Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

In the Hayloft

By Amy K.

{ This story was originally posted at the now-defunct Sisters in Love }

It was the summer of my eighteenth year, and I was once again spending my summer vacation with my cousin Samantha. This year we were staying at her parents’ place, which was a little farm out in the middle of nowhere. It was a nice enough place, with many wooded areas that two girls could lose themselves in, and the nearest town was only about a fifteen-minute drive away.

It was also the summer that Samantha’s little sister Tabitha turned fourteen. She seemed to be more on her mother’s side of the family, unlike her sister, and was nowhere near as adventurous either. To my knowledge, the girl’s experimentation with sex had been limited to solitary pursuits late at night. But this summer, that was to change.

June and July passed fairly uneventfully that year. The summer had been a rather annoyingly cool and rainy one, so Samantha and I barely found the time to “be together” except for after bedtime. It was a little frustrating, though, for we both had looked forward to taking a little camping trip a short distance away. We were looking forward to being able to truly let go, but with the rain, and the fact that we were told we’d have to take Tabitha along, we were forced to change our minds. So, we spent a lot of time being good, which was a bit of stretch for Samantha and I.

Finally, though, on one of the few pleasant days that summer, luck was on our side. That day, Tabitha was off visiting a friend who lived a few miles away, and her and Samantha’s parents had gone into town for lunch before heading off to some auction or other. This left my cousin and I all alone to look after things for several hours, and we planned on taking advantage of it…

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Just after her parents’ car pulled out of the driveway, and out onto the old dirt road that lead out to the highway, Samantha grabbed me by the hand. With a mischievous grin, she dragged me off towards the small barn a few yards away from the house.

It really wasn’t much. Mostly it was just a storage shed for farm equipment, with a few empty stalls where our grandparents once kept horses and a ladder up the small hayloft were my Uncle William kept rabbits.

I couldn’t help but giggle, my whole body tingling with excitement as I followed Samantha up the wooden ladder to where several dozen bales of straw and a blanket would serve as a more than adequate place to be naughty. I could almost feel my frustration building, my expectations overwhelming me. As a result, once I was standing before my cousin, there in the loft amongst several dozen voyeuristic rabbits, I simply lost control.

Without a word, I grabbed Samantha around the waist and, pulling her towards me, kissed her full upon the lips. She resisted for but briefest of seconds, and had to laugh at my sudden aggressiveness, but melted into me as my tongue invaded her mouth.

It felt so good to finally hold my beloved cousin in my arms, to run my hands over her back while I tasted her sweet lips. It seemed like an eternity since we were alone without the threat of parental interference, and we intended to make the best of our time together.

I sighed contentedly into Samantha’s mouth, running one of my hands down to the firm roundness of her ass, hugging my cousin as close to me as possible. She obliged me quite sincerely, by leaning forward into me as she surrendered to my desires.

I soon felt my cousin’s soft hands upon my tummy, sliding slowly up and under my T-shirt as I tried to undo her jeans with one hand. “You’re so insatiable!” she chuckled, pulling away for a moment as my pulse pounded in my ears.

“I can’t help it,” I said with a grin, my breathing becoming more haggard as my excitement built, “I’ve missed having you all to myself!”

“But what if someone should catch us, Amy?” teased Samantha as I dropped to my knees, pulling down her jeans and panties as I went.

I glanced up at her with a sly grin when I heard her words, and met her hungry gaze. “Then I guess we’ll just have to make it a threesome!” I giggled, and gave the toned, firmness of her thigh a gentle kiss.

Samantha chuckled softly, and moaned happily as she felt my hands moving up her legs as I kissed my way towards the dark red curls of her pubic hair. I made a bit of a show of seeming reluctant as I moved closer and closer to her waiting pussy. Once I had come within inches of it, I ran my tongue back down her inner thigh as I squeezed her calf muscles gently with both hands.

She reacted as I knew she would, her whole body quivering as she tried to remain standing and in control. I gave her thigh a playful nibble before bringing my hands up to cup her ass cheeks, and watched as my cousin’s facial expression changed. I smiled to myself as I listened to her breathing change to become almost a panting sound when my lips were placed just above her clit.

“Mmm! Right there!” Samantha told me with a sigh, as she placed her hands upon my shoulders for support.

In response to her encouragement, I squeezed her firm ass in my hands as I ran the tip of my tongue through her pubic hair in a random pattern, being sure to avoid her clit until I was ready.

“Sam,” I asked her in my most sweet and innocent of voices as she leaned forward a little and gasped. “Do you love me?”

“Yes, yes, Amy, I do,” she replied. “Mmm, please, you know what I need.”

“Then tell me,” I teased, smiling as I ran tongue back down to trace a line over her inner thigh, carefully avoiding my cousin’s labia.

“Yes, ooh… I love you Amy. I really do!” Samantha’s voice was raising in pitch a little as she spoke, and I could hear the desperation therein.

“Then tell me what you want, my love,” I continued, and brought my hands back around to spread her pussy apart with my fingers without giving Samantha too much stimulation.

My cousin looked down at me, as her long curly red locks fell about her pretty face. There was a look of intensity in her eyes that always sent chills through me, and I couldn’t help but giggle with delight as she grabbed me by the hair and forcibly pulled me towards her pussy.

“Lick me!” cried Samantha, as she buried my face in her pussy. “Lick my cunt, Amy! Do it, NOW!”

I sighed contentedly, and shoved my tongue inside of her without hesitation. To my delight my cousin had gotten quite moist from my teasing, and I was rewarded for my work by the taste of her wonderful pussy.

My cousin calmed down a little as I settled into a bit of a rhythm, my tongue moving about inside of her, finding all the secret places that I knew would heighten Samantha’s excitement. She sighed happily, and I listened to the patterns of her breathing as I pushed my head back against her hands in order to run my tongue over her swollen pussy lips. Samantha relaxed her grip a little, and I let out a little whine of mock disappointment at not having her pulling my hair as I moved up toward her clit.

She then gasped as I simultaneously gave her hardened clit a long, slow, circling lick, and slid my middle finger inside of her wet pussy. “Oh!” gasped Samantha, in surprise, and panted for a few moments before catching her breath enough to inquire, “Are you — Ohh! Are you going to fuck me now, little girl?”

“Mmm, only if you want me to, Sam,” I teased, and gave her clit a careful nibble as I twisted my finger inside of her, causing my cousin’s body to shudder.

“Oh, you know it!” she laughed and gave a little cry as I felt her inner walls contract, “Oh–! Oh, Amy, right there! Don’t stop!”

I smiled to myself as my cousin begged for more. All the while I held her clit in my teeth as I licked it with the tip of the tongue, all the while slowly and methodically weaving my finger into her pussy. Her cries and gasps of delight soon increased even more, and I knew that there was no turning back as Samantha tangled her fingers in my hair and tugged, giving me all the more reason to continue.

I then glanced up, smiling as I watched the expressions that crossed her face as I flicked her clit rapidly, sliding a second finger into my cousin’s wet, convulsing pussy. There was something beautifully entrancing about the way Samantha closed her eyes tightly, while biting her lip and gasping almost rhythmically as I began a slow, gentle thrusting with my fingers.

I knew that Samantha was close, and I knew that I could finish her with little effort, but I could never be quite so generous.

I had always truly enjoyed watching my cousin come. It was almost like a form of performance art with her, and though she often referred to my willingness to go down on her as “giving”, I always thought of it as the slightest bit selfish. Samantha always seemed to be at her most beautiful at the point of orgasm, and keeping her there was as much for my benefit as for hers.

But my reverie was broken at the sound of Samantha’s sudden loud cry as she fell forward, shaking uncontrollably. I cried out as well, in surprise, though, and was thankful for the bales of straw that littered the loft, as my cousin and I became an awkward tangle of arms and legs.

I giggled as I realized no one was hurt, finding her reaction rather amusing, and was surprised once more to find that Samantha had barely noticed our predicament. I, however, was now somewhat trapped, pinned to the straw strewn floor by her legs, which were now tightly squeezed together. I could feel my fingers still inside of her, and Samantha’s pussy clamped down hard upon them while she came.

“Oh-! Oh fuck–!” I heard her gasp as I struggled to get out from under her enough to breathe, and smiled when I realized that Samantha was mostly bent over the bale, “Oh, Amy! Oooh!”

My cousin’s moaning and gasping seemed to go on forever, regardless of our awkward position, and for once I was almost glad when they began to subside. With just a little reluctance, I retrieved my fingers, and crawled out from under Samantha. I then sat down and smiled at her vulnerable position as I gave my wet fingers a lick before sucking my cousin’s juices off of them.

“Ooh, I’m so sorry…” I heard her say quietly.

I looked up at her and smiled. “It’s okay,” I assured my cousin, and crawled over on my hands and knees to give her a gentle kiss, “Actually, it was kinda amusing. But I think in the future, you might try sitting down first!”

Samantha smiled, and rolled over before sitting down on the floor and beckoning me to sit beside her. I complied, and snuggled in close when she put her arm around me, holding me protectively.

“Thanks, though,” my cousin replied. “Even with the mishap, it was wonderful.”

“You’re welcome as always,” I told her, and looked up into her eyes, “But I can think of other ways to thank me.”

Samantha smiled, and gave my teasing kiss on the nose. “You’re so demanding, little girl,” she chuckled, “I may just have to teach you a lesson in manners!”

I gave her my best pouty face, and tried to look hurt, eventhough I was on the verge of a giggle fit. “Oh, I’m sorry,” I said sweetly, “I’ll be good, Mommy!”

My cousin blushed a little as words sent a bit of a chill though her, smiling as she bowed her head a little while she spoke. “Well, actually,” admitted Samantha, “I was thinking of another role for you to play…”

I tilted my head questioningly, as I sized up her expression for a moment. “Oh?” I inquired with a grin, “you have my attention, my love, now come on. Spit it out!”

Samantha laughed a little and shook her head. “No, I… I can’t,” she replied, “It’s too embarrassing!”

“Now I really want to know!” I giggled, and moved repositioned myself so that I was straddling her lap facing her, “Come on, Sam, tell me!”

“No way!” she laughed, turning away and covering her face with her hands.

“Aw, don’t hide from me, Mommy,” I teased in my youngest sounding tone, “Don’t you want to make your little girl happy?”

Samantha sighed and dropped her hands in time to see me slip out of my t-shirt. I then smiled down at her, my small, perky breasts not far from her face. “You — you know I always do,” she said with a smile, and cupped them with her hands, carefully taking my small pink nipples between her fingers.

“Then tell me what you want,” I said as levelly as I could with my cousin’s long fingers squeezing both my nipples at once, twisted them gently as we spoke.

“You’ll laugh at me,” my cousin replied quietly as she watched the small movements of her fingers.

“No, I won’t,” I said honestly, my tone becoming serious, “Just tell me, Sam. It can’t be that bad.”

“Well, actually,” she said, suddenly blushing almost as red as her hair, “I was thinking more along the lines of pretending you were my sister…”

I gasped loudly, and tried not to laugh with my own sudden sense of embarrassment. Although we had never actually discussed it, we had both noticed the way Tabitha had been developing. She was growing up almost as quickly as Samantha had, and would probably be just as beautiful, but for now the girl was still in her deliciously cute stage.

I myself had even masturbated a few times, thinking of what it might be like to be with her, but I had no idea what she even thought of sex, let alone with another woman.

“I — I see,” I stammered, “Well, I think I could handle that. Too bad we can’t do it for real, though!”

My cousin looked up at me with her eyes wide. She smiled broadly and threw her arms around me. “Amy, I love you!” she exclaimed, tears of relief welling up in her eyes, “I love you so much…”

“I love you too, Sam,” I told her reassuringly. “And it’s okay. Really, it’s not like I haven’t thought about it…”

“Really?” she inquired, “That’s good. ‘Cause I was afraid of how you’d react.”

“Why?” I inquired seriously, “I know who your heart belongs to, and I have no problem with you fantasizing about anyone. Especially not when it’s someone as yummy as your little sister!”

Samantha chuckled a little and kissed my neck. “Thank you,” she said, “But it’s not only that, I mean… she’s so young…”

“So?” I asked, “Tabitha’s a year older than we were when we where first together. I don’t see any problem with it.”

“I’m glad,” she said, and pulled away enough to face me, “I was actually kinda worried that you’d freak out or something. But, I’m glad it’s not such a big deal to you.”

I shrugged with a bit of a grin. “Why do you suppose I enjoy pretending to be your little girl?” I asked with a smile. “There’s more to it than you think!”

“Well, then why do you suppose I enjoy it when you do!?” laughed Samantha, leaning my back onto the floor.

“I guess we share a few fetishes that we should have discussed previously!” I giggled, giving in to my cousin’s advances.

“Definitely,” she agreed, bringing her legs into a kneeling position, “But isn’t that floor a little hard for you?”

“Kinda,” I agreed, and reached up with my hands so that I could be helped up, “Maybe that bale of hay?”

“Straw,” corrected Samantha. “It helps insulate the room so that rabbits don’t freeze.”

I shrugged. “Whatever,” I replied as we got to our feet, “I’m afraid you’re the only true country girl here.”

Samantha smiled. “Opposites attract, I guess,” she said, putting her arms around me, and turning around. “Now lay down, little one, and let me return the favor.”

“And just what does my big sister have in mind for her little sister?” I giggled as she slipped off her shirt.

My cousin paused at my words, and inhaled deeply. “You’ll see, Tabby,” she replied, and I tried to hide my smile as my cousin blushed again, “But first I think we need to make this place just a little more comfortable.”

“How very practical,” I commented, trying to get a reaction with a hint of sarcasm.

“Well,” replied Samantha, as she laid our shirts across a bale of straw, “If you really want straw sticking in your butt…”

“Actually,” I told her offhandedly, “I’d prefer your finger!”

“Well, then maybe I’ll have to try two!” laughed Samantha, taking me in her arms and kissing me before laying me down lengthwise across the bale.

“Oh, you!” I laughed, as she moved down, running her hands over my breasts, and giving my nipples each a playful squeeze before moving on.

“Me?” my cousin inquired, chuckling as she kissed her way down towards my breasts, her hands now supporting her weight on either side of me, “What did I do?”

“Mmm, I think it’s more of what you’re going to do,” I purred, running my nails across back as her tongue began to caress its way across my small firm breast.

“And what am I going to do, little one?” she asked, and gave my nipple a gentle nibble before dragging her teeth across it as she raised her head to smile at me.

“Anything you want, big sister,” I answered softly, and ran my hand across the softness of her cheek.

“Be careful what you wish for,” replied Samantha, before giving my fingers a kiss and little suckle before moving back down to run the tip of her tongue around my nipple.

I sighed contentedly, and held her head in place as she sucked the better part of my breast into her mouth. I moaned happily as her tongue played across it, as she suckled it almost in time with my pulse. Soon, I felt Samantha’s hands on my thighs, spreading my legs and pulling me down a little farther so that my hips were off the end of the bale of straw.

“What are you doing?” I inquired sweetly with little real concern.

“Nothing,” my cousin answered as she pulled back and gave me a deep, teasing kiss between my breasts.

“Why don’t I believe you?” I giggled, smiling uncontrollably as I felt Samantha unbuttoning my jean shorts before pulling them down.

“Don’t you trust your big sister, Tabby?” she asked, trying to sound both hurt, and just a little authoritative.

I couldn’t help but laugh at the feeling her words sent through me. I felt naughty enough making love to my cousin in her parents’ hayloft, but playing out a scenario where I was pretending to be her fourteen-year-old sister sent chills through me. And the fact that we could conceivably be caught drove me completely wild.

I looked up in time to watch Samantha begin kissing her way down across my stomach as she reached up with her left hand to cup my breast. But it was my cousin’s right hand that caused me to truly take notice.

Propping myself up on my elbows, I watched as Samantha positioned herself between my legs and teasingly began running the tip of her tongue around the outside of my pussy. The whole time she held my gaze, smiling a little as she could see the hunger in my eyes. Trying to distract me from the subtle movements of her index finger as it traced a line between my ass cheeks before moving to my labia.

“Hmm, could be wetter,” commented Samantha, and gave my clit a quick lick that sent chills though me, “Oooh! That’s a bit better, a little more though, I think.”

I could only close my eyes and moan softly as my cousin slid her tongue inside of me, the whole time slowly rubbing my clit with her thumb as she fondled my breast while squeezing, pinching the hardened nipple between two fingers.

She kept this up for several minutes, obviously enjoying my little sighs and gasps before I started letting out long deep moans. Samantha didn’t stop, though, she moved her mouth up to my clit and suckled the hardened bud as she slid two fingers between my moist pussy lips. My body shuddered a little at the initial penetration, and my inner walls immediately clamped down against my cousin’s fingers as she began slowly sliding them in deeper and deeper.

I soon had no choice but to fall back up the bale of straw as what felt like vertigo made it difficult to stay elevated. The sensation of my cousin’s fingers moving slowly in and out of me as she licked and nibbled at my clit driving me crazy, yet Samantha managed to keep me on the edge without letting fall.

It was both frustrating and achingly arousing to have her tease me so. I knew from past experience that Samantha was purposely finding just the right places to stimulate me. Then, she would exploit them to the point where I surely thought I’d come, before moving onto the next. It was like the sensation of rising and falling upon waves of ecstasy, and I was at their mercy.

I then felt her pull her fingers back, and I cried out in anguish as the joyous sensation of penetration was taken from me. But I was to be deprived only for a moment, as I felt my cousin’s middle finger rubbing my juices into my asshole before pushing against it.

“Ow! Ohh… yeah,” I moaned, sighing deeply with pleasure as I was doubly penetrated by Samantha’s long fingers. “Right there, cuz!”

I could actually feel Samantha’s fingers touching between the thin barrier between my asshole and pussy as they moved in unison in and out of me in long even strokes. “Do you like it?” she inquired.

“Mmm, yeah!” I exclaimed, grabbing her wrist and pushing harder. “Ohh, but– but, Sam, is this what you want–! Oh! Want to do to Tabitha?”

“Oh, oh yeah!” she laughed with a wide grin, “Definitely! I want to show my little sister everything we’ve shown each other.”

“Oooh, sounds sooo good!” I giggled, taking her other hand as well, and making her pinch my nipple just a little harder, “Tell me, my love– OH! Tell me! Tell me how you want to fuck your little sister!”

My cousin grinned and began rubbing my clit with her thumb as she fingered me. “Oh, I don’t know…” she replied wistfully. “Maybe I’d do THIS!”

With that, Samantha slid another finger inside of my ass, causing me to shriek loudly, arching my back as the feeling filled me. “Ohh! Ah, I–! Uh–!” was all I could manage as my cousin’s fingers stretched me a little father apart. But it felt so good to be so full that all I could do was push her fingers in even farther.

“Oooh, I see you like it, little girl!” chuckled Samantha, “Hmm, I may have to punish you if you like it too much!”

“Oh! Oh yes, Sam!” I cried, almost laughing as I moaned. “Please! Please punish me!” My cousin grinned and twisted her fingers inside of my a little before shoving them firmly back inside. “Oh, so does my little Tabby want a good spanking?” she teased, trying to sound a little condescending.

“Mm! Oh, yesss! Please!” I begged, my whole body alive with sensation, my senses on the verge of overload as the thought of her Samantha’s hand smacking my across the ass making me come.

“Oh, my!” she exclaimed in mock despair, “You’re coming all over my finger, little girl! Now what ever will I do?”

“Oooh! An-anything!” I gasped as my body shuddered, and I began thrashing about, my orgasm taking total control, “Ah! Sam! Ohhh!”

My cousin quickly removed her fingers, and moved up to hold me as I came. She held me close and kissed me affectionately as I shuddered beneath her. “Shh…” she soothed, as I let out a long series of short gasps, and tears actually formed in my eyes at the joy I felt.

“I love you, Amy…” I heard her whisper in my ear, and it was all that I could do to hold her.

I knew that I’d probably leave scratches across her back as I inadvertently dug my nails into her back while I squirmed, but I knew that Sam wouldn’t mind. She merely held me tighter, nuzzling my ear lovingly as my near convulsions began to subside, and I took several long deep breaths so that I wouldn’t hyperventilate.

“Oh, Sam…” I moaned, “thank you… so much.”

“Uh, Amy?” I heard her pensive reply.

“Yes?” I inquired sweetly, expecting her kiss but instead finding Samantha looking up in horror.

I tilted my head, and gasped at what I saw. I had to blink several times to make sure I wasn’t dreaming, but what I saw was real. Before us stood little Tabitha with a shocked look across her face.

If it weren’t for our precarious position I would have thought her expression too cute in a sweet and innocent, almost vulnerable way. She was wearing a pair of blue denim overalls, with a tight pink t-shirt that I was certain hugged her little tits in just the right way. Her shoulder length red hair was tied in a pair of girlish looking pigtails that added to her youthful innocent appeal, and the girl’s wide green eyes seemed to betray a sense of wonder.

“Whatcha doing?” she inquired sweetly, putting her hands behind her back and blushing a little.

“Um, playing?” I volunteered, feeling horribly embarrassed, yet strangely excited at the same time.

“I see…” the girl replied somewhat pensively, “It doesn’t look like any game I’ve ever played.”

“It’s more of a grown-up game,” explained her sister, standing up, making no move to cover herself.

“But it’s a secret one,” I added as I followed suit a little more modestly, and glanced around for the rest of my clothes.

“It must be,” pondered Tabitha, “’cause I’ve never seen anyone else doing that. And no one’s ever told me about it either. Is it fun?”

“Definitely!” laughed Samantha a little nervously as I stood closely behind her, trying to shield myself with her body, “But, because it’s a secret, you can’t tell Mom or Dad about this.”

“Why?” inquired her sister innocently, looking a little skeptical, “They’re grownups.”

“They wouldn’t understand, Tabby,” replied Samantha solemnly, and put her arm around me, “But… But we’d like to show you more some time. If, if you’d like…”

Tabitha bit the end of her finger thoughtfully, and I felt my nervousness heighten as I heard my cousin’s dog barking excitedly as their parents walked towards the house. “Um, maybe,” she said carefully, and glanced over her shoulder for a moment to look outside, “But I’m not a grown-up. I thought you said it’s a grown-up game.”

“It is,” I agreed nervously, returning Samantha’s embrace, “But I think you’re old enough.”

“Yeah!” agreed Samantha with a reassuring smile, “But it would have to be later. And we’d have to be quiet and careful about.”

“Okay, I guess,” replied Tabitha, “But I… I don’t know too much about this stuff.”

“It’s easy,” her sister assured her, “We’ll show you how it’s done, and you can join in as much or as little as you want.”

“I see,” commented Tabitha thoughtfully. “So when can we start?”

“How about tonight?” I inquired, “After your parents have gone to bed. We’ll have to be quiet, but it’s more exciting this way.”

Samantha smiled and nodded. “Quite, my dear,” she replied, “But, that’s for later. Right now, we’d best be getting our clothes back on. A secret’s only a secret so long as no one knows about it. But, what’s your opinion, Tabby? You up for it tonight?”

The girl nodded slowly and smiled a little. “Yeah, I think so,” she said with a bit of cute giggle. “Just tell me when.”

“No — no problem!” I stammered nervously, overjoyed to have the chance to retrieve my clothes once the girl had started climbing back down the ladder.

“Well,” commented Samantha with a smirk, “Things are getting curiouser and curiouser!”

“Thank you, Alice in Wonderland!” I muttered, pulling on my shirt, “Goodness, you’re cool under pressure!”

My cousin smiled confidently as she stood with her shirt in her hands. “The Ice Man Cometh!” she quoted.

“In this case the Ice Girl, I should think,” I corrected, “But at least you still have a warm heart.”

“For you? Always, my love,” Samantha assured as she took me in her arms, “You know I’m lost without you.”

I blushed a little as I smiled, momentarily unable to meet her gaze. “But… are you sure what we did was okay?” I inquired, “What if… What if Tabitha doesn’t like it and she tells? What’ll happen to us?”

“Shh…” my cousin whispered, putting her finger over my lips, “We’ll always be together. No matter what, don’t worry. But, I’m certain that my sister will enjoy what we have to offer her, just as much as you once did, Amy. Trust me, I have the situation in hand. Even if it scares me a little…”

I laughed a little and put my arms around her, cherishing the sensation of her body pressed against mine. “I’m scared too,” I admitted, “But I do trust you, Sam. I always have, and I always will. And even if this blows up in our faces, I’ll still love you, and regret nothing.”

“Thank you,” replied Samantha, with a bit of moisture in her eyes, “But we should go and see my parents before they wonder where we are and Tabby tells them.”

I nodded, and reluctantly let her go before finishing dressing and following my cousin back to the house.

Continue on to Part Two

By Ebo

Kelly started the water going in the stall, then untied her robe and slipped out of it. Naked, she turned to the mirror hung on the back of the door. She didn’t dance professionally anymore, but she was still in amazing shape. Long in the leg and narrow in the waist, with just enough breast to muster some cleavage in a low-cut dress, she still had her dancer’s build. Smiling, she thought she would have no problem turning a few heads.

The hot water felt amazing, and she stood under it a while before reaching for her body wash. She breathed in the scent of jasmine as she poured a puddle of soap in her upturned palm. She always loved the smell of jasmine, and the shower was redolent with its scent as she began to soap up.

As she washed between her thighs, she felt she was getting a little scratchy down there. It had been a couple of days, and she needed to shave, again. Glancing at her razor and shave gel, she thought it could wait until tomorrow. With Vicky here, she wouldn’t wouldn’t need a smooth pussy tonight.

She had been shaving down there for as long as she had needed to. She had caught some flack from the girls in her middle school and high school gym classes, but she didn’t let their teasing change her mind. She just liked the way she looked clean shaven, loved how soft and smooth she felt down there after a shave. She had been doing it since she was twelve-ish.

Kelly realized she was still looking at her razor. Shrugging, she picked it up, thought, Tonight or tomorrow, makes no difference.

She didn’t want to admit why she decided to reach for the razor. She knew, but she didn’t want to acknowledge it. Acknowledging it would give her secret growing desire a name. It already had a name but as long as she didn’t say it out loud…

Shaking her head, she pushed those dangerous thoughts aside, focused on shaving. She has been doing it for so long that she made short work of it. Rinsing the soap away, she looked at her cute, smooth pussy, ran her fingers over her soft labia. She shivered.

Kelly finished her shower, dried off, then slipped back into her robe. She went to her room, slipped into some pajama bottoms and a tank top. Dressed, she went in search of Vicky. She found the girl in the living room, watching TV.

Sitting beside her on the couch, Kelly asked, “Anything good on?”

“Not really,” Vicky said, offering Kelly the remote. She went back to flipping channels when Kelly waved her off. Finally, she gave up and turned off the TV. Looking at herself, Vicky asked, “Do you have something I could wear?”

“I think we could find something,” Kelly said, getting up, “Come on.”

The girl followed Kelly down the hall to her bedroom. Kelly left Vicky to look around while she went to her closet and started poking through her clothes for something the girl could wear.

“I love your bedroom,” Vicky said.

Pausing in her riffling to smile at the girl, she said, “Thanks.”

“It’s very you,” Vicky said, walking around.

Curious what the girl meant, Kelly asked, “How so?”

“It’s beautiful,” Vicky said, looking at Kelly over her shoulder, “Stylish but not pretentious… Like you.”

Kelly gaped wide-eyed at Vicky, caught completely off guard by the comment. Did Vicky really think she was beautiful? She had to remind herself that even if Vicky thought she was beautiful, it didn’t mean the girl was attracted to her. Women- and girls, too- were just more open in their opinions of their fellow women.

And even if she was attracted to me, it doesn’t mean anything would ever be done about it. Even if Vicky wanted to, that was one road I’m not going down.

The fact that she even needed to tell herself that made her wonder how true the statement really was. Would she really say no if the option of sleeping with a willing and interested Vicky was on the table? Not that she thought Vicky was interested in sleeping with her. But, if she were…

“Um, thanks,” Kelly said, turning away from the girl before she could see how flustered the comment had made her. Her hands were shaking some as she went back to finding something for Vicky to wear. She took a bunch of deep breaths, trying to get herself under control, again.

She found a summer dress she had bought at the beginning of the season. The tag had said it was her size and she hadn’t tried it on, only to find out it was a little small for her when she got home. It was cute, so she had kept it, thinking maybe she could squeeze into it. Pulling it out of the closet, she thought it might be a little big on Vicky but not so much she couldn’t wear it.

“Here,” Kelly said, turning back to the girl, “try this on. Might be a little big, but I think it’ll be okay for tonight.”

Vicky took the dress, holding it to look at it. She smiled at Kelly, said, “It’s cute.”

“I said the same thing when I bought it,” Kelly said, laughing, “but it’s too small for me. A bit snug.”

“It’s too bad you can’t wear it,” Vicky said, her smile turning up a bit more. “You would have looked amazing in it.”

Kelly inhaled sharply, caught off guard, again, by the girl’s comment. There was something in Vicky’s eyes that said that it was more than a simple compliment. The way Vicky had said it had sounded… Flirty. Kelly didn’t think she was imagining things.

“Then again,” Vicky said, her smile becoming playful, “you’d look good in just about anything. Even pajama bottoms.”

That smile made Kelly forget to breathe for a few seconds, and her heart was off to the races in her breast. She has had some women smile at her like that when they wanted to go home with her, but never a twelve-year-old girl.

Well, one girl did- Vicky’s mother, Kelly thought, which didn’t help her reaction any. She and Becky had had a very intimate, very carnal relationship by the time the girl had moved away.

“Vicky, I…” Kelly said, then ran out of words. She really didn’t know what to say. Her face was hot, and she wondered if Vicky could see her blushing.

The girl met and held Kelly’s eyes, and Kelly thought she was looking for something, maybe gauging Kelly’s reaction to her comment. Kelly hoped the girl couldn’t read her thoughts because they were going places they really shouldn’t go.

Vicky tucked her hair behind her ear almost shyly, her eyes never wavering from Kelly’s as she asked, “Do you think I’m pretty?”

“I, well…” Kelly stammered, the question short-circuiting her brain.

“I catch you looking at me sometimes,” Vicky said, a hint of nervousness creeping into her voice, “when you don’t think I’ll notice.”

Kelly couldn’t work up enough saliva to even try to deny what the girl was saying was true. Besides, how could she deny it? It was the truth. She had been looking at the girl. She wasn’t all that surprised Vicky had noticed; she hadn’t been very subtle about it. Unable to resist, the girl had drawn her eye like a moth to a flame.

“Then earlier,” Vicky said, her voice taking on a nervous warble, “I saw you in the mirror, watching me undress.”

With a sinking feeling in her gut, Kelly realized she had been found out. Vicky knew Kelly had an inappropriate interest in her. Judging by the way this conversation was going, Vicky was at least a little interested in Kelly, too. That scared the hell out of Kelly because she was already on shaky ground when it came to the girl. If Vicky kept looking at her like that… She didn’t know if she had the self-control to resist her.

“I was disappointed when you walked away,” Vicky said, self-consciously, “I thought because of all the times I caught you looking that you might like me… Like that. You walked away before I finished undressing, so I… I don’t know. If you had stayed, I would have known for sure, but I don’t.”

Kelly thought she should say something, but she had no idea what that should be. She wanted to reassure the girl that she was beautiful, but she didn’t think that was a good idea. Kelly figured the best thing she could do was quash the girl’s burgeoning feelings for Kelly, to tell the girl she was mistaken about Kelly’s interest in her. A whopper of a lie that would keep this situation from spiraling further out of control. Kelly didn’t have the heart to do it, though. Vicky looked so vulnerable standing there in just a towel. She couldn’t couldn’t do it. More than that, it had shown a lot of guts, confronting Kelly like this. Kelly didn’t think she could have done it when she was Vicky’s age, didn’t think she could have been this bold.

“So,” Vicky said, drawing Kelly’s attention back from her thoughts, “I thought…”

Kelly watched the girl struggle to find the words to express what she wanted to say. She opened her mouth a couple of times, only to close it without uttering a word. Finally, she just took a deep breath and released the knot between her breasts. Gasping, Kelly watched the towel falling, falling in slow-mo to the floor. Naked, the girl turned those big brown eyes on her and Kelly couldn’t breathe. Vicky just stood there for Kelly to look at, her spine straight and her hip cocked confidently. Kelly thought the girl wasn’t as confident as she let on, sensed a vulnerability and a shyness just behind the sassiness.

Unable to take her eyes off the girl, Kelly drank her in like a woman dying of thirst would a tall glass of iced tea. Vicky was truly stunning, her lovely young body making Kelly ache to touch her, to be with her.

“Do you think I’m pretty?” Vicky asked.

Kelly didn’t even try to lie, the evidence of her attraction to Vicky surely plain on her face and in her eyes. The girl had to know, anyway, so she said in a shaky voice, “You are beautiful. So beautiful, but I need you to put this on now.”

Playfully, Vicky looked at the dress Kelly was offering, said, “Why?”

“You know why,” Kelly said, meaning it. She knew just how shaky the ground Kelly was on really was.

“What if I don’t? What happens then?” Vicky asked, moving closer. She stopped within arm’s reach of Kelly, making no move to reach for the dress. She just smiled at Kelly.

Kelly met the girl’s eyes, saw a spark of desire in them that stole her breath away, made her knees a little weak. She moved away from Vicky on wobbly legs, tearing her eyes away from the girl. She took a deep breath, said, “I don’t think we should find out.”

The doorbell rang, and Kelly nearly jumped out of her skin. She looked guiltily in the direction of the front door. For a paranoid moment, she thought it was the police to take her away. Even when it dawned on her that it was probably the Chinese food she couldn’t completely shake the feeling.

Kelly handed the dress to Vicky as she hurried to get the door, called over her shoulder, “Please put this on.”

As she collected their dinner from the delivery guy and paid for their order, her paranoia didn’t completely abate. She thought he knew, somehow. Knew there was a naked twelve-year-old girl in her bedroom. When she showed him out and closed the door behind him, she put her head against the cool wood and took a few deep breaths to calm herself.

She heard Vicky come into the kitchen and turned to see the girl leaning against the center island. Kelly sighed with relief when she saw Vicky in the summer dress. She couldn’t relax completely, though. She still wasn’t out of the woods. Looking at Vicky, she knew she would have to deal with what had happened in the bedroom and her own feelings and desires.

Hopefully, it’ll be easier without Vicky’s lovely body on display, Kelly thought, walking over the island.

“This smells delicious,” Vicky said, smiling at Kelly.

“I’ll get us some plates,” Kelly said, walking to the cabinets, “why don’t you start figuring out what is what?”

“Okay,” Vicky said, pulling white boxes out the bag and opening them.

Kelly got them a couple of plates, then grabbed the two liter of Coke from the fridge. They sat down at the island and began divvying up the food. They both sighed happily as they had their first bite of the unctuous food.

Vicky glanced at the window above the sink and whatever she saw held her attention. Finally, Kelly had to look, craning her neck to see what the girl was looking at. She couldn’t see anything unusual. Meeting Vicky’s eyes, she raised her eyebrows questioningly.

“It’s a full moon out tonight,” Vicky said, sadness creeping into her voice.

“Um, yeah… I think it is,” Kelly said, frowning as she looked at the girl, “Is that significant?”

“It makes me miss my friend, Alexis,” Vicky said, sighing as she poked at her food.

“Why?” Kelly asked, wondering what the connection between the moon and Vicky’s friend could be. Unless the girl was a werewolf, Kelly couldn’t think of one.

Vicky looked at Kelly a long time without saying anything, and Kelly thought the girl was trying to make up her mind whether to tell Kelly or not. Kelly’s heart started beating a little faster, realizing it must be a good story. Finally, Vicky made up her mind, and with a nervous laugh, she said, “You can’t tell Mom.”

“Um, I won’t unless it is something that puts you in danger,” Kelly said, not wanting to make that promise without knowing the secret.

“Danger? No, no danger. Might get me grounded, but there was no real danger,” Vicky said, blushing.

“I promise not to tell, but with an asterisk. You know what I mean?” Kelly said, meeting the girl’s eyes.

“Yeah,” Vicky said, laughing.

“What’s up with the moon and your friend?” Kelly asked, sipping her Coke.

“God, I can’t believe I’m telling you this. Alexis would kill me if she knew,” Vicky said, her face turning red, “when I stayed at my friend Alexis’s house, we’d sneak out at night and go to this pond behind her house. We’d… We’d dance naked for hours, then go swimming to cool down. The water was usually warmer than the air outside, and we wouldn’t want to get out.”

Kelly’s heart was thumping in her chest because she thought she knew where this story was going. Her food largely forgotten, she leaned forward with new interest as Vicky continued her story.

“I guess we were ten… Yeah, ten, the first time we kissed. One led to a lot. We spent the night just kissing and touching, giggling the whole time. It was thrilling and naughty, fun even if we didn’t know what we were doing. The sun was coming up by the time we slipped back into the house.

Like mother, like daughter, Kelly thought, amused by how closely Vicky’s and Alexis’s sapphic beginning mirrored her own and Becky’s. The stories weren’t exactly the same, but enough alike to be surprising.

“She was so beautiful, twirling in the moonlight,” Vicky said, tears glistening in her eyes, “like an angel or a butterfly.”

“You were more than just friends?” Kelly asked.

Laughing self-consciously, Vicky said, “I don’t know what we were. I just know I liked… being with her. Regardless of what we were doing.”

Kelly smiled warmly at her, said, “I think that qualifies as more than friends.”

Shrugging, Vicky said, “She lives like fifteen hours away, now.”

“That’s rough, Kiddo,” Kelly said, remembering how it had felt when Becky had moved away, “I actually know just how you feel. It sucks.”

“Pretty much,” Vicky said, sighing. Suddenly, she sat up straighter, visibly making an effort to shake off the funk she was slipping into. She gave Kelly a sheepish smile, said, “Sorry.”

“No need to apologize,” Kelly said, giving the girl’s hand a reassuring squeeze.

“I’ll just have to find a dance partner here,” Vicky said, taking a bite of her food.

Snorting in surprise, Kelly laughed, “Are you looking for a new partner?”

“I’ve been…Testing the waters, I guess, with the girls in dance class and at school. You know, see if anyone might be interested without drawing attention to myself,” Vicky said.

“I know exactly what you mean,” Kelly said, amused. She was very familiar with the game; it was one she had played all through middle school and high school. The leading questions, carefully crafted to draw out a response without giving away too much of her own secret; the guessing and second-guessing about the signals she was getting; and the anxiety about getting it wrong.

Vicky smiled at her, said, “I thought you might.”

“Any takers?” Kelly asked, forking some pepper steak into her mouth.

“Not so far,” Vicky said, meeting Kelly’s eyes, “the only one who seems interested… is you.”

Kelly took longer to chew her food than was really necessary. She needed the time to think about how to respond. She thought about denying it, but Vicky had already seen through that lie, knew Kelly was attracted to her. Swallowing, she said, “I find it hard to believe a girl as pretty as you can’t find someone other than your creepy dance instructor.”

Laughing, Vicky said, “Alexis and me… It was a happy accident. Do you know what I mean?”

Again, Kelly thought she knew exactly what the girl was talking about. Had any one thing gone differently that day in Becky’s bedroom, she and Vicky’s mother wouldn’t have kissed for the first time. There were a lot of dominoes that had to fall just right for their lips to meet and their friendship to veer in a completely different direction.

Favoring Kelly with a playful smile, Vicky said, “Besides, I could do a lot worse than my creepy dance instructor.”

Kelly laughed, said, “Thanks. I think.”

“How about you?” Vicky asked.

“How about me what?” Kelly asked.

“Any current dance partners?” Vicky asked, with a little mischief and a whole lot of curiosity in her eyes.

“Um, no… No ‘dance partner’,” Kelly said, wondering if she should have lied about having a girlfriend. Belatedly, she realized it would have been an easy way out of this whole situation.

“I find it hard to believe a pretty dance instructor like you doesn’t have a girlfriend,” Vicky said, grinning as she turned Kelly’s words back on her.

Thinking about the dry spell she has been having lately, Kelly said, sourly, “I guess my charm only works on hard up twelve-year-old’s.”

That made Vicky laugh, and she said, “Lucky me.”

“Well, don’t get too excited,” Kelly said, pointing her egg roll at the girl, “I’m not dancing naked with you.”

“Why not?” Vicky asked, the corners of her mouth turning up in a smile that made Kelly’s heart skip a couple of beats.

“Well, for one,” Kelly said, pointing over her shoulder, “my next door neighbor is a bit of perv. He’s always watching me through his blinds, any time I’m out back.”

“That only makes it that much more fun,” Vicky said, excitement creeping into her voice, “The chance of getting caught…Alexis and I would leave our clothes in her room, sneak out completely naked. We’d be giggling and shaking by the time we made it to the pond. Without our clothes, we were so busted if anyone saw us.”

Kelly blinked in surprise at the girl and Vicky blushed. Laughing, Kelly said, “Wow.”

Vicky looked away, embarrassed.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have laughed,” Kelly said, drawing the girl’s attention, “it was just a bit of shock hearing a twelve-year-old girl say something like that. I know what you mean, though. A little danger can be fun. Exciting.”

“Yeah,” Vicky said, then leaned closer, “Want to dance with me?”

“That might be a little too much danger,” Kelly said, her heart racing.

“I’m going to do it,” Vicky said, meeting and holding Kelly’s eyes, “don’t make me dance alone.”

Kelly couldn’t breathe, stunned by the look in Vicky’s eyes, the raw desire in them.

“I- I don’t think we should,” Kelly said, a little concerned how weak her protest sounded to her own ears.

“Don’t make me dance alone,” Vicky repeated, an excited grin breaking out on her face. She giggled as she sprang off the bar stool, running for the back door. She pulled the dress up and off as she ran. It fell to the ground behind her as she twisted the knob and opened the door. She was out the door before Kelly had time to react.

Kelly raced to the door, almost slipping and falling on the discarded dress. She somehow managed to stay on her feet, but just barely. From the open door, she could see a very naked Vicky clear as day.

“Vicky,” Kelly hissed in her best ‘mom’ voice, “get in here.”

“Come out instead,” Vicky said, twirling around and around, “the air feels amazing!”

“Seriously, come back inside,” Kelly said, her eyes cutting to her neighbor’s house. His lights were out, and Kelly prayed he wasn’t home.

“I’ll come in if you dance with me,” Vicky said, holding out her hands and gyrating her hips.

The porch light came on automatically when someone passed by the sensor and Vicky had triggered it when she ran out of the house. The whole backyard was bathed in pale yellow light. Vicky might as well be dancing under a spotlight. Kelly got on her tippy toes and unscrewed the bulb, cursing at how hot it already was. She managed to turn the bulb enough to break the connection.

When the backyard fell dark, Kelly saw just how bright the moon and stars were tonight. She could still make out Vicky dancing and, as her eyes adjusted to the sudden gloom, she could see her lovely body as it twisted and flexed, spun and leaped. Kelly was transfixed by the sight.

“Come inside, and I’ll dance with you,” Kelly said, blinking when she realized she meant it.

“Would you really dance with me? Vicky asked.

“Yes,” Kelly said, her heart knocking around her rib cage, “I want to dance with you.”

“Then come here,” Vicky said, holding out her hand to Kelly.

Kelly looked at the hand, then laughed and shook her head. The girl wasn’t going to give in, wouldn’t come inside until Kelly danced with her. The girl was so beautiful standing there in the moonlight, pale and ethereal as a ghost. Feeling the last of her resistance fading, Kelly started down the steps to go to her, but Vicky shook her head.

“No clothes,” Vicky said.

Kelly hesitated only a second, then found herself stripping out of her tank top and pajama bottoms. Naked, she shivered, and it had nothing to do with the cool air finding her bare skin. It was an excited shiver, a naughty thrill that worked up her spine and she wanted to giggle like a school girl. Like Vicky had as she ran out of the house naked and into the night.

As an adult, she was a whole lot more self-conscious of her body. Society had made being naked taboo, something a woman her age wasn’t supposed to do. This whole situation seemed crazy to her, had her jittery with excitement. Still, as she stepped off the back porch and onto the grass, she had an arm across her breasts and walked with her knees together. It was an impractical way to move, used only by those who were naked and embarrassed. It really didn’t do any good- definitely wasn’t hiding anything- but she couldn’t stop doing it.

“God, this is such a bad idea,” Kelly said, under her breath. The lights were still out next door, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t home. He could be watching them right now, and she would never know. She shivered, again.

When Kelly made it to where Vicky stood, the girl moved the arm across Kelly’s breasts. Kelly could feel the girl’s eyes on her, her gaze hot on Kelly’s naked body. There was plenty of light for Vicky to be able to see Kelly. Kelly’s breath caught in her throat as Vicky’s eyes roamed over her, drank her in. She waited breathlessly for Vicky to say something.

Vicky didn’t say anything, just moved against Kelly, wrapping her arms around Kelly. Gasping, Kelly felt the twelve-year-old’s naked body mold against her own. Vicky turned her head up, smiling at Kelly. Giving in, Kelly hugged the girl back.

“I’m glad you didn’t make me dance alone,” Vicky said.

With a nervous laugh, Kelly said, “I’m glad I’m here, too.”

Vicky met and held Kelly’s eyes, asked, “Really?”

“Yeah,” Kelly said, honestly. She knew she shouldn’t be here, or even want to be here, but she couldn’t deny that she liked how Vicky felt in her arms. More than that, she was done denying her desire for the girl. The fact that Vicky was interested, too, only made it easier for her to let go of her reservations about being here. Wherever Vicky wanted this night to go, Kelly was going along for the ride.

“Good,” Vicky said, getting up on her tippy toes to give Kelly a kiss.

It was just the briefest of kisses, just a brush of Vicky’s lips against her own, but it left Kelly trembling for more.

“Dance with me,” Vicky said, excitedly as she pulled back from Kelly. Taking Kelly’s hand, she repeated, “Dance with me.”

“Dance how?” Kelly asked, looking at the girl for direction.

“I don’t know,” Vicky said, laughing, “just dance!”

Kelly watched as Vicky began to dance, to sway to some inner music only she could hear. She couldn’t take her eyes off the girl, mesmerized by the gyrations of her hips. Vicky moved with a natural grace, a fluidity that Kelly had found fascinating the first time she saw the girl dance, and she found it just as fascinating now.

She was a little jealous of Vicky’s dancing, envious of her freedom. Vicky just danced- free of inhibitions, free of social expectations, free of concerns and self-conscience. She was just a young girl enjoying the night air on her bare skin.

Why can’t I dance like that, Kelly wondered, then it dawned on her. The only one stopping her was… her. Her inhibitions and social hangups were hers to set aside so she could dance just for the sake of dancing. Not for a paycheck or to fulfill an obligation, just because the night was still pleasantly warm and the moon was so brilliant in the sky above. It was something she hadn’t done since she was about Vicky’s age. With a nervous laugh, Kelly began to move her hips. As she found her inner song, she let go of her cares and danced like she was twelve-years-old, again.

She felt as light as a feather, as free as she could remember being in a very long time.

Kelly’s inner song must be the same as Vicky’s because their moves began to sync up inadvertently. It was serendipity, purely by accident but, to anyone watching, their movements must look choreographed. The synchronicity with which they moved usually required hours of practice, but it came naturally to them.

Minutes or hours, Kelly didn’t know how long they danced under the stars. Lost in the moment, time didn’t matter. Only when head lights swung into her next door neighbor’s driveway, did Kelly snap out of the revelry she had been in.

“Shit,” Kelly said, snatching up Vicky’s hand. The fact that she was very naked in her backyard with an equally naked twelve-year-old girl came back to her with the sound of her perverted neighbor getting out of his car, and she got her feet moving. Laughing, she said, “Run!”

They were both laughing as they darted for the house. They burst inside, closing the door behind them. Looking at each other, they started laughing harder, Kelly holding her side.

“Too close,” she said, smiling at the girl.

“Worth it, though,” Vicky said, returning the smile.

“Definitely worth it,” Kelly agreed, shaking her head, “I haven’t done anything like that in a long time.”

“Well,” Vicky said, moving into Kelly’s arms, “I’m glad you liked it.”

“I loved it,” Kelly said, putting her arms around the girl’s neck. It was the truth. Dancing with Vicky under the stars was something she’d never forget. Not that she wanted to. It was a memory she hoped to hold onto for a very long time.

Kelly loved the feel of Vicky’s slight body pressed against her own, and she thought about the brief kiss they had shared on the back lawn. It had left her wanting more and, now with the girl in her arms, again, Kelly thought about Vicky’s story and what had happened after dancing. She didn’t have a pool but…

Her heart started beating faster in her breast and Kelly was trembling with need and fear. Mostly need. It had been a long minute since she had been with anyone and her desire for Vicky has been building up unchecked for months now.

If she kisses me now, Kelly thought, swallowing hard, I’ll come completely undone.

The thought barely had time to take root in her mind when Vicky turned her face up, smiling this little smile at Kelly. She couldn’t breathe because it was a smile for the bedroom, out of place on a girl Vicky’s age but undeniable. On her tippy toes, Vicky leaned into Kelly, stopped with her lips only inches from Kelly’s.

She wants me to be the one, Kelly thought, looking into the girl’s beautiful brown eyes, she wants me to kiss her, wants me to be the instigator.

Did she dare? At this point, would it even matter who kissed whom? The line had probably been crossed a long time ago. Still, she wished Vicky had just kissed her, had pushed her over the edge into the forbidden, the taboo. Now, she had to make the decision whether or not to take the plunge on her own.

Still looking into Vicky’s eyes, she didn’t agonize over the decision too long and probably not nearly long enough. Kelly pressed her lips to Vicky’s before she had time to think better of it. When she opened her mouth a little, Vicky’s tongue touched hers, caressed it, drew her into a deeper kiss than she was ready for. Only twelve, yet Vicky kissed better than some of the more experienced women Kelly had been with.

Vicky broke the kiss, her eyes flashing at Kelly. Smiling, she said, “I wasn’t sure if you’d kiss me.”

“Me, either,” Kelly said, laughing.

“I’m glad you did,” Vicky said, kissing her, again. Like before, the kiss got away from them, the passion building between them bubbling up in a hurry. When they finally came up for air, Vicky smiled at Kelly, took her hand, and said, “Come on.”

“Where are we going?” Kelly asked, even though the look in Vicky’s eyes was answer enough.

“Your bedroom,” Vicky said, heading that way like she expected Kelly to follow her without argument. The girl wasn’t wrong.

Continue on to Part Three