Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By StarSapphire

Jackie and I had been casual friends for several years and, while we were both lesbians, we had never been lovers. Not that there was anything wrong with her. She was taller than me, had a trim body she kept in shape, and had these really sexy blue eyes that went well with her long straight blond hair. We just had never considered ourselves as potential relationship material. We were generally pretty candid with each other though, especially around sexual matters, and I enjoyed our times together, infrequent as they were.

At the time I was 28 and, unknown to Jackie, having a passionate affair with a twelve year old girl that I desperately needed to keep secret. We’d met in the park near my office where I ate lunch most days. We first became friends then gradually grew closer together over time. I ended up being her primary babysitter as her mother worked nights as a bartender. She was also alcoholic and more than a little neglectful. The maternal side of my nature rose to the occasion along with my libido. Young Cheryl, aside from being a knock out, was a bright, lively and very sensual young lady and we consummated our relationship that summer following a spectacular fireworks display I’d taken her to. The pyrotechnics continued into the wee hours of the morning!

Jackie knew I was babysitting Cheryl but not about our relationship. It therefore came as a surprise when we were having coffee one morning when she told me how attractive she thought Cheryl was.

“I mean for twelve she is certainly hot!” Jackie exclaimed.

“Why Jackie, I didn’t know you were into younger women,” I laughed a little nervously. Jackie was about a year older than me.

“Neither did I. Not till I saw Cheryl,” Jackie said. “I mean this is embarrassing, admitting I have the hots for a twelve year old school girl!” I laughed to myself, if only she knew. Well at least she had good taste!

“She is attractive,” I said trying to sound as neutral as I could. “And I’m sure Cheryl would be very flattered to know you said that.”

“About having the hots for her? My God,” Jackie gasped. “You’re not going to tell her that are you?”

“Of course not,” I laughed. “Just the part about being so attractive,” I lied. Of course I was going to tell Cheryl that Jackie had the hots for her. She’d be delighted I was sure. Cheryl craved that kind of approval and I wouldn’t deny her the knowledge of Jackie’s feelings. I had no intention of taking matters any further of course, other than to enjoy the vicarious thrill I got from Jackie’s excitement over Cheryl and to savour Cheryl’s reaction when I told her.

Jackie and I continued our conversation leaving Cheryl aside for the moment but she brought up the subject of liking young girls once again. This time she told me about her first sexual experience at 13 with a neighbour lady that had me quite moist by the end of the telling. It seems the woman had hired Jackie to do some yard work one summer after which she proceeded with a rather prolonged seduction that had Jackie climbing the walls before she finally made her move and administered the coup de grace as it were. She had completely sexualized young Jackie and taught her all the positions and protocols of lesbian sex, along with a few other things not usually found in sex ed books. When the yard work was done for the summer the grounds had become immaculate after repeated visits by Jackie, whose mother couldn’t get over how industrious young Jackie had suddenly become in tending to her neighbour’s yard!

Jackie’s conclusion surprised me yet again. “I think maybe I want to give a girl that age all the pleasure and knowledge that I got that summer. You know, like giving back, sort of.”

Well there was a new twist. While I had accepted the fact that I liked having sex with young girls I’d never quite managed to rationalize it as an act of service before, as something worthy of saintly praise! Oh well, if it helps you make it through the night Jackie, who am I to say different? We soon parted and set up another coffee date for the next weekend.

That evening Cheryl was doing a sleep over at my place as she usually did. Her mom worked quite late on weekends and these became precious times for us to be together. Her mother certainly didn’t mind me taking her for the whole weekend which gave her ample time to sleep, work, and drink without the hindrance of a daughter to look after. Out of misery comes joy!

When Cheryl arrived in the afternoon I told her about my conversation with Jackie. She was at first amused but then began thinking. Uh oh, I thought, what’s happening here? I looked at her delectable form, her thick brown hair, slim figure, 5’1″ tall with just the hint of breasts, then admired her trim coltish legs bare to my gaze by virtue of the short shorts she wore. Even though I knew intimately what lay beneath this clothing I still longed to see her naked yet again. A flash of jealousy bolted through me as I thought of her being in the arms of my friend Jackie as I knew she was contemplating.

“You’re thinking of having sex with Jackie aren’t you, you little minx?” I confronted her but with a wry smile on my face. I wondered what she would reply, what Jackie’s yearnings might do to our relationship.

“Yes,” she said matter of factly. “But right now I’d rather have sex with you.”

“Good answer kid,” I said somewhat relieved. I hadn’t had much experience with the green eyed monster before and I was feeling a little unnerved. Cheryl saw the uncertain look on my face.

“You’re not jealous are you? Because if you are I’ll never mention Jackie’s name again,” Cheryl said earnestly, noting my woeful expression. “Besides that must mean you really love me.” Cheryl looked up at me with those big brown eyes that always made me melt.

“Oh God, you know what? I was feeling jealous and you’re right it does mean I love you more than I realized. Oh baby, come here,” I enfolded her in my arms pressing her tightly against my body. “Yes sweetheart I love you to bits but you don’t need to stop thinking or talking about Jackie honey. I just need some time to think things through a bit more. I admit part of me is a little excited imagining you two together. Is that okay with you babe? ”

“Oh gosh Star yes!” Cheryl giggled. “But for right now let’s keep it as our little fantasy. And don’t forget, I told you I wanted sex with you now, remember?”

How could I forget! We headed for the bedroom for a little afternoon delight where my desire to see young Cheryl naked was more than fulfilled. She was equally enamoured of my body, especially my big breasts which she instinctively headed for as soon as we lay down. Of course her little ones held my fascinated attention and I paid them a lot more than lip service. About her bare little puss I won’t even go there. Suffice it to say I was shaved as bald as her and we enjoyed each other’s hairless nether regions immensely. No crease, fold, crevice, or protuberance was overlooked in our pursuit of ecstasy.

As we lay basking in the afterglow of the great sex we had just had the subject of Jackie again came up like a looming cloud floating just overhead. This subject would not go away peacefully. We needed to wrestle with it a bit. I was trying to be practical on the issue and Cheryl romantic, thus we didn’t always agree.

“We are going to have to tell her about us if this is to go ahead. That’s almost a given. But just to be safe we’d tell her after you have sex with her,” I said. “That way she couldn’t tell on us,” That fear was ever close to my heart.

“No Star, I told you, I want you to be there when we have sex! That’ll be just as safe and I know you want to be there,” she said, hitting the nail on the head and clinching that part of the argument. I couldn’t disagree. To see her writhing with passion in Jackie’s arms was a picture growing more vivid in my mind with each time we spoke of this. Somehow my faith and trust in her was overcoming my insidious jealous streak and I was becoming a willing partner to her plans.

“You just have to promise I won’t lose you to that slinky blond pedophile,” I pleaded pathetically.

Cheryl laughed. “No way! I belong totally to this brunette pedophile right here!”

That settled, we showered and got on with our day. Of course this was all at the level of fantasy I thought. I only half believed it really might happen. Even as we discussed intimate details of the arrangements that might ensue part of my mind stayed rigidly in denial that Jackie and Cheryl would actually have sex while I watched, as much as the picture of it turned me on and I would masturbate to the thought of it regularly all that week. Cheryl however, had a different take on things as it turned out.

The week went by with even more discussion about Jackie until It was time for our coffee date Saturday morning. I was unexpectedly nervous as I approached the shop and waited for her to arrive. A few minutes later she came in looking very attractive and willowy in a pale sun dress, large brimmed hat, and sunglasses. Removing the latter two items she went to the counter, grabbed her coffee and joined me. My nervousness seemed to increase as she sat down and smiled. After exchanging pleasantries I told her Cheryl’s delight at her compliment anxious to get her reaction.

Jackie blushed. “Oh God, I’m still a little embarrassed at what I told you last week. But the truth is I’ve been thinking about her a lot since we talked. Come on, tell me! You must feel something towards her too or is it that I’m just a perv?”

Jackie looked so upset I had to answer honestly. “Yes, I feel attracted to her. She’s definitely a fox. I just don’t know if I could have been as open about my feelings as you,” I said. “So relax, you’re not a pervert okay? She’s a very attractive, sensual girl and a lot of women would feel attracted to her. At the very least I think she likes you a lot, if that helps.” Which was certainly true.

“Oh thank God! So it’s not just me? Thank you Star, that’s such a relief,” she laughed and my nervousness vanished. She was still interested so maybe I could play with her a bit, or so I thought.

“Hey, why don’t you come shopping with Cheryl and me this afternoon? It’ll give you a chance to really check her out and you two can get to know each other better,” And have the living daylights teased out of you I thought, knowing just how Cheryl would play this.

When I told Cheryl later about this arrangement true to form a wicked grin played across her pretty little face and I knew Jackie was in for a rocky ride. For a start Cheryl chose to wear a pair of white short shorts that barely covered her backside, never mind what they did or didn’t do to her frontside, along with a loose fitting pale blue half-top that allowed for some surreptitious peeks from just the right angles. The A cup bra of course was forgotten. Added to this ‘ensemble terrible’ was a little light make-up and Cheryl looked smashing. Poor Jackie, I thought, she doesn’t stand a chance.

We met Jackie at the mall and Cheryl gave her a big beaming smile. The seduction had started! She complimented Jackie on how she looked which was returned with a jaw dropping you’re welcome as she eyed Cheryl’s outfit and long carefully brushed hair. Jackie returned the praise in a quiet understatement that belied the look of frustrated excitement her face.

Cheryl decided to walk beside Jackie and never ceased to look up at her adoringly as we walked along looking at the shop windows. It was clear Cheryl was mastering the art of ‘chatting up’ as she flirted with and teased Jackie unmercifully for the next couple of hours. Jackie would occasionally look at me and giggle or roll her eyes in almost coquettish glee. Needless to say we didn’t buy much and instead spent quite a while in the food fair as the two of them ogled each other and blushed a lot. I thought it was all enormously funny even if twinges of jealousy occasionally tormented me.

We finally parted company and each went our separate ways but not before Cheryl had finagled me into extending a dinner invitation to Jackie for the following evening. I was happy to oblige and more than a little intrigued to see what would transpire, although I pretended to make a bit of a fuss just for fun. Not to my surprise Jackie seemed inordinately pleased and accepted immediately much to Cheryl’s delight of course.

When we got home Cheryl burst into laughter. She was beside herself with delight, the little rascal.

“Wasn’t Jackie cool! She was so into it!”

“Yes she was you minx. You were almost cruel with those come-ons young lady,” I answered amused. “Careful you don’t start anything you can’t finish.”

“Who says I can’t finish?” Cheryl replied with her wicked trade mark little grin.

“God, I’ve created a monster!” I said, now wondering exactly where everything was going. It all felt a little out of my control.

I had a bit of a restless sleep that night while Cheryl slept the sleep that only the young can manage; instant, deep, and untroubled. Our sex had been warm and loving and gave me great reassurance of her love, something I didn’t realize I was badly needing I guess. In fact the next morning I awoke without a pang of jealousy when I contemplated Cheryl and Jackie together. Indeed, I was looking forward to our dinner engagement that evening with not a little excitement at the thought of what might happen. I intended to talk to Cheryl about this over breakfast.

I had at last given up my denial and realized that this whole thing might actually come together. We shall see!

* * *

Chapter Two

All during that day Cheryl couldn’t contain her excitement. I tried to talk with her rationally about Jackie, the sex, and possible consequences but she was too consumed in her passion to listen much. Then I would remember when I was twelve and her refusal to see much beyond her own desires became understandable. I’d just have to try to be the adult with, I hoped, Jackie’s cooperation although I wasn’t counting too much on that!

I was also quite nervous. I could imagine Cheryl’s disappointment if things didn’t go her way and I was very apprehensive about letting someone else into our little secret romance if they did. Not that a part of me wasn’t as excited as Cheryl at the prospect of her and Jackie having sex. But, while I had dealt with my jealousy, I sincerely hoped there would be no emotional complications arise on their part from their evening of passion, should it take place. I was altogether in quite a state.

Cheryl helped me prepare a nice fresh tuna dish along with a beautiful salad that I hoped would impress Jackie. Cheryl hoped it would too and said so repeatedly. She also laid out the dinner table along with candles, trying to make things look as romantic as possible. Just before Jackie was due to arrive she took me aside.

“Star, how do you think I should start things? I don’t really know what to do here and I’m afraid Jackie will be too shy in front of you to start anything herself.”

“Or just too shy,” I added. “I can make myself scarce for awhile if you think that might help? That and some more wine after dinner might work! But you’re right. I think you’ll have to make the first move,” I laughed.

We agreed that I should go out for about half an hour and I told Cheryl to use the time to work her magic the way she had in the mall and to take the first opportunity that came along to kiss her. She thought that would be splendid, but what about when I came home? I suggested she leave that up to me. I figured I could maneuver the situation accordingly if I saw a sign from her that she had succeeded at getting to first base. This was all getting very exciting.

When the door buzzer sounded I think we both jumped a little, lost in our nefarious plotting as we were! Very shortly Jackie’s knock came at the door and Cheryl ran to answer it. She led Jackie by the hand to the dining area and I stopped to admire the work Jackie had gone to for this occasion. Her long blond hair was shiny clean and well brushed and she had obviously spent some time applying some attractive light make-up including a delicious glossy red lipstick. Her top and shorts were both white and looked expensive. I don’t know what it did for Cheryl but I was certainly impressed and not a little turned on. We’d both done a little extra with ourselves too.

Jackie looked a little nervous as we sat down for dinner. We poured white wine and I even gave a glass to Cheryl who was thrilled. She proceeded to serve dinner, Jackie first of course, and bent low enough to allow Jackie a peek down her top which, I noticed with amusement, she took. We chit chatted away with Cheryl giving all of her attention to a bemused Jackie who seemed to soak it up like a sponge. I was quietly ignored but did manage a comment or two and Cheryl would shoot me the nicest smiles from time to time. Jackie seemed much more relaxed by dinner’s end.

The dinner judged a success we convened in the living room with our recharged wine glasses, Cheryl and Jackie together on the couch and I in an arm chair opposite. I noticed that Cheryl had taken Jackie’s hand and was sitting very close to her. Now this was a good sign! After a bit of conversation and more google-eyed wonder from Cheryl at Jackie I announced I was going out to buy us some dessert and that I’d be gone about half an hour.

“Now you two be good!” I winked, wishing nothing of the kind of course!

I went and got us some gelato then sat and had a coffee, waiting anxiously for the half hour to end. Finally, thirty five minutes after I’d left I made a racket with my keys in the door and re-entered my place. Setting down the ice cream I walked into the living room. I didn’t need any signal from Cheryl. One look at Jackie’s lipstick told the tale.

I laughed quietly to myself at the nervous expression on Jackie’s face and Cheryl’s sly grin as they both sat there like innocent school girls, Jackie like she was waiting for the principal. I decided to put her out of her misery.

“Jackie, may I have a word? You will excuse us for a minute Cheryl?” Cheryl nodded happily as Jackie followed me meekly into the bedroom.

“You really should have worn the non-smear lipstick tonight, honey,” I said as Jackie blushed and dropped her eyes.

“Star, I’m so sorry! I don’t…don’t know what came over me!” Jackie cried in genuine contrition, on the verge of tears. Time to stop teasing!

“Hey, hey it’s okay Jackie!” She looked up at me startled. “You see Cheryl and I have been lovers for awhile which, for obvious reasons, I’ve never told anyone, including you of course. But I’m telling you now because the thing she wants most in the world is to have sex with you! In fact please do, so I can stop listening to her babble on about how much she wants you!” I laughed. “No kidding,” Jackie deadpanned, a look of some bewilderment on her face. “You mean your saying it’s okay if I have sex with your twelve year old girl friend. Did I just hear you say those words? Hell, did I just hear myself say those words?”

“Yes and you started it. As soon as I told Cheryl about how you felt this whole thing began. So it’s all your fault!” I laughed.

Jackie groaned. “You told her? Oh my God.” She clasped her hands against her beautiful face.

“I’m sorry. I just never expected this reaction. I just wanted her to know how attractive she was to others,” I apologized sincerely. “I admit too I felt a little jealous at first but Cheryl’s helped me through that and now I find the idea kind of exciting. She even wants me to watch! How do you feel about that?”

“A little strange but I think I could get used to the idea.” Jackie drew back a little then smiled. “And you’re really okay with this?”

“I wouldn’t have said so if I felt otherwise, truly Jackie! So do you want to do this or not? If you refuse you just might break Cheryl’s young heart,” I guilt tripped her gently but shamelessly.

“Well we can’t have that then, can we?” Jackie announced and proceeded to lead me back into the living room where young Cheryl waited anxiously.

As soon as she saw the smiles on our faces Cheryl relaxed and rose to meet Jackie who immediately embraced her and planted a big kiss on her lips much to her surprise. It was clear that yes, tongues were involved. After several moments of this mouth-to-mouth exploration Cheryl pulled away and asked “So everything’s all right?” looking a little bewildered and turning her head back and forth to Jackie and I.

“Oh yes sweetie,” I answered. “And I’m going to sit right here and watch just like you wanted.”

“Oh my God I’m so excited!” Cheryl cried.

“And so am I you little tease!” Jackie chimed in. “So come here baby and let me love you up properly!”

With that the two of them embraced again and kissed deeply, this time sinking down to the couch. I sat across from them and felt my desire growing as I watched Jackie slide her hand under Cheryl’s top to play with the little swellings that were her breasts. A low moan escaped Cheryl’s lips as Jackie’s hand made contact with one of her nipples. Breaking apart quickly, Jackie grabbed the hem of the garment and lifted it over Cheryl’s head, with her complete cooperation. Cheryl sat topless while Jackie took in the sight of her puffy pink nipples and neophyte breast flesh. I gasped at the sight of Cheryl’s bare breasts myself. In spite of having seen them many times before it had never quite been in this context. Seeing her sitting proudly for Jackie’s gaze made it just like I was seeing them for the first time myself and my arousal grew. Nothing loath Jackie quickly undid her top and shrugged it off as Cheryl stared open- mouthed at Jackie’s very nice B cup tits encased in a lacy white bra which obviously had been selected for just this contingency. You could just see her small hard pink nipples through the shear fabric and I admired her choice, wondering if her panties were as sexy. They were; an erotic little lingerie set she’d clearly worn in hopes of just this moment happening.

Woman and girl quickly stripped down to nothing as I began to fumble with my own clothes. Jackie had a lithe beautiful body with pale skin highlighted by her coral pink nipples and thatch of thin brown pussy fur. Her slit was just visible through it. Cheryl stared at her in awe while Jackie stared back, equally enamoured by Cheryl’s pre- pubescent sleek form and bare little slit with just a wisp of dark hair at the top of her pubes.

They quickly embraced and folded themselves down prone on the couch, with Jackie quickly moving on top of Cheryl whose legs parted to allow Jackie’s thigh to make contact with her pussy. Their lips met in a searing kiss as their hips bucked and pumped in unison, rocking each other closer to an urgent climax.

I had managed to strip off my own clothes, unable to restrain the urge to join them at least vicariously. I sat in my easy chair and licked my fingers, bringing them down between my open thighs to rub at my throbbing clit fast and furiously. As I watched Jackie and Cheryl fucking my own orgasm began to build within my groin. The heat radiated out to my belly and up, making my hard nipples tingle. Grabbing one I twisted and tugged at it as I continued masturbating to the sight of my lover and friend in such an intimate embrace.

Cheryl meanwhile was squeezing Jackie’s tits hard as they continued humping. Both were gasping and groaning in pleasure as their hot wet cunts rubbed against each other’s hot flesh. Lifting herself up Jackie moved down Cheryl’s body and began sucking each of her small nipples in turn.

“God yes Jackie!” Cheryl moaned “Suck my titties hard! Bite them!”

Jackie complied, nipping and biting her hard nipples causing Cheryl to cry out in pain and pleasure. Moving lower Jackie kissed her way down her belly, pausing at her belly button to toy with it a minute, before moving lower towards Cheryl’s forbidden fruit. Cheryl moaned in anticipation and watched Jackie’s face make its slow descent.

Arriving at last at her destination Jackie took her time, leisurely lapping at Cheryl’s bare young slit before licking deeply, finding and fixing her little hard clit with her tongue. Cheryl thrashed in pleasure gripping Jackie’s long blond hair as Jackie sucked and licked hard at Cheryl’s little girl nub.

“Yes Jackie! Oh yes!” Cheryl moaned. “”Eat me! Eat my pussy! Finger my cunt!”

As Jackie complied, slipping her hand down between Cheryl’s legs to insert two fingers into her waiting cunt, I shoved three in my own sopping hole and began noisily finger fucking myself. Cheryl looked over at me and smiled. I grinned back enraptured at the pleasure I was experiencing watching them both and getting myself off. I was amazed at how excited I was watching Cheryl in the arms of another woman.

As I continued watching Cheryl’s hips suddenly thrust hard into Jackie’s face and her eyes squeezed shut. She came as a great shuddering climax rippled through her young body. It took everything Jackie had to hang on as Cheryl’s climax ran its surging course and slowly subsided. She lay there panting, eyes closed and arms spread as Jackie moved up to embrace her, rocking her through the final stages of her massive orgasm.

“Oh my God! Oh my God!” Cheryl kept muttering into Jackie’s shoulder clearly spent from her exertions. “That was so good Jackie! Thank you!”

After a tight hug the two of them looked over at me still sprawled out in my chair and still waiting to cum. Jackie laughed at the sight of me.

“It was so hot watching you getting yourself off,” she told me. Then she giggled. “Want to do it together? I really need to come too. I’m ready to burst!” We both laughed.

“Mmmm one of my favourite things,” I smiled. “I think it’s really hot masturbating together.”

As Cheryl moved over to the corner of the couch Jackie and I faced each other a few feet apart. After a brief moment of self consciousness I began slowly rubbing my clit again, eagerly watching Jackie do the same. My other hand moved to my tit where I began kneading and squeezing my soft flesh. I revelled in the hot flashes of pleasure shooting through me as I continued to masturbate and watch Jackie also getting herself off.

Jackie was now finger fucking herself hard and fast as I was doing earlier, using three fingers. A look of pleasurable agony was on her face as she continued. Like me she also began mauling and squeezing her tits, twisting and pulling on her nipples. The sight was driving me mad and I rubbed and fucked myself furiously in response. We occasionally made glazed eye contact as our pleasure mounted.

Jackie and I of course had never had sex together so there was this added excitement to what we were doing. I swore however that this wouldn’t be the last time either as my orgasm struck and struck hard. My hips arched from my seat as wave after hot electric wave rippled through me, building and crashing, then slowly subsiding until I was a limp mass of sated desire.

Looking up I noticed Jackie just entering her climax and watched enraptured as a wonderful climax thrashed through her slim frame. As she slowly came down Cheryl scooted over to hold her and, on trembling legs, I did the same. We all embraced and laughed, basking in the warmth of our sated pleasure.

“Star, thank you so much for letting this happen,” Cheryl said hugging me.

“And ditto from me,” said Jackie putting her arms around us both. “I didn’t realize just how badly I wanted this!” she exclaimed.

I was happy for them both and glad to oblige. It had been a great unexpected pleasure for me too and I wasn’t about to let it be the last time either, which I told them both to their delight. It was also so nice to have someone to share our relationship with, someone we could both talk to about it if Cheryl and I felt the need.

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

By Amanda

Disclaimer: This story describes pedosexual encounters. The girl in the story is quite young and the women much older. The encounters are consensual, as all sex should be. If this type of thing disturbs you then read no further. Furthermore because this story deals with sexuality, the government of the United States says that you cannot read this story of love if you are not 18 or older — however that same government would allow you to read it if it depicted murder or rape.

I watched my girlfriend walk down the driveway to her car. She wiped tears out of her eyes, pausing to look back at me before throwing the car door open and sliding in to the driver’s seat.

‘She’s just a child!’ I heard her voice screaming in my head as she pulled out of the drive. It was all Jenny had been able to say.

“Mandy?” Sarah’s little voice shocked me back into the world. “Is Jenny going to ever come back?”

“I don’t think so.” I answered. Tears welled in Sarah’s blue eyes and spilled on to her cheeks. I knelt in front of her, tugging at her night shirt, pulling her closer to me. I kissed her bottom lip and brushed the tears from her cheeks. I wanted to cry too; I love Jenny, not like Sarah, but as much as I ever could love a woman. I didn’t want to be strong. I let my tears go and pulled Sarah against my body hugging her tightly.

Oh Sarah… She is the one part of my life that makes sense and our story is the craziest thing I’ve ever heard. Sarah had just turned nine the week before. I had known her for around three years ever since her parents had moved in to the house next door. Mark and Josi, they were good people. I liked them a lot and had them over to my house often.

So I guess I should start at the beginning. Three years before that night, the night I broke Jenny’s heart, Sarah’s family moved in next door. A couple of days after the moving vans left, a knock at my door disturbed an afternoon movie with Jenny, lying on the couch and rubbing one another’s feet. I opened the door to Sarah’s lovely little face staring up at me. She asked if I had any children. She said children, not kids. That caught my attention. I don’t and told her so. She was disappointed, but managed to smile and shrug before skipping away.

I would not see her again for a long time. Well, no more than catching a glance of her playing with other ‘children’ from the neighborhood.

I was sitting on my front porch one day. I really don’t remember much about the day other than it was warm. I was reading ‘Friday.’ My attention was suddenly diverted to the little girl standing patiently in front of me. Her hands behind her back, as she turned slightly back and forth. ‘Hello,’ I said with a smile. I like kids, as you will understand later.

“My mom wants you to come over for dinner tonight.” She said, almost giggling. She looked toward the driveway, seeing Jenny’s car, “And your friend can come too.” She didn’t wait for an answer before skipping away.

That was how it started, a simple dinner. Sarah took a liking to me, and I was quite fond of her. Josi and Mark had already told her about lesbians so when I explained that Jenny was my girlfriend she understood. She said it made us more interesting than the other neighbors. Jenny also began to grow fond of Sarah. The girl just grows on you, and she had plenty of time for it since she spent hours at my house every day. Jenny isn’t as fond of children as I am, but she has entertained the thought of the two of use raising a daughter.

Somewhere after her eighth birthday party I started to see the changes in my feelings for her. It was nothing new really. I had fallen for girls her age before. Eight, nine, ten—that was the age they sucked me in, even some girls as old as thirteen.

How things work out never ceases to amaze me. Sarah began to sense that my feelings for her weren’t the same as most grown-ups. Being a child and with the honesty of a child she told me in her way.

“You kiss me like you kiss Jenny.” She said looking into my eyes. She was about to go home and I had given a soft little kiss on her lips.

“What do you mean?” I asked her.

“You kissed my mom on the cheek, real quick too. But you kissed me longer, like you kiss Jenny.” She looked quizzically at me for a moment, as if I had asked her a hard question. “I don’t think I’m a lesbian though.” Her little shoulders rose in a shrug.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked her. With a big smile she shook her head back and forth.

“You can kiss me like that, I like it.” She snaked her lithe arms around my neck and hugged me before running home.

From that night on things started changing between Sarah and I. She sat closer to me, hugged me longer when it was time to go home, and once, just once, I though I felt her lips part slightly when she kissed me.

Sarah’s parents noticed things were different between us too. This was not normally something a person could think of as good. Josi called me and asked me to come over one evening. It wasn’t too unusual. I went over to their house and sat down in the living room while Josi brought me a glass of iced tea.

“Sarah really has taken a shine to you,” she said. “She has Sarah plus Mandy written on every notebook for school and little hearts with your name on them all over her room.” The woman didn’t sound angry but her tone was not joking or light either. I was feeling uncomfortable. Mark scoffed and looked up from the paper toward the television. He pulled the remote from between the couch cushions and turned it off.

“Should she spend less time at my house?” I asked, sounding nervous. I was what I was. I had dealt with that long ago. I dealt with my crushes and with falling in love knowing nothing could come of it. I had not prepared myself for the parents though.

“We talked to her about you yesterday before she went to her grandmother’s house. It seems the two of you have been cuddling a lot and—kissing?” Josi sat down, she looked worried and rightfully so. Her daughter might be mixed up with a monster. With a trembling hand I set my iced tea down. From the corner of my eye I thought I saw Mark smile. He was enjoying this. They were about to take Sarah from me and he was enjoying it!

“She’s a little girl.” Mark said in a firm voice. “Are you…?”

“Am I what?” I asked.

“I’ve seen the way you act toward her, the way you look at her. It’s the way I look at Josi. So I’m asking you to be honest with us, are you—a pedophile?”

The question sent a shock through me. It was so intense that my vision blurred for a second. And then I heard it, I heard myself say yes. “But I don’t rape children,” I stuttered.

Mark seemed as surprised by my answer as I was. Josi sat behind him nodding her head slowly. “She’s just a child.” He finally said. “Josi and I talked about this all night last night. We know you love her. We know you are good to her. I don’t know if she’s gay or not, she probably doesn’t even know, but she does love you with all her heart.” Mark turned fully toward me. He clasped his hands in front of himself. “Please Amanda. Please don’t hurt our daughter. Just please be careful with her.”

“What are you saying?” I gasped. I had heard the words but they didn’t make sense. “Are you saying that we… that Sarah and I…”

“I am saying that she has the right to decide what kind of relationship the two of you have. I don’t want to know too much about the two of you; I just can’t deal with it. But I am leaving it to Sarah as to what the two of you are.”

I sat there staring at my feet. I didn’t know what to say, what to ask. The questions leapt to my tongue but immediately retreated. I finally looked up at Mark. “Where do you draw the line?” I finally asked. Mark nodded his head for several seconds. He turned to look at Josi for a moment before returning his attention to me. “My daughter is a virgin and I expect her to be so for a long time to come. I’m not going to give you a laundry list of things you can’t do. It’s her body. But you have to respect that. If I even think she’s uncomfortable with anything you two have done I’ll pull the plug so fast your head will spin. That little girl is my heart. But she’s smart, and I think she can decide for herself some of the things she does and doesn’t want to do. But for her everything is still experimenting and playing, she’s not ready for the kinds of things you and Jenny do.”

“Amanda…” Josi’s voice was soft, almost afraid, “When I was her age my aunt and I… It never went beyond her hands on my panties and light petting, but I know not all people like you are evil. Mark is the only other person I’ve ever known that was as loving and kind as Betty. You seem kind. Please don’t break my daughter’s heart.”

I just sat nodding my head. Finally, trying to compose myself I picked up my iced tea and sipped it. “What about Jenny?” Mark finally asked.

Jenny… Jenny. What about her? She certainly wouldn’t be so open minded as Josi and Mark. Not only that, she was the girlfriend and this was asking her to willingly let me cheat on her.

I didn’t tell her. Neither did Mark, Josi or Sarah. Sarah’s parents had explained to Sarah that although they accepted our relationship, no one else would and so she could not tell anyone. They had also told her that she didn’t have to do anything she didn’t want to. They told her she could tell them about anything that made her uncomfortable or upset her.

Jenny was bound to find out about Sarah and I. Whether she noticed how close we were or something slipped in conversation. I was ready for that. I wasn’t ready for what actually happened though.

Jenny had a key to my house. She had since only a few months in to our relationship. She was suppose to be working late, not coming over to the house at all that night. But things didn’t work out that way. Sarah was spending the weekend with me, like she so often did. We were in my room kissing, touching each other. It was nothing serious, just caressing, with my hand occasionally rubbing across her bottom or over her hip.

I was lost in her. It wasn’t hard to do, just fall into that beautiful little girl. I didn’t hear the door open, and if Sarah did she didn’t say anything. Jenny walked into the bedroom, and turned on the light to find us both lying on the bed kissing, my finger tips just under the waistband of Sarah’s Sponge Bob panties.

I sat up with a gasp. Sarah sat up too. She looked up at Jenny, ashamed. “Jenny…” She turned and walked away, “Jenny! Wait!” I followed after her catching up where the hall opened into the dining room.

“She’s just a child!” Jenny shouted. I reached for her but she pushed me away and headed for the door.

After Jenny had left, as Sarah and I stood in the living room hugging I heard Sarah’s little voice, “It’s my fault.” She said.

“No, no, God no baby.” I tried to comfort her. “No it’s my fault. I should have told her about us.”

I lead Sarah to the couch and we sat down. I just wanted to hold her. “They’re going to come and take me away now.” I told Sarah. “They’ll say a lot of things about me to you. But no matter what they say I want you to know how much I love you.”

“Where are they going to take you?” Sarah sounded desperate.

“Just away sweetie.”

“Will you come back?”

“Not for a long time.” I lifted her chin and kissed her softly.

I don’t know how long we sat holding each other and sobbing, but the sound of the car in the driveway brought me back to the real world. “They’re here,” I said. “You should run along home now. And Sarah, never forget that I love you with all of my heart.”

I got up off the couch as I heard foot falls on the porch. Ready to deal with my fate I opened the door, but it wasn’t the Denver police standing at the door. It was Jenny. Her eyeliner was streaked in gray lines down her cheeks, and her nose was red from crying. “I don’t know what I’m doing here.” She said quietly. I didn’t either but I was glad to see her. I opened the screen door and stood to the side.

Jenny didn’t get in the door before Sarah ran across the room and wrapped her arms around her. The little girl loved Jenny probably as much as she did me. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.” She said squeezing Jenny tightly. Jenny didn’t say anything she just stroked the girl’s hair.

I coaxed them both into the house and closed the door against the cold Denver night. “What did I see in there Amanda?” Jenny asked. She looked down at Sarah for a moment. “Should she be here for this?”

I looked down at my watch, it was seven o’clock. “Sarah could you go home and ask your parents to come over in about an hour?” Sarah nodded her head and reluctantly left the house.

“You saw what you saw.” I finally told her, sitting down. “Sarah and I have a—special relationship.”

“Your a fucking pedo?!” she almost screamed.

I looked away. The word sounded so cold and cruel when spoken with her accusing tone. “It’s not something I wanted Jen. But it’s who I am.” Jenny shook her head. She held her hands up and started to walk out again. Something stopped her and to this day I’m not quite sure what it was.

“You know, if it were a guy… if you needed a guy to fulfill some need then I could learn to live with it. I love you that much, but this…” Slowly Jenny made her way around the coffee table to sit on the couch. “She’s a little girl.”

“I don’t rape children Jen. We were only kissing. I’ve never even seen her naked.” That wasn’t true. I had seen her many times when she took her bath. “Well I’ve never been in bed with her naked anyway.”

“Why is she bringing her parents over?” she asked absently. I wasn’t sure if she was actually asking me or simply thinking out loud.

“I love you Jenny. I really do…”

“But that’s not enough is it?” she interrupted.

“What I feel for Sarah is different. It’s not a matter of not being enough. Sarah satisfies something deep inside me that I can’t explain.”

“You want me to accept this don’t you? You want me to knowingly let you molest a little girl and just pretend like it’s ok.”

I was about to say something when a knock at the door stopped me. I glanced down at my watch to see it had only been fifteen minutes. My stomach tightened, as I wondered if Jenny had called the police and was only here to make sure I didn’t go anywhere.

I opened the door to see Mark standing on my porch looking very angry. “My daughter is home crying her eyes out.” He said as he pushed his way into the house.

“C’mon in Mark.” I grumbled. “What did she tell you?”

“Everything.” Mark looked down at Jenny. “I told Amanda she needed to talk to you about Sarah but she didn’t and now my daughter’s heart is broken. She thinks you’re both going to leave her now.” He glared at me, “you told her you were going away for a long time?”

“I thought the police were on their way,” I answered.

“I’ve been okay with the two of you for a year now…”

“A year?” Jenny gasped.

“A year.” Mark reiterated. “But this was what I was afraid of. She’s too young to have to deal with this type of thing.” He turned his attention to Jenny. “I know what’s going on between Sarah and Amanda. I have all along. Same with Josi. We trust her not to take things too far with our daughter. Please, if you’re going to leave then whatever but please, don’t involve any one else in this. Our daughter doesn’t need those kinds of stresses.”

“But a grown adult fucking her is okay?” Jenny snapped.

“They haven’t—fucked,” Mark growled at her. “It’s all been relatively innocent play so far. Sarah loves her, and trusts her. Sarah knows that she can make anything stop just by telling Amanda to stop. I know it’s hard to understand, and I really don’t blame you for being pissed about the lies, but no one is being taken advantage of here. We’ve had long talks with Sarah about this and she understands what’s going on.”

Mark looked back and forth between us for several seconds before he moved for the door. “I’m keeping her home tonight, come and let her know you’re not leaving her tomorrow.” He left.

“This is too big.” Jenny said. “It doesn’t fit in my head.” She got up and started to walk out. I tried to stop her but she pushed me away. “I need some time. Just stay away I need some time to think about this.” That would be the last time I’d see her for more than a week.

I was sure Jenny was no longer a part of my life. It hurt, a lot. More even than I would have thought. But with this new freedom, I felt I could be more free with Sarah. Our physical relationship became more, well serious.

We were lying in bed the Saturday night after Jenny left, kissing and holding each other. Feeling a bit bold, bolder than ever before, I slipped my leg between hers and pressed my thigh up into her crotch. She shuddered and pressed her head into my chest.

“That feels nice,” she whispered. Her hot breath against my skin sent a shiver through me.

“You don’t mind?” I asked. She shook her head quickly. I moved my leg back and forth slowly, rubbing against her little mound. After several moment I could feel her hip rocking in anticipation of my thigh. Her grip on my arm was getting tighter, almost so much that it hurt.

Her wetness was coming through her flower-print underpants now, and I could feel it on my leg. This was a first for me. I had never actually had such intimate contact with a child. I had dreamt it, night after night, even dated petite little girls and convinced them to shave their pubic hair, but this was different. She was really a little girl and feeling her against me, smelling the unique scent of a child mixed with the scent of sexual excitement, it was setting my soul on fire.

A gasp escaped Sarah’s lips and she ground her crotch against my leg hard. She trembled for several seconds in a silent orgasm before relaxing against the bed with a smile.

“Is that what you and Jenny do?” she asked.

“Sometimes.” I leaned down and kissed her forehead.

“That was nice. I never felt anything like that.” She looked up at me. “Is that sex?” She asked.

“It’s a kind of sex.” I answered. I kissed the tip of her little nose and she giggled.

“There are other kinds?” She asked, excited. She sat up in the bed and looked down at me. “Show me,” she said, excited.

“I don’t know sweetie.” I propped myself up on my elbow and looked into those pretty blue eyes. “I think this is one of those things your Dad wants us to be real careful about.”

“Daddy said that sometimes when people love each other they touch each other in special ways. Is this what he meant?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Do he and Momma do this stuff?” Her eyes were wide. She was approaching the magic of sexual love with all the innocence and wonder of a child. She was so lovely at that moment, sitting on my bed with wide eyes and a shy smile.

“When men and women make love it’s different than when two girls do.”

“That’s ‘cause men have penises, right?”

“Yes.”

“Daddy said men put them inside women and it feels good. Do I have to let a boy do that?”

“No sweetie. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

Sarah sat quietly for several moments. She looked like she was contemplating the meaning of life with her furrowed brow. “Is Jenny coming back?” she asked. Whatever she was thinking about she had resolved and now, in the true fashion of a child we were on to bigger and better things.

“I don’t think so sweetie.”

“That’s why you did that to me huh?” She really was a bright little girl. I nodded my head.

Sarah lay back down and snuggled close to me, falling asleep almost right away. I lay awake though for several hours, thinking about Jenny, about what Sarah and I had done, and wondering when she and her father had had this conversation about sex.

I came home from work on the next Friday night, excited that Sarah would be spending the night with me, and found Jenny sitting on the couch. She had a key to my house and had for nearly four years now. On the coffee table were two glasses of iced tea. I set my purse down on the my bent wood rocker and sat across form her on the couch.

“I didn’t call the police,” she finally said.

“I wasn’t sure if you would.”

“Is she your girlfriend too?” Jenny looked me in the eye, and I wanted to shy away from her gaze.

“Does that mean you’re still my girlfriend?” I asked. Guilt for what I had done with Sarah raced through me. I had lied to myself enough in the past not to feel like I was cheating on her when the child and I were just caressing and kissing each other, but what we had done the week before was sex, and now I was without a doubt a cheater.

“I just don’t know how I could cut the two of you out of my life. We’ve been together for almost five years Amanda, I just can’t throw that away.” Jenny took a deep breath, it was obvious she had prepared for this talk for some time now and she had things that she wanted to say. I braced myself for whatever was to come. “I’m jealous,” she finally admitted. “And that’s not a big problem for me, but I’m jealous of a nine-year-old girl who I also happen to adore. I can’t help but think of what my uncle did to me. But Sarah she… I got quiet and reclusive but she’s… I don’t… I mean she doesn’t seem any worse for it. I can’t make any promises Mandy, but I am going to try and learn to live with the two of you.”

A sigh of relief escaped my lips. With each new day I had started to feel Jenny’s absence more and more. “She’s suppose to spend the night tonight. Is that Okay?”

Jenny swallowed hard. After several minutes she nodded her head. “I still don’t know how to handle this.”

Sarah came over shortly afterward. She had seen Jenny’s car in the driveway and ran inside without knocking. She wrapped herself around Jen and held her until she practically had to be peeled off.

That night around midnight the three of us headed for bed. Jenny went into my room and I ushered Sarah into the guest bedroom. Her eyes seemed filled with hurt as I kissed her and tucked the blankets around her. “I want to sleep with you Mandy,” she said to me.

“I know sweetie, but Jenny, she still doesn’t know what to think of us. I don’t think… And besides she and I might, you know.”

“Make love?” she giggled. “I wish I could see what you do together.”

I kissed her again and turned out the light, careful to leave the closet light on for her. In my room I crawled into bed and pulled the covers up around my head. “It’s cold,” I said moving close to Jen.

“Would it make a difference if I, I don’t know, did things differently?” Jenny asked. It was obvious she’d been having a conversation with herself and I was coming in on the latter part of it. “If I shaved or called you Mommy?”

“That’s sweet,” I said, draping my arm over her. “But it doesn’t exactly work that way. A guy could wear a dress but he’d still be a guy.” Jenny rolled up on her side to face me, the street light outside casting shadows across her face. We began kissing—slowly at first, tentatively. Our kisses became hungry, desperate. I pulled her against me, squeezing her to me. I loved the feeling of her small breasts against my own. Jenny always slept in nothing but a pair of panties. Her soft skin sent electricity through me.

I slid my thigh between her legs, remembering what I’d done with Sarah only a week ago. We ground our bodies together, the heat of her sex warming my leg, for it only to cool in the air from her wetness. I loved the scent of Jenny’s excited sex; it reached me even though she was under the covers.

Jenny bit her lip and tried to muffle her cries as an orgasm ripped through her. She pulled me close and drew a deep breath, then let it out trembling. For her this was just a small one, a precursor to bigger things to come. Jenny could cum more than I could, and each one seemed to be more intense than the last.

“There’s nothing else I can do?” She asked again, breathlessly. “Anything special you want?”

I just lay there looking at her. I couldn’t bring myself to voice my desire. That was a first. Normally I had no problem telling a lover exactly what I wanted. “I…” I trailed off even before I began. Jenny got very still, after a moment she nodded her head.

“I wanted to take it slow,” she finally said. “But I guess it just doesn’t really matter.” She got out of bed, and I thought for sure it was to leave. She didn’t dress though. I could see her head toward the living room when she left the room and moments later I heard the thermostat click and the heat came on.

Her foot falls in the hallway stopped and I heard Sarah’s door open. Not long after Jenny came into the room holding Sarah on her hip. She dropped the girl playfully on the bed and crawled across the blankets to kiss me. “Pour vous,” she cooed.

“I don’t understand,” I looked from the little girl who sat rubbing her eyes, to my girlfriend. “You didn’t wake her up did you?”

“I wasn’t really asleep,” Sarah chimed.

“Do you mind me being here sweetheart?” Jenny asked. Sarah shook her head. “And you?” She said looking at me. I shook my head as well. I felt my excitement building. Having my beautiful child lover and my girlfriend here with me now was sending waves of heat through me.

“Are you going to make love?” Sarah asked, sounding excited. She turned around and lay on her tummy, propping her head on her hands.

“Are we?” I asked, caressing Jenny’s cheek with the backs of my fingers.

“Can I see?” Sarah asked. “I want to see what it’s like.” I looked into Jenny’s eyes. Reluctantly she nodded her head. She was still unsure about all of this but she was trying.

The light from outside was more than adequate to light the room enough that Sarah had a good view of Jenny and I as we lay on the bed, kissing and caressing each other. I dragged my nails along Jenny’s belly, up to her breasts. I love the feel of her A cup chest. She was like most of my other girlfriends—pretty, a bit androgynous with the body of a twelve year old. I covered her nipple with my mouth and sucked it, swirling my tongue on it. Her nipple hardened in my mouth, and she moaned in time with my ministrations.

Sarah moved timidly across the bed toward the head. She lay down on Jenny’s other side, reaching out and gently rubbing her belly. Jenny’s eyes opened wide when she felt the child’s touch but after a moment she managed to calm herself. Sarah must have been feeling bold. She leaned in and kissed Jenny softly on the lips. Immediately my lovely Jen opened her eyes and turned toward the girl. “I love you Sarah, but if we’re going to get through this you can’t do that ok?” Sarah nodded her head. I was afraid that it was all going to be too much for her, but bless her, Jenny was trying. Sarah didn’t pull her hand away from Jen’s belly but she didn’t try and kiss her again.

I lavished kisses on Jenny’s mouth and her neck. I moved down her belly and tongued her belly button softly. Finally I reached her mound. She had trimmed it closer than normal, and it was slightly prickly, tickling my nose and chin. I could smell her excitement and it drove me. I pressed my tongue against her clit and slid my fingers into her, curling them and pressing against her pubic bone from inside. Jenny drew a log sharp breath, and began rocking her hips in time with me. I looked up at her, over her belly I watched her chest heave. Next to her Sarah lay, rubbing her fingers back and forth on Jenny’s belly. I watched as she traced her hand up to Jenny’s breast and cupped it like she had seen me do. Jenny’s movement’s faltered for a moment. She opened her eyes and looked up at Sarah. Her hand went absently to the child’s hand but she didn’t push the girl away. I felt a wave of love for my Jenny race through me. I pressed my fingers harder and flattened my tongue on her clit, working her toward orgasm. I sucked her clit into my mouth, flicking my tongue across it. Jenny was panting now, rocking wildly. I could hear it coming. I new her so well, I knew she was about to cum. I reached deep inside her and that was what she needed to send her over the edge. Jenny tore at the blankets and planted her feet against the bed. She moaned loudly as she arched her back and then fell back to the bed.

I crawled up to lie next to her, kissing her, letting her taste herself on my lips. Sarah, like the consummate child, pushed her way into the kiss, focusing her attentions on me. She sat back and licked her lips, giggling. “It tastes funny,” she finally said.

“I like the taste,” I told her.

Jenny recovered quickly and pushed me to the bed. She kissed up and down my body, knowing all of my most sensitive spots. She worked her way over my chest and neck to kiss my mouth, pushing her tongue inside. She was kissing me as much as she was lapping up her own juices. We all have our own quirks I suppose and one of hers was to clean her honey from my face. I could tell that tasting herself excited her and I was always happy to oblige her.

Jenny made her way back down my body and began working my clit with her tongue. I felt Sarah moving on the bed, and Jenny paused. “She likes it when you kiss her nipples,” she offered to the child, “and if you pinch them gently.” I looked down at her, surprised. She flashed me a quick smile and went back to work. A moment later I felt the warmth of Sarah’s little mouth covering my nipples. She sucked them like a baby, knowing nothing of how to use her tongue or teeth. She leaned back and dutifully she pinched at them, softly pulling up. She couldn’t have known what she was doing to me. Feeling her little fingers and slight body was causing my head to swim when coupled with the expert attention Jenny gave me.

I felt it, building in my belly first, the heat, moving to my clit where it burst like fireworks into wave after wave of heat and tingles. My body ached for more as the orgasm subsided, but I would have been too spent to take any more.

Jenny crawled up and sat at the head of the bed next to Sarah. The child looked at her for several seconds, seeming shy. Finally she built the nerve and leaned up, kissing Jenny quickly on the mouth. She drew back licking her lips. “It tastes different.” She finally said.

“It’s one of the things I love about women,” Jenny told her. “They all taste a little different. They all have their very own special scent.”

“I wonder what I’d taste like.” Sarah leaned against Jenny’s naked chest, listening to her heart beat.

“That brings me to my next question,” Jenny said. “What about her, what do we do for her?”

I shrugged. I had never dreamt any of these things in the millions of fantasies I had masturbated to. I had never dreamt I’d have a little lover much less a girlfriend willing to entertain the desires. “Do you want us to touch you like that Sarah?” I finally asked. She hissed a giggle and covered her face with her hands. “It’s okay sweetie, I mean if you don’t that’s okay. And if you do that’s okay too. It’s fun and it feels good, there is nothing wrong with enjoying it.”

Several minutes passed before Jenny slid back and laid Sarah on her back in front of me. She sat on the bed with the child’s head in her lap stroking the girl’s sides with her finger tips. Sarah looked up at me expectantly. I felt so unsure, but Jenny was doing everything she could for me. And Sarah, she lay there looking so innocent, her wide eyes and half smile beaming up at me just waiting for the next experience.

I rubbed my hands up and down her body and soon followed them with my lips. I lapped at her tiny nipples, and caressed the soft fleshy places on her chest that would one day be breasts. I slid my hand down between her legs and rubbed her mound softly. As I did I moved forward and kissed Jenny’s lips. I could still taste myself on her kisses and perhaps I’d learned it from her but it did excite me a little.

Sarah tensed under my finger tips each time I passed over her young sex. “Do you not like that sweetie?” I asked her. I pulled my hand up toward her chest but she reached down and wrapped her little fingers around my wrist. She was not yet bold enough nor experienced enough to guide my hand back to her nether regions but she had the courage to stop me from moving away and that was something.

I pushed my finger along her slit and over her tiny bump of flesh, the magic button, her clitoris. I felt the girl’s hips rise to greet my finger. A sigh passed her lips and she closed her eyes. Jenny drew a deep breath and closed her eyes as well. I tried to comfort her with a kiss, but she was dealing with the experience in her own way and I had to just let her.

Slowly at first I rubbed my finger along Sarah’s slit, pressing against her opening just enough to stimulate her. As she began rocking in time with me, I sped up. She panted and moaned and her head rolled from side to side. Sarah tightened her grip on my wrist as the orgasm began to build up within her. I worked faster, using the child’s wetness to lubricate her. Suddenly she pulled my hand down toward her sex, she scrunched her face up almost like she had sipped lemonade that was still too sour. I nearly had to laugh but I didn’t want to hurt her feelings.

“Oh!” she cried out. “That… Oh!” Sarah unscrunched her face and relaxed into the bed. After a moment she released a trembling breath and looked up first at Jenny and then me. I was the first to act. I leaned down and kissed her on the lips, nibbling at her bottom lip. I then sat up and pulled Jenny close, kissing her deeply. “That was fun,” Sarah finally said.

The three of us went to sleep in a pile that night, my arms wrapped around Sarah, and hers around Jenny.

That was the single most powerful sexual experience I had ever had. It would not be the last though. Since that night a year ago, I have been blessed with many such experiences. Jenny has found it in herself to allow me my child lover. I couldn’t possibly be happier than I am with her and Sarah.

Continue on to Part Two

By Jeneee

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in May 2010 }

Picture this in your imaginative, fertile mind.

Tiny, bright yellow shorts. Very tight, tiny, bright yellow shorts, so tight that the lines of her even tinier panties were plainly visible through the smooth thin material – panties not much wider than a thong. Shorts so short that her firm, young, and oh so curvy cheeks peeked boldly from beneath the hem; shorts with the waist so low that they almost revealed a different kind of cleavage – the only cleavage this nine or ten year old could possibly have.

Getting the picture? But there’s even more…

Now add a blue, satiny tube top, very narrow, leaving most of her perfectly smooth looking back uncovered, except for where her long, dark hair flowed softly over her shoulders, occasionally swaying back and forth as she slowly made her way from storefront to storefront beside her mother – at least I assumed it was her mother – in the spacious mall that was the focal point of shopping or just plain hanging out for everyone in our mid-sized town.

Hypnotized by the gentle rolling of her cute little butt, I followed, helplessly entranced by this alluring little treasure. Her mother was equally attractive from behind, wearing a pair of hot pink shorts clinging to her bubble butt like a second skin – no panty line visible – and no sign of a thong apparent above their low waistband. Her bare feet were tucked into white, low heeled pumps, while a white tee completed her outfit, bra plainly visible underneath. She had the same dark hair as her daughter, but it was tied back in a short pony tail which swayed seductively from side to side as she moved. Her shorts flossed intimately between her curvy cheeks which topped long, slim, beautifully tanned legs. Lunchtime was over on this warm Saturday afternoon and I was on my break, and as I so often did to avoid stuffing myself with the usual fare of burgers and fries that my co-workers seemed to enjoy – and I admit to the temptation – I instead wandered through the mall eying the beautiful clothes in which I wishfully saw myself dressed if only I could afford them. But my meagre salary and tips as a waitress made that almost impossible unless I saved for the next ten years. But by then I’d probably never be able to fit into the classy outfits I longed to wear, especially if I yielded to those tempting burgers and fries.

However, today there was also something else for me to eye.

Mom and daughter soon paused in front of a lingerie store and I pulled up beside them to gaze at the slim mannequins wearing the scantiest of undies. The little girl giggled and pointed to a tiny thong displayed on a mannequin sitting on a stool in the corner of the window, legs spread teasingly, enticing the viewer to ‘come on in and buy me’ – the thong that is, not the mannequin.

“I want one of those, mommy,” I heard the little girl tell her companion, confirming that she was indeed her mom. Now able to see the girl from the side I noticed her stiff, pointy nipples announcing their presence to the world as they protruded saucily through the tight, shiny material of her blue tube top, nipples perched proudly upon the slightly puffy breast buds now beginning their enchanting early development.

Her mother smiled, looking down lovingly at her daughter. “We’ll see honey. But I’m not sure they’d have any in your size,” she added, slipping her arm over the girl’s shoulders and hugging her affectionately.

“Let’s go in and see,” the little girl pleaded, “please mommy? I want some just like yours, even if you’re not wearing any today,” she added with a giggle as she precociously squeezed one of her mother’s butt cheeks seemingly oblivious to my presence beside her. Or was she? Oblivious, that is.

Not wanting to be too obvious in my appraisal of this young charmer I concentrated my gaze on her clear reflection in the storefront window but had to refrain from gasping as I saw the way her tight, bright yellow shorts outlined the prominent vulva concealed beneath them, so obviously dividing her pouting labia and leaving nothing to my vivid imagination despite the panties which nestled beneath them which also must have been made of a very light material. The mother’s pink shorts similarly caressed her own vulva and from the way both were dressed I had to conclude that they definitely had an exhibitionist streak within them – like mother, like daughter – and must enjoy showing themselves off to whomsoever would care to notice. And by now I was sure they both knew they had captured my attention.

I turned and smiled at them. “I couldn’t help overhearing your conversation,” I said, “but I’m sure they have thongs in her size,” I told the mother. “Why not go in and ask?” I added. “From the window display it looks like they have quite a range of pretty undies for a cute girl like you,” I said to the little girl as she turned to look at me, a big smile on her face . “Please mommy?” the girl begged again, looking pleadingly up into her mother’s eyes. “Can we?”

“I’m going in anyway,” I told them. “So I can ask if you like, if you don’t want to go in yourselves, that is.”

The mom looked over at me, taking her daughter’s hand in hers. “No, that’s okay, thanks,” she smiled. “We’ll go in and check for ourselves.”

“I need a few things too,” I told her as we walked into the store, “so I think I’ll join you.” I checked my watch. “But I have to get back to work soon, so I’d better hurry,” I added. Her daughter walked in ahead of us, making a bee-line for the panty display on one of the counters at the back.

“Where do you work?” her mother asked as we followed behind her.

“Oh, at the mall restaurant, near the main entrance,” I replied. “I’m just on my break after the lunch rush. Looks like your daughter knows what she’s doing,” I laughed as we watched the little girl snag the attention of a sales girl.

“Yeah, she certainly has a mind of her own,” her mother chuckled, introducing herself as Kayla. I took her hand and told her my name, Gloria.

“And, if you don’t mind me saying,” I added with a smile, “she is a real cutie. Her outfit is quite, shall we say, enticing,” I giggled. “Well, she certainly isn’t shy,” Kayla admitted, catching me glancing at her own pink shorts. “Kinda takes after me, I guess, as you seem to have noticed,” she giggled, jabbing me in my ribs with her elbow. “My girlfriend says we are both a couple of chronic exhibitionists.”

Caught in the act, I found myself blushing and all I could find to say was that, yes, I thought they were both attractive.

“Why thank you,” she replied, brushing a strand of hair away from one of her deep brown eyes. “And you’re no slouch yourself,” she added, giving me an obvious once over, again deepening my blush. I didn’t exactly consider myself that attractive, but I still enjoyed the compliment.

By this time we had reached the counter where her daughter, whose name I soon learned was Amanda, had seemingly charmed the older sales clerk into showing her a variety of cute panties that any young girl would be happy to wear.

“But I’m looking for a thong,” she told the lady. “Do you have any that would fit me?” she asked hopefully, sliding her hands down along her narrow hips as if to emphasise how small it would actually have to be in order to fit her. The clerk looked over to us as we arrived beside Amanda.

“Is she with one of you?” she asked us. “She certainly seems to know what she wants,” she smiled, “but I’m not sure we have thongs in her size,” she added, glancing briefly with amusement at Kayla’s shorts and then back to her young customer.

“Yes, Amanda’s my daughter, and she really has her mind set on getting her first thong. What is the smallest size you have?”

After fumbling through a few boxes behind the counter the clerk eventually produced a tiny, white thong which still looked as though it would be slightly too large for Amanda. The little girl smiled when she saw it. “Can I try it on? See if it fits?” she asked eagerly, looking back and forth from the sales lady to her mother, who nodded that she could.

“There’s a change room over there,” the clerk replied, pointing over to the wall on our right. “But you’ll have to put it on over your shorts though, hon,” she added, handing the thong to Amanda’s outstretched hand.

“Yay!” she exclaimed, excitedly. “But I’ll just slip it on here then.” And before any of us could say a word she lifted up one leg after the other and pulled the white, lacey thong quickly up until it nestled – a little loosely as it turned out – over the crotch of her tight, yellow shorts. She patted it against herself, pulling this way and that on the waist band, but no matter how she adjusted it, it was plainly too large for her.

“Nothing smaller?” Kayla asked the lady, as Amanda frowned in disappointment.

“I’m afraid not, that’s the smallest size we have. I’m sorry.”

I moved over behind the little girl and grasped the string-like material of the waist band, pulling it up so that the thong flossed tightly between her gorgeous cheeks, then had an idea. “I’m pretty good with a needle and thread,” I told Kayla. “If you’d like to buy the thong I can try to work on it at home to make it fit. And if it doesn’t work then I’ll reimburse you for what it costs. Would that be okay?” I asked, suddenly picturing the little girl out of her shorts and panties as we tried to make the thong fit. Oh, you sly devil, I thought to myself as I waited for Kayla’s reply. But before she could say anything Amanda burst out, “Yes, mommy, can we let her try? Please?”

Kayla looked at me and shrugged. “Well, why not. As long as you don’t mind,” she said, looking at me as if trying to discern my motive.”

“I’d be happy to help out,” I assured her as Amanda smiled in delight.

“Okay. It’s a deal then,” Kayla said. “Wrap it up, you have a sale,” she smiled at the clerk who I noticed had looked at me a little strangely when I’d made my offer. I could almost hear herself wondering what kind of women we both were to let a young girl even wear such provocative undies.

I bought myself a few pair of panties while we were there and by then it was time for me to get back to work. As we left the lingerie store together Kayla and Amanda walked beside me toward the mall entrance and the restaurant where I waitressed. “Why don’t you come in and grab a booth and I’ll bring you a coffee and a soda for Amanda? I suggested. “Then I can give you my address and arrange for a convenient time for you to come over and see what we can do with your new purchase,” I added, winking at the little girl who smiled happily at me.

And so it was. We agreed for them to visit me the following weekend on the Sunday afternoon. As I watched their tight butts gently sway their way out from the restaurant, I couldn’t help feeling my pulse quickening in anticipation of our next meeting.

Continue on to Chapter 2

By hornykate

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in July 2012 }

It was my daughter’s friend who started it. That’s unfair. I think the whole thing was the result of a perfect storm (literally!) when all the fates conspired to bring so many things together.

That day started off as any other weekend day. I get up, prepare breakfast for me and daughter who’s still in bed. Mother shouts daughter down etc. You get the picture. Another day in suburbia.

We’re at the table eating, chatting. We have a great relationship. I love her dearly, and she loves me. You want descriptions? Me: Anne, about 5″6′, dark hair in a bob (bit retro), slim, small boobs, not bad shape, face like sally field (if u remember her), and just celebrated 31st birthday. She: Ruth, just under 5ft, sandy brown straight hair, starting to shape out physically. Hips, check. Boobs, check (still tiny but still there). Legs, check. Starting to develop in all the right areas. Oh, and a beautiful face. Smile that melts me, perfect teeth, nose, ears… I’m biased, ok? Oh yes, and she’s ten. Anyway, I digress.

The phone rings. It’s Ruth’s father. He hardly ever calls these days. That’s not a problem for either of us. For the sake of Ruth we always maintained a cordial relationship, and we have this odd situation in which we don’t hear from him for ages. And then he’ll call to take Ruth out for the day. He enjoys his freedom obviously and maybe every now and again he gets GUILT so he makes contact. So the day then gets kinda disrupted as he wants to take her out. That’s fine, I can get on with things round the house, bit of cleaning, bit of gardening, bit of daytime TV, bit of Internet activity, bit of auto-eroticism. I was kidding about the cleaning!

He comes round about an hour later, whisks my baby off to wherever. But as she’s leaving it starts to spot with rain. So that’s the gardening out as well! Within half an hour the rain’s really coming down. That’s when I hear the doorbell. When I open the door, who’s standing there but Ruth’s friend from down the road, Beth. And she’s not dressed for the weather.

Let me tell you about Beth. She deserves her own paragraph. I’ll say this out loud, and I’ll say it with no shame. She’s gorgeous. She’s also, more importantly, a really lovely girl. And she’s… she’s just so sexy. And she’s only a year older than Ruth. I have real trouble around her because I genuinely can’t keep my eyes off her. She’s my (not so) guilty secret.

I always felt her mother dressed her, or allowed her to dress a little inappropriately. She usually wore a skirt that seemed just a little TOO short, a top that showed off a little TOO much tummy, and was loose enough to show a little TOO much of her non-existent cleavage. And her skin was of the swarthy type so she looked constantly tanned. Dirty blonde hair half way down her back. And the clothes I just mentioned? That’s what she was wearing as she stood in my doorway, soaking wet.

“Is Ruth in?”

I composed myself. I’m her friend’s mother, I thought. DON’T stare at her with anything other than maternal concern. “Sweetheart, you’re absolutely soaked,” I said, “she’s out with her dad and I think you should get yourself home and get dry.”

She looked a little downcast, and mumbled something about being locked out.

“Where’s your mother?”

She told me she’d got home and no-one was in so she thought she’d come round to see Ruth.

I invited her in and as she stood in the hallway I went to get a towel. I came back with the towel and some of Ruth’s clothes.

“Here sweetheart, dry your hair and change into these.”

She was actually shivering and I could see she was struggling to get her top off. What should a woman with a daughter the same age (nearly) and a secret yen for this particular young girl do?

I offered to help. And she accepted. So I moved towards her, and took hold of the hem of her top.

“Hold your arms up, baby,” I said.

And she did, so I removed her top and she stood before me half naked and I couldn’t help but look at her chest, her flat chest with her little nipples that stood out because of the cold and wet. And she was lookin at me looking at her. And I think she knew.

“Shall I help you with the rest?” I asked with a voice as tremulous as a nightingale’s song.

She said, “yes…please,” and I almost came.

It all seemed to happen so fast. Doorbell rings and the next thing I know, I’m dry-mouthed and shaky. The only comfortable way of doing this in the hallway was to kneel in front of her, unbutton the skirt and slide it down her beautiful beautiful thighs, revealling her little pink panties. I swear to God I almost said to her, are you wet everywhere? but I didn’t. But what I did say was almost as obvious.

“Shall I take these off as well?”

It was her whispered answer “yes” that emboldened me. I wanted to pull them off slowly, sensually but instead I did it quickly, matter-of-factly. And I was then at eye level with her sparsely haired little cunt. It felt crazy.

You know what she did then? She parted her legs. Only slightly, but enough.

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Amanda

Jenny had not reached acceptance. It had been two weeks since she had confessed her new desires to me and we had not made love since the night with Sarah.

My young lover was coming over to spend the night. I was excited but at the same time afraid because I planned to approach Jenny sexually once we all went to bed. Jen had been distant. It was clear to me, even if not to her, that she was still moving through the shock of discovering this new part of herself.

“I love you, baby,” I said, hugging Jenny and kissing her head. “Are you okay with her coming over tonight?”

Jenny looked up at me and smiled, nodding her head. “How can you be so calm about it?” she asked me. I wanted to say ‘about what’ but I knew what she meant.

“I’ve spent years knowing about this. I ran from my whole life when I first found out. Did I ever tell you that I used to be a teacher?”

“I think you’ve mentioned it.” Jenny fished around the couch for the remote. She found it and turned off the television. “I’m so afraid that what we’ve done is going to haunt her.”

“I know,” I answered. The same thing had occurred to me. Sarah was my first child lover, and was flying blind.

“She’s so different than I was. When my uncle did what he did, I was devastated. I felt so ashamed. I lost my innocence. Sarah barely seems any different, though.”

I’d noticed the same thing. It was what helped to waylay my doubts. Sarah was still Sarah. She was still the same happy, sweet and silly not to mention brilliant little girl I’d always known. “I don’t blame you for being afraid,” I told her. “This is very delicate. Everything we do can affect her for the rest of her life. That’s why we have to be so careful.”

“You know the worst part of it all. I know I loved it. God, it filled a gap I didn’t even know existed until…” She looked up at me, blushing. “I’m sorry.”

I knelt down in front of her and smoothed her hair back with my hand. I reached out and took her hand in mine. “I understand.” And I did. I think for anyone else, being told that you didn’t fulfill your lover’s desires might hurt, but I understood. I felt exactly the same. I wasn’t going to say it, though. Jenny didn’t need to hear that. I slid up on the couch and wrapped my arms around her, trying to make her feel even a little better.

“Would you mind if I went and got her early?” Jenny asked me. I wasn’t sure why she wanted to, but I shrugged, happy to think about having even a little more time with the child.

Jenny broke away from the hug and slowly stood. She took a deep breath before leaving me there to go get Sarah.

I had expected her to be right back. But thirty minutes passed and she was still at Mark and Josi’s. I was starting to get a little worried when I saw Jenny walking across the yard carrying Sarah piggyback. The child had one arm around my girlfriend’s shoulder and in her other hand she held the duffel that she always brought when she came over.

They were laughing as they walked across the porch and knocked on the door. “Mandy!” Sarah squealed when I opened the door. Sarah slipped from Jenny’s back and pushed past her to wrap herself around me.

“How are you, angel?” I asked. I leaned down and kissed her on the lips gently. “And you…” I said looking up at Jenny, “what took so long?” She just shrugged and stepped inside, closing the door behind her. I didn’t need to ask though I knew what she was looking for. She wanted to be told it was okay. She wanted someone to tell her she wasn’t a monster. She wanted approval. Mark and Josi were the wrong ones to try and get it from, though. They tolerated their daughter’s relationship, it could even be said that they accepted it; but approved? That was a stretch. “Am I going to be able to get you to talk about it?” I asked.

Jenny sighed and sat down on the couch. No sooner did her behind hit the cushion that she hopped back up and went into the kitchen. When she came back she was carrying a beer. Whatever had been said had gone deeper than I had thought. Neither of us usually drank, though there always seemed to be either wine or beer in the refrigerator. She sat down, holding the beer in both hands with her elbows on her knees. She stared down at the floor. “I guess I just wanted them to tell me it was okay.”

“Did they?” I asked, sure I knew the answer. Jenny shook her head. She set her beer down and I went to the couch, sitting next to her.

“Oh god, Mandy… I’m so scared!” She broke down into tears as she fell on me in a sobbing hug. I felt tears in my own eyes. For the fear and pain she was feeling. For the shame at enjoying what she had done. I clearly remembered going through the same thing. It was something I would not wish on anyone.

“Shh, baby, it’s okay,” I said trying to comfort her. I stroked her hair softly and gently rocked back and forth almost as if I were lulling a child to sleep.

“Don’t cry, Jenny.” Sarah crawled up on to the couch and wrapped her arms around my lover.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Jenny said, hugging the girl back and tried to calm herself down.

I put my finger under Jenny’s chin and tiled her head up to look at me. “If you want to hear someone say it’s okay, baby, then she’s the one to ask.” Jenny nodded her head and turned to look at Sarah.

Jenny was debating what she wanted to ask the little girl. I’ve seen that look in her eyes. In the end though she let the subject drop and opened her beer.

I kissed Jen’s cheek and coaxed her to sit back. She snuggled against me and Sarah pushed close to her. She sipped from her beer slowly, holding the can in her lap after each taste. Sarah watched her so intently that Jenny offered her the can. “You want a sip?” She asked. Sarah giggled and looked bashfully at the can before taking it and sipping tentatively from it. She wrinkled her nose and handed the can back with squinted eyes.

“It’s bitter,” she grumbled.

“That’s so little girls won’t drink it.” Jenny teased, poking at Sarah’s belly. The girl laughed and pulled away.

“I missed you, Jenny. How come you didn’t come back after we…” She blushed and looked away. “Were you mad at me?”

“No, sweetie.” Jenny hugged the girl close, kissing her cheeks and the side of her neck. Seeing their exchange touched me. I loved them both so much that it overwhelmed me at times. “I won’t leave you like that again,” she promised, going so far as to draw an ‘X’ on her chest with her index finger. Sarah seemed satisfied with that and kissed her on the lips.

I would’ve been happy just sitting there with my two special girls, but I wanted to take Sarah to play miniature golf. It was something Jenny and I had done a lot when we first started dating. Now with Sarah in our lives, I was hoping it would be something we could recapture.

Trying to be delicate about it I coaxed them both up. “Are we still going to Golf ‘n’ Stuff?” I asked. Jenny nodded her head with a smile and Sarah bounced up and down giggling. I knew she liked playing miniature golf, but she also loved all the video games and the pizza by the slice they had too. It would eat up the afternoon and most of the evening.

You know, it’s funny. Sarah might have been our lover, but she was still so much a little girl and I find myself even now thinking up kid stuff to do. I find myself talking to her as a child. I don’t mean talking down to her, though. I respect her and love her dearly. I listen to every word she says and I value her opinion and feelings. Perhaps that is why I differ from other adults and why she loves me the way she does. And I know she loves me, I see it in her eyes when she says it. I’m different because I think of her as a person, not ‘just a kid.’

That was part of the conflict Jenny was feeling. Her perspective was shifting and she was finding it difficult to trust that Sarah was an actual person with thoughts and feelings and not just a mindless machine that would magically turn into a person on her eighteenth birthday. It isn’t her fault that she thinks that way. Society teaches us that children cannot think for themselves.

That’s not Jenny now, though. This is all the story of what was, of the first steps on the road to where we are today. Knowing that doesn’t spoil the story. Today Jenny and Sarah are inseparable, best friends. They are so close that sometimes I get a little jealous, until I realize that it’s truly a gift that they allow, no no, they WANT me to be a part of their lives.

Sarah happily jumped into the back seat of the car. Jenny pushed the seat back and slipped in behind the wheel. I hate driving personally, so most of the time I made her do it. I even taught her to drive stick so we could take my car. We drove to the mini golf place and piled out of the car.

Sarah ran straight to the air hockey table and begged Jenny to play with her. Jenny was girlie. She might have looked like a twelve year old, but she dressed like a woman. Among her femme traits were her lovely, long nails painted the color of dry blood. She would not risk them even for Sarah. I am not so girlie and with no nails to put at risk I dropped a dollar into the air hockey machine and played Sarah a game. At first I didn’t let her just win. I kept the score very close but in the end I let her beat me by one point.

Jenny went and got our clubs and balls from the attendant. She came back to where Sarah had stopped, transfixed by the demo mode of a video game. I don’t remember it’s name but it had a lot of zombies and the only controllers where a pair of pistols. I was hoping she wouldn’t ask to play it. It’s not that I was afraid it would scare her, I just don’t like the thought of children playing with guns.

“Are you two ready?” Jenny’s musical voice distracted Sarah and she took her club, hurrying us out to the course.

The game was every woman for herself, and Sarah managed to beat us. I don’t mean we let her win, no she actually did better than either Jenny or me. I decided with that, the next time we played air hockey, she was on her own.

We played, ate, played and finally long after sunset, went home. Sarah fell asleep in the back seat as we drove. At home when I reached in to get her she wrapped her arms around me. It always amazed me how kids can hold on to you when they sleep. We took her in. I was going to let her sleep, just lay her in bed and kiss her goodnight, bidding goodbye to my hopes for the night but when I put her on the bed she opened her eyes.

“Don’t make me go to bed.” She whined, sounding desperate. Sarah pushed herself up on her elbows and looked around. She yawned and laid back down so she could rub her eyes. She just looked so much like the little girl she was I wanted to eat her up. God she’s a cute kid. “I thought tonight maybe Jenny would want to do stuff again.” Sarah said, sounding frustrated.

“Well. Lets go have some ice cream and then when we go to bed we’ll tell her we want to do stuff okay?” Sarah smiled and nodded her head. She pushed her way up past me and padded out of the room, almost shuffling her little feet. I followed behind her.

“Hey sugar pop.” Jenny chimed when the girl walked into the living room. “You didn’t wake her up I hope?” She said, almost scolding me.

“No she did it herself.” I said only half paying attention. Jenny had turned the stereo on and it played softly, giving a perfect background to the candles she had lit and set on the coffee table. I looked at her quizzically.

“Well I’m glad she’s up.” Jenny adjusted the volume on the stereo and walked over to the couch, swooping our little angel up in her arms as she did. She kissed and nibbled at the girl’s neck playfully once she sat down, then held her hand out to me. “Come sit with us Mandy.” She cooed in her best little girl voice. I felt my belly quiver. They both sat there staring up at me with big, expectant eyes.

I have a large, soft, fluffy couch, with more than enough room for all three of us. I slid in behind Jenny and wrapped my arms around her from behind. I leaned in and kissed her shoulders softly. She loved feeling my lips, and even gentle bites on her neck and shoulders. I looked up and could see Sarah watching me intently. I winked at her and smiled. “She likes when you kiss her ear.” I offered to the girl. What she really liked though I was not sure I could explain. “Here, watch me.” I said. I leaned up and nibbled at Jenny’s earlobe. I pinched it between my upper teeth and lower lip, pulling and suckling gently. Right on queue Jenny shivered and almost melted in to my arms. Sarah snickered and leaned close. I felt Jenny tense slightly when the girl was close enough that her breath warmed my lover’s neck. Sarah nibbled at her ear and Jenny drew a deep breath, leaning in to the girl’s kiss.

When Sarah finally released Jenny she looked at her expectantly. I know she wanted Jenny to tell her she’d done it right. Finally Jenny turned to her. She leaned close to the girl, smiling. “You gave me goose bumps.” Sarah smiled broadly and leaned in kissing Jenny’s lips with a loud smack as she pulled away giggling.

Jenny reached out and pushed on Sarah’s nose. The girl giggled more and leaned back falling off Jenny’s lap and coming to rest on the cushion, propped up by the arm of the couch, all the while laughing harder. I couldn’t help but laugh myself.

When you’ve been together as long as Jenny and me, well sometimes you overlook the important things like taking time when you make love and just enjoying the experience rather than working toward the final goal. Kids though, they have a way about them, often without even knowing it. Sarah was slowing us down. making us pay attention to each moment and not just focusing on the big payoff. We were both concerned about taking our time with her. having fun with her, playing with her.

Jenny leaned in and pulled Sarah’s shirt up, blowing on her belly, bringing on a whole new cascade of laugher.

After a few moments Sarah got quiet and looked up at Jenny. Her attention slowly moved to me, all the while the smile on her face never fading. “I want to kiss Jenny like you did last time.” She said to me. I wasn’t sure what she meant and I guess my expression reflected that. “When you laid down and she was over you.”

I understood what she meant then. I wasn’t sure though. That seemed kind of, I don’t know, intense for a little girl. “I don’t know sweetie.” I said to her. “Don’t you think you’d be afraid?” She shook her head. “Sometimes you can’t breath and even I get a little scared.” I didn’t want to say too much, I didn’t want Sarah to start being afraid of every new experience so I let it drop there.

I ticked the girl’s sides, leaning against Jenny, melting in to her. My lover pushed against me until my back was against the couch and her weight was on me. I loved feeling all one hundred and two pounds of her pushed against me. Her slight build excited me even with a willing child so close. “Love you, baby.” I whispered. Jenny turned and kissed my lips, a smiled playing at her own.

“I love you too, now lets rough this kid up!” She grabbed Sarah’s hips and shook the girl back and forth comically.

“Your silly!” Sarah laughed, almost squealing.

Once Sarah finally calmed down I moved on the couch until I could lean down and kiss her. I wanted taste her lips, feel her tiny mouth opening up to meet mine. I kissed the child deeply, softly. I stroked her face with my hand. When I broke the kiss Sarah wiped saliva from her chin and cleaned her hand on the couch. I cringed but said nothing. After only two real experiences she child knew what would be coming next. She began wiggling on the couch and moving her legs and I was about to ask what she was doing when I heard one of her shoes hit the floor. The second soon followed. “Time to skin the possum.” She giggled as she held up her arms. Jenny wrinkled her brow and tilted her head slightly. “Daddy always says that when I have to take a bath.”

I don’t know why but I found it somehow curious that ‘Dad’ would be in charge of bath time for a little girl. Perhaps it was my own up bringing, Dad always found somewhere else to be when it was time for me and my sister to take a bath.

Jenny was the closest and so she was the first ‘possum’ that got skinned. I pushed her shirt up and she cooperatively raised her arms in the air as I slipped the shirt over her head. I dropped the shirt on the floor and leaned in kissing her on the neck, nibbling at her shoulder and again at the side of her neck. I reached gently around her and tugged at the clasp on her bra, letting it fall away.

I began massaging her breasts softly, pinching her nipples and kneading the soft flesh. I hardly noticed Sarah sitting up and reaching out until I felt her hand on mine.

The girl pulled my hand away and leaned in, kissing the side of Jenny’s breast. Sarah twisted on the couch and suckled Jenny’s nipples, encouraged by the woman’s soft moans.

Jenny was nearly purring when I finally released her breasts. I heard the gasp though that signaled her attention returning to the present. It took her a moment to collect herself before she reached out and began tugging at Sarah’s shirt. The girl broke away from Jenny’s breast long enough for the shirt to slip over her head, she then went back to my lover’s breast.

Jenny had worn a simple skirt with an elastic waistband. I pushed at it, struggled with it, until she finally rose up and let me roll it over her hips. I didn’t waste any time in pushing her panties off as well.

Without a word Sarah reached out and tangled her fingers in Jenny’s pubic hair. “Why am I the only one that’s naked?” Jenny asked.

Sarah laughed and playfully fell back against the arm of the couch, holding the top of her jeans. “I’m gonna eat you up.” Jenny grabbed Sarah’s feet and pulled them into the air biting down on the girl’s toe. “Starting with your little feet.” The child squealed with laughter and held her hands over her face. Jen immediately dropped Sarah’s legs and tugged at her pants. “Ha ha! I fooled you!” She sang at the girl. This only brought more laughter from the girl and she fought with Jenny over her pants, eventually letting my lover win the battle.

With Sarah and Jenny’s clothes on the floor there was only me left. I was pinned behind Jen and could not undress. The child leaned in close to Jenny and whispered in her ear, then they both moved to look at me.

I burst out laughing as they pounced on me in unison and began pulling, unbuttoning, unclasping and tugging. Before I knew it I was naked and laying on the couch with Jenny kneeling on my legs and Sarah behind my head looking down at me with her big smile. “I still want to kiss Jenny like you did.” Sarah said to me quietly.

I leaned up and kissed the little girl. “Okay sweetheart.” I looked down at Jenny. She had heard and she was nodding her head in silent agreement. I pulled myself up and turned around, coaxing Sarah to lay down.

Jenny crawled up along Sarah’s body, pausing to lean down and kiss her. My beautiful lover stroked Sarah’s cheeks and push her hair out of her face. “If you get scared or anything at all you just tap my leg and we’ll stop ok?” Sarah nodded her head, looking a little less confident as Jenny’s sex drew closer.

I moved on the couch until I was sitting at Sarah’s knees with one of her legs over my lap and the other behind me. I ran my hands along her body as Jenny lowered her body down to meet Sarah’s eager mouth.

Watching my lovely Jen on riding the girl’s face was heart warming. I knew she would probably not be able to climax, she was holding back, trying not to smother the girl. She knew as I did that this was not for her. It was for Sarah’s enjoyment.

Children are so tiny and small and so much more delicate than an adult. Sarah’s tongue, her innocent mouth, they were gaining skill and she was able to shake Jenny’s concentration. Jen was rocking her hips, Moving just slightly, but enough. Just enough to cause Sarah to start tapping at her leg with both hands.

I had been gently rubbing the girl’s body when I noticed her little fingers tapping away at Jenny’s leg. I immediately slid up past Jen as she pulled away from the girl. I leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, terrified that it had all be far to much for her. She was panting and her eyes were glassy. She looked at me and tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Oh sweetie, Oh no, I’m so sorry…” Jenny was almost crying as she hugged Sarah to her.

“It’s okay,” She said with a shaky voice. “I couldn’t breathe.” Sarah took a deep, but trembling breath and pushed back from Jenny. She tried to smile and kissed my lover on the nose. “I don’t want to stop.” She said. The little girl pushed tears off her cheeks and struggled to try and get back down between Jenny’s legs.

Reluctantly Jen let her slide back between her legs. I pulled myself to lay next to her. I stroked her head as she suckled Jenny’s clit and lapped at her honey.

“I know,” I heard Jenny say, sounding desperate. She wanted to come, she wanted to release the torrent she had been holding back for fear of suffocating Sarah again. Jenny stretched backward, reaching behind herself and holding herself up by her arms. She was stretched backward, pulling herself slightly away from Sarah’s face and giving the girl just enough extra breathing room.

Jen ground her sex into the girl’s chin. She reached up, holding Sarah’s head. She started moaning loudly. Sarah drew a deep breath. She had only seen it twice but she was a fast learner. The child pushed her face toward Jen’s sex and I could hear her mouth as she suckled my lover’s clit the way she suckled a nipple.

Jenny cried out and began trembling. She wanted to push her sex into the girl’s face but she was holding herself back. I cannot imagine the restraint it must have taken to be in the throws of an orgasm and remain conscious enough to attend to your lover’s needs.

Jenny laid back on Sarah’s legs and closed her eyes. The little girl was smiling and humming a song as she traced her finger along Jen’s thighs and over her pubic area. Several moments passed before she noticed me staring at her and she smiled up at me. “I did it.” She said, looking quite proud of herself. “Now I’m like you.”

I don’t know which hit me first. The extreme joy, how touched I was that she would want to be like me in any way, or the guilt that she had done something I know frightened her, because of me. I must sound like a weepy girl, but it seemed that since this all started Sarah was always saying or doing something that brought tears to my eyes.

You know, every curse can be a blessing too. I have to endure the pain and heartache of being a pedophile. It’s a burden I would not wish on any one. But if I weren’t, how could I be in love with such a wonderful girl as Sarah. All things considered I’m the luckiest woman in the world.

Jenny was beginning to recover. She pulled herself up and fell forward, covering Sarah’s mouth with her own. She kissed her juices from the girls face before sitting back. Sarah was giggling softly and looking bashful. “But I taste like you.” She said shyly.

“I know.” Jenny stroked her hair. She smiled down at the girl for a long time silently. “I like to taste myself when I kiss you.” Sarah wrinkled her nose and hissed a giggle. She fidgeted with her hands and averted her eyes, blushing fiercely.

A little more relaxed now I wrapped my arms around Jen, moving close to her ear. “You got to make her come last time,” I said to her. “It’s my turn.” Jenny chuckled and nodded her head. She pulled Sarah up and kissed the girl on the nose.

“Want to know what it feels when it’s the way we just did it?” Jen asked. Sarah nodded her head. Happily I took her place laying on the couch. Jenny helped her straddle my head and she lowered the girl down to me mouth.

Sarah inhaled sharply as I drew her clit into my mouth. I slid my tongue across it, feeling her little legs jerk each time she was stimulated. I slid my tongue along her slit, loving the taste of her honey. I lapped at her, I even nibbled, sheathing my teeth in my lips.

The scent of a child’s excitement, the taste of Sarah’s sex was sending waves of fire through me. My face felt hot and my belly quivered uncontrollably. I was chasing Sarah’s tiny clit with my tongue when I was suddenly aware of warm breath near my own sex. Jenny’s knowing mouth covered my sex and I felt her tongue slid in to me before she began lapping at my clit. I moaned softly and the vibrations caused Sarah to shudder.

Jenny’s mouth had electricity racing through my body. I couldn’t stay quiet. With each moan, with each breath Sarah gasped and I knew she was getting closer. I held her hips in my hand, enjoying how small she felt. She was rocking, driving her velvet soft sex down to my mouth, reaching out to my tongue and lips.

Sarah gasped and squeezed her legs around my face. She was shaking and panting as an orgasm raced through her. She gasped a seconding time when I pressed my tongue hard against her clit and tilted my head to push my chin against her opening. “Oh! Mandy!” She squealed.

The child was spent, almost unconscious as she fell to the side against the back of the couch and closed her eyes. My own orgasm could not be contained any longer. Jenny could hear it in my voice and she drove her fingers deep inside me. I must have screamed because I felt Sarah jump next to me.

The world faded to black as the tide, the electrically charged waves washed over me, drowning me in the dizzy high of climax.

Slowly I became aware. Sarah was looking down at me, her eyes were wide and her mouth was open. “Did it hurt?” She finally managed to ask.

“Oh, no angel. Not in the least.”

I didn’t want to move. I wanted to stay right there bathing in the afterglow but as large and comfortable as my couch was, there was not room for the three of us to hold one another.

Slowly I got myself up and coaxed my special girls to follow me to bed. In my room we crawled into bed together and Sarah immediately wrapped herself around Jenny. She kissed my lover’s cheek and hugged her tightly before relaxing. I laid next to them, stroking Sarah’s back.

I think a tiny bit of me was hurt that she had picked Jenny to cling to that night, but as if she could sense it Sarah turned her head to me. She stared at me in the darkness for a long time. “I don’t love her more than you.” She finally said. “But she needs extra hugs, cause she’s more scared than you.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. Jenny and I we so concerned about protecting her, comforting her, and here she was, trying to do the same for Jen. I didn’t see it but I heard Jenny kiss the girl’s head. We drifted to sleep that night, holding hands on Sarah’s back.

The End

By Amanda

It had to be past midnight. I don’t know why but I suddenly found myself awake. It had been a week since Sarah, Jenny and I had made love. We had not done anything since. Partly because Jenny was still processing it I suppose, and partly because I was still a little in shock.

Behind me I became aware of voices. It was Jenny’s almost musical voice and Sarah’s childish whispers. We had been letting Sarah sleep with us when she stayed over but sleeping was all we were doing.

From meaningless whispers words started to form. “…it was fun,” I heard Sarah whisper with a little giggle.

“Yes it was,” Jenny answered.

My eyes felt like they were going to pop when I heard what I was certain was a kiss. And not a little peck on the lips but a full kiss.

“Mmmm,” Jenny moaned. My breath ceased in my chest. What was Jenny enjoying enough to vocalize over?

The distinctive squish, the unmistakable sound of a finger moving in and out of an aroused vagina told me what she was moaning about. Jenny was letting my child lover finger her. Sarah was touching my girlfriend in a way that threatened to make me jealous, but somehow I found it more arousing than anything.

Jenny was acting on her own. I was not influencing her, no more than I had by introducing the idea anyway. I had not fully realized how excited it made me until I slid my hand between my legs and pulled the my panties to the side. I was wet, and not just a little.

Another squish.

I slid my index and middle finger into myself, running them around my clit as I pulled out.

“Mmmmm.” Jenny was trying to be quiet. But why? Why would she want to hide this of all things from me?

I closed my eyes and imagined seeing Sarah’s little fingers sliding in and out of my lover’s body. The bed was rocking gently now. It was Jenny’s weakness. She could be perfectly silent if she so desired but she could not stop herself from moving.

I could see it as if I were facing them, watching. I could clearly picture Jenny’s hips rocking in time with the little girl’s fingers. I could see Sarah’s wide eyes as she took in every bit of the experience.

That was what I remembered most about the previous week. Sarah’s childish wonder with what we had done. The wide eyes and bright smiles as she took in the whole of our sexual encounter. Even when I was young I don’t think my sexual experiences had been met with such wonder and enthusiasm.

A deep breath and I know they were kissing. The unmistakable sound of teeth lightly tapping against teeth, tongues wrestling.

I massaged myself in circles as I listened to the sounds of sex behind me. It was so thrilling to dream dreams of their bodies intertwined. I knew Jenny loved me, and she had always been so fond of my little girlfriend. Perhaps her own fondness was based in something not so different than mine. I wanted to roll over and join in, I wanted to ask questions, I just had to know what drove her to secretly seduce my angel. I kept silent. Desperate to know, but more desperate to experience the orgasm building in my body, I said nothing. I didn’t make a sound.

“Mnnnmm.” Jenny’s tone was higher. She was desperate to cum. Sarah’s little fingers were bringing her close but the child did not posses the skill to take her lover over the edge. I could hear the frustration in Jenny’s heaving breath. “Like this,” Jenny whispered desperately.

I could hear Sarah move on the bed. I could imagine her moving to get a better view of the woman’s hand. I wanted to see them, I wanted to see my dearest loves writhing over each other.

“Oooh, Oooohmmm.” It was Sarah’s voice. I opened my eyes in surprise. I hadn’t thought that Jenny was manipulating the girl’s tiny clit while enjoying the child’s hands on her own body.

Sarah came with a deep breath. Except for that one sharp inhalation she had become absolutely silent. That was enough for Jenny. I could feel her trembling as she came hard.

My own orgasm would wait no longer. Trying to remain still so as not to alert them to what I was doing, I massaged myself faster until the fire raced through me and the world melted away. Time always seemed to stop for me as I came. If it lasted a minute or ten seconds it didn’t matter the world was gone and all I knew want the touch, the manipulations of my clit or devices sliding in and out of my body.

Somehow I managed to remain silent. Nearly out of breath, I relaxed into the bed. I listen to my darlings kissing and talking playfully behind me as I drifted back in to sleep.

The next morning I was awake first. I went the kitchen and started breakfast. I wanted to surprise my girlfriends, I also wanted to have time to think about whether or not I would reveal what I knew to them.

Sarah was the first to come in, but I hardly had time to say good morning before Jenny wandered in and sat down at the table. She looked up at me expectantly. It was another of her quirks. When she cooked she served as well, and she expected the same treatment from me.

I scooped scrambled eggs that had started their day as an omelet, onto her plate. Two strips of bacon and I poured her some orange juice before giving the same to Sarah. After serving myself I sat down and looked first at Sarah. My attention then went to Jenny. I thought I knew her so well but these last few weeks had proven that no matter how long two people are together they can still surprise one another.

“What hun?” Jenny asked, and I realized that I had been starring at her for several seconds now.

“Oh, sorry nothing… How did the two of you sleep?”

Sarah snuffled like a puppy being hugged for the first time by its new owner. Jenny glanced quickly at her then smiled. “Oh great actually.”

“I’m sure, after the way you two came,” I blurted. I covered my mouth with my hand, shocked that I had said it. Jenny coughed and dropped her fork. Her face flushed and she looked away from me. Sarah kept her eyes on her plate but she didn’t seem in the least ashamed.

“Yeah it was really nice,” The little girl said. I laughed. It was so honest. She had no idea why Jenny would have reacted with shame. She had enjoyed the experience and that was all that really mattered.

“You were awake?” Jenny asked in shock. “For how long?”

“Long enough to enjoy it,” I told her. Jenny’s eyes opened wide. “Jen, I don’t know what to say. I mean… I didn’t think you…”

“I didn’t.” She interrupted me. “Not until last week.” She reached out and brushed Sarah’s hair back. The girl smiled and tilted her head into Jenny’s hand. “Last week… It was powerful, being with the two of you I mean. It did something to me. I wouldn’t even know how to describe it… Well maybe… It was like a whole new world opened to me.” Jenny paused for a long time. So long that I thought she was done, and I was about to say something. “I have to see more of it, I… I’m dying to explore it.”

I sat back, eyes wide. All I could do was stare at her. “Wow,” I finally managed to say. Jenny couldn’t look at me. It was endearing, seeing my normally self assured and confident girlfriend looking shy.

“Does it make me a bad person?” She asked, her voice hardly above a whisper.

I knew what she was feeling. I had felt it. Years ago as it dawned on me that my feelings for the little girls in my life, and there were many since I was a teacher, were not matronly. The ‘P’ word. Big stone letters slamming to the ground, causing the earth to shake, threatening to crush me. Cold and cruel the word echoed in my head for years. I ran from it, I ran from teaching, I ran from everything. Slowly I had learned to accept myself. I wasn’t a monster, a rapist, a child molester. Oh I had gone through the five stages. The denial, the fear, the anger… All of it. I had even entertained the notion of joining the church in hopes that it would cure me of this terrible sickness.

The love that truly dared not speak its name. I couldn’t tell any one, I was isolated. But it’s true. In the end you really do achieve acceptance. Not from the world, but in yourself. “You’re not a bad person.” I tried to reassure but I knew where she was. The fear step. Afraid she was bad, afraid it made her a monster.

“I blamed you,” she said to me. “I thought it was your fault… For being what you are. That somehow you’d made me…” Jenny wiped a tear off her cheek.

“Don’t cry,” Sarah’s little voice said. The child reached over and stroked Jenny’s arm. “You’re not bad. I love you Jenny.” Sarah got thoughtful for a moment. Her eyes got wide, “You’re not sorry are you?” She asked with a note of desperation.

“No she’s not sweetie. That’s why she’s crying.” I answered for her. Jenny nodded her agreement. Sarah looked genuinely confused. “It’s hard to explain. I know your father told you people wouldn’t understand but it’s more than that…” I started, trying to help her understand. “People get very angry about grown-ups that do things with little girls. Things like last week.”

“And last night?” she asked.

“And last night. They say that grown-ups that like little girls that way are sick and mean. They say lots of things about us, because they don’t think you or other little girls can make up their own minds.”

“Daddy told me all this,” she said. “He said that I could choose though cause he explained things to me.” Sarah scratched her head. “It’s stupid.” She finally said. “If a kid doesn’t like it all they have to do is say stop, so why does it matter?”

“Well partly because some people that like little girls are mean, and they won’t stop.”

“I’m not afraid,” Sarah said confidently. I felt tears race to my eyes. A child’s trust. Something that was a privilege to have. And that made me think that perhaps we were moving too fast for her. She was so young. So innocent. The sex, her father’s conversations, neither had served to dampen her innocent nature though. I’m sure to her it was just a game, something fun, and she was getting lots of attention from adults. I felt a twinge of guilt that I might be taking advantage of her.

“Sweetie. Do you understand that I loved you before we did things like that, and if you wanted to stop I would still love you?” I asked. Even after all this time I had doubts. I wanted her to know that she was an equal and that she didn’t need to do anything with us to be loved.

I became aware that Jenny was watching our exchange intently. I don’t know what she wanted to hear. What would help her to deal with what she was feeling.

“This is boring,” Sarah finally said, breaking an uncomfortable silence. “Daddy talks to me about it, you talk to me about it…” She looked over at Jenny, “are you going to do it too?” Sarah huffed loudly. “I know I know I know,” she groaned. “If I want you to stop I just have to tell you, but I don’t want you to stop okay?” she asked. She put her hands on her hips and looked at me impatiently.

“Well,” I said. “I guess I have been told.” Sarah turned her attention to Jenny, satisfied with my answer.

“Umm… Yeah, yeah I guess,” she answered, sounding unsure of herself. “I’m going to take a shower.” Jenny left us there for the bathroom.

“So what happened last night?” I asked.

Sarah lowered her head and pushed back away from the table, keeping her eyes on her plate and giggling. “Well I was lying between you and her. And Jenny was awake. And we were talking… And we started kissing.” She stopped. Sarah straightened up in her chair and shrugged her shoulders. “And she started rubbing me, and then… She touched me, down there and so I touched her back.” She said trying to sound matter of fact. I smiled to myself. That was what must have qualified for her as the gory details. I didn’t want to make her any more uncomfortable than I already had so I let it drop.

Some time after noon Sarah went home. She was going to spend the day with her mother and father, and probably go to dinner with them, then come home and back to my house. I sat in the living room feigning interest in the television, but it was killing me, I had to ask Jenny about the previous night.

“Baby.” Jenny looked up at me.

“Yeah?” she said, closing her magazine. She knew me all too well. Any conversation that started with ‘Baby’ took more than a glance and a yes to end. “Talk to me about last night,” I said. “I want to understand. I mean you were really disturbed by all of this at first, and now… Well… I guess you’re still having a hard time but I mean last night had nothing to do with me.”

“But it does, it has everything to do with you. I mean… No I brought her to our bed that night. And it was your first time too…” She looked up at me waiting for me to confirm. That was the question, did I lie to her and say yes or did I confess the incident from the week when I thought she had left me. I had to confess, I loved her to much to lie.

“When I thought you had left me, her and I did some grinding on each other’s legs.”

“Didn’t even wait for the body to get cold.” Jenny sounded angry.

“It’s not like that. God, I was stressed. I thought you were gone. My god Jenny, I thought I’d lost you. And then there she was and I wasn’t thinking straight.” I looked up at her, tears forming in the corners of my eyes.

“I’ll be angry at you for that some other day,” she said after a long silence. “I mean I guess I understand but some day we’ll talk about this again.” Jenny ran her fingers through her hair and sat back on the couch. “I don’t know exactly what I was thinking really. I mean we were talking, and the next thing I know I’m leaning in and kissing her… You know, she kisses pretty good actually, I mean for, you know, being so new to it. God Amanda, she was so soft, not like any woman I’ve ever been with. And that smell. What is that smell kids have? It’s like, almost like powder or something. Whatever it is it was driving me nuts. It just felt natural to let my love for her…” She trailed off. “I don’t know what I’m trying to say.”

“You know I went through this too. Discovering that I was a…”

“Pedo.”

“Yeah. But you don’t have to go through it alone like I did. I’ll be with you I’ll always be here for you no matter what.” I cocked my head to the side and half smiled at her. “Oh, and pedo is what ‘They’ call us, we’re girl lovers sweetie.”

“It sounds so innocent.”

“It is. It’s love sweetie, as real as any other love you can have.”

With sunset I caught sight of Mark and Josi’s car pulling in to the driveway next door. Soon my house would be filled with Sarah’s glow, a felt a calm pass over me at the mere thought.

The knock at the door was not Sarah’s and it was too soft to be Mark’s large hand. I opened the door to Josi’s pretty face.

“Can I come in?” She asked. Her arms were folded across her chest and everything about her screamed parental worry.

“Always.” I let her in.

“A lesbian three way.” Josi said sitting on the couch. “Is that normal for you? I mean I don’t know, do lesbians have lots of wild sex?”

“Some, but not us really.” I answered.

“My daughter hasn’t even had a period and she’s had a lesbian…” She looked over at Jenny. “And you, I thought you were…” Josi slid down on to the couch. “You know I want only my daughter’s happiness. I don’t care if she’s gay, straight or in-between. But we’ve tried to teach her that love is between two people who are loyal to one another. You know, traditional values with a more liberal edge.”

“You’re telling me I have to choose her or Jenny?” I asked.

“I don’t know what I’m telling you. I mean I was pretty wild in college and I’ve never even had a three way. Now my daughter has.” She almost laughed. “How am I suppose to make her understand what this is all about?”

“I don’t know Josi. But she seems content with things the way they are. She loves Jenny, and me… And I think she was really thrilled about what her and Jenny did last night…”

“Last night?” Josi said, her brow raising.

‘OOPS.’ echoed through my head. “Umm, yeah.”

“I don’t want to know.” Josi held her hand up. “I didn’t want to know about the three of you but it was her first sexual experience and she just had to tell me all about it.” Josi took a deep breath. It was obvious that all of this was a bit much for her. “Amanda, please be careful with my little girl.”

I wasn’t sure what I was suppose to say. How could I let her know that her little girl was safe with me? In the end I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her. “I will take care of her.”

Josi hugged me back and I can’t tell you what a relief that was. If she had pulled away I’m afraid I would have had to give up my little love before I’d ever really gotten to know her.

My next door neighbor left and not long after Sarah skipped across my porch and threw my door open without stopping to knock. “Mandy!” She ran the few steps across the living room and hugged me. She began kissing my belly, and not long after went to Jenny to give her the same treatment.

“What do you think about seeing a movie?” Jenny asked, keeping her eyes on Sarah.

“You mean go to a movie?”

“Sure sweetie, my treat.” Sarah crawled up into Jenny’s lap and put her arms around my lover’s neck. Again I was tempted to jealousy, but they seemed so beautiful to me.

We went and saw a movie, and afterward stopped at the Baskin Robins near my house for a cone. I myself prefer Tastee Freeze but I guess that’s because I grew up in the south.

I think a lot of people would be scandalized by a story of a woman, no, two women, having sex with a little girl. I find the whole thing to be a shock, but when you’re there, and so in love, if you could see Sarah’s happy little face. I can’t believe it was abuse. Of course that word, it echoes in your head. Every time that I even dreamt of making love to my little angel it swam around, trying to undermine me. I suppose I talk about being a pedophile like I’ve come to accept it and I have, but it’s hard to overcome the doubts. The world outside is always ready to reinforce those doubts, and with good reason as there are always plenty of people out there that could care less about the feelings of the children they are with. I often find myself watching the evening news, shaking my head and whispering, ‘They give the lot of us a bad name.’

I went into my room almost immediately and changed into the boxers and t-shirt that I normally wear to bed. I was unrolling my sox when Sarah wandered in and crawled across the bed, stopping in front of me and raising up on her knees. She reached out and put her arms around me, pulling me close.

I sat down next to her and stroked her hair gently. “What’cha thinking angel?”

Sarah rose up and kissed me on the lips. She still tasted like Marshmallow ice cream. “Can we… You know… Do stuff tonight?” she asked.

“You’d like that?” She nodded her head. I smiled and hugged her tightly, tickling her sides until she squealed. “Well I can’t speak for Jenny but I think I would like that very much.”

We started kissing. The long loving kind of kiss that ends with you lying on the bed staring into one another’s eyes. I love those moments, the ones where you’re looking into your lover’s eyes and you feel like you’re about to burst. You feel like your heart is swelling up in your chest and at any moment it will spill out drowning you in love.

I’m not sure how long we lay there but it was long enough for Jenny to come looking for us. “Hey you two, careful you’re going to make me jealous.” Jenny slid onto the bed and I tilted my head up to kiss her. Sarah squirmed from beneath me and waited for her turn at Jenny’s lovely lips. “Show me this world,” she whispered to me.

All I could think was that I was as new to it as she was. “Do you want the lights off?” I asked her. I don’t know why but I always felt less vulnerable in the darkness, and her nod told me that the same was probably true for her. I turned out the lights and returned to the bed to find Sarah and Jenny already kissing and undressing. “Hey, now I’m the one getting jealous.” I pulled my shirt up over my head and slid my boxers off.

“I like the way this feels,” sarah said, running her hands through my pubic hair. “Will mine be this soft?” she asked.

“Probably,” I answered. I turned around and took her little face in my hands, kissing her, tasting her, drinking her in. I was hungry for that little girl, her thin lips and baby soft skin. I felt Jenny’s hand on my back. She was stroking me, encouraging me. I made my way down Sarah’s body. I loved to kiss her navel, well any woman’s naval, there was something so sexy about a woman with a slight pooch belly. And Sarah had the beginnings of one on her tiny little stomach.

My lips caressed Sarah’s velvet-soft pubic area. Her mound rose to greet my lips, as if she knew what to expect. A giggle escaped her when I flicked my tongue along her slit, brushing first her clit and then her hole.

She didn’t taste like any lover I had ever had. I am at a loss now, as I would have been then to even describe the taste of a child other than to say fresh. If youth was a tangible thing, something with texture and yes flavor, then that would be what I tasted, I tasted youth.

I began swirling my tongue on her clit. It was no easy task, a child’s clitoris is very small and it took me a while before I got the hang of keeping my tongue on it. Sarah was almost purring, sometimes giggling, and rocking in time with me. She brought her legs up, grabbing her knees with her hands and pulling them apart.

“My turn.” I heard Jenny’s voice and felt her breath close to my ear. When I pulled back Sarah moaned and whined. She opened her eyes and looked up at me.

“Why did you stop?” She asked.

“Because I wanted to do it some,” Jenny answered.

I don’t know what was more exciting. Making love to, tasting, kissing, licking Sarah, or watching Jenny do it. I leaned down and began kissing Sarah, lapping at her tongue. She pulled back from a my kiss after a moment and giggled. “Is that what I taste like?” she asked. I nodded my head and turned to look down at Jenny. I loved seeing her head between the child’s legs. Sarah’s hand wrapped around my own and she squeezed hard. “Oooh, Jenny… Mandy!” she squealed. Her little face puckered up, like it had that night a week before and I smiled as I watched the child climax.

Several moments passed with Sarah lying on the bed staring up at me with a silly smile and sleepy eyes. Jenny came to the head of the bed. We kissed deeply. I sucked on her bottom lip for a moment, growing more excited at tasting the child on her kiss. “How could I have ever ended up so lucky?” I asked. “I have you, and Sarah.”

“Can I do that to you?” Sarah asked me. I smiled down at her and nodded. Slowly Jenny and Sarah coaxed me to lie on the bed. The little girl slid between my legs and began poking at my sex. She traced my lips with her finger… If she only knew what she was doing to me. It was frustrating but so very exciting. “I just do it like you did?” She asked.

“Mmhmm.” I moaned desperately. Jenny traced her fingers up and down my body. She knew what that did to me. Even if I had not had my beautiful child lover poised to attack my sex with her virgin mouth, Jenny’s touch would have set me on fire.

Sarah’s mouth covering my clit, her little tongue fishing for my special button, sent waves of heat through me. I felt like white hot electric fingers were dancing across my skin. My belly tightened and heat wrapped itself around my lower regions. Jenny leaned down and covered my mouth with her own, breathing in my gasp.

As I gained my head again I coaxed Jenny to straddle me, then lowered her wonderfully wet sex down to my hungry mouth. She tasted sweet, soft. And mixed with Sarah’s juices on my own lips it made my head swam.

Jenny undulated, rocked, moaned. She pushed her pubic bone against my nose almost hard enough to hurt but backed off just before it was too much.

My lover’s honey dripped into my mouth and I drank her down. I loved everything about Jenny, her scent, her taste, the little whimpers and moans she made when we made love.

Sarah’s tongue on my clit was doing its job. I could feel the heat building in me. Above me Jenny was not far from climax either. She rocked her hips bearing down toward me, reaching out with her sex for more.

I pressed my tongue hard against her clit and she shivered as she rocked. Jenny reached forward. She wrapped her fingers around the blanket and pulled at it as she began to climax. My lover groaned loudly. She pushed her sex into my mouth and I obliged.

Jenny rolled off of me as her orgasm subsided. Sarah’s inexperienced tongue was bringing me closer now. She was doing her best to imitate what we had done to her.

Sarah reached up, her little hands began rubbing my belly. Feeling those tiny fingers on me was what I needed. The fire building in my loins exploded outward, encompassing me, drawing me out of the world and into the ether, the warm, wet pulsations of a staggering orgasm. I reached down and pulled Sarah’s head gently, coaxing her to press her mouth on me harder. She did her best to satisfy me and it was working as my orgasm brought me to the brink of unconsciousness.

Finally spent I relaxed my hold on the little girl and felt as if I were melting into the bed. Slowly I sat up and hooked my hands under her arms, pulling her up to me. I kissed the child gently on the lips. “I love you so much angel,” I whispered to her.

“That was cool,” she whispered back. “My jaw hurts.”

I laughed and pulled her close. “You get used to it.”

Jenny sat up next to me and began stroking the child’s hair. “I never would have thought…” she trailed off. Eventually we all lay down.

Sarah fell asleep quickly, like children do. Jenny and I lay in bed with the girl breathing deeply between us. “What did you think?” I asked her.

“I don’t know Manda panda,” she said playfully. She reached out and stroked my arm with her finger tips. “It was intense.”

I kissed Sarah’s head, then leaned up and kissed Jenny. “You’re not just saying all this to make me happy are you?”

“Of course not baby.” Jenny caressed my cheek with her fingers. “It’s almost like when I first realized I was gay,” she told me. “But I wasn’t so afraid of that. I mean you know how Mom is, she helped me through it… Now, I don’t even think she could handle this.”

“I wouldn’t think she could. But you have me Jen.” I was trying to reassure her.

“I feel closer to you. Closer than ever before,” she whispered. My heart swelled.

“God, I feel the same Jenny. Like we’re truly soul mates.”

“And I really do think I’m falling in love with her,” she whispered as she leaned close. All I could do was kiss her. I don’t know what I had done right in life, but whatever it was must have been big because it brought me Jenny and my darling little Sarah.

Continue on to Part Three

By hornykate

So there we were, in the hallway, she now naked, me wishing I was. I realized she looked rather vulnerable so I dutifully put a pair of Ruth’s panties on her. She was still wet (though I think I was wetter!) so I needed to dry her. We couldn’t stay in the hallway and I quickly went through the options of where to go. Living room? Better option. Neutral. Non-suggestive. Or bedroom? An option fraught with problems. It’s less neutral. It’s more suggestive. So bedroom it was!

I had no plan. Honestly. At that point I convinced myself I was acting in a purely maternal way. But her softly spoken acceptance of my suggestion to remove her sodden panties was gently echoing through my mind. I manoeuvred her to the bed and gently sat her down. I began by drying her beautiful little feet, and working my way up her legs. She willingly parted her legs to allow me to dry her inner thighs. I couldn’t control my poor heart. I had to stop before IT did. So I climbed onto the bed and sat behind her so I could dry her shoulders, her hair, her back.

She was still naked apart from the panties but she seemed fine with the situation. Then I began softly rubbing her front with the towel. Gently over her chest, down to her slightly chubby tummy, a most beautiful kissable tummy. Then, praise the patron saints of little girls, that’s when she leaned back to rest her head on my chest.

“Are you OK sweetheart?” I asked. She gave a suprisingly lewd gutteral response, like a miniature tiger having its ears stroked.

My hand was by now busying itself exclusively on her baby soft tummy.

“The towel’s wet,” I half-whispered, “I don’t think we really need it anymore. Do you?”

“I don’t think so, no.” she whispered back. The towel went, so there I was stroking her stomach with my bare hand. The skin on skin felt utterly wonderful. And then, there it was again. The parting of her legs. I found it hard to catch my breath. I actually felt scared. The panties she was wearing fit Ruth fine but were a touch small for Beth and from the position in which we were now half lying I could clearly see her darling little pussy lips clearly outlined.

My fingers were now tracing the line of the waistband. I was almost on auto-pilot.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.

“I think you’re dry now.” She just shook her head ‘no’ so I continued my stroking of her hem-line. And again, her legs parted. It was now almost obscene. Deliciously so of course. Little girls can sit showing their panties all day long and when it’s artless like that it’s fine. But when an eleven year old is consciously opening her legs in such a salacious way it’s a different story.

Our lives are made up of decisions. Many don’t affect us too much but some are life changing. I was on the cusp of one of those decisions. For it was then that she tilted her head backwards and looked up at me. So I kissed her, I lowered my head and kissed her on the lips. I couldn’t believe it even as I did it. She looked up at me then closed her eyes so I kissed her again. For longer this time. And it didn’t feel real until she opened her mouth. Oh my lord. Have you ever kissed such a young girl? Your heart beats like a humming birds’, your skin prickles, your mouth is dry and you are wordless. It was a kiss of such delicate fragility the thought of seeking her tongue with mine seemed almost bestial but I had to go further. My tongue slid into her open mouth and she responded by touching my tongue with hers. And I hadn’t even realized it but my fingers had at last slipped below the hem-line of her panties. I’ll rephrase that. Slipped below the hem-line of MY DAUGHTER’S panties. And that thought was as other-wordly as the fact that I was kissing and gently fingering her eleven year old friend. For I was by now fingering her little cunt. And, thank the stars, she was kissing me back and was gently moaning into my mouth.

I don’t know why but I was surprised at how wet she was. And I was conscious of my daughters panties getting wet because of my actions. We broke our kiss and she spoke.

“You’re naughty, Mrs Archer.”

“You’re right, I am. But I found you impossible to resist. And call me Anne, baby.” She asked me to kiss her again.

“I’ve been kissed before.” she said.

“Really? Who’s been kissing my little baby then?” I know you’re ahead of me and I should’ve seen it coming but I genuinely didn’t.

“You wont be mad at me?” she asked. A massive hint but I missed it.

“Of course not, sweetheart. Who’s the lucky boy?”

“It wasn’t a boy.”

And that’s when it clicked. And the machinery in my mind started clicking into overdrive.

“Have you guessed yet?” she asked.

“I think so. Do you just kiss?” and as I asked I put my hand back inside her panties (my daughter’s panties, oh my god) and started rubbing her little clit.

“Or do you do other things?” I was almost choking on my words. I wanted to know. I didn’t want to know. I didn’t know whether I wanted to know.

“Just kiss…” she said, “so far.”

Continue on to Chapter 3

By hornykate

We lay on my bed kissing, lazily, like two lovers in no hurry to get anywhere. My hand was again inside my daughters panties as I finger fucked her friend, the beautiful eleven year old Beth. But my mind WAS in a hurry to get somewhere. A little desire had been awakened, and as I continued to finger Beth’s slit this desire grew stronger.

“Baby?” I whispered, “how do you and Ruth kiss?”

“Like this,” she said.

I kissed her more deeply, my tongue exploring her mouth, the saliva increasing. I suddenly stopped, lifted my head, “Like that?”

“Sometimes, yes.”

I kissed my way down Beth’s body, licking her nipples, making the little girl moan, running my fingers along her rib-cage. I moved to between her legs, knowing the connotations of what I was about to do. I slowly started to lick Beth’s cunt through the gusset of my daughter’s panties. I put two fingers into my wet cunt then placed the wet fingers onto the already soaking fabric, spreading my own juice to mix with Beth’s and the wetness my tongue had left. And in my head I was half-imagining this young girl on my bed with her legs spread so wide was Ruth.

I stood up, took her by the hand and said, “Come with me.”

I had to complete this fantasy.

We entered Ruth’s bedroom and I quickly rifled through her drawer to find a favourite t-shirt she often wore to bed. She seemed to know what was on my mind as she wordlessly took it and put it on.

“Climb into bed sweetheart,” I said. She did, and I knelt by the bed and slid my hand under the bed-clothes. And this is when the dark fantasy in my head suddenly became remarkably attainable. Would I do this with my daughter? Was this what I wanted?

My hand was on her thigh. Beth’s thigh, my daughter’s thigh. My mind no longer knew.

“Will you kiss Ruth again?” I asked her.

“Dont you want me to?” she asked.

“Oh I do Beth, I do. I want you to do the things that we’ve done, I want you to do naughty things with her.” My hand was again between her legs, gently stroking her, moving below the pantie line to centre on her little slit, feeling the nub of her clit.

“I want you to do this to her,” I said. I slid my finger into her wet cunt.

“And this.” With my free hand I exposed her upper body and began licking her non-existent chest.

“And this.” I decided to free her of the panties, they were no longer needed to fuel this fantasy, so I slid them off with her help.

“And this,” I said as I lowered my head to lick at her naked little cunt.

“Turn over.” I said and she turned onto her tummy. I kissed her perfect ass cheeks then spread them with my fingers and slowly began to lick at her little rose-bud. She slightly lifted her hips so I continued with more confidence. I wasn’t sure how she’d react to this but this reaction was good. Within a few minutes of this her hole was so wet from my saliva I attempted penetration. And my tongue slipped snugly inside.

I knew what this was. Although I wanted this little girl so much, and though i’d fantasized about this for what seemed ages, and though my focus was now very much on her deliciously undeveloped body, I was also making love to my daughter by proxy. It was my daughter’s cunt I was also fingering, my daughter’s ass I was also fucking with my tongue. It was my daughter who also slipped her tiny fingers into my yearning cunt. I wanted Beth so much, but I knew I also wanted Ruth. A threesome with two underage girls, one of whom was my daughter made me dizzy. At one point, as I again went down on her, I stopped to look, to appreciate what was before me. Her legs were wide open, her cunt wet with her own juices and my saliva, the insides of her childish thighs glistening with all this wetness. I felt like the luckiest woman alive, to have this young girl offering herself to me in such an uninhibited way. I licked the insides of her thighs, her pelvic bone, her adorable little tummy, the soft smooth skin of her arm-pits, her delectable neck, her tiny ears. And once there I whispered to her, “Will you help me with Ruth? I cant do it on my own. I’d like her to join us.”

She just looked at me and said, “Yes.”

She left soon after that, long before Ruth returned. And when Ruth did return it was to a mother who’d just made love to her eleven year old friend. And I felt strangely liberated.

Later that evening when it was getting close to Ruth’s bedtime, she came down from a shower wearing the very same t-shirt i’d fucked her friend in. Different panties though. The others were under my pillow.

“My shirt smells of you Mummy,” she said.

I expected her to ask ‘why’ but thankfully she didn’t. But she did sit down to snuggle up next to me. I wrapped my arms around her little frame and I found myself thinking of Beth and the child-like curves of her body. I thought the return of my little girl would break the spell that had been cast by the dazzling afternoon, but it didn’t. I tenderly stroked her hip and thought of the time I might have my head between her perfect legs.

It depended on Beth.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By hornykate

Ruth’s dad must’ve thought I’d gone slightly loopy, or menopausal. I’d never called him so much to ask him if he wanted to take Ruth out.

“Got a new man in your life?” he asked over the phone. If only he knew, though probably best he didn’t!

But the only time I was likely to see Beth was when Ruth was safely out of the way. Twice we’d tried to arrange it via clandestine texting and twice unexpected events had thwarted all plans. So this was third time lucky.

Ruth’s father arrived spot on time (he was taking her shopping with McDonalds thrown in as a treat for him) and before she’d got in his car I was madly texting. “will you come to see me? I’m on my own”. The reply came obscenely quickly: “yes. 5 mins”.

True to her word, she came knocking on my door and my heart was knocking on my rib cage. I knew she was coming, was expecting her, but I was still as nervous as a battery hen.

As soon as she breezed through the door, I took her into my arms. Had I not, it may have become awkward. I’d have offered her a drink, we’d have sat in the kitchen and reality would have ruined this ethereal tryst. So I was determined to embrace her straight away. It worked. We kissed. We held each other. My eleven year old lover and I, together for only the second time. My fantasy come true. I find most eight to twelve year old girls sexy, but there is a world of difference between being sexy and being sexual. And she was truly sexual. That swarthy skin, that untamed hair. I believed I was in love.

We wasted no time and went straight to my bed. I was no longer nervous. The unfamiliar territory of our first encounter was now a more familiar land and I almost forgot she was only eleven. My God she was so beautiful. I told her I wanted to kiss every inch of her body and, with her permission I did. Her neck, her eyelids, her elbows, the backs of her knees, everywhere. We didn’t have sex, we made love. The whole experience was incredible but the moment she went down on me, when I felt her little tongue on my aching clit was the most incredible of all. In fact it was so good I asked her about it when we lay, spent, in each others arms.

“I was thinking about what you were saying last time, and I’ve been practising,” she giggled.

“Oh yes?” I said, already feeling aroused at what this might mean. “And dare I ask who you’ve been practising with?”

“With Ruth of course.” she replied.

“Oh my God,” I said. “Really? When? Tell me what happened?” So she did. They’d been kissing ‘and stuff’ the other day and, put simply, it’d ended with them both licking each other out. I was fingering myself as she was telling me, the thought of my little lover fucking my little daughter was almost too hot.

“What does she taste like?” I asked, “did you enjoy it? Did she?”

“Yes and yes,” she replied, “and she tastes a bit like you. You dont know how hot she is. I made her come.” And thats when I came, telling Beth what a naughty girl she was, and Beth telling me it was Ruth who was the naughty one, as it was her idea. That was even hotter. And that was when the downstairs door slammed shut and we heard Ruth shout “MUM! I’M HOME!”

Shit, we’d completely lost track of time. Here I was in bed with her best friend, and already she was bounding up the stairs. We had no time to do anything other than cover up. I shouted out “DONT COME IN!” but she’d already turned the handle and in she walked.

“MOTHER! OH MY GOD!” and she ran to her room.

Beth shot out of bed and followed her telling me “It’s OK, I’ll talk to her.” I admired her ‘can-do’ attitude but doubted she could make the whole thing better.

I lay in my bed, mortified, for the best part of half an hour when the door slowly opened and in walked Beth, holding Ruth’s hand. And they were both naked. I held out my arms for her, she came to me and I held her naked body to me as Beth knelt behind her. My recent mortification had vanished to be replaced by a feeling of super-charged sexuality. My nipples hardened as they rubbed against my daughter’s budding breasts, already more noticable than Beth’s flat chest. I was becoming very aroused and judging by Ruth’s puffy nipples, so was she. Beth leaned forward and gently turned Ruth’s head so she could kiss her. And what a kiss. Passionate, open-mouthed, tongues exploring. Hotter than I could ever have imagined. I leaned forward myself and we all kissed together, three mouths, three tongues.

We collapsed on my bed and I pulled the covers over us. Ruth ended up lying between us, I put my hand on Beth’s shoulder and traced her arm towards her hand, my mouth going dry as I realized where her hand was. I placed my hand over hers and mimicked her movements, so as she fingered Ruth, so did I. If she slid a finger into Ruth’s cunt so did I. We all kissed again, then Beth moved her head out of the way leaving me and Ruth kissing like lovers.

“Sorry I shouted, Mum,” she said, then squealed as Beth’s tongue invaded her little cunt.

It was no longer fantasy. We had awakened.

By Jeneee

Girlish giggles and whispers soon entered the room as Amanda appeared from the hallway hand in hand with one of the sweetest little girls I had ever seen. She was obviously a little older than Amanda and as they both approached us on the couch I knew right away that this had to be the new friend she had told me about, the daughter of Kayla’s girlfriend’s sister. Wearing a short, flared yellow skirt and a silky looking white top, she smiled somewhat shyly at me as the two of them stopped in front of us.

“Gloria, I’d like you to meet Kimmie. She’s my new girlfriend and I told her all about you at the hospital and how you were making that new thong fit me, and I just told her I got it on now so she wants to see it but I don’t think her mommy would like me showing her here so we’re going to run off to my bedroom quick. Okay?”

I smiled back at Kimmie as Kayla chuckled beside me at the words that came pouring from Amanda’s mouth. She spoke as quickly as she could, obviously wanting to get everything out before Kimmie’s mother followed her into the room. That would be any second now I knew as I could hear voices approaching us from the hallway, and Kayla, who had been listening with amusement to her daughter, rose to her feet to welcome presumably her girlfriend and her older sister to our little get together. “You can come with us if you want to,” Amanda added, bending down to whisper in my ear as she tugged Kimmie’s hand to lead her away, quickly grabbing her panties from the couch in her other hand.

“Maybe in a little while,” I mouthed to her as the pair skipped quickly away through the kitchen just in time as the other adults appeared in the doorway and were waved in by Kayla. Now it was my turn to be introduced.

“This is my girlfriend, Sylvia,” Kayla said as she hugged the younger of the two. “This is Gloria, hon. She’s the one I was telling you about that we met at the mall a week ago, remember? And,” she added, turning to the other woman, “this is her sister, Lynne.”

I stared at Lynne as something suddenly nagged in my mind. Then it hit me. And it must have hit her at the same time because her face turned deathly white. “Oh my god!” I exclaimed and then blurted out before I could stop myself, “You’re the one I caught with my mom that day. That day I came home from school early. You and her were…”

“…Oh please don’t say any…” she gasped, interrupting me. “Please…” she stopped, shoulders slumping, hands quickly rising to cover her eyes as if to wipe out a memory, a memory that she now realized would no longer remain hidden in her past. I saw the tears begin to slowly roll down her cheeks below her hands as she now knew it was too late.

Her secret bi-sexuality was about to be revealed.

“Sis?” Sylvia asked, looking first at Lynne, then back at me, as Kayla looked on wondering what was happening.

“You two know each other?” Kayla asked, looking curiously at me.

I nodded. “My mom and her were…friends. Well, a lot more than friends,” I added, my mind flashing back to that day school had finished earlier than usual and remembering the two of them kissing wildly as my mom’s hand had tucked itself down the front of Lynne’s panties, her dress raised high over her hips. I knew my mom had a girlfriend but so far I’d never actually seen them together, and I just stared in silent awe at the scene in front of me, speechless, watching in fascination as the two of them kissed and felt each other, not realizing I was there. Unknowingly I had gasped loudly and that’s when Lynne saw me and let out a screech as she pulled away from my mom and tugged her dress down, turning around and fleeing from the room and the house, never to return or even see my mother again.

Later my mom had explained that Lynne was paranoid about being found out by her family, especially since her sister, who I now knew was Sylvia, was a lesbian and was frowned upon by the rest of her family. What a hypocrite, I had thought to myself, as I’d apologised to my mom about breaking up their little scene, and as it turned out, breaking their relationship too.

Now, as Lynne’s embarrassment at being caught mounted, Sylvia came to her rescue and went over to give her a hug. “It’s okay sis, we’re all friends here, and I’m astounded that you could keep this to yourself and hide your real feeling from us all this time. But the person you really owe an apology to is your sweet daughter who, after all, is only taking after her mom – and me of course,” she added with a giggle.

Lynne removed her hands from her face which was soaked from her tears and put a hand to her sister’s face and looked her sadly in the eyes. “I’m sorry, so sorry, but I was afraid of breaking up my marriage because you know how straight he is and how he tried to make sure you and Kimmie were never alone together, and I went along with it, of course. Where is she, anyway?”

I chimed in, giggling, “She’s in Amanda’s bedroom, looking at the thong I fitted for her. It might be a good time for her to find out the truth about you though, before she feels any more guilt about going behind your back. Oh, and by the way, my mom did forgive you for running out that day, and it was quite an eye-opener for me too. It wasn’t every day I saw her with her hand in another woman’s panties.”

That had the effect of breaking the tension, and everyone giggled at the strange turn of events. “I think we’re all going to have a fun time this afternoon,” Kayla remarked, as we all quietly followed her down the hallway to Amanda’s bedroom. The door was closed, and we stood outside looking at each other wondering whether to knock or call out. As Sylvia finally put her hand on the doorknob we heard giggles from inside, followed by a ‘shhhh, they’ll hear us.’ Sylvia hesitated again but Kayla pushed past her and knocked loudly.

“Are you two coming to join the party or are you going to hide away in there all day?” she called out. “What’s going on in there anyway?” More like what’s coming off, I thought to myself as Kayla suddenly decided and pushed open the door, causing a screech from within as two little girls were immediately caught, literally with their pants down.

What greeted us were two young girls trying to quickly scramble to cover themselves after Amanda had shown Kimmie her new thong and then let Kimmie try it on after removing her own undies. Amanda had been able to grab her own panties and was in the process of pulling them up, while poor Kimmie was caught with the thong tightly pressed against her pussy, her own panties on the floor beside her, not knowing what to do as she felt her mother’s astonished eyes staring at her. She froze, tears coming to her eyes as she waited for the inevitable scolding she knew was about to come. But to everyone’s surprise, Lynne burst into laughter as she took in the scene before us. She quickly moved over to her daughter and hugged her telling her it was okay, she wasn’t in trouble. She then stood back a little, glancing down at Amanda’s thong hugging her so obvious cameltoe and looked back up at the surprised Kimmie saying, “It looks good on you sweetie. Maybe we should ask Gloria to do one for you, too.”

Collective sighs of relief spread around the room as what looked like could have been an explosive moment dissipated rapidly. “I thought you’d be so mad at me Mommy,” Kimmie said, hugging her mother tightly. We all watched this tender moment and a few gasps escaped the even more surprised onlookers as Lynne’s hand slowly slipped down her daughters back and gently cupped her naked butt, squeezing it lovingly as she kissed her first on the tip of her nose and then on her lips.

Pulling back a little from the now even more surprised Kimmie, she confessed, “I haven’t really been honest with you all these years, sweetheart. I’ve been fighting my own feelings, but seeing Gloria again,” and she nodded over to me, “I realize I just need to be myself. You see, Gloria’s mom and I used to be really good friends; well, more than friends,” and here she actually blushed, “but when Gloria burst in on us one day after she came home from school, I felt so guilty and rushed away and never saw her mom again. Then when I heard she died it really broke me up, and stupidly I thought it was punishment for me because of the way I had felt about her. And on top of that, my sister being the way she is and the way your dad looked down on her – well, it all affected me so much that I tried to reject my own feelings and also did all I could to keep you and Sylvia apart, afraid that she would corrupt you, and,” she giggled, “I guess I failed at that too, didn’t I?” she added, looking over at her younger sister.

As Kimmie gazed up at her mother, a big smile on her face, Amanda couldn’t hold her tongue any longer. “So,” she said, hands on her hips, her panties still at half mast, wondering if she was going to get her thong back from Kimmie, “you don’t mind if me and Kimmie are girlfriends then?”

Lynne looked over at her, smiling broadly. “Of course I don’t, sweetie.” And she took hold of Kimmie’s hand and led her over to Amanda, sneaking a quick look at the young girl’s adorable pussy. “Here, I give you my daughter as a gift from me. Just make sure you look after her and never hurt her.” And in front of us all the two girls hugged, then kissed as they quickly shuffled over to Amanda’s bed where they stretched out together, Kimmie sliding Amanda’s panties off all the way as she spread her own legs to allow Amanda’s hand to pull aside the silky material of the newly acquired thong and, in front of us all, slip her fingers inside her new girlfriend’s rapidly moistening pussy. What followed was a delicious display of two young girls deeply in love, inspiring us adults to give way to our own rapidly arousing desires.

Needless to say, the rest of the afternoon passed by in an almost frenzy of activity, which included me getting to know my mother’s old girlfriend much more intimately, (mmmm this is for you, Mom) as Sylvia and Kayla alternated between watching us, watching Amanda and Kimmie, and enjoying one of the hottest moments of their lives together.

And just in case you are wondering, and I’m sure you are, as the afternoon wore on, the pairings evolved into three or more of us together at the same time, which became a little complex but we managed. And how we managed!

And, yes, that cute little butt in those tight, bright, yellow shorts that started this whole tale in the mall in the first place, did eventually find itself in my competent hands. It was a dream come true. Spreading those firm, round, smooth cheeks and sliding my tongue slowly up and down in between, then dipping it into her delightfully musky rosebud, made everything that occurred over the past week worthwhile.

And when the one person I had yet to meet, the nurse Susan from the hospital, rang the doorbell as we were pausing from our activities to catch our breath, and told Kayla that her schedule had changed and that she took a chance in coming over now instead of Sunday….well, I’ll leave it to your fertile imaginations to picture the rest of the evening. If I remember, we did get around to eating much later on. Food, that is! Giggle.