Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Louisa May

“Ohhh, my GOD…” came Mary’s muffled little voice. “Woooow…”

“Man, Mary, you really exPLODed!” Julie’s eyes were huge. I leaned in and kissed her mouth. She turned her head to me and opened that pretty mouth, and my tongue slid in and along her sweet gums.

“Hey, me TOO!!” We stopped and turned to see little Mary, her short black hair a fluff mess about her red face.

I laughed, and brushed some of that soft hair off her face. “Alright, sunshine, I want to kiss you, don’t you worry. But let’s all get naked first, okay?” I turned to Julie. “Is that a good idea?”

My little blossom blushed, of course, and nodded, grinning.

“Yaaayy, let’s get naked!” Mary immediately began shucking her skimpy t-shirt. “I want to see NORA naked, yes, yes, yes!”

I smiled. “You do, do you?” She nodded fiercely. “Well, alright then.” And I stood. “You, too, Miss Julie.”

Mary knelt on the bed watching intently, first at me, then at Julie, then back at me. “Oooh,” she shuddered, “I’m so excited!”

I undid my robe and let it fall to the floor.

“Ohhh my GOD!!” and Mary fell backwards on the bed, flashing her shiny little slit. She bounced back, her face aglow. “Nora! You are so so so beautiful!!!” She turned to Julie, who had removed her blouse and was now taking down her skirt. “Isn’t she beautiful, Julie?” And Mary’s eyes stayed on her friend, who was now Quite a-blush.

Julie nodded, murmured, “yes, she is, I know.”

“Oooh, Jool, you have hair!!” Mary pointed at her friend’s lightly whiskered crotch.

“Jool—”

“And your titties… well, they ARE kinda big–”

“Mary…” I lifted my brow at her and reached to hold both pretty Julie- cones. “They are big and beautiful.” I leaned to lick one of her nipples.

“Yum.”

Mary giggled madly. “Ohhh man, this is GREAT!” She crawled over the sheets to sit on the edge of the bed. “NOW will you kiss me?”

I smiled and sat next to her. I held both her small cheeks and touched her nose to mine. “Yes, I will kiss you now, little beast. Stand here between my legs.”

And she stood and snuggled her slim thighs between mine. Her arms hung obediently at her sides.

“‘Kay.”

“Okay.” And I brought her body in closer to me so that I felt her flat, hot chest touch my nipples. Our heads were on a level.(The bed sat high up.) Her mouth still held the impish ghost of a smile as my lips touched it. Her mouth opened slightly and I dutifully brushed my tongue against the insides of her lip. She giggled, and her own elfin tongue touched mine, and danced against it. Little imp! My head tilted a bit, and I opened my mouth further and slid my tongue deeper inside her. My hands slid around her thin waist, and I felt her press herself against my breasts, as her own mouth opened wider and drew my tongue in. She sighed, a high-pitched content little moan, and I felt her tongue swirl around mine; I felt her sucking my tongue! Her firm little belly now ground itself into my moist, fuzzy puss. Oh, my heavens, I could live here a looong while.

“Hey, what about ME?” I felt a tapping, and broke our kiss to find Julie at my shoulder.

“It’s MY turn,” said Mary, who started in at my lips again.

I held back. “Whoa, wait now, wait a bit.” I smiled at Voracia. “You are a hot little one, aren’t you?”

Big grin and a big nod.

“I know.” I turned to Julie. “Yes, we have to figure out things here, don’t we? Hmmm…”

“It IS my turn,” murmured Mary to her friend.

“We DID just make your butt explode,” Julie murmured back.

“How about,” and I spread my legs apart, moved Mary to one side and pulled Julie in to stand beside her, “how about each of you take one of my nipples into your mouth. And suck them. How about that?”

The girls grinned at each other and immediately leaned in to engulf a nipple with their mouths. Ohhhh, good idea! Very very Very gooooood ideaaa… mmmm… I stroked their heads, their soft, slightly moving heads; Mary’s almost babysoft black hair, Julie’s lush blond mane… felt my nipples swell, my blood coursing down through my core, into my middle, my pussy just glowing…

And as I watched, a wonderful thing happened. Besides me coming, deeply, gently, I mean… for after a few minutes, I watched Mary begin to lick, and kiss, then suck again, then kiss, moving… then she started nuzzling Julie’s lips against my nipple! And as I watched, my hands, almost of their own accord, began gently pressing the little heads together; and they did come together. I watched Julie’s lips hesitate, brave a brief touch to Mary’s, return to my nipple, then, as Mary’s lips more insistently nuzzled her own, turn, and actually brush, then fasten on her friend’s…

And my hands slid downwards, smoothing the kissing girls’ backs, then cupping their bottoms. I felt Mary’s immediately respond, as her hands came up and went around Julie’s waist. My hand at Julie’s bottom travelled further, my fingers questing, and I felt her thighs part, and she sighed. And Mary sighed, and both girls almost sank into each other. Julie’s arms went around her friend’s arms, and both were now in a passionate embrace, and kissing deeply. And of course all I had to do with little Mary was touch a finger to that humid, sensitive little asshole, and her sighing instantly rose a level, became a high-pitched moan, a mumbled grunt and gurgle. I now had a finger in Miss Julie’s slit, and she too was moaning. Both, between my warm, yearning thighs.

I turned to the mirror at the foot of the bed, and what a lovely sight: Mary’s small hands roaming, grasping, at Julie’s back, her arms, neck… my own hand working quietly between Julie’s lewdly spread thighs, her bottom moving, squirming… and the sound of them both moaning, kissing, wet, sticky, sighing, grunting, crying…

It was MY turn.

By Louisa May

“Get dressed in the bathroom!” I whispered. I grabbed my robe.

Another knock. “Jooo-leee! I know you’re in there…” It was Mary, Julie’s little ballerina friend. Little Mary Sunshine, I called her. She was a dark little bundle of mischievous energy, Rhoda to Julie’s Mary Tyler Moore.

“Just a second!” I tugged the bedspread into a fairly presentable mess, and opened the door.

There she was, holding a cup of bubbly and grinning to beat the band. She ambled in, almost strutting, her butt, in a pair of racy red short-shorts, sashaying like a stripper’s. She took a sip of her brew and turned to me. “Whatchoo guys doin’?”

I closed the door. “Is that champagne, Mary?”

“Yepsie-doodle.” She held it up. “Lynn got a whole bottle for our room!”

“Hmm.” I approached her, keeping my eye out for stray evidence. “I don’t know if you should be having much more of that, sunshine.”

She was sniffing, loudly. “It smells funny in here.”

“Does it?” It did probably reek of our previous passions.

“Uh-huh… smells like my mom’s room after her boyfriend left.” She eyed me impishly.

“Hmm.” Yike. “What does your mom do?” This was getting a little dangerous.

“She’s a nurse.” Mary took another sip and toyed with my sketches on the table. The bathroom door opened and Julie entered. The darling’s signature blush didn’t help the situation. That and her lush blond hair, which was somewhat… mussed.

“Hi…” she said weakly.

Mary looked her over. “Hi yourself.” There was an intriguing silence as Mary looked at me, then back at Julie. “Were you guys doin’ it?”

Julie’s mouth just opened.

“What do you mean by that, Mary?”

She looked at me straight, that knowing smile still on her elfin face.

“You know…”

“I could get in a whole lot of trouble if you mean what I think you mean.”

She wagged her hips, enjoying her moment of power. “Well, I wouldn’t SAY anything… if you’re saying what I think you think I mean.” She giggled, and took a sip.

“Mary…” Julie really was a cute little mess. Terrible liar, I should imagine.

Mary leaned in to her friend and stage-whispered: “I can’t believe you got what you wanted.”

Julie’s eyes widened. “Mary–” She grabbed Mary’s thin wrist.

Mary was gleeful. She turned to me. “We told each other our secret secret secrets, and Jool’s–”

“NO, Mary, don’t!” As she tried to wrap a hand around her friend’s mouth.

Mary squealed, squirming out of her friend’s grasp. “–Jool’s was that she hoped Nora would make a pass at her!” Her drink went flying. “Yaah!”

“Okay, okay, you two…” and I picked up the cup and grabbed a towel. The girls stood, chastened. Somewhat. Mary still had that devilish gleam in her eye, and Julie… well, she was dealing with a lot of new stuff.

“I can’t believe you said that. It was secret. Like secret?”

“Well…” Mary stood flexing her toes. “You guys are doing secret stuff.”

She watched me as I swabbed the champagne. A little smile lit her face, then she stuck her tongue out. Such an intriguing imp!

I stood. “You are one sassy sunshine girl, aren’t you?”

She answered with that two-hand butterchurn dance. “Uh-huhh, I’m sassy… that’s right… I’m nasty…” and she broke herself up, and turned her firm little butt towards me. “What you gonna do, spank me?”

“Well,” as I turned to an interested Julie, “I just might at that. What do you think, Miss Julie?”

She smiled grimly. “Absolutely.” And the sassy intruder’s reaction was anything but concerned. She grinned, her tongue out, and continued wiggling that unusually mature little bottom at us. “Go ahead, if you want. I can take it, oh yeah.”

My mind was racing, as was my blood. Was this really happening? Not only was near calamity averted, but young Mary did indeed seem to be welcoming the same deep adventure her friend had just experienced. Did she know what she was possibly in for? I doubted it. But I also knew that that very fact was part of the intense allure to her.

I laid my hands on her small shoulders. She looked up at me, fearless, nodding. I turned to Julie. “Over my lap?”

“Oh, yes.” She was quite getting into this now.

And as I shuffled up onto the head of the bed, Mary muttered to her friend, almost off-handedly, “…do everything you guys did.”

I looked at Julie, and as we slid the giggling girl onto my lap, feet towards Julie, I asked, “you sure?”

Her head, which was almost hanging over the other side of the bed, rose and turned towards Julie. She nodded. “Secret, shhh…” She giggled, and resumed her position.

And what a position. My lord. Look at this… gift in my lap. Such a defined little bottom: small, as an 11-year-old girl’s would be, yet not as small as one would imagine; almost like an older, athletic teen’s fit butt in miniature. A slight flaring of the hips, and a jutting hub of delightful roundness, divided perfectly by a purely placed crack. Her shorts hugged her form, and moved with her as she squirmed, squeezing those cheery cheeks at each brave breath.

I looked at Julie standing by the bed, and sent an air kiss. She made a grabbing motion and placed her hand at her crotch, grinning and blushing. Wow. “Any suggestions?” I asked her.

“Well,” she assumed a professorial air, “you know, she told me a secret Secret secret, too…”

From my right came a murmured, “hey…”

“Oh, yes?”

“Yes. And you know what?”

“What, Doctor?”

“Well… she said she liked to touch her heinie.” Julie looked at me meaningfully.

“Really?” I laid a palm on one cheek. It quivered. Warm. “Is this true?” I asked it.

“Uh-huh…” came the small voice. Her butt gave a little wiggle in my hand.

“When I was seven, my babysitter used to give me heinie rubs–”

“Heinie rubs? Like this?” And I began caressing the cheeks, smoothing my hand over the cloth.

“Uh-huhh…” Mary’s butt rose slightly to push itself against my moving hand. “And… and sometimes she touched my hole… umm…”

“Yeah, ’cause she said she liked to touch her heinie hole, too.” Julie had sat herself on the bed, closer to the action. She watched fascinated as Mary’s bottom writhed slowly under my hand.

“You do?”

“Yeah…”

“Hmmm…” During my handling, my fingers stroked her crack, and I could feel her little bottom try to open itself to me. “Well… maybe we should take these shorts off so we could see about that.” I looked at Julie, who nodded, expectant.

“Lift up, sunshine.” And she did, her lithe butt rising almost perpendicular to her lower back. I tucked my fingers into her waistband and drew the red shorts down. “I guess we can save the spanking ’til later…”

Julie’s mouth hung half-open as she watched her friend’s bare bottom be uncovered. It was beautiful. Soft, muscular, and sexy as hell.

I watched Julie’s face. “What do you think of it?” I touched Mary’s buttcheek lightly. The cheeks contracted. Julie’s face flushed.

She nodded. I touched Julie’s chin. “Tell her what you think.”

Julie looked at me. I nodded. She cleared her throat. “Your bottom is so pretty, Mary.”

The bottom wiggled slightly, and her friend’s small voice answered, “why thank you, Jool. And my bottom thanks you too.” She giggled, and her cheeks squeezed together twice.

“Here,” I murmured, and took Julie’s hand. “Feel.” I brought her hand to Mary’s butt.

She took a breath, smiled, and laid the hand on her friend’s bare bottom. She caressed it softly. “So warm,” she breathed to me.

Mary turned her head. “Oooh, Jool, you’re touching my butt.” And her cheeks moved slowly, welcoming. I noticed, too, her coltish legs move apart a bit. “Touch my heinie hole.”

Julie again looked at me. I put both hands on Mary’s soft ass and gently pried her apart. Julie’s eyes widened as her friend’s little dark jewel was revealed. Perfect, tan-haloed patch centered by the rubber-ringed hole, dark and glistening.

“Go ahead,” I murmured, and Julie’s small finger quivered slightly as it slid towards the hole. Mary’s hips rose again.

The touch seemed almost electric to Mary, as I watched her friend’s finger touch her most secret place. She let out a low, “ooooh…” and it was very exciting to see the little asshole actually pooch out to grab Julie’s questing digit.

“Yeah… move it around, Jool…” as Mary’s butt gyrated in heat. And Julie complied, circling her friend’s heinie hole, pressing and worrying the little ring as Mary, began breathing more heavily, and making little grunty noises.

“You like that, honey?” I kneaded the cheeks I held open.

“Uh-huhhh… mmmnnn, yeah-HUHhh…!” And her hips were now as far up as she could push.

“Julie,” I whispered, “put that finger in my mouth.” And with eyes wide, she did. I sucked, smiling, and slathered the finger with my saliva. “Mmmm… now just push it into her hole, honey.”

“IN?”

Mary’s voice was clear. “YES, In! Put it in my butthole!”

And so Julie took her wetted finger and, laying it on the shiny, quivering hole, she slowly sank it in.

“OHHH, Yeahhh, Joooool, that is so…!! MMMmmmmnnn!!!”

And I watched Mary really start to explode here. Amazing, just from anal manipulation. I thought I’d add some spice. I worked my fingers under Julie’s ministering hand, and ran them up and along Mary’s slick, soft pussy slit.

“Oh! Ohhh! I’m… OHhhh, God, I don’t… mmmMMMMMmmMM, ooooooOOoohhh!!!”

And little Mary just spasmed, her body writhing madly on my lap, helpless and abandoned under our fingers. Her arms, her hands thrashed and grabbed at sheets, pillows, blankets, her own body… she came hard, loudly. I hoped no one was out in the hallway…

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Louisa May

“Taste your wonderful self…” and I sank my tongue into her opening mouth, swirling her salty, musky juices around, feeling her own little tongue dart and quiver passionately with mine. She sighed, and panted, taking little sips and gasps of air as we kissed and kissed; her little hands all over my back, and neck, and lustrous dark hair. And the feel, too, of her extraordinarily pliable pelvis beneath me, spreading those hot thighs almost perpendicular to my belly, which kissed her warm, sticky little slit, open at my navel. Her legs splayed beneath me.

After a completely unknown period of time, I leaned up slightly, a skein of spit hanging between us. Her eyes were open, glazed; her chipmunk cheeks glowed pink. “I want to see those beautiful Julie-boobs,” I murmured.

Amazing to watch a blush within a blush. She had a gift. But of course her fingers moved to the back of her neck to untie the top.

As she rose slightly to get a better purchase, I ran a finger along her soft shoulder. “You were always so shy about showing these treasures in the dressing room…”

She made a face. “Mary always made fun of them.”

She reached between her shoulder blades to untie the lower string.

“Hmm. Any jealousy there, do you think?”

Her brows rose. “Maybe. I guess.” And she pulled the halter off.

“Ohh, baby…” Such beauty. These gorgeously virginal breasts, so full, yet still obviously growing; white, white, with such a perfection of pink, aroused nipple. Ohhh, dessert! I reached out slowly, and cradled each in my palm, carefully, as one would fine art. For they were.

I looked her in the eye; she seemed to hold her breath upon approval. “Your breasts are absolutely beautiful, Julie.” And her smile appeared like a rheostatic light, brightening as I continued. “I thought so in the dressing room, when I could sneak a peek,” she giggled, “but my oh my…” and I squeezed them gently.

“You really like them?”

“Are you kidding?” I twisted a pink, distended nipple lightly. She shuddered. “I have to kiss them.”

And I leaned in to do so.

“Oh, gosh, yes, Nora…” as I opened my lips to suck a nipple into my mouth, “ohhhh…” she petted my hair… “oh my gosh… I thought of you doing this when I was in my bed…”

I slid my hand down her soft belly, down to the tender opening of her still-warm, wet slit. I felt her hips rise, and her thighs part further as my fingers began sliding, playing with her swollen labia, circling upon her hot, unhooded clit.

“Mmmmm… ohhHHHHhhh, I’m mmelting again… !”

she breathed as I ran my tongue around and around her sweet nipple, sucking, nibbling…

And I raised my face to hers as I felt her starting to come again, and held the back of her soft neck, and thrust my tongue into her soft open mouth, as I frigged her quivering pussy faster.

“MmmmmmMMOHH, OHHHhmmmmmm, nnnnggggGgg!!!” she gulped and gasped as my little Julie had her second Norgasm. Ohhh, so so hot, to have her, to hold her and devour her as she lost all control, and abandoned her little spasming body to me…

And after, she held me, just held me tight, whispering, murmuring love into my neck, and chest, and breasts, kissing little kisses, and lickings, and sighing a lot.

I lifted her now permanently-blushed face. “Want to make me feel like that?”

She nodded. “I could never make you feel… like that. But,” and she ran her little palms up and down my arms, “yes, yes, I want to. Tell me how. Tell me what to do.”

I smiled. Her eyes were so huge, blue, trusting. Loving. “OK, little love. Lie down.” She did so. “Now,” as I straddled her, “you won’t have to do a whole lot, honey. Just kiss and suck me here,” and I helpfully opened my full pussy lips to her, “just like we kiss. I’ll do all the moving around and stuff. Would you like that?”

Julie’s eyes were glistening. “You’re so beautiful, Nora… I can’t believe…”

I leaned down and kissed her, a simple, loving kiss. “Baby… I’m the lucky one. Believe me.” Then I rose back up and shifted forward to straddle Julie’s pretty face. I looked down at those huge eyes. “Don’t worry if I get kind of crazy. I won’t smother you.

Okay?”

A smile. “Okay.”

“Okay, baby. Here I am,” and I lowered my trim- haired, ripe pussy onto her mouth. I watched her open her mouth, and felt the warm honey of her tongue brush my lips. “Mmmmmmm… that’s good, Julie… flatten your tongue, just lick lick lick like a big old ice cream cone… ohhhHHHh, yeah, baby, yeah, that is good…”

And she was working it, her head bobbing back and forth, and I felt the stirrings of that big warm wave. “Put your hands on my bottom, honey, play with my ass…” I felt her little hands grasp my cheeks, stroking, squeezing like dough. I looked back, and saw her thighs opening and closing to the rhythm of her mouth, and then saw our reflection in the mirror on the wall by the foot of the bed. GOD. To see Julie’s small hands on my naked, squirming ass, to see her bare, slick and reddened slit move with her thighs…!

Now I began to really grind myself into her mouth, her face. I felt my clit slide and bump against her button nose…” OhhhHHHHHH GOD, Julie, OH my GOD! Oh, Baby, I’m coming, honey… mmMMMMMmmnn GOD, put your finger in my asshole, baby, push it in… ooooOOOOOHHHH Yes, YESS GOD, YESSSS!!!!” And I held her head against my ravening pussy and ground her into me, sliding, riding, hearing her bubble and gasp against me, aware of her, of her safety, but just, as I fucked my little girl’s shining face hard. She whimpered, and gurgled, and licked and licked and licked, and drove that little finger of hers deep into my asshole, my good girl!

Lying with her head in my neck… my hand travelling lazily up and down her warm, smooth body… a knocking.

“Julie? Hey, Julie? I know you’re in there…”

Continue on to Chapter 3

By Louisa May

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in January 2005 }

My name is Nora Rollins. I’m a 42-year-old NY actress who has been lucky to make a decent living in the past decade or so working out of town. In my twenties, I was a Broadway baby, appearing in many of the big musical hits of the day. I was a gypsy, a chorus girl, and times were good. But, as any American actress gets to know, show me a woman Of A Certain Age who’s on Broadway, and I’ll show you a star. Or a Brit. So you improvise, and get ‘regional’ work. Or another career. Simple.

I’d just completed the run of a popular musical comedy in a small southern town, in which I played a strong supporting role, and I was at a nearby pub where they held the closing night party. It was a subdued affair, and I had fun just gabbing with the cast and crew I’d gotten to know, and those I’d known before (it was the third show I’d done at this particular theatre.) And among these theatre people were a few children, and their parents, as the cast included some kids. Two in particular were Julie, a precocious, slightly chubby 12-year-old, and her friend Mary, 11, who wanted to be a ballerina. They sat at a table of their own, giggling. I saw they’d finagled their chaperone’s permission for a toasting glass of champagne, and seemed already a bit tiddly.

“Nora!! Oh, Nora, Nora, I need a picture of us! Please??!” Julie bounced, her hands held together prayerfully.

I smiled, and approached them. Mary snared someone, and the two posed, grinning, with me. Then Julie grabbed the camera and handed it to Mary.

“Oh, oh! Me and Nora!” She beamed at me. Her eyes were huger than usual, made-up as they were for the occasion. She was positively aglow. She linked her arm in mine, and I put my other hand on her cheek and pressed our faces together. Flash!

“Cool!” she breathed. “You are so cool…” and as Mary sat beside her again, she sat, now holding my hand. “This woman is my hero,” and as I pooh-poohed her idolatry, she looked back up at me. “No, you are awesome.”

Mary sat, nodding. “I mean, not only are you, like, so so incredibly talented, and smart, and… beautiful…!”

They were both nodding now. Julie was blushing, but soldiering on. I did love her propensity to blush at the drop of a hat. She had the skin for it.

“– but you are like, so cool, and so friendly! You are so aDORable!”

Her eyes danced, and she took a breath. Then, to Mary: “If she was, like, my age, I would SO be like, gay! Like, in a second!” And they both gasped, and giggled, and laughed into their hands. I chuckled, and was drawn away by a producer-person.

The moment came to my mind as I got into my night-robe later that night.

I smiled to myself. Julie. Such a little motor-heart. I’d had a few moments onstage each night with her, waiting for the second act curtain to rise, and had enjoyed her pretty face, her obvious crush; I’d flirted aimlessly, and watched her watch my every subsequent move as the play got under way again…

I’d had a few drinks at the party, and was feeling a bit randy. I thought of Julie’s little big-girl breasts, and how she’d blushed so when Mary had pointed them out in the dressing room. They were quite large for her age, and though she’d kept them covered whenever possible, the few times she’d unveiled them I had to admire their porcelain beauty. And such large, pink nipples…

I felt the silk of my robe caress my own brightenening breasts, and considered. Yes, I had some packing still to do, but I might just take a few leisurely moments on my bed, maybe pack in the morning…

And in the midst of these thoughts, a knock at my door. Light, barely noticeable.

“Who is it?”

A soft, unintelligible answer. I went to the door. “Who?”

Softly: “It’s Julie.”

Well, bust my britches. I opened the door. “Julie! What brings you here?”

She looked hesitant. Her face glowed. “I just… I wanted to say goodbye. But if you’re going to bed–”

“No, no, come on in. I always put on my robe. Come in.” She smiled, and entered my room. I closed the door.

“Wow… you have a nice place.” She was still in her party outfit: denim skirt and peasant halter.

“Well, only the best for the stars, you know.” She grinned. “Where’s Mary?”

“She’s downstairs with Lynn. Her mom said we could stay with Lynn tonight.”

“Oh, so you’re all having a big slumber party downstairs?”

She nodded. “Except they all wanted to watch Four Weddings and a Funeral, and I already saw it.”

“Ah. Hugh Grant?”

She nodded again. “It’s okay. The woman kind of looks like you.”

“Yes. Kristin Scott-Thomas. I’ve heard that before.”

“Oh I’m sorry. I didn’t mean–”

“Oh, no, no, believe me,” I smiled. “I take it as a compliment. Really.”

She smiled. “Good. ‘Cause…” and she swept her golden hair behind her ears, “you’re actually prettier than her.”

“Oh, Julie, stop.”

“No, really! She’s… I don’t know, kind of mannish, you know? But you’re not. But, you do look like her. I mean, SHE looks like YOU.” And she blushed. Adorably.

“Well. Thank you very much.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I was just going to make myself some tea. Would you like some?”

“Sure. Thank you.”

“But of course.”

As I prepared our tea, I watched her in a mirror above the sink (Mirrors were rather ubiquitous in this room.) She stood by the table and perused the sketches on the wall. “Did you do these?”

“Yes. I get bored sometimes.”

“They’re beautiful.”

“Thank you again.”

“You’re so talented, I can’t believe it.”

I saw her looking at me as I poured the water. She wasn’t aware of the mirror, apparently. She was looking at my lower half. Hm. It gave me a pleasant little feeling, a light warming.

I turned with the stocked tray.

“That’s a pretty robe. Is it silk?”

“Mm-hmm.” I nodded. “Twelve dollars on Canal Street. In New York.”

“Oh. It looks Chinese.”

I lay out our tea on the table. “And so it is, I think. Feel.”

She put out a hand and lightly fingered the hem. “Ooh, soft.”

I lay a finger on her lips. Her eyes widened. Then I got up and took a few steps to my clothes drawer. I bent at the waist and opened the bottom drawer. I realized, as I rummaged, that I was giving Miss Julie a glimpse, if not of my nude sex, then of my very upper back thighs. Another warming.

“Here,” I said, shutting the drawer and straightening up. I held another robe, crimson. “This, my dear, is for you.” And I held it out to her.

Her face held a very endearing mixture of all the feelings she’d experienced in the past few seconds. From my finger at her lips, then her little glimpse of me, to her surprise and gratitude. Added to her already fraught state, I loved seeing her now blush and even begin to tear up.

“Ohhh! Oh my God…” she took it, and held it to her mouth. Her eyes were so big, and so pretty. Glistening.

I sat back down and sipped at my tea. “Please. Twelve dollars, remember. I’ll pick up a bushel of them when I get back.”

“No, but…” and she rose, and leaned down and hugged me. So warmly, gently.

“Thank you,” she whispered. I touched her face as she looked at me. And I kissed her.

Not long, but not a peck, either. “You’re so welcome, Julie,” I whispered back. She seemed a bit dazed. “Now,” I continued whispering, “don’t let your tea get cold.”

She smiled, and sat back down. We talked for awhile about the show, and her aspirations, and my career. I told her of my earlier chorus work.

“No wonder,” she said, “’cause you have those legs.” She looked at them, and I raised them, and flexed. “Your legs are like, amazing. Do you still dance?”

“Sometimes. I keep in shape with classes, and teaching.” I lifted my leg higher, pointing. It WAS a good line. “But I always hated my ankles.

They’re fat.”

Julie almost choked on her tea. “FAT??! Oh yeah, and I’m, like, a skinny model!”

“Julie, you could be a model.”

She palmed her bare belly. “Yeah, for full-size teens!”

“Julie, you are NOT fat.”

“I am too! Look at me!”

“Come here.” I put down my teacup and held out my arms. “Stand up and come here.”

She put down her own cup and stood hesitantly. “What?”

“Come here, stand here.” I motioned to between my legs. She came forward.

I put my hands on her bare waist. “This,” and I held my hands against her warm skin,” is NOT fat. This is a healthy, pretty, attractive girl.”

She held her arms out slightly, and smiled doubtfully. My hands slid down to her thighs. “Really? You think so?”

“Honey… of course I think so. I think you’re a very attractive girl. I was attracted to you from the first time I saw you.”

Her eyes lit up. “You were??”

I nodded. My hands lightly stroked her thighs, up and down. I looked up at her. “Did you ever think about me when we weren’t working?”

She let out a breath. “Are you kidding? Only like, all the time.”

I smiled, stroking. “Really? Like what? When?”

“Ohh…” She swallowed. “It’ll sound stupid.”

“Honey, I guarantee it will not sound stupid.” I held her eyes. “Believe me.”

My hands stroked a bit further up her thighs. They were so warm, and so soft.

“Well,” as her fingers interlaced at her belly, “sometimes, I just… I like, dream that… that we’re doing stuff… together…”

“Uh-huhh…” my hands caressed her thighs, moving up, slightly rumpling the hem of her denim skirt. “Doing what?”

“Umm… like… kissing, and… just…” Her hands went up to cover her face. “Oh, I sound like such a stupid little squirt!”

“Shh, shh…” I lightly gripped her thighs. “Look at me, Julie.” Her hands came down to her mouth, and she looked at me. “We CAN do things together. If you want.” I felt her thighs tremble in my hands. “You’re not at all a stupid little squirt. I think you’re a beautiful, sexy girl, and I’m here for you. What do you want?”

We looked at each other a long time, seconds that seemed like minutes.

My hands massaged her thighs, lightly. Finally, she took a deep breath. “I dreamed… that you were teaching me things…”

My hands travelled upwards, up… I felt the curve of her hips under her skirt as my fingertips touched her panties. Our eyes remained locked. “I can… if you want me to…” And my hands continued, now circling towards each other, as each palm slid up to hold, then lightly squeeze her bottom cheeks over the warm cotton panties.

Her mouth was slightly open, and her eyes widened. I watched her blush fully, then swallow again. She nodded. “I’m kind of scared,” she breathed.

“Of course you are, sweetie,” I smiled. “My brave girl.” I was now kneading her bottom under her skirt, feeling the slightly loose panty fabric give as it was pulled up between her thighs. “I mean, here’s Miss Kristin Scott-Thomas sitting in front of you and feeling up your bottom!”

Julie giggled unsteadily. “Yeah…” She shifted on her feet, her legs parting slightly. “It’s so weird… I feel like I’m dreaming or something.”

“Well, you’re not dreaming. I’m really here.” And my hands gave a little welcome squeeze.

“You’re really here.” She smiled.

“And… you do want me to teach you… stuff?”

The girl nodded solemnly. “And… just… tell me what to do.” She held her small hands against her chest. “I’ll do whatever you want me to. Just… tell me what to do.”

What a darling. “Ohh, my dear…” and I leaned in and kissed her belly button. “Want to let this pretty skirt down, hon?”

She blushed, and reached down to unzip the side. As it fell to her feet, I was greeted with a sign of her innocence. “Tweetie! Hello, sweetie.” I tickled its chin.

Julie, of course, blushed again. In a small voice: “I didn’t know this would happen…”

“I love Tweetie, honey.” I stood, and stroked her face. Her face glowed as she gazed up at me. “I’ll tell you a secret, Julie.” Her eyes grew. “Right before you arrived, you know what I was doing?”

She shook her head.

“Well,” and I leaned in and kissed her cheek, then drew back, “I had just decided to lay down on that bed over there and have a nice little masturbation session…”

Julie’s eyes grew wider.

“And you know what I was going to think about? While I touched myself?”

A barely perceptible shake of the head.

I touched a finger to her little snub nose. “You.”

Her lips parted. “Me?” She breathed.

I nodded. “You, Julie.” I held her chin in my hand, and leaned in for another, longer kiss. I broke away slowly, and her eyes were still closed. They opened, dazed.

She spoke softly. “I think about you, too.”

“You do?” My hands slid down her bare tummy.

She nodded. “A lot,” and smiled weakly.

I smiled, my hand brushing her panty-front lightly. “What are we doing, when you think about me?”

A small intake of breath from her as my fingers found and gently pressed her soft, puttylike mound above the cotton. Right below Tweetie. We still held each other’s gaze.

“Ummm… like… you’re kissing me… and, umm…”

“Like this?” And I kissed her. And this time my tongue slid along her lips, and her mouth opened, and I tilted my head, and we began Kissing. And she made tiny mewing sounds, as my hand pressed against her warm, warm little puss, and my fingers drew circles, feeling the soft crevice give and squish under me.

I broke the kiss, still close, our saliva roping between us, and whispered, “what else, honey?”

She breathed heavily, her eyes misty, unfocussed. “Huhh… I… ummm, see you naked…?” And her eyes slid away from mine, embarrassed, and looked down.

I smiled. “Hmmm…” I held her chin again. “Let’s adjourn to the bedroom, shall we?”

She smiled, and nodded. I turned her around, and patted her bottom. I watched that pretty plump little butt move.

At the bed. “Now. Sit right here.” I went to the foot of the bed. “Face me. Good, sweetie. Now take off those pretty Tweeties and show me yourself.”

An immediate an inevitable pinkening, but she dutifully slipped those panties down, and opened her white thighs to me. I breathed deeply. “Ohh, Julie… what a pretty pink flower, honey…”

She smiled, holding herself open.

“Now, hon, I want you to masturbate for me, while I get naked for you. Would you like that?”

Her lips pressed together, and she nodded. My hands went to my robe belt, and hers went to her open, pink-lipped pussy.

“Just touch yourself like you do when you think about me, honey. I’ll just be really here! How ’bout that?”

Julie’s head just shook back and forth slowly. “It’s so…”

I opened my robe. “Like a dream, huh?”

A deep breath from my girl. I watched her hips raise slightly to meet her hand, as it rubbed inexpertly but efficiently against her shiny clit.

“Ohh, Nora… you are so beautiful…”

I smiled. “Thank you, dear.” I held my well-formed tits in my hands and squeezed. “For you.”

Her little hands worked a bit faster, and she swallowed.

“Would you like to see my ass, sweetie?” She nodded, her knees swaying, opening wider. I turned, and stroked my full, trim derriere. I was quite proud of my ass, and aware of how luscious it would be for my Julie. I looked back, and saw her mouth open.

“OH!” She breathed, as her fingers flitted frantically now. A rosy hue suffused her entire upper half, from hairline to belly button. I bent, and parted my ass cheeks for her, revealing my well-cared-for anus, its tiny musculature open, ringed, and glistening.

“Mmmm, mmMMMMMMMOHH, OH, OH! OH! Nora, mMMMmmm… !” And Julie was flailing now on my bed, her hips bucking upwards. I turned quickly and climbed down to her, leaning in to taste her. As soon as my mouth engulfed her wet sex, she let out a cry, almost a wail, high and vulnerable.

Her taste! Oh, her taste, so wonderful-girl, so salty, and meaty, and slathered with her excitement, feral almost. Intoxicating. And, indeed, new to me.

My tongue worked, strumming that now-red clit bud, my lips taking those melting, pink little puss lips and sucking, and sliding along my teeth, gently, devouring.

And Julie continued to wail, and pant, and writhe on my sheets.

And soon, she was slowing, with little spasms of delight on the downswing. And soon I was moving to her, and she opening her arms to me, and we embraced, her peasant blouse still between us. Well, that would soon go.

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Louisa May

Well, that amazing, blessed afternoon came inevitably to a close, and I did the show that night in a sort of sweet daze. Every time I glanced downstage towards my Julianne, my insides did a little slow flip. And she did give me a brief, gentle flash. Her smile as she did so was slightly sad, as if this offered glimpse of her colorful panties (she’d brought a spare, the smarty!) was a parting gift.

And in a way it was. For after that, we never got a chance to see each other alone, that would have seemed natural. We did sneak longing looks at each other at times, but even these had to be discreet.

And at our last performance, she knocked (accompanied, maddeningly, by her now ever-present backstage minder), and leapt into my arms, and said “Have a good show.” And those golden eyes welled up, and I kissed her forehead, and told her all I could with my own eyes, and said, “And you too, Jules.” And as they left, I said, “New York, right?” And she made a determined fist and replied, “YES.”

And let me say, I ached and pined, and wandered all around my soul the next few weeks, looking for respite, and could find NONE. I had a rather poorly executed 8 X 10 of her, taken hastily for the show’s lobby photos, which I’d actually framed and placed on my night table. In it, she was smiling that wonderful lopsided smile of hers, that seemed to say, “I am NOT glamorous, but it sure is fun to pretend!!” I’d gotten her to sign it, and she had, with the schoolishly scribbled notation: “Gallop aPACE!!” I felt like a moonstruck teen.

We exchanged emails, still understanding that ANYthing in writing could be intercepted, and tried to sneak in little codes of passion. I glowed for a whole day, for instance, after reading her story of how she won the Shakespeare prize with her Juliet speech; she just concentrated on what we’d worked on, she said, and ‘really went after it with both hands.’

And then, thank God! She told me she was coming to New York! To see her aunt, who lived in Queens, and see some shows. A reward, she told me, for the Shakespeare prize; her parents had suggested Disneyworld, but she, the schemer, had floated Broadway. And been okayed!

She’d come up for spring break, which was one whole long week away. I laid out maps and guide books on my kitchen table, learning more in one week about NYC than I had in the 20 years I’d lived here. I shopped, and planned, and tidied, and planned. . and shopped… and realized that I’d be lucky to spend an afternoon or two with her, and then I’d get depressed. But snap right back, Buck Up, I’ll deal with that when, when it comes, for come it will, I knew. I knew…

And then it was ONE DAY, and Jules called me, and I could tell she wasn’t alone. She spoke just like a kid who’s excited to come to NY and See the Sights, and we made a plan that next morning she’d come to my place, and we could spend the day together, wouldn’t that be cool? Oh, cool, oh yes, I breathed, and I could hear the under-undercurrent of her breath be with me, as she said, “Oh great, okay, I’ll see you then! I can’t wait!” I couldn’t either. But I would.

And then, at 8:15 AM, my buzzer sounded. The tiny voice responding so properly to my own intercom crackle, “It’s Julianne Smith for Louisa Bowen in Apartment 8C?”

And there she was, a-running down the hall and Leaping into my arms as I shut my door and held her, held her tightly, as we spun around my foyer and she kissed my face all over. I laughed and squeezed her tightly as her cold hands held my face, and head, and neck, and traveled, like a blind girl’s ’round my features, as her lips devoured me. She sounded like she hadn’t eaten all month, and now could feast. Sighs, and moans, and exclamations of joy, relief, satisfaction.

To hold such passion in my arms, to feel it squirm and twist and thrust against me, was so precious in my mind, I had to let myself just… feel it, and let go. I was never so conscious of the acutely mournful sense of never-to-be-here-again than right then, in the very moment of sublime presence. My love for her was so intense, so visceral; my center balanced lightly on the pinpoint peak; and now I yearned to unlearn gravity, to be taught by Julianne.

I caught her mid-whirl, and held her face in front of mine and looked into her wide and golden smiling eyes. A big, big grin, that melted as she brought her lips to mine and slowly, softly kissed my mouth. Her own sweet mouth opened against mine, and as my tongue, invited, slid between her lips, her arms went around my neck, her small fingers in my thick, still bedwarm hair. She moaned softly as we kissed, and I felt her deep desire, and oh, I welcomed it, and her, to me, my home. My Julianne.

She backed off with a ‘plop!’ and breathed a sigh, and opened up her eyes. An then she smiled another mischief-laden Julesian smile. She touched my lips lightly with her fingertips. “I have to show you what I wore.”

As I let her down, I noticed, yes, she was dressed rather strangely, in a long, long coat, that came down to her feet, almost. A quilted parka type of coat, for wintry conditions, which didn’t exactly meet the present weather requirements; it was chilly March weather, but not arctic. “It’s… interesting,” I offered, not wanting to dent her sartorial bubble.

“No, silly, not the coat,” she snorted, and began shuffling out of it. She smiled again, and turned her back to unzip, then, in one smooth motion, turned and let the massive thing drop to the floor.

And there she stood now — in her little toga-robe from our show! Her arms were out, and she blushed with pride as I clapped my hands together, and let out a heartfelt, “OHH!” She held up a finger, as if to say, “That’s not all,” and started spinning. And as she spun, the toga whirled around her, and billowed out to show that she was naked underneath. I crowed and really clapped this time, and opened my arms to gather in my pretty giftster. She, grinning, leapt, her legs around my waist, her arms about my neck. Ahh, familiar territory here, and lovely echoes of the dressing room. And stairwell.

“Ohhh, you DARling!” As I buried my nose in her thin neck, and she giggled, then sighed as I opened my mouth to slide along her skin from neck to ear.

“Oooh, SHIVery!” as her legs shook against my waist. “I wanted to surprise you,” she murmured. “So I asked Amanda in costumes if I could have it, and she said I could!”

I kissed her cute freckle-nose. “Mm, you DID surprise me, and I LOVE your surprise.”

She kissed my nose, then looked in my eyes. “I missed you SO MUCH.”

I gave her butt a light squeeze. “I missed you too, little one.”

“I mean I missed you SO SO SO much…” and she framed my face with both hands on my cheeks. “My stomach hurt I missed you so much. I just…” and her eyes welled a bit, “I was just so LOST… like I couldn’t find… myself,” and this last barely whispered as she gazed into my eyes.

“Well,” as I gazed back, “here you are…”

Her solemn pupils shifting back and forth, imprinting both my eyes in separate state upon her soul’s dear memory. Ohh, God, I wanted to just envelope her, to devour her, to taste every inch of her life. I asked her eyes, “Do you want to make love?”

And watched, delightful! her whole being swell; her glowing grin, the deep inbreath, the heated flush that blossomed up her face. She nodded wildly, and wrapped herself around me so she clung with every pore. “Yes, yes, yes, YES!!” she hissed. “Make love to me, make love to me,” as I carried her through the hall and into my bedroom.

And tossed her, toga and all, in a yelping, bouncing bundle on the bed. She landed with her toga way up her back, her pretty, small-cheeked bottom bare. She rolled over, and leaned her elbows back. Her legs flopped open, and she smiled; my little 10-year-old inviting me to play. Indeed, her pink-rose pussy already glistened; its tiny lips beckoned me like a crooked little finger.

She grinned lasciviously: “Let’s get all naked together!” And as she pulled her toga-robe over her head, I opened up my robe to show her me, my naked, hungry self; I’d been prepared too!

She spread herself luxuriously, a cat against my satin sheets. “Mmmm, you’re so beautiful, Mrs. Todd.” She stretched her thin arms towards me. “I’m such a lucky girl.”

I knelt now on the bed, and crawled to her. “You can call me my real name, you know.”

“I know…” she whispered, as, still kneeling, I scooped her into my arms. The feel of her against my bare skin… ohhh, my Jules. She just held me ’round my waist and rested her head right on my left breast. Her soft temple nuzzled my nipple.

“I mean,” I murmured, my belly aglow against her small plum breasts, “Mrs. Todd finished her show, you know?” I kissed the top of her head. Pert.

“I know…” as her little hands circled around the smooth skin of my lower back, and slid down to my full bottom. “I just… I’m just a little kid, I feel weird calling you… PAM,” she squeezed my butt, “like I’m one of your grownup friends.” She pulled back to look up at me. “You know?”

I smiled at her. “Alright, my little jewel, what would you LIKE to call me?”

“Umm… Miss Bowen?”

I kissed her forehead. “A little formal, but… sure, call me Miss Bowen.” She smiled. “Call me anything you like, just keep squeezing my butt like that.”

She blushed, and squeezed again. And snuggled into my breast. “Ohhh, I love you so much, Miss Bowen.”

“And I love you too, Miss Smith. My Jules.”

She smiled up at me again, and, that mischievous twinkle in her eye, planted a small kiss on my nipple.

“Mmm,” I cupped my palm around the back of her head, “more.”

And she opened her mouth and took the swelling nipple in, and sucked.

“Oooh, baby…” and my hand slid down her thin back to cup her soft, warm bottom. I felt her push it out, wiggle a bit.

“Mmmm,” she hummed contentedly as she sucked harder, taking more of my breast into her working mouth. Her legs shuffled apart as my hand slid further down, my finger caressing her tiny anus.

“Ohh,” she breathed on my wet breast, “my bottom gets so excited when you touch me there.” And she returned to sucking, and rolling her tongue around my nipple. I felt tingling sparks shoot from there into my middle.

My finger circled her little pulsing asshole. “You like this, honey?”

“Mm-HMMmm,” as she sucked and sucked.

“Want me to kiss you in your bottom?”

Her head came away, and she looked up at me, dazed. She breathed deeply, and nodded. Her face was flushed.

“Lie down on your tum, honey. Show me that pretty little butt.”

She smiled, biting her lower lip, and lay down. Her little hands came around to spread her cheeks. “Like this?”

“Ohh, you gorgeous girl,” as I knelt behind her and started kissing those small, smooth cheeks. Her hands went up to pet my hair, my face. I put both my large palms on her cheeks, covering the small globes, and squeezed, kneaded.

“Mmmm…” she sighed into the pillow.

And then I gently pulled the cheeks apart, and smelled her wonderful musk, the warm excitement of her core. “Yumm,” I breathed, and leaned in to kiss around the darkish halo that surrounded her tiny hole. Her bottom rose, and she moaned softly.

I lightly licked the hot, damp lips below, my nose against her quivering anus; its tip felt the tiny aperture barely open and close in its heat.

“Ohhh… mmm, Miss Bowen… mmMMMmmmm…” her hips were moving, grinding slowly against my mouth.

And I slid my tongue upwards again, and centered on her asshole, and pressed wetly in, and felt, and tasted myself sink into my Jules.

And her little hand had moved beneath her, rubbing now into her bare, slurring pussy, as her moans became more urgent, louder, as my tongue drove into her asshole, tasting the slickness of her tight hole, and my lips kissed and kissed around it, sucking at that pretty, pink-tan place.

“OHHHHHhhhh, I’m… I’mmmmmmMMMMMmm, mmMMMMMMmm!!! Miss B–ohhHHHHhh!!! Aghh! AaaaAAAAAGHHH!!!” And she was frigging herself for all she was worth, and bucking against my face, and I could feel her shaking, shaking, uncontrolled, abandoned…

And when she stilled, spasming still, her bottom twisting, then still, then spasming again… and I removed my face from her warm, wet, cummy thighs… she rolled over and opened up her arms, and fairly leapt into my arms, and kissed me all over, all over, murmuring, and weeping, and giggling, and hugging me tightly.

By Louisa May

We lay together, spent, idly stroking each other, and kissing randomly, as each few seconds brought another wave of urges to endear, to tender love, to let each other know how much we cared.

She lay upon my side, one lithe, slim leg draped over my belly, so that I felt her warm, wet center snuggled against my ribs. I smoothed her golden hair, and stroked her back, and cupped and caressed her small, soft bottom. Paradise.

“So…” I murmured, “when’s your mother coming to pick you up from our little coaching lesson?”

She kissed my collarbone. “Mmm… I love my coach…”

I kissed her forehead. “Just in case she decides to come early.”

“Well,” as she drew little circles on my breast, “I told her you were taking me to dinner, and then we’d go to the theatre together… so she’s picking me up there, after the show.” And she raised her face to me in triumph.

“Well!” I touched the nose above her grin. “You’ve got it all planned out, don’t you?”

“Yup!” And I felt her press her puss into me as she gave me a hot, fierce kiss on the neck. Then her face came up, a quicksilver change to worry. “That’s okay, isn’t it??”

I squeezed that pretty butt. “Oh, hush, of COURSE it’s okay. What do you think, monkey?”

The sunlight back again. She sighed, and lay her head back on my shoulder. “Good.”

I swept her back in circles. But we SHOULD do a LITTLE work on that speech. Just in case.”

“Ya think?”

“Well…” circling, “which speech is it?”

“Um…” small voice in my neck, “‘Gallop apace, you fiery–”

“–fiery-footed steeds, Towards Phoebus’ lodging: such a wagoner As Phaeton would whip you to the west, And bring in cloudy night immediately.”

Her head had come up to watch me. Now she said, “Wow. You know all of ’em, don’t you.”

I smiled at her. “No, not all. But that one, sure.” I ruffled her short, mussed hair. “I did Juliet, what… four times, I think? Loooong ago. She’s fun.”

“But it’s so sad.”

“Yeah, for the audience. And the reader. But to PLAY her.” I looked at those wide, serious eyes. And kissed each one, then ran my hand up, and down that smooth, thin back. “She’s so… HUNGry.”

“Hungry?”

I nodded. “What’s she talking about with this speech, do you know?”

Jules made a thinking face, finger to lips. Cute!! “Well, coach…” And she grinned, then really thought. “Umm… she’s… waiting for Romeo to get there. Right?”

“Uh-huhh… but that’s where we see JULiet. I mean, she’s not just sitting there like, hm, hm, hmm, nice day, wonder what’s on TV tonite, I hope ol’ Romeo gets here soon, hm, hm, hmm…”

Julianne giggled. “Nooo…”

I smiled and squeezed her butt cheek. She squeezed back. “Nooo… she’s SO HUNGry.”

Her lips parted. “Hungry.”

“Yes.” I tilted my head. “You want to try a little acting exercise? It’s DEFinitely NOT something you’d be doing anywhere else but here. Now.”

“Ooh, sounds like fun, coach.”

“Yeah, I think it’ll be a LOT of fun. Want to?”

She nodded, eyes wide with gleeful anticipation.

“Okay. First,” and I rose up to shuffle down the bed, “let’s have you sit on the pillow up here, and I’ll sit… here.” And I sat across from her at the foot of the bed. “You can just lean back and get comfortable.”

She leaned back against the headboard, her legs open, ankles casually crossed.

“Good. Comfortable?”

She nodded. “Uh-huh.”

“Good. Now… tell me, what do you think Juliet’s doing while she’s talking?”

“Umm… pacing around?”

I nodded. “Okay, yeah, that sounds… normal, for someone waiting. But is she normal?”

Jules eyebrows rose. “No?”

“Well…” it was a bit distracting to look at her, with her open little rosy wound below. So heartbreakingly beautiful. OK. Juliet. Here, in front of me. “How about… if she was waiting… in bed?”

A little twinkle of awareness, dawning comprehension. “In bed…”

“And… just to try something else… she’s not so much imPATIENT about Romeo getting here, as she is…”

“… Excited?” BOY, her eyes were wide!

I smiled. “You are a whip, aren’t you?” She blushed proudly. “Now, I’m going to ask you a very personal question, Jules. Okay?”

She nodded.

“Do you masturbate?”

Immediately, she flushed. Her lips compressed, and she briefly nodded, a quick, sharp shake.

“Me too.” She seemed a bit relieved at that. “Have you been masturbating for a long time?”

Her eyes widened. A quick shake no, this time, followed by a wild little giggle.

“What?”

“Umm…” tiny voice, as she wiggled her legs, “just… that day you said you saw my panties?”

“Uh-huh…”

“Was the first time I… touched myself. Down there.”

Ooh, a big whooosh down below. “Ohh, honey, really?”

She nodded. “‘Cause… when you told me…” and a beautiful, rosy flush spread from her chest to her forehead, “and I… I saw YOUR panties, and your bottom, when you were getting dressed –”

“Touch yourself now, Jules, while you tell me.”

Her eyes widened, her lips parted, and she took a breath, but dutifully opened her legs and lay her small fingers on her pink slit.

“Just… circle around, honey. Like me.” And I, too, opened myself to her and began feathering my fingers through and around my softened pussy lips.

She did this, and the flush seemed to spread over her whole body.

“You saw my bottom?”

She nodded absently, stroking herself. “Uh-huhh… and when you were bent over, and you were doing stuff with your shoes…” Her eyes closed briefly, then fluttered open again. “I saw your… your pussy,” and she breathed in sharply, “and I thought it was so beautiful! And I felt… I don’t know, my tummy got all fluttery, and I just wanted to… OHhhh… to hug you, and… and kiss your bottom, and… oooOOOOoooh!!”

“Ohh, my baby,” and I was getting so hot, watching her, and listening to our mutual squelchy sounds between us. “Ready?”

She nodded. “For what?”

I sank my finger deep into myself. “Wooooohh… start with, “Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night”

She made a wild little absurd giggle. “Ohh, hohh,ho… okay… mmmnh…” and kept circling her little wet pussy, “Umm… —

Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night;–” she stopped, and focussed on me. “Can I… can I say “Mrs. Todd”, instead of Romeo?”

Oh, too much!! I laughed, then gasped as a thrill shot through me. “OHHhhh, yes, honey, sure… mmm, baby, you are amazing… Look at me the whole time. Go.”

“Mmmm, okay… Come, night; come,… Mrs. Todd; come, thou day in night- -ohhHHHHh, mmm… For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than… new snow on a raven’s back. Commmme, gentle night, come… loving, black-brow’d night, Give me my Mrs. Todd; and, when she shall die, ohHHH goshhh, Take her and cut her out in little stars, And she will make the face of heaven so fine!! MmmMMMMMNNHH!! OHHH!! That all the world… will be in love with night, huhhhHH! And pay no worship to the garish sun. OHHhhh, ahhHHHhh!!”

And she was just writhing around herself, her grinding fingers a blur on her sticky little cunt, as she frigged herself into a frenzy, her golden eyes on mine. The veins in her long neck stood out, and her hips rose to meet her whipsawing hand. I felt I was falling, falling into those deep eyes, that hungry little soul, as I thrummed my finger wetly on my clit, and… Mrs. Todd did come, as did her Julianne.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Louisa May

Little did we know, after that magical intermission, that we wouldn’t be seeing each other alone (other than our oh so brief pre-show ritual) for another 2 weeks! They were agonizing, as I could imagine they’d be doubly so for such a little restless imp. Every day during our five minutes or so in my dressing room before the show, she’d pine, and steel herself, and moon, and giggle, and just go somewhat sexbonkers for the sensations of the Stairwell.

The problem, for us, was that management had provided a chaperone for the youngsters, as one of the older women had complained of mid-show distractions. So Julianne couldn’t come visit me without company. And I don’t believe “Oh, I’m just going to have sex with Mrs. T” would have helped our cause…

There WAS one very nice stolen moment, when about six of us gals, kids and olders, went shopping together at one of the downtown malls after a matinee. There was a show later that afternoon, so we thought we’d just stick around and sample the city a bit.

And about 4 of us, a mother and daughter (another of the Little Three), and Julianne and I, stopped into a Structure store to check out the clothes (I wasn’t much on the New, but I liked their stuff every so often). I caught J’s twinkling eye when the mother told us she’d meet us in a few minutes at the front. They were going to the Changing Room. Well, this was a HUGE Structure, and there were two changing rooms! So little Julianne and I hustled our hungry butts down to the other room, trying not to RUN, and I grabbed a few smallish-looking outfits off some rack on the way, and we smiled, and were shown into a rather large changing stall by a clerk who then left. There was no one else in the area. We stood stock still for a moment, listening. Nothing. Then our eyes met.

Wordlessly, she leapt into my arms and began kissing my face like a starving girl. I opened my mouth and received her, just drinking in all that sweet Julianne breath. She was wearing a sort of bellbottomed stretch pants, purple, so I just yanked them right off her wriggling butt as she held on to me. So there she was, hands on my face, kissing,kissing, kissing, with her pants and panties bunched mid-thigh, and I just kneaded and palmed and twisted the soft, smooth flesh of her pretty little naked bottom. It was a wonderful added treat to have all those mirrors around, too, for I could watch her amazingly sexy gyrations, watch her dark pink little asshole pooch and wink with excitement at each small sigh and murmur.

And when I touched that wiggling star, I heard a little “ohhhh!” in my mouth, and she whispered fiercely, “my bottom is SO excited, I can hardly Breathe!” And when I pressed lightly against her warm anus, her mouth stopped, panting, at my ear, and I could then smell her heat, the tarry musk of her excitement.

Oh my GOD, I wanted so to strip her completely and make love to her for HOURS, to conSUME my Julianne, and be consumed…

But in our allotted, confined time, we did our best to love. And she did come, shortly thereafter. Humping my fingers wildly, with muffled squeaks and grunts, while I again stored this seemingly fictional moment away in mind, to come with her in dreams, and wakings.

“You guys??”

The Other Folk. I guess they tired of waiting.

I called, as Julianne licked my neck, “we’re almost set! Julianne got the belt stuck here.” She smiled, and nipped my lower lip. I put her down, and put a finger to her lips. “Taste yourself, ” I whispered.

She did, flushed, quizzical; she closed her small bright mouth around my finger, and, looking up into my eyes, sucked. Then swallowed. She sighed, and her eyes welled. “Kiss me.”

I leaned and kissed her deeply, slowly, then softly away. “We gotta go.”

Her lip trembled. “Nooo.”

I nodded. “Come on, dove,” and reached for the door. I didn’t want to think.

She stopped me, leaned her head into my side. “When, when, when??” she murmured.

“I don’t know, sweetie.” I breathed in her hair. “Sometime. I don’t know.” And opened the door.

It wasn’t until the week before we closed that I got to be with her, in the truest sense, again. And it was her idea, all hers.

I’d just finished doing my bills, and was in the process of stamp-sticking, when there was a frantic-sounding knock on my apartment door. I opened, and the relief in Julianne’s worried eyes was huge. She was dressed in her school outfit, and carried her school bag.

“You’re here!!”

I looked down the empty hallway, and closed the door. She leapt into my arms and immediately began where she’d left off a couple of weeks before, kissing, kissing, kissing. In the midst of this, a panted, hurried narrative got out: “I didn’t know –*kiss-kiss*– if you’d be here! –*kiss*– ’cause I told my Mom–*kisskisskiss*– I had to study with you –*kisskiss– ”

“Study with me??” I pulled my loving lamprey away for a bit.

She stared at me, eyes wide, a loopy smile on her pretty freckled face. She nodded. “Uh-huh. You said you’d help me with my Juliet speech.”

My brows rose. “I did?”

She nodded, a gleeful imp. She bit her lower lip.

I smiled, and leaned in to touch her nose to nose. I her eyes were huge, blurred, gorgeous. “So,” I murmured, “we should probably remember to look at that, huh?”

“Yeah,” she whispered back, her hips rocking into me, her eyes big and full on mine, “we should…”

And I touched my lips to hers and it was like turning on a switch, she was immediately panting into my mouth, sucking at my tongue, allowing deep access, kissing, kissing…

I carried her, still kissing, into my apartment, and sat on the edge of my couch.

We came away eventually, mutually, for a breath of air. She breathed, and looked at me. Tears welled.

“Hey, hey, hey…” I kissed a tear that fell, licking up her cheek. Clear, salty, Julianne, unbearable.

She took a shaky breath, and smiled bravely. “I just…I can’t think about you leaving, is all…” and another tear broke, and was sipped.

I kissed her, and it was hers again. “Let’s not.” I smoothed her cheek, and ran my fingers through that amazing little crop of thick golden hair. :Let’s use our time…wisely, hmm?”

She smiled, grinned, and nodded eagerly.

“Want to play a game? Kinda like what we HAVE played, but different?”

She murmured, still a bit sniffily, “I wanna do anything you tell me to do.”

I smiled. “Anything?”

She nodded, a dare. “Eh-nee-thing!”

I regarded her, put a posed finger to my chin. “Hmm…”

Her eyes grew wide, and she grimaced comically. “Eek!”

I stood. “Alright…sit there. Legs together. And sit up straight, young lady!” She was the picture of young Catholic school rectitude. Except for the expression of delighted anticipation.

I moved the coffee table to the wall and stood before her. “Would you like to see my breasts?”

She flushed, and took a deep breath. “Yes.”

“Yes, what, young lady?”

“Yes, please. Miss.” I noticed her squirm her slim thighs together slightly.

I must admit I was not dressed for a sexy show here; an oversize Steelers sweatshirt over a running bra,and satin running shorts. Under these were plain white cottons– my running outfit, which I’d planned until heaven walked in.

I was surprised to find myself a little embarrassed all of a sudden, to be stripping for this little girl, whom I adored. I realized I cared very much that she’d like what she saw, and had a sudden qualm that maybe she wouldn’t! I wasn’t smooth and perfect, I had…seasoning, and folds, and…wrinkles, for God’s sake! In all sorts of places! Well…( as I drew my sweatshirt over my head)…love me or leave me, little Julianne, but here I am.

And as I dropped the shirt on the floor and resumed the same motion to remove the sport bra, her face was rapt. Her lips were parted, as if she were waiting expectantly for the biggest birthday surprise…I felt so, so sexy, to strip for this wonderful girl. I struggled as gracefully as possible out of the bra, dropped it, and gave my pretties a good, hearty massage, celebrating the air. That and the awareness of J’s sweet gaze made my impertinent nipples really stand up; they were already a good half-inch, and rising. The breasts themselves were nice, 36C or so, and felt SO good to be handled.

I watched Julianne’s face flush darker. “Your breasts…are beautiful,” she breathed. I crooked my finger to her. Like a sleepwalker, she stood and approached me. Her head came up to my breasts. She stared at them, then at me.

“Suck my nipple, Julianne.”

“Ohh…” and she opened her mouth as I lifted the breast and placed my nipple on her tongue. Immediately, she closed it softly between her lips and began sucking. Ohh, my GOD, I felt it grow like a penis, harden in her warm mouth.

“Mmm, harder…” and she did, she sucked me harder, I felt her teeth against the dark senstive skin around the nipple, and her little tongue flick and flick upon the nipple itself. I held her head against me, switched her over, and stroked her hair. I began pulling at her shirt. No. Not yet.

I pulled her off me, “plup!” Her lips were wet, eyes glazed and puzzled. I kissed her soft, wet lips. “Get naked for me, Julianne. I want to see you naked.” And I sat on the couch.

She stood, looking a bit sleepy-eyed.

I pulled my nipple. OoooooooHH!! “Show me your sexy body, honey. Go ahead.”

She smiled slightly, shyly, and started, hesitantly, to pull the shirt I’d ruffled out of her skirt’s waistband. It was a white shirt, and a plaid, knee-length skirt. Black, patent leather shoes, white socks. Of course.

I sat back on the couch and opened my legs. My crotch was a bit damp already, and I laid my palm on it. “Take off your clothes, pretty girl,” I murmured.

She smiled, swallowed, and unbuttoned the shirt. No bra, and the J breasts were just starting, little half-plums with unusually dark pink currants in their middles. She dropped her shirt, and now reached round to get at the skirt zipper.

“Turn around. I want to see your bottom when you take your skirt off.”

And she dutifully turned, her shoes a touch pigeon-toed, and finally got the clip. Zzzip, and now she brought it down, slowly, watching me and now enjoying this, I think. I grinned to see the familiar yellow field of purple hearts revealed, and she grinned to see I’d seen. She did a little wiggle that took my breath away.

“Now…”, little shaky, “now, pull your panties down to your knees, and take off your shoes. Leave your socks on, honey.”

“‘Kay…” small voice. And she peeled those yellow panties down, and bent further to take the shoes off. Her bare, smooth bottom…the cheeks perfect, small globes that lightened at their tops; the shallow crack, dark, coddling the even darker pocket of her tiny, hidden anus; and those two prominent lips below, symmetrical fruit, their inner, rosy, shiny tongue peeking out between…

Thank GOD she got the shoes off, I would have had to take her there, half-shod. “Pull up, and go lie on my bed…”

And as the dutiful child she was, she did, and lay, panties and socks, her head on my pillow. A slight smile for me as I pulled my shorts off and joined her there. I knelt over her, and kissed her once. She reached her arms around and pulled me down to her. We kissed some more, and I drew circles ’round her budding breasts, her nipples that grew hard. We kissed, and then my hand smoothed down her taut, smooth stomach, and fingered at her navel, a large hole for such a little girl.

She stopped her kissing to whisper to me, “I can fit a dime in there,” wiggled her bottom, and resumed her deep, deep kissing. My hand ran further down, and felt the dampness at her mound, and felt her little hips lift UP, her legs splay impossibly wide, a welcome. A deMAND. Well, I’m game.

My fingers smoothed the humid groove, her cotton panties sinking into her as I pressed and circled. She moaned.

I stopped kissing. “Do you want me to kiss you there?”

Eyes wide. A swallow, then a nod, that grew faster, more aggressive with each shake. I felt her hips bounce with each thumping nod.

I moved down her body, and with my mouth retraced my previous track: my tongue licked circles round her little tits, and I lipped the beestung nipples, sucked, gently gripped them in my teeth.

“Mmmm!” Her body arched to me, her hands caressed my thick dark hair. I trailed my mouth down, down, and it was true, it WAS a capacious belly button; my tongue tip scooped inside, she giggled, and gasped as I moved my face still further down, and mouthed upon her heated panty middle. I breathed into her open crotch, and felt the soft, soft contours of her sex upon my lips, under the cloth.

As soon as I looked up, she raised her hips, and I drew the panties down, and off her white-socked feet. I stayed awhile, still, just staring at her beautiful, wild virgin pussy, her hairless, somewhat rosy, shining lips, now open to me in her inviting spread. It seemed to me she pulsed, down there, her inner lips curled slowly in their need, and a pearl of whitish fluid welled within her folds.

I looked up at her flushed, expectant face. “What do you call this, honey?”

She blushed and jiggled her hips. “Just…down there. I think. I don’t know.”

“Let’s call it something, alright?” She nodded. “What shall we call it?”

“Umm…what do you call it?”

“I call it my pussy.”

Julianne blushed, her eyes widened. “Oh-kaay.”

“So,” I smiled. “What do you want me to do, honey?”

She grinned, grimaced. “Umm…kiss me…on my pussy? Eeeeh!” And she covered her face.

And I did. I leaned in, and blew again on the soft flesh, a hot breath.

“Oooh.” Hands up behind her head. Her legs were open so wide.

I stuck my tongue out, looking in her eyes, and touched the tip to the little pearl of moisture. And licked. She took a deep, slow breath. I swallowed the dew. Sooo wonderful, so…salty, acidic, musky, sex-earthy. I kissed her parted lips, and pressed my own upon them, mashing softly in, opening them, and snaked my tongue inside.

“Ohhhh…” she pushed her hips towards me, grinding herself into my mouth. My tongue laved down, and licked a line below her hole, to slick against the smooth skin underneath, then down into the tiny valley of her asshole. Her legs went up, and up and dangled way apart.

Then, tasting that dark hole, I wormed my tongue upwards again, and scooped a path along her sliming furrow up into her little hood, that parted for me, and presented the blood-white, shiny nub that was her clit.

And when I gently worried there, tiny licklick circles through and through, she sighed, and moaned, and started to whisper-wail small mewings and amazed cries: “OhhhHHH…ohhh, that’s…it’s so gooood, I’m …ooooooOOOOOHH!! OH, OHH, OHHH!!” And she was pulling at her feet and legs, trying to pull herself apart for me, to make herself one big only Pussy, and wildly swinging her hips and bottom around and up, and up, and bouncing, while I licked, and sucked, and circled, and fluttered…

And when I felt her crisis finally coming, I held her legs apart, and clamped my mouth to her clit, and sucked, and sucked. And she did come, loudly, weeping, a pillow on her face, thrashing into it, muffling her terror-filled joy, until she grunted, and uttered a stifled squeak that continued as her legs locked around my ears, her hips rose, and froze, and she shook and shook, spasming into my mouth, spasms that grew less and less; until she melted, boneless, down, and I brought my face away, swallowing the delicious Julianne spend, my face coated with Her.

I removed my own panties (soaked beyond redemption), and lay down next to her. She turned and buried her face in my neck, her hand on my cheek, a soft, childlike stroking. We lay quietly, breathing, aware, for a few minutes. Then a small voice in my ear. “I’m going with you, you know.”

I smoothed lazy circles on her thin bare back. “In my heart, I know. But no, you know.”

Another long pause, breathing, smelling her; her light floral shampoo, her so-young excitement. Her tangy skin. She still lightly stroked my cheek, and chin, and ear, her face buried. Then: “I love you too much.”

I brought her head up, both hands on her cheeks, and looked in her tear-smeared eyes. Oh my God. My God. I stared into those loving eyes. Her face, this little eleven-year-old face, was an epiphany. I hadn’t planned to fall in love, and certainly, certainly not in such an impossible way. I leaned in and kissed her softly, gently, meaningfully. I leaned away and looked again into those golden eyes. Her lower lip trembled slightly. There was a tiny scar on her chin.

“How can we do this, my little Julianne?” She just looked at me, her lips parted. “I don’t know how we can do this.”

She whispered, “I just want to be with you.”

I kissed her damp, freckled forehead. “And I want to be with you.” I breathed deeply. “I love you.” It was like the sun came out in her eyes, though they welled up again. I kissed those eyes, one by one, and tasted her love. “So what are we going to do?”

She touched my nipple. Just a touch. Touch, touch. She watched herself doing it. “I don’t know,” she murmured.

Ooh, that just sent ripples through me. “Well…I don’t know about the long run right now,” as I watched my nipple grow under her soft touch-touching, “but you could sure help me out, if you want.”

She nodded. “What do you want me to do? Yes, yes, yes, yes.” She sat up, invigorated. “I’ll do anything for you. Anything.”

I touched her nose. “Sweet girl.” I knelt up. “Would you like to kiss my pussy like I did to you?”

Her eyes widened, and she nodded, a bit less surely. “Uh-huh…”

“What, honey?”

“I want to, I’m just…” she made a little timid face, “I don’t know what to do.”

“That’s okay, honey, I’ll show you. Lie down here.” And she lay down, her head on the pillow. “Here, scootch down a bit.” She did so, and I arranged the pillow vertically beneath her head. Then I straddled her belly. “See, I’m going to kneel above you, and all you have to do is kiss my pussy for me like you watched me do you.” I leaned down to her and kissed her, deeply. She responded, her arms going up around my neck. Our tongues played together, twining, slithering together, drinking each other. Then I knelt back up.

“Woo…ohh, honey…”

“I love kissing you.” She bit her lower lip.

“Ohh, honey.” I was lightheaded. I looked down at my own pussy, and pulled my lips apart for her. “See here? My other lips.” And very wet. I looked at her. “Just kiss them like you kissed me, and I’ll just…”

“Go flying to the moon!” She grinned.

“At least.” I shuffled upwards along her body, until I knelt astride her head. Seeing her between my thighs, her huge, gorgeous eyes…it wouldn’t take long, that’s for sure. “Ready?”

She nodded, and kissed an inner thigh. “I want to…kiss your pussy.”

And as she blushed, I smiled, and lowered myself down to her mouth. I watched her open her mouth and take the first questing taste. She looked up. “You taste goood!” I lowered a bit more, and was now in a position such that she’d not have to do much with any part of her other than her mouth.

And I felt her, ohh, I felt that pretty, lively mouth kiss, and lick, then thrust her tongue inside me. I grabbed my breasts and kneaded them, as I watched my darling Julianne work.

And soon I felt the tingle of my impending come, the currents coursing through me, warming me, filling me with their animal glow. And Julianne was making noise down there, humming, and slurping, and shaking her head so that I felt her hair brush, brush against my thighs. Ohhhh, GOD, so GOOD, Ohh, Fuck, my baby, ohh my baby, and I put my hand behind her head and pulled her into me, and began to really fuck her face.

And she was moaning, and making little noises like a hungry child at her first bowl of soup for days, and I just smeared myself all on her mouth, her nose, her chin — and then I was really coming, and panting like a beast, and jamming her face up and down, fast, into my cunt, fucking her face. “OhHHHH, BABY, yes, yesyes YESSS, OhhH FUCK, honey, I’m COMING, Baby, OHHHH GODD, ooOOH! OHH!! AAAUUGHHH!!!”

And pressed her HARD into my pussy as I shook, frozen, spasming against her near-suffocated face. And realized it, in the recesses of my orgasming mind, and loosened my grip. But she, dear soul, stayed there, and as I came down, ran her whole face slowly up and down my greasy slit, my wet-mat lips, giving me additional, lightning jolts of pleasure, as my come wound down…

And as I knew, I spread my kneeling thighs, and pulled her upwards through my legs, and embraced her, held her to me, and she wrapped her little arms around me, kissing my breasts, my belly, my shoulders… kissing, kissing, kissing. My love.

Continue on to Chapter 3

By Louisa May

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in January 2005 }

I’m 41, I’ve been a professional actress for almost 20 years; and I recently experienced the most intensely erotic adventure, I suppose you’d call it, I have ever had. Ever. And that’s saying quite a lot, actually, because I’ve been around the block a few times.

And all the names and places have been changed and re-arranged, because I don’t want to get myself or anyone else involved in this… thing, in trouble. Because it would, ultimately, out of the short-sighted, narrow-minded, hypocritical, squeamish… alright, none of that. It is just SO too bad… criminal, really, that something so unbeLIEVably powerful and good and… ohh, what the hell, I had a love affair with an eleven-year-old girl, and I want to remember it forever. So no specifics. But it really happened. So… amazing. If I never touch another human being, the memory of my moments with Julianne Smith, who liked to be called Jules, will provide me with all the company I’ll need.

She’d been cast late, one of the three little girls who comprised the Greek chorus-like group downstage during much of my own scenes. It was a new play in a relatively large midwestern professional theatre, and I won’t reveal the title, either, in case the thing sprouts legs somewhere else and becomes successful. One never knows in this business.

I was the lead, playing the main character at her peak; two other actresses played the same role as a very young, and very old version of the same woman. At first there were two smaller girls perpetually downstage, observers, basically. But the director decided he wanted a triumvirate of preteens, so Julianne Smith was hired. Her mother had worked in the costume shop the year before, and Julianne had appeared in a few of the theatre’s summer musicals, as well as playing Scout in the last fall’s acclaimed production of “To Kill A Mockingbird.”

She had a fierce energy all her own, as well as the capacity for a joy that seemed boundless. I had starred in a few plays there in previous years, and she had seen me in a couple of them. On her first day of rehearsal, I came into the studio to see, written large on the blackboard, her looping note, “The Middle Mrs. Todd (my character’s name) is My GOD!!” I smiled. Wacky girl.

It WAS nice, though, to watch her. So animated, and so pretty; her face and limber limbs in fairly constant and intriguing motion. It took a while, and quite a few angry shouts from the director, to get her to stop gabbing and buckle down. But once she did, she lifted her compatriots’ performances with her own steely concentration. During a break, or while the director spoke to a tech person, I’d catch her looking at me every so often. I’d smile, or wave, and she’d do the same.

Once, during a short break, she sidled up to me, grinned shyly and said, “You are so… Awesome.” And blushed.

Kind of melted a bit of my hard heart, and I told her, “Hey, Scout… you’re pretty awesome yourself.”

To which she blushed even more, grinned hugely, and covered her face with her hands. A Muffled, “Aww, Jeez… thanks.” And peeked at me. I aimed an index finger at her freckled nose, and touched it. She giggled. Break over.

During a good part of my time onstage, even when I wasn’t speaking, the Little Three, as we called them, sat at the foot of the stage, looking up at me (or whomever was speaking–usually me). They were all dressed in a kind of toga-like nightgown, and for the most part, sat there quite ladylike, watching. Except for Miss Smith, who, often, would forget herself, and sit, rapt, her legs apart, panties quite visible. In her attention, she seemed completely unaware of her posture. Indeed, there seemed no scheme to it; she’d flash me at any time, sometimes so openly that it would seem she’d have to be aware.

But I did discover how unaware she really was.

For once we’d opened, and developed our various routine, one of them was Julianne’s ritual of knocking on my dressing room door, and, when I opened it, leaping into my arms, hugging me, kissing both cheeks, and fervently wishing me a ‘good show’. Then, with my tacit permission, she’d sit in my extra chair and watch me finish my makeup and costuming.

And this, I think, was where I first discovered the odd, slightly illicit thrill of dressing, and undressing, before this girl, while we talked about everything under the sun.

And one day, for no other reason I think than that it was a beautiful day, I was feeling a bit randy. And when Jules hugged me, I felt her legs press against me more than usual (she was always toga-ed by then), and smelled her breath by my cheek. And when she looked in my eyes and told me to “Have a Good Show”, I saw how amazingly golden and clear and really gorgeous those big eyes were. I looked longer than usual before responding with my ritual, “And you too, Jules,” and her mouth parted slightly, and she reddened slightly. Then I responded, and she breathed, and jumped down to her chair.

Maybe, too, my extra lewdness came out of the fact that I’d bought a new pair of sexy thong underwear, and actually (child-flasher!) was looking FORward to undressing that evening before the eagle eyes of Miss J.Smith. Perhaps.

Either way, as she began telling me all about her new big plan (she had about 3 a week) to form her own internet theatre company, I listened, and began undressing. First, my shirt, which revealed my new satin bra; then I turned, as usual, and began taking down my pants. I took longer than usual, and as my largish but quite presentable butt cheeks came into view, I heard Jules’ monologue slow, stammer, and ultimately stop. That happened when I bent to remove the pants, and KNEW I’d shown her a glimpse of my bare puss. The thong was so tiny, it was floss between my cheeks, and barely became a piece of substantial material until it reached my pubes on the other side.

So when I stood bent over, taking my sweet time examining my feet, I heard breathing, swallows, then a soft, small voice: “You… you got new underpants, huh?”

I actually stayed where I was and just peeked at her from around my leg.

“Mm-hmm… sale at Victoria’s Secret.” A slight wiggle. “You like ’em?”

Upside down to me, she nodded. “They’re really… nice.”

“Thank you, honey.” I massaged my arch. “Yours are pretty nice, too.”

A pause. “Huh?”

“Your underpants. Yellow with purple hearts?” I stood, turned.

Her mouth hung open, eyes wide. “How… how’d you know that?”

I smiled, tilted my head. “I see all, from where I am onstage.” I touched her nose. “And you don’t!”

She rolled her eyes and blushed from her frilled neck to her golden-banged hairline. “OhmyGOSH!”

I reached for my costume. “It doesn’t matter, no one else can see.”

“But YOU can!” she wailed, dramatically clutching her palms to her face.

I turned, thought. “Umm… yes, I can.” I smiled again and started putting on the robe. “It’s actually nice sometimes, see a little color up there. All this GRAY…”

The PA box intoned. “Five minutes pleae… five minutes to places, five minutes.”

“Ohmygosh, I have to go,” and Julianne scrambled to the door. She turned to me sheepishly. “Sorry.”

“Oh stop, I told you, it’s FINE. I just noticed. You noticed mine.”

She thought about that one. “Okay. See ya. Oh, Mrs. Todd?” She usually called me by my character name.

I turned to her. “Hmm?” And she’d flipped up her toga, revealing those same yellow/purple panties. She wiggled her little bottom, then opened the door and ran out, laughing. I shook my head, feeling a small glowing under my thong.

A few days later, she got me. Since our conversation, Juliannne had become, apparently more aware of her exposure, and I rarely saw even a glimpse of any underthings. I realized I missed it, and chastised myself for telling her.

But that Saturday night, with a full house, she got me. She was enough of a pro to know not to distract me while I spoke, but when the time came that I stood onstage while the action occurred to one side, I noticed out of the corner of my eye a splash of unfamiliar color. I turned slightly, and saw little Julianne, with a slight knowing smile on her face, sitting cross-legged, her toga opened below to reveal panties a vivid pink. I caught her eye and she grinned. I smiled slightly, and felt my innards warm as she slowly, so slowly scooped her toga upwards to more fully unveil the obviously new neon pink panties. It was as if a delectable piece of pink candy had appeared among the gray set pieces. And when the light hit me, I leapt into the part again, renewed.

A light knock on my door at intermission. “Come!”

Her elfin head poked through the door.

I turned. “Wow… you sure got me.”

She smiled. “Did I?”

“You know you did.”

She blushed, seemed to decide something. “Umm… do you have time for me to show you something?”

I put down my water bottle. “What?”

She looked down at her sandals. “It’s a surprise.” She looked back up at me, her big, hazel eyes full of mischief, and… what? Excitement? Fear?

“Sure.”

A gesture of haste. “C’mere.” And I stood and followed her.

She walked quickly down the hallway, then up a flight of back stairs. It was darker here, and she climbed one more flight before stopping me at the landing. “Wait. Close your eyes.” I did so, amused, intrigued. New panties? A home-made fan artwork?

I heard her climb the short set of steps above me, then a rustling.

“Okay. Open.”

I opened my eyes in the half-dark, and saw her sitting on the top step above me. Her legs were open, and her panties, I thought, were different, strangely patterned. I drew closer, and with a melting shock realized that it wasn’t her panties. She wasn’t wearing any.

“Oh, Jules…” She sat there, her lower lip slightly trembling, a small half-smile on her cute face. And what I’d thought was a pattern was actually her bare, hairless little slit, with a wonderfully pendulous little set of labia protruding from her slit like petals.

I drew even closer, to the step right below her. “It’s so dark, it’s kinda hard to see…” Whereupon she opened her slim legs even further, and drew her toga-gown up above her waist. She half-whispered, “I just… I wanted to show you… to give you this…” Her smile was weakening, her resolve tremulous.

“Oh, Jules, honey…” I looked up into her shining eyes. “You are so beautiful, my darling.” And she took a deep, deep breath, and smiled. I held my arms out to her and she stood and embraced me. Her legs wrapped around my waist. She buried her face in my neck.

“Can I touch you, sweetie?” I whispered. She nodded in my neck, and I ran my hand underneath her gown, feeling thewarmtht of her smooth young bottom against my hand. My long fingers glided down her shallow crack, the tips kissing her surprisingly hot little anus. The fingers trailed lower, and she shifted against me, her legs parting around me to get a better purchase, and to open herself for me. A soft sigh from her, as I touched her damp little slit, the so soft petals of those fantastic little pussy lips. They seemed to move slightly, as a snail against my sensitive fingertips.

I leaned and kissed her golden, close-cropped hair, as I sank a finger gently into her seeping slit. A breathy mewing from her, and I felt her kiss my neck. Another finger touched the tiny, pearly nub at the apex of her slick little pocket, and her sigh told me the little clit was hungry for me, so I circled, and circled, and squeezed the lips, and drew my fingers in and out and through the quivering slit.

And she was now working her hips around me, her fresh little bottom squeezing and opening, her lithe thighs rippling against my sides, as she felt the urgent newness of orgasm rise inside her. Her mewing became panting, became a kind of savage moaning, soft, whispering shakily in my ear. I leaned down further and brushed my lips against her her temple, and she brought her flushed face up to mine, and we kissed. And kissed, and I drove my tongue inside her sighing mouth, as she really started coming on my rapidly moving fingers. Her huffs and sighings echoed, rustling, through the stairwell, as she held me tightly, tightly, and had her first orgasm with me fingerfucking her in my arms.

And all this took short, heartwinded minutes, and we kissed, and whispered, and knew we must be still as separate beings in our life, and knew as well we’d find the moments, somehow, to be ours.

Continue on to Chapter 2