Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Unfastened Belts

As kids, Bo and I sometimes liked to stay overnight in each other’s rooms. One of us would bring her mattress to the other’s room, and after going to bed, we’d stay up for an hour or two making up campfire stories. Sometimes we’d just talk about whatever went through our minds until we dozed off.

But our worlds became pretty different and we stopped doing sleepovers around when I was twelve. I started going through puberty and discovering sexuality while she was still a child. We weren’t as interested in each other’s lives as before, spending more time with friends our own age than with each other. Before, it had been pretty even. I don’t mean to say that we grew distant, not exactly. It wasn’t so much boredom with each other as it was the two of us getting to know other people. That’s what it felt like for me, at least, but I don’t think Bo would have described it very differently.

*****

I think I found her thong around March 2005. We’d recently turned fourteen and eleven. In April, after spring had already teased everyone for a week or two, our area got a cold spell and even some snow around the end of the month. My family turned up the heaters and we got ourselves snuggly and comfy. It was then that Bo suggested that we hadn’t done an overnighter in quite some time, and I agreed that we should have one, looking forward to an evening of giggling, silliness and catching up with each other.

We hauled her mattress, sheets and blankets into my room and put them next to my bed. We got into our pyjamas, brushed our teeth and were eager to go to bed, even though it was a Friday and only about 9pm, much to our parents’ surprise.

We had a nice time talking for an hour or two. Slowly, we got tired and the breaks in our conversation grew a little longer.

Eventually, Bo asked, “Hey, can I crawl in with you and snuggle? It feels like that would be great right now. You know, with the icky weather outside and everything. Plus, Max wasn’t really in the mood for cuddling today, so I’ve been missing out.” Sometimes our cat got moody and didn’t want to be picked up or held.

I laughed, saying, “Sure, crawl on in.”

I could hear Bo’s bed sheets moving in the dark. I made room for her, shuffling toward the wall, and held up the blanket for her to slip underneath. I felt her climb in, and immediately she snuggled up, lying on her side facing me and pressing herself close. I couldn’t help but smile at her sudden, resolute display of affection. I put my arm underneath her neck and held her, lying on my back.

She made strategic use of her position and planted a peck on my cheek, making me laugh again. I was also starting to grow really warm somewhere in my chest. It had been a long time since we’d been this affectionate with each other.

Bo started stroking my hair, and I could tell, even in the dark, that she was smiling contently, because she was so close. I responded by stroking her back with the arm I’d wrapped around her. For whatever reason, the closeness seemed to make it necessary to continue our conversation in a near whisper.

“I’m really happy that you’re my sister, Lisa,” Bo said.

“I’m really happy you’re my sister, too,” I said.

For a while we just lay there stroking each other, and that seemed to be the end of the night’s casual chat. We didn’t fall asleep for some time, however, and every once in awhile, one of us would shift slightly. Bo always stayed on her side and attached herself to me like glue. She kept giving me pecks on the cheek.

At some point, I became aware that aside from just being content with all the sisterly affection and getting cozy in a warm bed on a cold night, it also felt really nice to have my hands full of girl. A cute girl pressing herself to me, sticking as close as possible through my every movement, occasionally stroking my hair or kissing my cheek.

Fuck.

Fuck! Come on Lisa, it’s bad enough that you’re a lesbian, and that you masturbate, and sniff your sister’s panties, but now you’re thinking about Bo this way? Are you that desperate? She’s only eleven!

Some other organ told my brain to shut up for a while and I focused on enjoying all the sensations that I felt while snuggling with my sister. I could smell her hair. It smelled like shampoo and girl. Then there was the way our bodies were touching through the pyjamas we wore… the warmth of her skin, the gentle throb of her heartbeat, the caress of her breathing

Gazing into Bo’s happy face, I continued to stroke her back. She gave me yet another peck on the cheek. I laughed and said, “If I kiss you back, are you going to stop doing that? I wanna sleep.”

Bo said, “Okay.”

I didn’t even know why I’d asked. Maybe it was a defensive reaction because I felt uncomfortable with my sister kissing me, if only on the cheek. Beautiful as it was, it felt wrong — at least, it did as long as I was having these forbidden thoughts about her. Or maybe I wanted to give myself an excuse to kiss her back. Probably both.

I tried to turn on my side to face her, but as I moved away, she clung tightly, moving right along with me, not allowing even an inch of space to get between us. We were both giggling at how determined she was to stay glued to me.

“God’s sake!” I whispered. “You’re crazy, girl!”

She just laughed, refusing to yield in the slightest. Once I managed to turn onto my side, Bo wrapped her arm around me and pressed herself close, so we were chest to chest, belly to belly. She even placed one foot on my ankle. I kissed her on the cheek.

We just held each other, an unspoken challenge between us of who was going to make the first move to go back to a sleeping position. After five minutes or so, it became clear to me that it wasn’t going to be her, so I shuffled around in order to lie on my back. She stubbornly tried to stay stuck to me.

By the time I was done shifting myself around, Bo was half-lying on top of me with one arm draped across my chest, one leg placed over my legs and her head resting on my shoulder. I was way too uncomfortable — or more accurately put, way too comfortable. In fact, I was tingling all over with arousal.

I laughed, mainly to conceal my nervousness, and said, “Bo, I can’t sleep like this. You need to get off me, okay?”

She let out a mock sigh, but did roll onto her side of the bed. After a moment’s silence she said, “Can I still use your arm as a cushion? It feels really nice when you hold me.” I liked it too, so I said yes. Thankfully, I fell asleep pretty quickly.

*****

When I woke up with Bo still resting on my arm, I was determined that this was not going to be the last overnighter we shared that year. Or that month. Or that weekend.

I lay next to Bo, watching her sleep. I enjoyed gazing at her, and it only felt partially inappropriate. I was feeling very sisterly, too — whatever that meant.

Bo woke up not long after I did. Her first sign of waking was a drawn-out sigh as she lazily turned onto her side to face me. She put her head on my shoulder and stretched an arm across my chest.

“You awake?” I asked.

Bo took a few seconds to answer. “Kinda,” she said with a half-frown, eyes still closed. I giggled, but shut up.

We just lay there lazily for a while, not moving much. We weren’t in any hurry to leave the warmth and comfort of the blanket. After some fifteen minutes, Bo said, “I slept reeeally well next to you. Thanks for letting me do that.” She kissed me on the cheek, then scrambled out of bed.

I could get used to those kisses, I thought.

When Bo was out in the open, she looked at me in horror and dove onto her own mattress, kicking around wildly while trying to get herself under the blanket. When she had accomplished that, now completely out of view, she lay on her stomach, shivering.

After a few seconds, we both broke out in laughter.

“Is it that cold?” I asked.

“Come out and see for yourself. While you’re at it, you can turn up the radiator,” she ordered.

I laughed. “You’re closer!”

“Don’t. Care,” she said emphatically.

“You can probably reach it from your mattress!” I said.

For a few seconds, nothing happened. Then I saw her arm slowly extend from beneath the blanket. She almost made it to the dial, but not quite. She let her arm drop to the ground. “Nope,” she said hopelessly.

I let out a mock sigh, got up, padded over to the radiator and turned it up. I walked past Bo back to my bed; then, when I knew she couldn’t see me, hurled myself at her. I jumped so that my limbs landed around her, my torso hovering just above the Bo-shaped lump under the blanket. She shrieked loudly. I let myself drop and pinned her down.

“So you don’t wanna get up, huh?” I growled. She was laughing by now, struggling to get out.

“I do, I do!” she proclaimed, her efforts futile.

“What’s the code word…?” I demanded.

“I don’t know!” she cried, still struggling.

“Then you’re my prisoner.”

She suddenly stopped moving and lay still again. Then, in what she hoped was a surprise move, she gathered all her strength, trying to throw me off, but still no dice.

“Please lemme go!” she wailed.

“That’s not the code word,” I said.

“Wait, I know, I know!” Bo proclaimed. “But I need to whisper it into your ear.”

I put my face down next to hers, and she kissed me on the cheek again.

“That’ll do,” I said, freeing her.

*****

That Saturday night, we got ready for bed in the bathroom. We brushed our teeth together, but gave each other a moment of privacy to undress and put on our pyjamas. I think we started doing that when I was around ten, and I felt awkward about my body changing.

I went upstairs to my room first and got into bed. Then when Bo walked through my room to get to hers, I asked, “Wanna stay overnight again?”

“Sure!” Bo said happily. “I’ll go get the mattress.”

“Well, it’s still cold outside,” I said. “Wanna sleep in my bed again, and help keep me warm?”

“Okay,” she said, smiling. I smiled back, holding up the blanket for her. She crawled on in and immediately snuggled up to me. I played with her hair for a while, then kissed her on the forehead.

“That’s not a proper goodnight kiss,” she said, showing me how it actually worked by kissing me on the cheek. “Goodnight, Lisa.”

I smiled and kissed her back. “Goodnight, Bo.”

*****

The next night was Sunday. We had school the next day, which meant different bedtimes for us, so we ended up sleeping in our own rooms. Bo had a 9PM curfew, while I could stay up till twelve if I wanted to, and I usually did. I’d chat with online friends from the USA, for whom it was only early afternoon, or masturbate to porn. I’d gotten a PC for my birthday, so I didn’t have to use Mom’s anymore, but I had to be quiet when Bo was next door in her room.

The weekend after, I really wanted Bo to sleep in my room again, but I’d already started to be afraid of being found out. I didn’t want Bo to suspect that I had more than just sisterly feelings for her. I thought it might seem suspicious if I wanted to have her sleep over all the time, so I waited for her to ask me instead. She didn’t, and I cursed myself for pussyfooting. She didn’t ask the next two or three weekends either, but then one Friday in May, she sat down on my bed while I was at the computer.

“You wanna sleep over in my room tonight?” Bo said.

“Sure,” I said, trying and probably failing not to sound too giddy about the prospect.

“I know it’s not cold anymore, but you don’t need to bring your mattress if you don’t want to,” she said. Inside I cheered, happy about setting that precedent last time, but stayed cautious.

“Are you sure you want me crammed in there? Your bed’s smaller than mine. And it might get too hot eventually,” I said.

“I don’t think I care. If it gets all sweaty, you can still go get your mattress,” she said.

“Okay,” I said.

When we were ready for bed, I followed Bo to her room. She got into bed first, getting herself comfortable, then held up the blanket for me like I had done for her. She smiled, saying, “Get on in.” I was happy to do just that.

We talked about this and that, stuff that had happened since the last sleepover, swapping quotes from SpongeBob (Bo knew the dialogue from most episodes by heart), et cetera. As our conversation thinned, I lay facing her. I lifted her head to put my arm underneath her neck, and she turned to face me.

We just smiled at each other for a while until Bo gave me a peck on the cheek, then she moved back to smile again. God, I’ve missed those, I thought, and kissed her back.

We went back and forth for a while, with small breaks in between kisses spent smiling at each other. Then she said, “I didn’t think I could ever like you this much.” She was blushing.

“Yeah, same here,” I said.

After she kissed me once more, I gathered up all my courage, thinking, now or never.

I kissed her on the lips. Just a small peck, like those before. Only the destination was different. She gave me a surprised look.

“Hmm?” I asked, pretending that nothing had happened.

“You just kissed me on the lips,” Bo said.

“I guess,” I said.

“But we’re sisters,” she said.

“And?” I said.

“Sisters can’t do that,” she said.

“If you didn’t like it, I won’t do it again,” I said.

“That’s not the point,” she said.

“Hmm?” I asked, playing dumb.

“I liked it, but you’re my sister,” she said.

“I’m your sister, but you liked it,” I replied. She didn’t say anything to that, so I said, “If you liked it, then what’s the harm?” She still didn’t say anything, evidently thinking.

Finally, I said, “I’m sorry,” and gave her another peck on the cheek. “Do you still like me?”

“Of course, silly,” she replied with a smile, and kissed me back on the cheek. She closed her eyes, and that seemed to be the end of that conversation for the night. After a while, she fell asleep.

*****

I woke up the next morning with Bo still in my arms, as usual. I gazed at her beautiful face a few inches from mine and marveled at the sensations of being snuggled up to her, feeling her hair on my skin and the weight of her neck on my arm.

I was incredibly horny.

Bo was still sleeping. I managed to pull my arm out from underneath her without waking her up. I got up, walked into my room and closed the door. I got into my bed, slipped underneath the blanket, put my hand in my pyjamas and masturbated, trying not to make a sound.

After I came, I just lay there with a hand still down my pants, eyes closed with Bo’s image in my mind, wondering what I had gotten myself into.

Some twenty minutes later, Bo walked into my room. I thought that panicked movements might give me away, so I left my hand where it was, hidden by the blanket.

“Morning,” I said, smiling.

“Why did you leave?” Bo inquired.

“I just had to move and stretch a bit… you know, after cuddling all night. Your bed is kinda small for two,” I said. “I didn’t wanna wake you up, so I came over here.” I felt myself blush when I realized the unintended innuendo in what I’d just said, but of course Bo didn’t notice.

“Don’t do that again. I like waking up next to you, that’s part of the fun of sleeping over,” she said.

That’s gonna be pretty hard, I thought, feeling my pussy throb against my palm.

“Okay,” I said. Bo smiled.

“See you downstairs,” she said and left.

The second Bo closed the door, my fingers started moving again.

*****

We were in our own beds the next night when I heard Bo calling from her room.

“Lisa?”

“Yeah?” I replied.

She didn’t say anything else, so I got up and opened the door to her room. Bo was grinning, holding up her blanket. I grinned back, closed the door and crawled into bed with her. She snuggled up to me and our little game started again. Peck on the cheek. Smile at each other. Kiss back. Smile at each other.

I decided to try my luck again. I gave her a peck on the edge of her mouth; not really on the cheek, not really on the lips. She looked a little bemused, but didn’t say anything.

Her next peck went on my forehead. I decided to play, giving her a peck near her ear. She giggled and kissed me on the nose.

My next one was fully on her lips. Just a small peck like all the others, but I went for it decidedly, going for maximum sound effect, too. Smack!

Her eyes widened with surprise. “Lisa!” she gasped.

“Hmm?” I smiled.

“You can’t do that,” she said.

“Why not?” I asked.

“Because we’re sisters.” She said it slowly, as if I had forgotten about our recent conversation and needed to be reminded, like a little child.

“Why are all the other spots okay, but that one isn’t?” I asked — not annoyed, just curious.

That had her thinking. “Only lovers kiss each other on the lips,” she said eventually.

“But you liked it, right?” I asked.

Bo thought about it. “Yes.”

“Then why can’t I kiss you there? Why should only lovers enjoy those?” I asked.

Again, Bo pondered for a moment. “Besides, we’re both girls, right?” she said.

I felt a sting somewhere in my chest. Girls can be lovers, too, I thought. But that wasn’t going to help my case, so instead, I smiled.

“We sure are,” I said. Bo smiled back and gave me a peck on the lips herself.

“Did it hurt?” I teased, grinning at her.

“Shut uuup,” she said, blushing.

I ruffled her hair, and she giggled. We fell asleep soon after.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Girl Lover

“Sweetheart… time to get up…”

Bonnie yawned, stretching her arms out wide, and looked up at the ceiling as the sunlight filtered in through the curtains. It was Tuesday morning.

Her mom left the room as Bonnie continued to lay in bed. She was so tired, and wished she could sleep for a few more hours. Why was she so sleepy this morning? She was never this tired when she woke up… RAVEN! Her eyes snapped open as the events of the night before suddenly came back to her. The sneaking out. The wrestling. The motorcycle ride. The sex.

Bonnie silently breathed out, “Wooow…” Last night was so amazing, more than she’d ever hoped for. Could it all have been just a dream?

Her mom walked by again. “Bonnie, get up! You’re going to be late for school!”

Groaning, Bonnie threw back the covers and got out of bed, then went over to her pile of clothes to pick up her jeans. Slipping her hand inside a pocket, she felt the piece of paper and pulled it out. Seeing Raven’s phone number convinced her how real it was.

Taking the note over to her desk, she pulled open a drawer and placed it way in the back, out of sight, so her mom wouldn’t find it. Then she got dressed and ate breakfast before her mother drove her to school. On the way there, she was pleasantly surprised to see that her school was not very far from Raven’s house.

In the classroom, as Bonnie sat across from Jennie in their group, Jennie whispered excitedly, “Well, what happened?!”

Not wanting anyone else to hear, Bonnie whispered back, “Not now! At lunch, okay?”

When lunch finally came and they were sitting at the end of the table away from the other kids, Jennie couldn’t hold back any longer. “Would you puleeeeease tell me what happened?!”

Leaning close, Bonnie told her, “It’s true! The lesbians! The naked women wrestling! All true! I could see their boobs and butts and everything!”

Jennie gasped, “You actually saw them naked?!” Then a suspicious look crossed her face. “Wait a minute. How did you get in?”

Bonnie glanced over at the other girls sitting apart from them and saw that they weren’t paying them any attention. She looked back at Jennie. “A woman let me in.”

Jennie’s eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Her name is Raven.”

“What kind of name is that?” Jennie asked, face wrinkled in confusion.

Bonnie shrugged her shoulders, “I dunno. Something about her motorcycle.”

“She rides a motorcycle?!” Jennie exclaimed in surprise.

“Yeah!”

Bonnie told her everything: the wrestling, going to Raven’s house, and the sex. As Jennie listened, her eyes kept getting bigger until finally her hands flew up to her mouth and she burst out, “OhmyGod! You’re kidding!”

Bonnie shook her head, grinning.

Jennie repeated, “You’ve got to be kidding!”

Giggling at Jennie’s comical appearance, Bonnie assured her, “I’m not!”

With her mouth wide open, Jennie blurted, a little too loudly, “You touched her everywhere?!”

“SSHHH!” Bonnie hissed. “Ya wanna tell everybody?!”

Jennie closed her mouth in sudden surprise, then asked, “Everywhere?!”

“Yep,” Bonnie nodded proudly, then whispered, “Her boobies are really soft.”

Jennie giggled wildly, “I can’t believe you did that!”

Bonnie continued, “And I put my hand inside her missy!”

“OHMYGOD!” Jennie’s hands flew up to her mouth again.

“SSHHH!!” Bonnie hissed at her again. “And when she touched mine… it was incredible! It made me feel so good! It’s like… like…”

“Like what?!” Jennie interrupted.

“I dunno. It’s hard to describe. It’s kinda like when you have a bad itch and you scratch it and it feels so good to scratch it.” Bonnie smirked at her, “Why dontcha come with me tonight?”

A nervous look crossed Jennie’s face. She shook her head, “Uh-uh.”

“Why not?” Bonnie frowned.

“You said she looked scary…”

“Only at first!”

“And that the lesbian bar was scary too… no way!”

“She’s really nice. Tell you what. I’ll ask her if she knows someone nice who can have sex with you.” Bonnie grinned at that last part.

Jennie’s face became horrified, “Don’t you dare!”

Bonnie covered her mouth while she giggled at Jennie’s reaction, then said, “I’m just kidding, but seriously, I think you’ll really love it. I mean, it felt so good. It was the most awesome thing in the world!”

Seeing the sincerity in Bonnie’s face, Jennie began to contemplate it, but said, “I can’t. Not tonight anyways.”

Disappointed, Bonnie said, “Okay. But I’m going to call Raven tonight.”

Jennie gasped, “What are you going to ask her?”

Bonnie’s eyes sparkled, “If she wants to have sex again.”

*****

Later that day, after school, Bonnie couldn’t sit still. It took her three times as long to finish her homework than it should have, and afterwards she kept looking at the clock and was so distracted that her mother felt her forehead to see if she was sick. Nothing seemed to hold her interest. She just stared blankly at the TV while watching the minutes crawl by. Seven o’clock came. Then eight o’clock. Finally nine o’clock.

She went to bed without being told, and after her parents wished her goodnight and went to their room, she waited several minutes for them to fall asleep. Then she got out of bed and began to rearrange it with the pillows and the wig. When she was satisfied with how it looked, she grabbed her phone and the note with Raven’s number on it.

After punching in the number, it rang three times, and then she heard Raven. “Hello?”

For a second, Bonnie had stage fright and couldn’t talk, but then managed to quietly say, “Hi, uh, Raven? It’s me, Bonnie.”

“Hey!” she heard the woman’ upbeat voice. Raven sounded as excited as Bonnie was. “I didn’t know if you would call. I’m glad you did!”

There was a pause, then Raven asked, “Did you want me to come pick you up?”

“Yeah,” Bonnie answered, then suddenly added, “But not at my house. At the theater parking lot where the big rocks are, by the road.”

“Okay, see you soon!”

The phone hung up.

Carefully, quietly, Bonnie opened her bedroom window and crawled outside. After closing the window again, she ran to the street, then down to the corner. When she felt that she was far enough from her house, she slowed to a walk and in a few minutes reached the theater parking lot. Sitting down on one of the rocks, she waited for Raven. It felt so strange to be alone in the theater’s parking lot so late at night. She eagerly watched for Raven’s bike and was disappointed every time approaching lights turned out to be a car instead.

Then a single headlight came zooming quickly down the road towards her. Bonnie jumped to her feet as Raven swerved into the parking lot and drove up. Looking just as imposing as she had the previous night, Bonnie couldn’t help being both impressed and intimidated by Raven as her big black Yamaha came rumbling to a stop.

Bonnie swallowed, then stepped closer. Raven smiled as she asked, “So, what do you want to do?”

Grinning sheepishly, Bonnie said, “Can we go to your house?”

Raven stifled a laugh at the child’s cuteness, “Yeah.”

She scooted back on the seat and pointed to the foot peg. “Put your foot here.” Bonnie did, and with Raven’s help, lifted her leg up over the seat and sat down.

With Bonnie in front of her holding on to the gas tank, Raven slowly guided the motorcycle out of the parking lot and onto the street again. As before, Bonnie felt the wind on her face as she experienced the thrill of flying along the road. She was more used to it this time, and it was so much better than the dead humdrum of being in a car. After a few minutes, they pulled onto Raven’s driveway and then into the garage as the door opened for them.

After setting Bonnie down, Raven got off and closed the garage door. She opened the door to the house and they went inside. Raven asked, “Do you want anything to eat?”

“No, thank you.”

So polite, Raven thought to herself as she led the way to the bedroom. As she walked in, she took her jacket off, dropping it on the floor. Upon reaching the bed, she turned around and sat on the edge, facing Bonnie, who stood a few feet away.

“So, you want to do stuff?” Raven softly asked.

Bonnie smiled shyly and nodded. Chuckling, Raven pulled her boots off, then pulled her tank top over her head, uncovering her braless breasts, and after unbuttoning her jeans, pushed them down and off her legs.

Noticing that Bonnie still hadn’t moved, she motioned to her. Bonnie walked over till she was standing before Raven, openly gawking at her chest. Seeing this, Raven twisted side to side, causing her breasts to sway back and forth.

“Whooaa…” Bonnie exclaimed, obviously impressed and unaware of her reaction until Raven snickered, causing the girl to blush.

“Just like last night. Anything you want,” Raven encouraged her. “Anything.”

Bonnie grinned as she grasped the woman’s boobs, one in each hand. As she gently squeezed, feeling how soft they were, Raven surprised her by saying, “Try kissing it.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay.”

Bonnie leaned down and gave a quick peck to the left breast, then raised back up and looked at Raven.

Doing a full eye-roll, Raven sighed and told her, “Kiss it again, but do it slowly. Here, let me show you how.”

Raven took the hem of Bonnie’s shirt and pulled it up until her nipples were exposed, then leaned close and placed her mouth over Bonnie’s flat nipple and held it there, licking with her tongue.

“That tickles!” Bonnie giggled.

Raven sat back up. “Now lick my nipple like that.”

Bonnie bent down and kissed the breast again, but this time kept her mouth on it and swirled her tongue back and forth over the nipple as she looked up at Raven.

“Suck it like a straw,” the woman said.

As Bonnie took the erect nipple into her mouth and began sucking, Raven sighed, “Yeah… just like that,” bringing her hand up to gently stroke the top of Bonnie’s head.

After a minute or so, Raven lay down on the bed and scooted back. Bonnie crawled eagerly onto the bed, noticing how Raven’s breasts protruded upwards like mounds. She grasped them again and couldn’t get over how soft they were. She squeezed and pulled on the nipples, then looked at Raven, lying naked before her, and wondered what she should do next.

Raven propped her hands behind her head as she saw the girl glancing down at her pussy. Bonnie seemed to hesitate, but then crawled closer and lay down so her face was within inches of Raven’s crotch. She placed her hand on the mound, feeling the soft hair, then began poking around curiously with one finger.

“It’s all gooey in here,” Bonnie suddenly exclaimed.

Laughing to herself, Raven told her, “That’s because you’re making me feel good.”

“I am?” Bonnie asked in surprise, her finger going deeper, continuing to explore the moist warmth.

“Ohhh yeeaaah…”

Raven sighed as she watched the child, just as amazed as Bonnie was. If it was some other woman doing this, it would have been completely different, not nearly as tantalizing. She’d been with a few inexperienced college girls who were curious about lesbians, but never before had she had one like this. Bonnie didn’t even know what sex was — and it was that naive innocence that drew Raven in and held her, making her want to show Bonnie all the wonders that it beheld.

“This feels good?” Bonnie asked, two fingers now sliding in and out.

“Uh-huh. Remember how good it felt when I did it to you?”

“Oh, yeeaah…” Bonnie’s eyes widened as she remembered last night. Her small fingers kept pushing deeper until a third one slipped inside, then a fourth.

“Oh fuck…” Raven groaned as her thighs contracted, squeezing down on Bonnie’s arm. This was just too good. She felt a climax slowly building, growing stronger with each thrust of the girl’s hand inside her.

Then to her surprise, she felt Bonnie’s hand twisting around so that her palm was upwards, her fingers tickling the roof of her vagina. Raven sucked in her breath as her arms reached out and balled the sheet in her fists. Clenching her teeth as the orgasm peaked so she wouldn’t cry out too loudly and scare Bonnie, she exhaled with a groan, then faintly heard the girl exclaim, “Oh gross!”

Panting heavily, Raven breathed out, “Oh, fuck… that felt so good.”

Bonnie’s voice again came to her ears, “You peed all over my hand and the bed!”

Chuckling quietly, Raven waited several more seconds to catch her breath, then sat up. Bonnie had pulled her hand out and was staring at it as it glistened and dripped on the bed.

“You peed on me again,” the child repeated as she gazed, mesmerized, at the thin strands of wetness that hung stretched between her fingers.

Raven looked at her arm and the wet spot on the bed, “It’s not pee. Remember what I told you last night?”

Bonnie raised her head up, her mouth forming an O of understanding, “Oh, yeaaah…” then looked back at her hand, “It sure looks like pee.”

Raven snickered, “You’re so cute.”

Pursing her lips, Bonnie seemed as if she wanted to ask something. Finally she said, “Can you… do that sex thing to me… that you did last night?”

Fuck, is she cute! Raven thought to herself as she smiled and nodded.

“Lift up your arms,” she said, and as Bonnie did, pulled off her shirt.

“Here, lay down on the bed,” she instructed and after Bonnie did that, Raven slowly unbuttoned her jeans while watching the girl’s face for any sign of hesitation. Slowly pulling the jeans down, she stifled a laugh at Bonnie’s adorable Disney Princess panties, then slid them off too.

Raven’s breathing momentarily stopped as she stared transfixed at the beautiful sight lying naked before her. She laid a finger on the child’s bare chest and slowly traced down, making Bonnie giggle and squirm as the finger drew across her belly.

Getting onto her hands and knees, Raven straddled over Bonnie, then leaned down to lightly press her lips against the girl’s. Peeking to see if Bonnie’s eyes were open, she saw that they were and when Bonnie saw Raven looking at her, she began giggling again, causing Raven to laugh too. Raven was about to tell her to close her eyes, but then decided if Bonnie wanted to watch them kiss, then that was fine.

She kissed Bonnie’s mouth again, a little longer this time, then kissed her way down Bonnie’s chest, giving each nipple a few soft kisses before moving down her belly. Raven stretched out on the bed between Bonnie’s legs and looked up into her eyes.

As they gazed at one another, Raven kissed the child’s smooth pussy. Bonnie’s eyes widened in surprise as Raven held her lips to it, and as she felt Raven’s tongue tickling along her slit, and then inside.

“What are you doing??!!” Bonnie squealed in shock.

Pulling away for a second, Raven told her, “Just relax and enjoy it.” Then she pressed her mouth up against Bonnie’s sex again.

Raven’s hands glided warmly along her sides and chest as Bonnie continued to watch. After a few minutes, Raven’s licking began to feel really good. Bonnie’s breathing deepened and she collapsed back against the bed. OhmyGod, this is so amazing! she thought.

Raven, still licking her, watched Bonnie as she began breathing harder and then panting as if she were running. When her hips began to tremble, Raven felt astonished at this transformation from a quiet, shy, little girl only ten minutes earlier to a horny, quivering mess.

She pulled back for a moment and looked at her vulva. Using her thumbs to hold the lips open, she searched for her clit and was amazed to see how tiny it was. She pressed her tongue against it and began rubbing back and forth.

Bonnie moaned as her legs pushed down, lifting her pussy up against Raven’s mouth, “Ohhh… mmMMMMmmohhh… that… that… GAAA!!” she suddenly cried out, then, “NNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHHHhhh……”

Raven couldn’t tear her eyes away from the wondrous reaction on Bonnie’s face. An intense, almost painful look, with her mouth open wide and her eyes squeezed tightly shut.

After several seconds, Bonnie began to relax and to Raven’s surprise, appeared to fall asleep. Raven raised up and looked at her in amazement, then crawled up to lay beside her, lightly caressing her belly as she continued to breathe heavily. What is it about little girls coming so hard that they pass out?

Lying close beside her, Raven carefully draped her arm across Bonnie’s chest and slowly stroked her hair, deep in thought. She really liked this little girl, much more then the usual one-night stands she engaged in. Then she sighed regretfully. As much as she wanted to just remain lying there holding her all night long, she had to take Bonnie home again.

Raven gently shook her, “Bonnie… Bonnie…”

Bonnie’s eyes opened and she turned her head toward the woman, “Did I fall asleep?”

“Uh-huh. Did you like that?”

Bonnie’s eyes lit up as she suddenly came awake. “Oh my God! It just… ohmyGod!! It was like this thing and… and…”

Raven laughed, “I know,” as she sat up and gathered Bonnie’s clothing. “Here’s your stuff. I need to take you back home.”

Bonnie pulled her clothes on as Raven also proceeded to get dressed. But as Bonnie finished and started to crawl off the bed, it seemed to her like she was forgetting something — Jennie!

“Raven…?”

Raven looked down at her, smiling as she pulled her tank top over her head.

Bonnie paused, wondering how to put such a strange request, then continued, “Um, there’s this girl at my school, Jennie. She’s real nice, but she’s shy and I’m her only friend cuz the other girls don’t talk to her cuz they think she’s weird and so I told her all about you and I was wondering if—”

Raven stopped smiling. “You told her what we did?”

“Well, yeah. She’s my best friend.”

Raven’s face became alarmed. “Bonnie… you can’t ever tell anyone what we do.”

Bonnie looked puzzled at first, then said, “You mean about us having sex?”

“Yes. I could get in a lot of trouble.”

“I haven’t told anyone except Jennie and that’s only because she’s my best friend, and that’s what I wanted to ask you about.”

Now Raven was confused. “Ask me about what?”

Bonnie smiled shyly, “Wellll… since me and you have sex and I really like it, I was wonn-derr-ing if you knew someone that could have sex with Jennie.”

Raven squinted questioningly, “You want me to find someone to have sex with your friend… Jennie, is it?”

Bonnie smiled shyly and nodded, “Yeah. I mean I really like it, and so I know she will too.”

Raven chuckled as she sat down on the bed, “Oh fuck.” She glanced over at Bonnie, paused, then replied with a smile, “I might know someone.”

Bonnie gasped happily, “Oh, you do?! That would be so awesome! Jennie’s so nice, but she’s shy and sometimes she’s clumsy and she falls down and gets hurt and she gets scared easy so make sure that whoever you get won’t scare her or make fun of her. Sometimes at school she doesn’t have an umbrella when it rains so I share mine with her and lots of times she forgets to bring her lunch and so I let her have part of mine and…”

Raven closed her eyes, snickering to herself. The marvelous wonder of little girls. “Okay, okay. I gotta get you home now.”

She stood up. “Does this Jennie know what you’re asking?”

“Uh-huh. She didn’t really want to at first, because when I told her what you looked like, she thought you sounded scary, but I told her you were really nice. So you need to get someone just as nice as you, and —”

“All right, all right,” Raven chuckled. “Let’s go.”

She took the girl’s hand and led her out of the house and into the garage. After setting Bonnie on the motorcycle, Raven climbed on behind her and started it up.

Several minutes later, Raven slowed down and stopped at the top of Bonnie’s street, parking the bike. She lifted Bonnie off, and they headed toward her house.

As they walked, Raven watched Bonnie amusingly as she chattered on and on nonstop, “…and I know Jennie will love sex just as much as I do. Is she nice?”

While Raven pondered the question, Bonnie continued without waiting, “Cuz Jennie gets really scared sometimes and…”

Any other time, this constant chatter would have irritated Raven, but with Bonnie, it was endearing.

As they approached the house, Bonnie stopped talking, and they continued on in silence until they reached her bedroom window. Bonnie turned to face Raven. The tall woman crouched down and they stared at one another for a few seconds, then Raven slowly leaned in and kissed her.

“Good night,” said Raven.

“Good night,” Bonnie replied, “I’ll call you tomorrow night and bring Jennie with me. You really know someone who will be nice to her?”

“Yeah.” Raven gave the girl one last kiss, then lifted her up through her window.

*****

As Raven pulled into the garage, she saw a black Honda CBR 600 inside. After parking her bike next to it, instead of going into her half of the duplex, she went to a door on the opposite side of the garage and knocked. Several seconds later, the door opened to reveal a woman with a mohawk who turned around and walked back in.

“What’s up?” the woman asked, as Raven stopped to grab a beer from the fridge before going into the living room and plopping down on a worn recliner.

“I met a girl at the club last night.”

The other woman, still in the kitchen, asked, “What’s she like?”

“Incredible!”

“Fuck her yet?”

Raven thought for a second. “Yes and no. We don’t fuck. We… it’s kinda hard to describe. I… just lay there and let her play with me.”

The woman came out of the kitchen and looked at Raven incredulously. “What?!”

“I’m gentle with her.”

The woman laughed and walked out of sight into the bedroom. “Gentle?! What’s wrong with her?! Is she crippled or something?”

Raven took another swig of her beer. After a deep breath, she said, “Kala. She’s nine.”

From the bedroom, Kala asked, “Nine what?”

“Nine years old.”

There were a few seconds of silence, then Kala stepped out of the bedroom and looked hard at Raven, her eyes narrowing in stunned surprise. “Nine years old? You mean a kid? You’re fucking a kid?!”

Raven nodded in disbelief.

“Why would you do that?!”

“It’s not like I planned it, Kala. It just happened.”

Kala stomped back into the bedroom, asking angrily, “How did having sex with a kid just happen?!”

“Her name’s Bonnie. She was outside the club and wanted to go inside. So I took her in with me. After I was done wrestling, she was staring at my tits and… there was something irresistible about her. So, I brought her here and…”

Kala came back out. “And you fucked her.”

“Nooo, I took off my clothes and let her play with me. It’s different than fucking. She wanted to do it.”

Kala stared at Raven.

“I really like her,” Raven insisted.

Kala went to the kitchen and opened the fridge. “I just don’t see how you can be attracted to a kid. They don’t have anything.”

“That’s what makes her so irresistible. It’s because she doesn’t know what to do that makes her so fucking cute.”

“Sounds more annoying than cute,” Kala’s voice came from behind the refrigerator door.

Raven shrugged, “You never know who you’re going to be attracted to. It just happens.”

Kala pulled out a plate of food and put it inside the microwave. Raven watched for a moment as she pressed the buttons on the microwave, then said, “She has a friend.”

As the microwave began humming, Kala slowly walked back into the living room. “What about it?”

Raven took another sip of her beer. “She has a friend that she wants hooked up.”

Kala narrowed her eyes at Raven. “And you’re thinking I’m going to be the one that her friend hooks up with?”

“She asked me to find someone nice for her.”

Kala walked over to Raven, looking down at her, clearly displeased, “What am I supposed to do with a fucking kid?!”

“Show her what to do.”

Raising her voice, Kala said, “I’m not babysitting some kid who probably isn’t even potty-trained!”

Raven stood up. “Hey… I wasn’t looking for a kid either when I went to the club last night. It just happened. She’s different. She’s not caught up in a bunch of bullshit and doesn’t have any baggage.”

“And you think her friend is going to charm me like this girl did you?!”

Raven went into the kitchen. “You never know.” Seeing that the microwave was done, she opened the door and took the plate of food out.

Kala came over and snatched it out of her hands, scowling, “Why would I be attracted to some kid with no body and doesn’t know what the fuck they’re doing?! I’m not gentle and I’m not going to fucking lay there when I want to fuck!”

Raven leaned back against the sink. “She’s the first girl that I’ve wanted to do more with than just fuck. Look, Bonnie’s gonna call me after nine tomorrow night, then you’ll meet her friend, Jennie, at the Highland 10 Theater parking lot.”

As she thought back to Bonnie, Raven got a faraway look in her eyes. “She has this look… and fuck, she’s so cute. I really like her.”

She turned to Kala, “And I think you’ll like her friend too.”

Kala muttered, “I doubt it.”

Continue on to Chapter 3

By Misty Meadow

Cherry makes me come. It doesn’t take much. It isn’t just the the touch of her lips that sets my cunt on fire, it’s the look of adoration in her big dark eyes as they gaze up at me, as though I were a goddess.

A few licks, a push of her tongue up my cunt, a brief attack on my clit and I’m over the top, coming like a nuclear blast that blows my world to smithereens, sending shock waves of bliss through my body, my soul winging heavenward. I hear a voice shouting and, as I come back down to earth, I realise it’s mine, crying, “I love you, my darling little girl!”

Her face is beaming in a dazzling smile, her cheeks wet from my orgasm. I roll off her onto my back and she crawls up the bed to nestle against my right side, her cheek on my right tit, her hand on the left toying with my nipple.

“Did you come?” she asks, naively.

“Come?” I say, “I came like a rocket! It was the biggest orgasm of my whole life. I — I think I’m falling in love with you, Cherry.”

She turns her head, takes my right nipple in her mouth and bites on it. The pain is exquisite, driving me back to to the sexual heights I’d soared to just moments ago.

“Oh, that feels so fucking good!” I whisper as her hand slides down, stroking my chest, my tummy, all too soon making its way to my eagerly awaiting cunt. Her finger slides into the dripping wet cavern, followed by a second — and I know that I’m just seconds away from coming again.

“This is so much fun!” she says enthusiastically. “I love your cunt, Misty, it’s so fucking sexy!”

In a mood to play, I slip my hand between Cherry’s legs… then my doorbell rings.

“FUCK!” I hiss, infuriated.

A startled Cherry rolls away from me and I struggle to my feet. Stomping over to the door, I peer through the peep hole. It’s one of my lovers, Marcie — a skinny girl just out of her teens, but a real cunt hound. She just can’t get enough of my pussy.

I turn to Cherry and say, “Go hide in the bathroom.” She jumps off the bed and scurries out of sight. I open the door and poke my head round the frame.

“Hi, Misty. Naked as usual, huh?” She sniffs, then grins. “I’m interrupting something, aren’t I? You’re fucking someone right now, aren’t you, you dirty slut? Your whole place smells like cunt.”

I have to grin back. I love being called a slut, especially by a nymphomaniac like Marcie. “You’d better come in,” I say, opening the door.

She steps in and peers round. “Where’s the lucky girl?”

“In the bathroom.”

“Am I gonna get to meet her?”

“Well…” I hesitate, “she might be a bit young for you.”

“I don’t think so. You know I like young girls.”

“Not this young.”

“Go on, tell me, how old?”

“I dunno for sure. About eleven, maybe ten. Prepubescent, definitely.”

“You fuckin’ cradle snatcher! I gotta meet her. Don’t you know that sex with a ten-year-old lesbian is every gay girl’s wet dream? Go on, bring her out.”

I go into the bathroom and close the door behind me. Cherry has taken her vest off and wrapped herself in a towel that conceals her chest. It’s not quite long enough to cover her bum or her cunt, but she’s too preoccupied to be aware of that.

“It’s okay, just my friend Marcie. She’s gay like me and we have sex a lot. Don’t be afraid, I think you’ll really like her. She wants to meet you, okay? She’s really nice, I promise.” I’ve left her little choice, but at least I’m being nice about it.

“Okay,” she mutters reluctantly.

I take my little lover’s hand and lead her out into the living room. Marcie’s jaw drops. “Oh, my God! You’re fucking adorable!”

“Cherry, this is Marcie. Marcie, this is Cherry, my new friend. She lives opposite, and I caught her taking pictures of me when I happened to be showing off my cunt.”

“Misty was taking pictures of me, too!” Cherry says, defensively.

“Showing off your cunt, huh, Misty? So what’s new?” She turns to Cherry. “Misty flashes her gash like an newlywed shows off her wedding ring. So… nice to meet you, Cherry. God, you’re stunning! I could drown in those eyes of yours.”

“Guess I’d better put some clothes on,” I mutter.

“Why?” Marcie asks. “Being naked never bothered you before. In fact, I’m the one who’s overdressed. I should take my clothes off.”

Now grinning, Cherry sits down in a nearby chair. Her towel, tucked into itself at the front, is now open in an inverted V and she’s either unaware of it, or more probably, deliberately ignoring it.

Marcie continues. “I gotta pee anyway, which means taking my shorts off…” She peels her denim cut-offs down to reveal her white cotton bikini briefs, “… and my knickers, too.” They’re dragged down to mid thigh, revealing that her cunt is as hairless as Cherry’s and mine. She tugs at the knot which ties her unbuttoned tartan shirt just below the ribs, and spreads it open, revealing her nice firm little tits.

I reach down and pull Marcie’s knickers back up. She scowls. “What’s the matter? Don’t you wanna let the kid see my cunt?”

“Yeah, I do… but if you’re gonna pee in my toilet, you have to do it through your knickers. It’s the rule.”

She thinks about it for a moment. “Okay, but you’ll have to lend me a pair of yours to go home in. Not clean ones, though. I want a used pair, out of your laundry hamper.”

Cherry is giggling as we crowd into the bathroom and Marcie sits on the loo. Holding up our phones, Cherry and I push and shove at each other to get in position for the best shot as Marcie’s pee flows into the bowl.

When she’s empty, she stands and I kneel to peel her knickers off, then lean in and lick her cunt. “That’s right, Misty, get me nice and clean.” I love the taste of fresh pee. To me it’s like champagne. Cherry stares at us, fascinated.

Back in the living room, Marcie asks to see all the pictures we’ve taken. I look at Cherry and she nods. I’m not surprised. One might think that she’d be reluctant to share all that intimate stuff with a stranger, but on the other hand, just moments ago she was at the height of sexual arousal, and it would seem that whatever inhibitions she possessed have flown out of the window.

Marcie oohs and aahs, gasping at the lewdness of our pictures — pure child pornography, for the most part.
“Oh, you fucking dirty sluts!” she proclaims, a big grin plastered on her face.

I whisper to Cherry, “She means that in a nice way. She loves sluts, just like I do.”

“So I’m a slut, huh?” Cherry replies thoughtfully. “I suppose it’s okay.”

She’s now the one who’s overdressed and seems to know it, because she is sprawled out in a chair, legs carelessly spread, that towel covering nothing but her nipples.

Marcie looks at her and then at me, slowly licking her lips.

“Cherry,” I say, “I think Marcie wants to… ”

“Eat your pussy,” says Marcie, crudely. “My God, that sweet little cunt looks utterly delicious!”

Cherry, now brimming with confidence, rises, allowing her towel to fall to the floor. She turns and lies down on the bed, her legs at four and eight o’clock, hands behind her head.

It’s an unspoken invitation, and Marcie wastes no time. She hops on to the bed between Cherry’s legs and leans in, closely inspecting the little girl’s treasures. Reaching out, she gently opens the child’s cunt with her fingers, gazing into the pink grotto. Then she lowers her head.

From my angle, I can’t actually see what kind of tongue action is going on, but from the expression of delight on Cherry’s face, I gather that Marcie is deploying her not inconsiderable skill as a muff diver. I take a quick picture — for posterity, as it were — then lie down beside Cherry, leaning in to kiss her sweet mouth. Her fingers tangle in my hair.

I wish I had a camcorder that I could set up on a tripod to catch all this hot action, so I wouldn’t need to hold and aim it — just let it record away for our later viewing and masturbatory pleasure. Here we are, two adult lesbians “molesting” a preteen girl, who’s welcoming our advances with total enthusiasm. It’s a dream come true. I kiss Cherry again, my tongue pushing her soft lips apart, gently invading her mouth just like her fingers had invaded my hungry cunt.

Lifting my head, I gaze at her. Cherry’s breathing quickens as her excitement builds and her eyes lock onto mine, gazing into my black, wicked soul as her innocence is being rapidly eroded away. Then they squeeze tightly shut as Marcie’s mouth brings her to the edge and over.

Marcie extricates herself from between Cherry’s thighs and crawls up the bed to lie beside her. She teases the little girl’s nipples with her finger, then kisses them, sliding a hand between Cherry’s legs where heaven waits. My little lover is now being besieged by the mouths of two lust-crazed women, planting kisses all over her body. Her breath comes in short, hard gasps.

“You darling little angel,” Marcie murmurs, “your cunt tastes delicious, even better than Misty’s… and hers is world class. Would you like to taste us, now?”

Cherry’s eyes, until now closed, open wide. “I’ve tasted Misty’s. It was awesome!”

“Well, mine is pretty good, too,” Marcie informs her. “It’s the most thrilling thing in the world, to bring a lover to orgasm. You’ll see.”

“She’s right,” I say.

Cherry sits up and looks at us, her face and chest flushed. “All right, I’ll do it if you want.”

“It’s not what we want, Cherry, it’s what will excite you more than anything else in the whole world. You’ll never forget the next few minutes.”

She nods eagerly. “Okay, lie back, Marcie and open your legs.”

Marcie complies, then…

“Oh, shit! What time is it?” Cherry looks at the clock beside the bed, then jumps to her feet. “I’ve gotta make lunch for Gran!”

“Uh?” says Marcie, a look of genuine distress on her face.

“I gotta run. If I’m not there, she start asking all sorts of questions. I’m sorry, I gotta go.” She is scrambling around for her clothes, finding her knickers and skirt on the floor. Her vest is in the bathroom. She throws her clothes on, blows us a kiss and is out of the door.

There we are, lying naked on the bed looking at each other dumbfounded.

“Fuck!” says Marcie. “So near, and yet so far. That would have been glorious. Having that darling little Lolita eat my pussy, then watching her eat yours… God, that would’ve been an image I could masturbate to for weeks.”

“Fucking bummer,” I groan.

“Ah, well, says Marcie, looking between my legs, “there’s no point in wasting that nice hot, wet cunt. Come sit on my face, Misty.”

After Marcie brings herself to orgasm with her fingers while eating my pussy, she searches through my laundry hamper for a pair of my knickers to wear in place of the ones she pissed through.

“Jesus, don’t you have any colour other than white?”

“What’s wrong with white? Just pick a pair that aren’t too dirty and put ’em on. You don’t have to return them; they’re a gift from me to you.”

Selecting a pair, she quickly dons them, pausing to rub the crotch into her still wet pussy. “Now they’ll smell even better,” she says.

Marcie dresses, bitching about our interrupted adventure all the while. “You owe me another shot with her, Misty. Otherwise, I’ll go to my grave unsatisfied.” Pausing to give me one last kiss, she leaves.

I lie on my bed, thinking about the morning’s events. Why would a ten year old child go into the home of a stranger and offer herself so willingly and eagerly in gay sexual acts? Maybe she’d developed an instant crush on me and, being at a vulnerable and inquisitive age, allowed me to lead her into my filthy world of exhibitionism, pee play, cunnilingus and more. Perhaps she was just a trusting person by nature. Given how quickly she exposed her cunt to Marcie, that could be the case.

I wonder if I’ve rushed things, pushed her into activities that would disgust most ten-year-olds, but I never detected even a hint of unwillingness on her part. Consent is everything, and she certainly gave it!

The whole rest of the day I glance across the way to Cherry’s flat, looking for her, hoping she might be looking for me, but I don’t see her. I even write my phone number in lipstick, backwards on the inside of my sliding glass door, but she doesn’t phone. Then again, maybe she wants to but can’t. Her grandma might be blind, but she’s probably not deaf.

Around nine o’clock, with my flat in darkness, I sit looking out through the floor-to-ceiling windows, waiting. My heart leaps in my throat when a light goes on in her flat. I grab my phone, aim it and zoom in.

Cherry comes into the frame, still dressed in her flared skirt and white vest. She slides the glass door open, but doesn’t step onto the balcony. It could be that she’s visible from other flats in my building. Just inside the doorway, fairly well lit by two table lamps, she lifts one foot onto a chair to remove her sandal, creating a nice upskirt view, then repeats the manoeuvre with the other foot. Then, facing me, she lifts her dress in that classic little girl pose, proudly displaying her white knickers. Tucking the hem of her skirt under her chin to hold it up, Cherry tugs at the waist of her knickers, pulling them up into a perfect camel toe.

All the time, she doesn’t look at me. We’ve gone back to our original little drama, where we pretended that we thought we were unobserved and just being careless. Despite it being a long way from the unrestrained sex we’d enjoyed on my bed, it’s incredibly exciting.

Cherry looks down at her exposed knickers, then drops her skirt, unfastens it at the side and lets it fall to the floor. I try to hold my phone steady, but my hand is trembling. Girls in white knickers and a vest make me melt inside.

She tugs her knickers down — not far enough to reveal anything, but just enough to trigger anticipation and quicken my pulse. With those knickers stretched across her hips, Cherry turns to the side to face what I assume is a mirror, then starts to brush her hair. I wait impatiently for her to undress, but she takes her sweet time, clearly teasing me.

At last she turns to face me again and to my intense joy, slides her knickers down to mid-thigh, leaving them there, held up by her slightly parted legs. She lifts the vest over her head and shakes her hair free. Still not looking in my direction, Cherry absentmindedly scratches at her cunt, as though satisfying an itch. Her face bears an enigmatic smile, like Mona Lisa dreaming of who knows what. Then she brings her feet together, and her knickers slide down to her feet. Stepping out of them, she turns her back to me, bending to pick them up. The zoom on my phone is good enough for me to clearly make out both her treasures — her sweet little cunt and her pouting brown rosebud.

She disappears for a moment, then returns holding a pair of clean knickers, exactly like the ones she’d just removed. They are the same kind I wear myself, but several sizes smaller, I imagine. Stepping into them, Cherry pulls the knickers up to her knees and turns to look at herself in the mirror.

She places a hand between her legs, and though I can’t actually see her cunt, the motion of her knuckles tells me that she’s masturbating. Then she brings that hand to her face, her middle finger held up like an insult, inspects it, then pops it in her mouth. Finally, she turns her back to me, pulls her knickers the rest of the way up and steps out of sight. The light goes out.

I am elated. Cherry has clearly signalled to me that despite not having called, our relationship is still in effect and ongoing.

I quickly undress, place a stool from the breakfast bar in the doorway, then collect a few toys from my bedside table. I switch on two table lamps placed at either end of my glass wall, and draw my curtains shut just enough to conceal them. They’ll illuminate me without dazzling my audience. I seat myself on the stool, legs parted, not knowing whether she’s looking or not, hoping that she is.

First I caress my boobs, squeeze them and pinch my nipples for that sweet stab of pain that gets my “horny-mones” surging. Then I begin to finger my cunt, running two fingers along either side of my clit, seeing it engorge and grow pink. I put two, then three fingers into my cunt and thrust them in and out, removing them from time to time to taste myself.

Then I reach for my vibrator, switch it on, place the tip against my clit and lean back, closing my eyes. The micro-shocks from its throbbing tip spread through my whole midsection. Unable to resist any longer, I push the length of it deep into my cunt. Its ribbed surface excites the walls of my vagina, making me even wetter.

She must be looking, I tell myself.

I imagine the little voyeur welcoming my exhibitionism, her big eyes staring through the darkness as I slowly bring myself to orgasm. I picture Cherry growing more and more excited by the lewd sight of me losing it completely as the pressure builds then explodes, a starburst going off in my cunt.

I withdraw the vibrator, and for the benefit of my audience, put it in my mouth, getting a strong taste of my cunt — as always, utterly delicious.

And now for something completely different, as the Monty Python team were fond of saying, though they never had a sketch like the one I’m about to do. Discarding the vibrator, I select a butt plug, one with a conical shape and a flange at the bottom so it can stand vertically.

I examine it closely, so as to give Cherry a good long look, then put it in place on the stool, the tip pointing upward. Then I put my feet on the rungs of the stool, standing with my back to the window, thrust a finger up my wet cunt and then into my rosebud to lubricate it. Then I lower myself slowly so that the plug pushes against my sphincter and suddenly pops in. The pain is sharp but quickly fades, and I’m lost in the feeling of fullness, the delight of being penetrated, the joy of being observed committing a lewd act. The plug, now in past its widest point, will stay there. My rectum won’t expel it.

I step down on to the floor and sit on the stool again, facing Cherry’s flat. I start fucking myself with the vibrator once more, and now, with both my orifices filled, I’m climbing that mountain up to a second orgasm.

My thrusts get deeper and faster and I can hear myself groaning like an actress in a cheap porn flick. “Oh, yes,” I cry. “Fuck me! Fuck me, my darling Cherry! Make me come, you little angel!” I lift my feet on to the top rung of the stool and spread my knees as wide as they’ll go. I attack my clit with the fingers of my free hand, pinching and flicking it.

I stare across the void, hoping her light will go on, longing to see my little lover watching me. I know she’s there, but her flat remains dark. I try to imagine how she feels as I perform for her. The thought sends me over the top, and pleasure comes crashing down like a tsunami — washing me out to sea, then allowing me to gently drift back to shore again.

Dazed, I remove the vibrator and taste myself once more, then my phone rings. I look around and see it on the breakfast bar. I rise and stumble across the room, the butt plug still inside me, snatch it up and answer. “Hello?”

Cherry’s childlike voice sets my heart fluttering. “Hooray, Misty! That was awesome!” I can hear the joy in her voice. “My knickers are soaking wet and I wanna try out all your sex toys and what does that thing up your arse feel like?” This comes out in one excited breath.

“You were watching, then?”

“Of course. I’ve got it all on video and I could hear you saying you wanted me to fuck you. I’m gonna watch it again in bed and I’ll… well, you know. I couldn’t call earlier ‘cos Gran was awake, but she’s asleep now. I got you on speed dial.”

“Can you come over tomorrow?”

“How early?”

“Earlier the better. I’ll leave my flat door open and you can sneak in, undress, slide quietly into my bed and wake me with a kiss.”

“And maybe a finger up your cunt?” she giggles, in that lovely little-girl way.

“A finger, two fingers, all your fingers and your thumb. I want you to fist me.”

“Fist?”

“I’ll show you. I want to lick your bum and let you pee on me and bite my tits and fuck me with my double ended dildo and kiss me all over and… well, everything.”

“So I can do anything I like to you?”

“Anything! Anything at all!”

“Then I’ll let you do anything to me, Misty. I love you.”

“I love you too, Cherry. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” She makes a loud kissing sound, then hangs up.

All in all, a pretty good day, whatever your point of view.

The End

By Amanda Lynn

The next several days were a blur of activity for Marcy and Jack. Little time was actually spent at the resort. Instead, they opted for touring the surrounding area, taking in some of the local attractions, and even driving over to Miami to see a concert.

But as fate would have it, their getaway was cut short when Jack learned that he was needed back at work due to an incident at one of the company’s production facilities.

“I’m really sorry, hon,” Jack said, after explaining the situation to Marcy. “But the room and the car are paid for. No point in wasting the last few days. Why don’t you just stay here and enjoy it?” he offered. “The company will pay to change my tickets and such.”

Marcy was disappointed that she would have to leave this little bit of paradise early. She sat down in a comfy armchair and mulled over what Jack had proposed.

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” she asked. “Further, are you sure the company won’t mind? After all, it is their money.”

“No, I don’t mind at all. And no, the company won’t be out anything,” her husband chuckled.

“Thanks, Jack. All right, I’ll drive you the airport when you’re ready to go then.”

* * *

As Marcy cruised back to the resort from the airport she wondered what sort of mischief she might get into. Maybe she could hit the local nightclubs and find a young woman around her own age to keep her company for the night. She was sure there would probably be a cougar or two who could rock her world, but older was not where she was at right now.

It was mid-afternoon when Marcy pulled into the resort parking lot. She decided to head up to the suite, change into her bikini, and then relax by the pool for a while.

Once changed, she made her way down to the pool and picked out a lounge chair. Laying her carryall bag on the ground, she retrieved a bottle of sunscreen and began to apply it to her skin.

“Can I help you with that?” said a small voice.

Marcy turned and saw a little girl perhaps eight or nine years old standing at the foot of the chair. She didn’t recognize her at first, but before she could even ask, the girl volunteered the information.

“Hi, I’m Nancy. You saw me at the car rental place a few days ago.”

Marcy’s heart skipped a beat as she smiled in momentary disbelief. She scanned the young girl’s body up and down. Her one-piece yellow swimsuit was a very snug fit which only served to emphasize her preteen mound. Marcy had to force herself to look up at the child’s face. She couldn’t believe the subject of her masturbatory fantasies of late was standing right in front of her.

“Uh, hi, I’m Marcy,” she finally managed. “I saw, uh, an awful lot of you at the car rental place, I do believe. Do you normally go around flashing strangers?”

“No. But you were checking me out first. And you looked like you could use a little show,” Nancy replied.

“Really? You thought that?” she laughed, not believing she was having this kind of conversation with such a young girl.

“Do you want to see my bum and kitty again?” Nancy asked unabashedly.

Marcy’s heart was racing. Her stomach was filled with butterflies. Her brain was telling her to run away, but her pussy was yelling ‘yes’ so loudly that her brain gave up trying.

“Except, what if someone finds out? I’d end up in jail,” Marcy said with a shaky voice, looking around to see if anyone could hear their conversation.

“I won’t tell. And we can go up to your suite. Nobody will ever know,” the little blonde replied nonchalantly.

“What about your mom? Won’t she wonder where you are?”

“Nah. She’s with her new boyfriend and wanted some alone time for a couple hours,” Nancy explained with the aid of air quotes as she said ‘alone time’.

“I’m sure they’re just having loud sex again,” she added.

“Okay. Didn’t need that visual.”

Nancy giggled. “So, are we gonna go to your room for some fun, or not?”

How can I refuse? Marcy thought to herself as she collected her stuff and headed upstairs. Little Nancy trailed right behind with a skip in her step, grinning the whole way.

* * *

When they reached the suite, Marcy swiped the key card and opened the door. Nancy pushed passed and ran into the living room, then into the kitchenette, the bathroom, and each bedroom.

“Wow!” she exclaimed. “This is soooo much bigger than the room Mom and I are staying in,” she continued, as she began to peel off her yellow swimsuit.

Marcy watched in fascination as the little vixen undressed. She could feel herself getting excited and wondered just how far this would go.

Nancy looked at Marcy and smiled so sweetly that it melted her heart. The child then did a slow pirouette allowing Marcy a good long look at her naked body.

“Why do you still have your bikini on?” Nancy asked. “Here, let me take it off you,” she offered as she approached Marcy.

Marcy’s head was swimming. Her heart was still pounding and now she was sure her pussy was dripping. She was a wreck. Still, she stood there and let the young girl undress her.

Nancy began with the strings around her chest and then her neck. Marcy instinctively cupped her breasts to keep the top from falling away.

“Put your hands down, silly. How am I supposed to see your boobs?” Nancy scolded as she moved around in front.

Marcy complied as if in a trance and the bikini top fell to the floor. She felt the bikini bottoms being pulled over her hips and down her legs.

“You have a very pretty kitty,” Nancy said. “Can I taste it now?”

Marcy was jolted back to reality. She looked at the girl, not really knowing why she should be surprised by the question. This beautiful child had just literally seduced the pants off her, and now she was asking to go down on her. Marcy said nothing. Instead, she moved to the sofa and sat down, slowly parting her legs.

Nancy smiled and came to her, but instead of getting down the floor she knelt on the sofa, straddling Marcy’s legs. She leaned in and kissed Marcy ever so softly. Just little pecks on the lips, followed by another, then another and so on.

Marcy responded in kind to each kiss until finally she felt the little blonde girl’s tongue trying to push its way into her mouth. She eagerly accepted, and soon their kisses were deep and passionate. Her hands rubbed the child’s back and traveled down over the round globes of her smooth bum.

Nancy’s arms had been wrapped around Marcy’s neck, but then she broke their kiss and leaned back a bit. The girl gazed down at the B-cup sized breasts, placing a small hand over each.

“I like your boobs,” she commented, leaning down to kiss and lick both erect nipples, first one then the other.

Marcy groaned with desire. She ever so gently rocked her hips, trying to apply pressure to her swollen clit any way she could. Nancy wiggled her bum in playful response.

“You’re such a tease,” Marcy croaked.

Nancy giggled as she let go of the wet nipple that had just been in her mouth. Sliding off the sofa, she smiled up at Marcy and placed a hand on each knee, pushing her legs apart. The girl softly caressed Marcy’s inner thighs before moving in closer.

Marcy watched with giddy anticipation as the young blonde paused to inhale deeply through her nose. Cooing with contentment, she pushed her fingers through the folds of Marcy’s pussy, exposing the pink pearl she was after.

Nancy softly kissed Marcy’s clit, causing lightning bolt shocks to rack the woman’s body. Marcy grabbed at the seat cushions as Nancy toyed with her clit again. Her loud moan was answered by a quick lick from Nancy’s tongue. Marcy’s body convulsed. Another lick. Another shudder. Putting her entire mouth over Marcy’s pussy, Nancy began flicking her tongue back and forth in earnest, stopping only long enough to suck up the sweet nectar filling her mouth.

Marcy could feel the orgasm approaching, only seconds away now. Waves of sweet torment were driving her closer and closer. Then it happened. Nancy pushed two or maybe three fingers into her wanting vagina and began to quickly finger-fuck her.

“Oh god yes! You’re making me come!” Marcy cried out as she grabbed the little girl’s head and held it against her pussy.

“Oh fuck Nancy, don’t stop!” she pleaded as she lost all control of her body and the most intense orgasm of her life tore through her like a rampant bull. Marcy shook so hard that little Nancy was knocked backward. The bliss ended all too soon. Marcy didn’t move until her breathing slowed and the ecstasy had subsided. As she opened her eyes, she saw the child sitting on the edge of the sofa smiling at her.

“You liked?” Nancy asked sweetly.

“Oh, baby, it was wonderful. Where on earth did you learn to do that?”

“From my sisters, mostly,” Nancy grinned.

Marcy just looked at the girl. That would have to be a discussion for later. Right now she needed to taste her little lover. Getting up on still shaky legs, she scooped the slim blonde into her arms and carried her to the bedroom.

Dropping the girl on the bed, Marcy fell beside her. She placed a hand on Nancy’s cheek and leaned in and kissed her. Their tongues intertwined and Marcy could taste her own juices in her young lover’s mouth. While they continued to kiss, Marcy put a hand on Nancy’s hairless mound. She felt the girl spread her legs, allowing her access. She explored the preteen’s pussy, dipping a finger into her soft, moist vagina, then moving back up to fondle her little clit, causing her to twitch. Then Marcy began to kiss her way down the petite body. After kissing each nipple, she stopped only long enough to flick her tongue in Nancy’s bellybutton as she continued her southward journey.

Once she arrived at the young girl’s treasure, Marcy held still for a moment to enjoy the sight that she’d dreamt about and masturbated to during the past few days. Then she planted a series of little kisses all over the sweet bald pussy, drawing a soft whimper from Nancy. Going a little lower, Marcy used her tongue to explore Nancy’s vagina, causing the child to push her hips up hard against her mouth.

Marcy moved back up the sensitive clit, softly manipulating it with her tongue. It only took a few seconds for Nancy to reach orgasm. The girl cried out as her body was racked with waves of pleasure.

When it was over, Marcy crawled up beside Nancy and took her in her arms. The two lovers kissed softly, then just lay silent enjoying the afterglow.

After a minute or two, Nancy turned to face Marcy. “Are you awake?” she asked.

“Yeah, sweetie. I am. Just resting my eyes and daydreaming.”

“What about?”

“About you, and how wonderful this was,” Marcy answered, rolling on her side to look at the angel lying beside her. “You said you had sisters. How old are they?”

“Twelve. They’re fraternal twins. You’ve already seen them.”

“I have?” said Marcy, trying but failing to recall when she might have seen twins at the resort. Finally she asked, “And, um, you have sex with them, with your sisters?”

Nancy nodded, “Uh-huh, for about two years now. They’re great at it.”

Marcy paused to mull this over. She pictured two older girls and their little sister all naked with hands and mouths exploring one another. A jumble of hot wet young female bodies sprawled on a bed.

“Do you have any kids?” Nancy asked, bringing Marcy back from her thoughts.

She paused a moment before answering, “No, baby, I don’t. I can’t have children.”

Nancy seemed to sense the sadness in Marcy’s voice and snuggled into her, offering a warm hug. Looking up at the woman, she placed a soft kiss on her lips. “I wish I could be your daughter.”

Marcy smiled at the comment. “I would really like that too.”

“Would you still make love to me if I was your daughter?”

Nancy looked into the girl’s eyes. She knew that she would, even if the child was her own flesh and blood.

“Yes, honey, I would.”

“What if by magic you could have your own daughter, then would you still?”

“If it was something she wanted, then yes, I think I would. But I would never make her do anything she wasn’t comfortable with.”

Nancy smiled and began to caress Marcy once more as she kissed her deeply.

“I still have a little time before I have to go. Would you make me come once more?”

“With pleasure,” Marcy replied. “Come kneel above my face.”

Nancy quickly scrambled into position and lowered her preteen pussy onto Marcy’s waiting mouth. She moaned at the touch of Marcy’s tongue on her tender clit.

Marcy held one hand on the girl’s hip as she sucked and licked her wet slit. Nancy began to grind into Marcy as she felt the build up toward another orgasm grow deep inside her. Marcy concentrated her tongue movements on Nancy’s clit as her rocking became faster.

It didn’t take long for the girl to come again. Marcy felt her little angel shudder as she slumped forward, grabbing the headboard, and her mouth was soon flooded with the sweet juices of Nancy’s orgasm.

When Nancy had calmed down, she crawled off Marcy — and found that she was close to a climax too. Marcy had been rubbing her own pussy the entire time, and Nancy’s orgasm had brought her right to the brink.

Nancy pushed Marcy’s hand away, replacing it with her own. She quickly found Marcy’s swollen clit and began to rub vigorously. It only took seconds for Marcy’s orgasm to strike, causing her to cry out. Nancy kissed her again, deeply.

The two lovers cuddled, and Marcy soon drifted off into a blissful slumber.

* * *

When Marcy slowly came awake some time later, she sighed contently and pulled the blanket up to her chin. Then she wondered, Why am I under a blanket? As she opened her eyes, she discovered the room was completely dark.

She quickly sat up in a panic. “Nancy! Damn! We overslept.” By now, the girl’s mother had probably called the cops or something, thinking she’d been abducted.

Marcy reached for a lamp and switched it on. Once the room was lit, she saw that she was alone in the bed. A bit confused, she got out of the bed and headed out of the bedroom still naked.

Looking around, she realized the little girl was definitely gone. Making her way into the bathroom, she noticed a piece of paper folded in half and taped to the mirror. On the outside was written a line from an old song sung by Vera Lynn: ‘We’ll meet again, don’t know where, don’t know when.’

Marcy remembered listening to the song as a child as it was one of her mother’s favorites. She was very surprised that such a young girl knew that lyric, and couldn’t fathom why she would write it.

She unfolded the paper and read…

 

Dear Marcy, 
       You looked so peaceful sleeping I didn’t want to wake you. Thank you for making love to me. It was wonderful and I will never forget it. I meant it when I said I wish I could be your daughter. You know what they say about being careful what you wish for.
Love you,
        Nancy

 

As she paced slowly back into the living room of the suite, Marcy read the note three more times, her eyes filling with tears.

She so wished she had a little girl just like Nancy. She thought how beautiful it was making love to her, and wondered what it might be like being with a daughter of her own that same way.

Marcy gave a soft sigh, then returned to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Sunnybunny

The situation was growing dire.

Heather could feel herself sinking deeper into the metaphorical quagmire of her predicament with no means of escape, nothing to latch onto to save herself. For the first time in her life, Heather was completely at the mercy of external entities. It was more than the stolen money, more than Angie, the town itself seemed to be drawing her into… what?

The sheriff’s coy jab rang in her ears, louder each time her mind returned to how awful the situation truly was. He spoke about the long-time residents here, how so many of their stories began with how they were just drifting through Oasis and onto greener pastures. It was like something out of Stephen King. A humble town, Anywhere, USA, with some otherworldly power lurking beneath the unassuming façade slowly turning the populace into lizard people.

She needed to escape before things got any worse.

Heather was seated on the edge of her bed, her go-to spot now for deep thought in the days since arriving, with her hands clasped firmly between her knees. Beside her was a folded over notebook and pen with a few lines written then hastily scratched out. The remnants of a new plan — possible suspects and hiding places for her stolen cash, each one dismissed before she had finished scribbling out the thought. Each new idea came with added baggage of having to expose more of her hand, who she had been before she wound up in Oasis, and that was out of the question. Lies brought more lies, more chances to trip up on her own bogus history. She was already popular enough being the new girl in a town seriously lacking in single women without arousing further suspicion. It was safer to keep a low profile, play up the lone motorist, just working her way through to the west coast. Nothing to see here!

The diner offered her the best opportunity to gather intel on the townspeople and so far, it had yielded little. There were no whispers of anyone abruptly leaving town or suddenly coming into a great deal of money. The conversations were as well-worn as the pages of a good book: the older folks that came in for black coffee and an English muffin reminisce about when Oasis had been a coal miner’s paradise. Hard to believe, they’d say, but Oasis was at one time twice its current size with triple the population. During the boom of the forties and fifties, Oasis was on the fast track to become a major metropolitan hub. They had a bustling downtown, newly constructed suburban homes, and a clinic with a doctor that made house calls! It sounded to Heather like Mayberry until the sly older gentlemen would lean in and confide that there had even been a brothel on the outskirts of town. A good place for those hardworking miners to unwind after a few dark and dizzying days in the coal pits. The wistfulness in his recollections made her wonder if he had enjoyed the company of a young woman in this house of ill-fame when he was in his prime.

Then, almost overnight, the coal mine dried up and was promptly shut down and abandoned. At first, nobody knew what to make of the news but weren’t too concerned. In their eyes, Oasis was already moving so far along in progress that it was impossible to halt now. The mine was gone, but so what? Ford and GM where already in talks to open manufacturing plants that would keep the jobs rolling in for years to come. Only without the mines being a reliable source of revenue, the properties were seen as less valuable and those companies once so eager to snatch up land to build on wanted to renegotiate. Contracts fell through and eventually they would pass on Oasis. Soon the town’s finances were in freefall and many long-time residents pulled up stakes and moved away.

Heather later told Mama Maven she intended to visit the local library’s archives to dig up more of the town’s past. Mama Maven gently broke the news that the library had burned to the ground a few years prior. “Probably teenagers,” she confided but there was no scorn one might anticipate in her tone, only disappointment. “A stray cigarette butt in a building full of dry old books in a dusty old town… we was lucky it didn’t spread and take the whole of Oasis with it!”

Another story she overhead was the one Angie had given her a preview of, how her mother had met and fallen in love with some ‘city fella’.  At the time, it was quite the scandal and everyone seemed to have their own take on the story (which they were also more than willing to share!). Some said that Angie’s father had been abusive, prompting her to seek refuge and warmth in another man’s arms. Others still offered up that he was a decent and hardworking man who would never harm a flea. Whatever the reason, they all agreed that after she left, the man had crawled into a bottle to cope with the loss and never recovered. Poor little Angie was another point of contention. Plenty of opinions and concerns about her well-being staying in the home of an alcoholic who may or may not have anger issues, but there were no stories of anyone looking into the matter. They were content to speculate and gossip, sit around the diner and shake their heads in pity at the right moments in the story, but when Heather pressed (despite her better judgement) if anyone had ever looked into the state of Angie’s home life, her question was met with blank stares. Stick their nose into someone else’s affairs? It was unheard of, out of line and impolite!

Angie…

Heather’s mind reached the inevitable point where it drifted back to Angela Lawrence and she let her eyes wander up from the pen and pad toward her stack of pillows at the headboard. Beneath the pile, hidden but practically beating like Poe’s hideous heart was a carefully folded pair of girl’s underwear. She knew she should move it. All it would take was Walter getting it into his head that her room needed turning over and the jig would be up. There would be no way she could plausibly explain the presence of those panties.

The memory of that day was dizzying, and she could only recall fragments of what had happened once she had returned to her room, trembling so badly Heather could barely walk. She dropped the key twice before her fingers would cooperate well enough to slide it into the lock. Heather fell into the bed, hands clawing at her body in a desperate move to undress herself. Clutched tightly in her fist, a wad of white gold, Angie’s soiled underwear. She pressed them into her nose and inhaled the heady fragrance, having to sink her teeth into the fabric to stifle a loud moan. Her own panties were soaked through and clinging to her crotch like a second skin. She was wet down to her knees and had to wrestle her legs free of her jeans. She did not bother with the vibrator this time — there was no time, no real need for it.

She crawled to her favorite position in the middle of the bed, gathering a pillow to rest beneath her stomach and lifted her ass into the air, thighs spread. She was close, so very close to coming, and she had only just begun to caress herself. Angie’s panties were spread out before her on the bedspread, allowing her to admire the moisture at the center, still so very warm with the heat of her little sex. She stretched her tongue out and lapped at the cloth, hoping to taste even the faintest hint of her cunt but it was a poor substitute. She hated herself in the moment for not taking Angie when she had the chance. The feeling of that young body pressed against hers still lingered on her flesh, how those deliciously small nipples had rolled so easily along the tip of her tongue…

She let her imagination run wild now, and like a runaway locomotive, it crashed through every sexual taboo she could fathom.

She had fallen asleep that night, masturbated to the point of sexual exhaustion and still unsatisfied. The waves of endless pleasure proved only a temporary solution to quell the worst of the ache, the need. Heather was beginning to feel like a junkie jonesing for her next fix and everything in between was just filling the time. She was falling into addiction, hooked on the most forbidden of pleasures. She knew she should feel worse about it, she even tried to. For as long as she could, Heather fought to hold onto those feelings of self-loathing and disgust and be ashamed of her behavior. She tried to make herself physically ill from entertaining such lewd thoughts and bowed her head over the toilet with two fingers jammed down her throat, pleading penance from the porcelain god. She would give herself a hard scolding and vow to throw Angie’s gift out…only to be in bed with them pressed to her face again, squirming and moaning about the sheets like a bitch in heat.

The days dragged on without a whisper of her stolen property and she was beginning to fear the worst. In the quiet hours of the evening, after helping Mama Maven close the diner for the weekend (they were closed on Sundays in observance of the Lord’s day of rest, Maven explained), Heather collapsed into a ball at the foot of her bed and had a good long cry at the hopelessness of her situation. She knew it would solve nothing, give her no clearer idea of how to dig herself out of the hole she was in, but the weight of it all had worn her resolve down. She was fatigued, beaten down by the last few days, frustrated and afraid. Her hands wormed their way beneath her stack of pillows, retrieved Angie’s panties and clutched them tightly against her chest with both hands. Horny too — god had she ever been so desperate for sex in her entire life? She smelled them while she sobbed, pressing them to her mouth to stifle the worst of the noise and soon they were damp from tears.

She returned to the scene of the crime, as Heather had done a hundred times since arriving in Oasis. The town was silent, still, bathed in its evening colors of silver and white that seemed to transform the dunes of sand into hills of snow. It was the only thing chilly in the picture as the temperature was particularly muggy that evening and when she ventured out to the Mustang, pants were foregone and she padded out into the parking lot in her bare feet, tank top and panties.

She shut the door of the passenger side and listened to the stillness surrounding her until it became unbearable. It was all-encompassing, the quiet in Oasis. It seemed to consume sound, feast itself on the tiniest noise until not even the wind dared to raise a protest against it.

Going from the air-conditioned motel room to the tight confines of her car was quite the shock to her system, and she was sweating in a matter of moments but weathered the discomfort, making no move to leave, but instead settled back into the seat. She raised her chin until she was reclined against the headrest and tried to imagine herself as Angie, what it must have felt like from her perspective that fateful evening and have some strange woman brazenly explore her body. It never failed to give her a shiver of excitement. She willed herself to feel strange hands sweeping over her belly, finding the entrance at the bottom of her shirt and sneaking underneath. Had Angie gotten a similar rush of lascivious pleasure? Had it come when Heather traced fingers up those silken thighs? Did it linger after she caressed her little mound beneath the panties Heather now owned?

Heather was deftly squeezing at her own chest, awakening her nipples into fine points before teasing them with gentle pinches between her fingers. Her sex was soon aching for attention, but she delayed doing more than sliding the length of her middle finger along the outside of her underwear for the moment, sending an electric charge tickling out to her extremities.

She had just tugged aside the crotch of her panties, exposing herself to the evening air, when something cut through the darkness like a bolt of lightning. Heather immediately leapt to attention and turtled up tightly in embarrassment. The noise had not come from outside however, but within. A jaunty tune was playing faintly, a song she knew all too well. It was Katy Perry, one of her older singles from the PRISM album. It had been on a nonstop loop for a time with Heather and never failed to get her hips moving. She liked it so much that Heather had set it as the ringtone for her cellphone….

Tentatively, she opened the glove compartment and there it was: the small, rectangle of light jittering across the state of New Mexico on her folded roadmap. She glimpsed the number flashing across the display and with nothing more than a series of numbers, her blood turned to ice water.

Audibly, she intoned, “No….”

Katy’s voices were abruptly cut off and the silence closed in angrily around them again but only for a moment. The number flashed again and Katy Perry took up the chorus again.

“Baby, you’re a firewoooooooork! Come on, let your colors burst!”

Even in her petrified state, Heather found herself nodding her head in time with the beat. “Still a great song.…” The phone darkened again and the lyrics died only to begin over again a heartbeat later, and she knew that it was going to keep ringing until…

She snatched it up and swiped her finger across the display. She did not bother with formalities. “I thought I disconnected the service to this thing.” Her tone was intentionally accusatory.

“So, I found out,” the voice on the opposite end replied. He was grinning like the goddamn Cheshire cat. She could hear it plainly, and it melted the ice in her veins and set it to boil. “It wasn’t the only surprise I got that day. Where are you?”

“That’s for me to know and you to never find out.”

“As childish as ever. How about this question — where is my goddamned. Motherfucking. Money?”

He wasn’t shouting. She had never known him to raise his voice in anger. He could intimidate with a whisper, and each word was carefully measured and matched with an even character.

“I have no idea.” Some truth for a change. Ironic, she thought, that there was no way he was going to buy it.

He didn’t.

“Bullshit.”

“Hanging up now.”

“I traced the phone, Heather.”

The pause was all the gesture he needed to continue. He knew he had her attention now.

“After I found out the cell service had been canceled, I immediately called in to reactivate things. I know you, everything about you, including all your security passwords and verification questions. After I got your phone working again, I traced your device, using the GPS-.”

“Looks like bingeing all those episodes of CSI on Netflix paid off,” she replied with confidence she did not feel. Her mind was racing, heart beating out of her chest. Was he on the way to collect her now? Worse, what would he do when he found out she had lost half a million dollars in cash?

“It was on Hulu,” he corrected. “Don’t focus on the wrong part of the story. Do you know what I found when I traced your phone, Heather? Can I tell you?”

She did not reply.

“Nothing! Not a damn thing.” He laughed. “Just miles of blank map on all sides of your little dot. It’s like the world opened itself up and swallowed you whole.”

“Happy to disappoint you.” She tried to keep the relief out of her voice, but the apprehension lingered. He wasn’t done….

“Oh, don’t you worry your pretty little head,” he replied, sounding as if he were reassuring a child that Santa was on his way. “I found out enough for a good start. I know you are somewhere in Arizona. Some lonely stretch of road, maybe in a dingy motel that still thinks free cable is an enticing enough quality in the decade of unlimited wireless data packages.”

Heather glanced up into the shadow of the motel’s sign, a bent elbow of metal stretching over the sand-caked road.

“Good luck with that. It’s a big state. An even bigger country. I don’t plan on staying still for long.”

“Oh, but you have!” He cried so loudly that she drew the receiver away from her ear. “Your beacon hasn’t moved for days now. You’re holed up somewhere, Princess –.”

“Don’t you fucking call me that — ever!”

“Maybe you’re having car trouble? Maybe half a mill wasn’t enough cash to get you across country, who the hell knows? My point is, I have feelers out there already, looking for you. You know me, you know what I do….” There was a sinister pause, a calculated breath that was intended to allow Heather to reflect on everything she knew about this individual.

Her blood ran cold again.

“I’m going to find you.” Not a threat, there was no animosity in his voice. It was a promise. “It’s just a matter of time. So, why not make it easier for the both of us and come home? I’m feeling generous tonight, Princess, and I’m willing to let all this be bygones. I’ll let it all go, no hard feelings, you have my word.” His voice softened, “Everyone makes mistakes, right, babe? You lost your head, weren’t thinking straight and before you knew it, you were too far in and felt there was no way back. Does that about sum things up? Well, babe, there IS a way back. Just tell me where you are, and I’ll have some people there tomorrow morning to help you.”

She had to agree on one point, “You’re right, Richie. I have made mistakes. Big ones.”

“It’s okay, Princess. Really it is.”

“But running away from you, that place, that whole invention of a life… that was NOT one of them.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“The fuck I don’t!”

He sighed into the phone. “When I find you Heather –”

She did not let him finish. Heather ended the call but it wasn’t enough. She powered off the device but still wasn’t satisfied. She climbed out of the car, stumbling on shaky legs and reared her arm back like a baseball pitcher. The phone did not shatter as she anticipated, but instead skipped along the pavement a few yards before coming to a rest atop a small dune of sand. She pounced on it and found it had somehow powered itself on again — God only knew how it had powered on in the first place — but the screen was a wash of dazzling colors contained within spider-web cracks. Heather cried out in frustration and hammered the phone into the ground like a hammer to nail, over and over again until plastic bits were rocketing around her like bomb shrapnel. She continued until there was nothing left but fragments and gathered them all up in her bleeding fingers to scatter them into the air.

Continue on to Chapter 9

By Girl Lover

Nine-year-olds Bonnie and Jennie had just sat down to eat their lunch in the cafeteria at Reilly Elementary School when Stacy surprised the other fourth-graders around her. “Did you know there’s a lesbian bar near my house?!”

The other girls beside her began snickering. “Really?!” “OhmyGod…!” “That’s gross!”

Several chairs away, Bonnie and Jennie were listening in. “What’s a lesbian?” Jennie whispered to Bonnie.

“A woman that likes other women. I saw it on TV.”

Jennie’s eyes grew big as she wondered how such a thing could be. “You mean a woman who falls in love with another woman instead of a man?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Bonnie mumbled, her mouth full of spaghetti.

They were best friends, always together at school. Jennie, very timid and shy, was always quiet around others and never talked to anyone but Bonnie. This was because the other kids were always making fun of her being that she was the only one without a cell phone, always seemed to wear the same dirty clothes everyday, carried an old torn backpack, and was constantly out of the loop as to current movies and music.

A year ago, Bonnie had seen how Jennie was ignored and mistreated, and befriended her. She seemed to be really clumsy, always falling down and getting hurt. Bonnie would sometimes kid her about it and Jennie would go along with it good-naturedly. Though they were the best of friends, Bonnie had never been over to Jennie’s house. Whenever Bonnie would ask if she could come over, Jennie always told her that her parents said it wasn’t a good time. Once Jennie had gone over to Bonnie’s house, but the next day she said she couldn’t come over anymore. She had hurt her shoulder and her mom wanted her to stay home so her arm would heal. She had to wear a brace for two weeks and Bonnie carried her stuff for her. Nobody else even bothered to ask her about it, much less help her. Bonnie wasn’t just her best friend, she was her only friend.

Carol asked Stacy, “How do you know it’s a lesbian bar?”

“My sister told me about it.”

“And how does she know about it?”

“Because she’s been there,” Stacy replied, “It’s across the highway from the theater near my house.”

“What did your sister say they do in there?”

“Well, she says that a lot of the women look like guys, and they talk and shoot pool…” Stacy answered, and then with a mischievous smile, she added, “…and they make out with other women there.”

“EEWWW!” the girls said in unison.

“Oh, you haven’t heard the best part!” Stacy exclaimed. She waited a few seconds for everyone’s attention, then stated, “She says there’s a wrestling ring where they wrestle each other naked!”

“No way!” “You’re making this up.”

“No, I’m not!” Stacy insisted, “My sister told me she saw it.”

“I still don’t believe you. Why would they wrestle naked?!”

“I don’t know!”

At their end of the table, Jennie asked Bonnie, “Do you think she’s telling the truth?”

“I don’t know. It does seem a little weird,” Bonnie replied. “I mean, why would a woman want to wrestle other women naked?”

She took a sip of her milk, thinking about it. Despite being weird, the weirdness gave it a certain appeal. Women who look like guys, women making out with other women, naked wrestling. She stared off into space, a far-away look in her eyes as she tried to imagine it. The more she imagined it, the more intriguing it became, and the more she wanted to see it for herself.

But there was no way that she would be able to. She would have to sneak out of her house, go all the way over there and then sneak back in without getting caught. She would have to put something under her blanket to make it look like she was asleep in case Mom or Dad were to check on her while she was gone….

Bonnie’s eyebrows raised as she stopped sipping her milk. Her parents always came in to tell her good night at about nine o’clock before going to their room. Afterwards, she could put a pillow under her blanket to make it look like she was in bed and she had a wig leftover from Halloween that she could use to be her dark hair to complete the look. She knew the theater and the highway that Stacy referred to. It would only take her about five minutes to get to the theater and then she could cross the bridge. This might actually work.

“Bonnie?”

Bonnie eyes popped open at the sound of her name.

“Whatcha thinking about?” Jennie asked.

“Nothing!” Bonnie quickly said, her face growing warm.

“Are you thinking of going over to that place?” Jennie asked. “That one Stacy is talking about?”

Now Bonnie blushed.

Jennie gasped quietly, pushing her strawberry-blond hair out of her eyes, “You are!”

Bonnie looked down at the table, peering upwards at Jennie. “You don’t think I’m weird, do you?”

“Of course not! I’d kinda like to see it too,” Jennie assured her.

Bonnie smiled in relief.

“I wish I could go with you,” Jennie whispered.

“Why dontcha?”

“I can’t,” she said regretfully, “My mom’s sick and is staying home instead of working tonight.” Then Jennie then grinned slyly, “So… how’re you gonna do it?”

Bonnie bit her lip as she was thinking, “I’m gonna put a pillow under my blanket to make it look like I’m in bed, then I’ll crawl out the window and walk over there.”

“But how’re you gonna get inside?!” Jennie told her, “They’re not just gonna let you.”

“Maybe there’ll be a window that I can peek in.”

Jennie grinned, “I can’t believe you’re gonna sneak out and go over there.”

Bonnie agreed, “That makes two of us.”

*****

That night, Bonnie lay awake in her darkened bedroom. The house was quiet and the only light came from the little nightlight plugged into the wall. Several minutes earlier, her parents had told her good night and had gone to their room. Now she was waiting for them to fall asleep.

Holding her breath, she quietly got out of bed and went to the door. Ever so slowly, she twisted the knob and pulled it open, listening. Then she poked her head out to look at the bottom of her parents’ door to see if their light was out. It was. Hearing nothing, she slowly closed it, making sure to make no noise.

Taking a deep breath, she got to work. She went to her chest of drawers and quietly got dressed. Then putting a couple of pillows under her blanket, she folded and refolded them till they looked like a person with her legs bent under the blanket. She grabbed her wig and carefully placed it on the pillow at the head so that it looked like her.

Going over to the window, she slowly opened it, climbed up on the wooden toy box and stepped through, dropping to the ground below. After slowly closing the window, she quickly ran to the street and then to the corner. Once she was out of sight of her parent’s house, she slowed to a walk and began the journey.

As she walked down the dark, silent street, she tried not to imagine zombies coming out of the shadows. She shouldn’t have watched all those Walking Dead episodes. It was funny how the mere absence of light caused everything to look so different. Definitely scarier.

She came to the intersection and turned left. As she walked, she tried to think of what was on the other side of the highway from the theater. There was a grocery store a little ways down, but she couldn’t think of anything else. She heard a car approaching and quickly leapt into the shadows that the trees cast along the road and watched warily as it passed by, unaware of her. For a second there, she was afraid it was her parents looking for her.

Stepping out again, she looked ahead, seeing the parking lot of the theater, and continued. After crossing the parking lot, she approached the bridge going across the highway. With the cars whizzing by below her, she walked across, scanning the other side and looking at all the buildings. All of them were regular businesses, closed with empty parking lots. After crossing the bridge, she looked left and right, not knowing where to go. To the right, she noticed a parking lot which wasn’t empty, but full. And not with cars, but motorcycles. A lot of motorcycles; more than she had ever seen before. In her excitement, she hurried over.

As she approached, she finally saw it. Lighting up the front of the building with a purple glow was the name, Leather & Lace, written in cursive in purple neon lights. Bonnie looked for a window to peek through, but couldn’t see any. She quickly walked across the parking lot to look at the other side, but upon coming around the corner, she was greatly disappointed to see that there were no windows anywhere. Frustrated, she slowly came back towards the front, thinking how all her efforts were in vain.

As she was wondering about trying to peek inside the door, she heard a loud noise behind her. Scared, she turned around and froze, like a deer caught in the headlights, as a blinding light and a low growling noise rushed up to her. The light and noise were suddenly cut off. A tall, imposing figure climbed off and slowly walked up as Bonnie stared in awe. From the hair and face, she could tell it was a woman, but not like any she had ever seen. Clothed all in black, wearing army boots and a black leather jacket, she embodied fear and respect. Bonnie stared at a tattoo on her upper chest that peeked out from under the neck of her tank top; a winged figure, engulfed in flames, with the words Burning Angels emblazoned above it.

At six feet tall, the woman towered over Bonnie as she ran her fingers through her dark blue hair, then asked, “What are you doing out here?”

Being caught sneaking around by someone who looked more like a demon than a person, Bonnie couldn’t make her mouth work. Her lips just quivered uselessly.

Her piercing eyes penetrating Bonnie, the woman asked, “You with someone?”

Bonnie slowly shook her head, still staring fearfully.

“You lost?”

Bonnie slowly shook her head again.

“Aren’t you a little young to be out this late?”

Bonnie looked down at the ground, feeling like she was in trouble, and whispered, “I… wanted to…” then her voice failed her and she faltered.

The woman tilted her chin up so Bonnie was looking at her and asked, “How old are you?”

“Nine,” Bonnie whispered.

The woman looked at her for several seconds, studying her, then knelt in front of her and asked, “Were you wanting to go inside?”

Bonnie hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded subtly.

The woman grinned at her. “What’s your name?”

“Bonnie,” she whispered.

“I’m Raven.”

“Like the bird?”

The woman smiled. “No, like the bike,” she answered, flicking her thumb toward the black Yamaha R6 motorcycle behind her.

Bonnie glanced behind her at it. Like the woman, it looked both powerful and demonic.

Raven asked, “Why do you want to go inside here?”

Suddenly feeling foolish, Bonnie mumbled, “I heard… there was… wrestling…”

The woman chuckled quietly, “Wrestling huh? Yeah… there’s wrestling. And you wanna see it?”

Bonnie nodded meekly. The woman stood up and held out her hand, snickering, “Come on.”

In a state of shock that she was actually going to go inside after all, Bonnie took the offered hand. The tall woman walked towards the door and opened it. Immediately, a torrent of noise burst from inside, startling Bonnie. The woman led her inside a small dark room with the walls covered by posters.

A large black woman sitting on a stool by a counter looked at Bonnie, “Raven, you know kids ain’t allowed in here!”

“She just wants to see the show.”

The black woman sniffed her disapproval, then warned, “Keep her close. You know how some of those bitches can be.”

Raven looked at Bonnie, grinning, “Yeah.”

Raven walked forward, pulling Bonnie into another world. A world as dark and intimidating as Raven, from the dimly lit interior and loud metal music to the throng of menacing women, most of whom were dressed like Raven, but none of whom looked friendly. Their fearsome stares caused Bonnie to grip Raven’s hand tightly as she was led through the crowded club.

After a minute, Raven stopped in a corner in the back of the club, adjacent to a large stage with a set of three ropes surrounding it. A muscular woman, standing on the stage, watched them as they approached.

Raven put one of her feet up on the stage and began untying her boot. She pulled it off along with her sock, dropping it on the floor, then untied and pulled off her other boot and sock. She then pulled off her heavy black leather jacket and dropped it on top of her boots. She turned to face Bonnie, and to Bonnie’s complete shock, pulled her tank top up over her head, and then dropped it too, revealing large braless breasts along with several tattoos.

With her eyes bulging out, Bonnie’s mouth fell open as Raven then proceeded to unbutton her jeans and pull them off as well, dropping them on top of the rest of her clothes.

Fully nude, Raven told her, “Stay here!” as she grasped the ropes and pulled herself up onto the stage. She walked towards the woman, then looked past her as an Asian woman, equally naked, also climbed up on the stage and approached.

The woman in the middle, the only one still dressed, yelled out to the audience who had now gathered round to watch, in a booming voice that Bonnie was easily able to hear over the raucous din: “TONIGHT! RAVEN…!” she pointed to Raven, who snarled menacingly at the other naked woman “…VERSUS…” she pointed to the Asian woman, who glared back threateningly “…JINX!”

The announcer raised her arms upwards. “WELCOME TO ULTIMATE SURRENDERRRRR…!”

The crowd roared as Bonnie almost peed her pants, partly from fear, partly from excitement, as her mind began to grasp what was about to happen. OhmyGod! It’s true! They really are going to wrestle naked!

The woman in the middle backed up as Raven and Jinx looked at each other for a few seconds. Suddenly Jinx leapt at Raven, who caught her in mid-air, flipped her over and slammed her down. Jinx quickly jumped up as Raven grappled her around the waist. Each holding on to the other, they fell over, straining as they tried to subdue each other.

Bonnie could only stare at this unbelievable spectacle as the women struggled and rolled on the floor of the stage. It was something she never would have believed in a million years, but here it was happening right before her eyes. Stacy was right, she thought to herself. They’re naked… and they’re wrestling, because… who knows!

It was actually quite shocking for Bonnie to watch because the wrestling seemed so brutal. Raven, obviously the stronger of the two, had Jinx pinned down now and, to Bonnie’s shock, had forced her hand inside the other woman’s vagina, causing Jinx’s face to twist in pain.

As she stood gaping at the wild action, Bonnie suddenly felt someone touching her, and turned around. A woman as old as her grandmother was next to her, rubbing her back. “Ain’t you a sweet thing,” the woman said.

Uneasy, Bonnie backed away, bumping into the wall behind her.

The woman came closer. “Hey, I just wanna be your friend,” she slurred the words, obviously drunk. “D’ya wanna go somewhere that ain’t so noisy?”

Bonnie shook her head vigorously and tried to leave, but she had unwittingly backed herself into a corner. The woman grabbed her arm, “Come on… I’ve been watching you tease me with that little tush of yours, so I knows you want it.” She pulled Bonnie out of the corner and though Bonnie tried getting away, the woman was remarkably strong.

From out of nowhere, a hand shot out and grabbed the old woman’s arm, twisting it so that she cried out and let go of Bonnie. As Bonnie watched in surprise, Raven, standing behind the woman, spun her around and slammed her up against the wall. With a threatening glare, Raven growled, “Fuck off!” The woman seemed to quickly sober up as she stared wide-eyed back at Raven for a second, then shuffled away.

Raven watched her leave before turning back to Bonnie, “Are you okay?”

Bonnie nodded her head.

Raven bent down, picked up her jeans and pulled them on, getting dressed as Bonnie watched her silently, not knowing what to say. After she was dressed, Raven took Bonnie’s hand and led her over to the bar, where they each took a stool. “Guinness,” she told the woman behind the bar, then turned to Bonnie, “You want anything?”

“……,” Bonnie whispered.

“What?!” Raven asked. “You need to speak up.”

“Can I have a Mountain Dew, please?” Bonnie said a little louder.

Turning to the bartender, Raven told her, “Also a Mountain Dew.” As the bartender handed them their drinks, Raven asked Bonnie, “So, what did you think of the wrestling?”

Bonnie was silent, not knowing what to say, then asked, “Why do you wrestle naked?”

Raven grinned, “Because it’s sexy,” causing Bonnie’s face to wrinkle in confusion.

“Why did you put your hand in her…?” Bonnie was unsure how to finish her question.

Raven grinned again, “Because I like to dominate girls.”

“What’s that mean?” Bonnie asked.

“I like them to know that I’m stronger than they are.”

“But you hurt her.”

Raven snickered, “No, it looked like I was hurting her, but I wasn’t. It’s a game we play. We pretend that we’re mad at each other, but it’s just fun.”

She looked out across the room for a few seconds, then yelled out, “JINX!” and waved her arm.

Bonnie watched as the Asian girl, Jinx, came over.

“Hey, this is my friend, Bonnie,” said Raven. “She’s worried that I hurt you up there.”

Jinx snickered as she smiled down at Bonnie, “No, she didn’t hurt me at all.”

Turning back to Raven, she added with a sly smile, “It felt good. Very good. Where’s Kala?”

“Sparring at the gym,” Raven replied.

“Tell her I said hi,” Jinx said as she walked away.

“Okay,” Raven called after her, then turned back to see Bonnie staring at her chest. After watching Bonnie inquisitively for a while, she said, “You never told me why you wanted to watch wrestling here.”

Bonnie blushed embarrassingly and her face fell to the floor as she mumbled, “I… w-was… curious… and… and…”

Fuck, she is so cute! Raven thought, as she reached over and brushed a lock of hair from Bonnie’s forehead, then tilted her face up, “Hey, there’s nothing wrong with being curious. Did you like it?”

Smiling nervously, Bonnie nodded her head.

“What did you like about it?” Raven asked, wondering if she would say what Raven suspected.

Once again, Bonnie looked down in embarrassment. Raven told her, “It’s okay. I won’t be mad or laugh at you. Was it because we were naked?”

Bonnie blushed more than ever, and again Raven watched as the girl’s eyes glanced at her chest, then… after several seconds, she barely nodded her head, too ashamed to even look in Raven’s eyes.

To Raven, this was the cutest, most erotic thing she had ever seen. She had never paid attention to kids before, but there was something about this girl that drew her. Something about how she kept looking at her chest and how she was so shy. Raven began having a thought. A dangerous thought. She slowly licked her lips in concentration.

She leaned closer to the little girl and asked, “Bonnie? Would you like to see me naked again? At my house?” She watched Bonnie carefully to see how she would react. Bonnie’s mouth dropped open in surprise and a look of excitement crossed her face. Bonnie remembered her parent’s warnings about going with strangers, but Raven didn’t really seem like a stranger after all this. She slowly nodded.

Raven thought back to that Disney cartoon, Alice in Wonderland, that she used to watch when she was a kid. She remembered Alice falling down the rabbit hole into a land that was both wonderful and dangerous. She was Alice now, perched on the edge of the rabbit hole. Should she jump in and experience everything that Wonderland had to offer, including the dangers? Or should she stay here where it’s safe?

She jumped in.

Raven hopped off the stool and extended her hand towards Bonnie, smiling. Bonnie looked at it, then at Raven smiling at her. She stepped down off the stool and took her hand. Raven led her through the mob and out the door.

Stepping outside into the dark, empty night, the roar of the metal music disappeared behind the closing door and was replaced by the hum of the traffic racing along the nearby highway. Still holding her hand, Raven walked towards her motorcycle as Bonnie began to realize that she too was going to be riding on it.

With a mixture of both excitement and nervousness, she approached, wondering how to even get on as Raven put the key in. As Bonnie stood there, she was suddenly lifted up into the air, then lowered down on top of it. Before she could absorb this, she felt Raven’s body pushing her from behind and quickly turned to see Raven sitting behind her. Raven’s arms reached around her, grasping the handle bars, then suddenly the bike roared to life. Though not nearly as loud as a Harley, it was definitely louder than a car and Bonnie began feeling afraid of falling off.

As if reading her thoughts, Bonnie heard Raven’s voice next to her ear, “Don’t worry. I won’t let you fall.”

Suddenly, Bonnie saw the bike moving and grabbed the gas tank in front of her fearfully as they slowly began to pick up speed. With a slight jolt, the bike left the parking lot and was on the road. As they went faster and faster, Bonnie held onto the gas tank tightly. But after several seconds, she became accustomed to it and calmed down. She had ridden a lot of the rides at Six Flags in San Antonio, so she was used to the feeling and was soon enjoying it. Feeling the wind in her face and roaring in her ears, it felt like she was flying. This must be what it feels like to ride a speeder bike in Return of the Jedi, she remarked to herself. Passing by the cars alongside them, she couldn’t help but smile at the drivers.

After a short while, Raven slowed and turned off onto a street, then turned again, before finally pulling into the driveway of a duplex. Slowing down, the bike headed towards a garage door that raised up as they approached, letting them inside. The bike stopped and Raven turned off the engine. Bonnie again felt herself being lifted up in the air and set onto the ground.

Raven got off and walked towards a door to the left. As she opened it, she pushed a button, closing the garage door and stepped inside, walking through a small kitchen into a living room. Bonnie followed, looking at everything in the living room, which wasn’t much. There was a couch, with some exercise weights beside it, and a shelf with some CDs and a CD player, and that was about it.

Raven walked through into another room which was a bedroom. Pulling off her boots and jacket and dropping them on the floor, she smiled at Bonnie who looked lost, “You can come in.” Bonnie took a few steps and stopped.

Raven pulled her tank top over her head, dropping it on top of her jacket, then unbuttoned her jeans and shucked them off, so that she stood naked before the girl. Bonnie froze as she just stared in stunned amazement. Trying not to laugh at Bonnie’s reaction, Raven lay down on the bed while Bonnie continued to watch, not moving at all.

“Bonnie…?” Raven called softly. Bonnie jerked with a start at the sound of her name.

“Come over here,” Raven encouraged, patting the bed.

Bonnie’s eyebrows raised in surprise and she shuffled forward till she was standing next to the woman.

Raven smiled up at her, “You can touch me if you want.”

Glancing at the naked body lying before her, Bonnie couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Really?” she whispered.

“Really. You can touch me anywhere you want, and do anything you want.”

“I can even touch your…?”

Raven reached out and stroked the girl’s arm with a finger, repeating slowly, “Anywhere you want. Anything you want.”

Bonnie’s heart pounded and her breathing became heavier as she felt heady. All she had hoped for was to simply see two naked women wrestling, but this…

“Can you… turn over?” she whispered.

Raven rolled over onto her stomach.

“On your hands and knees?”

Raven did so, smiling to herself as she wondered what Bonnie had in mind.

“Wooow…” Bonnie softly breathed out.

Raven looked over to see what the child was looking at, and to her amazement, saw her staring at her hanging boobs as if they were a unicorn. Utterly enthralled, Bonnie slowly reached out a trembling hand and ever so lightly touched a breast. Her hand jerked back slightly as if she had been shocked, but then she reached out again and poked the nipple, pressing it inwards, then slowly glided her finger around and over it. After a minute, she placed her entire hand on the breast and gently squeezed. “It’s so soft,” she whispered.

Raven was just as amazed at Bonnie’s reaction. Of all the women she had been with, Raven had never seen an effect like this. A child experiencing something for the first time. The curiosity. The wonder. The joy. It turned Raven on in a way that she had never felt before.

Bonnie pushed her boobs back and forth, watching them jiggle, then took a nipple in between her finger and thumb and pulled it downward. For the next several minutes, she devoted all her concentration to them, doing all manner of things to them. It was like… a kid playing with a new toy, Raven realized.

Then Bonnie turned her gaze on the rest of Raven’s body and saw the pubic hair between her legs. She reached out and gently touched it, asking, “How come you have all this hair?”

“Because I don’t shave.”

“But I don’t have any hair.”

“You will.”

Running her hand lightly over it, Bonnie exclaimed, “I like how it feels.”

“Me too,” Raven sighed as she felt Bonnie’s little exploring fingers pressing against her skin.

As Bonnie moved around behind to get a better look, she excitedly cried out, “OhmyGod! You have these… these floppy things hanging down and there’s a metal ring going into one of them!”

Raven couldn’t hold back her laughter as her head fell onto the pillow.

“What’s so funny?” Bonnie asked.

Still chuckling, Raven raised her head up again and told her, “I’m sorry. You just sound so funny. Those are labia.”

“Lay-bia?” Bonnie slowly pronounced it, “Did it hurt?”

“Did what hurt?”

“That ring thing.”

“Not really.”

“It looks like it would hurt. Why’d you do it?”

Raven looked back at Bonnie as the girl peered at her upraised butt. “It feels good during sex.”

Bonnie gave a slight gasp as she asked, “You have sex?!”

With a quiet chuckle, Raven answered, “Yes.”

“What’s it like?”

“Sorta like this.”

“Like what?” Bonnie asked.

“What we’re doing.”

“This?! You mean we’re having sex now?!” Bonnie asked incredulously.

“Almost, except there’s more.”

“Like what?” Bonnie asked.

“Other things… like touching my pussy.”

“Your cat?!”

“No. This.” Raven pointed to her pussy.

“That’s your missy.”

“This is a pussy,” Raven corrected her.

“Why’s it called a pussy?”

“I don’t know. It just is.”

“So, touching your… pussy is having sex?”

“Among other things.”

Bonnie reached out and slowly stroked the outside of Raven’s vulva and asked, “You mean like that?”

Breathing out a quiet laugh, Raven rolled over onto her back, then used her hands to hold her pussy lips open. “Touch it in here.”

Bonnie exclaimed excitedly, “Whooaa… it’s all pink inside!”

Another quiet chuckle. Raven suggested, “Try touching it.”

Bonnie, skeptical about touching a place that pee comes out of, gingerly poked it with one finger. “And it’s warm too… and wet.”

Raven’s sides silently shook with each hilarious comment.

“Is it wet cuz it’s pee?” Bonnie asked.

“No,” Raven answered as she tried to stifle her laughter at how cute the girl was.

Bonnie crawled up onto the bed and bent over to look at it more closely. Seeing a small dark hole, she poked her finger into it, asking, “Is this where pee comes from?”

“No, that’s a little higher,” Raven answered.

Bonnie noticed that her finger kept going in deeper, and when she got to her palm, she asked, “How deep is this?”

Watching her, Raven said, “Stick your hand in.”

Bonnie looked at her as if she was crazy, “What?!”

“Go ahead. Try it.”

Squeezing her hand into a fist, she pushed slowly inward. A look of surprise and disgust on her face as she watched her hand disappear inside Raven’s body till it finally stopped halfway up her wrist. Gaping at how her arm was sticking out of Raven’s body, she thought, Jennie’s never going to believe this! and looked up at Raven who was smiling back at her while pinching her own nipples.

Bonnie began pulling her arm out, and as it came out, Raven asked, “Can you put it back in?”

“Why?”

“It feels good.”

Bonnie slid her hand back inside, then looked at Raven, “It does?”

“Yeah…” Raven sighed, “Now can you push it in and out?”

With a dumbfounded look on her face, Bonnie pulled her arm out, then pushed it back in, back in forth in succession. “Like this?” she asked.

“Yeah…” Raven breathed out raggedly, staring at her while pinching her nipples. The sight of this little girl fucking her with her fist pushed Raven over the edge, causing her to explode in orgasm. She groaned as it tore through her and felt a torrent of her juices gushing out.

Bonnie felt her arm being squeezed. Scared, she pulled it out and looked in shocked repugnance at how wet it was.

“You peed on me!” she exclaimed to Raven who was staring at the ceiling and breathing hard. Raven snickered silently to herself at Bonnie’s remark, again marveling at the ignorance of little kids.

“It’s not pee. It’s…” Raven tried to think of how to explain an orgasm to a young girl. “It’s… something that happens when I feel really good.”

Raven sat up on the bed and for a few seconds looked at Bonnie who felt embarrassed and glanced down to look at Raven’s breasts. Gently taking Bonnie’s hands, Raven brought them to her breasts. And as Bonnie’s fingers began to squeeze almost instinctively, Raven ran her fingers lightly through Bonnie’s hair. Slowly, Raven leaned closer, watching for any sign of concern.

Bonnie glanced up and whispered, “What are you doing?”

Raven whispered reassuringly, “It’s okay. I just want to kiss you.”

Raven’s lips came closer till they brushed up against the child’s. Slowly, softly, her lips caressed Bonnie’s who just sat there on her knees, her hands still grasping Raven’s breasts but not moving. All her attention was on being kissed. Her first kiss. By a woman. At the same time, Bonnie felt her back being rubbed, which felt really good, just like a massage.

While kissing Bonnie, Raven opened her eyes on a hunch and as she suspected, Bonnie’s eyes were wide open and looking at her. She pulled away, silently snickering and thinking to herself, God, this girl is so fucking cute! She kept rubbing Bonnie’s back, her hands slipping under the hem of the shirt and gliding along her bare skin.

“Did you like that?” she asked.

Bonnie nodded, smiling shyly.

“Do you want to do it some more?”

Bonnie nodded again. Grinning, Raven leaned in and pressed her lips against the girl’s. Not hard, just gently mouthing her lips while rubbing her bare back. Briefly looking to see if Bonnie’s eyes were still open, Raven saw that they were and pulled away slightly, whispering, “Close your eyes.”

They both closed their eyes and continued to kiss while Raven’s hands slid around to the girl’s sides, sliding her shirt up as her nails grazed along her skin, causing Bonnie to shiver, “Ooh…”

Raven pulled away, “Did that feel good?”

Bonnie nodded. Raven continued grazing her nails up and down her body, causing little shivers each time. “Is it okay if I take your shirt off so it’s not in the way?”

Bonnie thought about whether she wanted Raven to see her naked. Seeing how Raven was already naked and was being so nice to her, Bonnie decided to let her. She raised her arms, and when Raven saw this, she grinned and pulled the child’s shirt up over her head, dropping it on the bed.

As her shirt came off, Bonnie covered her flat nipples with her hands. Raven gently coaxed her arms back down, “Don’t be embarrassed. I’m naked too.”

Though shy at first, Bonnie quickly became comfortable as Raven’s hands continued lightly gliding along her chest and back, producing little shivers from time to time. Every time her fingers rubbed her back, they would snake down underneath Bonnie’s pants a few inches. Her fingers kept reaching farther, going deeper with each plunge. Soon, her left hand was cupping Bonnie’s butt cheek while her index finger tickled her butt crack.

Raven watched Bonnie staring at her in surprise. “Is this okay?”

Not sure what to make of it, Bonnie replied, “I think so.”

Raven continued tickling her little bottom while her other hand rubbed her belly. She unbuttoned her jeans, pulled down the zipper, then reached in, sliding her hand inside her panties till she felt the soft folds of her labia. Using her finger to rub back and forth between the labia, she watched as Bonnie first looked at her strangely, then seemed to stare off into space as her breathing deepened and her eyes glazed over.

Oh fuck… is she gonna come? Raven wondered in amazement, Is a girl this young even able to come?

Raven continued to frig her tiny sex and in answer to her question, Bonnie suddenly tensed up, her hands grabbing onto Raven as she sucked in her breath with a hiss, then her body began convulsing as a warbling cry erupted from her and soon died away as Raven slowly stopped her manipulations. Panting heavily, her hands fell down and she simply hung limp in Raven’s arms as the woman lowered the girl onto the bed.

Still panting, it took Bonnie a minute before she was able to get her breath. She looked up at Raven, her eyes still glazed over and her face flushed, whispering, “W-wha… wha happen…?”

Raven stretched out on her side beside the girl, propped up on an elbow. “Felt good, didn’t it?”

Still on her back, Bonnie’s head turned towards Raven. Her breathing was almost back to normal. “How… did you do that?”

Raven reached over and rubbed her belly, saying mysteriously, “That’s sex.”

Bonnie let out a long breath and sighed sleepily, “Mmm… I like it….” Her eyes closed as she continued breathing deeply.

Seeing that she was falling asleep, Raven continued to slowly and lightly rub her belly while admiring her. This was not how she’d intended for her night to go when she had gone over to Leather & Lace to wrestle. She had planned on hanging out a bit and maybe pick up some cute college girl. Instead, she brought home a nine-year-old kid and fucked her.

Raven looked at Bonnie as she slept. She was only nine, but there was something about her that Raven found irresistible. That magical innocence of childhood when you discover things for the first time and… Damn, she’s cute. The way she lay there called some sort of maternal instinct in Raven, making her want to cuddle her in her arms.

Tracing her finger down her cheek and across her chest, Raven knew she was hooked. This was definitely not going to be a one-night stand. She wanted this to continue. But alas, all good things must come to an end and she had to return this girl back home to her parents.

Raven sat up, picked up her clothes from the floor and got dressed. Gently sitting Bonnie up, she called quietly, “Bonnie… Bonnie…” Bonnie’s eyes fluttered, then slowly opened and looked at Raven. “I need to take you home. Here’s your shirt,” Raven handed her shirt to her.

Sleepily, Bonnie looked at her shirt for several seconds as she began to fall asleep again.

“Bonnie!” Raven woke her up again, then snickered to herself as she also got dressed. Bonnie managed to pull her shirt on and crawl off the bed.

Raven went to the small table and wrote something on a piece of paper, then came over and took Bonnie’s hand. “Come on,” she said, leading her out to the garage. Raven wanted to carry her since she looked so sleepy, but she needed Bonnie to wake up for the ride back to her house. As Bonnie stepped out into the garage, the night air began to wake her up.

Raven picked her up and sat her on the bike, then climbed on behind her. Upon starting it up, the bike roared to life, startling Bonnie into waking up fully. Raven guided the bike out onto the street and then they were off, traveling down the road with Bonnie holding on to the gas tank in front of her. Raven drove back to Leather & Lace and then stopped to ask Bonnie where her house was. Bonnie pointed to the bridge and after Raven drove them across it, Bonnie pointed to the road in front of the theater. As Raven drove, Bonnie would point to where she needed to turn. Finally, when they got to the top of Bonnie’s street, Bonnie tapped on Raven’s hand to signal her to stop.

After pulling the bike over and shutting it off, Raven lifted Bonnie down and got off herself. They walked together towards Bonnie’s house. Judging by the houses, Raven knew that Bonnie’s family was rich. Much more than she was. Bonnie suddenly turned into one of the yards and walked towards the side of the house. Stopping at a window, she turned to face Raven.

Raven squatted before her, “Bonnie…”

Suddenly she felt at a loss of words, not knowing how to say what she wanted to tell the girl. After several seconds, Raven said, “I want to see you again.”

She pulled out the piece of paper she’d written on back at the house. “This is my phone number.” She handed Bonnie the paper. “Any time that you want to, call me and… if you want to, we can… do stuff together.”

“You mean sex?” Bonnie asked.

Raven sniffed in laughter, “Yeah, sex.”

Bonnie smiled, “Okay.” Then, after slipping the paper in her pocket, she stepped onto the cinder blocks below her window and with Raven’s help, hoisted herself through the window and into her room. Peering out at Raven, Bonnie told her goodnight and closed the window.

Raven walked back to her bike, thinking about everything that had happened, then drove home.

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Misty Meadow

I live in a small flat on the tenth floor of a high rise block in a council estate in North London. It’s a pretty crummy area, our building being closely surrounded by other tower blocks, the nearest being not much more than twenty-five feet away. They’ve just finished building and families are moving in. I’m luckier than most, because my flat is on the top floor at the end, so only half of my view is blocked.

My name is Misty and I’m twenty-one, having just finished at Uni with a shitty degree and little hope of a decent job. I’m currently employed as an assistant in a flower shop at minimum wage and it’s a struggle to make ends meet. Still, can’t complain, lots of people are worse off.

It’s Saturday morning and I roll out of bed, have a delicious pee, make a cup of coffee and sit out on my balcony on a plastic garden chair. I’m still dressed in my old white cotton nightie, which I’ve had since I was a little girl, so it’s indecently short on me. I don’t care. Who’s gonna see me? A screen to my left gives me privacy from my next door neighbour and if I sit close to it and back from the edge of the balcony, I can only be seen by the flat exactly opposite mine — which has been empty, until now.

But today, I see someone behind the floor-to-ceiling glass wall. The glass door slides open and a young girl steps out, dressed in a short frilly flared skirt and a camisole top that might or might not be an undergarment. Who can tell, these days?

She looks across at me. I can see she’s pretty in the way that little preteen girls are, cuteness mixed with innocence.

I decide to play a little game. I’m going to pretend that I don’t even notice that she’s there, and then be a little careless about how I’m sitting. Knowing that my nightie doesn’t cover what it should, and being the dedicated exhibitionist that I am, I make things more interesting by lifting my heels up onto the edge of the chair and parting my knees twelve inches or so.

Now I know my cunt is visible and my excitement builds. I gaze off to the right, apparently enjoying the view of London’s rooftops, “unaware” that I’m being watched. A little shiver of excitement runs through my body.

I love showing off my cunt to other girls. Did I mention I’m gay? I like to expose myself, and I like looking at cunts and doing all sorts of unmentionable things with them.

From the corner of my eye I can see the little girl staring at me. She’s close enough that I can see the smile on her face. Then, as my excitement builds, she steps back inside and comes back immediately, holding up a phone. It looks like she’s taking a picture of me, but as she continues to hold the phone without moving, I realize she must be taking a video.

Oh, this is precious! My cunt is being filmed! I carelessly let my knees fall further open so that I’m now in a pose that can only be described as lewd. Nothing more happens for about twenty seconds, except that my heartbeat steps up.

I’m gonna let you into a secret. I’m not only an exhibitionist lesbian, but I’m also into little girls. Yes, I’m a fucking paedophile, but not one of those monsters who lures kids into a rusty old van, drives off to the woods and molests them, no. (They’re always men, anyway). I’m just a nice girl who happens to get sexually aroused around little girls.

They have to be old enough to have sexual feelings (I was eight when I had my first crush on another girl, nine when I started masturbating), but not past puberty. If their tits are just budding and their pubic hairs are just a wisp, that’s fine, but as soon as they blossom into young women, my inner child-lover turns off, and I regard them in a different light. Now they have to be approached differently. Their innocence and vulnerability are gone, but they’re more available in a direct way — so yeah, I do have hot sex with teen girls and mature lesbians. But adult sex arouses a different type of lust in me, more aggressive and direct. This could be a result of being seduced by a teacher when I was thirteen, who taught me the delights of cunnilingus, rimming, fisting, watersports, nipple play and, as you’re discovering, showing off my cunt to any female who wants to see it. I have no idea why I’m so aroused by little girls, though.

You can find me on several websites, posing with other naked girls, happy to let ourselves be seen by the whole world. But I digress.

The girl steps back into her flat — and though I patiently wait, she doesn’t reappear. Eventually, I give up and go inside to take a shower.

Coming back into my living room naked, drying myself off with a towel, I look across the way and the girl is there again, with her phone. I wonder if she can see me through the glass. Without making eye contact, I slide my glass door open and stand just inside, dragging the towel across my back to dry it. Then I turn, open my dresser drawer and select a pair of ordinary white cotton knickers, the kind you buy at Marks & Spencer’s, three to a pack. I drop the towel, pull the knickers halfway up my thighs and leave them there. I put my hands on my bum and arch backwards as though stretching, then bring one hand round to my front and run a finger up and down my cunt.

Then I turn sideways and look at myself in the mirror. I have to admit I look pretty hot. There’s something about knickers at half-mast that looks sexier than mere nudity. I slowly pull them all the way up, nice and tight to create a camel toe, then put my hand down the front and push my middle finger into my cunt. I pump it in and out a few times, knowing that from her flat the action, in profile, will be quite evident, then I pull my hand out and suck my finger.

Figuring that’s enough of a sex show for the moment, I put on a white singlet that shows my nipples off nicely and a pair of skimpy nylon jogging shorts. No, I’m not gonna jog, no way. It’s just a sexy outfit that lets me show off my legs. I step back into the doorway and look across, just in time to see the girl disappear back into her flat.

*****

It’s after lunch and I’m back on my balcony, sitting on my chair, reading a paperback, keeping an eye on the flat across the way. I’ve taken my jogging shorts off. Who knows, my little nymphet might appear again. I have my own phone handy, just in case.

Eventually, my patience is rewarded. I see her come out onto her balcony, dressed as before. She looks across at me and I pretend to be reading, but I’m holding my phone flat against the cover of the book, hoping that she won’t notice it — or if she does, she’ll play the same “unaware” game as I am.

Without looking at me, she lifts one leg and puts her foot on the balcony rail, a difficult feat because it’s a metre high. I fumble with my phone and manage to start recording a video. Her lifted leg exposes a sizeable area of her white knickers as she adjusts the strap of her sandal. I zoom in. Then she lowers her leg and does the same with the other. It would’ve been much easier for her to simply squat down and fix her footwear, but then I wouldn’t have got such a terrific upskirt shot. Then she steps inside the flat and turns to face me again, unfastening the side of her skirt and letting it fall to her ankles. She has on the same kind of knickers as mine, plain white cotton. My heart is racing. The girl lifts her cami over her head, shakes her hair free and tosses it aside. She looks utterly delicious, a sweet preteen angel wearing nothing but knickers. My inner paedophile is now wide awake, eager for more. She turns her back to me and slides her knickers all the way down, bending forward as she does so, offering me a view of her lovely little bum. Then she disappears from sight.

I look at my phone. I’ve caught it all perfectly. When I zoomed in, it was as though I was about eight feet from her. The definition is crisp, the lighting perfect. If she’d zoomed in with her phone this morning, then she’d captured a thrilling view of my cunt, and right now the thought is making me wet.

I get up, go inside, close the door and partially close the curtain to darken my room, then lie on my bed, push my knickers down to mid thigh and put a hand between my legs. Holding my phone with my other hand, I play the video — the classic upskirt and the dropping of her skirt, the exposure of her perfectly flat chest with its tiny nipples, and the descent of her knickers, revealing her tight little bum cheeks. I don’t have to frig myself for long before I come, a delicious wave of paedo lust sweeping over me.

*****

It’s Sunday morning and I’m in the corner mini-mart, looking for a bottle of bargain wine. It’s much cheaper than drinking in a pub, and I can spend the time saved surfing for child porn. The pickings are slim, these days (the porn, not the wine), but I have managed to assemble an impressive collection of still pictures of naked little girls, all carefully stored on thumb drives hidden in my flat. I’m not gonna leave that dangerous stuff on my computer or phone.

I look down the aisle and my heart skips a beat. There she is! The girl on the balcony, wearing the same skirt but with a cotton vest. It’s clearly an undergarment, but on a girl as young as she is, it wouldn’t invite comment. Oh, it’s my lucky day! I walk up to her.

“Hello, neighbour,” I say, giving her a friendly smile.

She looks up, goes blank for a second, then recognises me. A grin breaks out on her face. “Hello,” she says.

“Have you just moved in?”

“Yeah, last week, me and my Gran.”

I smile and in a non-threatening tone ask, “You weren’t by any chance taking a picture of me yesterday?”

“It was a video,” she confesses, grinning. “I wasn’t sure you’d noticed.”

“How did it turn out?”

“Awesome!” she says, using the only adjective that kids seem to know these days. “You were very naughty.”

I move closer and whisper, “I love being naughty. I’m a very bad girl. Do I get to see the video?”

She hesitates. “All right.” She pulls her phone from the pocket of her skirt, turns it on and hands it to me. There I am, sitting on my chair, my cunt just visible between my thighs, and then I lift my feet up and the camera zooms in so it seems like I’m just a few feet away. My legs spread and there’s my cunt, on display for the whole world to see. I’m looking away, apparently unaware. The picture wobbles a bit, zooms out then back in for a final look and the screen goes dark. It lights up again, showing me with my towel, showing my cunt again and briefly frigging myself. Sucking my finger was a nice touch, I had to admit.

“Oh, my God!” I laugh. “Look at me. Look at little Misty showing off her cunt. Oh, how precious!”

She gives me a puzzled look. “You’re not little.”

“I like to think of myself as little. I like little girls, too. What’s your name?”

“Cherry.”

“And you live alone with your grandma?” I want to know who else might be able to see my cunt.

“Yeah, but don’t worry, she’s half blind and everything’s a blur to her. She can’t see across to your flat and she never looks at my phone.”

“That’s good, ‘cos when it’s sunny, I sit out on my balcony with nothing on and get an all-over tan. If I sit in the corner, yours is the only flat that can see me.” I impulsively decide to be completely honest with her. “I have a confession to make. Yesterday afternoon, I took a video of you undressing.”

She giggles. “I know. I could see you trying to hide your phone with your book.”

“Wanna see it?”

“Ooh, yes,” she says, eagerly. So I take my phone out, start the video and hand it to her. “You can see up my skirt,” she says, but not in a complaining way.

“No shit. Don’t tell me that leg lift thing was accidental, either.”

She giggles. “The rail was a bit high, but it worked, didn’t it? Oh, look at me in my knickers! I was naughty, too.”

“And you have a lovely bum, Cherry.”

She hands my phone back to me. “So we’re even, then?”

“It’s not a contest, it’s just a game. I like being naked around my friends and I’ve decided that you’re gonna be my friend.” She glows. I continue, “As it happens, there are naked pictures of me on the internet. You can look at them if you want. Anyone can.”

Her eyes go big. “The internet? Wow! You must really like showing off your… ”

“…Cunt,” I say. “Don’t you?”

“I… I’ve never shown it to anyone. Even Grandma never sees it, ‘cos of her eyesight.”

I decide to take the plunge. “Would you like to come up to my flat and look at my pictures, Cherry?”

She nods, eagerly, and I grab the cheapest bottle of wine I can find while she loads her basket with frozen dinners, we take turns paying, then we leave. I take her hand as we walk back to my building, where we catch the lift up to the tenth floor.

On the face of it, it would seem unlikely that a girl whom I met just minutes ago would willingly accompany me to my flat. Hasn’t her gran ever told her not to go with strangers? But in our case, all caution was set aside once we’d dealt with the fact that we’d surreptitiously been filming one another. That set up an immediate bond, and we’re now two individuals who’ve conspired to do something wicked together. We could blackmail each other if we chose, but then why would we?

In my flat, I put her groceries in my freezer so they won’t thaw, then pour a glass of wine for myself and half a glass for Cherry. As young as she is, I’m guessing ten or eleven, that’s about as much as I dare risk.

She sits on my bed (the flat is really just a bed sitter plus a bathroom and kitchen), her back against the headboard, knees up under her chin. I can see the gleam of white knickers between her thighs. I aim my phone at her and the flash goes off. She grins and lets her knees fall apart, giving me another beautiful upskirt shot. I show her the pictures and we laugh.

Then I sit at my computer and boot it up. She comes and stands beside me, her hand on my shoulder. I find the website that features me and some friends, naked in a field. There’s nothing especially lewd, but our cunts are perfectly visible. I don’t show her the lesbian video I starred in, because it looked a bit staged with a lot of fake panting and gasping, and neither of us even came.

“You’re very pretty, Misty,” she comments.

“Not half as pretty as you, Cherry,” I say sincerely. “When I was your age, I was a lot prettier than I am now. Like you, I looked like a perfect little angel, though I was always very naughty.”

“Like how?”

“Oh, I used to pee through my knickers in public. I’d just let a little bit go, just enough to get them wet. My aunt who brought me up used to spank me for it. She’d take me across her knee, lift my dress, pull my knickers down and slap my bum cheeks. It never hurt, though I’d pretend it did. I think she just liked pulling my knickers down.” She giggles. “Little girls’ bums are so cute. I have some pictures. Wanna see them?”

“Oh, yes!” she says, her eagerness quite evident.

I take one of my thumb drives from its hiding place (I’m not gonna tell you where) and plug it in. This is the least extreme of my collections, showing preteens as young as eight in their undies with several of them naked, either innocently or in quite lewd displays.

Cherry stares at the screen as I scroll through them. I put my arm round her hip. What I really want to do is run my hand up the inside of her thigh and rub my finger on her knickers where it really counts, but I don’t want to get ahead of myself.

“What do you think?” I ask, when the slideshow ends.

“They’re all so pretty.”

“And sexy, like you.”

“I’m not sexy. I’m too young. I’m only ten.”

Oh, my God, only ten! She could be two or three years away from her dreaded puberty, that age when little girls start liking boys and lose interest in the women who love them. I have plenty of time to enjoy my new angel friend.

“Ten’s not too young. I was sexy at ten. I started touching myself in bed at night when I was younger than you.”

“And you still do it? Touch yourself, I mean?”

“Of course. Every girl does that.” I don’t ask if she does, not wanting to make her feel embarrassed if she does, or uncool if she doesn’t. “Can I take some pictures of you?”

Her face lights up. She plonks herself down on the end of the bed and lies back, then lifts her skirt up over her chest. I grab my phone and take a picture.

“Wanna see my cunt?” she asks. When little girls talk dirty, my tummy churns with excitement, and her question is about the dirtiest thing I’ve ever heard from a little girl.

“Oh, my God, YES!” I gasp.

Without another word, she reaches down and pulls the crotch of her knickers to one side so her cunt is fully revealed to me, utterly devoid of hair. To most people, it would just appear to be nothing more than a vertical slit in her prominent mound, but to me it’s a treasure waiting to be explored. My flash goes off as I move about, shooting from different angles, then I kneel for a close up, her cunt filling the lower half of the screen, her smiling face above. “Perfect!” I gush.

“Take my knickers off,” she demands.

My heart is in my throat as I reach out, hook my fingers into the waist of her knickers and slowly slide them down to mid-thigh. I take more pictures as she lies there, her smile getting bigger by the minute. For good measure, I unfasten her skirt and take that off too. Her phone falls out of the pocket and I pick it up and put it on the bed beside her. Now all she has on is her white cotton vest, the scoop neck decorated by a narrow edging of lace. It doesn’t even cover her belly button.

More pictures. I’m now in the realm of creating child porn, but I’m far too carried away to care. She lifts her legs so that her knees are up by her ears and her bum’s up in the air, exposing both her orifices, her thrilling cunt and her darling little rosebud. My phone flashes away every couple of seconds. She lets her knees fall out sideways, creating the lewdest pose possible — and I almost come right there and then.

I drop my phone and kneel on the floor right at the bottom of the bed. “Put your feet on my shoulders,” I say, “then you won’t have to hold them up.” She complies and I gaze at her cunt, now inches from my face. “Can I touch it?” I ask, hoping against hope.

“No one’s ever touched me there before.” I think she’s about to add “no” but instead she says, “You can kiss it if you like.”

Oh, my sweet darling little nymphet, I think, you’re driving me crazy. I can detect the faint aroma of sex coming off her, a lighter, sweeter aroma than the smell of adult pussy — and I inhale deeply.

Unable to wait any longer, I lower my head, my pursed lips planting a kiss right on her slit. Cherry’s hand strokes my hair. I extend my tongue, searching for her vulva, feeling her shiver with delight. I drag my tongue down and then all the way up to her clit, teasing the tiny bump that will soon be the source of the best of her pleasure, then go back to tonguing her vagina again.

I come up for air and gaze up at her. She’s holding her phone up high, taking selfies of us as I eat her pussy. Oh, God, she’s so beautiful!

Her radiant smile makes my heart flutter. “That was nice, Misty. Do it again.”

I’m more than happy to comply. I could spend the rest of my life with my face between her slender thighs. Another deep breath through my nose, and I’m down in there again, in heaven, thrilled to be teaching a little girl about the joys of cunnilingus.

Wanting to show her even more, I lift my head, slip my middle finger in my mouth to moisten it, then press its tip to her cunt. Her legs spread even wider in invitation and I carefully push it inside. My finger meets no resistance. Her hymen has already been invaded, by whom or what, who knows? She gasps.

“Does it hurt?”

“No, no! Don’t stop. Push it all the way in. Oh my God! It feels amazing. You’re setting me on fire!”

I can’t help but smile. “This is finger fucking. Girls like me do it to themselves when there’s no one else to do it for them.”

Cherry’s cunt is wet, the aroma of sex getting stronger. Her eyes are tightly shut, her face contorted in what looks like pain, but I know is ecstasy. She gasps and her hips buck up and I pull my finger out and clamp my lips on her cunt. She lets out a little cry, then slumps back on the bed.

Did I make her come? I raise my head and look at her. Her laboured breathing slowly comes back to normal, and she opens her eyes and gazes at me adoringly.

“Oh, Misty,” she murmurs, “I came. You made me come. So that’s what it’s like. Now I know what all the fuss is about. It was awesome! It was the most thrilling thing that’s ever happened to me.”

I lift her feet from my shoulders and gently lower them to the bed. She lies there, smiling at me.

Her phone is on my nightstand, where she left it. I hand it to her. “Now it’s your turn to take pictures of me,” I say, sliding my shorts down and taking my T shirt off. Her phone flashes.

“Misty in just her knickers,” she murmurs, “Oh, how delicious! I love your tits and your nipples are so big.”

“Wanna see my cunt again?” I ask and, without waiting for a reply, ever so slowly begin to slide them down as the camera flashes as fast as she can take the shots. When my knickers are at mid-thigh, I lace my fingers behind my head and push my hips out.

“You like it, Cherry?”

“It’s gorgeous! Will my cunt have big lips like that when I grow up?”

“It will,” I say, parting them with my fingers, “and you’ll have a nice little clit like this for your girlfriends to play with to make you feel good.” It pokes out between two of my fingers. I let my knickers fall and move close to the end of the bed, pushing her back so she lies down.

I kneel over her, shuffling forwards until I straddle her face, her upper arms pinned down by my calves. “Take a good close look, Cherry. I love it when little girls look at my cunt.”

She gazes intently at my dripping wet pussy, then brings her forearms up over my thighs and uses her fingers to part my lips. A fleeting thought crosses my mind as I think how exciting it would be if I just let my bladder go and peed on her lovely face, but it’s way too soon for that. In the days to come, I’ll carefully introduce her to watersports, to fisting, to anal play and the delights of dildoes — everything a young lesbian ought to know about.

Her huge eyes seem to say “I love you, Misty,” as I inch forward, until my cunt is just inches from her sweet mouth.

“Can I kiss you?” she asks.

I don’t need to answer.

Continue on to Part Two

By Purple Les

I was sitting next to Mom on the couch, my head resting on her chest and my legs under me. I was sort of just lying against her, and she had her arm around me with her hand on my shoulder.

“What I am going to tell you, Katy, is between just you and me. I mean, anything I tell you now you can talk about with Aunt Billie, Aunt Sue, Sammie, and Penny, but no one else. Understand?”

I told her I did, and then Mom took a deep breath and said she would try to make it so it would make sense to me, she hoped. “You see, Katy, I am a lesbian. You know what that is, right?”

I nodded and said they are girls who like girls for sex.

“Well, a real lesbian loves women the way other women love men, and sex is a big part of that love. I guess you must know a lot of things about sex from reading the stories at Juicy Secrets, don’t you?”

I said I did, and Mom said that would make it a little easier for her to explain stuff to me.

“When I was fifteen, I knew I only cared about other girls as far as sex went. I couldn’t talk about it, not to my parents for sure, and not to my friends. I kept it secret. When I would masturbate…” Mom smiled at me ’cause I think I was blushing. I was sort of trying to picture her doing that. “Yes, honey, your Mom loves to masturbate, been doing it since I was thirteen. That’s why I was surprised that you had started so young.

“Anyway, when I went away to college I met a girl who — well I don’t how she knew, but she knew I liked girls — and she knew I had never been with one. She taught me everything about girl love. We had a great time for almost six months. Then she broke up with me.”

“Why did she break up with you, Mom? She must have been crazy to leave you.” Mom kissed my head.

“Oh… well, one night she asked me what I would think about when I masturbated, and I told her my favorite thing was thinking about girls. She laughed and said, ‘Duh, like, don’t we all.’ So then I told her I thought about young girls, like ages five and up to our age and older. That I didn’t know why, but thinking about young girls really made me hot. That I loved the way they looked.

“She asked me if I had ever done anything for real like that. I told her the only person I’d ever had sex with was her. She asked me if I ever had the chance and didn’t think I would get caught and there would be no harm to a child, if I would have sex with a little girl. I told her that I didn’t know for sure, but I loved the idea of it. She told me I was a sick, dangerous person, and she never wanted to see me again.”

I thought Mom looked like she was going to cry. I knew my Mom wasn’t sick or dangerous. Why would someone say that to her?

“Well, Katy, I thought she was right and I hated myself. Then I met your father in my art class. He was funny and good looking and smart. He made me laugh and we started seeing each other, going for beers and pizza and out to movies, or just walking and talking.

“I liked that he never tried to kiss me or anything. We had so much in common. One night we started to talk about sex, not like talking about having sex but talking about weird types of sex. We had each other laughing, some of the things people do for enjoyment can be very odd, but harmless mostly. I started to cry, and I told him I liked girls. He dried my tears and laughed, and he told me he liked boys. Then we were both laughing.

“We thought it was quite a joke that we had sort of fallen in love, but we were both gay. We loved each other, just not in a sexual way. Then I told him I had only been with one woman, but that what I thought about was too weird to say. But he got me to tell him that I thought about sex with young girls.

“He said that he couldn’t believe it because he thought about sex with young boys! I asked him if he had ever, you know, been with a boy. He said he only had sex with one other guy, he took a deep breath and said, ‘I guess I am worse than you, I only have sex with my brother.’ That’s your Uncle Peter, Katy.”

I just nodded my head and asked her to keep telling me about it. It was so cool to have Mom telling me all this stuff. I had heard stories about things when they were young, you know funny things, but never nothing cool and sexy like this. Maybe that was why I liked girls, ’cause Mom was a lesbian, but then I asked Mom how I got born and stuff.

“Bear with me, Katy. I asked your dad how long that had been going on, and he said since he was ten and your Uncle Peter twelve.

“Then your Dad told me his sister, your Aunt Billie, was a lesbian. He laughed and said it must run in the family. Your dad told me she liked to think about young girls like I did, but that his brother thought having sex with a child was disgusting.

“So, Katy, long story short, we got married. Only your Uncle Peter and Aunt Billie knew the truth, that we married despite the fact we were both homosexual. Of course they had no problem with incest. You know what that is, I guess?” she asked and I nodded my head.

“Well your dad still had sex with his brother, and I began to have sex with Aunt Billie. Aunt Billie had lots of girl friends, and she would sometimes have me join in with her other friends. I think I made up for lost time with her, I had never thought of having so much sex, and I loved it.”

Mom looked happy now thinking back on it.

“Your dad and I decided that we would try to have a baby. I hope this doesn’t sound too weird to you, but we thought if we had a boy your dad would be able to someday have sex with him, and if we had a girl that I could someday have sex with her. We wouldn’t force them to have sex, just bring them up in a very open way and see what happened.”

“What happened, Mom? You’ve never had sex with me!”

“Well, the idea of having sex with you was all that me and Aunt Billie and Aunt Sue talked about while I was pregnant.”

“How did you get pregnant if you were both gay?”

“Well once a month we would have sex, I would pretend your dad was a woman with a dildo, and your dad would do me from behind and pretend I was a boy. We did that once a month for nine months till I finally conceived.” I just nodded my head.

“So Mom,” I said, “Aunt Sue and Uncle Peter were married before you. Did they have sex to have Sammie and Penny?”

“Your Aunt Sue was a friend of Aunt Billie’s. Because of what Uncle Peter does for a living and who he works for, he needed to seem straight. Their marriage is what some call a marriage of convenience. Aunt Sue wanted a child, and they did something called artificial insemination. They used Uncle Peter’s sperm and put it in Aunt Sue, but they never had sex. Aunt Sue was like me and Aunt Billie. She liked the idea of having sex with young girls, but she could never tell Uncle Peter that. When Aunt Sue had Sammie, well she went ahead at a certain point and had sex with her. Later on, she invited me and Aunt Billie to have sex with Sammie also, and we did.”

“Why didn’t you have sex with me?”

“I don’t know, Katy. You sure turned on your aunts, and I would be lying if  I said I never thought about it. But I was so busy bringing you up, and me and your dad so busy trying to make a living, and you with your low blood pressure, not to mention those dizzy spells and your asthma…. well, I guess I was just so busy trying to keep things together I was not even thinking of going down that road. And add to that your dad joining the stupid army and getting himself killed, and I never got around to it, I guess.”

Mom started crying and I tried to comfort her like she would me when I cried. I rubbed her back and told her it was okay and to stop or she would make herself sick.  I hugged her and started to cry, too.

I’m sorry you have to read all this weepy stuff, but I had to tell you about it. Anyway after we were cried out we started to laugh.

Mom said that life was short and if I wanted sex with her she would do it, but that she just couldn’t bring herself to make the first move. I didn’t feel much like sex at that moment, but I wasn’t going to forget what she said, either.

Then the phone rang. It was my friend Mary. We talked for a while and then she said that her parents would be closing the restaurant for New Year’s Eve, and they were wondering if she and her little sister Lucy could stay with me and Mom for the night. I said it would be great, though I was a little disappointed that Mary’s five-year-old sister would be with her. I mean she was cute and a good kid, but she would be hanging around us and she was just a kid.

So I let Mary’s mom, Mrs. Tran, talk to my Mom, and I heard Mom say all the usual grownup stuff, you know, no problem, love to have them, we would just be here anyway, no plans, blah blah blah and yak yak yak. Mrs. Tran loved to talk and pretty soon Mom was mostly just listening. Mom would say, “Yes, of course, I understand, Grace. Yes, uh-huh, oh sure.” I was looking over the back of the couch at Mom on the phone, and when Mom looked at me, I rolled my eyes and moved my hand so my thumb looked like a mouth going up and down. Mom smiled and turned away from me.

“Okay, Grace, I have to go now. It’s time to get Katy to bed. No, no, it’s no bother. Katy’s thrilled to have Mary over for the night. Okay, bye now,” she said and hung up.

“I don’t have to really go to bed yet, do I?”

“No. That was just to get off the phone. She loves to talk. So where should we put Mary and Lucy tomorrow night?” Mom sat back down on the couch with me and pulled me next to her again.

“Well, Mary is small like me, she could share my bed, and you could put Lucy on the couch down here.”

“Wouldn’t you like to be together?” Mom asked. “Lucy’s so cute, and Mrs. Tran says Mary and Lucy share a room, so Lucy might be lonely without her big sister.”

I said I guess so, except I wanted to be alone with Mary, but I guess that wasn’t going to happen. I don’t know why I wanted her alone in bed. We never did anything sexy, but I thought about it a lot. Mary never said anything about sex. She seemed to like boys, always talking about stuff like who would you marry and all that. But at school whenever a boy talked to us at recess, we would run to the fence near the woods and grab it and spit over it and say, “Now we’re free of boy cooties.”

“Katy, do you and Mary, uh, ever, um…”

“No, Mom, not ever. I mean, I guess I think about it sometimes, but I don’t think Mary would like it.” I could feel my face getting hot, and then without thinking, my mouth said something my brain didn’t tell it to. I just blurted out, “Mom, did you like Sammie licking your butthole?”

As soon as it came out of my mouth, I couldn’t believe I’d said that to my Mom. I had to put my hands over my face, and I felt like disappearing. I not only said butthole to my Mom, but I asked her if she liked having hers licked.

Mom pulled my hands away from my face, and said, “Knowing you saw us like that, I guess it’s just as embarrassing for me. Anyway, yes, I do like to have my butthole licked. No one else seems to care for it much. Just me and Sammie seem to really enjoy it. Was it gross for you to see that?”

“Sort of, at first, but then I thought it was pretty cool. Were you licking Sammie’s, too?”

“Yes, I was licking her butthole and her pussy, and yes, she loves it.”

“Mom, I licked Sammie’s pussy! The day you guys all went out, and I never did that before to anyone. But she said I did it good, and I wanted to do it again, but I didn’t get a chance ’cause they all had to leave. I saw her butthole, and I thought about kissing it, but I didn’t know if that was okay.”

So I told Mom all about it. Then Mom told me the first time she licked Sammie, she was maybe six years old. Aunt Sue had Mom and Aunt Billie over to stay for a few days while Uncle Peter was away, and the grownups were having sex together when Sammie came in. Mom covered up and was embarrassed and stuff, but Aunt Sue said it was fine and told Sammie to take her clothes off. Mom told me her and Aunt Billie couldn’t believe all the things Aunt Sue had shown Sammie how to do. Mom said when Penny was born that it was Sammie who showed her how to have sex when she was old enough, and even before that Aunt Sue and Sammie would have Penny in bed with them when they had sex.

I told Mom I felt kind of left out, that they were all having sex and I didn’t even know about it till now. Mom said it just worked out that way, that it didn’t mean they didn’t want to have sex with me. She told me that everyone had sex when the time was right for them. Mom said she knew I had a crush on Sammie, and she was glad that I liked Sammie so much and that I had a good time with her like I did. She also said she was sure we would again.

“So Katy, I guess now you know why I always sent you to bed so early and Sammie got to stay up so late.”

We laughed. I guess it was cool, and I didn’t really mind. I was also kind of horny now thinking about Sammie and Penny having sex and stuff.

Mom was twirling some of the hair on my head with her finger, just kind of absentmindedly like she would do sometimes before she would ask me something. “Katy, if something were to ever happen to me, who would you rather live with? Aunt Billie or Aunt Sue?”

“What’s going to happen?! Are you okay?” I sat up and looked Mom in the eye.

“I’m fine, nothing’s going to happen, but just say something did. Who would you rather live with?”

“Neither, I would just stay here till you came back.”

“What if I was never coming back, ever?”  This was sort of scary to hear Mom say, but I know grownups think lots of odd things.

“I would just live here like always, Mom.”

“Really? What would you do for food and money? How would you get around?”

“Well, I would sell your pickup truck, and buy a horse, and that’s how I would get around. I could ride the horse in races and win lots of money.” I thought it was a very good plan to have just thought up right away like that.

“Well what if Sheriff Johnson said he wouldn’t let you do that, that you had to live with a grownup, who would that be?”

“Aunt Billie.”

“Are you sure? Aunt Sue and Uncle Peter have lots of money, plus a big house in a nice town, and you’d be with Sammie and Penny all the time.”

“Yeah, but Aunt Billie is more fun, and I like that she isn’t fussy like Aunt Sue, she’s more like you, Mom, you know, not all that makeup and fancy clothes you got to worry about. And I would still be close to Mary and everything. Why are you asking all this?”

“No reason, just wondered. Now how about you get ready for bed and we can watch a movie if you want to.”

Well, I was all for that instead of these weird questions from Mom. So I got ready real fast and we watched a movie called Sirens. It was about a priest and his wife and they meet an artist who has all these naked girl models, which was cool, but the parts I liked best were when the priest’s wife would daydream she was bare naked in front of all the people in town. She saw herself naked in church while everyone else had all their clothes on, and then again at a picnic. She was naked in front of women and men, and even kids. Then I was getting sleepy but I saw almost the whole movie. Mom tucked me in and I fell asleep thinking about Mary staying over tomorrow night. I wondered what it would be like to be naked in front of her and her little sister and Mom.

When I woke up in the morning it wasn’t quite light out yet. I thought about seeing Mom and Sammie having sex. I put my hand down my pajama bottoms, and I started to masturbate lying there all warm in bed. As my pussy got more gooey, I thought about more stuff.

I thought about how everyone had seen me bare naked the night I had tried on clothes, and now that I knew how much they liked that, I wished I could go back in time and take off the swimsuit real, real, slow. I thought it would have been neat to just stand there bare naked and let them have a real good long look.

While I rubbed my pussy faster, in my mind I saw Sammie come in and stand by me. While I pulled down the bottoms of the swimsuit, she’d say, “Yeah, look at that sweet ass, everyone!” and the grownups would say, yeah, let’s all kiss her ass and lick her pussy, and Sammie would say, “Katy loves to lick pussy, and she does it good. Let’s line up so she can lick us all!” Then the grownups would all strip naked, and they would hold their pussies open for me and I would lick them all like a kitten with a bowl of milk. And then Mary would walk in and get naked too, and I’d stick my tongue in my Mom’s butthole, and Mary would stick her finger in my pussy while Sammie licked my butthole.

Then Mom would say, “I never told you before, Katy. Meet your little sister.” In my mind, I saw this naked girl who looked like Mom when she was a little kid.

She said, “Nice to meet you, big sis. Lick my pussy. Lick my little pussy right now!” Then there were bright lights even though my eyes were closed, and a roaring was in my ears.

I saw Mom’s face by Sammie’s bare ass, and Mom was saying, “Cum Katy! Cum on your friend Mary’s face! That’s what she wants so bad!”

Then my cousin Penny was there and she wanted to lick my pussy, and I said in my head, “Fuck my fucking pussy with your mouth, Penny! Make me cum on all of you!” I felt so hot, felt so, so, so fucking good. I had been pulled into heaven and everything felt so good that my bones disappeared, and my feet went numb.

Then it was all quiet, except I heard myself breathing real hard. I opened my eyes and there I was alone in bed. My finger was up inside my pussy. I took it out real slow. I was on my tummy, and as I brought my hand out of my pajamas and looked at it, my palm and fingers were all covered with my pussy goo. I was just lying in bed looking at my hand. I wondered what made me think such dirty things when I masturbated.

Then I heard the downstairs door open and Mom shouted up the stairway, “Hey, sleepyhead! Are you getting up sometime today?”

My bed is like from the 1950’s and has all these shelves and stuff built into the headboard. I saw my clock, and it was almost ten in the morning. I heard Mom come up the stairs a little ways.

“Katy, are you up? Are you okay?”

My mouth didn’t seem to work very well.

“I’m okay, Mom. Be down soon.”

I lay there another half hour and heard Mom stick her head in the downstairs door again and go, “Katy, you up yet?”

My body weighed a ton, but I somehow sat up and got my feet on the floor.

I got my robe and my slippers on and came down the stairs like Frankenstein’s Monster, and went to the bathroom. After I peed and washed, I plopped myself down at the kitchen table.

“Did you sneak out last night and go bar hopping?” said my mom. Then she felt my forehead and said, “You okay?”

“Yeah, Mom, I woke up too early and fell asleep again. I’m okay.”

“Alright, I should have got you up sooner maybe, but it’s New Year’s Eve, so I thought I’d let you sleep since you and Mary will try to stay up till midnight, I’m sure.”

Holy cats! I forgot Mary would be over to spend the night! Now I was awake. I would hopefully get to lie next to her all night long in my bed.

“After breakfast — or maybe I should say lunch, lazybones — let’s straighten up around here some.”

“Can Mary sleep in my bed with me, Mom?”

“Hmm, we started talking about that last night, but I don’t think we decided. I suppose it would be okay if she wants to. I’ll give them some options on sleeping arrangements, but you go along with whatever they want to do. They’ll be your guests. Don’t forget that.”

The rest of the day went pretty fast. I guess it does when you sleep half of it away. After I had finished my chores, Mom made me go shower and put on clean clothes. I’d been in my pajamas all day.

We had supper. It was my favorite, spaghetti with olive oil and garlic with lots of cheese on top.

Then we hung out, and at seven o’clock we heard the Trans pull into the driveway.

We were at the side door before they were even out of the car. Mrs. Tran handed Mary stuff, which Mary handed to my Mom, who handed it to me. I dumped it in the living room. Two sleeping bags, two pillows, and a big overnight bag.

Mr. and Mrs. Tran kissed Lucy and Mary goodbye. Then I took their coats and hung them up while they took off their boots.

Mrs. Tran was in the doorway and she said real loud, “If the girls misbehave, you just throw them out the window. Don’t even open it up, just throw them out!”

Mary looked at me and just rolled her eyes. Then Mary and Lucy hugged and kissed their Mom goodbye again.

“Thank you again, Carol,” Mrs. Tran said. “We are so looking forward to having a fun time tonight. You know, we never get out by ourselves for a good time when it’s just us.”

Mr. Tran honked the horn and yelled out the window, “Hey! Hurry it up, Grace! It’ll be next year already before you’re done gabbing!”

“Okay! Okay!” Mrs. Tran answered. “You see what I put up with, Carol? Here’s my cell number in case you need anything or have any problems.”

“You two have a great time, Grace. I know everything will be fine here.”

“Okay, bye now, and Happy New Year! Thanks again! We owe you! You know, this one year we….” HONK HONK! “Okay! I’m coming already! Bye now, Carol,” Mrs. Tran said and trotted to the car and got in. Once she had her seatbelt on, Mr. Tran backed out and drove off.

We were all in the living room. I was pulling games out of the closet. First we played Twister. Mom spun the wheel while me and Mary and Lucy got all tangled up on the spots. Then we played Sorry for a while.

After we finished playing Sorry, Mom said it was time for Lucy to get ready for bed, but that she could watch one of her DVDs that she brought along.

Mom wanted to know if we were all sleeping in the living room in our sleeping bags. I said I wanted to show Mary my room first to see if she wanted to sleep up there. I told Mom we would be up there for a while and Mom said that was okay. Then she said she would get Lucy ready for bed, but Lucy wanted Mary to do that.

Me and Mom looked at each real surprised when Mary just pulled off all of Lucy’s clothes right there in the living room. Lucy wasn’t shy about just standing there bare naked while Mary went through the bag to get out Lucy’s pajamas.

I know we didn’t mean to stare at Lucy while Mary looked for her pajamas, but it wasn’t every day you saw a cute naked girl in your living room.

Lucy saw us looking at herself and laughed. Pointing between her legs, she said, “This is my poochie!”

Mary had the pajamas out. She smiled at her sister and said, “Okay, put these on now. No one cares about your little poochie.”

Once Lucy had her pajamas on, Mom sat with her on the couch while me and Mary ran up to my bedroom.

Continue on to Chapter 5