Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Girl Lover

Jennie grinned happily as she felt the wind blowing through her hair. Kala smiled down at her, enclosed by her arms as they rode through the countryside, taking Highway 183 to Abilene.

A minute later, Raven pulled up next to them and Bonnie, sitting in front of Raven, waved to Jennie, who waved back. Kala pointed toward the side of the road. Raven nodded and the women pulled over. Bonnie and Jennie excitedly jumped down and ran to the barbwire fence that bordered the highway.

“Let’s stretch our legs here,” Kala said to Raven. They climbed off their bikes, shaking out their arms as they smiled at the girls, captivated by the wildlife standing beside the fence.

“Omigod – it’s an actual cow!” Jennie squealed, making Kala chuckle.

Bonnie pulled up some tall shoots of grass, suggesting, “Let’s feed it!” which prompted Jennie to pull up some grass herself.

Watching the girls, Raven commented to Kala, “In her parents’ eyes, and in the eyes of the law, I kidnapped her.”

“Well, that’s not the worst thing you’ve ever done,” Kala told her. “And besides, kidnapping is against someone’s will. She wanted to come.”

“Nobody’s gonna be looking for Jennie,” Raven countered, “but I’m gonna have one of those ‘Amber Alerts’ out on me. The whole fucking country will be looking for us.”

“So why the hell’d you bring her? Especially with all that shit you gave me about not bringing Jennie.”

Raven didn’t answer right away, instead watching Bonnie holding a handful of grass through the fence for the cow. “Same reason you brought Jennie. She needs me… and I need her.”

“What’re we gonna do when we get there?” Kala asked.

“I don’t know,” Raven answered, shaking her head. “Just lay low. And keep the girls right beside us.”

“Bonnie, look! She’s eating my grass!” Jennie exclaimed as the cow chomped the grass in her hand. Bonnie pushed her own fistful of grass closer in the hopes the cow would eat hers too.

After a moment, Jennie asked, “So your parents just let you come with us?”

Bonnie’s face became gloomy. “I ran away.”

Jennie’s eyes grew big, “You did?!”

“My parents found out about Raven and grounded me. They took my phone away so I couldn’t talk to her and put bars on all the windows so I couldn’t get out or anything. It was awful. I missed her so much…”

Forgetting the grass, Jennie hugged her friend, “I’m sorry.”

“Girls, c’mon! We need to get going,” Kala called. Bonnie and Jennie ran over and climbed on again, and they drove off.

*****

Just outside of Abilene, Raven and Kala pulled into the parking lot of a seemingly deserted motel and parked at the end of a long row of about fifty sports bikes. As they turned off their machines, they saw several punk women eyeing them, with dozens more milling about nearby.

Bonnie and Jennie stared in fright at the throng of strange women. Unlike Raven and Kala, they looked mean.

“Girls,” Raven firmly instructed Bonnie and Jennie, “stay here.”

Bonnie and Jennie nodded. Warily getting off the bikes, they started detaching their bags, while Raven scanned the crowd.

As Kala set one of her bags on the ground, Raven told her, “Wait here. Keep the kids outta sight if you can. I’m gonna find Ash.”

With Kala staying behind to protect the little girls, Raven wandered into the scattered punks, her eyes surveying everyone around her.

“Raven!” Raven turned towards the voice. A gruff-looking woman with an Amazonian build grinned at her, “How ya been?”

“Good,” Raven replied. “You seen Ash?”

The woman pointed to another group and Raven walked over, nodding to whomever greeted her until she found a medium-height woman with the left side of her head shaved and sporting an intricate tattoo with the rest of her hair swept over the right side. Raven drew her away from the others, and said, “Hey Ash, I need to talk to you.”

“Sure, what’s up?”

Raven began walking towards the motel office, explaining, “Me and Kala have to sneak something into our room, and I need you to help cover us.”

“Must be too big to put inside a bag.”

“You could say that.”

They stepped into the lobby. After briefly studying the floor plan, Raven told the clerk, “I want room 130, over there in the corner.” Raven paid for the room, and they walked out.

“So, what the hell are you trying to sneak in?” Ash jokingly inquired.

Raven stopped and looked at the other woman. “You and I’ve known each other a long time,” her eyes swept over the crowd in the parking lot, “and you’re the only one I trust here. I need you to keep your mouth shut about this.”

Ash stopped smiling. “Sure, what is it?”

“Over by our bikes.” Raven continued walking that direction.

“Hey, Kala!” Ash greeted her, as she and Raven approached.

When Ash came closer, she saw the two young girls huddling behnd Kala. Her eyes widened. “Sooo, this is what you want to sneak in.” Turning to Raven, Ash said scornfully, “This ain’t no babysitting club. It’s a business. Why’d you bring kids?”

“Had to.”

“What’re you gonna do with ‘em tomorrow morning when we’re rolling?”

“Can’t we leave ‘em here?”

“No way. Right after the job, we’re heading to Weatherford, outside of Fort Worth.”

Raven frowned and looked at Kala, then at the girls who were staring back at her, wide-eyed. “Let’s get ‘em inside now before anyone else sees ‘em.”

They walked quickly into the room, keeping Bonnie and Jennie out of sight until they got inside. Raven locked the door, then asked, “So, what are our options?”

Ash narrowed her eyes at Raven, “If you bring ‘em, they’re gonna be in the way, and Jadis ain’t gonna like it.”

“I know. We’ll figure something out.”

“Well, you better, ‘cause tomorrow at nine we’re hittin’ Bank of America on South 27th. Now,” she looked at Bonnie and Jennie, “how’re you gonna keep the others off these two?”

“Well… that’s what I wanted to ask you,” said Raven. “If you could help us.”

“We need all the help we can get, Ash,” Kala interjected.

“I don’t know,” Ash sighed. “I’ll back you up, but… it’s just us three against all of them.” Shaking her head, she said, “There’s gonna be trouble.”

She went to the door, but before opening it, stopped and said, “Some of us are going to the If Club now. Ya wanna come?”

“Nah, we’ll just stay here with the girls.”

“Okay. Meeting’s tomorrow morning at eight.” She opened the door and left.

Raven sat down on the bed, looking solemnly across the room. Bonnie walked over to her, “Doesn’t she like us?”

“She likes you. It’s just that…” Raven looked up at Kala as the roar of motorcycles filled the air.

“She’s worried,” Kala said. “She’s afraid of those other women out there.”

“So am I,” said Jennie, shivering.

“Don’t worry about it. It’ll be fine. Here,” Raven handed Bonnie the TV remote. “Kala, I’m gonna see who all is here, and then find something for us to eat.”

Raven went out. While Kala unpacked one of her bags, the kids flipped through the channels, trying to find a cartoon.

An hour later, Raven returned with Chinese food. After she handed Jennie and Bonnie each a plate, she came over to Kala, speaking quietly so the girls wouldn’t hear.

“I found out what group we’re in tomorrow. It’s us, Jadis, Diamond, Maya, Lucia, Rayne, Zia, and Ash. After we hit the Bank of America in Abilene, we’re gonna head to Fort Worth and hit two banks there the next day before going south. Jadis told me Bank of America should be a big score because the payroll will be delivered right before we get there.”

“So, what about…?” Kala asked, nodding toward the kids.

Raven slowly shook her head. “I really don’t know. This is why I didn’t want to bring ‘em along.”

Kala looked at Jennie watching TV, laughing at cartoons, and sighed, “I guess we’ll just have to wait and see what happens.”

As Bonnie and Jennie were eating their noodles and watching SpongeBob, Bonnie happened to glance at the bedside clock. It said 3:37. Her eyes loomed huge. “Jennie, it’s after three o’clock!”

“So?”

“School got out at 2:45. My mom’ll be freakin’ out cuz I wasn’t there. She’s gonna think somebody kidnapped me!”

Jennie stared at Bonnie, “What’re you gonna do?”

Bonnie thought for a while, then said, “Nothing. They didn’t care about me when they found out about Raven. They didn’t care at all. Saying she was sick and bad and that she was trying to hurt me and stuff. They actually called the police!” Bonnie frowned, “No… I’m not gonna call them or anything. They didn’t love me.”

The hours passed by. Eventually, Bonnie and Jennie grew tired of watching TV, so Jennie played with her Barbie motorcycle while Bonnie tried braiding Raven’s hair. After she finished that, she leaned back against Raven with the woman’s arms wrapped around her, and read Meg and the Ghost of Hidden Springs. Having been separated from one another for the last three days, they relished every minute of being together again.

Kala took Jennie’s soft cast off and helped Jennie move her arm. “Does it hurt?” she asked.

“No.”

“Can you lift your backpack with it?”

Jennie tentatively picked it up.

“Good. Now try lifting it ten times, okay? You need to exercise your arm since you haven’t moved it much in so long.”

While Jennie did her exercises, Bonnie was being distracted by Raven’s hands… slowly roaming about over her body… along her arms and legs, across her chest, then down inside her pants…

“Raven!” Bonnie cried out.

Jennie looked over. “What’s she doing?”

“Trying to stick her finger in my missy,” said Bonnie.

“EEWWW!” Jennie exclaimed, wrinkling her nose, which caused Kala to laugh.

“Well, I missed you,” Raven said, as she kissed the top of Bonnie’s head.

The nine-year-old leaned back and looked up at Raven. “I know, I missed you too.”

Raven bent down and lightly kissed the child’s mouth. Bonnie reached her arms up around Raven’s head as they pressed their lips together.

“Jennie?”

The other girl jerked slightly, awakened from her trance-like staring at Bonnie and Raven, and turned to Kala.

“How many have you done?”

Jennie thought about it. “Um, I think five.”

“Okay, do five more,” Kala encouraged.

As Jennie continued lifting the backpack, Bonnie snuggled up against Raven and resumed reading her book.

Later that evening, Kala announced, “Jennie, it’s after ten o’clock. You need to take a bath and go to bed.”

Jennie looked from the TV show she was watching with Bonnie, and said, “Bonnie’s not taking a bath.”

“Bonnie’s not my responsibility,” Kala told her. “But we’re getting up at seven-thirty tomorrow morning, so you need to get to bed early.”

“Awww…” Jennie groaned as she got off the bed and walked into the bathroom. Kala went with her and helped her undress while the hot water was running, then took off her own clothes. Once the tub was full, Jennie stepped inside it and sat down, followed by Kala, sitting behind her.

As Jennie soaped up her front, Kala washed the girl’s back. After her back was done, Kala rubbed her fingers along Jennie’s soapy belly. Jennie giggled and squirmed, “That tickles!”

Kala drew Jennie back against her, tenderly kissing her head. The water felt so warm and relaxing, she didn’t want to get out just yet. She grazed her fingers up and down along Jennie’s chest and belly.

“Kala?”

“Hmmm…?”

“Can we do that thing again?”

“What thing?” Kala murmured lazily.

“You know… where I’m a baby… and, um, you’re feeding me.”

Kala’s eyes opened in surprise, peering at Jennie, who was looking up at her in return. The woman grinned at her, “You want to? Now? Here?”

Jennie felt her face getting red as she smiled nervously, “Well, I don’t want them to see me,” meaning Raven and Bonnie.

Chuckling, Kala nodded, “Okay, uh, swing your legs around so you’re sitting sideways across my lap.”

Jennie spun a quarter turn, lifting her legs over the wall of the tub. Kala cradled the child’s head, guiding her mouth towards her breast. Jennie opened her mouth and latched onto the nipple, sucking on it like a straw as Kala stroked her cheek lovingly.

Kala still didn’t understand why this appealed to her as much as it did, and not just in a sexual way either. It was unlike her to enjoy being so… motherly. But for some reason, she liked it, a lot. Jennie had changed her in so many ways, and this was simply one of them.

As Jennie nursed, Kala’s hand drifted down between the girl’s legs, her finger slowly rubbing in a circle, then down into her puffy slit. Jennie opened her legs, spreading them wide, and Kala’s finger carefully burrowed inside, as far as Jennie’s hymen would allow.

Gently sliding her finger in and out, back and forth, Kala could see the effect this was having on Jennie, who’d begun wiggling around in the tub, accidentally biting her nipple from time to time as she sucked. The little girl was breathing hard and whimpering too, quietly at first, but soon louder and louder until her eyes squeezed shut and she let out a long, drawn-out moan. Then she fell against Kala’s chest, out of breath. As Jennie rested, Kala stroked her cheek as she too closed her eyes and relaxed.

*****

KNOCK – KNOCK

Kala awoke, looking at the bathroom door.

“Hey Kala!” came Raven’s voice. “Hurry up! You’ve been in there an hour!”

“You’re shitting me!”

“No! Get your ass out!”

Kala looked at Jennie, who was asleep on her chest, a tendril of drool hanging from her mouth. “Jennie…?” She patted her cheek. “Jennie, wake up.”

The child mumbled something Kala couldn’t catch. Kala carefully picked her up and stepped out of the tub, setting her down.

Upon feeling the cold floor on her bare wet feet, Jennie’s eyes flew open and she squealed, “EEEE…” making Kala laugh. She grabbed a towel and dried both of them off as Jennie’s eyelids started to droop again. After wrapping the soft cast around Jennie’s forearm, Kala took the sleeping girl in her arms and carried her out to the bed.

“What were ya’ll doing in there for so long?” Raven asked.

Ignoring the question, Kala laid Jennie on the bed, then got in beside her, pulling the blanket over them as Raven and Bonnie went into the bathroom together. With her arm across Jennie’s chest, Kala snuggled up to her.

Kala could hear the water running, filling the tub, then it was quiet for a while. She was about to fall asleep when Raven’s voice sounded from the bathroom, “Stick it in deeper.” Kala opened her eyes and turned her head toward the bathroom.

There was silence for a minute or so, then Bonnie’s muffled voice, saying something Kala couldn’t catch, followed by Raven, urging, “Do it on me.” Bonnie said something else, then Raven stated, “It’ll wash off. Go ahead and pee on me.”

Kala rolled her eyes, muttering quietly, “Sick fucks.”

Half an hour later, the woman and the little girl came out of the bathroom and jumped into bed, pulling the blanket over themselves. With their legs intertwined, Bonnie nestled her head against Raven’s chest as Raven held her.

*****

BEEEP…BEEEP…BEEEP…

Raven reached over and turned off the alarm. Bonnie was still asleep. Raven had already been wide awake for an hour, partly from the serene bliss of waking up with Bonnie, and partly from the dread of what was going to happen when the others found out about the girls.

Turning back over on her side, Raven watched Bonnie sleep and marveled at how beautiful she looked. Then she said, “Kala, you awake?”

“Yeah. But I didn’t want to get out of bed just yet. Jennie’s still asleep.”

“I know. So’s Bonnie.”

They lay there for a few more minutes until finally they had to get up. After quickly getting dressed, Raven heated up some leftover Chinese food in the microwave for their breakfast, while Kala went over to her luggage bag and pulled out her Glocks with their holsters.

Kala turned to Raven, “What are we going to tell them?”

“Who? The girls, or the Burning Angels?”

“Both.”

Raven, with a mouthful of rice and orange chicken, chewed thoughtfully, then swallowed. “I’ve been thinking about that for the last hour, and I still don’t know. It’s why I’ve been wondering what it would be like to leave for good.”

“You know we can’t ever do that.”

Raven sighed, “Might as well get the girls going.”

She went over to Bonnie and pulled her to a sitting position, “Bonnie, time to get up now.”

Bonnie yawned, rubbing her eyes. As she slowly opened them, they suddenly flew open wide, “Raven, what’re you doing in my room?!” then, as she looked around, “Oh yeah! I’m not at home anymore.”

Raven went to Jennie and sat her up too, “Jennie, wake up.” She divided up the last of the reheated food into bowls which she handed them, “Here’s breakfast.”

“Chinese again?!” Bonnie protested.

“Yes, again,” Raven answered gruffly, then finished pulling on her leathers.

While the kids ate, Raven and Kala strapped on their holsters and sheathed their pistols. Jennie and Bonnie watched closely, concerned looks on their faces. “Raven…” Bonnie began.

“I’ll explain it to you later. Right now, you and Jennie wait here while we go outside and talk with the women out there. Here, watch TV.” She tossed the remote on the bed.

As Raven unlocked the door, Kala turned to the girls, “Stay inside! Do NOT open the door or look out the window, okay!”

Bonnie and Jennie nodded solemnly, then Raven and Kala left the room.

Outside, everyone in the parking lot was divided into five groups, nine to ten per cluster. Kala and Raven headed toward a group on the far side… with Bonnie and Jennie peeking out through the window curtains at them.

Raven and Kala disappeared into a group, and Jennie asked, “Where’d they go?”

“They’re behind some people,” said Bonnie. “I can still see Kala, but not Raven.”

“What are they doing?”

“I don’t know, but they have guns.”

“Are they going to shoot somebody?”

“I can’t seem them now!” Bonnie exclaimed worriedly. As the girls watched, several of the punk women got on their bikes and rode off.

Jennie was becoming agitated. More women were starting up and riding away. “They’re not going to leave us, are they?!”

She headed for the door as Bonnie told her, “They told us to stay here!”

“But what if they forget us and leave?!”

Bonnie didn’t have an answer for that, and as she kept seeing more and more people leave, she was having doubts too. Jennie opened the door partway, peeking her head out, then watching the bikers ride off, she stepped out. Bonnie followed, looking all around for Raven and Kala.

Suddenly Jennie pointed, “There’s Raven!” She ran toward her, calling, “Raven!” but as she reached her and the woman turned around, both girls saw that it wasn’t her.

Farther away in the parking lot, Kala and Raven were looking at a diagram laid out on the gas tank of a bike, with seven other women standing in a circle around it. The leader of the gang, a hard-looking older woman with a short grey mohawk, was outlining the plan to the others. “Okay, the usual. We hit it hard and fast. Maya?” — a surly Latina woman across from her nodded — “You cover the door. Lucia, Zia, Ash?” — each of them nodded — “Crowd control. Me and Kala will go in the vault while Raven and Diamond empty the registers.” She pointed to the diagram, “When we leave, me, Diamond, Maya and Lucia will go west and turn south on Buffalo Gap Road. The rest of you go east on South 27th. We’ll turn left on 322 and then get onto I-20 to Weatherford. Okay, you know what to do…”

“JADIS!” a loud voice interrupted her. She turned in the direction of the voice as a tall, muscular woman walked towards them, roughly pulling Bonnie and Jennie along.

“What the fuck is this?!” Jadis exclaimed.

“Caught these two snooping around. Asking for Raven and Kala,” the woman growled.

Jadis turned to look at Raven and Kala, “You know these kids?”

Kala and Raven’s eyes widened in alarm as they saw the children, who were clearly terrified. Raven’s mouth suddenly become dry, “Yeah. We, uh… brought them.”

“Why?” Jadis’ query sounded ominous and threatening.

Kala stated, “We had to. We didn’t know what to do with them.”

“Leave ‘em wherever the fuck you got ‘em!” Jadis yelled. “How you gonna do your job if you’re dragging a fucking kid around?!”

Raven narrowed her eyes at Jadis, “They won’t get in the way!”

Glaring at Bonnie and Jennie, who were on the verge of tears, Jadis snarled, “Kids always get in the way!”

Raven snarled back, “They won’t!”

“They better not!” Jadis exclaimed, before angrily pulling a cloth face mask with an image of a skull on it over her face, getting on her bike and roaring off.

The others in the group also pulled cloth skull masks over their faces, mounted their bikes while glaring at the girls, then took off out of the parking lot in a swirl of dust and exhaust.

Bonnie, in a trembling quiver, said to Raven, “What’s going on?”

“I’m scared,” Jennie wailed, her face pale with fright. “I want to go back home.”

“We can’t!” Kala told her. “Why didn’t you stay inside?!”

“W-why can’t we go back home?” asked Bonnie.

Raven said to Kala, “We don’t have time for this. We need to go. We’ll explain it to them later.”

As Raven picked Bonnie up and setting her on her bike, the girl asked, “Where are we going?!”

“Never mind!” Raven answered curtly as she climbed on behind her. Kala set Jennie on her Honda and got on behind. The women started up their bikes, pulled cloth skull masks over their faces, and took off, riding quickly to catch up with the others.

As they drove along the highway, both Raven and Kala were bothered by how the girls had found out about them and what they did. They knew they would find out sooner or later, but hadn’t wanted to think about it.

A few minutes later, all nine members of the group pulled into the parking lot on Sayles Blvd, turned off their bikes, and dismounted. Drawing their pistols, the others headed toward the front door of the bank.

Bonnie asked worriedly, “What’s going on?”

“Nothing!” Raven said, a little too harshly. Kala told them sternly, “Stay here and don’t move!” Pulling out their guns, Kala and Raven ran inside the building.

The two kids looked at each other. Jennie said, in a frightened voice, “Bonnie, they have guns. What’re they doing?”

“I… I… don’t know,” Bonnie mumbled. Why did Raven and Kala have those guns? Why were they wearing masks? It looked like they were going to rob a bank! She tried to think of another possible explanation, but couldn’t. She felt sick, as if her world was crumbling around her.

Bonnie climbed down off the bike.

“Where are you going?” Jennie asked.

“To see.”

Jennie climbed down too, and together they slowly walked up to the window. Peering in, they saw that everyone was lying down flat with three of the gang women pointing guns at them. Bonnie could see the terrified face of a young mother clutching her baby on the floor. Behind the counter, Raven was busy stuffing money inside a backpack along with one of the other women.

Suddenly, one of the men jumped up and ran for the door. A sharp, loud crack sounded and he pitched forward, shot in the back by Lucia. He collapsed to the floor in full view of the terrified girls.

With a pool of blood spreading beside the body, Jennie pulled away, hyperventilating, “B-Bonnie… she… she shot him… he’s dead!”

Bonnie could only stare in horror at the man lying on the floor and the women pointing guns at the others. Then she turned back to Raven.

At the same moment, Raven looked up from the counter and discovered Bonnie looking in through the front window right at her. For several seconds, neither moved as they stared at one another…

Kala came out of the vault, pulling on her backpack. When she caught Raven’s eyes, she followed them to the window and her face fell as had Raven’s upon seeing the girls outside, watching them. Raven could only stand there, frozen, silent, feeling desolate.

“RAVEN!!” Diamond yelled, That woke Raven up, and she quickly finished stuffing money into her backpack while Kala and Jadis ran out to the parking lot.

As she mounted her bike, Kala called, “BONNIE! JENNIE! COME ON!” but the girls didn’t move. Seconds later, the rest of the gang came pouring out of the bank. In the distance, a police siren could be heard, coming closer.

Raven stopped in front of the kids, yelling, “BONNIE!” Neither one budged. They huddled together, staring up at Raven in fright. “MOVE!” she yelled at them, growing desperate as the approaching siren grew louder.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!” Jadis exploded, as the motorcycles began speeding away.

“JUST LEAVE ‘EM!” another woman shouted.

Seeing that they were too scared to move, Raven grabbed both girls, one under each arm, and carried them to the parking lot. She set Jennie down on Kala’s bike, then hustled Bonnie over to hers.

A police car swerved into view, screeching to a stop. An officer opened the passenger door, crouching behind it. As Kala and Jennie started off, he aimed a shotgun at them. Raven pulled out her pistol and shot him in the shoulder. Dropping the shotgun and clutching his arm, the man ducked back inside the car.

Swinging her leg over her bike behind Bonnie, Raven roared away.

Continue on to Chapter 9

By Sunnybunny

Heather roused herself out of bed and padded across the small room to the minifridge nestled in the corner between the dresser and wall. Inside were a bunch of chilled bottles of off-brand water. She retrieved two and tossed the second onto the bed, beside the little girl nestled in the mess of sheets and comforter and pillows. Angie smiled in thanks and picked it up, fingers a little shaky as she unscrewed the cap and she drained half of its contents in three loud gulps. Heather mirrored her, noting that her own hands were having some difficulty complying, but for once it wasn’t nerves.

It was fatigue.

They were both exhausted to the point of collapse but neither would concede to the beckoning of sleep. There was too much left unsaid between them, so many words unspoken that teetered on the tips of their tongues.

Heather half-sat on the edge of the dresser, clothed in nothing but the rooms dingy light and the static glow of the muted television. She was normally self-conscious about nudity and always insisted the light remain turned off while she and Richie made love. She did not even like taking a shower with the man, always conscious of his leering gaze crawling up her nakedness. She shivered at the memory, her back breaking out in goosepimples as if she could feel his eyes on her now. She shook the thought away, taking another long drink from the bottle. Her tongue felt swollen inside of her mouth and the icy water was soothing. A stark contrast to the warm wetness of the treasure between Angie’s legs. She thumbed at the sticky film of girl cum around her mouth, wondering how long she had kissed those most forbidden lips. The way her jaw ached and how sore her tongue was from straining to burrow deeper into that sweet cleft, it must have been hours.

Angie looked drained and satisfied, shining all over as if their lovemaking had kindled some internal flame. Neither knew any shame about their nudity or for anything they had done. The silence between them was an easy one. An extension of the afterglow they enjoyed.

For a time, they had lain in a twisted and tangled mess of arms and legs. It was too hot in the tiny motel room for cuddling but they held one another close regardless of the heat, neither wanting to be apart after sharing something so intimate. It felt a great burden had been removed from their shoulders, or put more aptly, neither felt they had to shoulder their loads separately. There was a kindship, an unbreakable bond that defied taboo and yes, even time. They were one, Heather and Angie, the same thing…two halves of the same whole….

Angie reached across the bed and retrieved her shorts from the mess of clothes to fish around in the pockets. She finally produced a pack of cigarettes and a butane lighter. With a satisfied sigh, she settled back into the cushion of bedding and crossed her legs at the ankles. She lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply, dragging a thick gray line down the shaft of the stick.

“That good, huh?” Heather teased.

Angie nodded languidly. “Uh huh.”

Heather crawled back into bed next to her and plucked the cigarette free from the girl’s lips and took a long drag herself. “After tonight, you’re going to stop smoking these.” She blew grey and blue ghosts along Angie’s naked body, making the child grin. It only added to the heavy air in the room, so full of sex and sweat and heat.

“I guess I need to make the most of it then,” Angie replied and took the smoke back, placing it between her lips. They passed it back and forth between them until it was smoked down to the filter and Angie lit up another one from her pack.

“I never knew it could be like that.” Angie sat up and folded her legs Indian style. “I knew that sex could feel good but I never thought it would be…” She paused, at a loss for words which amused Heather to no end.

“Angie doesn’t have anything to say? There’s a first!”

Angie reached across and pushed Heather playfully. “Shut up!”

Heather caught her arm and dragged her across the mattress and into her arms. She was greeted with a soft kiss that lingered on and on. She did not draw away again and instead settled into Heather’s lap, leaning easily into the fold of her arms, and they could only marvel at how well they seemed to fit together.

“I meant that, fucking is so much better when you actually give a shit about them.”

“Crude, but I know exactly what you mean.” She hadn’t before tonight.

Angie passed the cigarette up, the smoke billowing out of her nostrils like twin engines. “I had a really good time tonight, Heather. The best I think I’ve ever had.”

Heather had to agree, plucking the cigarette from between Angie’s fingers and lifted it to her lips. “Mine too.”

Angie craned her neck around to look back at Heather. “You really mean it? You aren’t just saying that?” She sounded like a young girl again, not ready to get her hopes up about the promised trip to Disneyland. “It’s okay if it wasn’t. You don’t have to say it just because.” She pronounced ‘because’ like ‘cuz’.

Heather combed the hair away from Angie’s right ear and rocked forward to give it a little peck. Angie shivered, breaking into a smile then a fit of giggles. “I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it.”

“You were my first, you know…”

Heather blinked, confused. “First?”

“Uh huh…well,” she rolled her eyes and hastily explained. “Like, not my FIRST-first but…the first woman that I’ve ever been with. Before, it was all boys.”

“Did you like it?” Heather asked, still smoothing her fingers through Angie’s sweat-damp hair. “When you did things with… boys?”

Angie shrugged and made a little seesaw motion with her hand. “It was okay sometimes, I guess.”

“You don’t sound very sure.”

Angie spied her with a wry smile. “Not jealous, are you?”

Heather had to laugh, giving the girl an affectionate squeeze. “You all but said that this was the best sex of your life. I think I win.”

Angie joined in, leaning back into Heather’s embrace. “Yeah, boys suck!” She declared, then did it again much louder. “Boys suck!” The third time Heather joined in and after a time, it became a mantra that crafted a spell that could only be broken up by more laughter.

Heather looked down the length of Angie’s body, so perfectly laid out before her like a buffet full of her favorite treats. Should I sample an earlobe? Maybe a little taste of nipple before a kiss to the navel. Or should I go even lower and treat myself to a hearty meal?

At last, Heather could reconcile the images in her head. Like slipping into a warm bath and drifting off, she could picture her and Angie together. Somewhere, in another life, in another time, she saw them lazing about in bed together. They wore their coziest pajamas and were sharing a plastic bowl of popcorn between them, snuggled in close with their shoulders and heads touching. On the television, Netflix would be streaming reruns of Gilmore Girls, and Angie would be making crude jokes about incestuous relationships and who had the bigger cock between Rory and Lorelei until Heather couldn’t help but join in on the gag.

Angie wiggled and Heather realized she had been hugging her very close, very quietly all of a sudden, as if the images would fly away if she held them too loosely. In the end, that was all that they were, ever could be: fantasy.

“Angie, I promised I would tell you what’s going on,” Heather began. “But first I need to ask you a very important question. Do you know somewhere in town I could get a gun?”

If she was surprised to be asked such a question, Angie did not show it. “Well, yeah. I know where you could get a gun. What do you need one for?”

“Protection.”

The girl’s ears perked, like a curious puppy’s, and she squirmed about in Heather’s arms until they were facing each other again. “What do you mean?” There was anxiety in her question, Heather noted.

“I mean, I’m running from some very bad people, Angie. I’m not going to get into a lot of details with you, trust me!” she held up a hand to stop the follow-up protest. They knew one another so well now… “The less you know about all of this, the better. I need a gun because the people that are after me might have picked up my trail and if they find me, I want to be ready for them.”

Angie folded her lower lip into her teeth, a determined expression on her face. “I know where you can get a gun. My dad has one at the house. He’s always telling me not to mess with it even though he keeps leaving it lying around in the living room.”

“Won’t he notice that it’s missing?”

Angie rolled her eyes again, more fitting of the sixteen-year-old she would become rather than the preteen she was today. “He loses it all the time, finds it again under a pile of dirty laundry and then goes into a big speech about gun safety.” She sniffed at that. “Like he don’t get all drunk and take the stupid thing outside to shoot at coyotes and jack rabbits.”

“I promise I’ll only need it for a few days,” Heather vowed.

“I’d rather you took it. Those poor rabbits and coyotes…”

Heather smiled sympathetically and touched her arm. “Thank you, Angie.” It was now or never… “You know that this means I’ll be leaving soon, right?”

To her credit, Angie did not pout when she hung her head. “Yeah…” she sounded a touch unhappy about it but not miserable. She was a good kid and Heather would wager she would be rather grown up for her age even without everything that had happened to her.

Another life…

“When’re you leaving?”

Heather shrugged her shoulders. “Soon. As soon as I can but I don’t want to take the chance of them catching up to me before I have a chance to run. If that happens, I need to be able to defend myself.”

“Where will you go? Will I ever see you again?”

“I… don’t know, Angie. West, for now. I sure hope I do come back one day, but Oasis isn’t going to be safe for me for a long time.” Heather anticipated the next question like she was reading it in a script.

“Can I come with you?”

It pained her so to have to refuse this darling girl, this beauty that had stolen her heart and mind so wholly. “Oh, Angie…” She reached out and caressed her cheek lovingly. “I can’t. Do you understand why? You have a whole life here I’d be taking you from. School, friends, and family. Who would look after Mama Maven after I’m gone, huh? Who’s going to eat all that ice cream or open your dad’s shop every morning? Who’s going to be the wild desert rose that makes this town so special?”

She was trying to let her down as gently as possible. Angela Lawrence, prettiest girl in the whole state going missing would likely attract the attention of larger law enforcement agencies and with Heather lighting out at the same time, it wouldn’t exactly take a rocket scientist to determine who the kidnapper was. A state-wide woman hunt would mean media and with a girl as gorgeous as Angie missing, the entire country could be captivated and that would lead Richie Valentine directly to Oasis and her trail….

“I don’t care about any of that,” Angie replied frowning. She sounded a touch huffy now, and by the way her nose was wrinkling, knew how childish it must have seemed but was powerless to help herself. “I want to go with you, Heather, and we can do this all the time. We could leave and get a place somewhere and have sex every night, and we could pretend you’re my mom until I get older and then we can get married and REALLY be together –.” Angie was talking faster and faster now, getting caught up in the fantasy of it all until Heather silenced her with a kiss.

“That all sounds so wonderful,” she confessed, their mouths inches apart. “I’ve had daydreams about just that. Us lying around together in bed like an old married couple, making love every night, taking expensive vacations together and just being happy. Like you and I were the only two people in the whole wide world who really mattered. But Angie, that’s all it could ever be. A fantasy, a daydream, just something to think about that could only happen in a more… understanding world. I want you to know, I’ll never forget you. Or forget tonight. It was so wonderful.”

Angie turned her head into Heather’s hand, looking so small and innocent and lonely that it was heartbreaking to witness the transformation. “I know. I guess I always knew. Just not fair is all. Everyone I care about goes away and I’m stuck in Oasis. Just… stuck.”

“I wish there was more that I could do for you, Angie.” It was the truth but Angie’s reply surprised her.

“Heather, I need to tell you something. I’ve been meaning to for so long I just didn’t want you to be mad at me. Tonight was so great and I just know this is going to ruin it all, but I can’t let you leave without fessing up.” She scooted to the edge of the bed and stood up, taking her bottle of water with her. Not to drink but to pass around in her hands to keep them busy while she talked.

Heather watched her with growing concern, raising up to stand on her knees, and offered both arms out to the girl. “Hey, c’mere. Stop pacing and talk to me okay? No secrets.” She looked down at her own nakedness, smiling slyly. “Especially now!”

Angie glanced over but ignored the offer to cuddle back into bed. She looked fearfully at the space between them and continued to pace. “I didn’t know it would be so bad, everything going on with you, Heather. Please believe me. When you first got into town, when I was eyeing your car that first day, do you remember?”

Heather settled back to sit on her legs, watching Angie apprehensively. “Yeah?”

Angie nodded, her narrow chest rising with the effort of a deep breath. “That night… after I rode off? There was something in the back, right? Something… important?”

Realization struck like a bolt of lightning and Heather collapsed onto her side. She fumbled about in the sheets, too stunned to speak. No… no, no, no! There was something worse than anger or shock on Heather’s face. What Angie saw there was almost too painful for words.

It was an expression of betrayal.

Angie came to the bed at last, talking fast and flapping her arms, looking frantic. “Please, Heather! It’s not like what you think!”

Heather pulled away, drawing away to the opposite end of the bed with the sheets drawn up to cover herself. “Angie, how could you do something like this? How could you keep it from me?!”

On the bed again, Angie was desperate, crawling closer and seeking refuge in Heather’s arms. How had things gone from absolutely perfect to utterly destroyed so quickly? How? Why?

Heather scooted so far away that she nearly fell backwards off the bed. She stood and wrapped the sheet around herself and began collecting Angie’s discarded clothes from the floor. She tossed the pair of shorts into the girl’s face. “Get dressed. I want you to leave. NOW!”

Angie fumbled to catch the garment, ended up taking the thrown clothing directly to the forehead. Her eyes were too blurry from the sudden welling of tears. “Heather, please! Listen, there is more I need to tell you!”

“You’re right. Like where you’re hiding that fucking money.” She found an inside-out t-shirt next and hurled it over. A pair of panties were underneath it, sparking the memory of a second pair beneath Heather’s pillow. “Get all of your shit, Angie. Where is that bag?”

Angie was sobbing so hard now her shoulders were shaking. Tiny fists pounding lightly into the sides of her head. “I screwed it up. I screwed everything up. Heather, I am so very sorry for not telling you sooner!”

Heather was seething. How could she have been so foolish? Nothing about this relationship made sense. What had she been thinking?

By Angie’s own admission, she felt stuck in Oasis, was desperate to leave it all behind. Thus, the pieces of a larger puzzle began to take shape in Heather’s head. She had stolen the money as a means of escape. She would lay low until Heather was forced to flee without the bag and then, she could go anywhere she wanted. The whole world would be open to her with that kind of cash, just as it had been for Heather when she stole it from Richie. “You were using me,” Heather accused. “You knew I couldn’t take you with me and — Goddammit, I can’t believe I fell for this — you put on this big pageant to sucker me in, to make me CARE about you! Why? To see if I suspected you? It worked, kid. I bought it hook, line and sinker. I never suspected you for a minute because I thought you legitimately cared.” Heather was fighting her own sobs now but knew she had to get it all out before she turned into a puddle of tears. “Has anything you’ve told me been the truth, Angie?”

Angie looked up, eyes swimming, looking so wounded you’d think Heather struck her. “No… I never…!”

Heather snatched her by the arm and hauled her out of bed to stand before her. “Don’t you dare lie to me! Not now, not after everything you’ve said.” She squeezed the girl’s arm tight enough to make her wince. “Where is that money!”

“Heather, you’re hurting me!”

She released Angie so suddenly that it staggered the girl and she flopped back onto the bed. She looked back at Heather fearfully, rubbing the spot on her arm. “I did not lie to you! About anything! I would never lie to you, Heather!”

“Bullshit!” Heather walked the room, wanting so badly to hit something, but was using both hands to hold up the blanket and the last thing she wanted was for Angie to see her naked body again. It felt too vulnerable, too exposed, and with this new revelation, she was a bundle of anxiety. Her heart seemed to have vanished from her body entirely, leaving a wound that ran deeper than she could ever have imagined. Even after Richie, she had never felt this great a sorrow….

“It’s true!” Angie passionately insisted, and that somehow made it all worse. “If you will just listen to me, Heather. I didn’t steal the money!”

Heather could only stare in response to that. A fresh blow, another revelation. “What? You just said that…”

“You didn’t let me finish! I didn’t steal your stupid, fucking money!” she roared through the tears. “MY DAD DID!”

On to Chapter 12!

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By Purple Les

Did you ever have a dream so real while you were dreaming it that when you wake up you have to stop to think if it happened? Then when you wake just a little more you remember things in the dream that didn’t make sense. It was a dream.

I dreamed I was in my bedroom, but it wasn’t my bedroom. My sixteen-year-old cousin Sammie had wings like an angel and her hair was like flames. She was nude and masturbating on her knees in front of her little seven-year-old sister, Penny. Penny looked just like she really does. Hair so blonde it looks almost white. Her fine hair is braided in two pig tails with yellow ribbons on the end. They hang down the front of her shirt. Except her shirt is gone all of a sudden. She is topless but I can’t see her hard, little pink nipples because of the braids. I don’t know how I know they are hard or pink because I can’t see them, but somehow, I know.

Sammie is by the Christmas tree, and she pulls off a candy cane and puts it under Penny’s plaid skirt. When she pulls it back out it’s all wet and shiny. She hands it to Penny and says, “You need to stick this in Katy’s asshole.” Penny starts toward me telling me to lay on my tummy.

I am wearing something shiny and weird. It makes sense in the dream but not after I wake up, the thing I wear that is.

“Bad Katy,” says Penny, as she starts spanking me with the candy cane.

Then I start to wake up. Someone really was spanking me.

“Wake up, Katy!” Smack! Smack! The hand lands on my bottom which was bare but under the sleeping bag.

I looked and found Lucy spanking the sleeping bag where my and Mary’s butts formed lumps in the material.

“Wake up! Aunt Carol wants to sleep more and she said you guys would feed me!”

The room was still pretty dark but there was some gray dark light coming through the blinds. That meant it was snowing out.  Mary muttered into her pillow, “Go back to bed, Lucy! What time is it, Katy?”

“It’s not even six thirty yet.” I said as my eyes focused on the DVD player.

“Katy, take care of her! You wanted a little sister.”

“She’s yours! I don’t know what to do with her.”

“Lucy! Stop spanking us! Did you do your toilet yet?”

Lucy shook her head no at her big sister.

“Okay! Go do that, and then Katy will make you breakfast.”

The five-year-old shouted, “YAY!” and ran toward the bathroom.

“What do you mean I’ll make her breakfast. She’s your sister.”

“Your mother said that me and Lucy are your guests. So there!”

I leaned over and kissed Mary’s head. Her black hair was all over her head. I loved the scent that came from her soft hair.

I started feeling up her bare ass. “I love you, Mary.”

She lifted her head up and kissed my mouth. “I love you too, perv.”

We broke our kiss as Lucy came running back leaned down near Mary’s face and stated,”I peed, and I flushed the toilet. I washed my face and my hands and my poochie.” Then she lifted the cover off us far enough to see that we were naked, and started a sing-song of “I see you naked!” over and over, which soon changed to a chorus of “I want my breakfast!”

I woke up some more. I felt horny and I hadn’t even got up yet. I winked at Mary, “You sure I can treat her like a sister?”

Mary smiled at me. “Sure. Lucy, be a good girl and do what Katy tells you.” Then Mary winked back at me.

Lucy agreed and I looked in her beautiful, dark brown eyes.

I told Lucy, “Okay, there’s a dish of cookies in the kitchen. You want cookies for breakfast?” Lucy nodded her head so hard I thought I could hear her brain rattle, but the rattling was Mary, who was now out of the sleeping bag. She was on her hands and knees, pawing through the back pack looking for something. I looked at her bare butt, and I could see all of her pussy, too. I thought  how I wished I could see her like that every morning forever. Mary pulled a hairbrush out of the bag and came back to start brushing Lucy’s hair.

Lucy’s hair is jet black, and shiny. Her hair is shoulder length. Mary was kneeling while she brushed her little sister’s hair, and Mary’s long hair was all down the front of her. I can’t see her tits, but somehow that makes her even sexier.

Mary put hair bands on either side of Lucy’s hair, making her look so cute, like she could be even younger than five. Mary flicks her own hair to the side, and now I can see one of her little ten-year-old boobs, and her hard little nipple.

Lucy looked at me, and I remembered I was supposed to give her cookies.

“Okay Lucy, if you want me to tell you where the cookies are, you have to be naked too, like me and your sister, okay?”

Lucy’s answer was to pull off her pajama top, and then stand up and tug her pajama bottoms down.

Mary put on her glasses and looked at us, smiling. Then she said, “Good girl, Lucy. Take off your panties too.”

She obeyed her big sister and pulled down her yellow cotton panties and stood nude before us.

I couldn’t stop looking her up and down. From her cute face to her soft dark little nipples, to her belly button and her smooth little girl pussy. Then I looked down at her chubby thighs, and back up again and down again.

“Okay, Lucy, on the kitchen table is a dish of cookies with plastic wrap covering them. Bring them here so I can open them up for us okay?”

Lucy ran to the kitchen. Mary and I looked at her cute ass as she went into the kitchen.

“I can’t reach.”

“Kneel on a chair, you can reach them then.” Mary instructed her little sister, and then she looked at me and kissed me on the mouth.

Lucy slowly walked back to the sleeping bag with the prize of cookies. She sat with her legs crossed at the ankles and so did Mary and I.

I put on the TV looking for cartoons and found a show on PBS that Lucy loves, but me and Mary rolled our eyes at each other but left the show on for Lucy. Besides, me and Mary were too busy looking at each other and her sister down there to care what was on.

I got the cookies open and we all looked through them to see which ones we wanted, and we each grabbed a handful. We munched on them while Lucy watched TV, and me and Mary kept looking at each other and Lucy, loving that we got to see each other and her sister naked.

“I’m thirsty!”

We all walked naked into the kitchen. I got some glasses out, and Mary told me to give Lucy a plastic cup. I poured some orange juice for all of us, and Lucy knelt on the kitchen chair to drink hers at the table. Me and Mary stood behind her. Every time Lucy leaned forward to drink more juice, we looked at her pussy and butt hole. Then we smiled at each other.

We finished our juice and went back to sit on the sleeping bags. I couldn’t help thinking about how weird but cool it was that all of us were naked and walking around the house. I wondered about Mom getting up and finding us all naked. Would she be mad? Then I though of what Sammie said. “So what if she did see me naked? I bet she wouldn’t mind.”

Then Mary turned off the TV. There were a cut-out cookie with cake and a chocolate brownie with chocolate icing left on the cookie dish.

“Want those?” Mary asked her little sister.

Lucy said, “Yes please.”

Mary took the brownie and put it right over my slit, icing side down and pressed it there. Then she did the same with the cookie on her own pussy.

“Okay, Lucy, eat the cookie on me first. You can’t use your hands. You have to eat it only using your mouth and tongue.”

Lucy nodded and smiled. I watched her as she started to move her head toward her big sister’s crotch.

Then Mary told her sister to turn more the other way, that it would be easier for her, but really what it did was give me a perfect view of Lucy’s privates pointed right toward my face. I could see Mary looking at her sister and then back at me. If I moved my head a little I could see Lucy’s head bobbing around Mary’s pussy.

Mary was laying back now. Her face looked like she was running a race. Eyes closed almost, mouth open, and breathing real hard.

“I ate all the cookie, Mary.”

“No Lucy, I can still feel some icing you missed. It’s right at the very top there. Keep licking it all up! I’ll tell you when you have it all.”

I couldn’t move much ’cause I had a brownie on my pussy, but I could move enough so I could see Lucy lick Mary’s pussy, and when I just lay back I could see Lucy’s bare butt wiggle around and I could see Mary’s face. Lucy’s butt hole and pussy looked very much like Mary’s to me. I don’t know why but I caught myself drooling and licking my lips.

Mary reached her hand out to me and I held it tight. She laughed and said, “Okay, good girl Lucy, you got it all. You can stop licking me now.”

Lucy was kneeling between us, all smiles.

“Okay Lucy,” Mary said. “Now eat the brownie off Katy just like you ate the cookie on me!”

This time Mary had the same view of us that I had of her and Lucy. I was still holding Mary’s hand. I needed to ’cause I thought I would have a cum before Lucy even got to the icing on my tingling pussy.

I thought to myself how I had licked Mary’s pussy. I had also licked my cousin Sammie’s pussy. But here I was getting my pussy licked for the very first time ever by a five-year-old girl, my best friends little sister,and I wasn’t sure if she knew she was eating my pussy or just playing a game of eating a brownie off my pussy.

I could feel that now she had eaten the brownie all up and was licking the icing up. Her tongue started to touch my skin. That’s when I felt a big cum starting. As good as it felt to have my cousin or Mary touch my pussy with their fingers and hands — how it felt a million times better than just touching myself — having someone lick me down there felt like a billion times better than someone else’s fingers there.

I was squeezing Mary’s hand pretty hard now. Even though Mary was right next to me, she sounded so far away when I heard her say, “Okay Lucy, keep licking till I tell you to stop. Even though you think you may have it all, I’ll tell you when you have all the icing.”

Lucy’s tongue felt so soft and warm and wet on my most private part.

“Lick up towards the top now, it’s all up there, get it all now, don’t stop yet!” I heard Mary instruct her sister.

I pulled my knees back to my shoulders, Lucy was lapping away on me like a hungry baby animal. She was moving her head and tongue all up and down me now, from my butt hole to my clit. Then she would do it again, licking longer at my clit each time she got back up to it.

My insides had all melted and gone down to my pussy. Of all the good cums I had ever had, this one was the best. It just kept going and going and going. I felt like I had become a part of the universe, like I was just a twinkling star somewhere in the sky.

Then I heard Mary and Lucy laughing. Lucy was on top of me. I was feeling her bare ass and she was now kissing me on the mouth. It tasted like a mixture of my pussy, Mary’s pussy, and chocolate and salt! It was so sweet I put my tongue in her mouth to taste it all.

Mary was feeling us both up. Lucy sat up, her bare pussy was on my tummy. Then Lucy said, “Okay! I gave you both feel goods, now it’s your turn to give me a feel good! Aunt Carol gave me a feel good last night. Now you guys have to give me one today! Come on, it’s my turn!”

Mary smiled at me.

“Okay Lucy, I’ll show Katy how you like it and then she’ll give you the feel good, okay?”

Yeah!” Lucy said, smiling.

I was still trying to figure out the ‘feel good’ until it slowly dawned on me that it meant having a come. Lucy put herself on her back and held the back of her knees up to her chest, exposing herself completely to me and Mary. Seeing her so cute and happy, and seeing Lucy being so dirty without even knowing it, was making me horny all over again.

I started to play with myself as I watched Mary lower her head to her sister’s pussy. Mary would lick her baby sister’s pussy then look at me, and then lick some more.

“Now come here, Katy, so I can show you how to give Lucy her feel good.”

Mary spread her little sister’s tiny pussy lips to show me her clit. I could barely see it, but Mary sure knew where it was.

“You just put the very tip of your tongue right here.” Then Mary put the tip of her tongue on Lucy’s teeny tiny clit, which made Lucy look very happy.

“Go on! Do it!” Mary said to me and sat back. Then she started to play with herself.

I loved moving in toward Lucy’s little kid pussy. As I moved my head in closer, I thought about what Lucy had said. ‘Aunt Carol gave me feel goods last night.’

My Mom licked Lucy’s pussy? She had to have, or at least played with it. That was so cool. It had to have happened.  My Mom must have licked it. I could sort of picture it. In fact, I tried to picture it. My Mom licking a little girl’s pussy. The picture of that in my head really made my pussy tingle.

Now I was going to lick the little pussy my best friend had just licked, and my Mom had licked the night before.

Mary was right. Lucy tasted like chocolate, she was so sweet.  I pressed the tip of my tongue on Lucy’s clit.

Lucy bucked around before she went all limp in a couple seconds. She’d had a cum! She sighed and thanked us both for the feel good. So cute the way she said it, “Good feel good. I likes it lots. Thank you both.”

We all got in the sleeping bag and were starting to doze off when Mom came out of her bedroom. She was wearing her robe and slippers and headed straight to the bathroom. Me an Mary looked at each other, not sure what to do now that there was a grownup back in the picture.

After Mom came out of the bathroom she came over to us. She looked at the empty cookie dish.

“Really, Katy? Cookies? Couldn’t you at least have given them some cereal?”

“Aw Mom, it’s what my guests wanted. We had orange juice too.” I added that so Mom would know I had given Mary and Lucy something healthy.

Then Mom rattled off like a million things she could make for breakfast, saying she’d fix whatever Mary and Lucy wanted. She told them to think about it while she made her coffee. Then Mom said for Mary and Lucy to go shower while she did that.

Mom went in the kitchen, and Mary got up and took me and Lucy by the hand toward the bathroom.

“You shower with us, Katy. You have to show us how your shower works.”

I was looking at Mary’s bare butt, but when we passed the kitchen I looked to see if Mom was looking at us. She wasn’t. She was just making coffee.

We have a faucet to fill the tub and a regular shower head, and a hose thing with a shower head on it, which was good if you want to shower but not get your hair wet. Mary picked the hose thing because we didn’t want our hair wet.

I got the water hot,while Mary put her hair up. She put  mine up for me, too. Then I turned on the hose shower and we all got in the tub and pulled the shower curtain closed.

Mary got Lucy all wet and then soaped her up. While I was watching Mary rinse her sister off, I got soaped up. Then Mary rinsed me off too. She held the shower head right on my pussy and butt. I couldn’t believe that all the times I used it I never thought of doing that because it felt great. I soaped up Mary’s back and behind for her and rinsed her off like she had me.

We got out and dried off and I took Lucy real fast back to the sleeping bag so Mom wouldn’t see us naked. After we were in the bag I looked back. I thought Mary was right behind me but she was standing by the kitchen door.

Her hair was all down her front and she had her hands in front of her. Mom was standing right there talking to her and looking at her. Mary may have been bare naked, but Mom couldn’t see much the way Mary was standing.

“If it’s okay Aunt Carol can we have French toast please?”

“You sure can. Would you like anything else with it? Eggs, or potatoes maybe?”

Mary turned and took a step towards us, she bent over so her hands were on her knees and said,

“You guys want anything like that? Or just the French toast?”

We were okay with just that and told her. Mostly I was looking at my Mom who was looking right at Mary’s bare ass. Then Mary turned back toward my Mom. Mary put her hair over her shoulders so her hair was now down her back, and she put her hands behind her back. She was giving Mom full frontal nudity! Mom seemed very content just sipping her coffee and talking to Mary. They seemed just as natural as could be, but I saw Mom’s eyes moving up and down.

“Aunt Carol, is it okay if we all just stay naked in the sleeping bag and watch TV?”

“Sure, that’s fine. I’ll let you girls know when breakfast is almost ready and you can dress then.”

Mom went in the kitchen, and Mary got in the sleeping bag with me and Lucy. I couldn’t stop thinking about Mary asking my mom if we could stay naked and Mom saying it was fine.

We found a New Year’s parade on TV. Mary liked the marching girls, Lucy liked the floats, and I liked the horses.

During commercials we would kiss and touch some, but not a lot. We didn’t want Mom to catch us. I kept thinking about Mary standing naked in front of my Mom, and of Lucy saying Mom gave her ‘feel goods.’

“Okay girls, get dressed, it’s almost ready,” Mom said.

Mary stayed naked while she got Lucy dressed. I had my clothes on now. Mary put her clothes back on real slow, like she wanted to stay naked as long as she could.

Mom makes the best French toast in the world. She had given us all cut up apples and oranges and banana. I was mopping up the last of the maple syrup in my dish with a piece of apple when Mary said, “Thanks so much for making breakfast. Me and Katy will do the dishes.”

I looked at Mary like ‘thanks a lot, rat fink.’ Mary just smiled back at me.

“Well thank you, girls,” said Mom. “I think I will watch a little TV with Lucy and have another cup of coffee while you girls do that.”

While Mary washed dishes and I dried, I asked Mary what the big idea was. We could have been playing in my room or outside in the snow instead of standing here washing dishes.

“Your Mom works hard. It’s the least we can do.” I glared at her. I hate it so much when she’s right.

As I watched Mary scrub the frying pan, I asked her what made her stand there naked talking to my Mom.

Mary stopped scrubbing and looked at me.

“I don’t know what made me do that. I didn’t plan to. But I had to tell your Mom what to make us, and I didn’t want to get dressed. I don’t know… but your Mom didn’t seem to mind.” She giggled then as she started back on the frying pan. “In fact I guess you’re a perv, Katy, ’cause your mom is. She was sure checking me out.”

I stuck my tongue out at her. “Anyone who didn’t check you out when you’re bare naked would have to be blind,” I told her.

“Aw, you’re sweet,” Mary said and leaned over and kissed my cheek. I made a face at her and wiped my cheek off with my sleeve like I didn’t like it even though I did.

We finished the dishes and went out to the living room. Mom was sitting on the couch. She had finished her coffee and Lucy had her head on Mom’s lap.

“Okay, girls, get the sleeping bags and everything else together for when your parents come for you. I’m going to go shower now. Mary come  to my room for Lucy’s sleeping bag and pillow.”

Lucy moved off the couch to in front of the TV.

I was unzipping the bags and rolling them up when I heard the shower and saw Mary come out of my Mom’s room with the other sleeping bag and pillow.

Mary ran up to me and shook me by the shoulders.

“I just saw your Mom bare naked!”

“You’re lying! How’d you see her naked?”

“I was getting Lucy’s stuff and your Mom must not have thought I was looking. She took off her robe and went to shower, and when she took off her robe she was bare naked, and I saw everything. She has huge boobs! Way bigger than my Mom’s.”

Lucy said, “So what!? I saw Aunt Carol bare naked last night when she gave me my feel goods.”

I made Mary sit on the couch with me.

“It’s okay, Katy. We won’t tell anyone. Maybe your Mom just didn’t think nothing of letting me see her naked ’cause she saw me naked. And she probably was naked with Lucy, cause my Mom is naked with Lucy a lot, and it’s maybe just a Mom and little girl thing to be naked together. Besides, we see my Mom naked lots of times. You know like when she’s with us in the shower or something. Didn’t you ever see your Mom naked?”

“Uh no, I mean yes, I mean…” I wasn’t sure what to say. In my head I was thinking how I didn’t see her naked ever. Oh, unless you count the time I saw her having sex with my cousin Sammie.

“Is it too hard a question, Katy? You ever seen her naked or not?”

I just nodded my head yes. Mary smiled and said, “Cool!”

When we heard the shower stop we all looked toward the bathroom. In a few moments the door opened and we all saw Mom come out, but she had a towel wrapped around her and we were all disappointed.

“Your Mom is so hot, Katy. She should be in a sexy nude magazine or something.”

“Yeah, I guess so. I think your Mom is hot.”

Mary made a face.

“You think so?”

“Yeah, for sure. She’s a lot younger than my Mom, and her body’s real nice. Maybe you don’t notice cause you see her a lot.”

Mom came out all dressed. Then she sat with us and watched the parade.

“Aunt Carol, me and Katy are going up to her room to make sure I didn’t leave anything up there, okay?” Mary said.

Lucy was snuggled against Mom, “Sure Mary. You girls go ahead.”

Mary led me by the hand up the stairs to my bedroom. She had something in her other hand. We sat on my bed.

“Katy, I want you to hold onto this for me.” She handed it over to me.

It was a small wooden box with dragons on it, all red, green, and blue. It sounded like something was inside it. I went to start to shake it but she put her hands over mine and stopped me.

“Don’t shake it! It has thumb drives in it. I’m leaving it with you for three reasons. Okay, four reasons. First I trust you. Second, my Mom has been sniffing around my computer too much. Third, it’s a Chinese puzzle box, I don’t think you could open it. Fourth, if you did open it I know you can’t play the drives ’cause of your Mom’s old computer that doesn’t have any way for these to work on it.”

“The dragons look real cool, Mary. How many thumb drives are in there?”

“A half dozen.”

I just looked at her.

“That means six, a dozen is twelve, so a half dozen is…?”

“Six?”

Mary gave me a fast kiss on the cheek and told me I was such a good learner.

“Do you want me to hide it?” I asked.

“No, we can leave it right here,” she said and put it on one of the shelves on my headboard. It was one where I hardly ever look, where my school books are.

“Why don’t you want your Mom to see it? What’s on the drives? Is it something dirty?”

“I don’t want my mom to find it ’cause it is something real dirty.”

“How dirty? Can you show me sometime?”

“Maybe someday far away you can see them,” Mary said and looked me up and down and smiled at me. “Let me show you how dirty they are, Katy.”

Mary stood up and had me stand up too. Then she was hugging and kissing me, and of course I was kissing back. She kept kissing me while she started to undo my pants. She broke the kiss to pull down my jeans and got on her knees and pulled down my panties too, right down to my ankles.

Mary put her hands on my bare ass, and started to lick my pussy. Really licking it, not just a tease or something. She was really doing me.

I put my hands on her head. “I’m gonna fall over. My knees are all rubbery!”

Mary stopped and helped me lay on the floor. Then she stood up and pulled down her jeans and panties to her ankles. She lay down next to me but facing the other way.

“Lay on your side, Katy.”

Mary lay on her side and moved down a little and started licking me again. She reached around and was feeling my ass, and then she started to go in my ass crack. I liked it, and when I didn’t say anything she started to press her finger into my butt hole a little bit.

I started to lick her too. Since she was touching my butt hole, I wondered if I could touch hers, so I played around on her ass a little. Just feeling it up at first then doing like she was doing to me.

I think we both had a cum like at the same time, or really close to the same. Mary moved so she was facing me and we kissed with our tongues. Then we were laughing and hugging.

We just lay there till Mary said, “Lay on your tummy, Katy. I just wanna look at your behind, okay?”

I turned on my stomach, and Mary was just running her hands over my butt.

She was sitting on her side and I was enjoying seeing her slit, while she looked at and played with my ass.

I heard the downstairs door open. We keep it closed so all the warm air doesn’t all go up to my room, heaven forbid. Me and Mary froze in place.

“Mary, your parents will be here in twenty minutes, okay?” Mom called.

“We’ll be right down, Aunt Carol,” Mary answered.

We stood up and pulled our clothes back in place. We kissed once more, and we both wished we could just stay together and keep trying stuff.

We hugged once more and went downstairs. It had been the best sleepover ever!

Continue on to Chapter 7

By Amanda Lynn

Lisa was woken up by a loud clap of thunder. She looked over toward the clock on her night stand. When the sleepy fog in her mind cleared, she realized the LEDs were dark. Power is out, she thought to herself.

As she pulled the blankets around her neck, her thoughts went to the little girl in the room next door. She felt a strong attraction toward Charlie that had her wondering… was it empathy for the girl’s loss and subsequent struggle over the last few months that she was feeling? Or simply a sexual desire for the precious child? The last time she had made love to a girl so young, Lisa was only 17. Since then she’d had many lovers, and the sex was almost always great, but she longed for the touch of preteen innocence.

She felt herself becoming aroused as she pondered these things. Spreading her legs, she reached down and touched her sex. Lisa pushed a finger through her folds and dipped into her center. Pinching a nipple with her other hand, she slowly began to finger herself.

A flash of lightning momentarily illuminated the room, followed immediately by a loud crash. Lisa jumped from the scare — then heard a shriek from the next room. Moments later came another sound, a small hand knocking on her bedroom door.

“Lisa, are you awake?” a trembling voice asked.

“I am, sweetie. Come in.”

The door opened, and Charlie hurriedly made her way across the room the best she could in the dark. Jumping up on the bed, she crawled over to Lisa. “Can I sleep with you? I don’t like the thunder,” she said, a quiver in her voice.

“Here, get under the covers,” Lisa replied, pulling them back and letting the girl wiggle underneath.

“Better?” Lisa smiled, as she rolled onto her side to face Charlie.

“Uh-huh,” the child nodded, snuggling in close.

Lisa could feel the warmth of Charlie’s body against her own. The feeling of this little treasure in her arms was adding to the arousal that had already been building inside her. She rested a hand on Charlie’s back and began to gently rub it. Soon she moved her hand down lower onto the girl’s bum, softly caressing each cheek, then brought her hand up and under the tee shirt and continued to rub the smooth skin of her back.

“It feels so nice when you touch me,” Charlie whispered softly.

“I’m glad you like it,” Lisa replied, as she felt Charlie’s lips pressing against her nose in the dark.

“Oops, missed,” the girl giggled. Then she repositioned herself and tried again.

This time their lips met, and Lisa realized that Charlie wanted more than just a simple kiss. She was kissing her with lips parted. Lisa responded in kind and felt the child’s tongue begin to search for hers.

Lisa pulled Charlie in tight, and they wrapped their arms around one another. The woman and the 11-year-old girl kissed deeply as hands began to explore bodies. Lisa moaned into Charlie’s mouth as her young lover put a hand on Lisa’s breast and toyed with the hard nipple. Charlie slid her other hand down to Lisa’s hip, and began to feel around as if searching for something.

Much to Lisa’s dismay, Charlie broke their heated kiss. “Are you naked?” There was a hint of surprise in her question.

“Yes, I am. Is that okay?”

“Uh-huh. Want me to get naked too?” Charlie asked, her fingers playing with Lisa’s nipple.

The woman shivered in pleasure at the longed-for touch, but she said, “Only if you want to, sweetie. I don’t want you to do anything that will make you uncomfortable.”

Lisa’s heart was pounding, her mind racing. This little darling in her bed seemed all too eager for romantic affection. Was it because Charlie had been so lonely for who knows how many months now? Or had she actually seduced the vulnerable girl during the evening? While Lisa contemplated that idea, the child scrambled out of her tee shirt and panties, tossing them onto the floor.

Charlie lay on her back, pulling up the covers. Moving in close, Lisa found her lips once more. She tried to make her kisses soft and slow, each one a sweet treat, something to be savored as if it might be the last. She kissed the girl’s small nose and then each eyelid, her cheek bones and her cheeks, and lastly her chin. Her hand rested on Charlie’s shoulder the whole time, never moving save for an occasional gentle squeeze, but her pulse quickened in response to the delicious feel of her tender flesh.

With a sigh of anticipation, Lisa moved back to the girl’s sweet lips and kissed her there, preparing to explore her mouth. She deliberately traced the outline of Charlie’s lips before seeking out the young girl’s tongue. The tips of their tongues brushed together, then pulled back as though they were burning embers. They touched again and danced together, the soft sounds of pleasure rising inside both of them.

Charlie was moaning, her chest heaving, her skin feverish and damp. Lisa could feel the child’s rapid breathing, warm on her face. Charlie seemed to want nothing more than to hungrily devour Lisa’s mouth, but Lisa resisted as she took playful little bites of the girl’s lips. She continued to tease her lover, playing cat and mouse with their dancing tongues.

Soon Lisa’s own desire became too much for her to resist. She caved in to it and their mouths fused in a hot passionate kiss. Lisa’s hand finally moved from Charlie’s shoulder, sliding down her arm and onto her belly. She could feel the warmth beneath her hand, and Charlie’s abdomen twitching with excited expectation.

Lisa pulled back. “Charlie, I want to make love to you. Would that be okay?” she asked, hoping she wasn’t moving too quickly.

As a big smile crossed her face, Charlie nodded in agreement. But then, realizing Lisa probably couldn’t see that in the dark, she nervously answered, “I would like that… except, um, I’ve only ever done it with Karen.”

“That’s okay, baby. We’ll take it slow. You just tell me if I do something you don’t want or don’t like, and I will stop. All right?”

“Uh-huh, I trust you, Lisa,” Charlie replied as she fumbled in the dark for Lisa’s head, pulling her down once she’d found it. “You make me feel safe.” Then their lips met again. Charlie’s kiss was passionate, and their tongues renewed their crazy dance.

With deliberate movement, Lisa let her hand travel to Charlie’s hip and then slowly down her leg, bringing it back up along her inner thigh, stopping just shy of her little pussy.

Charlie moaned, spreading her legs, hoping to entice Lisa to explore further. Lisa recognized the signals, but continued to be coy. She ran her fingertips back down Charlie’s thigh and up again, threatening to touch her sex with each pass, but always stopping just short. The naked girl was soon pushing her hips up off the bed trying desperately to make contact with Lisa’s hand. Finally her pleading moans were too hard to resist. Lisa moved her hand from the inside of Charlie’s thigh onto her labia.

“Ohhh, Lisa!” Charlie’s tormented groan was followed by a long soft whine.

Lisa could feel the heat emanating from the girl’s nearly bald pussy as she pushed a finger into her folds. She had stopped kissing her, and instead listened to the throaty moans, whimpers, and heavy breathing.

“Yes!” Charlie squeaked when the woman found her young lover’s swollen clit. Lisa massaged it slowly at first, then at an ever quickening pace as Charlie bucked against her hand. The child’s head thrashed from side to side, her hands clawing at the bed sheets, as she cried out her pleas for that sweet release.

“Oh, Lisa yes! It’s happening! Don’t stop. Don’t stop! Yesss!” she yelled. Her body stiffened and shook before collapsing back onto the bed.

Lisa wanted to taste the girl so badly. Her own juices were flowing now. But she decided to let Charlie relax a bit before moving on.

“Are you okay, sweetie?” Lisa asked after a few minutes when Charlie’s breathing had returned to normal.

“Oh my god, yeah! That was awesome,” the little girl sighed, an unseen smile on her face.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Lisa said as she leaned down and softly kissed her. “There’s more where that came from, if you think you can handle it.”

“More? Yes please!”

Lisa chuckled at the reply as she kissed and nuzzled and nibbled at Charlie’s neck. She kissed her way down to her shoulder and across her collar bone, then still lower to kiss and lick her little nipples. Meanwhile, her hand had moved again to the young girl’s pussy. Lisa ran a finger in between the warm, slippery folds of skin, causing Charlie to moan in renewed arousal. As she pushed the finger deeper, into her core, Lisa discovered that the girl’s hymen had already been broken. She wondered if Karen had been the one who’d broken it. Lisa kissed her way across Charlie’s tummy, over her mound, and onto her soaked pussy, shoving the blankets aside as she went.

Pausing for a moment, Lisa inhaled deeply. The lingering fragrance of the bubble bath combined with the girl’s own sweet scent was utterly intoxicating to her. She took another long, deep breath through her nose. Then, putting her mouth on Charlie’s sensitive clit, Lisa gently kissed and licked it as her finger toyed with the child’s g-spot.

Charlie moaned and her hips rocked in response to this heightened assault on her pussy. Lisa licked and sucked on her young lover’s clit as she fingered her vagina. The girl clawed at the sheets as Lisa continued to lap up her juices with vigor. Another orgasm soon swept over Charlie, consuming her, the intense waves of pleasure making her feel lightheaded.

“Fuck yes!” the child cried, clamping her legs together, trapping Lisa’s head between them.

Lisa felt a new flood of delicious juices coat her mouth and chin. Gently she withdrew her finger, but kept her mouth over Charlie’s pussy as her lover’s ecstasy slowly subsided, until her legs relaxed and fell away, releasing Lisa from their grip.

The woman moved back up on the bed and softly kissed the little girl.

“Mmm… is that me I taste?” she asked.

“Yes, it is, sweetie,” Lisa chuckled. “You came a lot.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Charlie meekly apologized.

Lisa kissed her again. “There’s nothing to be sorry for, baby. It’s a beautiful thing, and I promise you I loved every sweet drop.”

“Okay, but, um — I want to taste you now,” Charlie said, as she tried to push Lisa onto her back.

Lisa let the girl take control, and flopped over onto her back. Charlie quickly kissed her way all around Lisa’s face, trying her best to imitate everything Lisa had done to her. But really, Charlie was more interested in carnal pleasures right now. The romance and tender passion of lovemaking would have to take a back seat.

Charlie took a breast into her hand and kissed the erect nipple, exploring it with her tongue. Lisa could feel the pleasure building deep within her, and knew it wouldn’t take much for her young lover to push her over the edge.

The girl continued to suck and nip at the nipple in her mouth. She caressed Lisa’s flat belly and played with her navel. Then she took the other nipple into her mouth, sucking like a baby as Lisa moaned with desire. Charlie lovingly kissed each wet nipple once again before scooting down to kneel between the woman’s legs.

Lisa spread herself wide, allowing unrestricted access. As Charlie placed her hands on the insides of Lisa’s thighs, she wished the lights were on in the room so she could see what she was exploring. Slowly moving her hands inward, she was surprised at the lack of hair around her pussy.

Lying on her back, trembling with arousal and anticipation, Lisa could feel her warm juices running down between her legs, most likely dripping onto the sheets below. Her hips jerked when she felt Charlie’s thumb press down onto her clit.

“You like that?” Charlie cooed in such a low, seductive voice that it not only surprised Lisa, but made her shudder with desire.

“Yes, I like it,” Lisa hissed. Her hips gyrated as Charlie continued to torment her clit with her thumb.

Soon Lisa felt a finger from Charlie’s other hand pushing its way into her vagina, only to be joined by another finger soon after. She whimpered as her young lover began to fuck her. It was now Lisa’s turn to claw at the sheets. Stabbing jolts of searing pleasure flashed throughout her body, across every nerve ending.

Charlie repositioned herself and replaced her thumb with her mouth on Lisa’s swollen and sensitive clit, all the while keeping those two fingers pumping and probing deep inside. A spasm shook Lisa as she felt the child’s lips and tongue make contact with her.

“Oh god, Charlie! You’re gonna make me come!” Lisa yelled as she raised her knees and grabbed the girl’s head in her hands, pulling her close. Charlie redoubled her efforts, eagerly fucking Lisa with a skill no 11-year-old should have.

Lisa feverishly rocked her hips, shoving her aching pussy into Charlie’s face. The girl’s mouth on her sex, her fingers inside — it was Nirvana, and within seconds the floodgates opened, soaking her young lover’s face. Lisa cried out as all the pent-up energy escaped with a titanic release that shook her body down to its very core.

When she was finally finished, after what seemed ages, Lisa released her grip on the girl, whispering, “Charlie, baby, come up here. I need to kiss you now.”

Very slowly, Charlie crawled up into Lisa’s embrace, dropping soft kisses every few inches along her body. Once Lisa had the girl in her arms, and they were face to face, she kissed her deeply. She could taste their juices mingling together in their mouths.

“Oh my god, that was out of this world, sweetie,” Lisa sighed as the two lovers kissed and caressed.

“I’m glad you liked it. But you came so much, I thought you were gonna drown me,” Charlie teased.

“Sorry, honey. I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard before. You were just amazing.”

Soon they pulled the covers back up and snuggled close. They kissed and cuddled a short while longer, until both drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By Girl Lover

Jennie woke up Monday morning to find Kala’s side of the bed empty. She threw back the covers, then using her good arm pushed herself up to a sitting position. The moment her feet hit the floor she felt a sudden urge to pee, so she plodded along to the bathroom. As she peed, she thought about how she was becoming used to living here with Kala. It was so much nicer than her old house. She flushed the toilet, then walked into the living room to look for Kala.

She didn’t see the woman anywhere, but there was a lot of stuff piled on the table. Going over to it, she saw folded clothes, some bags, a few small boxes, and two guns. She recognized the pistols from the many guns she’d seen at her parents’ house. Opening one of the boxes, she found several short, gold-colored cylinders, a little thicker than the thickness of a pencil. She pulled out one of the gold cylinders and looked at it curiously.

At that moment, Kala walked in from the garage, freezing the instant she spotted Jennie, “Put that down!”

Jennie set the object down on the table, noticing Kala’s voice wasn’t her usual friendly tone, “What is it?”

“Nothing.”

Kala walked over and picked it up, putting it back in its slot with the other 9mm bullets, then closing the box. “Do not touch any of this,” she said, more sternly than she’d intended, before turning away and going into the kitchen.

Jennie moved away from the table, a worried look on her face.

“What do you want for breakfast?” Kala’s voice rang out from the kitchen.

Jennie didn’t answer. It seemed like Kala was upset with her, but she didn’t understand why.

“Jennie?” Kala stepped back into the living room. Seeing the worried look on the girl’s face, she came over and knelt by her, “Jen…?”

“Are you mad at me?” The child’s voice came out in a whisper.

“No, no, I’m not,” Kala hugged her. “It’s just… I’m a little distracted and I took it out on you. I’m sorry.”

Jennie glanced at the table.

“Y’know how I told you we were going to be leaving?”

Jennie nodded.

“Well… we’re leaving tomorrow.”

“I’m going too?”

“Yes. I’m taking you with me.”

“Where are we going?”

“Abilene.”

Jennie’s face was blank.

“It’s about three and a half hours northwest of here. We’re leaving tomorrow morning and will get there around lunchtime.”

“Why are we going there?”

“Remember my family, the Burning Angels?”

“Yeah…”

“Well, we’re going to stay with them for a while.”

“Are Bonnie and Raven coming?”

“Raven is.” Kala paused, then said quietly, “But I don’t think Bonnie will be coming.”

“I really hope Bonnie can come.”

Kala didn’t respond to that, instead telling Jennie, “Go get your clothes and bring them out here, okay?”

*****

“Sweetheart… it’s time to get up for school.”

Bonnie’s mother could see that she was awake, her eyes already open. She could also see that Bonnie’s eyes were red from crying and that there was no life in them, just a blankness. The child lay inert in the bed.

“Bonnie?” Still no response. “Sweetheart…?”

Her dad came through the door, shouting, “Bonnie! Get up this instant!”

Bonnie stoically sat up, then walked into the bathroom. Her mom went out to the living room where her dad was putting on his tie. “I don’t know what’s wrong with her,” the woman exclaimed worriedly. “It’s like she’s a zombie.”

“She’s just acting out. Trying to get her own way,” he replied, watching himself in the mirror as he adjusted his tie. “You need to be firm with her.”

A half hour later, her mom drove Bonnie to school. Neither of them spoke during the ride, and for her mother, it was an uncomfortable silence. She looked at Bonnie, studying her. The girl’s demeanor wasn’t one of rebellion, it seemed, but of sorrow and defeat.

As they pulled up at the front entrance of the school, her mom said, “Okay, I’ll be here at two forty-five to pick you up. Love you.”

Bonnie didn’t even turn to look at her, much less respond. She opened the car door and got out, walking toward the building without looking back. Bonnie’s mom watched her and noticed that not only was she not looking at or acknowledging anyone else, she wasn’t really walking. It was more like she was trudging along in utter despair, as if all her life and spirit had left her. Why would she be so wounded over some stranger she had just met?! Driving away, the woman shook her head, concerned that perhaps she and her husband had gone about this the wrong way.

At school, Bonnie stayed alone. Some of the girls tried to engage her, but she didn’t say anything back to them. The only person she wanted to confide in was Jennie, but she wasn’t there that day. She was absent.

Bonnie didn’t participate in class activities. She just sat there, not moving, until her teacher finally sent her to the nurse, thinking the child might be sick. The nurse took her temperature and asked if she felt ill, but Bonnie wouldn’t reply, so the nurse called her mother.

Several minutes later, Bonnie’s mom walked into the school office, “I got a call about my daughter not feeling well.”

“Yes, Mrs. Cartwright,” the receptionist replied. “She’s right through that door.”

Her mother walked into the adjoining room and found Bonnie sitting in a chair, looking at the floor, her whole upper torso drooping downwards. Stepping over to her, and placing a hand on her knee, she said, “Bonnie?”

Just like that morning, Bonnie didn’t respond. She simply sat there, not moving and not focusing on anything.

“She doesn’t have a temperature, and she won’t tell me what’s wrong,” the nurse told her.

“I’ll take her home,” said her mother.

As they walked out to the car, her mom asked, “Bonnie, what’s wrong? Why are you acting this way?”

The girl continued to trudge along, apparently stupefied, staring down at the ground in front of her.

At her wit’s end, her mother stopped in front of Bonnie, squatting down, trying to look into her eyes, but still unable to make contact. Grasping her shoulders, she urged, “BONNIE! Please talk to me! Yell! Cry! Hit me! Do something! Anything! Just don’t shut me out like this!”

No response.

“What did that woman do to you?!”

No response.

“Who is she?!”

Still nothing. In a last desperate effort to get any kind of reaction, her mother pinched Bonnie’s arm hard — but all she saw in response to that were a few tears welling up in Bonnie’s eyes and dripping down her cheeks. With tears now in her own eyes, she stopped pinching her daughter and hugged the girl fiercely out of deep concern. Then, standing back up, she continued to lead Bonnie toward the car.

They got inside and started up. As they were pulling out of the parking lot, her mom asked, “Do you want Pizza Hut for dinner tonight?” She didn’t really think Bonnie would answer, but she was willing to try anything.

When they arrived at the house, Bonnie saw those ugly bars on her windows. She went inside, straight to her room. Her backpack fell on the floor and she curled up on the bed in a fetal position. She had given up hope of ever seeing Raven again.

A few minutes later, her mom looked in on her and saw that the girl’s eyes were blank, staring at nothing. There was no life in them. With her concern now turning to fear, she stepped back out to the living room and called her husband at work.

“Henry, I’m really worried about Bonnie. The teacher thought she was sick so I brought her home… No, she won’t talk or respond or anything! There’s something really wrong with her… I think we should make an appointment with the doctor… Okay, try not to stay too late.”

After hanging up, she went to the fridge and poured a glass of orange juice, then brought it in to Bonnie. “Honey, I brought you some juice.”

She waited a moment, getting no response, then set the glass down on the nightstand. Sitting on the bed beside the girl, her mother rubbed Bonnie’s back sorrowfully as she wondered what was to become of this situation.

*****

Raven got off her bike and walked inside her house. She had been trying to occupy herself all day, changing the oil on her bike, running errands, doing her best to keep her mind off Bonnie. Now in the early evening, she was hungry, having not had any lunch. She took out some leftovers and popped them in the microwave, then texted Bonnie again.

She hadn’t heard anything from Bonnie the day before, and this morning had texted her, but so far Bonnie had not replied. Maybe she was with her parents and couldn’t call or text, or maybe she lost her phone, or maybe she was simply busy playing with friends. After all, she had a life too.

Raven had a bad feeling, however, that it wasn’t any of these things, and that something was wrong.

The microwave beeped. She took the food out and went over to the couch to watch TV. As she ate, she kept flipping through the channels, but nothing looked good to her. Finally in disgust she turned it off. She took another bite, noticing how quiet everything seemed… and how lonely.

She checked her phone again to see if there was any reply, but there was nothing. It was after six. Could Bonnie really have been so busy that she couldn’t check her phone?! When Raven finished eating, she lay down on the couch, feeling frustrated. No matter what she did, she couldn’t get Bonnie out of her mind. She kept seeing that cute little face as she giggled with water dripping off her naked body in the hot tub.

‘Why do I keep thinking about her?’ the woman asked herself. ‘My family is the Burning Angels. She was nothing serious, just some passing encounter.’

At least she was supposed to be, except it hadn’t turned out that way. During this past week, Bonnie had done something to her. Raven had fallen into Wonderland and was trapped there. But she liked Wonderland and wanted to stay, except now she was alone — and Wonderland wasn’t much fun when you were alone.

As the hours ticked by, Raven grew more and more despondent about Bonnie’s absence. She couldn’t deny that what had happened to Kala had happened to her. She had fallen in love. With a kid, a nine-year-old little girl. Like Kala, she didn’t know what this meant, only that she needed to figure it out.

Getting up, she went over to Kala’s side of the duplex and knocked. A moment later, Kala opened the door and stepped out into the garage.

“How’s Jennie?” Raven asked.

“A lot better. Her arm doesn’t hurt anymore and the bruising has gone down.”

“That’s good. But… I haven’t heard from Bonnie since the day before yesterday. I’ve texted and called, but there’s no answer.”

“Maybe she’s just busy or something,” Kala suggested.

“No, I think something’s wrong. She wouldn’t wait this long and not answer. I have to find out what happened.”

“It may not matter anymore.”

“What do you mean?!” Raven scowled.

“Jadis called this morning. We’re heading out tomorrow.”

Raven felt a moment of anxiety, then asked, “Tomorrow?”

“Yeah. After we’re done in Texas, we’re moving on to Louisiana.”

“You’re taking Jennie?”

Kala nodded. Raven looked off to the side, thinking, then said quietly, “I can’t take Bonnie. Even if I could get her away from her parents, if anything were to happen to her…” She looked back at Kala, “Have you told Jennie what we’ll be doing?”

“No. I mean, what am I supposed to say? This morning when I was packing, she open up a box of nine-millimeter rounds and I got mad at her. I didn’t mean to. It’s just that I don’t want her mixed up in all this. She’s so sweet and innocent, I don’t want her to know about it.”

“Well, what’s she going to think when she sees us pulling a job?”

“I don’t know.” Kala folded her arms as she leaned against the wall. “This past week… it’s opened my eyes as to what life can be… apart from the Burning Angels.”

Raven looked apprehensively at Kala, “I have to tell Bonnie we’re leaving.”

*****

Bonnie lay in bed, staring at the ceiling in the darkness. Her parents had already gone to bed some time ago. She reached under her pillow for the steak knife that she had hidden there earlier, then sat up in bed, pulled up her shirt and held the knife to her belly.

She was in love with Raven, just like her parents were in love with each other. She had never understood the power of love between two people before, but now she did, and to be without someone you were so much in love with… it hurt. Life without that person seemed bleak and miserable. She couldn’t take the pain anymore. And now — she was going to make the pain go away. If she couldn’t be with Raven, what was there in life for her?

Bonnie felt the cold, sharp point of the blade pressing against her skin. She stared down at it, trembling, her breath becoming ragged and shallow in anticipation. She gripped the knife, breathing out hoarsely, “I love you Raven.”

Slowly she pushed the blade inwards… her hand began shaking, the knife slipped through her fingers, and she fell on the bed with huge wracking sobs. Curling up, she grasped her legs in a fetal position as she cried bitterly, “R-Raven… why…?”

Through her sobs, there was another sound. A tapping. “Bonnie.”

Bonnie tried to stop crying. She thought she’d heard her name. She listened. Another tapping, and then, “Bonnie.”

She raised up, looking in the direction of the window.

“Bonnie,” she heard.

She exploded inside as she realized who it was! Leaping up, she scurried to the window, fumbling with the latch before quickly raising it. “RAVEN!?” She reached through the bars, eagerly grasping her hands.

“Shhhh!” Raven warned.

Bonnie was a flurry of words, “My parents found out, Alice’s mom saw us at the mall, they took my phone so I couldn’t call, and they put these bars on, I missed you so much, I wanted to see you but I couldn’t they won’t let me leave or call or–”

“Bonnie!”

The girl finally stopped. Raven tried to speak but couldn’t at first. She reached through the bars, stroking Bonnie’s cheek as she looked into her eyes, which were red from crying. She seemed so thin too, thinner than usual.

“Did you come to get me out of here?” Bonnie asked.

“No.” Raven shook her head.

Bonnie was stunned, staring at her in shock.

“I’m leaving tomorrow,” Raven continued quietly. “I came to say goodbye.”

“L-leaving?” Bonnie mumbled, “B-but why…? Where…? When will you come back?”

Raven was silent for a few seconds, then said, “I’m not coming back.”

Tears began welling up in Bonnie’s eyes as she exclaimed in anguish, “But I don’t want you to leave!”

“I have to.”

“Why?!”

“My family. The Burning Angels. Me and Kala are going to be with them now.”

“Kala’s going away?! Who’ll take care of Jennie?!”

“Kala’s taking her–”

“Then take me with you!!” Bonnie interrupted.

“It’s not the same. Jennie doesn’t have a home. You do. You have a good life here…”

“No, I don’t! I’m a prisoner!” Bonnie cried. “I don’t want to stay here! Take me with you!”

“I can’t!” Raven insisted. This was not going the way she’d planned. She didn’t want Bonnie to hate her. “Me and Kala… we, we’re not the kind of people you think we are.” She closed her eyes in frustration.

“I don’t care! I just want to be with you!”

Raven was growing exasperated, “NO! I can’t… I can’t risk anything happening to you.”

“I thought you loved me,” Bonnie said quietly, tears running down her face.

“I do, I do…” Raven wiped the tears running down her own face. “That’s why I’m not taking you.” Cupping Bonnie’s cheek, she choked, “I’ll always love you,” then she pulled away as the child tried to hold on.

“NOOO — DON’T LEAVE ME!”

The woman stepped back, “Goodbye Bonnie.”

Bonnie reached as far as she could through the bars, straining in her efforts to keep Raven from leaving, “Please… please… please…”

Raven wiped her eyes as she looked at Bonnie once more, then turned and disappeared into the darkness, with Bonnie’s screams haunting her as she ran away, “RAVEN…! NOOOOOO…! DON’T LEAVE MEEEEE…!”

The bedroom door crashed opened. “BONNIE?!” her father yelled. “What the hell are you doing?! Get back in bed!”

Bonnie refused to leave the window, still screaming, “RAVEN!” as her father tried to pull her away.

Her mom came in, “Bonnie?! What is wrong with you?! Get in bed this instant!”

The girl crumpled onto the bed as her dad went back to the open window, looked out, didn’t see anything, and pulled it shut. “Now go to sleep!” he shouted, then closed the door behind him as he and her mother left the room.

For many long minutes, Bonnie lay crying. When her eyes were empty of tears, she stared blankly at the wall, thinking about things. Then the knife, half-hidden in a fold of the blanket, came into focus. She picked it up, looked at it — and threw it across the room.

Bonnie had made up her mind. Just seeing Raven and hearing her voice made her feel not quite so desolate. She was angry now at both Raven and her parents. And she wasn’t going to give up this easily. If Kala was going to take Jennie, then Bonnie would make Raven take her too.

She made her plans. Raven had told her she was leaving tomorrow. The only chance for Bonnie to get away from her parents would be during school. The school wasn’t that far from Raven’s house. She could leave during morning recess and walk over there. ‘Okay, that’s what I’ll do’, Bonnie told herself.

If she was going to leave with Raven, she’d better pack. Getting up, she took her school stuff out of her backpack and hid it under the bed, then packed two changes of clothes, her favorite book, Meg and the Ghost of Hidden Springs, and… she looked around the room at her toys, her DVDs, CDs, and the rest of her books, but concluded that she didn’t really need or want anything else. Setting her backpack on the floor beside her, the girl crawled into bed and lay there, her mind of jumble of thoughts as she eventually drifted off to sleep.

*****

Raven sat on the curb beside her bike on the darkened, empty street, face in her hands. She could still hear Bonnie’s screams in her head as her guilty conscience accused her of abandoning the child. It killed her to have to do something so seemingly cruel, but it was for Bonnie’s own good.

‘Was it?’ Her conscience raised doubts within Raven as she wiped her eyes.

*****

In the morning, Bonnie woke up with the sound of her alarm for once. Turning it off, she thought about everything she’d planned and got out of bed with determination. After showering, she got dressed and went to the kitchen for breakfast. For the first time in three days, she had an appetite. Her mother had made bacon and eggs, which Bonnie took and ate silently. Her mom tried to engage her in conversation, but she remained silent. ‘At least she’s eating’, her mother remarked to herself.

After Bonnie finished breakfast, she went to her room to get her backpack. She grabbed it and was about to leave, but then stopped and took one last look at her room… a funny feeling that she would never see any of this again swept over her. Suddenly spying something on the nightstand, she ran over and picked it up. A memento of happier times, it was a small framed photo of her with her parents at McKinney Falls State Park, taken the previous summer. She’d had a lot of fun there, and the memory of that was special to her. She slipped the photo into one of the pockets in her backpack, then turned and left.

The ride to school was as silent as it had been the day before. When they pulled up beside the building, her mom said, “Have a good day. I’ll see you this afternoon.”

Bonnie opened the car door as she always did, and was about to step out, but paused. Turning back, she stared at her mom for several seconds. “Goodbye,” Bonnie finally said. Then she slid out of the car seat and shut the door, thinking, ‘Who knows when we’ll see each other again…’

Her mother, caught off guard by such peculiar behavior, sat wondering as her daughter walked along the sidewalk towards the front entrance of the school.

*****

During class, Bonnie was again brooding and uncooperative. But unlike before, now there was a gleam of vigor in her eyes as she waited impatiently for morning recess. Finally, the teacher lined them up to go outside. They marched out of the classroom, and upon reaching the playground, everyone scattered.

Bonnie waited, looking around to make sure none of the teachers were watching her, then slipped back into the building. Hurrying along the quiet hallway, scared of being caught, she finally reached her classroom, grabbed her backpack, then went back outside again. Now she turned sharply away from the playground and ran around the corner of the building, out of sight of everyone. Putting her backpack on, she began the trek to Raven’s house.

During the long walk, she thought how strange it felt to be out on the busy roads in the middle of the school day. She kept imagining that her mom or dad might drive by and see her and pull over, but they never did. After what seemed like an eternity, though it was actually less than half an hour, she turned onto the street that Raven’s house was on.

As she approached the duplex, she saw that the garage door was open and both bikes had saddle bags attached to them as well as the usual tail bag. Kala was putting something in one of the bags when Bonnie came strolling up the driveway.

“BONNIE?!” Jennie shrieked excitedly. She ran over and hugged her best friend with her good arm. “You came! Are you coming with us?”

Kala wore a confused look. “But — what are you doing here? I thought Raven wasn’t bringing you.”

The sound of a door hitting against the wall caused them all to look over at Raven, who had just stepped out of the house into the garage, her arms full of boxes. When Raven saw Bonnie, she stopped mid-stride and stared, her face a mixture of anxiety and elation.

Bonnie, determined to stand her ground, crossed her arms defiantly, and stated, “I’m coming!”

It took Raven a few seconds to process that the little girl she was in love with was standing right there, but once she did, she continued walking towards her bike. “No, you’re not.” She dropped the boxes into one of her saddlebags.

“Yes, I am! Jennie’s going,” Bonnie told her in an insistent manner, her eyes narrowing at Raven.

Kala and Jennie had both stopped packing at this point and were watching the drama unfold.

“That’s different! She doesn’t have a home.”

“Neither do I!” Bonnie countered.

Kala stepped over to Raven, saying quietly, “She seems really determined.”

Raven glared, “I’m not gonna take her around those bitches! How’re you gonna keep Jennie safe??” She shook her head, “No, I can’t take the chance…” Then she turned back to Bonnie, “I wish I had the life you have. I’m taking you back.”

Bonnie’s scowl melted into a sad look, “I don’t want that. I want you.”

“What about your parents?” Raven asked.

“I don’t want them, I want you!”

Bonnie ran to the woman she loved, throwing her arms around her as she pressed her face against her stomach. As the tears came, she sobbed, “I can’t live without you. I can’t.” Peering up at her face, Bonnie beseeched, “Please…”

Raven gave the girl a hug. She desperately wanted to take Bonnie with them, but how could she keep her safe? She looked at Kala, who raised her eyebrows at her in return then simply shrugged. Raven looked down at Bonnie…

Continue on to Chapter 8