn. With these, I teach them to tackle their lessons one step at a time. I remind them that “Learning is like playing with building blocks. You put one block in place, then another and another until you’ve built a skyscraper of knowledge.” Kids need to know that it’s okay if they don’t have all the answers, as long as they possess the tools to get the information they need.

I first noticed Chelsea during my first year at Spiritview, when she was in third grade. Even then, she stood out.

Late one afternoon, early that year, I heard a commotion in the hall outside my classroom. When I stepped out to investigate, I found Jack, one of my more difficult fifth graders, being pushed back by a little blonde, all four feet, four inches of her. Jack was easily six inches taller, but the blonde wasn’t giving an inch as she defended another girl from Jack’s teasing.

I covered the distance to the fracas in an instant, grabbed Jack by the collar of his jacket and dragged him towards the principal’s office. With a quick glance over my shoulder I told the girls, “You’re coming, too!” as Jack scrambled to keep up with his jacket. I noticed that the blonde had an arm around her friend, telling her that she didn’t do anything wrong and not to be worried about seeing the principal.

Ms. Randall, our principal, asked to see the kids one at a time so she could determine the facts of the disagreement. The blonde stepped forward and, pointing an accusing finger at Jack, announced, “He did it. He was teasing Emily about her hair. She didn’t do anything wrong.”

Ms. Randall was taken aback, but calm in her response to the feisty little blonde. “You’re Chelsea Walker,” she said, then turned to the other girl, “and you’re Emily Foster. Is that correct? You’re both in Mr. Cooper’s third-grade homeroom?”

The girls nodded, then Chelsea spoke up again. “Emily didn’t do anything. She just got a new short haircut, and Jack was making fun of her for it.”

“Chelsea, we’ll get to the bottom of this. Let’s give Emily a chance to tell me what happened.” Emily was asked to go first and Jack was firmly instructed to wait in one of the chairs right outside the principal’s outer office, an area known to the other students as “Death Row.” That left Chelsea and me in the main office, where I got my first chance to introduce myself and take a good look at her.

“Chelsea, that was very brave, the way you stood up for your friend. My name is Ms. Johnson,” I said, extending a hand.

She reached out and shook it. “Is Emily going to get in trouble?”

“No, Chelsea. I think it’s pretty clear what happened. I’ll make sure to tell Ms. Randall what I saw.”

She broke into a dazzling smile. “Thank you, Ms. Johnson. You’re the best!”

While Emily and Jack took turns telling their sides of the event, I had a chance to sit and chat with Chelsea. I’ll admit that I was captivated by her from the start. Her long blonde hair, cute upturned nose and ready smile reminded me of a young Natalie Dormer. What stole my heart, though, was the way she focused all her attention on me, hanging on my every word. There I sat, a twenty-seven-year-old woman, in awe of a nine-year-old girl’s ability to make me feel like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. I fell in love with Chelsea that day.

After that rather unconventional meeting, Chelsea and I became good friends, though I was careful not to let my deepest feelings show. When we passed in the hall, we would exchange high-fives. She regularly dropped by just to talk, and when she needed advice, she would find her way to my classroom.

The summer before Chelsea entered fifth grade, I was excited to see her name on my homeroom list. On the first day of school, she was the first to arrive to class and immediately ran to me, arms wide, for a big hug. It was a great start to the school year.

Our growing closeness led to Chelsea inviting me to attend her soccer game, a request I was only too happy to accept. The chance to see her running around the playing field in cute shorts was too tempting to resist.

That was where I ran into her mother Karen, who proceeded to inform me that she knew I had a crush on her little girl, just from the way I was watching her out on the field. While I was trying to deny the plain truth, all the while looking around for the nearest exit, Karen hit me with a couple more bombshells. She, too, was sexually attracted to Chelsea, and her fear of giving in to temptation and making a move on her daughter was so great that she came up with the solution of finding the girl a grownup lover, namely me.

I was still seated in my car nearly an hour after the game had ended, the parking lot all but abandoned. My mind was working overtime, sorting through the conversation I’d had with Karen.

She had it all worked out. The day after Thanksgiving, I would take Chelsea away for the weekend. She and her husband Jim had rented a cabin in the mountains for a few days, and they would put Chelsea and me up in a nice hotel downtown until Monday morning, when I would drive the two of us to school. Jim was taking Chelsea to dinner that evening, so Karen invited me to drop by her house while they were gone to discuss the plan.

I looked at my watch and saw it was close to twelve-thirty. Chelsea and her father were leaving at four, so I had time to get home and go for a quick run to clear my head before I showered and got dressed up to visit Karen.

When I arrived at the Walker house, Jim and Chelsea were just leaving. I met them halfway up the stone path to the front door, and Chelsea immediately threw her arms around my waist. “Mom said you were coming over. She’s inside, making some of her yummy crab puffs. I’m so glad you came to my soccer game today! Do you like my dress? It’s new.” Stepping away, she did a pirouette for me.

Jim smiled down at his daughter, then extended a hand to me. “Don’t you wish everyone had that much enthusiasm?” he said as we shook.

“Mr. Walker, you should see her at school. This little rascal is like that all day long. It’s all I can do to keep up with her! And, yes, Chelsea, I love your dress.”

“Thanks!” she squealed, actually blushing.

“Please, call me Jim,” said Chelsea’s father. “When I’m traveling and I call to tuck my daughter in, she’s going on and on about the fun she had in your class that day. Chelsea’s a very lucky girl to have a great teacher like you.”

“Oh, I’m the lucky one, Jim. I wish all my kids were as kind, attentive and fun as she is.” Remembering that they were headed out to dinner, I asked, “Where are you going to eat?”

Jim gave me a wink. “It’s a surprise. I can tell you it has a killer view and fantastic food. We’d better be shoving off, actually; they’re really tight with the reservations at this place.” He took his daughter by the hand, and they made their way toward his Lexus. As he opened the door for her, Jim called out, “Enjoy the crab puffs. Chelsea’s right — They’re the best!”

“Bye, Ms. Johnson!” Chelsea cried before she climbed into the passenger’s seat. “Will you still be here when we get home?”

“I imagine I will,” I replied.

“Cool!” she exclaimed, flashing me a grin before pulling the car door closed.

As I watched them drive away, I heard Karen’s voice from the front porch. “Thanks for dropping by, Kim. Now, come on in before the food gets cold.”

After shutting the door behind me, Karen closed the distance between us and wrapped her arms around the small of my back, drawing me to her. “Kim, as of right now, you’re no longer Chelsea’s teacher. You’re my friend. Capiche?” The gentle kiss on my lips that followed clearly made the point that this was anything but a parent-teacher conference. “Come. I’ve got us set up on the back porch. The infrared heaters are on, so it’s nice and toasty.”

Seizing my hand, Karen led me towards the back of the house. The entire way there, I studied her petite figure with interest. It was evident that her workout program was getting great results. She stood barefoot in a pair of Levi 501’s that she filled perfectly, and a loose-knit gray sweater over a white blouse. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back in natural waves that caught the light as we moved through the rooms.

The back porch was dimly lit — just a string of small bulbs that ran along the railing and the underwater lights in the pool. There was a bottle of white wine and two glasses, set to accompany a plate of vegetables and a covered dish I assumed to be the promised crab puffs. Karen offered me a seat opposite her on a small couch, one of two that were adjacent from each other. We’d be able to curl up, each in our own corner, yet only inches apart.

I sat, expecting Karen to join me, but she remained standing. “Now that the family is gone, I can get comfortable.” With that, she removed the sweater. As she shook her hair out I saw she was wearing a thin white buttoned blouse that was opened to show her cleavage, her hard nipples visible through the material. No bra. “There. Now, I’m comfortable.”

“Very nice,” was all I could think to say.

Seating herself on the other couch, Karen poured us each a glass of wine. “Here’s to a new friendship,” she toasted, and we clinked glasses.

I glanced around, taking in the view. “Karen, your house and backyard are beautiful, and I love this patio. Do you and Jim spend much time out here together?”

She laughed. “Funny, but we never have. In fact, I don’t remember a time that Jim has ever sat on these couches, except when we have friends over or during one of our pool parties.”

“That’s really too bad. It’s so relaxing out here.” I took another sip from my glass. This wine is amazing, by the way. Oh, and how about one of those famous crab puffs? They’re all I’ve heard about since I got here.”

After a few glasses of wine, and more than a few crab puffs, I put a hand up when offered more. “Karen, those are delicious, but I’m full. This time it’s my turn to ask you for the recipe.”

“Thanks. I’ll email it to you. How about a tour of the homestead?” she said, adding “Bring your wine,” when I said yes.

The house was amazing, as nicely put together as she was. In fact, the more time I spent with Karen, the more impressed I became. She did yoga, ran and swam to stay in shape, and collected glass figurines, all while running a household and a successful one-woman marketing consultation business. As we passed a gorgeous baby grand piano, I asked if she played. I was stunned when she sat down to regale me with a short offering of Chopin. I was quickly becoming enamored with my new friend.

The final room we toured was Chelsea’s, a typical eleven-year-old girl’s living space. A bit messy and cluttered with some toys scattered about, decorated with posters from her favorite movies and TV shows. I was surprised to see that she’d put up quite a few photos of our class around the edge of her vanity mirror, mostly with me in them.

I stood at the foot of her bed and, gazing wistfully, imagined Chelsea sleeping there. Karen moved behind me and wrapped both arms around my waist, her face touching mine. “I know what you’re thinking. You’re imagining Chelsea lying in that bed, aren’t you? Maybe in a cute little nightie… maybe in nothing at all.”

“I am. I won’t lie to you. I think about her all the time. And yes, I do love to picture her naked.” I paused. “Are you truly serious about wanting me to make love to her?”

Karen slipped her hands under my blouse. My small breasts don’t require a bra, so much of the time, I don’t bother with one. I nearly swooned as she fondled my breasts and now very erect nipples.

“I want that more than anything,” she said. “Well, what I really want is to undress my daughter, then pleasure every inch of her beautiful body with my hands and mouth.”

“Oh, Karen, I want that too,” I whispered.

“I know that moms aren’t supposed to do those kinds of things to their little girls,” she continued. “But I want Chelsea to have a lover, to find out how good it can be with a woman before she starts thinking about boys.” She placed a warm kiss on my neck, making me sigh. “That’s where you come in.”

Karen lightly pinched my nipples, rolling them between her fingers and thumbs. The effect was immediate, a rush of warmth surging between my legs that made me dizzy.  My head lolled back against her shoulder and I breathed in the scent of Karen’s skin, feeling her right-hand travel down my tummy to the top of a very damp pair of panties.

As her fingers slid past my freshly shaved mound, Karen whispered, “You like to look at Chelsea’s ass. I’ve seen your eyes on it. I bet you want to cup that pretty bottom with both hands, while her naked body is pressed against yours.” She traced the opening of my cunt with a finger, making me whimper. “Do you fantasize about spreading her cheeks apart, then lightly stroking that sweet little rosebud with your finger? Or would you prefer to lick her there… the tip of your tongue gliding up and down through Chelsea’s crack? Do you dream of rimming little girls, Kim?”

“Yes!” I cried, past the point of knowing or caring. I felt my knees starting to buckle as Karen teased me closer and closer to release. “Please, please make me come.”

Karen braced me from falling as a massive orgasm raged through my body. I was filled with visions of Chelsea. The feel of her, the taste of her skin, her smell, the sound of the girl calling out my name as I gave her pleasure. I whispered that lovely name as my climax reached its peak — wanting her, needing her.

I came down from this sexual high, tiny shivers running through my body. Karen held me tightly against her, not letting me fall. Finally steadying myself, I turned to take her in my arms and assaulted her lips, cheeks and neck with kisses, whispering, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Soon enough, my gratitude had hardened into raw, naked lust. I all but tore Karen’s blouse off, then my lips found her nipples. I licked and playfully bit those hard nubs, my hands gliding down until I was clutching her denim-covered ass. Dropping to my knees, I unbuttoned her 501’s and slid them to the ground, then pulled them off, followed by her thong. Quickly rising, I grabbed Karen’s ass with both hands, lifted her up, then threw her onto Chelsea’s bed. She landed with a bounce, and I was on top of her in an instant.

Looking deep into her eyes, I said, “Now, I’m going to show you what I want to do to your daughter,” and kissed her passionately.

Breaking away, I stood up and stripped out of my clothes, then knelt at the foot of the bed, grabbed Karen by the hips and dragged her ass to the edge. In one motion, I shoved her knees apart and back, so her pussy and anus were entirely exposed to me.

Without hesitation, my lips smothered her asshole in a deep, hungry kiss. I made my tongue into a point and speared it into her, then licked my new lover from her anus to her clit.

Karen grabbed my head, her fingers entwined in my hair as she held me between her legs. “That! Do that! Don’t stop,” she begged. “Oh, God, yes. Fuck me with your tongue!”

Over and over, I licked the cleft of her sex until I felt Karen’s thighs tense, trapping my head between them as she came. Her orgasm was intense, and I had to brace myself as she twisted and bucked beneath me. Her sweet cream flowed copiously into my waiting mouth and I drank down every drop as if it, alone, could sustain me for life.

Her legs loosened their vice-like grip, and I crawled up to lie beside Karen’s body. Spent, we kissed gently, but with genuine passion.

After a few minutes of cuddling, Karen said, “I have a surprise for you.” She jumped up from the bed and opened Chelsea’s closet. I saw her delve into a laundry hamper and paw through its contents, soon emerging with a handful of dirty panties.

“My, my… what do we have here?” she cooed. Sitting back down on the bed with legs crossed, she deposited four or five pairs of Chelsea’s undies between us. I sat up so that we were facing each other, looking down at the colorful pile.

I reached for a peppermint-striped pair of panties and Karen slapped my hand away. “Oh, no. Look, but don’t touch.” She picked up a pale blue pair of cotton underpants and held them up with both hands. “She wore these yesterday. I know because she paraded around the house in them all day long. God, she is adorable in these. I’m not sure if Chelsea knew what she was doing to me, but the effect was still the same. By the end of the day, all I wanted was to kneel before my little girl, take hold of the waistband, slide them down to her ankles and… well, I’ll leave it at that.” She sighed. “I knew I had to talk to you soon, or I might do something with my daughter that I would regret.”

Karen opened the panties, peering inside, then glanced up at me with an impish smile. “You know… it looks to me as if she might have masturbated in these.”

I was trembling inside. “Can I see? Please?”

Turning Chelsea’s panties inside out, Karen held the gusset up for me to see. She was right — traces of Chelsea’s juices lingered there.

Karen brought those pretty blue panties to within an inch of my face. “Smell them,” she whispered.

I began to roll my nipples between fingers and thumbs, breathing in Chelsea’s essence. It was an earthy, yet delicate fragrance that made my heart race. I looked up into Karen’s eyes just as a small orgasm shuddered through me.

“Wow! I’ve never seen anyone come from just playing with their nipples before,” she said, grinning with delight. “That’s crazy.”

With that, I grabbed the striped pair of panties from the pile and held them right under Karen’s nose. “Smell them. You know you want to.” She hesitated, but quickly succumbed to her passion and inhaled the musky scent of her daughter.

Taking the panties from me, Karen pressed them to her face as I leaned down and took one of her nipples between my lips to suck. In a short time, she had her own orgasm.

“Oh, my God! That was wild. I can’t believe you got me off that way,” Karen said. “That was amazing.”

“Oh, I’m a woman of many talents,” I told her.

I saw her expression turn from astonished to predatory.  “Well, it’s my turn now, and I’m gonna make you fucking scream.”

Karen shoved me back and rolled me over so I was face down in the covers on Chelsea’s bed, covers that were perfumed with the smell of her. Karen positioned herself between my legs, lifting my hips up enough to leave my ass crack fully exposed to her. I felt her hands spreading my cheeks apart, then she lightly blew against my tightest hole so I could feel it inside. That was how I knew that Karen had me wide open.

Pressing my face deeper into the pillow, still bathing in the scent of Chelsea, I waited, my body taut as piano wire, for what I hoped and prayed would come next. I wasn’t disappointed — as I felt the tip of Karen’s tongue as she began to rim my asshole.

A shiver raced through me, and I raised my face from the pillow just long enough to gasp, “Fuck! Mmmm, Karen, that feels so good. Please, don’t stop.”

As her tongue probed the opening of my anus, Karen slid a hand between my legs, seeking the wetness that flowed there. She began to finger me, using her thumb to tease my clit. For the third time, I was building to a climax brought on by my beautiful, attentive lover.

But before I could come, Karen raised her face from my ass and quickly replaced her tongue with a finger. In one stroke, she pushed her finger into my rectum, right up to the third knuckle. A split second later, she shoved two fingers into my cunt. I thrust a hand down there to maul my clit while Karen fucked me in both holes.

Seconds later, I came, nearly screaming the house down. I rode the wave as far as it would take me, then went limp, slumping over onto my side.

Karen laid down next to me and, with a bad-girl grin, proffered her hand, which was glistening with wetness. We came together to lick and suck her fingers, cleaning them of my juices, then our mouths met in a delightfully messy kiss.

She finally broke away, her expression wistful. “Kim, we need to get cleaned up. Jim and Chelsea will be home soon. We’ve got just enough time to take a quick shower, make ourselves presentable and tidy up her bed.”

When Jim and Chelsea arrived half an hour later, they found us seated on the back porch, each sipping from a glass of wine. Chelsea was over the top about her evening. She and her father had dined at the top of the Space Needle, then took in a showing of Frozen 2.

We chatted for a while longer, then Karen told Chelsea to give me a goodbye hug, then get ready for bed. I took the child in my arms and held her, trying to convey every bit of the love I felt in that warm embrace.

Once I’d released her, I said my own goodbyes. Mother and daughter saw me out, and I thanked Karen for a lovely evening. They made their way back toward the front door, and Karen glanced back to give me a smoldering look that said everything about the delights we’d just shared. Chelsea turned to wave one last time before the door closed.

As I drove away I knew I’d sleep well, dreaming of an amazingly passionate woman and her beautiful daughter.

***

About fifteen minutes after Kim’s departure, Karen went to Chelsea’s room to tuck her daughter in. “I’m glad you had a great evening, little one,” she said. I can see why you like Ms. Johnson so much. We had a wonderful evening getting to know each other.”

“Oh, Mommy, I knew you’d like her. She’s the best.”

“Goodnight, darling,” Karen said, turning off the light.

“G’night, Mommy,” Chelsea replied before her mother closed the door.

Snuggling into the blankets, Chelsea thought about that nice hug Ms. Johnson had given her. She’d always loved how her teacher smelled, and being in the woman’s arms had given her the opportunity to fall into that sweet aroma, letting it surround her completely.

As the child closed her eyes, slowly drifting into slumber, it seemed as if she could still detect it somehow, the enchanting scent of the teacher that she loved so very much.

On to Chapter Three!

by 3 Fingers Neat

I jumped when I heard Karen’s voice. “Isn’t she just too cute?”

It was fall in Washington state, and the youth soccer season was in full swing. Many of my fifth-grade students played soccer, so I dropped by most Saturdays to watch them. This group was U12 Girls, an age group classification designating girls under twelve years of age. Most of my kids were eleven, so they played in the U12 group.

I was at this specific game because I got an invitation from Chelsea, one of my students, to come and watch her play. She said that if I came, she’d score a goal for me. As I stood on the sideline, Chelsea’s mother, Karen, came up from behind and surprised me with her question. I was startled and hoping she hadn’t noticed that I’d only been watching Chelsea for the past fifteen minutes.

“Oh, they’re all cute,” I said, trying to seem casual about it.

Karen leaned against my back, her breath noticeable against my cheek, “Yeah, but she’s your favorite.”

Turning to face her, I said, “I’m not allowed to have favorites.”

There was amusement in Karen’s eyes. “You seem to find your way to every one of Chelsea’s games, Kim. Look around, some of your students are playing right now on three of the different pitches. I don’t ever see you watching those games. Just Chelsea’s team, and you seem to only be looking at her.”

I took a half step back but, with a light touch on my arm, Karen stopped me. “It’s okay,” she said. “You get to have a favorite. I know that Chelsea’s yours.”

“She, um, invited me to come today. She said she’d score a goal for me. I’m watching her so I don’t miss it.” I hoped that my response would be enough of an explanation for Karen.

“You do know she likes you, right?”

“She’s a great kid, and so helpful in class. I like her, too.”

Karen laughed lightly, “That’s not what I meant. She has a crush on you.”

With that, she turned away and walked away from the other parents, towards the parking lot. A quick nod over her shoulder told me she wanted me to follow. We stopped just far enough away from the other parents so they couldn’t hear our conversation, but close enough to see the pitch.

“Chelsea talks about you all the time. When she was getting ready today, all she could talk about was you coming to watch her play.”

“It isn’t uncommon for students to like a particular teacher… or even think they have a crush on one,” I said.

“Oh, it’s a crush, all right. Trust me. She went on and on about you after our pool party last month. Thanks for coming, by the way. The kids loved having you there. Afterwards, she couldn’t stop talking about how beautiful you are,  and how much she liked your swimsuit.

“That week, I noticed certain… changes in Chelsea. Her bedroom door was closed more than normal and her panties were very messy when I washed them. Then one night, I heard her masturbating in her room. Do you know whose name Chelsea moans when she’s fingering herself?”

“Karen, this is entirely inappropriate,” I pleaded. “I am your daughter’s teacher. You’re her mother, for God’s sake. This discussion shouldn’t be happening.”

“Relax, Kim. This is just between us. And it’s not like I don’t already know that you like women. Young ones, at that.”

“That is simply not true,” I said frantically.

She touched my arm. “Kim, don’t worry. I’m not going to tell anyone. Your secret is safe with me.”

“What makes you so sure I’m a lesbian?” I huffed.

“Let’s just say that a certain grade school principal knows quite a bit about what happened in your room after school last year with Rachael Miller.”

“Ms. Randall? She – she knows?” I stammered.

“The same, and yes.”

“So, what is this? Am I in trouble?”

“No, of course not. I’m fine with it. In fact, it’s only fair you know that I learned of your indiscretion with young Miss Miller while my face was between the principal’s legs.” She smiled. “You see, you’re not the only one in this small town with a secret to keep.”

My heart was hammering as I struggled to process all of this. “Ms Randall? Really? I didn’t know. She’s married and definitely doesn’t seem the type. And you? Oh, my.”

“Kim, it really isn’t all that uncommon. I don’t work, and Jim is always on one of his sales trips or out late. I’m alone a lot of the time. It’s just Chelsea and me. I get lonely, and I’m really not interested in having an affair with a guy. That would definitely get around. Plus, guys are simply too much work and I’ve always liked women. I’m surprised you’ve never caught me checking you out.”

“Well, I’ve seen you looking, and definitely considered the possibility during the pool party. I seem to remember you spending a lot of time in the kitchen with me, while I was putting my fruit salad together.”

“I’m sure I just wanted the recipe,” Karen joked.

“Karen, what’s this all about? I like Chelsea, sure. She’s adorable and has the sweetest personality of all my kids. If they were all like her, I’d be the happiest teacher in the world.”

“Oh, she’s a great kid. I know that as well as anyone but, honestly, you really don’t know how adorable she can be. I can’t believe I’m telling you this, but I need your help.”

“My help? What do you want me to do?”

Karen only sighed. My eyes followed hers as she looked towards the pitch at her eleven-year-old daughter. In an almost dreamy voice, she said, “You should see her at home when it’s just the two of us. She rarely wears a lot of clothes. It’s always shorts or yoga pants and a tank top or sports bra. This summer it was just panties and a tank top. It’s more than I can handle.”

She turned back to me. “From all her soccer, Chelsea is really fit. With those long legs, I know she’s going to be fairly tall like me, though I sure don’t remember having an ass like hers at eleven. Her bottom in a pair of panties is perfection, and her nipples are constantly poking through her tops when she’s cold. It’s just too much for me.” Karen sighed again, shaking her head.

“Yesterday, I was on my laptop in the living room when Chelsea walked by and stopped to pet our dog Luke. She was wearing a pair of old, almost threadbare Disney panties that are much too small for her. When she bent over I could see those panties pull up into her butt crack. The material was so thin, I swear I could see right through it. I was practically salivating.”

I was utterly shocked. “Karen, she’s your daughter!,” I said, trying to keep my voice down so the other parents wouldn’t hear me.

“I know, Kim. It’s wrong. So wrong. But we’re together all the time and the sight of her is really getting to me. And from what I hear going on in her room when she touches herself, it’s very clear you’re getting to her.“

All I wanted to do right then was flee. “Karen, I…”

She stopped me with a hand on my arm. “Kim, this is important. I need you to help me before I do something foolish.”

“ I… I don’t know what I can do to help you with any of this.”

“Then I’ll just come out and say it. I need you to make love to my daughter.”

“What?” My voice was loud enough that other parents turned to look at us. With a helpless shrug, I mouthed “Sorry!” to the mothers and fathers of the other girls before turning back to our conversation. “For God’s sake, Karen, I can’t do that!” I whispered as the onlookers refocused on the game.

“I wouldn’t have thought so, either, if I hadn’t learned about your relationship with Rachel. Look, Chelsea is becoming… sexual. I’m not sure if that’s the right way to say that, but I see the changes in my daughter. I hear her in there, behind that door – three times a day, at least. Chelsea can get pretty loud when she comes. And afterwards, her room always smells like sex. God, the scent of her! It makes my head spin.

“That’s hard enough for me to take, but it gets worse. Lately, she wants to cuddle all the time, and even asked me to take a nap with her last weekend. That surprised me so much that I spilled water down my front when she asked. I went to change my shirt, and I was so turned on I stood in my closet, pinching my nipples while I thought about spooning with her.

“I’ll tell you something else… I don’t think the way Chelsea bent over in front of me yesterday was an innocent mistake. I think it was intentional, that she’s starting to flirt with me. If this keeps up, I’m going to end up making a move on her… and I’m afraid that she’ll let me, and we’ll end up in bed together.  Or, even worse, she decides to explore other avenues for sex. I’m not even sure how she’d go about it, but I know it wouldn’t be good.”

“Karen, this is crazy. We can’t talk about this. We can’t even think about it. Someone will find out. I’d lose my job!”

“Listen to me, Kim. No one will find out. The only people who will know are you, me and Chelsea. And Chelsea won’t tell anyone. That girl is like a vault when it comes to secrets.”

“But… I mean, how exactly are we supposed to do something like this?” I realized, hearing my own words, that I wasn’t just entertaining the idea of sex with Chelsea, but already working out how to make it happen.

Everything Karen said about Chelsea rang true for me. I had seen her around the school and in my classroom often enough to know exactly what her body looked like. The sight of her in gym shorts and a tank top as she jogged around the track with the other girls made me weak inside.

What Karen didn’t suspect was that I also knew firsthand that Chelsea was masturbating with me as her muse. Every Tuesday after school, a group of students meets with a dance instructor for lessons in the school gym. I regularly find my way there to watch the girls dance. Sometimes, I even join them. Last week, Chelsea excused herself to go to the toilet. Once she left, I followed her into the bathroom without giving my presence away. The school was empty save for the dance class, a few teachers and the janitor, so we were alone in the bathroom.

When I entered, Chelsea was already in the furthest stall from the door, where I could hear her relieving herself. I was just about to sneak back out when I heard the unmistakable sound of fingers on a very wet pussy and a little moan. Then I heard the sound of my own name. “Oh… oh, Ms. Johnson!” Chelsea whispered as she came.

As she flushed the toilet, I made a hasty exit from the bathroom. That night, I laid in bed and played that moment over and over in my mind while I fingered myself into a stupor.

Karen pulled me out of my thoughts with her answer. “I’ve got it all figured out. Thanksgiving is just a few weeks off, and Jim and I want to get away for a quiet weekend, just the two of us. We’re planning on leaving early Friday morning and returning late Sunday night. If we can’t find somewhere for Chelsea to go, somewhere where she doesn’t feel like she’s being dumped for the weekend, we’ll have to take her with us. What do you think about having a long weekend with Chelsea at a very nice hotel, my treat? I know she’d jump at the chance of spending time alone with you. I’ll tell Jim that she’s staying with a friend. He won’t ask any questions. What do you think?”

“Karen, I… I just don’t know. There’s too much to think about. I’m not saying no, but I need time to process this.”

“How about we do this, then. Jim and Chelsea are going out this afternoon at four. Jim thinks that taking Chelsea out for dinner and a movie a couple of times a month will make up for all the time he’s off at work. What the hell, Chelsea looks forward to it, so I can’t complain. Why don’t you pop over just after four and we’ll have a glass of wine and talk it through. They’ll be gone until nine, at the earliest. Maybe I can… convince you.”

I knew immediately what convincing me would entail – and after our discussion, I was feeling very much in the mood for some of Karen’s persuasion. “Okay, I’ll be there about 4:15. Let’s go watch the game, shall we?”

We walked towards the pitch just in time to hear the whistle ending the first half, the score tied 0-0. Chelsea ran off the field and directly towards us. With outstretched arms, she hugged me, talking a mile a minute.

“Ms. Johnson! Thank you for coming. I almost scored that goal for you. I had a couple of chances, but their keeper is really good and she stopped them. Are you gonna stay for the second half?”

From the look on her face, I knew that the only answer I could give was yes. “Of course I’m staying. I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”

“Chelsea,” Karen said, “Go get a snack and some water, so you don’t bonk in the second half.”

“Mom, no one uses the word, “bonk.” It was cute to see Chelsea roll her eyes at her mom, but with a cute little smile that let us know that she was teasing. Then she grabbed Karen’s hand and dragged her over to where the other mothers were hovering around their girls. Seeing the two of them together, it was plain to see that Karen and Chelsea had a very good relationship.

The second half of the game was a much different affair. Chelsea was on fire. Within five minutes she had scored a goal and five minutes later, a second. The other team scored two goals in rapid succession soon after. With time running out in the game and the score tied, Chelsea stole the ball from one of the opposing players and turned to take it down the field. We all thought she’d take it in for a third goal and her first hat trick but, at the last moment, Chelsea saw a teammate running to the goal with no one guarding her. The pass was perfect and the other girl, who we later learned had never scored before, put in the game winner just as time ran out.

Chelsea was the first one to congratulate her teammate just before all the other players mobbed her and lifted her up to carry her off the pitch. As Chelsea walked off the field, I saw a look of satisfaction on her face, a look that made me realize what made her so very special.

The game over, everyone started drifting toward the exit. I said hello to some of my other kids, then walked to the parking lot with Karen and her daughter. Chelsea thanked me over and over for coming to the game, and I thanked her for scoring that goal for me. She gave me a funny look when I said that and replied, “But Ms. Johnson, both my goals were for you.”

With tears welling in my eyes, I did the only thing I was capable of at that moment and hugged her. Chelsea wrapped both arms around me to return the hug, her cheek resting against my breast. And for the first time, as we stood there caught up in a warm embrace, I began to seriously consider the possibility of taking this precious little girl as my lover.

When I looked up, Karen gave me a smile, one that told me she was well aware of just how deep down the rabbit hole I had gone.

Onward to Chapter Two!

Author’s Note: This is my first attempt at writing… anything. I hope/pray it is up to the standard of the many fine writers here. I would like to thank Jetboy for his help editing my work. He accepted my story, warts and all, and cleaned it up, improving it in the process. Thank you, my friend.

by Pretty Pink Taco

***

Isabel

After that night, it was hard to think about anything else. Adriana, my sixteen-year-old sister, was my obsession. A few nights went by and she had hardly spoken to me. She did bring me home some chocolate bars I like once.

When Mami was around Adriana didn’t leave her room. One day Adriana came home with a woman, a grown-up lady with short hair, like a boy. She had on a big flannel shirt and blue jeans.

“Hello,” the woman said to me. I smiled politely.

“Come,” Adriana said to her as they went into her room and shut the door. I hurried over to listen in.

“Your sister is really cute, too,” the woman said.

“Do you want to go on the bed?” my sister asked her.

“I’ll give you $100 if you get your sister in here, too,” she said.

“No way,” Adriana replied, shocked.

“$200. Monica told me she likes ladies, too.”

“She’s only ten!”

“I know, I like them real young.”

I could hear my sister walk toward the door and I bolted toward the couch. When she came out, I saw she was topless.

“Hey Isa,” she said to me, “Do you want to hang out in my room?” I nodded rapidly. “Okay, but you have to do what we tell you to.”

“Okay,” I said, getting myself excited.

“Oh my god, she’s perfect,” the woman said when I walked through the door. “What’s your name, sweetie?”

“Isabel,” I told her.

She sat on my sister’s bed. “Help little Isabel out of her clothes,” she said to my sister. My sister walked over to me and lifted my shirt over my head roughly. “Hey! Be gentle. There is a plastic bag in my backpack there, put those clothes on her.”

My sister undressed me completely and the woman’s eyes were glued on me the whole time.

“Put the collar on Isabel,” she said. My sister stood in front of me, her nipples in my face as she fastened a black leather collar around my neck. It had a long leather leash attached to it. I thought it was the strangest thing. “Wait,” she said before my sister did anything else. “Tie her hands up. Put the rope over the door and close it so she can’t move. There is some black rope in my bag.”

“You’re so weird,” my sister said to the woman as she did what she was told. She tied my arms up, avoiding eye contact with me. My hands were raised up above my head and I was completely naked. I was nervous because my sister didn’t seem to be happy but I was excited to be naked again and having someone admire me.

“Now,” the woman said, “Spread her legs open and lick her little pussy.”

Oh my god! Yes! Yes! Thank you, weird lady! I officially loved her. My sister was going to lick MY pussy. I began to get very turned on.

“Spread your legs,” my sister said to me and I did.

“Good girl,” the woman said. Her jeans were off, her blouse unbuttoned and she was rubbing between her legs like a maniac. “Look at each other while you do it.”

My sister got on all fours in front of me and looked up at me. She leaned forward and took one small lick. My body shivered. I looked down at her as I was told. Our eyes were locked. She licked me over and over again, just on the outside of my lips over the slit. I loved being watched and tied up. I loved everything about it. Each lick would send jolts throughout my body, making my toes curl.

“Okay, my turn,” the woman said, getting up off the bed toward me.

“Look, she’s just a little kid,” my sister told her.

“I know,” the woman grinned, licking her lips and getting on her knees.

My sister got up quickly and grabbed her phone and took a few pictures. “Get away from her you fucking dyke bitch,” she yelled.

The woman’s face became enraged. I had no idea what was going on. “What’d you say?”

“I’m taking these pictures to the cops if you don’t get the fuck out and leave us alone!”

“Then give me my money back, you little bitch!” The woman got up and began to button up her shirt.

“Fuck you! Get the fuck out! I’m calling the cops right now!” Adriana screamed.

“Fucking little bitch,” the woman muttered. I genuinely felt bad for the woman, she was a little weird-looking but she seemed nice. Adriana held her phone and was shaking.

The woman put her clothes on and packed her things. She then opened the door, loosening the rope that held me up and left the room. Soon we heard the front door slam.

“Oh, Isa, I’m so sorry!” my sister cried. I had no idea why she was crying. Did she see something I didn’t? She undid the collar from my neck and gave me a tight hug. I loved feeling her boobs on my chest. “I’m so, so sorry!”

“It’s okay,” I consoled her, rubbing her back.

“I should be protecting you, you’re all I have,” she told me pulling back, eyes full of tears.

“I like playing these games with you,” I admitted.

She laughed. “You’re so cute, I know you do. I like them, too.”

I loved my sister so much.

“Let’s take a shower,” she said, “I feel so gross. I’m going to wash my sheets too. She smelled dirty.”

***

Nothing happened in the shower, although I wish something had. She slapped my butt a few times and sometimes I’d touch hers. She did wash me though and I washed her.

She let me use her pink bathrobe and wrapped my hair in a towel like a teenage girl. I felt grown up because it was too big on me.

“Ready for your mani/pedi, madam?” she joked.

“Can you give me one, really?”

“Sure, go pick a color from my room,” she said as she toweled off her long hair.

I raced to her room and grabbed 4 or 5 different colors off her shelf.

“Tonight?” I overheard my sister talking on the phone. My heart sank, she was going to leave me again. “No, sorry. I’m hanging with my sister tonight…”

I smiled to myself.

 ***

Adriana

“Who is home after school?”

“My mom.”

“You told me your mom works nights last week.”

“She got a new shift,” I lied. The guidance counselor at school wouldn’t lay off.

“Fine. I really want you to focus on the SATs this fall. You have a strong chance to make it into a top school.”

“Yeah, right. I don’t have the grades. And none of my friends are taking it this early.”

“If you ace them, you’ll have a good shot. Did you put together the list of schools you’d like to apply to with their respective programs?”

“No.”

“Adriana,” she nagged me, “Should I have a word with your mother?”

“Listen, my mom doesn’t give a shit about any of this. She’s busy.”

“Hey! Language!” she said sternly.

“Look, Ms. Price, I really appreciate your help and all that. I just don’t really know anyone who went to college,” I told her, crossing my arms.

“You know me,” she smiled. Our eyes locked for a second.

Ms. Price was young and a bit plain. She had just graduated a few years ago — I forget from where. She wore cardigans and pearls, real preppy-looking. She was thin and not at all curvy, but her clothes really flattered her body. She dressed like the white people in the J. Crew catalogs. Her eyes were brown and her hair was always dark, neat and shoulder length.

It was hard for me to picture her naked because her clothes were never tight, but she did have an amazing, long neck and nice jawline when she’d turn her head.

“If you ever want to study or need extra help outside of school, tell me. We can meet at a coffee shop or something,” she offered.

“Ha, coffee shop? I’ve seen those in movies.”

“What?” she laughed, “You’ve never been to a coffee shop? Starbucks or anything?” she asked, puzzled. I shook my head. “Okay, then my treat! I’m serious.”

“Do you extend this help to all of your other charity cases, or am I just special?” I smirked, leaning closer to her desk.

“Do you like being special, then?” she asked, leaning in as well.

Fuck, I suddenly wanted her. Was she flirting with me?

“If it’s with someone like you,” I responded.

“Then, let’s say that you are,” she winked at me. “What’s going on with your boyfriend?”

“We broke up.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. How do you feel about that?”

“Pretty great. He’s an asshole,” I blurted. She glared at me. “Sorry.”

“Well, how soon do you want to start with the study sessions?”

“Uhm, give me your number.”

“I’m not usually allowed to, but here you are,” she wrote it down on a post-it note. “Do NOT give this out, Adriana, I’m serious.”

“Don’t worry, it’s cool.”

“I’m putting a lot of trust in you. Do you trust me?”

“Trust is earned,” I laughed and she pursed her lips into a grin. “I’ll text you right now so you know it’s me.”

I suddenly felt devilish. This is what I sent her:

To MP: Sometimes when you wear skirts, I can see your panties.

She looked down at her phone on her desk and opened it. She then crossed her legs, knees together, under the desk.

To MP: Although it gets me wet thinking about what color they’ll be, I’d rather you wear none at all.

“How’s today?” I asked her, as if I didn’t just send her two dirty texts.

“Today works,” she said, her voice cracking a bit.

Her phone lit up with one more text. I really wanted to test the limits.

To MP: Spread your legs open, let me have a good look.

She swallowed hard. Her breathing sped up and she rested her chin in her palm with her elbow on the desk as she fidgeted with her hair. I stared at her, waiting for her to obey me. She looked over at the closed door and then down at her desk as she uncrossed her ankles and slowly spread her knees apart.

I spread my legs as well and rubbed the outside of my jeans between my legs slowly.

“You need to cut that out,” she said halfheartedly.

“Do you really want me to stop?”

“No,” she said quietly, her cheeks turning red.

“Well, we have 20 more minutes. Want to show me that list of colleges you pulled for me last time?”

She knew what I wanted, an excuse to move my chair by hers and to have our knees touch, like they had a few times before. As she clicked through her computer, I put my hand over her hand on the mouse.

Her breathing became heavy and controlled. I was nervous my own damn self, cause she was a teacher. I could get in so much trouble.

“Do you like being touched?” I whispered. She nodded. I stroked her middle finger with mine.

“Do you like me?” I whispered again. She nodded.

“I want you, do you want me?” I said more closely to her ear. She nodded again and turned her head to face me, our lips were inches apart.

I didn’t realize so many women were this submissive. I thought my sister was because I’m older, but Ms. Price was much older than me.

“Go unlock your car. I’ll be waiting there for you after school. You have that gray Mercedes, tinted windows, right?” I asked. She nodded again and grabbed her car keys off the desk. I picked up my backpack and left her office.

***

“Where were you?” my little sister Isabel asked as soon as I came through the door. It was 8:30 pm and she was sitting next to a bowl of popcorn on the couch.

“None of your business,” I told her, putting my bag down near the door. I rushed to the couch and plopped down beside her.

“No popcorn for you!” she shouted jokingly and grabbed the bowl, hugging it close to her chest.

I stuck my entire face in the bowl and scooped a few pieces into my mouth with my tongue, making her shriek and giggle with excitement.

“No! My popcorn!” she pretended to cry.

“Hey,” I said to her more seriously and she looked at me with her big, brown eyes. She was so much more beautiful than I’ll ever be. I was always proud to tell people she was my sister — everyone would comment on how gorgeous she was or was going to be. “Can I get a kiss?”

She leaned forward and eagerly pressed her lips on mine.

“Mmm, again,” I said and she kissed me again, her lips falling in between mine. “Mmmm, again, but a real kiss this time.”

Our tongues found each other quickly, gently at first and then deeper and deeper. She kissed with so much longing and desire. I felt as if she wanted my entire soul to jump into her mouth.

I felt a little bad knowing Ms. Price’s pussy juices had been all over my lips just twenty minutes ago. We never made it to the coffee shop.

“I have something to show you later,” I tell her.

“Really? Show me now.”

“Are you deaf? Later, I said,” I told her firmly and half-jokingly. I went over to the kitchen to make us something to eat for dinner.

It was really hard for me to stop touching my sister. I was alright most nights, but then I would get horny beyond control. I tried to stop looking at her because the more I did, the more I wanted her. I didn’t consider myself a lesbian, I guess. It’s just that sometimes I want girls, too. There was nothing specific to little girls that I liked in particular, just my sister.

After that incident with the lesbian from the gas station, our entire relationship had changed. I loved her and I wanted her to know that. But it was hard for me to say the words to her. For a long time, I thought that Mami had given her everything and I had gotten nothing. But, lately, I’ve realized she doesn’t have Mami around often enough, and since Papi was deported, we mostly just had each other.

After heating up some leftovers again, I got us some blankets to watch television.

“No cartoons, no kiddie shit,” I told her.

I took the remote and put on a reality dating TV show. Isabel kept calling out women who were pretty or who had “big boobs”.

“Adri, can I lay on you?” she asked innocently.

Damn, she was going to kill me. It took everything in me to not suck on her little clit or drag my pussy across her face. I started getting wet right away.

“No, stay on your side.”

“Come on, please,” she begged, “I can take my shirt off if you want.” I didn’t respond. She sighed, “Do you want me to take my shirt off?” I was ignoring her at this point. “Okay,” she said and lifted her shirt over her head. I didn’t want to look her way and pretended to watch TV.

Isabel crawled over to my end of the couch; my feet were up.

She slipped underneath the blanket and popped her head out of the other side, just above my chest. I fought back a smile.

“Do you want me to lift your shirt up?” she asked. I kept ignoring her, secretly liking this little game she was playing.

“Okay, I’m gonna do it.” She pulled my shirt up and I adjusted a bit, allowing her to do it more easily. “There we are,” she said, as if my boobs were two pairs of lost socks she had just found under the bed.

“Are you hot under there?” she said to my breasts, cradled in my bra.

I burst into laughter. “What are you doing, you little psycho?” I teased her.

She laughed and laid her head on my chest. I covered our bodies with the blanket while she rested on me and I caressed her hair.

“Adriana?” she said a few minutes later.

“What now?” I sounded annoyed, but I really wasn’t.

“I like it when you’re sexy-angry.”

Sexy-angry? What the hell did that mean? Well, I knew what it meant. I wondered if she would have been into fooling around with me if I hadn’t treated her so roughly.

“Well, get the fuck off me then,” I told her. She hesitated a moment and got off the couch. “Stand there and look at me.”

She was topless and beautiful. Her leggings marked the outline of her little pussy. I wanted to lick her there so badly.

“Take your pants and panties off,” I commanded, “Now!” I almost saw her giggle, that silly girl. “Mmm, yes,” I purred at the appearance of her little-girl slit.

“Come, sit on my face,” I told her, moving down on the couch so that I was completely flat. She rushed over and put her butt near my head on the couch. “No, stand over my head,” I told her. “If you step on my head I will kill you, Isa, not kidding.”

She laughed as she did as she was told. Her pussy seemed far away, yet also close as it hovered just above my face. Her legs, her ass, her slit. Oh my god, was I ready?

“Now, sit your pussy down on my mouth,” I instructed her. She kneeled down and scooted herself back to line herself up with my mouth. Her butt grazed my nose on the way.

“Ahh,” she squealed, feeling my tongue slip right between her lips almost immediately. I smacked her ass with my hand, and then pushed her hips down onto me more forcefully.

It was the best experience of my life. Tasting my sister’s sweet, gooey pussy, running my tongue from her clit to her entrance and back again. Sucking on her clit like a little raisin was my favorite part and hers.

“Oh, oh!” she moaned in a high-pitched noise. “Adri, oh my g–”

I went from long hard sucks to long wide licks, then just soft methodical sucking on her underdeveloped clit.

She began to rock against my face, humping herself on my mouth while she grabbed the arm of the couch. I spanked her little ass again and then brought my fingers up to pinch her nipples.

“Oww! Yes!” she moaned, “Yes!” I squeezed her thighs hard, burying my nails into her. “Adri, it’s going to happen!” she screamed, “Uhhhh!!”

She finally collapsed forward, pussy still on my mouth. I switched from her clit to her hole, lapping up as much of the sticky goodness as I could until my mouth ached.

“Get off me,” I mumbled from between her lips.

She climbed off my face, still catching her breath. A beautiful sight of a little girl satisfied. “You happy now?” I teased.

“Uh-huh.”

“Now, get over here and lick this mess off my face. You’re so sloppy when you’re horny. Look at this, it’s all over my chin. Cochina.”

“Hey, I’m not a pig!” Isa protested, but she did clean off my face with her little tongue.

Before going to bed that night, I had received a text from Ms. Price.

MP: Coffee this Friday?

Destined to appear here at some point in time: Chapter Three!

by Pretty Pink Taco

Note from JetBoy: Pretty Pink Taco is an author that I hold in very high esteem, having nicked every one of her Leslita stories for inclusion in our Juicy Secrets archive. Now she’s back with a brand new story, and this time WE get first dibs on it. Truly, the fates have smiled upon us. Do enjoy.

***

“Did you do your homework?”

“Yeah,” I answered.

“I’m serious, stupid. I’m not gonna get in trouble again because you lied to Mami last time.”

“I did it! God!”

“Then go brush your teeth and go to bed.”

“It’s only 9:30. Are you going out?” I asked from the couch.

“Yeah, and you better not fucking say shit to Mami about it. So sick of dealing with your dumb ass.”

“Your boyfriend is ugly!”

“Bye, bitch. Hope El Cucuy doesn’t get you.”

I’m Isabel and I’m ten years old. My sister, Adriana, is sixteen and she hates me. My mom, Gloria, works three jobs and my dad left us five years ago. I heard he’s back in Mexico. I’ve never been to Mexico, I grew up here in Arizona.

My mom works as a housekeeper at a nearby resort Monday through Thursdays, and cleans offices overnight Tuesday through Saturday. Sometimes when she covers for people on weekends, me and Adriana get to go to the resort and use the pool. Sometimes the workers who know my mom bring us fancy drinks and snacks, too.

Adriana used to play with me a lot back when I was in second grade, but she doesn’t anymore. Now, I’m in fifth grade and she’s in her room a lot — or out with her friends. Mami doesn’t know how much she goes out. They fight a lot when Mami is home. It’s quieter when I’m home alone. I used to be scared of El Cucuy when I was in fourth grade, but I’m not anymore.

On Sundays, we all go to church, but Adriana hasn’t been to church with us in a few months.  She and Mami fight about that, too.

I felt so sleepy that night as I watched TV. The room was completely dark except for the light of the television. My room was only down the hall. We lived in a small three bedroom ranch house. We didn’t even have a garage.

I woke up to a hard slap on my ear, so hard my ears were ringing.

“I told you to get to bed, it’s one in the morning! Go!” Adriana yelled, walking toward the kitchen and turning on the lights. She opened the door to the fridge. I must’ve fallen asleep.

“Ow! I really hate you!” I screamed at her, clutching the side of my face.

I stomped off to my room and slammed the door. How could she be so mean to me? I had no one else when Mami wasn’t around, and when Mami is there she’s always mad, too. I curled up in bed and cried myself to sleep.

I woke up when I felt someone getting into bed with me. It was Adriana. I opened my sleepy eyes and peered at the alarm clock on the dresser, it was 2:45 AM.

Growing up, my sister and I would get into each other’s beds when we couldn’t sleep. Mostly, I’d slip into Adriana’s bed when I was afraid — but I hadn’t done that since third grade.

Too tired to protest, I scooted over and made room for her. I turned on my side and she naturally cradled my body with hers. Sometimes when we’d fight, it’d be our way of apologizing without words. I remember a few times when she would press her hips against my butt while she was dreaming, but then she’d suddenly stop. She was probably having nightmares.

This time, Adriana wore short shorts and a tank top, and she smelled like she just got out of the shower. After a few minutes of her cuddling me, I could feel her pressing against my butt again. Her breathing was heavy, too.

This time it was different– for me. My body felt strange, but nice.  I started pushing back into her, slowly at first.

I could feel myself getting a little hot down between my legs. I’d been having that feeling more and more often lately. Especially when I’d watch movies where people kissed or when I’d see girls in bikinis or showing off their legs.

Feeling me push back against her drove Adriana crazy or something, because she turned me over and got on top of me. I was wearing sweatpants and a big pink t-shirt that used to be hers.

She wedged her leg between mine and rubbed herself against my thigh with a lot of pressure. Her hip landed between my legs on my privates, and I pushed up against her too, unsure of what we were even doing.

Adriana had long thick black hair, big, dark brown eyes, and full lips. She got called pretty or beautiful everywhere she went. She was also slender with big C-cup boobs that seemed to get bigger in the last year. I saw her boobs a lot when we were growing up but hadn’t seen them in a few years. They were now a few inches from my face in a white tank top as she continued to grind on me.

Her eyes were closed and her hair fell forward in front of her shoulders. Was she doing this in her sleep? Adriana hadn’t said a word, she just let out soft grunts and moans. She finally looked down at me and our eyes locked. She slowly laid her chest on mine and squeezed my leg between hers.

Her lips were parted and huffing and my heart raced uncontrollably. Her face got closer to mine and she pressed the tip of her nose on my nose, her forehead to my forehead. I wanted her to kiss me, but she didn’t.

After a few more minutes she suddenly stopped.

Did I do something? Did she hear something? Was Mami here?

She quickly got off me, jumped out of my bed and left the room, slamming the door behind her.

My heart was still pounding. I was so confused. I didn’t want her to stop, I wanted her to stay with me all night and rub up against my privates till morning. I slipped my hand inside my panties and they were all wet and sticky from something coming out of me. It felt kinda nice and slippery. I was too tired to think about it, so I just fell asleep.

***

The next morning I woke up to the smell of my mom’s eggs and chorizo.

“Hola, Mami,” I told her sleepily in the kitchen and clung to her side.

“Hola, mi amor. How did you sleep?”

“Okay.”

“Did you do your homework?”

“Yes.”

“Who washed the dishes last night?”

“Me.”

“What did your sister do?” she asked, placing a plate of eggs on the table in front of me. I shrugged.

Adriana’s door swung open, she rushed into the kitchen and grabbed a glass from the cupboard. She was all dressed and ready for school. She usually got a ride in the mornings from her boyfriend or one of her friends.

Mami started right in on her. “Adriana! Why are the clothes still stuffed in the dryer? Huh?! I’m supposed to go to work, pay all the bills and come back and do all the chores like I’m the maid?!”

“Alright, ma, I’ll do it later!” Adriana yelled back as she poured herself juice by the fridge.

“You think I want to come home and do this?!”

“Then don’t! Why is it always me? Isabel doesn’t do shit!”

“I washed the dishes last night,” I told her boldly.

Adriana finished her orange juice and set the glass into the sink with a loud thunk.

“I bet you want a fucking medal for that, too,” she jeered as she walked away and toward the door. She always mocked me ever since I won a medal last year for coming 2nd in the school  spelling bee.

“Vete ya, get out!” my mom shouted at her before the door slammed.

My mom sat beside me at the table with her plate of eggs, she looked as if she was about to cry. My sister’s plate was sitting on the counter.

“Mami, we’re having a book fair today,” I informed her, trying to cut the tension.

“Oh, yeah? Do you need money?” She got up immediately and went to her purse.

“No, it’s okay. I have money from my birthday still.”

“Really? How? Your birthday was 4 months ago.”

“I saved it.”

“You’re a sweet girl, Mija,” she said and placed a $20 bill on the table. “I’m going to shower and go to sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Then she left the room. I saw that Mami hadn’t touched her breakfast either.

***

When I got home after school no one was home, as usual.

I did my homework and later the dishes. After my favorite show ended on TV, I went into my sister’s room. It was really messy and the bed was undone. It smelled like nail polish and hair spray. I liked it. One corner of the wall had butterfly stickers we had both put up when I was 5.

I sat down at her white metal vanity and looked in the mirror. I wish I had a teenage room like hers, with a vanity. I took one of her lipsticks and put it on, pursing my lips like she would.

“Isabel!” It was my sister standing in the doorway. I quickly got up and stared at her, terrified. “What the fuck are you doing in my room?!”

“Nothing!”

“Get out! And quit touching my shit!”

I bolted toward the door and she shoved me as I passed her.

After being in my room for a good hour listening to music and dancing in front of the mirror, putting on a concert for my stuffed animals, I walked out and noticed my sister was still home. She was usually out by now.

I knocked on the door.

“What, Isa?!” she shouted from inside.

I opened the door slowly. She was folding the clothes from the dryer and the radio was on. She had on tiny yoga shorts and a tank top. I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra because her boobs bounced around freely. I didn’t realize I was staring.

“What?” she asked again.

“It’s Friday.”

“So?”

“Movie night.”

“Movie night? Are you serious? We haven’t done that in forever.”

“Are you going out or something?”

“No,” she responded. She had her long hair tied up in a high bun the way my mami did her own hair when she’d clean. She walked over to her bed, grabbed a pile of folded clothes and shoved it at my chest.

“You don’t want these anymore?”

“Nah, they don’t fit.”

“Thanks!” I smiled, looking down at the pile, eager to try everything on.

I rushed back to my room next door and went through the clothes. There were some tops, two pairs of shorts, a few sweaters, her old bikini, and a thong. I wondered if she meant for that to be in there.

The shorts were a bit too big but almost fit. Everything else was a little loose. I put on the bikini bottoms and they were a perfect fit. My little boobs barely fit the top, it just sat on my chest loosely.

I put the clothes that didn’t fit in a flat bin underneath my bed, still wearing the bikini.

“Nice butt,” my sister said from behind me as I was bent over. I quickly rose. “Oh my god, look at your little body in that!”

“Shut up,” I told her, knowing she was mocking me.

“Listen, we can watch a movie but then I gotta go.”

“Really?!” I ran up and wrapped my arms around her, my head rested on her chest. She put a hand on my head and stroked my hair.

We sat on opposite ends of the couch for the movie after she heated up some dinner Mami left us. I kept thinking about the previous night, wondering if she had thought about it at all.

After about 30 minutes, the doorbell rang.

“Who is that?” I asked, a little afraid.

“How should I know?” She got up from the couch and walked over to the door. I stared at the crease of her butt cheeks as she walked by in her shorts. I never used to before but I caught myself looking at Adriana that way a lot now.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, I couldn’t see who she was talking to.

“I wanted to see you,” it was her boyfriend, Javier, “What are you doing?” He was 19 or 20 or something. I just knew that he was older than her and out of high school for several years.

“Nothing, I’m with my sister,” she told him. Javier barged through the door past  her, almost as if to catch her lying.

“Oh, hey Isa,” he said to me.

“What are you doing? You can’t be in here,” she told him.

“Are you still mad at me?” he grabbed her arm and pulled her closer to him. My sister looked over at me and then at him.

“Stop,” she pushed him away.

“Adriana, come on, let’s go talk in my car,” he insisted. She looked at him and pursed her lips.

My sister went into her room and he followed her in there and shut the door. I hated him so much.

I ran up to the door and pressed my ear against it to listen.

“I just don’t want to,” she told him.

“But why not? Why are you such a fucking prude? I heard you let Victor hit it last year. Come on, you’re so beautiful, Adri,” he slithered. Low kissing sounds sprinkled throughout his words.

“Stop it, Javi. Get off me!” she shouted.

I immediately burst through the door to find him on top of her — their clothes were still on.

“What are you doing here?” Javi asked me.

“Isa, what is it? Get out!” she yelled at me.

“Mami called. She’s coming. She’s 5 minutes away,” I lied, panicked.

“Oh, shit!” Javi got off her and began to scramble to get his shoes on.

“Isa, get the fuck out!” Adriana yelled at me.

I walked out and slammed her bedroom door. I marched over to my room and slammed that door, too.

I could hear the front door open, close and the sound of Javier’s car driving away.

***

“Isa,” Adriana’s voice was in my ear a few hours later, waking me. I tried hard not to open my eyes.

I felt the chill of the covers taken off my body and then the warmth of her body climbing on top of mine. I was so excited for her to be back in my bed.

“Mmmm” She moved her body over mine in small waves with her hips. I could feel her breath on my cheek. She kissed me. She kissed me again. She turned my head by my chin and licked both of my lips.

The wetness between my legs began to form. I wanted her to kiss me, to feel her tongue on my tongue.

I stuck my tongue out a bit, touching her tongue as she licked. She stopped for a second and I opened my eyes. She lowered her face and plunged her tongue into my mouth.

I felt as if I’d pass out. I wanted more. I tongued her back, licking, sucking, prodding, kissing. She ground on me so hard it hurt, but I liked it. She ran her fingers over my shirt and stuck her hand under it, finding my little nipple. She twisted it roughly.

“Ow!” I flinched.

“Take your shirt off,” she said hurriedly. Without hesitation I began pulling my shirt up above my head, my sister helped remove it and kissed me as soon as I did. She pushed me back down and ran her hands over the small mounds of my breasts.

“Mmmm, when did you get these cute little titties?” she huffed before licking my nipples sloppily. Her tongue felt amazing, my privates tingled. I felt high, frozen, excited all at once. “You’re such a little slut, teasing me in that bikini.”

“I — I wasn’t,” I told her.

“Yeah, you were,” she whispered and kissed my lips again.

Were we having sex? Is this what sex was? This is what they show in the movies. She kissed my boobies again, squeezing and sucking on them really hard.

She sat up and pulled her shorts down her thighs to her knees.

“Here,” she said and grabbed my arm. She took my hand and stuffed it down her panties. Her privates felt warm and prickly like she had shaven recently. My fingers were limp, letting her do whatever she wanted with me. She guided my fingers along with hers into her slit. It was sticky and wet like mine.

“Oh my god!” she slid my fingers up and down herself. Her eyes rolled behind her head and she was breathing so hard over me a bit of drool came down her chin.

She finally collapsed on top of me– her head against my chest. She put her hand down my pants, over my panties and grabbed between my legs.

“You’re soaking wet,” she laughed. I was silent, unsure of what any of it meant.

She started to get out of my bed and back to her feet. “You’re such a little lesbo,” she said before leaving the room.

***

The following week, I felt like I was going crazy. I was obsessed with girl’s bodies, women’s bodies. I didn’t care for the girls my own age, some were pretty but teenage and women’s bodies were sexy. I looked at my mother differently, too. When she’d hug me it would turn hot and wet to feel my face pressed against her large breasts. I didn’t want her though, she was my mother — that was just too weird. But some of the ladies at church or teachers at school, I looked at them in a way I never had before.

Adriana hadn’t looked me in the eyes since that night. Mami was home that weekend and we spent most of the time cleaning and preparing meals for the week. We didn’t have much money so making big batches was cheaper, Mami said. I still had the $20 she had given me for the bookfair. I felt too bad to spend it, in case she needed it.

It was nearly 6 pm on a Tuesday when Adriana came home with her friend, Monica.

“Hi,” I said warmly from the couch, glad I wasn’t alone anymore.

Adriana looked in my direction but then completely ignored me as they went into her room and closed the door. When you walked into my house you were already in the living room. The bedrooms were to the right and the kitchen was attached to the living room but separated by a half-wall.

I felt a lump in my throat as I began to wonder why she hated me so much. I thought about that night at least 100 times. I thought about all of the things I’d do to her if she’d let me. I wondered what she looked like naked and how sucking on her boobies would feel like.

For the next few hours, all I heard was music and laughter coming from Adriana’s room.

The doorbell rang and Monica walked out of my sister’s room with sweats and a baggy t-shirt on to open the door. It was a delivery pizza.

“Yeah, thanks, man,” she said to the driver after handing him some cash. “You out here by yourself?” she asked me. I shrugged. “Do you like pepperoni?” she asked me and I nodded. “Then come on, a comer.”

I jumped up to my feet, thrilled to receive an invitation to eat pizza in my sister’s room.

“Get the fuck out!” my sister yelled as soon as I walked through the door.

“Hey! Be nice to your sister, fool,” Monica yelled at her.

I suddenly liked Monica. She didn’t seem like the brightest person. She was a year or two older than my sister. She had medium-length curly hair that was over-processed and died box-blonde with 2-inch black roots. She also wore a lot of makeup around her eyes and dark purplish-brown lipstick. She had big gold hoop earrings, real Chola style.

My sister was on the bed going through a magazine while Monica and I both sat on the floor. I watched as she opened the box with wide eyes. I was so hungry.

“Hey, give me a slice,” Adriana said, hovering over the bed.

“Fuck no, it’s just for me and Isabel,” she joked. I reached over and handed Adriana a slice. “Aww, look at her. She’s so sweet!”

“Thanks,” my sister said without looking at me.

It was fun being there; just observing, listening to them talk about boys and other people from school. The more I watched Monica, the more I noticed she behaved more like a guy than a girl. She talked like a guy and had confidence I had seen only in guys, but stronger.

She would check out my sister’s butt and boobies the same way I would. Monica and Adriana would argue a lot and call each other names. They also seemed to touch each other a lot: grab each other’s butts, slap on the leg, or touch each other’s hair. Sometimes they’d dance together in a sexy way, too.

“What about you, Isa?” Monica asked me.

I had no clue what they were talking about, I wasn’t paying attention.

“Huh?”

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Uh uh,” I shook my head.

“Isabel doesn’t like boys,” my sister said, applying lipstick at her vanity.

“Do you like girls like your sister?” Monica asked me. Girls like my sister did, or girls like my sister? Either way, the answer was yes.

“Hey! I like guys, too!” my sister interjected. I shrugged my shoulders.

“You’re real pretty, should have no issues getting all the girls you want,” Monica said to me, “You look just like my girl.”

“Who is your girl?” my sister asked her.

“You are my girl, fool,” Monica laughed and walked over to my sister.

“No, I’m not,” my sister responded with a coy smile. Monica leaned forward and planted a deep, long kiss on my sister’s lips. She put her hand between Adriana’s legs and rubbed very roughly. It was weird to see my sister dominated by someone else — she was the most dominant person in our house.

“You’re already wet. Look at you,” Monica teased her. “Isa, you want to see me eat your sister’s pussy?”

Oh my god, my heart was racing. Yes! Yes, I did!

“Oh my god!” my sister squealed in a fit of laughter, playfully pushing Monica away from her. “Isabel, go brush your teeth and go to bed.”

My heart sank. I got up slowly and left her room. I could hear the sounds of kissing, giggles, and moans for the next few hours before I went to sleep in my room, right next to hers.

***

I must’ve been really tired because when I opened my eyes, my sister was already licking my nipples. I loved her so much, I loved being this special to her. I loved that she was attracted to me enough to kiss and touch me. I loved that there was only us.

I stroked her hair gently as she did, her leg grinding into me. She sat up and took her shirt off, she had no bra underneath. I stared at her perfectly round boobies, they looked like two large grapefruits about to burst and her nipples were small, brown and hard. I reached up and touched her nipple with my finger. She grabbed my arm and pulled it toward her, making me grab her entire breast.

“Yeah, touch them,” she whispered. I sat up and cupped one in each hand, feeling her nipples and pushing down on them like small buttons. I felt as if I were in a dream. I had wanted this all week.

“Chupa,” she said. Chupa meant to suck, in Spanish. She leaned forward and shoved one of her titties in my mouth. My privates were tingling so much– I had to be wet. I sucked on them gently, running circles around her nipple. While I did, she took my hand and brought it inside her shorts and quickly guided my little finger between her slit. “Ooooh,” she moaned.

“I need more,” she groaned. She snapped my arm out impatiently and got off the bed. She slid her shorts off and walked over to my dresser. “This will be good,” she said. I wasn’t sure what she was talking about but on her way back she had a hairbrush in her hand.

She laid on her back and spread her legs wide open to show me her lacy, beige thong. She moved the fabric aside and revealed two plump lips with something poking out of her slit. She was making hard eye contact with me and it made me feel a little uneasy.

“Is Monica still here?” I asked her. She shook her head. “She had to go home?”

“Yeah,” she said as she began to rub herself with the hairbrush. My mouth dropped open, breathing through my nose couldn’t keep up with my heartbeat.

“Is she coming back tomorrow?”

“Fuck, Isa, I don’t know. Why are you asking so many fucking questions?!”

“Sorry,” I said shyly. I had never been more nervous in my life.

“Do you like it?” she asked me. I nodded. “I know you do, you little lesbo.” She took the brush and pressed it against her slit. I watched in amazement as it disappeared inside of her.

“That doesn’t hurt?” I asked, worried about her.

She laughed. “Here, you do it. Move it in and out of me like this,” she demonstrated. I leaned forward and sat up on my elbows, still in my sleep clothes. I was scared to hurt her. I grabbed the brush and moved it slowly.

“Faster,” she huffed and I tried to pick up the pace. My sister’s slit was moist and glistening, I could hear the brush squishing around. Her whole body was more perfect than I had imagined. “You’re so fucking cute.”

“No,” I said bashfully and she guided my hand to go even faster.

“Yeah, like that. Fuck my pussy,” she growled. Pussy? I had heard that word used all the time but not for privates. “God, you’re so cute. Take your top off, let me see your little titties.” I sat up and took my top off and held it near, a bit cold and embarrassed.

“Show me your ass now,” she said, pumping herself more violently. I stood up on the bed and pulled my pants down, my panties had ice cream cones on them. “Take those off, hurry up.”

I pulled down my panties, too — they were wet beyond belief. I turned around so that she could see my butt.

“Oh, fuck yes. Look at that big ass. Monica is obsessed with your ass.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, she’s always talking about it.”

I felt so proud. I imagined when Monica would have even seen me from behind, and whether it was just today or if she had been looking at my butt for a while now.

“Thank you,” I said, unsure of what else to say.

“Isa, come here,” she huffed, pumping her pussy harder and harder. “Sit on my lap.”

A smile escaped my face. I eased myself down onto her lap, facing her, as she sat up and my legs wrapped around her body. My wetness was pressed below her belly button and my butt sat on the prickly hairs of her pussy.

She trailed one hand down my chest and to my butt while the other moved the hairbrush in and out of her.

“You’re so pretty, Isa,” she told me and kissed my lips. I pressed my chest to her and wrapped my arms around her neck as she kissed me — deep wet kisses. “Touch my titty,” she whispered.

I grabbed one of her nipples and played with her whole breast with one hand while still hanging onto her neck and kissing her. Naturally, I rubbed my pussy on her stomach, it felt so good to have it touching on skin.

“Mmmm, yes! Fuck!” She moved more quickly, pressing her body against mine and squeezing my buttcheeks, pushing my body onto hers. I felt the pressure building like it never had before. I felt like I wanted to pee, but I was holding it in.

“Adri, tell me something,” I barely made out.

“What?”

“Tell me what we’re doing, please,” I begged her, unsure of what I wanted.

“You’re a little lesbian and you like sucking on your sister’s titties, you nasty little ho.”

“I do,” I said, looking up at her. She kissed me again.

“I’m fucking my pussy with your glitter hairbrush, getting it nasty. You’re rubbing your nastiness all down my stomach like a little slut.”

“Oh my god, something is happening,” I moaned, feeling like my privates would explode.

“Your little ho pussy is coming already? Fuck, that’s going to make me come, too.”

I couldn’t hold it in any longer, my privates exploded all inside. I felt it everywhere in my body. I couldn’t hold onto her any longer and my body fell back and eyes rolled back in my head.

“Oh my god, look at that little pussy!” my sister shrieked as she pumped harder and then suddenly stopped. My legs were still wrapped around her. She collapsed forward onto me and laid her head on my chest.

This was the best day of my life.

“I love you,” I blurted out and immediately regretted it.

My sister started laughing, a little too much. “You’re so stupid,” she said before getting up and leaving my room.

On to Chapter Two!

By Sunnybunny

Heather rolled onto her back, her body groaning in protest until it became audible and escaped her lips in a low murmur of “Nooooo.” There was a noise. Something in the room was tapping rhythmically, growing in urgency. She raised her head and squinted through the gloom, her sleep-addled mind half expecting to see a metronome, the sort typically reserved for grand pianos and ballet classes, ticking away on the mantle. When she found no such thing, her confusion deepened. From there, things only went downhill.

In the absence of time marking instruments, Heather raised up to one elbow, willing herself to wake up, but it was like clawing her way up to the surface of a sea of gelatin. It felt as if every joint in her body had rusted in the night and the simple act of raising up onto elbows was enough to send them creaking.

Through a veil of tousled hair, Heather observed the nest of pillows and blankets she’d slept in. The presence of the bed, perfectly serviceable for resting in beside her was completely stripped of its bedding and pillows. For some reason, this amused Heather immensely, but that was short-lived.

That tapping was back, louder now that she was waking, but the source was still a mystery. Taking in the room again, Heather spied the gentle rise and fall of blankets beside her and the memory of last night flooded back, conjuring fresh color to the woman’s cheeks.

She gently peeled the blankets back, spying Angie’s golden crown, and dared not go any further for fear of waking her. The glimpse alone was enough for her heart to seize up, as if caught in a vice. They’d spent the night together, made love countless times, until their argument… and then they’d made love again. The evidence was all around her, permeated the air like a morning dew, lingering in every muscle with the kind of lethargy that only good sex can bring.

Heather cupped a hand over her swollen sex, savoring the sensation of feeling both drained and satisfied when the tapping intruded again. Realization dawned, widening her eyes into saucers. No, not tapping, knocking. Someone was knocking at the door, had been for some time, sending the woman into a frenzy.

Instantly, she thought of Walter, coming around ‘just to check on things’ or ‘see if the room needs to be turned over’. In her mind’s eye, Heather saw him fishing his master key out of the back pocket of his pants and sliding it into the lock, the sound of the bolt releasing as loud as the report of a rifle. The door swung open with an ominous creak of ancient hinges. A sound effect used in old horror movies, just before the group of camp counselors smoked their last joint.

“Angie! Angie, wake up!” Heather hissed through her teeth. She reached out and shook at the pile of bedding representing the girl.

A groggy jumble of the words ‘Huh?’ and ‘What?’ drifted out, muffled by the layers of bed lining. The lump beside Heather stirred but was clearly had no great motivation to do much more than that. “Was I snoring?” Worse, she seemed to settle back down, cozying up to one of the half dozen pillows buried somewhere underneath.

This wasn’t supposed to be how their morning went. Heather went to sleep last night lying so close to the child that their noses were nearly touching, thinking about the perfect day-after they would spend together. She envisioned the two of them lazily rousing together in the early afternoon. Perhaps they would make love again, sleepily touching each other within the blankets. Or maybe they would save that for another evening, where they wouldn’t have to rush. Instead, they could share a shower and go to the diner, pretending to bump into each other on the way in after the rush had died down.

Heather could easily picture Mama Maven shepherding them into one of the booths near the window, returning a bit later with two platters piled high with syrupy pancakes topped with slices of fruit. They would sit chastely across from one another, rather than side-by-side, better to ensure their hands did not roam until neither could bear the tension, then they’d lean over the tabletop and share a kiss. It was such a vivid image that she could almost see it materialize before her eyes, their two silhouettes coming together over their half-finished plates, the harsh sunlight pouring in and bathing them in gold.

“Angie! Please, I need you to get up! Someone is at the door!”

That seemed to do the trick. All at once, Angie was sitting upright and staring wide-eyed at Heather, the bedding pooled around her, naked from the waist up. Similar images of intruders into their little refuge shone in her bright eyes, and Heather had no doubt that Angie was living out the worst possible scenarios in her imagination, just as she had.

Heather scrambled up, snatching up a pillow and hugged it to her bare middle, then set to picking around the room for their discarded clothing. Using her toes as pincers, she turned the room over, finding a pair of jeans and socks and little girl panties, but everything else seemed lost in the maelstrom they’d created the night before.

“Just a second!” Heather called out, her voice crackling with panic. “I’m – I’ll be right there!”

Angie was dancing from one foot to the next, glancing from the door to Heather and frantically scrambling about the room, unsure of what to do with herself before finally bending down and snatching up her discarded panties, then rushing into the bathroom, slamming the door behind.

Heather collapsed before the dresser, pillow still clutched firmly to her abdomen, and snatched out an outfit. Half-hopping to the door, Heather wiggled her hips into the bottoms and shimmied her arms through the top, thinking that she must look like a Wacky Waving Inflatable Arm-Waving Tubeman, only with less dignity, somehow. When she threw the door open, dressed in a pair of cotton sleeper shorts and cutoff Aerosmith t-shirt, she found Walter Gates blinking down at her.

It was jarring to see him out of the familiar surroundings of his office, and he looked just as uncomfortable, shuffling around on his feet and glancing anxiously over his shoulder in the direction of the road, toward the diner. He cleared his throat roughly, making a hard study of the tips of his shoes, seeming to be at a loss for words. Heather began to wonder if he was going to speak at all.

Glancing down at herself, Heather wondered if it was her attire that was making him so uneasy, but that didn’t seem to be it. Outrageous as she looked and with so much skin on display, he’d barely looked at her, and seemed more distracted than embarrassed.

Walter wet his lips, opened his mouth and made a sound, but it died in his throat. He glanced back toward the road in a way that made Heather think someone was sneaking up behind him and he’d just caught on. Heather craned her neck, trying to spot whatever was causing the poor man such distress, but the road was deserted, save for a lone tumbleweed wedged between a row of mailboxes and a telephone pole.

When she returned her attention to Walter, their eyes met, and for the first time during their brief interaction, Heather realized his face was ashen. Something had aged the man years overnight. White whiskers lined his unshaven cheeks. His eyes were red and watery, as if…

“I’m sorry to disturb you,” he croaked at last. “It’s just… well… I suppose I needed someone to talk to. It came as just a shock, why…” He feinted, momentarily at a loss for words, looking so helpless that Heather automatically reached out and seized his hand. It startled him just as much as Heather.

“Walter… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He looked up from his hand and the gentle way she was holding his fingers back at Heather, as if he’d never experienced such a sensation. “You… I thought you’d have heard.” His voice dropped to an ominous tenor, and Walter swept the cap off his head, wringing it tightly.

All at once, genuine fear seized Heather by the heart. Her hands clasped at her chest in a futile gesture to alleviate the stress, and she silently willed him not to say it, she didn’t want to know. Not after she and Angie had shared such a magical night together.

“Mama Maven passed away. Either late last evening or early this morning, I… they’re still sorting things out at the coroner’s office, I would imagine. The diner didn’t open this morning and, if you know anything about Maven, that’s a rarity! I can’t recall a time when the diner was closed. Even as a little boy and her family ran the joint…” He looked away, suddenly overcome by waves of nostalgia, one of his beefy, spotted hands going to cover his mouth. He made a sound, shoulders shuddering with the effort to keep from sobbing. When he spoke again, his voice was thick with emotion, and he did not dare look at her yet. “When the diner didn’t open, the sheriff went on by her trailer for a wellness check and… f-found her. Told me later that it looked like a heart attack to him, she… she was sitting in her rocking chair, looking just as peaceful as can be.”

Heather found herself kneeling in the door frame. She hadn’t remembered falling. When she snapped back to reality, her gaze was fixed on the diner across the street. The windows were dark, she realized. The parking spaces lining the front of the store were empty. Even from this distance she could still see the little white triangle in the window with the words CLOSED written in loopy cursive.

“I just saw her last night,” Heather said. Her voice was strangely hollow, as if speaking from a great distance. She wasn’t even sure she was telling this to Walter, or just putting the fact out into the universe. As if that could somehow halt the chain of events, and convince the fates to set them into reverse. “I helped her close up, after I got the jukebox working again. She was so happy to hear some old music, that she got to dancing and soon we all were dancing too…” Heather’s voice hitched, and for a long time neither of them spoke.

Without the warmth, without Mama Maven’s love, the diner looked strange. It became an empty vessel lining the road leading to greener pastures, outside of Oasis. It joined the ranks of the McDonald’s, closed before Angie was even born, the burned-out library in the middle of town and the old movie house still displaying advertisements tickets for a matinee showing for Friday the 13th: Part III (non-3D only). Suddenly, the diner was another relic of the town’s illustrious past, the last gasp of a promise unfulfilled.

Heather found her feet and thanked Walter for telling her. After seeing him back to the office, she returned to the room, closing and locking the door behind her, then went to find Angie.

Unsurprisingly, she was still in the bathroom. When Heather found her, the girl was huddled in the shower stall with her legs drawn up to her chest and face buried in her knees. Heather knew that she’d overheard.

Heather pursed her lips together, dreading the conversation that was to follow. She’d never been good with the harsh realities of life, could barely deal with them herself. How could she possibly begin to explain these things to someone when she barely felt alive? She stepped gingerly into the tub, scrunching up beside the girl and mirroring her fetal position.

“It’s not true,” Angie’s tone was defensive, almost accusatory. Her fingers laced tightly around her elbows. Her toes curled into her feet and she looked so small and helpless. Heather was reminded all over again of how young Angie truly was. She shrunk into herself, looking younger than her years. “It isn’t true.”

“Angie,” Heather began softly. “I’m so very sorry. Mama was a wonderful woman. I know how close you were, she was practically a grandmother to you. I can’t imagine how…” She trailed off, hating that she had nothing to offer the girl who’d come to mean so much to her beyond simple platitudes. In lieu of hollow words, Heather draped a comforting arm around the girl and drew her in close, peppering the crown of her tousled head with kisses. “I’m sorry, Angie. I’m so, so sorry.” She breathed the words into the girl’s hair over and over, rocking her from side to side until it became a mantra.

Angie tensed at the familiar embrace and, for a terrifying moment, Heather feared she would pull away. Could her heart handle such rejection? She didn’t have to find out, as the girl accepted the comfort and leaned into Heather’s side, her trembling shoulders heralding the first sobs of grief. It broke Heather’s heart to hear them.

Cradled in the arms of her lover, Angie Lawrence mourned. So many memories returned to her. She’d known Maven for as long as she’d been alive. Most good things in her young life were tinged in the lights of the diner, and she couldn’t recall a time when Mama Maven had not been there with a fresh plate of good food and gentle kisses that could make even the most stubborn of tears vanish.

There would be no new memories now.

“Why does everyone I love go away?” she asked, but before Heather could reply, she began to wail anew, crawling into her lap and arms and wrapping herself bodily around Heather, as if she were suddenly terribly afraid that her lover would be ripped away too.

On to Chapter Fourteen!

By No One

As Zoe was carried by Shana towards the bedroom, another idea rolled around in her head. “So, um, this will sound dumb, but… I can get a, uh, orgasm on my own, just by touching myself?”

“Sure. You’ve never heard of masturbating?”

“Oh. Um, yeah, but…” She had, but she’d never given much thought to the process, or to how good it might feel. “I kinda thought that was… something boys did, I guess… or bad girls, maybe.”

Shana laughed. “Well, sorry to say, but I think you qualify as a bad girl now. Not that there’s anything wrong with that!”

Zoe smiled. Being a bad girl didn’t seem so bad, now. Sure, they’d done dirty stuff but… it had been wonderful. Beautiful, as Shana had said. She couldn’t wait to try more of it, if she was being honest with herself.

They reached a tastefully decorated bedroom, with a big bed with a dark blue cover at the center. Zoe shrieked when Shana suddenly threw her onto the bed, but the landing was actually very soft. In fact, this had to be the softest bed she’d ever touched. Still, she stuck her tongue out at Shana for the scare.

“Oh? What was that?” Shana got on the bed and crawled up close to Zoe, until their faces were less than an inch apart.

Realizing what the older girl wanted, Zoe slipped her tongue out again, and Shana took it into her mouth, gently sucking on it.

That quickly turned into a passionate kiss, and Zoe’s heart rate sped up all over again as they made out. She felt Shana lightly push her down until she was flat on her back, all without breaking their kiss. She knew what the growing warmth between her legs meant now, and found herself eager for Shana to touch her again.

But Shana seemed to have other ideas. She sat up, and examined Zoe for a moment. “Say, why don’t you try touching yourself now? Y’know, get a feel for it… so to speak.”

Zoe hesitated. It sounded really embarrassing, and she’d prefer if Shana did it, but… She did intend to explore this masturbation business later, now that she knew how great it could feel. Maybe practicing while there was someone to guide her would be a good idea.

She slid a hand down to her lower belly. “Um, I just rub my… down there?”

“More or less. What do you call that place down there?” Shana asked, looking pointedly between Zoe’s legs.

“Um… my private parts, I guess?”

“That’s one way to say it… Doesn’t sound very sexy, though.”

“Hmm. What else do you call it?”

“Oh, there are lots of words… Some girls say ‘cunt,’ for instance.”

Zoe’s eyes went wide. “That’s a really bad word!” One time, her mom had been zapping through the channels on TV looking for something to watch and stopped on some show or movie. Then someone said that word, and her mother very quickly changed the channel again. She put her hands on Zoe’s ears, as if that would block what she’d already heard, and told her to never repeat that word. The next day, Zoe had noticed that the HBO channel was now blocked with a PIN.

Shana chuckled. “Yeah, I guess some people think that. ‘Pussy’ is another word that’s very common.”

“Like a cat?” Zoe had heard that one too, but mostly as an insult.

“Sure. Just as cute, too.” Shana winked. “Though I guess yours is just a little kitty.”

Zoe laughed. That was a funny word for it, but she liked it. She moved her hand lower until she touched her… kitty, and began slowly rubbing it with her fingers, up and down. “Like this?” It felt nice, but nowhere near the kind of pleasure Shana had given her.

“Yeah, you can start out like that.” Shana was watching very attentively. “Then you can slip a finger between your lips, like I did. That usually feels better. Be careful, though. Don’t go too deep, or you might hurt something.”

Zoe tried it, pushing harder with her middle finger until it slid between her lips. She made two discoveries in that moment: that it felt more sensitive and pleasurable in there, and that it was quite moist. “Uh, it’s wet…”

“Very normal. When you’re… in a sexy mood, you get wet so that it’s, y’know, all slippery and nice. Makes it easier to have fun,” Shana explained, all smiles.

“O-oh.” That sounded a little weird… but practical. It did make her finger slip around smoothly, and she soon was rubbing herself with enthusiasm. Shana was right, it did feel much better this way.

“Mmmm, yeah, just like that,” Shana said softly. She sounded like she was enjoying herself, too. “There’s like a little nub near the top, called the clitoris, or just the clit. That’s the part that feels the best, but it’s very sensitive, so don’t rub it too hard.”

Zoe did remember how the strongest feelings had happened when Shana rubbed the top of her privates. Feeling around, she found the nub in question. Pressing down on it made her gasp. It was sensitive for sure, but it felt amazing. Trying to be gentle, she began moving her finger in circles over this nub, her “clit,” and couldn’t keep a moan from escaping her lips.

She glanced at Shana, who was biting her bottom lip, eyes fixed on what Zoe was doing. It sounded like the older girl was getting a little out of breath herself, just from watching. Zoe was beginning to suspect that Shana had asked her to do this at least partially for her own benefit. Playing along, she gave the older girl what she hoped was a sexy stare and murmured, “You like watching me touch my kitty?”

A low groan came out of Shana’s mouth. “God, yes… You’re so fucking hot,” she whispered, her voice sounding hoarse. “I mean… eff-ing. Or whatever,” she added after a moment, but it sounded like proper language was far from her most urgent concern.

Zoe smiled. She loved the effect she was having on Shana. It made her feel… grown-up. Sexy. She spread her legs wider to give Shana a better view and kept rubbing herself.

“Mmmm. You are a bad girl,” Shana said. “It makes me want to do very naughty things to you.”

“Like what?” Zoe liked where this was going. It was crazy how she’d been so nervous about this “dirty” stuff just earlier, and now she couldn’t wait to find out what “naughty things” Shana had in mind.

The young woman knelt in front of Zoe, looking up. “I wanna kiss your kitty.”

Zoe laughed. “Kiss it?” She wasn’t sure if Shana was serious.

“It’s another thing that’s very fun, you’ll see.” Shana leaned forward and began to trail her lips up Zoe’s inner thigh.

Withdrawing her hand, Zoe raised herself up on her elbows, eyes wide as she watched the older girl come closer. Was Shana really going to kiss her there?

Anticipation rose when Shana reached the spot where Zoe’s leg met her groin. She paused a second and their eyes met. Then she pressed her lips into Zoe’s kitty—once, then another time, then again and again, covering the intimate area with kisses.

Zoe stared, hardly believing what was happening. But she was even more surprised when Shana’s tongue slipped between her little lips and began licking her! She’d had no idea it was going to be a French kiss. It seemed like such a crazy thing to do… but Shana was purring with pleasure, as if she was enjoying a fine meal.

Zoe couldn’t argue with the results, though—Shana’s tongue felt amazing. After a moment, she fell back on the bed, closed her eyes, and lost herself in the moment. “Oooh. That’s sooo good.”

“Mmm-hmm,” Shana agreed without stopping for a second.

As great as it felt, it was still a weird sensation to have a tongue bathing her private parts. Zoe had no idea that was a thing that people did. It was a thrill for sure, though. Maybe it was even more exciting because it was so dirty?

Whatever the case, Zoe’s pleasure was rising fast. Every little flick of Shana’s tongue sent delicious shivers through her body, and she felt that tension within her building up, just like it had before. Soon, she couldn’t help but moan in time with Shana’s movements.

As if sensing her growing delight, Shana began to focus on Zoe’s clit, teasing it with her tongue.

Zoe cried out as an even more intense wave of pleasure hit her. She still had a hard time believing her body could feel this good. But she knew this wasn’t even the end yet, as she could now recognize the signs of another orgasm drawing closer. “I think… I’m g-gonna…”

Before she could finish her sentence, that explosion she’d been expecting rocked her to the core. Just like before, her body tensed and pure ecstasy filled her completely. Shana’s tongue was a magical tool of pure joy, the way it made her feel. This orgasm was even more powerful than the last one, shaking her from head to toe.

As she slowly recovered, Zoe realized that her thighs were tightly clamped around Shana’s head. “Oh! S-sorry…” she stammered, quickly releasing the older girl.

“That’s quite okay,” Shana said, smiling. Lying down next to Zoe, she wrapped her arms around her. “I love that you’re enjoying your first sexual experience so much.”

That comment gave Zoe pause. “So… this is sex?”

Shana raised an eyebrow. “Well, yeah… One of many ways to have sex. Is that okay?”

Zoe had sort of known that’s what they’d been doing, but hearing it out loud made it more real somehow. I’ve just had sex with Shana Belle. The words sounded strange in her mind. She’d certainly never expected anything like that to happen today. She hadn’t expected to give much thought to sex for years, actually. But now it had happened, and she felt… good, happy. “I think so. Sex is… pretty great.”

Shana grinned. “It really is, isn’t it?” She gave Zoe a tight hug, then drew her into a heated kiss.

Zoe could feel the passion behind the older girl’s kiss, and realized that Shana might appreciate some pleasure of her own. “Oh, um, do you want me to… make you feel good, too?”

“Well, if you want to, I’d love that for sure.” Shana caressed Zoe’s cheek for a moment, then brought their lips together again.

As they kissed, Zoe put a hand on Shana’s thigh, then slowly slipped it up until she was almost touching the girl’s privates. She hesitated, unsure of how to proceed.

“It’s okay,” Shana said, breaking the kiss. Giving Zoe a nod of encouragement, she spread her legs for better access.

Zoe took a moment to examine Shana’s kitty. Her pussy. Her… C-word. The lips were open like flower petals, and the inside glistened. It looked inviting, sexy. Tentatively, she brushed the moist flesh with her fingers, and felt Shana shiver in response.

Seeing the older girl’s encouraging smile, Zoe pressed a little harder, and her middle finger pushed past the pussy lips. Shana was very wet in there. It felt a little weird, but to Zoe, it was a good sign. It meant that Shana was enjoying it, right?

“Mmmm,” Shana moaned, definitely sounding happy with what was happening.

Zoe began moving her fingers up and down, as the other girl had done for her. Soon she was grinning with delight, fascinated by Shana’s little gasps and sighs, trying to figure out what gave her partner the best feelings. Not surprisingly, touching Shana’s clitoris got the biggest reactions.

“Oh yes, baby!” Shana mewled, then when Zoe brushed her clit again, her eyes went wide open. “Oh!” she cried, louder this time. Her thighs closed tightly around Zoe’s hand and her eyes rolled back in her head as her whole body shook and trembled.

It was actually a little scary, and Zoe really hoped it was because Shana was feeling good, and not that she was having some kind of seizure. She was relieved when, after a moment, Shana took a deep breath and a smile spread across her lips.

“Oh, wow,” Shana said after she’d caught her breath a little.

“Did you… get the, um, orgasm?”

“Yes.” Shana laughed, sounding a little surprised. “That was quick. You had me so turned on!”

“Turned on?” This was the second time Shana had used that expression, and Zoe thought she got the meaning, but wanted to be sure.

“Yeah, like… excited, horny, in the mood for sex. Y’know, all wet and ready.”

“Oh, right.” Zoe smiled. “Yeah, you were… pretty wet down there.”

Shana grinned back. “Well, I think you’re to blame for that, you sexy little thing,” she said, before kissing Zoe once again.

As she enjoyed the kiss, Zoe decided that she could get used to being called sexy and hot. It made her feel warm and fuzzy all over. Oh, and the kissing, she could definitely get used to that, too. She could never get tired of the way that made her feel, getting goosebumps as her tongue danced with Shana’s.

“So… it was good, right? The orgasm?” Zoe asked after they drifted apart. “I did it well?” She was pretty sure she knew the answer, considering Shana’s reaction.

“You did it perfectly. It was great, thank you.”

“Want another?” Zoe smiled, echoing what Shana had said earlier.

“Mmmm, I like the way you think, sweetcheeks. I won’t say no to that.”

As Zoe slipped her hand between Shana’s legs again, she thought it might be a good idea to try nuzzling the older girl’s neck, as Shana had done to her earlier. She began by kissing the spot right below the ear, then worked her way down to the collarbone. It sounded like Shana was enjoying it, judging by the sounds she was making, though that could also be because Zoe had her fingers moving between the girl’s pussy lips.

Glancing down, Zoe saw that Shana had a hand on her own breast, teasing the nipple between two fingers. Wondering if a kiss there would feel good, Zoe decided to give it a try. After all, it had felt amazing when Shana had licked her kitty, and while she wasn’t sure she was ready to go that far, maybe licking a nipple would feel really good as well.

Moving down to the unoccupied breast, Zoe gave one nipple a quick kiss, then flicked it with her tongue, watching for a reaction. Encouraged by Shana’s excited gasp, she continued, kissing the soft flesh and tracing little circles around the nipple with her tongue. It was actually pretty fun. “Is this nice?”

“Very nice, baby. Good initiative. I think you’re… ah!”—she cried out when Zoe’s fingers brushed her clit—”a natural. You can, um… you can try putting your fingers all the way inside my pussy, if you want.”

Zoe froze for a moment. Put her fingers inside? Did grown-ups do that, too? It did make some sense, she thought, since a boy was supposed to put his thing inside during sex… Maybe fingers would feel just as good, too.

Tentatively, she prodded around Shana’s privates until she found the hole, then carefully pushed the tip of her middle finger in. “L-like this?”

“Mmmhmm, just like that. Go on, don’t worry.”

Zoe slowly worked her finger deeper, watching it disappear inside Shana. It felt all warm and wet. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do once her finger was all the way in, but then Shana started moving her hips, making that finger slide in and out.

Zoe quickly got the idea and began meeting Shana’s movements—thrusting when the girl pushed her hips forward, withdrawing all but the tip of the finger when she pulled back. Soon, she had Shana moaning in time with their rhythm. The older girl’s legs were wide open as she eagerly thrust her pussy against Zoe’s hand, her body glistening with sweat. It looked so dirty. It looked really sexy.

“What is this called?” Zoe asked.

“This? Aah! Fingering, I guess. Or finger… uh, eff-ing.”

Zoe giggled. That made sense. “Feels good?”

“Oh yeah. You can use more fingers, too. Or…” Shana suddenly stopped in mid-motion. She glanced at the hand between her legs, then met Zoe’s eyes with a thoughtful look. “Hmm, actually… can I ask you to try something a little weird?”

“Um, okay?” All of this had been “a little weird” for Zoe.

“You put your fingers like this,” Shana explained, touching the tips of all her fingers and her thumb together, “then get them nice and wet and, um, push all the way inside. Slowly.” She mimicked the gesture.

Zoe looked at her hand, looked at Shana’s pussy. “You mean… with my whole hand?”

Shana nodded, biting her lip. “Uh-huh. You have tiny hands, it’ll be fine!”

That did sound really weird, all right, but it seemed to be what Shana wanted, so Zoe agreed. ”Um… okay, if you say so.”

She touched her fingers together into a point and put them at the entrance to Shana’s vagina. It was really wet down there, so she had no trouble getting them all slippery. She began to carefully push in, though it seemed to her that the opening was way too small for this.

“That’s it, nice and slow,” Shana said. She was taking deep breaths as Zoe’s hand very slowly made its way inside her.

“Are you sure it’s gonna, uh, fit?”

“Yeah, don’t worry. Babies come out of there, y’know?”

Zoe supposed that was true, though she wasn’t even sure how that was possible, not when Shana’s vagina already felt so tight around her hand. Still, sure enough, inch by inch, she managed to go even deeper. Then once she was past the knuckles, the rest went more smoothly, and suddenly she found herself wrist deep inside Shana’s body. “Whoa!”

“Oh, God!” Shana cried out.

“Are— are you okay?”

“Yeah, baby, I’m—oh, shit… I’m just fine. You’re wonderful. Ooooohh, yeah. Now… now, start m-moving back and forth. But slowly.”

Zoe did as she was told, pushing forward a little bit, though there wasn’t much space to move, then pulling back, then repeating her motion. It felt so weird to have her hand literally inside someone else, but Shana seemed to be enjoying it, with lots of moans and omigods. “This feels… good?”

“Mmmm, yeah. It’s intense.” Shana began moving her hips, pushing against Zoe’s hand.

As long as she’s happy, Zoe thought. Pushing how strange the situation was out of her mind, she threw herself into the task, doing her best to give Shana as much pleasure as possible. The older girl was breathing hard now, and Zoe wondered if she was going to “come” soon.

Glancing down, she spotted Shana’s clitoris, a fleshy pink button at the top of her pussy. She remembered well how amazing it felt when Shana licked hers. She eyed the little nub, wondering what it would taste like. She glanced back up at Shana, but the other girl wasn’t paying attention, lost in her pleasure.

Slowly, Zoe leaned forward until her face was only a few inches from Shana’s pussy. There was a pretty strong aroma that was difficult to describe. The smell of sex, maybe. That erect clit looked kind of cute close-up—almost inviting. She hesitated a moment, took a tentative lick, then paused to mull over the taste. Unusual flavor, but not bad.

Shana’s response was immediate. “Aaah! Zoe! Fuck, yes! Lick my clit. Please!”

Zoe was a little startled by such a strong reaction, but told herself it must feel really good, so she did as Shana asked, flicking the little bud with her tongue as best as she could.

Shana gave a loud cry, then after just a few seconds, her body went all stiff, which Zoe now recognized as the start of an orgasm. After that Shana bucked and jerked wildly, coming out with mostly incoherent moans, but there were a few dirty words in there.

Zoe felt Shana’s pussy clamp down tightly around her wrist. It seemed to throb, possibly in rhythm with the waves of pleasure the older girl was feeling. She kept her tongue going, hoping to drive Shana completely wild.

“Okay, Zoe. S-stop,” Shana said. She took a moment to catch her breath when Zoe obeyed. “Sensitive d-down there,” she explained. “Now take out your hand, really slow.”

Zoe did just that, gently extracting her hand. Though Shana’s vagina now seemed to want to suck her in, she eventually managed to wriggle free. Wrinkling her nose, she examined her gooey hand, unsure what to do with it.

“Here.” Reaching for a large box of tissues on her nightstand, Shana handed her a big handful of them.

Zoe cleaned herself up as best as she could manage, then Shana drew her into a big hug.

“You’re so amazing, that was wonderful.” Shana covered Zoe’s face in little kisses, making her giggle. “Thank you for… indulging my dirty kinks.” She lay back on the bed, pulling Zoe along, snugly nestled in her arms. “I’m so happy I met you.”

“Me too!” Zoe hugged Shana just as tightly. The day had been awesome in many unexpected ways. She’d known that meeting her idol would be great, but now Shana had shown her what felt like a whole new world. She’d remember their time together forever. Then came the realization that this time would soon be over, and she felt tears sting her eyes. “Oh, Shana… I don’t wanna leave you!”

“Oh, babe, I don’t want to either. I wish you could stay with me all the time, but that’s just not possible. But hey, don’t cry. That doesn’t mean we’ll never talk or see each other again.” Shana gently wiped the tears from Zoe’s eyes. “Do you have your own phone?”

Zoe shook her head. “No, I’m not allowed… I guess I can give you Mom’s phone number, if you wanna call?”

Shana made a face. “I was hoping for something more… private. You know, if we need to talk about secret stuff.” She winked. “Do you have a laptop or something that you can use by yourself?”

“Yeah! I borrow Mom’s laptop to watch YouTube and stuff. She doesn’t really check what I use it for.”

“Great. I think we should set you up with a secret email address—one that you won’t share with anyone else—and then use that to talk privately. We’ll see what else we can do from there. I’ll show you how to avoid leaving traces in your mom’s browser, too.”

“Okay, sounds good.” That was all fine, and Zoe was happy to keep in contact with Shana—even a little excited to be playing spies with secret communications—but she felt like she was going to miss the… more physical stuff a lot. “But I wish we could still do… you know,” she added, running her fingers over Shana’s belly.

“I really wish so too. But I’m afraid that for now, you’ll have to be a ‘bad girl’ and take care of those needs yourself. Not as much fun, but it does the trick. Think about me when you do, huh?”

Zoe laughed, but felt herself blushing a little. It all seemed rather embarrassing, but she was pretty sure she would have to do some experimenting in that direction. Orgasms felt way too good to pass up! And she had no doubt that images of Shana would be dancing in her mind whenever she touched herself that way.

“But for now,” Shana continued, glancing at the wall clock, “well, we do still have some time…”

* * *

They did make love one more time that afternoon, and even took a shower together. That was fun, soaping each other up… and sexy, too. Then Shana helped Zoe set up her new email address, and they chatted for a while.

After that, it was time for dinner, and they met up with Zoe’s mom again—though Zoe would have preferred to be alone with Shana, grateful as she was that Mom had accompanied her on this trip. They went to Shana’s favorite Indian restaurant. Zoe liked it a lot, though it was way spicier than she was used to and she had to drink several glasses of water.

Then, finally, it was time for the concert.

It was amazing, incredible, magical. All that Zoe could have hoped for and more. She sang her heart out to her favorite songs, enthralled by the impressive choreography and cool special effects, all from an awesome front-row seat.

Her gaze was locked on Shana all night. She’d always loved her idol’s dancing, but now the graceful movements seemed to take on a sexier flavor in her eyes. The body that she now knew so intimately, swaying to the music, twisting, slinking and strutting her stuff… Shana was red hot. Watching her, Zoe felt those now familiar butterflies stir in her stomach. This time, she welcomed the feeling.

A few times, Shana looked right at her, even gave her a wink at one point. That made Zoe feel so special, the only one in this huge crowd to have such an intimate connection with the singer.

After the show, Zoe and her mom went backstage, flashing their V.I.P. badges, to see Shana and say goodbye. The star was busy signing autographs for a mob of fans, so they had to wait a while. Zoe had already gotten all her recordings signed that afternoon, so she was all set on that count, even though Shana had winced a bit when she saw how many of her releases Zoe had packed—everything she’d ever done, in multiple versions.

When they finally got close, Shana saw Zoe approach and frowned. “You look familiar…”

Zoe tried to act as if she was offended, but just ended up laughing, then Shana gave her a hug. Not as close or long a hug as she would have liked, but she understood that they couldn’t show that kind of affection in public.

“So, how was the show? Up to your expectations?”

“Omigod it was soooo great! You were amazing!”

Shana chuckled at her enthusiasm. “Thanks, sweetie. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”

“Sorry, um, is there a bathroom around here?” Zoe’s mom interrupted.

“Sure, right around the corner over there.” Shana pointed.

“Thank you. Zoe, I’ll be right back.”

“Okay!” Zoe watched her mom walk away, then turned back to Shana, who had a rather mischievous smile on her lips.

“C’mere, you,” the singer growled, pulling Zoe into her dressing room.

As soon as the door was closed, Shana’s lips found Zoe’s, and they exchanged a hot, passionate kiss.

“W-wow,” Zoe said, taken by surprise, but in a most delightful way. Her pulse was suddenly racing.

“Mmmm. Too bad we don’t have time for more.” Shana caressed Zoe’s cheek. “I’m gonna miss you. But hey, I slipped a word to my tour manager about maybe booking some shows in some less traveled areas—like, say, North Dakota—and she thinks there might be some potential there…”

“Really? That would be so cool!”

“Yeah. It wouldn’t be for a while, though, but y’know… let’s hang out if I come around, huh?”

“Yeah! I really hope it happens!” As great as it would be to see Shana perform again, Zoe was even more excited about spending more time alone with her. She could probably convince her mom to allow that.

“Me too.” Shana gave Zoe another kiss, quicker this time. “Well, we better head back out before your mom starts looking for us.”

Zoe’s mom did meet up with them a minute later, and they exchanged goodbyes. Though Zoe tried hard not to cry, a few tears still ran down her cheeks. Even Shana got a little misty-eyed.

In the end, as she walked away, Zoe took a last look back and saw Shana blow her a kiss. She thought about the amazing day they’d had together, the unexpected but wonderful discoveries she’d made, and took comfort in the possibility that she might see her idol again someday.

The End

Join Zoe and Shana for more naughty fun in… Idol II!

By No One

After they were done showering off the pool water, Shana fetched some towels and handed one to Zoe. “Are you hungry?” she asked.

Zoe’s stomach growled loudly in response.

“I guess that answers that!” Shana said. “What do you want? I have, uh… actually, I don’t think my fridge here is really well stocked. But I have ice cream! Ice cream for lunch sounds good, right?”

“Hmm, I don’t think my parents would approve but… yeah!” Zoe said, laughing.

“I won’t tell ‘em.” Shana reached out to hook Zoe’s little finger with her own. This was one secret that Zoe was very happy to pinkie-swear on.

After drying off, Shana began to walk towards the kitchen area, still completely naked.

“Um, aren’t we putting our clothes back on?” Zoe asked, eyeing the pile of discarded apparel still lying near the pool.

Shana turned around and shrugged. “Whatever you want.” She looked around the room. “Nobody here to tell us what to do, though, so we can eat ice cream naked if we want to.”

Zoe giggled. “Yeah… I guess it’s still pretty hot out here, anyway,” she said as she stepped over the clothes and followed Shana into the house. She’d gotten used to being nude by now, and though she wasn’t about to admit it, she definitely wasn’t tired of looking at Shana naked, either. “Don’t you have a swimsuit, though?” she asked, still feeling the situation was a little odd.

“Oh, sure. Don’t really need it when it’s just the two of us, do I?” Shana shrugged. “Besides, it’s fun to be a little naughty sometimes.” She winked, then held up two ice cream containers. “Chocolate or strawberry?”

Eating ice cream for lunch in the nude seemed pretty high up on the list of wild things Zoe had done, but Shana was right, it was pretty fun and exciting. Especially if no one found out. She nodded. “Hmm, strawberry.”

“Strawberry girl, huh?” Shana rubbed her chin thoughtfully, as if pondering the deep meaning of ice cream choices, and Zoe laughed.

Shana served out a huge scoop of the strawberry ice cream in a bowl and handed it to Zoe, then took some of the chocolate for herself. They went to sit on the couch to eat.

“Would you prefer if I put on a swimsuit?” Shana asked after a moment.

“Oh, no, no,” Zoe said quickly. Shana was just fine as she was. “I was just thinking… ‘Cause I’ve seen that photo shoot you did recently and in one pic you had a red bikini on and it was… um…” She hesitated, not wanting to sound like a weirdo if she admitted just how much she liked those photos. “It… looked really good on you.”

“Oh, thanks. Yeah, that bikini was just for the shoot, it’s not really mine.” Shana raised an eyebrow. “So you’ve seen that photo shoot, huh? Didn’t expect you to have that kind of magazine. What did you think?”

Zoe opened her mouth, then closed it, unsure of how to express her thoughts. She had a lot of confusing feelings about that series of very revealing photos. “Um, yeah, it wasn’t really what I expected. But you looked… really, really pretty,” she finally said. “I hope I’m as pretty as you when I grow up.”

“Oh, sweetie, you’re already beautiful.” Shana put a hand on Zoe’s bare thigh, giving it a little squeeze.

Zoe felt her cheeks grow hot. The touch made her heart hammer in her chest, and the words… Did Shana really think that? Or did she mean it like someone would say that a baby is cute? Suddenly, Zoe felt an intense desire for Shana to see her as a woman, gorgeous in the same way that Zoe saw her.

Unsure how to react, Zoe tried to change the subject. “It must be, um… embarrassing to pose like that, though. Like, not wearing much, I mean. And with so many people who are gonna see the pictures.”

Shana shrugged. “It’s not so bad, you get used to it. I’m not ashamed of my body.” She leaned in to whisper, “And anyway, call me vain, but I like to feel hot and sexy.” Straightening, she added, “If that gets some people worked up, whatever, that’s not my concern. Plus, I knew it would piss off my mom.”

Zoe giggled. Shana’s mom had been her manager when Shana was younger. It was public knowledge that the woman had tried to steal a lot of Shana’s money for herself, and the singer made no secret of their falling out in interviews. A terrible woman, in Zoe’s estimation. She could see why Shana might enjoy making her angry.

“What about you, Zoe,” Shana continued, “did you think my photos were sexy?”

Zoe looked up at Shana warily. She thought the older girl might be teasing her at first, but Shana seemed to be watching her with genuine interest. Sexy, she supposed that was the right word. Shana had said she liked feeling hot, and looking at her did make something within Zoe heat up, so that seemed like an appropriate word too. Zoe had never really thought about it in those terms before, but if there was someone who could represent the concept of sexiness in her mind, it was definitely Shana. She gave a quick nod to answer the question, feeling her cheeks grow warm.

“It’s okay, don’t be shy.” Shana’s fingers brushed against Zoe’s hand as she spoke. “Hey, I like sexy girls, too. Nothing wrong with that.” She winked, and her eyes drifted over Zoe’s body, then she looked down at herself. “And I guess you’re getting an even better view than those pictures right now, huh? I’m sure lots of people would be jealous.”

None of this was doing anything to help with Zoe’s furious blushing. Her gaze was compelled to follow Shana’s eyes, once more admiring the young woman’s body. Her sexy body. That idea was awakening a need that Zoe didn’t know what to do with. Her eyes stopped on Shana’s privates, which still puzzled her with their complete absence of hair.

“Um, how come…” she began, but no, she couldn’t possibly ask about that. “No, never mind.” She stuck a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth to hide her embarrassment.

“No no, go on. You can’t leave it at that now. Ask me anything.”

“Well, just… it’s stupid, but… how come you don’t have hair, uh, down there?” Zoe all but cringed as she asked, half-expecting Shana to laugh at her.

Instead, Shana flashed a smile. “Oh, that. I shaved it off, is all. It looks… nicer this way. Sexier. Don’t you think?” She lifted one of her feet and rested it on the couch cushion, as if to give Zoe a better view. Her fingers trailed down her body, briefly brushing her private parts.

Zoe swallowed, her eyes fixed between Shana’s legs. She didn’t want to stare but… Shana had asked for her opinion. There was something strangely appealing about the bare lips of the young woman’s privates, so unlike her mom’s, where you couldn’t see any detail through the hair. On Shana, the shape was plain to see, the lips opened slightly to reveal the inner folds. It looked a little like a flower, Zoe thought, and it was… pretty, in a way.

“Well… yeah, maybe,” she said in a small voice, still unsure about discussing things like that. If Shana thought hairless private parts were sexy, did that mean…? And what had she said just a minute ago? Zoe struggled with the question, but it had to be asked. “Um, what did you mean when you said that you… uh, like sexy girls?”

Shana studied her for a moment in silence, as if deciding on something, then she said, “Zoe, do you know what a lesbian is?”

Zoe nodded slowly. She’d heard the word before, she wasn’t that clueless. “It’s a woman who, um… well… likes other women, uh, that way?” She had a good hunch of what Shana was getting at now.

“That’s right,“ Shana said, then spread her hands. “So… there you have it.”

“O-oh.” So that was it. Shana was a lesbian. Zoe wondered briefly if she should be afraid—the hanging-out-naked thing felt even weirder in this context—but no, she couldn’t possibly imagine that Shana would want to harm her in any way. Her thoughts turned instead to her own interest and strange feelings, and it was like a lightbulb switching on in her head. Could it be… that she had a crush on Shana? Was that what being attracted to someone in that way felt like? She’d never really thought about the possibility before.

“But, um, keep that to yourself, okay?” Shana continued. “There’s nothing wrong with it, of course, but… It’s not anyone else’s business, y’know?”

Zoe gave a serious nod, feeling honored that Shana would trust her with something so personal. “I promise,” she said, then a moment later, she cracked a smile and extended her pinkie. Shana grinned back and hooked it with hers.

Lost in thought for a moment, Zoe remembered something she’d read recently. “Hmm, the other day, I read online that you were dating one of the Jonas Brothers. I wasn’t sure if it was true… but I guess it’s not.” The gossip had made her a little angry at the time, though she couldn’t have explained why. Could it be that she was… jealous?

Shana made a disgusted face. “Ugh. Yeah, that’s some media bullshit. Talk to a guy for a few minutes, someone snaps a picture, then suddenly you’re ‘dating.’ Fucking vultures.” She gave herself a shake and looked embarrassed. “Err, sorry about the… language.”

Zoe was a little surprised at the outburst, but she giggled and said, “It’s okay.” She could understand how dealing with that kind of press would be very annoying. She couldn’t help feeling relieved that the rumors about Shana and What’s-his-name were false, though that brought to mind another question. “Um, do you… have a girlfriend, then?”

“No, I’m single right now.” Shana’s lips curled up, and she winked. “Why? Did you want to ask me out?”

Zoe’s cheeks had just begun to cool down, but now she was sure she was red as a beet again. Her thoughts tumbled around in her head and she had a hard time getting them out. “What? N-no! Well, I mean… It’s not… I’m… You wouldn’t…” Fighting to still her racing heart, she took a deep breath. “Even if I did… I’m just a kid, not… sexy or anything.” This was silly, Shana was just teasing her, wasn’t she? There was no chance that the older girl would like her in that way.

But Shana studied Zoe for a long moment, her expression difficult to read. Just when Zoe was beginning to get uncomfortable with the scrutiny, Shana seemed to nod to herself, then said, “Wanna know a secret?”

“O-okay.” Zoe wondered where this was going.

Slowly, Shana leaned in until her mouth was right next to Zoe’s ear. “I think you’re very sexy,” she whispered.

“R-really?” Zoe’s eyes went wide. She couldn’t believe what she’d just heard. Shana Belle thought she was sexy? Very mixed feelings were bubbling up inside her. On one hand, she was pretty sure that Shana wasn’t supposed to say stuff like that to a nine-year-old… but on the other, she was realizing that her feelings for her idol might run deeper than she’d thought, and now Shana was admitting that she felt the same way? The superstar Shana Belle thought she was pretty… and attractive? Zoe couldn’t help feeling thrilled.

“Really,” Shana assured her. She looked deep into Zoe’s eyes, a strange smile playing on her lips.

“Do you feel, like, butterflies in your tummy?” It sounded dumb once the words were out of Zoe’s mouth, but she had to know if Shana felt just like she did.

Shana chuckled. “Butterflies, huh? Yeah, you could put it that way. You make me feel all warm and fuzzy in here.” She put a hand on her belly, then slid it a little lower.

“Oooh, yeah, that’s it! I thought it was just me being weird…”

“Nothing weird about it, sweetie. It’s very normal.” Shana took one of Zoe’s hands in hers. “So… sounds like we’re both into each other, huh? I wonder, what are we going to do about that?”

“Um, what… what do you mean?” Zoe was feeling pretty overwhelmed by everything that was happening, and Shana’s touch wasn’t helping her think calmly.

“Well… if you wanted, I could show you some lovely fun that girls can have with each other.” Shana caressed Zoe’s hand, lightly tracing lines and circles with her fingers.

Zoe knew that Shana wasn’t talking about the same kind of fun they’d had until now. “Um, you mean… like… d-dirty stuff?”

“Some would say that, yeah. I don’t think it’s dirty. I think it’s beautiful.”

Zoe’s heart felt like it was trying to beat its way out of her chest. Shana wanted to do dirty—beautiful?—things with her! She should be alarmed, and was a little scared, but also… curious, maybe? What did Shana have in mind exactly? Whatever it was, though, Zoe knew that it was wrong. “Um, I don’t think we’re supposed to… do stuff like that…”

Shana laughed. Not in a mocking way, but she seemed to be amused. “Oh, definitely not. Your parents would be very mad at me. But…” She waved all that away. “I’m more interested in what you think. Are you curious at all? About sex? I’d love to teach you anything you want to know.”

Zoe could only stare, at a loss for words. Sex? Was that what they were talking about? She’d never really given it that much thought before. She knew about the birds and the bees, of course—she wasn’t a baby. She knew which part was supposed to go where, more or less, but that had always seemed a little weird to her.

And sex between girls? There, she had no clue. Wondering how that would work had never crossed her mind. This afternoon, being naked with Shana, had put a lot of strange thoughts and feelings into her head, though. The thought of touching Shana’s body didn’t seem so bad… In fact, it was making her feel all tingly.

Before she could answer, though, a sudden cold sensation on her belly made her yelp in surprise. Being so wrapped up in their conversation, she’d completely forgotten about the ice cream bowl she was holding. Now the spoon had just fallen out, spilling melted ice cream on her.

“Oops, careful there,” Shana said with a smile.

Zoe giggled, happy for the break in the tension. She looked around for a napkin, a tissue… anything to clean herself up.

“Here, let me,” Shana said, then before Zoe could respond, she swooped down and lapped up the spilled ice cream right from Zoe’s belly. Her tongue felt burning hot compared to the ice cream, and the warm sensation seemed to spread through Zoe’s tummy and down between her legs.

Straightening up, Shana flashed a grin. “Yummy. Even tastier than from the bowl.”

Zoe snorted, and gave Shana a disbelieving look. She doubted that eating ice cream off of somebody made it taste better. Still, Shana’s tongue on her skin had felt… nice, she thought. Exciting, even.

“What? It’s true. Here, you try it.” Shana took a bit of ice cream in her spoon, then let it drop straight on her belly. Immediately, she gasped and grimaced. “God, that’s cold! I didn’t think this through.”

Zoe nearly fell off the couch laughing, but in time she managed to kneel next to Shana and lean in towards the glob of ice cream. She paused a few inches from her goal. Suddenly, this felt kind of naughty. Her eyes drifted down and she realized that her face was very close to Shana’s private parts, all hairless and… sexy. Embarrassed, she quickly averted her eyes the other way, and got a close-up view of Shana’s breasts instead. Just as sexy, somehow.

Feeling herself blushing, Zoe decided to finish this quickly. She opened her mouth wide and captured the small lump of ice cream, using her tongue to scoop it in. Her lips touched Shana’s skin—just like a kiss, she thought. The sweet taste of chocolate spread on her tongue, but with another faint flavor that was hard to define. The taste of Shana, she supposed. The whole experience felt very intimate, and it made the fuzzy feelings in her belly grow more intense.

“So? Tasty, right?” Shana asked after Zoe sat up.

Zoe wasn’t sure the taste of the ice cream itself was better, but for sure there had been something thrilling about eating it off Shana’s body. Maybe that’s what the older girl had meant. She nodded. “Um, is that part of the… ‘fun’ between girls?”

A smile spread on Shana’s lips. “It can be.” She reached out and touched Zoe’s cheek, brushing her fingers against it in a gentle caress. “What I’d really love… is to taste it from your lips.” She looked deep into Zoe’s eyes, and after a moment added, “Do you think that would be okay?”

Zoe stared back at Shana. A kiss, that’s what she was talking about. To kiss Shana, on the mouth. To kiss her idol, her… crush.

She knew she shouldn’t. Her parents would be furious. She was just a kid, Shana an adult. It was wrong. It was everything she’d been warned against.

But at that moment, all that faded into the back of her mind. All that existed was Shana’s amazing blue eyes looking into hers, their naked bodies, the warmth Zoe felt inside her. In that perfect instant, she knew she’d agree to anything Shana wanted. Slowly, she nodded again.

Zoe watched nervously as Shana leaned forward. The older girl’s eyes shone with something Zoe didn’t quite recognize. Then soft lips brushed hers, and all those funny feelings inside her suddenly grew even stronger. She felt strange and lightheaded and wonderful.

Shana’s tongue darted out and licked Zoe’s lips, making her giggle, then it slipped into her mouth. Taken by surprise, Zoe wasn’t sure how to respond at first. She’d seen people French kissing in movies, but she’d never thought about how exactly you did it. She let herself be guided by Shana’s tongue, prodding and twisting around hers, and tried to match the older girl’s movements. Shana still tasted a little like ice cream. The whole thing was pretty funny, actually, and Zoe nearly burst out laughing, but managed to control herself.

She saw that Shana had closed her eyes, and did the same—which was what they did in the movies. With her attention now entirely on their tangling tongues, she lost herself in the kiss. It felt like she had an intimate connection to Shana, like they were speaking a secret language that only the two of them could understand.

When Shana pulled back after some time, Zoe slowly opened her eyes and found the older girl looking at her. They smiled at each other.

“Mmmm,” Shana said. “What do you think?”

Zoe felt a deep blush creeping across her cheeks as the realization fully hit her: she’d just shared her first-ever kiss—a tongue-kiss, even!—with Shana Belle.

“It was… nice. Um, real nice.” She shook her head, unsure of how to describe the feelings coming over her. “I kinda feel tingly all over.”

Shana grinned back. “Me too.” Then she got serious. “But… now, listen, this one’s really important, okay?” One more time, she extended her little finger towards Zoe for a pinkie swear. “You cannot tell anyone about this. Obviously not your parents, but not even your best friend, okay? I would get in really, really huge trouble if anyone at all knew. They’d never let me cut another record. My career would be done. You understand that, right?”

Zoe nodded slowly. She knew that they totally weren’t supposed to be doing stuff like this. She couldn’t even imagine what the grown-ups in her life would say about it. But while she still felt a little nervous about it all… the kiss had been really nice. And of course, the last thing she wanted was to endanger Shana’s music career. She hooked the offered pinkie with hers. “I won’t tell anyone. I swear.”

Shana’s smile returned instantly. “Good girl.” She leaned forward until her forehead touched Zoe’s, and they gazed into each other’s eyes for a moment. “God, you’re so pretty.” Then her lips were on Zoe’s again.

Zoe knew what to expect this time. When she felt Shana’s tongue push between her lips, she welcomed it into her mouth. Their tongues moved together, like a dance, and once again Zoe felt that lovely tingly feeling all over her body, especially in her lower belly, even between her legs.

This time, Shana let her hands wander over Zoe’s body as they kissed, lightly caressing her back, her arms, her thighs. Zoe felt goosebumps appear on her skin wherever those fingers roamed, but it wasn’t unpleasant—on the contrary, Shana’s touch filled her with excitement.

They kissed for what felt like a long while, though Zoe wasn’t quite sure exactly how long. Somehow, it seemed difficult to keep track of time in Shana’s arms. When the kiss finally broke, she found herself a little out of breath.

She offered Shana a shy smile. “You were right. This stuff is, um… pretty fun.”

“Isn’t it?” Shana smiled back, her eyes full of mischief. She took one of Zoe’s hands and brought it to her lips, depositing a few kisses on the back of it, then on the palm. “Mmmm, there are so many things I want to teach you,” she said, her voice sounding a little weird, more hoarse than before. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “But um, listen… okay, I probably should have led with this, sorry… but I need you to know that if I do anything that you don’t like, or that makes you uncomfortable, you can tell me to stop and I will, right then. You’re the boss, okay?”

“Okay!” Zoe hadn’t really imagined that Shana would do things she didn’t want, but it was still reassuring to hear. She wondered what else Shana could have in mind.

“Good.” Shana pressed her lips to Zoe’s hand once again, then looked up. “More kisses?”

Zoe giggled. “Y-yes,” she said softly, still feeling a little shy about the whole thing. Her day sure had taken an unexpected turn. The look in Shana’s eyes promised more surprises and, though nervous, Zoe found herself eager to find out what they might be.

Shana began to kiss her way up Zoe’s arm, which didn’t help with the giggling fit. It felt nice, though, each brush of the lips leaving her skin tingling. Once she reached the shoulder, Shana paused a moment and met Zoe’s gaze, then kissed her mouth again.

Zoe was happy to go for another make-out session. This one didn’t last as long, though, and she was a little disappointed when Shana broke away. That is, until the older girl moved down and started nuzzling her neck, revealing a new kind of pleasure.

“Mm, this is nice,” Zoe said, surprised. “It’s funny. I didn’t think my neck could, like, feel so good.”

“I think you’ll find that most body parts can feel good, if you touch or kiss them in the right manner.” As if to demonstrate, Shana flicked her tongue at Zoe’s earlobe, then sucked on it gently.

“That tickles!” Zoe gasped. “But in a nice way.”

“Yeah? Then how about…” Shana slid her hand over Zoe’s tummy, then higher up until she reached her chest. “…over here?” She traced little circles around one of Zoe’s nipples with a fingertip.

Zoe squirmed a bit. That felt ticklish as well, and sent a shiver through her body. She could feel her nipple stiffen at Shana’s touch. “Yeah… not bad,” she said, uncertainly, embarrassed that Shana was touching her flat chest.

“Just not bad, huh?” Shana sounded slightly disappointed. “I guess you’re still really young. That gets more fun when you get a little more… developed.”

Zoe couldn’t keep her eyes from drifting over to Shana’s breasts. She wondered if hers would look as beautiful one day. “Um, like yours?”

“Yeah. Just like that.”

Zoe hesitated. Did Shana want to be touched there? She wanted to make Shana feel good too, but… She began to raise a hand, then let it drop. No, she couldn’t possibly do that. Could she?

It was like Shana could read her mind. “You can, if you want,” she said, with an encouraging smile.

Heart racing, Zoe brought her hand up again. She wasn’t even sure what to do, but followed Shana’s example and traced a circle around a nipple with her thumb. When Shana breathed in sharply, Zoe got scared and stopped. “Is t-this okay?”

Shana quickly nodded. “Mmmm, more than okay. It feels great, keep going.”

“O-oh.” Reassured, and happy to give Shana pleasure, Zoe resumed her movements. She teased the nipple with her finger for a while, then tried out some other things. She cupped the breast with her hand, the nipple very stiff against her palm, then gave it a little squeeze before starting over with the other one. Shana’s boobs felt nice and firm… and very exciting to play with, she had to admit.

Judging by the happy sounds Shana was making, she was enjoying it a lot too. She was watching Zoe intently, biting her bottom lip, and her breathing was getting a little funny. After a moment, she cupped Zoe’s chin and brought their lips together again.

The kiss felt more urgent this time, more… passionate, maybe that was the word. Shana’s mouth was hungry, and Zoe felt a need of her own growing in response.

“You’re such a little hottie,” Shana breathed as their lips parted.

“T-thanks,” Zoe replied, her voice shaky. She still had trouble believing all this was really happening, that Shana was attracted to her, that this sexy older girl thought she was hot. She wondered what was next. Should she play with Shana’s boobs some more, or kiss her again, or…

Finally, she decided to ask. “Um, so, what else feels good?”

Shana’s eyes shone brightly with excitement. “Well, there’s still the one spot, that place that feels the best of all.” She carefully placed her hand on Zoe’s thigh. “I think you know where that is, right?”

Zoe thought that yes, she did know which spot that was. When Shana’s hand started going up her leg, fingers trailing along her inner thigh, she was even more certain. She found herself short of breath as Shana’s fingers drew closer and closer to her intimate place.

Shana stopped an inch short of her goal, then met Zoe’s eyes. “Is this okay?”

Zoe swallowed. What was she supposed to do? Nobody should be touching her private parts, she knew that, but… this was Shana, who she loved and trusted. And everything they had done up to now had been great. Lost in those beautiful blue eyes, she felt herself nod.

Shana smiled brightly. “You’ll see, it’ll be magical.” She gently brushed Zoe’s privates with a finger, from bottom to top then back again.

The touch felt electric, like a little shock spreading out from between Zoe’s legs. But not a bad one, like if you play with a wall socket, more like a happy jolt of pleasure. She saw Shana waiting for a reaction, and said, “That kinda… tickles.” That wasn’t really the right word, but she wasn’t sure how to describe the feeling.

“But… in a nice way?”

“Y-yeah.”

Shana began to press forward with her finger, slowly sliding it between the little lips of Zoe’s sex. For a moment, Zoe was afraid it was going to hurt because the finger felt rough against her sensitive skin down there, but Shana’s movements were slow and careful. Suddenly that finger seemed to move effortlessly, much to Zoe’s relief, tracing up and down along the opening of her slit.

Shana flashed a knowing smile. “Mmmm. Yeah, I’d say you’re definitely enjoying this.”

Zoe felt like she was missing some kind of joke, but her mind was on other things. She was enjoying it, that much was certain. In fact, it seemed to be feeling better and better, and she found herself very disappointed when Shana suddenly took her hand away. Puzzled, she glanced up at the older girl.

Shana sat up straight on the couch, opened her legs, and patted the spot in front of her. “Here, sit between my legs.”

Zoe seated herself as indicated, leaning back against Shana. “Like this?” She could feel Shana’s hard nipples poking at her back.

“Just like that,” Shana said, bending down to kiss Zoe’s cheek, her ear and her neck, making her giggle. Then that hand was back between Zoe’s legs, a finger between the little lips there, and the giggles turned to a moan.

Zoe was beginning to see what was “magical” about this. She wasn’t even sure what Shana was doing to her, but it felt so good, especially when the girl’s finger brushed the top of her privates.

Little cries kept escaping Zoe’s lips, even though she didn’t mean for them to. The craziest thing was that the pleasure just kept building up. It had been pretty nice at first, but now it was… so much more. It felt like what those butterflies had been waiting for all along.

Shana’s fingers moved faster now, and there was a pressure growing in Zoe’s belly. With some alarm, she realized it was beginning to feel kind of like… “Uh, wait. Shana. Stop.”

Shana’s movements quickly paused. “What’s wrong, baby?” she asked, concern in her voice.

“I feel, uh… I think I need to go to the bathroom.”

Shana chuckled. “Ooh, I see. No, it’s okay. You won’t pee, don’t worry.” She resumed moving her fingers. “It’s normal. Just let it come, it’ll be wonderful.”

Zoe still felt a little anxious, but she trusted Shana, and tried to relax. That strange pressure continued to build, but with it came more and more pleasure. How could this feel so good? What was it leading to? Her whole body grew tense, and she was beginning to think she couldn’t take much more. Then there was a kind of crazy surge in her body, and she stopped thinking altogether.

Her hands gripped Shana’s thighs and her back arched as the best feeling she’d ever had filled her, wave after wave of pure pleasure spreading out from between her legs. She’d never imagined anything like this. It seemed to go on and on, leaving her breathless.

After some time—it felt like a while, but Zoe wasn’t sure, it might have been only a few seconds—the intense sensations faded away, and she slowly became aware of her surroundings once again. She was panting, and Shana was holding her tightly, nuzzling her hair.

“What… wow. That was… amazing. What was that?” Zoe said, the words clumsy on her lips.

“That, my darling, is called an orgasm. Or coming,” Shana explained, then leaned over to kiss Zoe’s cheek. “And it’s the best thing in the world, isn’t it?”

Zoe laughed, still feeling giddy from the experience. “I… yeah, I’d say so. It was… wow. I didn’t know something could feel so good.”

“I take it you never touched yourself like that, huh?”

“N-no.” Could she make herself feel like that? “Sometimes in the bath, it feels a little funny when I wash, like, down there, y’know? But I never did it for long… and it never felt like that.”

“Yeah, it’s better if you’re already turned on… and I’d say it’s generally better if someone else does it for you. For my part, I’m honored to have given you your very first orgasm,” Shana said, giving Zoe a big hug.

Giggling, Zoe shifted around to face Shana, and hugged her back. “Thank you.”

“Oh, it was my pleasure, believe me.” Shana gave Zoe a soft peck on the lips, then her smile turned playful. “Want another?”

Zoe let out a surprised laugh. “Now?” She’d barely recovered from the first one… but seeing the look in Shana’s eyes—that sexy sparkle of excitement that she was beginning to know well—made her all tingly again, and she grinned back. “Yeah!”

“Good.” Shana gave her another kiss. “Let’s go to my room this time.”

Doing it in Shana’s own bed sounded even more thrilling. Zoe bounded to her feet, but she soon realized that her legs were all weak and shaky, and she had to windmill her arms to keep from falling onto the coffee table.

“Whoa, careful there,” Shana said, reaching out to steady Zoe. “You’ll usually feel a little wobbly after coming. It’s normal, but take care and don’t break your neck.” She chuckled, as if she’d suddenly thought of something funny. Without warning, she put an arm under Zoe’s knees and another at her back, and lifted her straight off the ground. “Let me help you, my lady,” she said, grinning.

Wrapping both arms around Shana’s neck, Zoe buried her face against the other girl’s chest, laughing. She was a little old to be carried around like a baby, but if it was Shana doing the carrying, she didn’t mind too much. She imagined herself as a princess being carried by a noble lover, and felt her cheeks heat up at the thought.

On to Part Three!