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My Family, Friends, and Sex – Chapter 5

  • Posted on April 22, 2017 at 5:11 pm

By Purple Les

I held Mary’s hand as we ran up the stairs to my bedroom. I had put on the stairway light. When we were in my room, I didn’t turn on any other light.

I told Mary to get in my bed under the covers with me and I would show her something real cool. Once we were in my bed, I lifted up the sheet and moved my fingers up and down it. Flashes of electricity seemed to come out of my fingers.

“Cool,” Mary said, “like a little lightning storm!”

“Yeah, I love to do that, it gets so dry from the cold that everything I touch around the house shocks me. I like the way it looks.”

We did that for a while, watching the sparks on the bed sheet, till the static electricity wore down. Then I turned on my bedside lamp.

We just lay there under the covers. Mary looked at the comic books and stuff on my headboard.

“Why do you have this old Boy Scout book, Katy?” Mary started to flip through it.

“I got it at a garage sale. It’s great! It has how to tie knots and track animals. There’s all kinds of cool things in it.”

“It’s old. Says here 1965. I bet most of it’s outdated.”

“I bet you it’s not. Knots and animal footprints never change.”

Mary didn’t say anything to that, just kept looking through the book. Then after a while she said, “When you said you’d show me something cool under the covers…” then she stopped.

“What?” I asked.

Mary laughed, “I thought for a second you were going to pull down your pants or something.” Mary was a half year older than me, making her ten already. Sometimes she thought that made her the mature one. Well maybe it did. Sometimes she talked almost like a grownup.

I rolled my eyes, “Oh?! I’d bet you’d like that, you perv.”

“Well, I saw how you were looking at my sister, so who’s the perv here?”

“How could I not look? You stripped her bare naked right in front of me.”

“So… did you like seeing her naked?”

“Um, well I guess I didn’t mind. Sorry, I just never saw a kid like her all naked. I kind of wish I had a little sister.”

“How come? They can be a pain sometimes.”

“Yeah, I guess, but I think it would be fun sometimes. That’s all. I mean you always have someone to play with.”

“Ha, you don’t fool me, Katy. You’d want a sister so you could take all her clothes off like I did with Lucy. I don’t blame you, though. It’s fun getting her naked whenever I want to.”

“You really do that? Get her naked when you want to?”

“Well I have to be careful we don’t get caught. Most times Mom and Dad send us up to our room from like six or seven till ten o’clock while they work downstairs in the restaurant. So I know they won’t bother us. They think we get ready for bed and that I do homework. But you can’t ever tell anyone this, Katy.”

“Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye.” Then I made an X over my chest with my finger and waited excitedly for whatever Mary was about to tell me. It seemed like it was going to be dirty. I hoped it would be anyway. “So what do you do?” I asked.

“Okay, we kiss, and stuff.”

“What kind of stuff? Tell me!”

Mary sighed. “You’re such a child, Katy. I told you too much already.”

“You didn’t tell me anything except you kiss Lucy. I want to know what else you do.”

“You are the perv,” she said, giggling.

I told Mary I hated her and punched her arm, but not hard.

“Oh! So that’s the way it is huh, perv?”  She laughed and started to tickle me. I begged her to stop. I am super ticklish.

“Please stop! Please!” I could barley talk I was laughing so hard.

“Okay, I’ll stop,” she said, still tickling me. “After you say you’re a big stupid perv.”

“I’m a big stupid perv! Stop!”

Mary stopped, but kept a hand near my ribs, “Now say, ‘I’m a perv who likes seeing girls naked.’ Come on! Say it or you’ll get more tickles.”

I was still catching my breath.

“Okay, just don’t tickle me no more, promise?”

“Say it.”

“Okay, ‘it’.”

“No the other thing, silly, or I swear I’ll tickle you till you wet your pants like that time last summer.”

I think she meant it too. I had wet my pants that time, but she didn’t mean for me to do that. It just happened ’cause I laughed so hard.

“Okay, I’m a perv, and well, I did like seeing your sister naked.”

Then we were quiet for awhile. I was thinking about seeing Mary undress her sister and wondered what went on in their bedroom. Mary was still thumbing through the Boy Scout book.

Mary started to laugh at something she saw in there and said, “No way!”

“What?”

“Listen to this, Katy! ‘If you are in a situation where the temperature drops dramatically and you are in danger of hypothermia..”

“What’s hypo-thermo?”

“Hypothermia, you moron! That’s where you freeze to death. Like here in your stupid bedroom,” she said before continuing her reading from the boy scout book. “Listen! ‘ ..in danger of hypothermia. The best way to keep warm with your partner is to..'” Mary gave me a look like listen to this you won’t believe it .

“Get this Katy, ‘..to keep warm with your partner is to put one of your sleeping bags inside the other. Then remove all clothing.'” Mary put a special emphasis on ‘remove all  clothing’ before continuing. “‘Stuff all your clothes between the two sleeping bags for insulation. Then get inside the inner sleeping bag together for body warmth. This should keep you warm till the weather changes or help arrives.’ Wow, can you imagine doing that? No wonder they always talk about guys rubbing two sticks together to start a fire.” She laughed at that, but I had no idea what she meant.

I said, “I guess so. I mean it would save your lives. I wonder if it really works.”

“Hey, Katy! Let’s try it! You want to?”

“Okay!”

We got out of my bed and ran downstairs. Mom was on the couch and Lucy had her head on Mom’s lap with a blanket over herself. Some Disney movie was on.

We grabbed Mary’s sleeping bag and ran back up stairs. “We’re doing a scientific experiment, Aunt Carol.”  Mary and Lucy call my Mom aunt even though she ain’t.

When we got to my room, we stuffed my sleeping bag inside Mary’s and put them on my bed.

Then we looked at each other. I was mostly thinking that I was finally going to see Mary naked. Mary is my height, 4’7″, and her hair is longer than mine and darker. In fact her hair is almost to her butt, and mine goes to the middle of my back. Also, Mary wears glasses with black rims. I like her eyes. They are a real dark brown. She not only looks smart, she is smart. At the restaurant she can take orders over the phone, and make change and do credit card charges. She helps me a lot with my studying for school, too. Anyway, I was sort of thinking about her and how I’d finally see her naked, and I could feel myself getting excited.

“Okay, we can keep on our stocking caps,” she said. We had put them on when we came upstairs ’cause it was so cold. “But I guess we should take everything else off.”

“Even our underpants?”

“The book says ‘remove ALL clothing’, so yeah, even our panties.”

I said okay and watched Mary take her sweater off. She was really going to undress. So I took off my sweater and watched to see if she was really going to undress more or was fooling me.

Then I watched her take off her long-sleeve purple  turtle neck shirt and her undershirt. Mary is a little heavier than me. She has a little tummy, and it looks like little boobs, but I wasn’t sure if they were real boobs or maybe just sort of baby fat. She didn’t wear a bra yet.

Now that she was topless I knew I liked them whatever they were. Her nipples were dark colored. They reminded of chocolate kisses.

While she stuffed her shirts between the sleeping bags, I took off my plaid flannel shirt, and my Super Girl undershirt. Mary took them from me and stuffed them in the sleeping bags with hers.

Then she undid her jeans and pulled them down. She had on blue cotton panties like I usually wear. I bet her Mom got them at the discount store, just like my Mom did. I bet almost every girl in town maybe had the same kind.

Mary pulled off her panties and stuffed them and her jeans between the sleeping bags. I could feel my heart beating real fast.

I was checking her out. I had really wanted to see her naked for, well, like forever. She didn’t have any hair down there either. Her pussy looked a little different than mine. More, I don’t know, more mature I guess. It looked a lot different than her little sister’s. Lucy’s pussy looked big on her, like she still had to grow into it or something.

Mary’s legs weren’t all skinny like mine either. They didn’t look as long but they were thicker, more shapely I guess.

When Mary stuck her pants and panties in the sleeping bags I got a good look at her behind. I didn’t think it was as nice as mine, but I thought it was real cute anyway, and would not have minded feeling it up. I guess I was kind of hoping that might happen since we were getting naked together and everything.

Mary stood there with her hands on her hips looking at me. She could see I was staring at her pussy.

“Come on, slow poke! It’s cold standing here naked.”

I undid my jeans and pulled them down. I had gotten some new panties from my Aunt Billie for Christmas, and I had never had any like them before.

The ones I had on were satin or something, they were real shiny and had ruffles on them. The ones I had on were bright red, and the other three that she had given me looked just like the ones I had on except they were blue, yellow, and green. I liked my regular panties better, but these were nice and warm.

“Wow, Katy! I like your sexy underpants,” Mary said as I handed her my jeans. I told her they were from my aunt.

“Okay, they look cute on you but take them off now. I’m freezing standing here.” Mary was right. We both had goosebumps all over our skin, and both of us had real hard nipples.

I pulled my panties down and off and I got a real good look at Mary’s pussy and butt as she got on the bed on all fours and stuffed the panties way down the sleeping bag. I even saw her butt hole. I liked that. Sammie’s butt hole had looked pink, but Mary’s looked like milk chocolate like her tits. I wasn’t sure about my Mom’s ’cause I had only seen her from far away under the Christmas tree lights.

Then Mary got inside the sleeping bag. She put her glasses on one of the shelves of my headboard. Well, she for sure got a real good look at my pussy as I squeezed in next to her since I had to move right by her face on my way into the sleeping bag.

We wiggled around and ended up back to back. Our bare butts were touching, and she rubbed hers on mine and said, “We’re dancing cheek to cheek.” Then she laughed. I didn’t get the joke. Mary says a lot of stuff I don’t understand. Most times I don’t ask her ’cause I don’t want her to think I’m even more stupid than she probably already thinks I am. I did like the way our behinds touching felt though.

Then she turned over so she was facing my back. Her hands touched me and I shrieked ’cause they were like ice.

“Sorry, Katy, I’m still freezing!”

“Well, um if you want to Mary, you can put your hands with mine between my thighs to warm them up.”

She did, “Oh my gosh, Mary, this is like having a snowman in bed!”

Her hands felt real cold at first, but then after we lay there awhile we started getting warm.

“Hey, Katy, um did you ever have another girl play with you down there? I have. It’s really fun.”

“Well it’s funny you asked, ’cause I did. Just this week for the first time.”

“Really!? That’s cool! Did you like it? Who was it?”

So I told Mary all about me and my cousin Sammie. Mary was very impressed we had played with each other. She has meet Sammie and thought she was cool, and liked that I had done it with a teenager.

“We did something else, too. Well I did, she didn’t get a chance to do it back to me, but she was going to.”

“What? Come on, Katy, please tell me! If you tell me, I’ll tell you who I play with, okay?”

“Okay, I licked my cousin’s pussy.”

Mary started to breathe kind of hard and her eyes opened wide as she stared at me.

“Wow! Cool! I’m not making this up just because you said you did that, but I’ve done that too. Um, I was thinking. If you want I could play with yours while I tell you who I do that with, okay?”

Well my best friend just offered to rub me off, while she told me a dirty secret. Except for having sex with my cousin, and seeing my cousin having sex with my Mom, this was the coolest thing ever to happen to me. So I said yes and tried to sound cool about it, but I don’t think I did.

Mary moved her hands out from between my legs. She put her right hand over my tits and then my tummy and moved up in the sleeping bag a little bit. She moved her hand down over my pussy. Her hand was very warm now. She bent her head down to my ear.

“You ever put your finger up inside yourself, Katy? Wow your thing is all sticky already!”

“Uh, yeah I do that sometimes. I guess I’m pretty horny. It gets that way when I am.”

Mary was moving a finger up and down my slit now. Then after doing that awhile, she put a finger inside my pussy real slow.

Then when her finger was in me. She moved her hand on my pussy, and her palm was against the bump at the top of my slit. She was moving her finger in me and her hand against me. It felt great.

“This is the way I do it to myself. Do you like it? I can do it different if you want.”

“No, I like it,” I said. “You can keep doing it just like you are. It feels real good.”  I liked that she was playing with mine just like she did her own.

“So, if you didn’t guess already the girl I rub with and lick is my sister.” I think I may have started moving myself against Mary’s hand when she said that. I had sort of guessed, but hearing her say it made me even hotter.

“I guess Lucy was four when I started to kiss her sexy like, when we were alone. She liked it. So we had lots of fun. She liked to watch me play with myself after we kissed. She started doing it too after watching me a few times, playing with herself I mean. Last summer we started playing with each other’s, and kissing while we did it sometimes too. She liked me kissing her thing, and once I got good at it, I taught her how to lick mine.”

Mary was rubbing me faster now, I was pressing my butt against her now too. I was thinking about Mary and Lucy naked together kissing and rubbing each other.

“What’s Lucy taste like?”

“Real good, like licking a candy bar but better.”

“Mary, I’m gonna come!”

She started to rub me faster and I was moving myself against her more, and then I had a real big come.

I felt so good and I started to relax, but Mary was still moving her finger in me and now her other hand was rubbing my butt. Then all of a sudden I had another come. It just happened without any warning at all, and it was even bigger than the first one. I pulled her hand off my pussy, and her finger came out of me like in slow motion. She moved her hand up and down my leg to wipe my goo off her.

“Wow, Katy! I wish we had done this years ago. I didn’t know you were so sexy. I didn’t think you would ever do anything like this.”

“Ever since we met in the first grade I wanted to see you naked. I never thought you’d do anything like this either.”

We laughed, but I think we were both really a little sad that we hadn’t messed around before this.

“You like the way I look?” she said. “I think you’re hotter. I love your ass.”

“I love the way you look,” I said.

“You want to rub mine now? Please.”

“Okay!”

We changed places so I was behind Mary and I could reach my right hand down to her pussy.

Mary was like my cousin though and she put her hand over mine till it was how she wanted it. Now it was like really hot in the sleeping bag. I stopped rubbing her pussy and said, “Would it be okay if I licked yours?”

Mary just laughed, “Yeah, sure. It’s okay if you want to.”

We got out of the sleeping bag but it was like going outside naked. We put the sleeping bag over us to stay warm, and I started to lick Mary.

It was cool to be seeing a pussy on a girl who was the same age as me almost. I mean I liked seeing Sammie’s pussy, and my Mom’s, but it was way cool to see one that was more like mine than a grownup’s.

I guess I took a long time just sort of looking at it and touching it a little ’cause Mary said, “Come on! Don’t wait all night. If you don’t want to lick it, you don’t have to, but at least come rub it some more if you don’t want to lick it.”

So I started the ABC’s on her. Well, I think by ‘G’ she had a real good come. In fact, I know she did ’cause she told me to stop. She didn’t want to kiss me afterward, either. I liked that Sammie kissed me after she came on my face, and I felt a little sorry that Mary didn’t want to.

We lay there till we started to get cold. She looked at my clock radio.

“Holy cow, Katy! It’s 10:45 already!” We got our clothes out from between the sleeping bags. We really liked looking at each other bare naked. But it was too cold, and we didn’t have time to stay that way.

We got dressed and took our sleeping bags downstairs and took turns in the bathroom before going in the living room.

Mom was watching the funny late-night guys, switching channels back and forth, and we didn’t see Lucy.

“I thought you two had fallen asleep hours ago. How did your experiment go?”

I said, “Real good,” and me and Mary couldn’t help but laugh.

Mom looked at us kind of funny and smiled. I wondered if she knew what we’d done in my bedroom. Then she said, “So did you two decide to sleep down here then?”

“Yes, Aunt Carol. Katy’s room is too cold for me, plus we can watch TV here in the living room.”

We were putting out our sleeping bags, and Mom said she would show us a trick with the bags if we wanted. We looked at each other and said okay.

Mom unzipped both our bags all the way then zipped them back up together so it was like one giant sleeping bag.

“There. Now if you girls want to you can sleep together.”

Me and Mary were both like “Cool” and we asked if we could sleep with all our clothes on. Mom didn’t know why we would want to, but she said it was okay.

We did take off our sweaters ’cause downstairs in the living room and in the sleeping bag we were pretty warm.

We had snacks and watched TV and  we saw the ball drop in Times Square in NYC. We all said, “Happy New Year!” and Mom gave us both a kiss. We asked if we could stay up and watch more TV till it was midnight here in Minnesota. Mom said we could on two conditions.

First, we had to be quiet. Mom had Lucy sleeping in her room and didn’t want us to wake her up.

The other condition was we had to stay in or on the sleeping bags, except to go to the bathroom.

We promised to be quiet and stay in the sleeping bag. Mom unplugged the Christmas tree lights and the manger lights, then handed me the TV remote.

She kissed me and Mary on the head and said, “One New Year’s is enough for me. Don’t forget to be quiet. Good night. See you next year.” She went to the bathroom then to her bedroom and shut the door.

We watched a local station and saw our New Year happen. We kissed again and wished each other Happy New Year.We watched some more TV, but we still didn’t feel sleepy.

“You think your mom’s asleep now?”

I listened, I could hear that snore sound Mom makes.

“Yeah, I’m sure she’s asleep.”

“Does she sleep pretty sound?”

“Yeah, she’s hard to wake up.”

“Yeah, Lucy sleeps real sound too.”

“So?”

“So I was thinking we could kiss some more. If you feel like it.”

“I guess I do if you do.”

So we started kissing, and feeling each other’s behinds too.

We had kind of rolled back and forth on each other, and now I was lying on top of Mary. She put her hand up under my shirts and was feeling my bare back, and her other hand was sort of trying to get under my jeans, but it was over my panties.

After awhile I said to Mary, “Um, you want to get naked again?”

“Yeah! Get up on your knees, Katy.”

I did and Mary unbuttoned my shirt and took it off.

She had me lift my arms up and pulled my Super Girl t-shirt over my head and off. She took a long look at my chest and then played with my tiny hard nipples.

Mary moved in and kissed me. We French kissed and she moved one hand up and down my back and squeezed my butt with her other hand. I squeezed her butt too with both my hands.  Then she sat down while I stayed  there on my knees.

The only light was from the TV and a night light in the hall near the bathroom. Mary found a station on TV that was just a blank screen but all blue. She left it there and it made us look blue. We could see each other pretty good.

“Stand up and take off your pants,” Mary said.

I stood up. My zipper was already down, so I unbuttoned the top and pulled my jeans down and stepped out of them.

“Now take off your panties. Real slow.”

I put my fingers on the waistband and pulled them down till just my slit was still covered. I waited a couple seconds and then pushed them down to the top of my thighs. Then I let them fall around my ankles and stepped out of them. After that, I took off my socks too.

“Spread your legs apart more.”

I did. I liked the way Mary was telling me what to do for her. I liked that she liked looking at me naked. It was making me awful horny.

“Now turn your back to me. Keep your legs spread like that and touch your toes.”

I did. I could see Mary upside down now and she had her hand in her lap.

“Okay, you can stand up now.”

I did, and faced her with my legs still spread some.

Mary had her legs out straight on the sleeping bag and was sitting up sort of lying back some on her elbows.

“Now stand over me so your feet are on either side of my hips.”

I did, and her eyes were staring right at my pussy. I guess that must have been pretty close to how I saw Sammie’s pussy the night she stood over my face.

“Let me see you play with yourself now.”

She didn’t have to ask me twice. I couldn’t wait to rub myself. I was getting into it pretty fast. It felt so cool doing it in front of my best friend, like I had sometimes thought about doing but didn’t think would ever really happen. Yet here I was doing it for real now. I was in another world. A kind of place where I could do dirty things and it was okay ’cause my friend was thinking just like me.

“Okay! Stop! Now get down on your knees and take my shirts off.”

Mary raised her arms over her head. I took her glasses off and put them safe on the coffee table. Then I grabbed the bottom of her shirts and pulled them both off over her head. I started to feel her tiny boobies and nipples. I kissed her tits real gentle and when one tit was real wet I’d play with it while I kissed the other tit. I went back and forth like that a long time.

Mary lay down on her back. “Take the rest of my clothes off now.”

I moved down so my knees were on the outside of her knees, and I undid her jeans. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her jeans and panties and she lifted her hips so I could yank them down some. They were off her butt now though they still covered her front.

She was so pretty. I gave another hard yank and they came down to the middle of her thighs. Now I could see her pussy real good. It looked a lot like mine, except it looked sort of like someone had chewed bubble gum and then put it on her pussy, but it was her pussy, not gum. I could see it was shiny and of course everything looked mostly blue.

I pulled her jeans and panties off the rest of the way, and then her socks. We were both bare naked now.

“This is cool, Katy. We haven’t seen each other naked since last year.” Then Mary laughed, and I did too.

“Turn over Mary, I want to see your behind.”

She did.

“If you want to feel my behind up, it’s okay,” she said.

I did, and I kissed it all over too. Then she turned over on her back again.

“Now what?” she asked.

I lay down on top of her and we kissed more. She felt my bare ass up. We lay on our sides kissing, and we started rubbing our pussies on each other’s thighs and grabbing each other’s ass.

We started to play with each other. Our fingers exploring each other’s pussy. It was the coolest feeling. Like playing with yourself, but not. I loved touching her inside, and her finger in me was so good.

“Katy, I want to see you do it. Let’s watch each other, okay? Please?!”

“Okay.”

We both got on our knees kind of sitting back with our butts on the heels of our feet and our legs spread. We watched each other masturbate.

I came first but Mary was just a couple seconds behind me. We got inside the sleeping bag and just held each other for a real long time.

We took turns going to the bathroom. I went first. When Mary came back her hands and feet were cold, ’cause we both stayed naked.

I turned off the TV, and we snuggled together holding hands and fell asleep.

Continue on to Chapter 6

 

Indian Summer

  • Posted on April 22, 2017 at 12:03 pm

By Amanda

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

Pariyat sat back laughing, watching the smoke rise from the extinguished candles on the cake as everyone clapped and cheered. Today was the girl’s tenth birthday.

Her mother kissed her on the cheek before cutting her the first slice. “Hoppy Burrtday, Pariyat,” said the woman in her heavy Indian accent.

Lindsey smiled. She loved hearing the way Chahna, Pariyat’s mother, rolled her R’s.

Chahna had fled her husband in Kolkata, coming to the United States in hopes of a better life. She was a lesbian, and in her homeland such things were simply not acceptable. She had brought with her a lovely four-year-old daughter and a Bachelor’s degree in computer science, allowing her to find work and make a decent living for her child and herself.

Two years after coming to America, Chahna met Lindsey, a redheaded girl with lovely green eyes and porcelain white skin. One of Chahna’s favorite features of her American lover was her slight pooch belly. She liked how it felt when she kissed it.

Chahna left her daughter and the child’s many friends in the dining room to eat cake and laugh and generally have fun.

Lindsey followed her girlfriend into the kitchen. “She really seems to be having fun,” said Lindsey.

“I like the traditions here. Lots of enjoyment for the little ones.” Chahna dropped the cake knife in the sink and turned on the water. “Have you thought about what we spoke of last week?”

“Yeah.”

Lindsey sat down at the small kitchen table and ran her hands through her hair. Chahna had known about her secrets for years now and had never seemed troubled by them. “But how do you know she’s even…”

“Gay?” Chahna asked.

The word sounded strange coming from her. She said it so rarely. “A mother knows these things,” Chahna smiled as she turned from the sink. She walked across the room to sit with her lover. “Silly, she has told me so.”

“When?” Lindsey asked. She and Pariyat had a good relationship, and the girl had never mentioned it to her.

“You will have to ask Pariyat yourself. She is not one to say too much.”

“You asked her if she was gay?”

“No. I asked her if she wished to get married. She told me she would if she ever met the right girl.” Chahna laughed to herself. “I told her she could marry a boy if she wanted and she told me that I was being gross.” Chahna looked at her girlfriend for a moment. “Gross is bad, right?”

Lindsey smiled and nodded, then said, “I don’t know, though. She’s still very young.”

Chahna put her hand on Lindsey’s. “I knew when I was much younger than she. And I know about you, so why do you argue?”

“Well, Pariyat has never given me a reason to think she’d be okay with it.”

“I am giving you my daughter. I trust you not to hurt her. And I know what you really dream of when we are together.”

“I don’t…” Lindsey began.

“But you do, I know this. And I do not mind. I love you and I know you love me, so it does not hurt me.” Chahna sat back in her seat. “Tonight, that will be my gift to you both.”

* * *

The rest of the long summer day went by slowly. Lindsey was becoming more nervous with every passing hour. What she was being offered both excited and terrified her. All of her life Lindsey had known that she was attracted to little girls. She’d thought that she probably would live a rather reclusive life, ending up a lonely old spinster with a hundred cats. Then she met Chahna. The Indian woman and her wonderful daughter had brought new breath into her life. She had fallen for them both almost right away.

Now, four years later, Chahna was asking her for something both terrible and wonderful. Chahna wanted Lindsey to introduce her beautiful daughter to the wonders of lesbian love.

Lindsey’s belly tightened when she heard the water in the bathroom come on. Pariyat was taking her bath and would be ready for bed very soon. Trying to work up her nerve, she walked up the stairs to the second floor of the small house and around a corner to the bathroom. The door was closed. She knocked softly before opening it and stepping in.

“Hey, Jelly Bean,” she said, smiling down at the girl whom she thought of as her stepdaughter.

“Hi, Lindsey,” Pariyat beamed. The little girl was very fond of her mother’s lover. The two had become fast friends almost from the moment they met. She picked up a handful of bubbles and playfully blew them at Lindsey as the woman sat down on the floor next to the tub.

Lindsey being in the bathroom while Pariyat bathed was not unusual. It was a guilty pleasure she often indulged. She had begun developing a real crush on Pariyat about a year earlier. It was the child’s beautiful budding womanhood: the tiny lumps that just hinted of the breasts to come, and the slight curve of her hips. Pariyat looked almost exactly like her mother, something that made it even easier to fall in love with her.

“Your momma and I had an interesting conversation today.”

Pariyat look up at Lindsey but didn’t say anything.

“We talked about you.”

The girl’s deep dark eyes widened slightly. “I’m not in trouble, am I?” she asked.

“No sweetie, of course not.” Lindsey reached into the tub. The water was hot, not just warm but hot. “Your mother seems to think you’re a lesbian. Are you?”

The question was so to the point that it almost surprised Lindsey when she asked it. She had not expected this to flow out so easily, but Chahna had made it seem like all she needed to do was ask.

Pariyat looked down at the bubbles shyly and shrugged. “I like a girl,” she said quietly. “And… I want to marry that girl when I grow up.”

“Oh?” Lindsey tried to sound nonchalant. “Is the girl you like someone from your school?”

“No. Well, one a little bit. But I already know who I’m going to marry.”

“Who?”

Pariyat blushed. Her dark skin normally hid that, but she blushed enough so her cheeks darkened and she looked away. “I can’t tell you,” she said. “It was my birthday wish.”

“Ah, well you’re right. You better not tell me then,” Lindsey said playfully.

Pariyat washed her hair, then pulled the plug in the tub. She sat in the water playing with the bubbles until the tub was completely drained. With the water gone she stood up, and Lindsey wrapped a towel around her, rubbing her arms and tummy dry. She kissed the girl on the nose and chin, then patted her behind as she stepped out of the tub.

“I have to brush my hair,” said Pariyat.

Lindsey smiled. She loved the girl’s long straight black hair. It reached down to just above her butt, and she kept it quite well. It did not hurt that every night before she went to bed her mother plaited it into two long braids. They walked downstairs so Chahna could do that.

With her hair done and in her pajamas — which consisted of one of Lindsey’s old t-shirts and a pair of boy’s boxers — Pariyat kissed them goodnight, then went back upstairs to her room. Lindsey lay quietly on the couch, her head in Chahna’s lap.

“I do not want you to have to wake her, so you’d better hurry,” the older woman urged.

“You’re pushing me?” Lindsey asked, not at all used to feeling pressure from her lover.

“If I do not, you will not go.”

Chahna coaxed Lindsey to a sitting position. “I love my daughter with all of my being. I want only the best for her. I know you will never hurt her or force her. I trust you with my most beloved Pariyat. I can think of no one better to be her first lover than you.”

She paused, waiting to see if Lindsey would say anything. “And you, I know you are a lover of children. I have seen what you read on the computer. I have seen how you look at girls, at Pariyat. I know you will be the gentle lover with her that you have always been with me.”

Lindsey nodded her head slowly. She considered what Chahna had said. She did love Pariyat very much, and this would be the realization of a fantasy she had entertained many times.

The young redhead walked slowly upstairs, then into Pariyat’s room. She found the child sitting on her bed with her feet dangling over the edge. In her arms she held a teddy bear, hugging it close to her body.

Lindsey pushed the door shut and crossed the room to kneel in front of the girl. “Did you have a good birthday?”

“Yes, very much. I got everything I wanted,” she said with a beaming smile.

Lindsey tried to make small talk, but she could not think of anything to say. She had never found herself at a loss for words with a potential lover, but this was unlike any situation she had ever experienced. “So, um, this girl you said you like… um, is she…”

“It’s okay,” Pariyat said quietly. She tangled her fingers in Lindsey’s hair, pulling her closer. “Momma told me you would be coming to me tonight.”

Lindsey looked puzzled for a moment. Chahna worked more hours than she did. She could even be called the breadwinner. When did she find time to have these conversations with her daughter?

“She did?” Lindsey moved to sit on the bed next to Pariyat. “What else did she tell you?”

“That I should not be afraid. That you would not hurt me.”

“Are you? Afraid, I mean?”

“A little.”

“Would you rather we did not do anything?” Lindsey pushed at the bangs Chahna had left hanging free to frame the child’s lovely face. “You know she doesn’t want you to do anything you don’t want to.”

“I know, she told me that already.” Pariyat turned on the bed, folding a leg under herself. “I don’t know what to do, though. You have to teach me.”

She looked bashfully up at the woman. Lindsey’s heart went out to the girl. She pulled her close, kissing her on the forehead, then wrapped her arms around the child, squeezing tightly. Pariyat returned the hug, even going so far as to set her teddy bear down.

“Maybe we’d both feel a little better if we turned the lights off,” Lindsey suggested.

Pariyat was visibly relieved. She was not usually shy about her body, much to her mother’s embarrassment, but tonight she seemed self-conscious.

The woman got up from the bed and flipped the light switch off. She paused with her hand on the wall, partly to let her eyes adjust, and partly to collect herself. Even through her uncertainty, she was feeling the heat within her building.

“Have you and your friends ever played, you know, sexy games?” Lindsey asked as she sat on the bed again.

“Sort of,” Pariyat giggled. “Me and Jenny sometimes kiss. Once I even kissed her — down there.”

Lindsey smiled to herself. With a deep breath she reached out and took the girl’s hand, gently laying her down, head on the pillow. “Now, sweetie, you’re safe with me. All you have to do is say stop and I will.” Lindsey almost hoped she would tell her to stop right there, but she did not.

“Teach me what you do with Momma,” said Pariyat. After a moment, she added, “Are you scared about it?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Me too,” Pariyat confessed. “But um, maybe if you pretended that I’m Momma it’d be easier.”

Lindsey almost cried. The child was so sweet. How could she ever be deserving of such a dear lover? “No, I don’t want to pretend you’re someone else. I love you, Pariyat. I think it will be nice to be with you like this.”

“I love you too,” Pariyat whispered.

Lindsey leaned down and kissed the girl’s soft, full lips. She pinched the bottom lip between her own and sucked on it for a moment before breaking the kiss.

“Is that how you kiss Momma?” Pariyat asked.

“Shhh.” Lindsey placed a finger on the child’s lips, quieting her. Then she pulled Pariyat up to a sitting position, spreading the girl’s thin legs apart. She moved close, wrapping her own legs around her young lover.

Lindsey leaned in, kissing the girl softly on the mouth, hands on her narrow waist. She was almost shocked by how small the girl felt in her grasp, so slim and tiny, as she slid her palms up and down along the child’s body.

Pariyat closed her eyes and sighed when Lindsey’s hands found her breast buds and the woman teased her pointed nipples with her thumbs through her shirt.

“I love you, Lindsey,” Pariyat whispered around her quickening breath.

In reply, Lindsey leaned in once more to kiss the moist, parted lips, just pushing her tongue into the girl’s mouth. She withdrew it quickly, so as not to give her too much too soon.

Lindsey coaxed Pariyat’s shirt up over her head, then pulled her own shirt off, dropping it to the floor. She reached up and unclasped her front-hook bra, allowing it to fall away and expose her 32-B chest.

Even in the darkened room, Pariyat could clearly make out the woman’s boobs. She really wanted to touch them, but was afraid to reach out. Her fears quickly melted away as Lindsey took her hands in her own and lifted them up to cup the sides of her breasts. Pariyat was fascinated by the feel of the woman’s soft, warm boobs in her hands. She was so engrossed that she almost did not notice Lindsey’s fingers again teasing her nipples.

Pariyat slowly moved her small hands, rubbing her thumbs over the tips of the woman’s erect nipples. Lindsey drew a long breath, moaning softly as she exhaled. Her nipples were very sensitive. They seemed to run a direct route to her clit before heading to her brain.

“Momma says that in our country girls used to learn the Kama Sutra from the time they were nine,” said Pariyat.

“Did your mother tell you what that was, the Kama Sutra?”

“She said it was a book that taught women how to please men.” Pariyat paused in her fondling of Lindsey’s nipples. “She said it taught women how to make love.”

“Well then you probably know more about it than I do, Jelly Bean.”

Lindsey kissed the child again. “Are you ready?” she asked.

“For what?”

Without an answer, Lindsey pushed the girl back on the bed. After quickly removing her own shorts and panties, she reached down and took the elastic of Pariyat’s boxer shorts, pulling gently on them. She drew the shorts down the girl’s legs and off, then tossed them playfully over her shoulder.

Now all that stood before Lindsey and a dream she had dared not hope could ever come true was a thin layer of cotton covered in small flowers. She held still, taking a deep breath.

Pariyat shifted nervously on the bed. “What’s wrong?” she asked, sounding very afraid. The girl covered her nearly flat chest with her arms and swallowed hard.

“Nothing,” Lindsey smiled. “You’re just so beautiful.”

The woman wanted to drink in all of the moment. She wanted to capture it and lock it away to relive over and over. She wanted to memorize every smell, every sight, and the feeling of every nerve in her body. After another long, deep breath, Lindsey leaned down and slowly began to place kisses on Pariyat’s tummy, her chest, her nipples, her belly button. She was drawing out the experience, reveling in it.

Finally, unable to resist any longer, Lindsey tugged at the panties the little girl wore. Pariyat lifted her bottom and Lindsey pulled the last of her clothing off. As the cotton panties fell to the floor, Lindsey’s inhibitions fell away. All she could feel was her love for the child. She wanted to do everything she could to earn Chahna’s trust, and to be deserving of Pariyat.

Starting again at her chest, Lindsey made her way down the girl’s body, softly kissing. She slowed as her chin brushed the child’s hairless mound. She could smell Pariyat’s excitement. It drove her. She hardly needed to gather her will to slide her tongue down Pariyat’s slit. The ten-year-old child’s folds, her clit, all felt so small and so wonderful. Lindsey felt so at home, she felt that everything was just exactly as it should be.

The woman pushed her tongue into the little girl and the child reacted with a sharp breath. “Do you like that?” Lindsey asked.

“Oh yes,” Pariyat moaned. “It feels so — special.”

Lindsey eased her finger into the child as she ran her tongue up to Pariyat’s clit. She could feel the girl’s legs tense on either side of her and could not help but smile. “I love you Jelly Bean,” she whispered.

Pariyat ran her fingers through Lindsey’s hair as the woman manipulated her clit. Soft little moans escaped her lips in rhythm with the in and out motions of Lindsey’s finger.

Pariyat’s breath soon began coming quicker and shorter, coaxing Lindsey to move faster, to suck harder on the girl’s clit. The child’s little fingers clenched hard in Lindsey’s hair, and she arched her back, squealing as she did.

Lindsey could give Chahna an orgasm and as that orgasm was subsiding could bring about another almost immediately. It was something she had been able to do with only one other woman. She wondered to herself if her lover’s daughter would respond the same way.

The woman released some of the pressure she was putting on the child’s clit. She pushed her finger in deeply, bringing the girl to the absolute pinnacle of her orgasm. As Pariyat’s breathing began to slow, Lindsey started pushing her finger in and out of the child, slowly at first but then growing faster. At the same time she sucked girl’s clit into her mouth and brushed her tongue across it. Almost immediately Pariyat squealed, her hands reaching over her head and under the pillow.

Lindsey was not quick enough to catch her again, but for their first experience together, twice was not bad. The young redhead rose up to her knees, stroking the girl’s legs.

“I feel so warm,” Pariyat whispered breathlessly.

“Did you enjoy that?”

“Yes, very much,” she said, nodding her head wildly. She pushed herself up onto her elbows. “Is it my turn now?” she asked.

“Do you want it to be?” Lindsey asked.

“I want to do everything you do with Momma.”

Lindsey leaned forward, pulling herself up to lie next to the girl. “Okay. You can do whatever you want, Jelly Bean.”

Pariyat first sucked at Lindsey’s nipples. She was not as skillful as her mother, but it was no less exciting for Lindsey. The girl then began rubbing her belly, while kissing along her sides. Timidly she worked around Lindsey’s lower regions, all the while careful not to touch the woman’s pubic hair.

“I’m scared,” she whispered.

“Sweetie, you don’t have to do this if you’re scared.”

“But I want to.” Pariyat ducked her chin, and if the lights had been on Lindsey would have seen the girl’s cheeks darken with a blush.

With a deep breath, Pariyat moved her hand down to the middle of Lindsey’s belly. Feeling the girl’s hand so close to her aching vagina, the woman was swooning. She could not believe what the little girl was doing to her. She wanted to feel the child’s fingers inside, her tongue, all of her, but she dared not push the girl.

Pariyat found her strength. She slid her hand between Lindsey’s legs and briefly fingered the woman’s moist lips before pulling away, to Lindsey’s desperate whimpers. Then Pariyat began planting kisses all around the woman’s belly, as she remembered Lindsey doing to her.

She thought about everything Lindsey had done, how she’d made her feel. It was hard to figure out. She had never felt anything like that, and was not sure that she could do the same.

Soon Pariyat’s little tongue reached out of her mouth and lapped at Lindsey’s sex. The woman trembled. She knew that it would take almost nothing to send her over the edge.

“It feels good when you put your fingers inside,” Lindsey whispered.

Pariyat silently nodded and pushed two of her fingers slowly up inside Lindsey. The woman moaned loudly, covering her face with her arms. Encouraged by the reaction, the girl worked her fingers in and out of the slippery vagina. She leaned in close, enticed by the scent of Lindsey’s arousal, and pressed her tongue against her clit, rubbing it back and forth quickly.

Whether it was having just tasted her lover’s daughter, or the mere thought of a child touching her, Lindsey did not care. Pariyat’s ministrations did their job and Lindsey cried out, slapping her palms on the mattress. She writhed under the girl’s lovemaking as the most profound orgasm ripped through her.

When it was over, Lindsey relaxed into the bed. Her breath was deep, slowing from the excitement. Pariyat crawled up along the woman’s body and lay next to her. Almost immediately Lindsey leaned over and kissed her juices from the girl’s chin.

“Do you think Momma will let us do this again?” Pariyat murmured sleepily.

Lindsey pulled the girl close, tenderly kissing her, nuzzling and caressing. They dozed quietly for some time before Lindsey heard the door open and light streamed in from the hall.

Chahna walked into the room and knelt next to her lover. Lindsey turned toward the older woman. Chahna leaned down and kissed her softly. She smiled to herself, tasting her daughter on the lips of her girlfriend. “I do not want to disturb you. I simply wanted to say goodnight.”

As her mother left them there, Pariyat stirred and rolled over, snuggling close to Lindsey.

“I wished for you,” the little girl whispered. “When I blew out the candles, I wished that you could be my girlfriend.”

Lindsey felt tears in her eyes. She kissed the child’s head, hugging her gently.

The End