Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Sunnybunny

The pep talk had helped gird Heather’s loins well enough to chance a reappearance into the dining area. After all, her secret was still safe, even if it was just for the moment, so why should she have any fear of taking one stupid order for a cup of coffee to go for the man? She couldn’t deny a naughty thrill shivering up her spine.

In another life, she had attended a masquerade party. The invitations were very specific in their instructions: Wear your finest evening wear, do not reveal your real name, keep your mask on at all times. She recalled drifting through the crowds of elegantly dressed couples, wearing a long gown with her hair piled high into an elaborate crown. The mask she selected was emerald green with crimson sequins framing her dark eyes. Heather had invented a whole new persona that evening, wandering through threads of guests as a mysterious seductress, catching the eye of men and women alike who practically begged her for information about her real identity. It proved an intoxicating experience and she had always yearned for a second chance. Now…

Heather put on her best 100 watt smile and pushed through the swinging doors only to freeze in place yet again. Sheriff Rick Glazer was still seated in a corner booth, arms draped over the back like he owned the place and had every intention of getting cozy. His hat was off and plopped down on the table in front of him, showing off his full head of salt and pepper hair slightly matted against his head. He was smiling proudly across from him, revealing coffee-stained teeth.

Angie was seated across from him and leaning forward with both elbows resting against the tabletop. Today she was wearing a pair of faded cut-offs, home-made with white strands of cloth tickling her knees. The thighs were covered in colorful sharpie doodles of hearts and stars. Her shirt was purple with a cluster of My Little Ponies galloping across the front. Her long hair was done up at the back of her head, held in place with a hair clip.

The sight of the two casually sharing a private conversation just feet away nearly made the woman empty her bowels. Her stomach certainly seemed pretty keen on the idea anyway. The two looked up at the same moment.

“Howdy,” Rick called, waving her over. It was a friendly enough gesture but with the one motion, Heather had to seriously fight the urge to run out the back of the restaurant. “I apologize about earlier, really I do! Just couldn’t help but having some fun. As you can imagine, there aren’t exactly a lot of hardened criminals for me to apprehend around here!” He laughed at his own joke. “I hope you won’t hold it against me?”

“Of course not,” Heather replied weakly and shuffled over. “Can I get you a refill on your coffee?”

Angie was trying to meet her gaze, but Heather was quick to avoid making eye contact.

Rick swirled the coffee still in the bottom of his mug around, giving the idea a studying silence. “Suppose so. Do you know the saddest sight in the whole wide world?”

“Afraid I don’t,” she confessed, looking down to avoid Angie’s eyes.

“The bottom of your coffee cup!” He howled at that one and passed the cup along into Heather’s hand.

“I’ll be right back.”

Heather poured a fresh cup and returned it quickly. It was a fight just to keep them from noticing how badly she was trembling.

“Angie, this here is Heather Freemantle,” he introduced her with a tip of the mug.

“Oh,” Angie replied, beaming. “We’ve met already. Huh, Heather?” There was no malice in her voice, no darker implication that the two were sharing some sort of secret. Just a bright reply that wouldn’t have been out of place coming from any other child her age. She would have appeared happy to have done something ahead of a grown-up and that’s exactly how Rick Glazer took it.

“Well, then, it should have been YOU introducing ME!” He laughed again and tipped the cup into his mouth and gulped loudly.

Angie went on, “She bought me ice cream from the general store. Right, Heather?”

Heather was yet to acknowledge either of her statements. It was all she could do to keep from shattering to pieces in front of them. The tension was growing unbearable. Why me? She wondered. What did I do to deserve all of this torture?

“Well, isn’t that just the nicest thing!” Rick cried. There was nothing quiet about the guy. His statement was genuine enough, however. and Heather really did wonder if the most serious crime you could commit in Oasis was your cattle getting out and blocking an intersection. “I sure hope you’re sticking around for a spell now?”

“I really don’t know,” Heather replied honestly. “Just sort of… seeing how things work out.”

“Take things one day at a time,” Rick advised. “Most common story around here when it comes to how they came to putting down stakes begins with ‘I was just passing thru’! Take me and my kin for example –”

But Mama Maven was there to cut him off. “If she did, then she wouldn’t get any more work done. With the way you carry on, she’ll be here for a dog’s age.” She winked up at Heather, who mouthed a silent ‘thank you’ in reply.

Rick checked his wristwatch and nodded, rising from the booth with his mug and hat in hand. “When you’re right, you’re right, Mama. Top me off before I go?”

Maven fetched the pot and a to-go Styrofoam cup, filled it to the brim, and sealed it up with a plastic lid. “Now git!”

Rick tipped his hat. “Yes ma’am! Don’t think you’re off the hook tho, missy!” He warned. “You’re going to hear every one of my stories eventually.”

“Are you going to let him talk to her like that?” Angie asked Maven and the room erupted in laughter (save for Heather, of course).

They watched through the square-shaped windows lining the front of the store as he left, Heather only daring to breathe again once his squad car was out of sight.

“You still look ill.” It took Heather a minute to realize Maven was speaking to her. “Yes, you! Why not take off today? No, don’t you dare argue with your elder AND your employer. I can’t have you fainting in the middle of my floor. We aren’t insured for that!” It got Heather to crack a tiny smile and agree.

Heather stuffed her apron, notepad, and pencil beneath the register and started for the door to find Angie blocking her way. Heather stared at her cautiously, as if she were a poisonous snake instead of a little girl. They looked each other up and down, from the feet to the tops of their heads. Heather noted that Angie’s shoes were different colors, pink and red.

“Are you ignoring me?” she asked. Her nose scrunched up a little when Angie asked this, making something in Heather’s chest seize up tight.

“No, of course not,” Heather lied.

“You are,” Angie accused. “You’re a bad liar.”

“I am not lying,” said Heather, lying badly.

A clatter of pans banging into the deep kitchen sinks startled them both.

That’s it…

Heather lashed out and snatched Angie by the wrist and lead her outside. The heat was stifling, even at such an early hour, but she barely felt it. Heather was jumping at shadows now! It was time to resolve this, she told herself.

“I’m tired of this,” she hissed once they were outside and she was sure nobody was around to hear them. The parking lot was deserted now. Indeed, the entire town had fallen into its regular doze of inaction.

Angie met her eyes angrily. “So am I!”

She stooped down to the child’s level, meeting her eyes at long, long, long last. “Look, I am sorry. I am sorry for everything that has happened to you. I’m sorry for what I did to you, if I could take it all back I would but…” She stopped, wondering where this was all headed. “But I want you to promise me that what happened will stay between us.”

Angie was looking at Heather strangely. Surprise, yes, that was certainly present but there was also a healthy dose of…sadness in her young eyes. “I already told you what I want…” She did not sound her usual self now. There was real doubt there now and Heather thought she was finally getting through to the girl.

“That can’t happen, Angie,” Heather said patiently.

“Why can’t it?” she protested. “Just once, just for this once, I want to get what I want.”

“It just can’t. Okay? Can you please try and understand that?”

Angie shook her head stubbornly. “I know that you want it too! You want me just like everyone else does, but the one time I want to GIVE myself to someone –”

“Okay, I DO want you!” Heather shouted, unable to contain her temper any longer. “Is that what you want to hear? Will that be enough?” She lowered her voice, hating how easily she forgot herself, hating how much this child was affecting her. “I’m a horrid person and I would deserve to be carted off for what I did. Are you satisfied now?”

Angie was getting agitated too, throwing her hands up in the air and stamping her foot. “Why would you think I would want that?”

“It’s what I deserve!” Heather confessed. “I hate so much what I did to you, Angie. You’re such a sweet girl and –”

“Stop that,” Angie said sternly and all at once it felt like their roles were reversed. “Stop saying you’re sorry. Shoot, I’m not! I’m glad it happened.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying.” Heather took a short walk away, both hands over her mouth while she fought the urge to scream again.

Angie was hot on her heels though, refusing to give up. “I want it to happen again!”

“You don’t mean that,” Heather turned away but Angie jumped in front of her with both arms stretched out wide to block her path. “Angie, you’re too young to –”

“To what?” she challenged. “To know how to suck dick? Well, I know how to do that already. To know how to get myself off? I know how to do that, too. What about having something put up my ass? Do you get me now?”

Heather stared down at her, dumbfounded and utterly speechless, each confession coming out as a hard blow to her middle. It was horrible, the things she was revealing to Heather. The kind of abused life she had been subjected to. Worse, it was getting her hot. Perhaps it was the taboo of such acts or maybe it was hearing someone so young talk so dirty, but whatever it was, her crotch was burning with need by the time Angie was done.  Something must have shown on Heather’s face because Angie smiled slowly.

“You like that, huh?” she taunted. “Want me to tell you more?”

Heather shook her head, no, fearing her own voice. She could not stop from marveling at how tightly Angie’s cut offs clung to her lower body and outlined her legs and hips deliciously. She wondered what her butt would look like…

“I could tell you what I do to myself late at night,” she cooed naughtily. “When all the lights in the house are out and it’s just me beneath my sheets. Would you like that?”

Heather tried to swallow but couldn’t. The only thing that seemed to work was her head as it nodded, yes, making Angie grin. What she said next surprised them both. “Will you give me a lift home?”

Heather gaped in confusion. “I… what? You would want to get in my car again, after what happened?”

Angie laughed at that. It was a merry sound that tickled Heather all over. “I would appreciate it. I didn’t ride my bike today, and I don’t really want to hang around my dad’s garage all day…”

Heather knew where all of this would lead, could see it as clearly as the miles of highway she had traveled so far to get here. If they got in that car together, there would be no turning back. A veritable point of no return for both of them.

“Okay,” Heather nodded.

Heather had left her car keys inside of her motel room and went inside to retrieve them. She left Angie standing out beside the car however, under strict instruction. Heather doubted herself enough despite agreeing to the lift home but the idea of the two of them alone together in a private space, behind a door with a lock on it AND a wide bed present was too much to risk. She was still light-headed from her scare earlier. That combined with the hints Angie had given about what her home life had been like…

Heather took her time collecting the keys, pausing in the bathroom to run some cold water into the sink basin and splash a few handfuls into her flushed face. It felt good, making her shiver a little as her nerves unwound from the adrenaline high. She sighed and took stock of her reflection. The woman staring back at her looked terrified to the point of exhaustion. The fitful sleep she managed to snatch left heavy bags under her eyes. Mama Maven had been right about her complexion earlier, as she looked white as a sheet. Even in the forgiving dim light of the tiny bathroom, she looked ill. The day had certainly taken its toll and it wasn’t even half over.

Was she really going through with this? The key ring bulging out of her jean pocket certainly seemed to suggest so. It pressed urgently into her thigh, almost willing her to hurry. Heather briefly considered a chemical solution to her anxiety and swung the door of the medicine cabinet open. Inside was a bottle of prescribed Valium and her fingers teased at the orange body before deciding against it. If she was going to be on the road, even a deserted one, Heather would need her wits about her. Besides that, if anything were to happen she did not want to give herself an excuse to blame the weakness on drugs. The door to the cabinet shut with a decidedly sharp click.

Instead of the tablets, she swallowed a few handfuls of faucet water and toweled off. Patting the pocket with the keys inside, she switched off all the lights and headed for the door just as Angie was coming inside.

“I told you to wait outside,” she said and made a shooing motion with both hands.

“Well, I got bored,” Angie protested, ignoring the gesture. “And it’s really hot out there. What are you doing in here, anyway?”

“Nothing,” Heather parried quickly.

“It took that long to do nothing?”

“Do you want a ride home or not?”

Angie looked like she wanted to say more but thought better of it in another display of wisdom beyond her young years. Heather followed her out into the parking lot, making a point to avert her gaze to the top of the girl’s head to keep herself from checking out her butt.

How pathetic can you get? She asked herself, unlocking Angie’s door first before making her way to the driver’s side and climbing in. Having to go out of your way to keep yourself from perving on her out in the open like that?

The air inside was stifling, Angie already fanning herself with both hands. As soon as the engine ignited, both windows came down and the top peeled away from a clear blue sky.

“Have I mentioned how much I love your car?” Angie asked. “Because I LOVE your car!”

“Fasten your seat belt,” Heather ordered before a smile could creep onto her face.

“Yes, ma’am,” Angie intoned, deepening her voice like a military recruit. “Is that what you like? To be in charge? To boss people around?”

The shift in conversation was so severe that it took Heather a moment to catch up. “I — what?”

Angie stretched the seat belt over her waist and snapped it into position. “I read about it before and there are movies too! It’s like… you get to be in charge and get to like tie the other person up.”

Heather balked. Was she ever going to get used to hearing these things come flooding out of her mouth?

“There’s a word for it, but I can’t remember what it is,” Angie confessed, looking over at Heather for help. “But you know what I mean?”

Heather blinked. “Oh, yes. I mean, I know what you mean — what you’re talking about but — no. it’s not really… me.” Was she seriously having this conversation right now? Confessing her turn-ons to someone so young? She decided to ignore the next few questions and focus on getting them out of the parking lot alive and not crash into the huge sign on the way out.

“Well, what DO you like, Heather?”

“You like it when I talk about dirty stuff, huh?”

“Hey, are you ignoring me again?”

Heather answered all these questions with one of her own. “Where do you live?” She could hear Angie breath a frustrated sigh before pointing.

“Head to the east end of town. It’s another paved road headin’ out of town. Our trailer is parked along the highway there, the only thing out that way for miles. We don’t have no neighbors.”

Heather nodded her head and cut the wheel into a quick turn. Once the Mustang straightened out again, she leveled her foot against the accelerator and sent the car roaring up the road, making Angie laugh with delight. She threw her slender arms up into the air and whooped loudly as if she were barreling down the first drop on a roller coaster. It was another long fight to keep from reveling in her antics.

“Is it just you and your father?” Heather tried to steer the conversation back to something resembling normal.

“Yeah, since Mom left. He’s had maybe a couple of people over and I always know when they have sex because his room is right next to mine but mostly the only visitor he gets is Sheriff Rick.”

So much for trying to keep the conversation casual…

Angie continued, “They spend all day drinking down at the station and then go back to our house to do it all over again.”

Heather couldn’t stop herself from saying, “After a hard day of drinking, they unwind with an easy night of drinking.”

Angie grinned brightly, relieved that Heather was showing some signs of loosening up. “And then go off to sleep because tomorrow morning, they have to get up early and start drinking!”

Heather wondered if joking around with her was a step in the wrong direction. “That must get pretty annoying.”

Angie shrugged and averted her gaze out the window again, resting her chin on the cup of her hand. “Yeah. Sheriff Rick taught me how to play darts, though. And I’m pretty good at ping pong now.”

Heather glanced over in alarm. “They don’t let you drink with them, do they?”

That got her laughing again. She shook her head. “God, no! You met the Sheriff! Do you really think he would let me within three feet of their beer?”

She had a point there, Rick did seem like the type to walk the straight and narrow. Heather wondered how far he got in the Boy Scouts. Her money was on ‘Eagle’. Probably even a short stint in the military when he was younger. National Guard, maybe. He seemed like the Weekend Warrior-type.

Walter the 50-Year-Old Virgin, wily old Mama Maven, Dudley Do-Right Sheriff Rick, and angelic little Angie Lawrence. Heather found herself rounding out quite the cast of quirky sitcom characters, just primed for a series. She was quick to remind herself that the character seriously leering at preteen girls isn’t a trope and would better fit as the villainess of some Lifetime original movie.

“You have a point,” replied Heather.

After a moment of relative silence, Angie perked up. “What do you want to see?”

Heather was so lost in thought it took her another moment to be torn from her brooding. Once back to reality, it took her another beat to recognize what was being asked.

“Do you want me to take my shirt off for you?” Angie tucked her elbow into the bottom of her t-shirt, preparing to pull it off over her head.

Heather gasped. The car slid sideways into the other lane, she was so distracted. If the road had not been deserted, if they had been driving anywhere else in the entire world… “Angie, stop!” Her voice came out in a high shriek of panic.

Angie frowned, dropping her hands to her lap. “Isn’t this why you’re driving me home?”

It was a question Heather had been wrestling with since they left. Her intentions were a mess of conflicting desires. What was right? What was wrong? What was easy? Heather once thought she knew the answer to all of these questions, but in just a couple of days, one little girl had managed to throw all those delicate cards up and scatter them into the air.

“I don’t… know. Angie, there is something you have to understand. What I did? I have never done that before. Ever. To anyone. So all of this is just coming at me so fast, and I’m still just trying to… to DEAL with it all.”

Angie stared back at her, blankly before asking, “Does that mean you’ve never had sex before?”

“I — what? Of course, I’ve had sex before!” Why did she sound so offended by the question? “That isn’t what I meant, Angie.”

“Then what do you mean?” Her question was genuine. It contained no exasperation or frustration, just mere curiosity and a childlike desire to know more. That said, her questions were starting to work on Heather’s nerves.

“It means…!” She paused, stuck and completely unsure of what any of it meant. She covered her brow with one hand, keeping the other one steady on the wheel while she tried to sort her thoughts out.

Reclining in her seat, Angie gave her a studying silence while they drove and lifted her legs. As if it were their first trip together all over again, she crossed her legs and planted her heels on the dash. In the distance, a green and silver rectangle loomed, hazy in the heat drifting up from the blacktop. Heather had anticipated a silver camper type of dwelling, the kind that can be hooked up to a pickup and hauled around from place to place, but this structure was a more permanent fixture. It was much longer, the tires off, and covered by aluminum siding to mask its mobile-origins. The front lawn was littered with relics of her father’s job. A beat-up four-door was lifted off the desert floor by a cluster of cinder blocks. The hood of the car was yawning open like a toothless mouth, the insides gutted completely.

Heather saw the vague outline of a driveway and nosed the mustang down it, pulling up close to Angie’s front door. Her father at work meant the place was deserted. All the curtains were drawn closed in the windows. The paint on the short rise of steps leading up to the front door was faded and peeling away. A path had been cleared away with the wide shovel in the early morning, no doubt by Angie’s father before driving them both into town. Already his work was being masked in fresh drifts of sand.

Overall the property felt cold, abandoned. Lonely. That word kept returning to Heather as she took in the unfamiliar surroundings. “If you didn’t tell me, I would never guess anyone lived here.”

Angie looked around the place as if seeing it for the first time herself. “I guess it really ain’t much. But it’s home…”

Heather looked toward Angie at the uncharacteristically melancholy statement but found Angie looking right back at her. “Do you want me to sit real still again, so you can touch me? Just like the last time?”

The scenario was nearly identical. Only their clothes and time of day were altered.

Heather cut the engine, listening to the steady tick as it cooled. There was nobody home, nobody for miles. The chances of someone even driving casually by and spotting them was almost nonexistent. So why did she feel so exposed all of a sudden? She realized all at once that it had nothing to do with the idea of getting caught or seen by one of the townsfolk. It was the feeling that something so forbidden, something that she so desired could be collected this easily. Angie was watching from within arm’s reach, her willingness to strip down to nothing for Heather already quite clear.

“I don’t mind,” Angie went on when Heather did not answer her. “I liked it. Really, I did. I wish I could touch you too, Heather, but if you don’t want that, I won’t and just let you do it, like last time.”

She kept intoning that, ‘like last time’, dredging up that strange evening all over again. Heather had not forgotten what Angie’s body had felt like. Her hands itched to familiarize themselves with her again…

“We can just do slow stuff at first? Like, you could touch me some and maybe later we can try kissing or I could tell you some stories about what I’ve done or maybe let you look at me without –”

She was talking so fast that Heather held up a hand to stop her. it was all too much, coming in too fast again, flooding her imagination with the possibilities. She could see them, as if recalling a dream. Getting together like this every so often so Heather could shamelessly grope her body until she was comfortable enough to try more. Gods, with just a word Angie would gladly strip for her.

In a rush, Heather leaned across the seats and placed a hand against Angie’s cheek. She coaxed her forward, meeting her in the middle in a desperate kiss. Angie’s lips were soft, much softer than she imagined them to be. In all her wildest fantasies, whenever she tried to picture what it would be like to kiss the girl, nothing compared to the real thing.

It took some adjusting however. Angie’s mouth was much smaller than her own. This, mingled with Heather’s burst of passion, meant neither had time to consider their inherent differences. Angie’s inexperience in kissing showed right away, adding to how awkward their first shared embrace had been destined to be. Only when Angie tried to unceremoniously slip her tongue into Heather’s mouth did they break away from each other in a mad fit of laughter. They laughed until tears were rolling down their cheeks and then they laughed some more.

“Warn a girl next time!” Angie howled, clutching her sides.

“Me?” Heather shot back through her laughter. “You slipped me the tongue on a first date!”

That made them laugh all the harder.

Angie’s feet slipped off the dash and planted down hard on the floor. She leaned over her knees and waited for the last of her chuckles to go away. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, I can’t stop laughing!”

Heather rubbed her cheeks, aching from smiling so long. “Me either. Angie, you’re too much!”

Angie turned her head, resting her cheek against the tops of her knees, considering Heather, “Not too much for you though. I really liked kissing you…”

Heather inhaled deeply through her nose, exhaled easily, and the knot in her chest seemed to loosen. “I liked it too…”

They let their statements of mutual desire hang in the air. The gap was still between them, but now the distance did not seem so great. All they would need to do was reach across to one another…. Angie was already leaning far out with her hand extended. It was just up to Heather now.

Wordlessly, Angie straightened up in her seat, unfastened her seat belt and closed the distance between them. Heather anticipated her leaning across and sharing another kiss, could even see it. This one would be gentler, less hurried, taking their time to explore one another’s mouths — but she was climbing over the seat divider and crawled straight into Heather’s lap. She straddled Heather, sitting on the older woman’s thighs and locked her hands behind her neck.

Heather cradled her close, embracing Angie without any of her earlier hesitation. She was so light in Heather’s lap… and warm. Her hands traced up those slender sides and into her shirt. Angie made no protest and ran her fingers through Heather’s thick hair, drawing it back and away from her face. They stared from inches apart, so close their noses were nearly touching. Time slowed around them. Angie let her eyes drift closed and tilted her head ever so slightly. Heather mirrored her.

Guided by their shared desire, they closed those remaining inches and their lips met again. A thrill of excitement shivered up Heather’s spine, making her straighten up in the seat. Angie’s rear pressed hard against the wheel. From this position, they were almost the same height. Her hands glided higher over Angie’s bare flesh, taking in the gentle rise of her butt and the slope into the middle of her back.

Heather hummed into the kiss, unable to stop herself. Angie’s lips, so impossibly soft. Kissing them was an intoxicating experience. The girl tasted of fresh strawberries, plucked from the most forbidden of gardens. There was a carefree energy of youth beneath those sweet lips, something Heather had never experienced before.

Heather’s hands plunged into the back of Angie’s shorts, into her underwear to cup her bare buttocks. Angie gasped against Heather’s mouth, shivering all over as if she had been tickled rather than caressed. Her eyes never opened though. If anything they squeezed shut even tighter until little lines appeared at their corners. She was trying to memorize the moment, Heather realized. To savor every little detail of the experience in case it never happened again.

Heather raised her head, chasing that sweet mouth and hungry for another kiss.

Heather’s hands were eager to explore further and she willed them to slow to little avail. They seemed to possess a will all their own, the palms housing little mouths that hungered for more bare flesh. Angie’s buttocks were heavenly, warm and firm from years of long walks and biking about town. In fact, her entire body was toned better than most athletes twice her age. Heather gave it another squeeze that sent the girl jumping in her lap, shivering and settling back down as though she had depressed a most intimate of buttons. Heather dreamily wondered if Angie’s ass was her weak spot, and her hands were just as excited to find out.

The entire experience was ethereal, possessing a surreal dream-like quality, as if Heather were watching them from a distance through a hazy filter. If this be a dream, she thought, please never let me awaken.

Heather broke the kiss and attacked the crook of the girl’s neck, nibbling and licking at the large vein there before settling over her bony collarbone. Angie was mewling quietly in her arms, rolling her head back and allowing Heather easier access to the tender flesh. She smoothed Angie’s t-shirt up the flat surface of her belly, revealing a glow of more bare skin. She was warm all over, almost hot and tanned a golden brown, the color of freshly baked bread.

Angie raised her arms and pulled the shirt over her head without being asked. It fell into the floorboard, forgotten at once. Heather leaned back in her seat to marvel at the girl’s bare body, awed by its perfection. Etched in her sun-soaked flesh were the faint outlines of a bathing suit top, but there was little for it to have covered. Her breasts were non-existent and her chest remained perfectly flat, featureless save for the dark points of her nipples. There was a faint cleft in the middle of her chest where a tiny seed lay that longed for a day to bud the fruit of real breasts, but for now it was a being sowed in an even field.

Her shoulders were dusted with the same speckle of freckles her nose and cheeks bore.

Heather started from the tops of Angie’s cutoffs and fanned her hands out over the girl’s tummy. Angie’s flushed cheeks tugged up into a wicked smile, and she leaned away and balanced against the tops of Heather’s knees. Heather caressed her palms up Angie’s middle, relishing every inch of the girl’s tender body. She lavished her nipples with affection, rolling the stiff points between each of her fingers and, as if each of her digits contained an electrical spark, Angie squirmed and jolted, cooing softly.

Heather was trembling all over, her arousal reaching a fever pitch until her nerves were a jumbled mess of electricity. She was a battery, feeding off of Angie’s body until a tremendous energy was built up between them, threatening to erupt in a glorious explosion of shared lust. She could feel her thin panties clinging to her like a second skin, completely soaked through. Her own nipples had sharpened into fine points, so sensitive now that the need to be touched radiated out through her chest, tightening around her heart until she felt like it would suffocate her.

She drew the child forward and shakily took one of those nipples between her lips. Angie gasped and bowed forward, cradling the older woman’s head as she suckled like a nursing babe. They felt smaller on her tongue, not what she anticipated at all. She teased the sensitive ends with just the faintest pressure of teeth, backed off and licked their heated tips like an apology. Angie was melting in her arms, becoming so jittery that Heather had to wrestle her with both arms to keep her still.

“Oh, Heather… Heather, Heather! OH, GOD, yes!”

Angie’s pleading was driving her mad, spurring her to switch to her neglected nipple and start the process all over again, finding this one ready and harder than the last.

“Heather… Heather… HEATHER wait! STOP!”

The sudden panic in the girl’s voice was enough. Heather looked up into the girl’s face, but Angie was staring up the road, toward town. It was still more than a mile off, but the unmistakable dust cloud of a vehicle could clearly be seen against the black backdrop of highway road. Someone was coming and with no other roads branching off of the main, it would take them right past Angie’s trailer. And there was no way of knowing who was inside.

Angie wiggled out of Heather’s lap and fell back into her seat, the two of them glancing around quickly for her discarded t-shirt. The floor boards were bare and their bodies were still getting used to being untangled from one another. It was dumb luck that they were sitting because Heather doubted she could rely on her legs to hold her up, much less be tasked with walking.

The V-shaped cloud of desert sand drew closer at a leisurely pace so if the driver suspected something was amiss just down the road, they weren’t showing it. Angie had crawled unsteadily into the back seat, rooting all over the bench for the article of clothing but came up empty. Neither could focus on the shirt, as the vehicle seemed to be bearing down on them impossibly fast in their state of panic.

Angie was chanting, “Dammit, shit, fuck, fucking, FUCK!” At last she gave up the search and hopped over the back and ran, scrambled up to her front door, and disappeared inside. Heather was left alone trying to act natural, not knowing HOW to act natural, and completely failing. Apprehension had a vice lock over her heart that only tightened as the stranger drew nearer.  Practicality dictated that she and Angie were too far away to be seen clearly. From such a distance, the driver would only have been able to see a car, innocently parked in the drive, and perhaps the two occupying heads but no more. This was, however, a very quiet voice inside the rave her mind had become, each scenario Heather could dream up worse than the last:

…Sheriff Rick, having tailed them, watched from a distance with binoculars on some police instinct hunch that the new gal in town wasn’t all that she seemed.

…Angie’s father returning home early or perhaps having spied the two of them leaving together and determined to see what sort of horrid person would lure his daughter into their car?

But it was a rust-eaten pickup truck that rumbled along the road. It did not even pause as it went past. Heather vaguely recognized it from the diner parking lot earlier in the morning and assumed it belonged to one of the ranch hands, perhaps going into town for a resupply before heading back in to work for the rest of the day. The windows were so caked with layers of dirt that visibility was nigh an impossibility if not for the two fan-shapes carved out of the front windows by the wiper blades. She watched it go for a long moment, trying to get her breathing under control, and refused to look away until the tailgate vanished from sight.

“They gone?”

Heather glanced up to find Angie’s head poking out from a crack in her front door. She looked up and down the road anxiously.

“They’re gone,” Heather reassured without feeling the slightest bit calmer. “That was close…” It hadn’t been, not really and they both knew it, but the notion was of little consolation.

Angie was nodding her head and still tossing her head back and forth, scanning the road and making no move to come out.

Heather slumped her shoulders and raised her chin, breathing out a sigh of relief into the cloudless sky. When she looked at Angie again, she found the door standing open and the girl venturing down the steps to the desert floor. She had donned another shirt, this one a sun-burned orange sleeveless that hit her at mid-thigh. Heather couldn’t help but dredge up the image of what she looked like underneath but there was nothing erotic about it now. Her nerves were shot and she was trembling all over for entirely different reasons.

“I’m sorry, it’s my fault. I should have invited you inside first,” Angie explained, sounding as if she were scolding herself for careless behavior. She looked up hopefully, meeting Heather’s gaze from beneath her bangs. “Do you still want to…?” Something must have shone on Heather’s face because Angie quieted, let the sentence die on her lips.

Heather swallowed dryly before speaking. “I think this was a mistake, maybe. Angie, if anyone ever found out about…” She could not bear to put what they had done into words, suddenly overcome with a terrible sense of shame and disgust with herself. what had she been thinking? How foolish — how utterly stupid!

“I thought you might say something like that,” Angie nodded. Her cheeks were still stained scarlet from arousal and Heather imagined her own were too. Angie crept forward and held out her hand to Heather. “That’s why I wanted to give you these, to change your mind.”

Heather gaped at what she was offering. In her outstretched palm was a pair of girl’s panties, crumbled up into a tight ball that was slowly unfurling before her eyes after being held in Angie’s tight fist.

They were white cotton briefs with the yellow W of Wonder Woman stenciled over the butt. Angie turned her hand over and dumped the panties into Heather’s open palm. Heather did not even recall extending her arm out to accept them. They were damp and she willed herself to believe it was from sweat from Angie’s hand, though she knew it wasn’t.

When it became clear that Heather wasn’t going to speak, Angie said, “Just… keep them and think about it, okay?”

Her intentions were clear. Why else give someone a pair of dirty underwear unless for one specific purpose. They both understood what this meant and deep down, Heather knew she should give them back. She should drop them into the sand and apologize again for her behavior, then drive away. She was once again given an opportunity to end this once and for all, stop it before it gets any further and risk crossing some invisible point of no return.

Heather carefully folded the wad of clothing and slid them into her back pocket. It took all of her will power to keep from smelling them but that would all come later. Once she arrived home, when she could strip down to nothing and press them into her nose and mouth, the vibrator buzzing desperately between her legs…

“I don’t have anything to give you,” Heather replied dumbly, wondering if she was bold enough to gift her own soiled underwear, but Angie waved her off, smiling warmly.

“You gave me so much,” she breathed. “So much more than I can even say, more than I’ll be able to thank you for!”

Continue on to Chapter 8