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Slippery Tips: Advice for the Would-Be Erotic Author

  • Posted on June 14, 2017 at 6:00 pm

By DirtyMindedMom

Note from JetBoy: Our dear site sister Rachael, who has graciously permitted us to re-post several of her amazing stories (which you can find under her DirtyMindedMom moniker in our Story Archives) recently began postng a new series of incredibly useful suggestions for the novice erotic author. Upon encountering these while paying a visit to Rachael’s site, I immediately wanted them for Juicy Secrets. Cheryl and Naughty Mommy strongly agreed, and that’s when we got the idea of setting up our Writing Advice page, featuring Rachael’s tips and much more. Make all her helpful hints yours, and perhaps one day YOU can turn out a story as spine-meltingly hot as Rachael’s “Family Practice.”

This article is very much a work in progress, and we will be adding more segments from Rachael in the months to come. Thanks by the bushel basket to her for letting us post these here (and for allowing me to “lesbianize” all the sex parts for the benefit of our particular audience). We love you, Rachael!

Porn Writing One Oh-Oh-OH! One

I hear from a lot of people who want to write dirty stories, but don’t think that they can. This is just plain silly. Anyone can write erotic stories – ANYONE! It’s been said that if you can talk, you can write. That’s never been more true than when it comes to writing hot porno stories.

I’ve been toying with the idea of writing a How-To manual for would-be erotic writers for a while now, but it’s something that could end up being a big project and so I’ve put it off. Well, it finally hit me that I don’t have to sit down and do it all in one shot. I remembered that I have this blog thingie and I can simply write it as a series of posts. Duh.

I don’t want to get too technical or fancy about it, but my plan is to offer a collection of quick tips and tricks to help people understand some of the fundamentals of writing in general and the elements you need to consider when you’re writing about naked people doing filthy things with their genitals.

There’s no set plan for this endeavor, so who knows how it will play out. I’m just going to jump in and see where it takes us. I’ve gotten a great deal of pleasure from writing, and, if I can help other people get the same thrill out of it that I have, I’ll be very happy.

Here goes…

Rachael’s Slippery Tip #1: Write About What Turns You On

When you’re starting out, this is critical. Attempting to write a story based on what’s popular, or what you think will turn other people on, is a recipe for disaster. I was obsessed with studying writing when I was in college, and for years after. I read every book about writing that I could get my hands on. I was full of theory, but when I sat down to write, I worried too much about what my readers wanted and ended up not having anything worthwhile to say. It wasn’t until I started writing porn for my own pleasure that I was able to become completely immersed in the process, and finish a story that I was willing to share with the world. The only reason I was able to get there is because I was writing about something that I cared about and that turned me on (and I mean really turned me on!).

If it makes you horny, it will make other people horny. That I can guarantee. If you force yourself to write about something that you’re not into, it will show – especially when you’re just starting out. If your goal is to get people wet and/or hard with your words, don’t waste time chasing after what you think people want. You know your own kinks better than anyone, so write about those. Do what you love, and the orgasms will naturally follow. (I think that’s how the saying goes, right?)

A question I get from wannabe authors is: What should I write about? You already have the answer. Think about what story categories you’re drawn to, or what porn videos do you most often turn to. If you find yourself standing naked out in the middle of a field, what are you going to fantasize about while you masturbate (because if you’re out in a field by yourself naked, you’re obviously going to masturbate!). Once you figure out what turns you on the most, you’re ready to take the next step.

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Rachael’s Slippery Tip #2: Start Small

Writing porn is a shitload of fun! But, if you want to do it well, it can also be a lot of work. One problem I’ve seen many first time writers run into is that they’ve envisioned a sweeping erotic epic with a large cast of horny characters coupling and tripling up in an endless array of combinations — but when it comes to translating their opus into a real story, they peter out a few pages into it. For your first couple of stories it’s important not to bite off more than you can chew (or, more appropriately for our purposes, don’t eat more than you can swallow).

When you’re starting out, think in terms of setting up a simple situation that leads to one good sex scene. Daughter walks in on mom masturbating with a dildo and offers to do it for her. Teenage girl wants to learn how to make out and gets her best friend’s little sister to practice with her. Mom sneaks into daughter’s bedroom to filch the girl’s unwashed panties, but the daughter catches her mother sniffing them and offers to let Mom smell her pussy instead.

Nothing fancy, nothing too complicated, just a straightforward cause-and-effect situation. Keep the main action strictly between two characters. There could be a third character lurking around to add some tension, but the sex scene needs to revolve around just two people (or any combination of two humans, aliens, elves, dogs, and/or vampires). Along the same lines, don’t try to have your amorous couple perform the entire Karma Sutra. Limit yourself to one or two sex acts and focus on really bringing those to life. Mom fingers her daughter. Woman goes down on the little girl next door. Thirtysomething housewife ties up her younger sister and fucks her with a dildo. Don’t try to do too much all at once.

Shoot for three to five pages, but no more than about seven. Pages can vary depending on how much dialogue there is, so it might be helpful to think in terms of word count. Around 3,000 words is a reasonable target for your first few stories. Once you get the feel for the amount of time and effort it takes to write a simple story, you’ll be better equipped to know when to begin expanding your titillating tales to include multiple sex scenes, more characters, and deeper plots.

Start small, score a few quick successes by actually finishing some stories, then build from there.

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Rachael’s Slippery Tip #3: Building to a Great Climax

A good story is like a good one-night stand.

First there’s the attraction, then some foreplay, and it all leads to a fantastic climax (or two, or five). If any of these parts are missing, then it’s just doesn’t work quite as well. It’s the same with a story, whether it’s a three-page quickie or a multi-chapter epic. You don’t need to be a literary expert in story structure, but you do need to understand the minimum requirements if you want to seduce your reader into coming back to your place for the night.

A lot of writing guides explain that stories should have a beginning, middle, and end. I’ve always found this to be a pretty useless way to explain how to shape a story. What’s important is the function of each of these parts. The beginning contains an introduction to your characters, a premise, and a promise. The middle serves to develop the characters, complicate the premise, and build tension. The end is where you deliver the big pay-off, release the tension, and fulfill the promise.

The introduction is the place for setting up everything the reader needs to know. It all starts with an interesting character that compels the reader to want to get to know them better. A mother of two in a sexless marriage who notices her older daughter developing into a desirable young woman. A shy teenage girl who doesn’t know to deal with her blossoming body and wants to explore her sexuality with someone she has trusted all her life. A horny niece who lusts after her aunt, but is crippled with guilt because her aunt and her mom are identical twins. Describing characters in this way easily leads to your basic premise. Mom seduces daughter; teen girl flirts with big sister; niece has sex with aunt as a surrogate for her own mother.

Your premise is the spine of your story. This means that every scene, event, and line of dialogue should somehow serve this main idea. Staying true to your premise will keep you on track while writing, and prevent you from veering off into areas that confuse or distract the reader.

Finally, the premise contains an inherent promise. “Mom seduces daughter,” makes a promise that mother and daughter are going to fuck. “Teen girl flirts with big sister,” promises that at some point the older girl will give in and take her younger sibling to bed. “Niece has sex with her mom’s twin sister,” promises the readers that she will realize that the desire for her aunt is a misplaced lust for her mother and that they will consummate this taboo relationship, possibly with the aunt joining in to make it a threesome. Your set-up can be as short as a paragraph or as long as a few pages, provided each of these elements is included.

The middle is generally the meatiest part of a story. This is a good place for you to tell us more about the character in terms of background, attitudes, problems, goals, or whatever is important to this story as far as motivation goes. If our premise is mom seduces teen daughter, there should be more to it than just her needing sex. What is there in her past or in her mind that allows her to cross that line and commit a forbidden act? Does she have pleasant memories of sex with girls from when she was a teen? Has she always been secretly aroused by incest fantasies? Does a friend of hers confess to fucking her own son and plant the idea in her head? Did her daughter do something to change Mom’s view of her from an innocent girl to a sexually appealing woman?

This is also where you need to build tension. Notice that I used the word ‘need’! If Mom wants to fuck, daughter wants to fuck, so then they fuck… that’s all well and good, but you’re skipping the literary foreplay. Perhaps Mom makes a move, then pulls back. Or maybe she tries something, and her daughter rejects her (for the moment). Perhaps the sparks fly, but before they can get very far they are interrupted. Without building some tension here in the middle, the climax will nearly always be less satisfying.

Then comes the big finish. This is where the promise of the premise gets paid off. Mom fucks daughter. Big sister goes down on her younger sibling. Niece works her hand into Mom’s cunt while Aunty licks her ass. This is where all porn stories end up – generally, no real surprises for the reader. They know what’s going to happen as soon as they pick up on your promise, but they want to see how the characters get there. If you’ve done a good job of building tension, by the time they get to the expected end they’re so excited that, even though they knew full well what was coming, they’re uncontrollably worked up and masturbating like crazy as the final sex scene plays out in all its graphic glory! Once you deliver on the promise and have drained everyone’s fluids, that’s your signal to end the story, and end it quickly. By then, your reader is a puddle of post-orgasmic fluids at this point, so put a clever bow on your mini-masterpiece in the form of a few poignant lines and walk away.

So there you go – all you ever need to know about story structure. That wasn’t so difficult, was it? Set-up, development, pay-off. If you can think in these terms, your stories will be better than half the stuff out there by default – I promise.

Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, your place or mine…?

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Rachael’s Slippery Tip #4: Create an Outline

To do an outline or not is a point of contention among amateur writers. To me, this is a silly argument because everyone who writes a story does an outline – even if they don’t realize it. My view is that even if you don’t think about your story and create some kind of formal outline but just start writing your story, this simply makes your first rough draft your outline – a very, very detailed outline.

Creating an outline for a porn story is super easy (at least it is if you do it like I do). It starts when you have that moment of insight – an idea for a dirty story that you just have to write. Don’t run straight to the computer – let the story live in your head for a little while. Play some of the scenes out in your mind like you’re watching a movie. Edit the scenes until they flow. Get to know your characters by watching them interact in your imagination. Jot down any traits, plot twists, or lines of dialogue that get you excited.

When you reach the point where you have to get the story out of your head and down on paper, so to speak, gather any notes you’ve made and do your outline. At the very least, all you need to do is write a brief sentence or two for each scene in your story. This will allow you to create a basic structure for your story that will keep you on track and insure that you know where you going before you begin your journey. Having an idea for how your story is going to end is as important — if not more so — than knowing where it starts.

Okay, so my idea is to write a story about a single mother who confesses to her daughter that she’s a lesbian — and a sex addict. Here’s my quickie outline:

Sex Addicted Mom (working title)

  1. Mom talks to Daughter, confesses that she’s gay, goes on to admit that she’s a sex addict, and her therapist told her she should open up about it.
  2. Daughter thinks about Mom’s confession, gets horny and masturbates to fantasy of her, even though she’s always thought of herself as straight.
  3. Daughter offers support; Mom asks her to get rid of all her sex toys.
  4. Daughter secretly keeps toys; uses them to get herself off to even more graphic mom/daughter fantasies.
  5. Mom tells Daughter she hasn’t had an orgasm in two days and it’s making her crazy; Daughter gets turned on thinking about it.
  6. Daughter now plays with toys regularly; accepts that she’s sexually attracted to Mom and makes plans to seduce her.
  7. Daughter offers foot massage; Mom accepts and talks about her sex problems; Daughter makes her move; Mom gives in and they kiss passionately, then do oral on each other.
  8. Mom and Daughter go to bedroom and fuck every which way.
  9. Final twist – Daughter finds out that Mom never went to a therapist at all; she was playing a game of incestuous seduction the whole time.

There, that doesn’t look too hard, now does it? These are just the bare bones, and provide enough of a framework to get you going. You can jump into the writing process with a good idea of where the story is going and how you’re going to get there. Like I said, this is the minimum. If you wanted to add a little more detail about some of the “beats” in the scene, along with some more information about character emotions, motivations, or actions, you can do that as you go.

This is what my expanded outline for this story might look like:

Mom’s Addiction

SET-UP

Scene 1: Distressed Mom sits Daughter down for awkward conversation – her therapist suggested she be open with those closest to her and admit two things: first, that she’s gay, second, that she’s suffering from a serious case of sex addiction. She admits that she’s a chronic masturbator and watches lesbian porn almost every night. Daughter is shocked, embarrassed, and a bit angry, though she really doesn’t know why.

Scene 2: Later that night, Daughter lies in bed, unable to stop thinking about her mother’s admission. Begins thinking about her mother’s sexuality, is shocked to find herself getting turned on. She ends up fantasizing about her mother masturbating to porn and fingers herself until she comes.

DEVELOPMENT

Scene 3: Next day, Daughter apologizes to Mom for not being supportive. She asks if there is anything she can do to help. Mom talks more about her sex addiction, then reluctantly asks Daughter to throw away some things for her since she bring herself to do so. Daughter agrees, and Mom turns over a large collection of sex toys.

Scene 4: That night, Daughter goes through the box of toys, finding herself growing more and more aroused. Finally, unable to resist, she gets herself off with a vibrator while sucking a dildo to sample the taste of Mom’s cunt. Afterwards, she feels guilty and disgusted with herself.

Scene 5: Mom is upset, Daughter encourages her to talk. Mom hasn’t had an orgasm in two days and it’s driving her crazy, she’s dying for sex and willing to do anything or anyone. Daughter tries to give advice, but the lust she feels for her mother makes it difficult.

Scene 6: Daughter gives into her urges and plays with Mom’s toys again. Accepts that she is sexually attracted to her mother, and decides to take advantage of Mom’s sex addiction to seduce her.

CLIMAX

Scene 7: Mom is really stressed, Daughter offers foot massage to relax her. Mom talks about how hard it is not to masturbate and how she misses her toys. Conversation and massage become more intimate until Daughter makes her move and kisses her mother. Mom resists, but only briefly, then she gives in, returning the kiss. They undress, then take turns going down on each other.

Scene 8: In Mom’s bedroom, they undress and explore lesbian lovemaking for the rest of the day and most of the night. Mom tells Daughter that she’d be able to give up masturbation and porn for good if they could fuck like that a few times each week. Daughter happily agrees.

Scene 9: Plot twist – Daughter somehow discovers that her mom never went to a therapist, and made the whole thing up. It turns out that Daughter wasn’t the one who seduced Mom, but the other way around!

Again, not all that much work, but now I have a very good idea of what’s going to happen in each scene, what the purpose of the scene is (both on its own, and as part of the big picture), and a sense of how these characters transition from mother and daughter to lovers. If something doesn’t work, I’ll most likely be able to spot it at this stage, where it will be much easier to fix than after I’ve written 3,000 words and realize there’s a problem and have to start over.

A big complaint by anti-outliners is that if they plan things out they lose the creative spontaneity of discovering the story as they write it. This is crapola! There’s a great deal of creativity that goes into making a good outline, which is just as exciting as writing. Also, there’s no rule that says you have to adhere strictly to the outline. If you’re in the middle of a scene and a great idea pops into your head, you’re free to pursue it. Filling in the details of an outlined scene is where the action really is, and there’s nothing in an outline that impinges on the thrill of creating a story.

There’s a lot more to say on this topic, but this is enough for our purposes. Think about your story, make an outline, write your story. These steps are critical to completing the creative phase of conjuring your erotic tale while minimizing frustration and maximizing fun.

If you still don’t want to make an outline, try doing one while naked and imagining me leaning over your shoulder helping you along as I rub my stiff nipples against your bare back. If that doesn’t work, then you’re a lost cause!

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Rachael’s Slippery Tip #5: Keep Your Tense Consistent

This seemingly simple little rule trips up a lot of writers (including me sometimes). Your story will most likely either be told in past tense or present tense – “She fingered her pussy” vs. “She fingers her pussy.” A problem I often see is that the writer unintentionally shifts between the two tenses. There are certain cases where different tenses can be deployed, but almost all of the time you need to stick to one or the other. Where I see this shift happen most often is when the story goes from general narration to the action of a sex scene. This is a natural tendency, so watch for it when proofreading your own work.

Past tense is the most common and most ‘invisible’ tense. To keep things easy for yourself in the beginning, this should be your default tense to write in. You’ll most likely find that you don’t really have to think much about it since this is how most of us naturally tell stories to our family and friends. You’ll say “So, I went to the flower shop and bought a dozen roses, and the girl behind the counter flashed her boobs at me,” more often than, “So, I go to the flower shop and buy a dozen roses, and the girl behind the counter flashes her boobs at me.”

Present tense is useful is when we want to give more immediacy to a story (especially when it’s being told from a first-person point of view). “I open the door and see my naked mom shove a zucchini up her snatch” instead of “She opened the door and saw her mom shove a zucchini up her snatch.” Both work fine, but using present tense has the benefit of being able to put the reader right in the moment, experiencing events along with the characters. Whereas with past tense, the narrator is recounting events that already occurred.

The key is to consciously pick a tense before you start writing, and stick to it. When I decide to write a story in present tense I often find myself slipping into past. Once I’m done writing a story in the past tense, I’ll often find myself slipping into it when I’m writing my next story in present tense. It’s a common problem, but one that’s easily fixed if you remind yourself to be aware of it when you’re proofreading your story.

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Rachael’s Slippery Tip #6: Use Dialogue Effectively

Dialogue is when the people in your story talk. It’s one of the most dynamic and engaging ways to tell your story, but it’s often underused in porn. Dialogue can be very effective for revealing character, for filling in background, for moving the plot forward, and for rescuing your story from being a series of big blocks of dense text on the page. It’s a very handy storytelling tool. The difficult part is making it sound natural.

Accomplishing this is more of an art than a science. Paradoxically, the quickest way to make your characters sound NOT normal is to try to mimic the way people actually talk. Real people are all over the place and if you wrote down what they said word for word they would sound like blithering idiots. Story dialogue is a stylized version of speech that rarely exists in the real world, but feels like it does.

One of the most common problems I see is failing to use contractions. We almost always use I’ll, you’re, and they’d rather than I will, you are, and they would. There are certain idiomatic phrases where it sounds awkward to use contractions, but otherwise it comes across as formal and stilted. This is why robots and aliens don’t often use contractions – it makes them sound weirdly different when they talk.

It’s sometimes good to give certain characters verbal ‘tags’, but be careful not to overdo them. Don’t have Judy start every line with “So,” or “Well.” Use these sparingly and readers will pick up on it. Same goes for accents. Don’t try to faithfully represent a character’s accent phonetically (“I pahked my cah in Havahd Yahd”). This is difficult to read and quickly gets annoying. Again, just a few little hints of an accent here and there will do the trick nicely.

Keep in mind that dialogue is usually a rapid back and forth exchange. People rarely make long speeches when they’re having a conversation with someone. Even if they do, it’s usually a good idea for the other character to inject a comment just to break things up.

Each line should move things forward. If you can remove the line and it doesn’t ‘break’ the forward momentum of the scene, then you probably don’t need it. This is often the case with ‘chit-chat’. Yes, it may be realistic, but for the purposes of a story it must be distilled down to its minimal essence.

Another important aspect of dialogue to consider is the idea of subtext. People are often indirect about what they say: there are the words, and then there’s what’s behind the words.

“Sorry I’m late, babe,” Kate said.

Jill forced a smile. “Not to worry, hon. As a matter of fact, our friends have become quite jealous of all the free time your late nights at work give me.”

Here we see that instead of being angry and lashing out, Jill is saying the opposite of what she feels in a sweet, passive-aggressive way, and she is planting seeds of doubt in her lover’s mind. What’s she doing with all that “free” time? Meeting strangers online for role-play fantasies? Licking her neighbor’s pussy? Hitting the lesbian bars, experimenting with bondage? The best dialogue forces the reader to pay attention in order to interpret what’s really being said.

Beyond the challenge of creating compelling dialogue, there is also the grammatical mechanics of how to present it on the page. There are just a few simple rules, but it’s probably the area that most new writers have the most difficulty with. I’ll cover some of the biggest technical aspects of dialogue in my next installment.

To be continued…

 

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Moonlight Dancers, Part Three

  • Posted on June 14, 2017 at 12:00 pm

By Ebo

As she followed Vicky down the hallway, Kelly wondered if this was how Alice had felt tumbling down the rabbit hole. It wasn’t Wonderland she was walking toward, but it might prove even more wondrous. No Red Queen or playing card army, no Mad Hatter or White Rabbit, but a beautiful twelve-year-old girl who wanted to have sex with her.

Vicky went to Kelly’s bed, stretching out on her back. At the foot of the bed, Kelly paused to admire the girl lying there. Vicky looked so soft and inviting, tantalizing. Crawling onto the bed, Kelly smiled down at the girl from her hands and knees. Vicky looked up at her, favoring her with that same sexy little smile that had stolen her breath away in the kitchen.

Searching the girl’s face for any sign of doubt about what they were about to do, Kelly asked, “Are you sure about this?”

“I’m sure,” Vicky said, reaching up and touching Kelly’s cheek lovingly.

“If you change your mind, tell me, and I’ll stop,” Kelly said.

“You won’t need to,” Vicky said, propping up on her elbows to kiss Kelly.

Losing the last of her self-control, Kelly kissed her back. Kelly’s hand fell on Vicky’s knee, sliding up her taut thigh and onto her stomach. Vicky was so warm and soft, her skin as smooth as silk under Kelly’s fingertips. She felt even better than she had looked from the foot of the bed. Kelly’s hands wanted to know more of the girl, and Kelly let them explore Vicky’s young body. Vicky sighed into Kelly’s kiss, beginning to respond to Kelly’s touch.

When Vicky broke the kiss and went to her back, Kelly kissed the graceful curve of her neck, her collar bone. Vicky squirmed, her breathing getting a little funny as Kelly pressed her lips to the pale slope of one small breast. The girl moaned softly as Kelly teased its stiffening nipple with her tongue, her lips. The moan became a groan as the nipple began to ache sweetly. Vicky’s back arched, pressing her breast against Kelly’s mouth eagerly. Smiling, Kelly moved to her other breast, didn’t let up until she thought Vicky was ready for more.

Kelly moved lower, kissing Vicky in the hollow of her rib cage, then followed the faint muscle line down her taut stomach. She could feel Vicky’s excitement building the lower she went, and she wondered if Vicky knew what was about to happen to her. She knew the girl had some experience in such things, just not what Vicky and Alexis had figure out. Rolling her eyes up at the girl, Kelly kissed the hollow of Vicky’s hip, and the girl giggled and bit her lower lip. Kelly thought the girl was holding her breath, her eyes shining with anticipation. Kelly’s heart started beating faster as she decided the girl definitely knew what was coming.

With her hands on the insides of Vicky’s thighs, she urged the girl’s legs wide open. Kelly’s eyes went to Vicky’s girlhood, and she thought it was the cutest pussy she had ever seen. With the faintest fuzz coming in, it looked like a pale peach, as forbidden of a fruit as any in the Garden of Eden.

Like the biblical duo, Kelly gave into temptation, tasted what was forbidden. This peach wasn’t sweet but salty with sweat from their frolicking under the light of the full moon. Still, Kelly had never tasted such tantalizing flavor on her tongue, and she couldn’t get enough of it.

Vicky moaned thickly, and Kelly rolled her eyes up. She smiled at the slack-jawed-eyes-rolled-back look of pure enjoyment on the girl’s face. Vicky’s fingers dug into the sheets as her body began to move with a mind of its own. As her hips began to undulate against Kelly’s mouth, her moans became little wordless cries of excitement.

Kelly listened to the noises Vicky was making and it didn’t take long to figure out what the girl liked and what drove her young lover wild. She had Vicky writhing in ecstasy, her cries filling the air above them. With the flick of her greedy tongue, Kelly teased Vicky’s tender bud, pushed her ever closer to orgasmic bliss.

“Don’t stop!” Vicky said, urgency creeping into her voice, “I’m going to come!”

Kelly had already known, had seen the tightening in the girl’s stomach and thighs, had heard it in her voice. She fought to keep her mouth to Vicky’s thrashing body, to finish her off. With one more cry, Vicky’s body arched off the bed. In an instant of intense pleasure, all the tension fled Vicky’s body and she collapsed back to the bed a panting, trembling puddle of singing nerve endings.

With her fingertips, Kelly gently massaged the soft labia of Vicky’s girlhood, keeping the lovely sensations flowing through her young body. Listening to the girl’s soft sighs, Kelly frowned, something the girl had said bothering her. She wondered where the girl had heard the word ‘come’. Kelly couldn’t remember knowing that word when she was Vicky’s age. She had been much older when she learned it, she thought. She hadn’t known a word to describe that explosion of pleasure the first time it happened to her, didn’t even know the clinical name for it until she had health class in eighth grade.

She was about to ask Vicky about it when the girl’s eyes opened, and she gave Kelly sated, slightly dazed smile. Vicky stretched like a cat in a sunny spot and Kelly half expected her to start purring. Kelly smiled at her and crawled up the girl’s supine body to receive a very appreciative kiss.

“God, you are so good at that,” Vicky said, when their lips finally parted.

“Kissing?” Kelly teased.

Smiling, Vicky said, “That too. You are better than Alexis was.”

Kelly gave her a quick kiss, said, “I have almost two decades on her, so give Alexis some slack.”

“Two decades?” Vicky parroted, her eyes wide.

Laughing, Kelly said, “I was younger than you my first time. That was… twenty or so years ago.”

“Wow, you are old,” Vicky said, laughing.

“Hey,” Kelly said, with fake indignation.

“You are still hot though,” Vicky said, smiling up at Kelly. Looking into the girl’s eyes, Kelly saw Vicky meant it.

“If you can say it without the ‘still’ part, I might forgive you,” Kelly said, playfully. She realized she was flirting with a twelve-year-old. Worse, she really wanted Vicky to flirt back.

Vicky sat up and gave her a toe-curling kiss, smiled at her and said, “You are beautiful and incredibly sexy. I’ve thought so since my first class.”

“Really?” Kelly said, surprised.

Blushing, Vicky said, “Yeah. You were wearing these little yoga shorts and… Well, you have great legs. Oh, and a nice ass.”

“Huh,” Kelly said, taking that in. She had been right- Vicky had been testing her, maybe even flirting a bit. It hadn’t been her imagination or just wishful thinking.

Kelly took a deep breath, said, “In the spirit of sharing, I should admit I’ve found you irresistible since first seeing you. Still, find you irresistible.

Vicky sprung into Kelly’s arms, wrapping her arms around Kelly’s neck and kissed her heatedly. In her exuberance, she toppled them over. Kelly ended up on her back, the girl atop her. Laughing, Kelly hugged the girl to her, kissing her back.

Pulling back, Vicky gave Kelly a sexy little smile, said, “I think you are irresistible, too.”

Hearing those words pleased Kelly more than she liked to admit and she kissed the girl deeply. It pleased her, even more, when Vicky kissed her back as eagerly. Kelly didn’t know what this was, this thing she and Vicky had, but she thought it could be… something. The idea was scary and amazing, completely wrong but felt so right.

She was pulled away from her thoughts when she felt Vicky’s hand slide up her flank to cup one of her breasts. Not ready for it, Kelly had to break the kiss to look at the hand on her chest, then met the girl’s eyes. Vicky gave her a little shoulder shrug, then pushed to her hands and knees. Her lips found Kelly’s nipple and a startled moan escaped Kelly. Amused, Vicky met Kelly’s eyes as she ran her tongue around Kelly’s areola.

She may be twelve, but she is far from inexperienced, Kelly reminded herself, stroking the girl’s hair as she continued to tease her straining nipple.

Her heart started beating faster as Vicky moved lower, her lips leaving Kelly’s skin tingling as she left a trail of kisses on her stomach. Kelly propped up on her elbows, watching Vicky work her way lower. Vicky glanced up at her as she pushed Kelly’s legs up and back, settling between them. Kelly swallowed hard, her heart now racing. The first caress of Vicky’s tongue on her bud drew a nervous laugh from Kelly.

So this is happening, Kelly thought, moaning. Vicky was going down on her and, as another moan slipped past her parted lips, Kelly was pleasantly surprised that the girl had a very able tongue. As her body began to move against the girl’s mouth, Kelly thought, she has done this before, probably more than once, considering how she has my toes curling.

“God, that feels so good,” Kelly said, her voice thick with excitement. She saw the corners of the girl’s mouth turn up. That smile got to Kelly almost as much as the lovely things Vicky was doing with her tongue.

Vicky eased her fingers into Kelly’s ready pussy, catching Kelly off guard. There was no hesitation on Vicky’s part, and her fingers found that magic spot deep inside that drove Kelly’s body wild. It wasn’t by accident; the girl knew what she was doing, had done this to another girl. Or perhaps, another woman?

She definitely didn’t balk at the idea of sleeping with me, Kelly managed to think through the haze of pleasure in her brain.

Kelly knew about her friend Alexis, but were there other notches in Vicky’s belt? Kelly could see an older girl- a high school girl, maybe- or even an older woman teaching an eager Vicky the ways to please a woman. She had learned it somewhere, that was sure. The only other option was that Alexis and Vicky had progressed further in the sapphic arts than Kelly and Becky had by this age. Kelly had been a junior in high school before she had put her fingers in another girl or had a girl put her fingers in her.

Her curiosity was piqued, but the lovely pressure on her G-spot and the hot caress of Vicky’s tongue on her bud was making it hard to think straight, let alone articulate a question. Maybe she’d ask later, but right now, she just wanted to close her eyes and bask in the waves of pleasure breaking on her like the tide on the shore.

With the excitement of the night weighing on her and the secret desire for the girl building and building this last couple of months, Kelly was too wound up for this to last long. The fact that Vicky was quite skilled only hastened her orgasm. Feeling its first stirrings, Kelly’s eyes sprang open, and she realized that Vicky was going to make her come. All those little daydreams and fantasies she had been ashamed of were coming true.

Kelly met Vicky’s eyes, and Kelly saw the girl knew what was happening to her. The faint smile on her lips told Kelly that Vicky was aware of the tension building in Kelly’s abdomen and thighs. That carnal knowledge in her eyes was the straw that broke the camel’s back, and Kelly cried out as she climaxed hard. The explosion of pleasure deep inside shook her to pieces and left her a trembling, gasping mess of happy nerve endings.

“Jesus,” Kelly laughed, trying to catch her breath. She felt as light as a bit of dandelion fluff on a summer breeze, and her toes still hadn’t uncurled.

Grinning, Vicky crawled up and gave Kelly a kissed. Kelly kissed her back, her hands on Vicky’s wet cheeks. She pulled the girl down atop her, putting her arms around the girl. They stayed like that a while, just kissing and enjoying the closeness of their bodies.

Eventually, Kelly said, “Why are you so good at that?”

“I was good?” Vicky said, playfully. The look in her eye said she knew she was.

“Love, you were amazing,” Kelly said, stealing a kiss, “which begs the question…”

Vicky gave a little shoulder shrug, said, “Lots of practice. I spent the night with Alexis ALOT.”

Laughing, Kelly said, “Okay. Are there any other girlfriends I should know about.”

“Alexis wasn’t my girlfriend,” Vicky said.

“No?” Kelly asked.

“She was my best friend,” Vicky said.

“The best kind of girlfriend IS your best friend,” Kelly said, smiling at the girl.

“Um, Alexis and I talked about it,” Vicky said, laughing self-consciously, “I mean I loved being with her and I love her as a friend. It’s just… We thought it would be weird. You know, holding hands and love letters and that kind of thing.”

“I think if you hadn’t moved, you’d have changed your mind,” Kelly said, thinking about how she had discovered her own feelings for Vicky’s mother too late.

“Maybe,” Vicky said, then blushed, “probably.”

“Where there any other friends like Alexis?” Kelly asked.

“No,” Kelly said, then gave Kelly a curious look, “why?”

“It’s just… The thing you did with your fingers… It’s always just been you and Alexis, right?”

Vicky nodded, said, “Yeah.”

“You and Alexis… You’ve done that before?” Kelly asked, meeting Vicky’s eyes. She saw the truth in them before the girl even nodded. Surprised, she said, “Really? Didn’t it hurt?”

“A little,” Vicky said, a playful smile breaking out on her face, “the first time, anyway. After that… Well, you know how it feels.”

“Wow,” Kelly said.

“Why did you want to know?” Vicky asked.

“I thought… Maybe, someone had shown you how. An older girl- like a high school girl… Or an adult,” Kelly said, and Vicky laughed.

“You are my first,” Vicky said, still laughing, “well, adult, anyway.”

“Are you planning to sleep with more adults?” Kelly asked, jokingly.

Vicky gave her a quick kiss, said, “I’ll wait to see how we turn out.”

Her heart racing, Kelly asked, “We? Do you think there will be a ‘we’?”

Vicky kissed her deeply, then smiled as she said, “I hope so.”

Swallowing hard, Kelly admitted, “I do, too.”

While she had meant what she said, Kelly didn’t see how it could be possible. After all, she was probably going to prison in the near future. She had just had sex with a twelve-year-old girl, and she doubted the judge would grant her leniency because Vicky had all but seduced her.

Snorting in surprise, she realized Vicky had seduced her. Was this the outcome Vicky had hoped for when she disrobed in front of her in this very room? Had Vicky told her about dancing under the stars with Alexis to get her naked in her own backyard? The idea of a twelve-year-old girl trying to get her in the mood made her shake her head in wonder.

“Why are you shaking your head?” Vicky asked, her beautiful eyes searching Kelly’s

“I just realized this was my first time being seduced by a middle schooler,” Kelly said, smiling at the girl.

Vicky laughed, said, “Not surprising. You really made me work for it.”

Caught off guard, Kelly burst out laughing, “So, you were trying to seduce me!”

“Maybe,” Vicky said, blushing.

“Huh,” Kelly said, laughing. She gave Vicky a tender kiss, said, “I don’t remember being that bold when I was your age, but I’m glad you were.”

“You think I was bold?” Vicky asked, her eyes widening, “I was so nervous my hands were shaking.”

“Didn’t show. You were confident and beautiful and… damned if you didn’t talk me into dancing naked in my own backyard. I still can’t believe you got me out there. I guess what I’m getting at… Is this where you hoped to end up?”

Almost shyly, Vicky said, “I had my fingers crossed.”

“That’s…” Kelly said, then realized she didn’t have the words. Laughing, she said, “You are something else, Vicky. It’s no wonder I couldn’t resist.”

“Couldn’t resist, huh?” Vicky parroted, her smile playful.

“No,” Kelly said, wrapping the girl up in her arms and rolling them until she was atop the giggling girl. She gave Vicky a quick kiss as she got to her knees. The girl looked up at her, curiosity in her eyes as Kelly straddled one of her hips. Kelly winked at her as she lowered her weight onto the girl, their bodies nesting together. Kelly laughed when the girl’s eyes widened, then Vicky started to smile when she realized what Kelly had in mind.

“Did you and Alexis figure this out?” Kelly asked, leaning in to kiss the girl.

“Sort of,” Vicky said, running her hands over Kelly’s thighs, “we never did it like this, though.”

“There is more than one way to trib,” Kelly said, then smiled and added, “maybe in a minute you can show me what you figured out.”

Laughing, Vicky said, “Okay.”

Kelly rolled her hips back and forth, grinding her body against Vicky’s. Both of them dancers, it shouldn’t surprise Kelly how well she and Vicky moved together, but it did. The first time with a new partner didn’t always go so well. Tribbing was about giving and getting, timing and anticipation between lovers and it took some practice. That wasn’t the case with Vicky. It was a replay of earlier, when they were dancing under the stars. Without explanation, they found an easy rhythm, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.

Smiling, Kelly thought, Maybe we really do dance to the same song in our heads.

Kelly believed there was someone for everyone out there, a yin for every yang. The more time she spent with Vicky, she found herself wondering if she hadn’t found her yin. The girl was rapidly becoming the best candidate to date.

She pushed that thought out of her head because it was way too early to be thinking things like that. She’s only known the girl a couple of months and tonight was the first time anything remotely intimate has happened between them. While tonight was extraordinary and Kelly couldn’t deny a connection to the girl, it was just silly to be thinking like this already.

Silly, right, Kelly thought, but she really didn’t think it was silly. In fact, just thinking about Vicky being ‘the one’ made her heart get all stupid in her breast.

Leaving the future for tomorrow, Kelly decided to enjoy right now. She’d spend tonight with Vicky like she’d never get another chance.

Kelly ran her hands up Vicky’s stomach, cupping her small breasts. She kneading them until Vicky’s back arched off the bed and she groaned thickly. Kelly’s hips never stopped moving, rocking back and forth against Vicky as her hands roamed freely over the girl. Vicky was soft and smooth, yet firm in all the right places. Try as they might, her hands couldn’t find a part of Vicky’s lovely young body they didn’t find fascinating.

Kelly’s hands weren’t the only ones left to wonder. Vicky explored Kelly’s body as eagerly, her intimate touch leaving Kelly’s skin tingling in their wake. Her nerve endings were responding to Vicky’s caresses, crying out for more. Kelly’s heart beat faster, thinking the girl found her body as fascinating as she did Vicky’s.

As they fed off each other’s excitement, their pace quickened. No words were spoken, but they still knew what the other wanted, because they wanted the same thing. Their cries of pleasure mingled in the space between them, growing sharper, louder as they pushed each other toward ecstasy.

Kelly felt the first stirrings of an orgasm deep inside, and she met Vicky’s eyes. She saw Vicky was close, too, right on the edge with her. Kelly bore down on the girl, really grinding their bodies together even as her body started to lose control. She held it together long enough to topple them both over the edge and into bliss, their orgasms barely a heartbeat apart. Even as Kelly surrendered to her own climax, she felt Vicky shaking with her own.

Gasping for air, Kelly managed a smile for Vicky, leaned in for a quick, but heated kiss. Rolling of the girl, she wondered about what had just happened. It was rare, coming together like that. The stuff of romance novels, which made it seem all that more special to Kelly. As she stretched out on her back, Kelly had to smile.

She blinked in surprise when Vicky moved atop her, nudging Kelly’s legs open so she could lay between them. Kelly raised her eyebrows questioningly. Vicky just kissed her and started rubbing her lower abdomen against Kelly.

Oh God, Kelly thought, not sure she was ready to go again, so soon. Still, she wrapped her legs around the girl’s waist, crossing her ankles behind her.

It was all the encouragement Vicky needed. The roll of her hips sent lovely sensations through Kelly’s body. She hadn’t completely recovered from her last orgasm, and the delicious friction of Vicky’s body rubbing against her own had her nerve ending singing, again.

Kelly saw Vicky’s face pinched in pleasure, heard the little wordless sounds of enjoyment escaping her parted lips and she had to smile. The girl was just going for it, had no reservations about being with an adult. Kelly thought if their roles were reversed, she wouldn’t be as confident as Vicky. That confidence excited Kelly, drew her even more to the girl.

That moment of instant attraction she had felt for Vicky that first meeting was rapidly becoming something more, even if it shouldn’t. It shouldn’t have gotten this far.

Those stubborn thoughts about this being more than a mistake and a one night stand kept creeping into her head. She still wasn’t ready to deal with them, so she pushed them out of her mind and focused on the sensual flex of Vicky’s hips, the sensations rushing through her every time their bodies came together. She lost herself in Vicky, reveled in the girl’s lithe body.

It didn’t take long for tension to return to her body since it hadn’t entirely left from before. Kelly heard the change in Vicky’s breathing, her cries becoming urgent. Her heart racing, Kelly thought they were going to come together, again. Once was romantic, but twice…

She couldn’t finish the thought because her body exploded with pleasure as she came. Kelly felt Vicky shaking with her own climax, the girl’s pleasure translating through her thighs, which were still wrapped around the girl.

“Again,” Vicky said, with a breathless little laugh.

“Again what?” Kelly asked.

“We came at the same time,” Vicky said, kissing Kelly.

She noticed it, too, Kelly thought, feeling all warm and fuzzy all of a sudden. She kissed the girl back, tenderly.

“That’s not normal, right?” Vicky asked, when their lips finally parted.

Her voice thick, Kelly said, “I’ve never had it happen once, let alone twice.”

Vicky gave Kelly a shy smile, said, “Has to mean something, doesn’t it?”

Looking into the girl’s beautiful eyes, Kelly thought, God, I hope it does.

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“Thanks for letting Vicky stay here. You are a life saver.”

Kelly smiled at her friend, thinking it should be her thanking Becky, not the other way around. Last night had been one of the craziest, most amazing nights she had ever had. She had rolled out of bed this morning, feeling like a million bucks. She and Vicky had stayed up late into the morning, making love, then had fooled around again in the shower a few hours ago. Kelly couldn’t get enough of the girl. Luckily, Vicky seemed to have the same problem with her.

Looking at Becky, Kelly felt a twist of guilt about what she had done last night. Becky was a friend and Kelly had crossed a whole bunch of lines with what she had done with Vicky.

“It was no trouble,” Kelly said, hoping the guilt didn’t show on her face. Changing the subject, she asked, “How was the meeting?”

“Amazing,” Becky said, excitedly, “it was a huge success! So much so, they made me the head of the project. Big raise, corner office, the works.”

“Nice,” Kelly said.

Sobering up some, Becky said, “The downside… The head office is in Portland.”

“So… More flights out of town?” Kelly guessed.

“At least a couple a month, probably more at first. At least, until we get the project up and running at full capacity,” Becky said, glancing at her daughter, “I’m going to have to find something to do with Vick’s. Staying by herself for a few hours after school is one thing, but…”

Her heart racing, Kelly said, “She’s welcome to stay here.”

“Oh, I couldn’t ask you to do that. Last night was an emergency,” Becky said, smiling warmly at Kelly, “I’ll figure something out.”

“Really, it would be no trouble,” Kelly said, glancing at the girl, “Vicky and I bonded last night. She is a great kid.”

“She is,” Becky said, pride creeping into her voice, “Are you sure? I mean, that would be perfect, but… it is up to you.”

“I’m sure,” Kelly said, smiling at her friend. She couldn’t help thinking Becky wouldn’t think it was ‘perfect’ if she knew what she and her daughter had done last night.

And this morning, too, Kelly reminded herself, thinking about how sexy Vicky had been all wet and soapy.

“Great,” Becky said, then glanced at her phone. Groaning, she said, “We’ve got to go, but we’ll get together later in the week and discuss the details.”

“Sounds good,” Kelly said, trying not to sound too excited.

“Alright Vicks,” Becky said, motioning to her daughter, “Let’s get out of here.”

“Okay,” Vicky said, turning off the TV. She came over to where the woman stood, looking so cute in Kelly’s summer dress. She smiled at Kelly, said, “Um, thanks for letting me stay.”

“You are welcome,” Kelly said.

“I’ll make sure we get the dress back to you,” Becky said, looking at her daughter.

“Don’t worry about it,” Kelly said, laughing, “it fits her a lot better than it did me.”

“Thanks, Ms. Chambers,” Vicky said, sweetly.

Amused, Kelly thought, If this dance thing doesn’t pan out for her, Vicky could always be an actress, with this show she is putting on for her mother.

“Bye,” Vicky said, as she and her mother went to the door.

“Bye, Vicky. I’ll see you at practice on Thursday,” Kelly said, walking with them out on the porch.

“We’ll be there,” Becky said, surprising Kelly with a hug. Kelly glanced at Vicky, and the girl shrugged. Kelly hugged the woman back. In Kelly’s ear, Becky whispered, “I’m glad I ran into you. It’s nice having you back in my life.”

Touched, Kelly said, “I’ve missed you, too.”

Becky let go of Kelly, favored her with a sheepish grin, said, “Sorry about that. Had to be said, though.”

“It’s okay,” Kelly said, smiling at her.

Putting an arm around her daughter, Becky headed down the walkway to her car. Kelly watched them from her porch. Becky looked over her shoulder and favored Kelly with a warm smile. That smile made Kelly’s breath catch in her throat because she recognized it. She hadn’t seen it in a long time, not since she was twelve. Not since Becky had moved away.

Uh-oh, Kelly thought, as she watched mother and daughter drive away, that smile could be trouble. Becky used to smile at me like that when she was having naughty thoughts.

The End

 

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