Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Amanda Lynn

Nervous excitement filled me as I turned off the lantern and crawled to the front of the tent and peeked outside.

All was quiet. The full moon shone brightly on my face and a feeling of desire rushed through me. I took a deep breath and scanned the house for any signs of life. All the lights were out and I knew I wouldn’t be seen unless someone looked out the window of the spare room or came down to the patio doors. Which was unlikely as both my parents slept very soundly.

Crawling out of the tent, I turned around and grabbed a blanket and my pillow. The silver light of the full moon negated the need for a flashlight. Though no one could hear me, I tiptoed across the grass to the picnic table anyway. Folding the blanket in half, I lay it on the table and placed the pillow at one end.

Looking up at the moon, I smiled, then unbuttoned my pajama top and slipped it off and lay it on the seat of the picnic table. Hooking my fingers in the waist band of my bottoms, I pushed them down my legs and off. Picking them up, I folded them and lay with my top.

Totally naked, I giggled softly at my boldness. If Mom or Dad caught me I would be in so much trouble. But right now, I didn’t care. I was outside and finally I could have the moonlight touch my body without the filter of my bedroom window.

I glanced back at the house once more, scanning the windows. Feeling more secure, I did a pirouette, my arms raised out from my sides, spinning in circles. Free of any inhibition, I dance around the backyard for a few minutes. I giggled again, running my hands up and down my naked body. I pinched at the erect nipples of my small boobs. I found my sex and played a finger through the slick folds. I brought my hand up and held it in front of my face. I studied the juices that clung to my finger, shimmering in the moonlight. Savoring the taste, I cleaned each finger with my mouth then held my hands up above my head as if reaching for the moon.

The moon. That is why I was out here, wasn’t it? I needed to feel that sweet release outside, under the full moon.

I scurried back to the picnic table and climbed on top as if it was an altar and I was the sacrifice. Laying on my back I adjusted the pillow and stared up at the moon’s brilliant disk that was now almost directly overhead. I felt naughty and excited and scared and very, very horny as I splayed myself to it. The moonlight seemed to tickle my skin as a gentle gust of wind sent a small shiver through me.

I pinched my erect nipple with one hand as the other moved across my belly down to my needful sex. Fingers ran through my sparse bush and onto my vulva. I held my hand still for just a second before I traced the outline of my labia. I continued to circle my finger for a few minutes more before I slid it into the center of my sex. I moaned softly. My velvety soft lips were coated in my thick creamy juices.

Pushing my finger down to my eager entrance, I traced it a couple of times before shoving my finger inside. I pushed my hips up against my finger and whimpered. I withdrew my finger then shoved it back in. I grunted. My heart was pounding in my chest and I was panting and moaning as I fucked myself. I wished I had remembered to bring the hairbrush with me from the tent.

Bringing my hand down from my nipple I placed a finger on either side of my swollen clit and squeezed it between them. Bolts of lightning shot from my center and flashed to all parts of my body. I bucked wildly against my hand, a second finger joining the one already inside.

I could feel the turmoil deep within me trying to work its way out. It was twisting in on itself, coiling into a tightly wound spring. The moonlight pouring down on me only amplified the sensation. I squeezed and pulled at my clit as my fingers drove deep into my sopping cunt.

“Yes. Fuck.” I moaned. I wanted to scream but the little bit of sanity that remained in me kept me from doing something that might wake my parents.

I could only imagine what it must look like. A naked fourteen-year-old girl, lying on top of the picnic table, in the moonlight, fucking herself silly.  My head thrashed, my hand moved furiously across my throbbing clit, and my fingers thrust deep inside against bucking hips. I was so close, so damn close. I felt reality slipping away and the light of the moon clutching at my fevered flesh.

Then it happened.

Not the glorious orgasm I was expecting, that I needed so badly. But a hand on my lower leg, and a soft voice speaking my name.

“Amanda. Don’t. Not like this.”

My subconscious mind reacted first. I sat up, raising my knees to my chest, an arm around my breasts, the other arm supporting me against the table. I didn’t scream, or try to flee. I was confused, but felt safe. I sensed no danger. I felt no malice from the figure I saw standing at the end of the table, smiling at me, her warm hand now resting on my foot. Some part of me recognized this woman, but I couldn’t place the face.

“I am sorry, Amanda. I didn’t mean to scare you,” she said with a charming accent.

Accent? As my world started making sense again, memories came flooding back. Now I recognized the voice, and the woman it belonged to.

“Selene? What the—!”

“I’m sorry, but we really do not have time for a proper explanation.” She moved closer. A silky soft hand slid from my foot up to my knee.

“Explain what? What are you talking about?” I snapped.

What the hell was she doing here? How did she find me? And why tonight? I knew I should be pulling away, running for my house and locking the doors, then calling the cops. And yet… I didn’t want to. I felt safe, comfortable. Somehow, I knew I had nothing to fear from this beautiful woman.

“You are cursed, Amanda. Well, your bloodline is. You are the just the latest one to suffer from it. I am here to save you and to end the curse. But time is short. You will need to trust me.”

I felt pressure from her hand pushing my knees down until my legs were stretched out flat. But what was she talking about? What curse? I looked at Selene’s face. Her expression was serious and full of concern. Her eyes took on an eerie glow from the reflected moonlight. They were drawing me in and I felt the same attraction to her I’d felt earlier at the mall.

Her hands, now on my shoulders, gently eased me back onto the pillow. I gave in to her easily, doing what she wanted without question. It seemed I couldn’t resist her even if I’d wanted to.

She smiled sweetly, leaning closer, her face just inches from mine. One hand brushed the hair from my face as the other caressed my arm. My mind was a jumble, I was confused. I had a thousand questions. But I also wanted this woman to touch me, the rest of the world be damned.

“How, how did you find me?” I croaked from a dry throat.

“I could feel your passion as soon as you walked into my shop this afternoon. I wasn’t sure at first, but once I touched your hand I knew you were the one. After that it was easy to track you,” she explained as she stepped back. With practiced fingers, she reached behind her neck and unzipped her dress, then let it fall to the ground.

“The one… what?” I uttered.

This was nuts. There is no such thing as a curse. Why am I listening to this woman? This gorgeous, naked woman standing next to me. She had me under a spell of her own. One strong enough that I had all but forgotten about the moon.

“Do you trust me?” she asked softly, her lips hovering just above mine now. My tummy fluttered as felt the warmth of her breath caress my cheek. The scent of her perfume filled my nostrils, and I heard myself sigh. I did trust her. I wanted to be here. With her. Now.

“Yes,” I whispered.

Strangely, I did trust her. But before I could say anything else, Selene gently brushed her lips over mine. I felt my pussy throb and a renewed excitement washed over me. Pushing her lips against my mouth I felt her tongue. I parted mine and our tongues met. They explored and danced in a crazy frenzy. Her lips tasted sweet from the lip gloss she wore and I couldn’t seem to get enough.

I whined in protest as she broke the kiss. But I wasn’t disappointed for long as she quickly climbed onto the picnic table and lay atop me. Her body was warm and her large breasts pushed against mine. She brought her mouth down toward my mouth and just before our lips touched, she whispered, “You will soon be free, my love.”

Her kiss was passionate. I was lost in the ecstasy of what was happening, and I willingly gave myself to her. I was still in need of release but for once it wasn’t the moon that was pulling at me. Somehow Selene was blocking me from its effects. My hands moved to her back and reveled in the soft, smooth skin beneath my fingers. Selene moaned into my mouth as she kissed me. She moved her face and kissed at the corners of my mouth and sucked my bottom lip between hers.

She adjusted her position above me and I groaned loudly as her thigh moved between my legs and pressed against my aching cunt. She nipped at my ears and neck as she began to thrust forward, driving herself against my sex. The beast in my belly was awake again. My moans traveled in the night air and echoed off the house and trees. I was sure that I might wake someone, but didn’t care. This incredible woman was on top of me. Humping me. No, fucking me. She was fucking me, and I was quickly approaching the precipice I craved.

I was crying, cursing. My hands clawed at Selene’s back. My sweat-soaked body heaved and trembled. My breathing was rapid and labored. Two more thrusts from Selene and the beast suddenly escaped. I screamed. A blinding white light filled my vision as my reality shattered into a million pieces. I was floating above the table looking down at the two bodies upon it that lay tangled together. I drifted upward, the scene below becoming smaller, fading from view. A soft voice called my name, whispering to me.

When the world returned and I opened my eyes, Selene was still on top of me, smiling.

“Welcome back. How do you feel?”

I looked at her. I felt different, as if something was missing. What had happened? What had she done to me? That orgasm was so wonderful, incredibly intense, almost magical.

“Fine, I think. What happened? Besides the most amazing orgasm I’ve ever had,” I said bashfully.

Selene chuckled. “You’re free now. But this table is not the most comfortable bed. Let’s move to your tent,” she suggested as she climbed off me.

Taking my hand, she helped me off the table. As I picked up the blanket and pillow I looked up at the house. It was still dark. My screams apparently hadn’t disturbed anyone.

I led Selene toward my tent wondering how I could feel so attracted to this woman. A woman I had met less than ten hours earlier. In the tent, we lay side by side facing each other. She brushed the hair away from my face again and gently kissed me.

I returned the kiss, then said, “I think I know what’s going to happen now. What I want to happen now. But before that, please explain what’s going on. I mean, a crazy lady I just met told me I was cursed and then fucked me on my picnic table.” I giggled, feeling giddy. It was so surreal. I had done nothing to resist her. Not entirely sure why, but I didn’t want to resist.

Selene laughed. “When you put it that way, it does sound as if I am a crazy lady. But I can assure you I am not, and I have just saved you from a lifetime of torment.”

I looked at her, still not sure if I believed what she was saying. But those feelings I’d had seemed real enough. “Tell me about this curse,” I asked, caressing her arm.

She sighed at the touch and began to speak. “Two thousand years ago, a young woman living on a farm outside of Athens found she was barren. This upset her husband greatly and he threatened to cast her out unless she gave him a son before the end of the season. Desperate, she begged Aphrodite to bless her with a child. Aphrodite heeded her plea and granted the woman her wish and gave her twins, a boy and girl. After the children were born, Aphrodite appeared to the woman and told her that, in payment for the kindness, she must sacrifice one of her children.”

“That’s horrible. Did she sacrifice her child?” I asked.

Selene shook her head. “No. And this angered Aphrodite. In her fury, she struck down both the woman’s husband and her son, and then she cursed the girl and further, a girl child from every fifth generation following that. The cursed girl would be born under the full moon and have a powerful attraction to it. Once she reached the age of sexual awareness, usually just before puberty, the moon would have a magnifying effect on her need sexually release, peaking on the full moon every month.”

“That doesn’t sound like a bad thing,” I said with a giggle. My hand had made its way to Selene’s hip.

“You wouldn’t think. But unless the girl has been brought to climax by the moon goddess during the last full moon before the fall equinox of the girl’s fourteenth year, she cannot be saved from the curse.”

“Okay. So what’s the downside?”

“If she is not saved, her sexual desires will continue to grow, becoming so intense that they will override everything else. You would not care about family, your friends, your job. Nothing at all. All you will want to do is orgasm. But you will never be able to get enough. You will never be sated. Eventually you will lose your mind and most likely take your own life to end the misery.”

Swallowing hard, I stared at her dumbfounded, trying to make sense of what I had just heard.

“So, the woman that pissed off Aphrodite was a distant relative of mine?” I guessed. Did I really want to know? Could any of this actually be true?

Selene slowly nodded.

I thought for a moment. “Um… tonight is the last full moon before the fall equinox, and I am in my fourteenth year, and you made me come.”

“It is, you are, and I did,” she said softly.

“Selene…”

I said her name aloud, more to myself than to her. Then it clicked. My jaw dropped and I stared into her eyes.

“Selene was the name of the Greek goddess of the moon,” I said. “Are you telling me that you are an ancient Greek goddess, here to save me from the curse of another Greek goddess?”

She shrugged and smiled meekly. “Guilty as charged.”

I flopped over onto my back. This was too much. Could this all be real? Is she truly the personification of a mythical Greek goddess? Or is she just a nut job who somehow captivated me with her beauty?

Either way, that orgasm was great and I wanted more. I have to admit though, the pull of the moon no longer seemed to be there. I couldn’t feel it anymore.

The heat between my legs was still there, however, except this time it was the odd but beautiful woman lying beside me who was fueling my desire. I rolled back over and moved closer to Selene, wrapping an arm around her, placing a leg over hers.

“Thank you,” I said and kissed her lips.

“For?”

“Saving me from damnation.”

“You believe me then?”

“The jury is still out, but I figure why tempt fate.”

“Well, yes, they can be fickle,” Selene chuckled.

“Maybe, though, just to make sure, while we still have the full moon…” I said in a seductive voice.

She smiled and pulled me into her arms. Our lips met and we kissed deeply. I groaned at the touch of her fingers as they played across my back. I placed my hands on her ample breasts. Her dark nipples stood tall and I tugged at one. She moaned into my mouth and then sucked on my tongue. I pulled away and moved to take her nipple into my mouth. Sucking on the pebbled flesh, I flicked my tongue over the end of the nipple. My hand slid across her sweaty abdomen and through the curly nest of hairs of her pubis. Finding her engorged clit, I rubbed it for several moments before pushing down through her damp folds. Selene moaned, and her hips pushed up.

“By the gods, that feels good,” she groaned.

I let go of her nipple and kissed my way down her belly until my face hovered above her sex. Her scent was strong but not unpleasant. I had licked Nikki’s pussy several times, but somehow this seemed different. This was a mature older woman. A much older woman if she was actually a Greek goddess.

I kissed her labia, then spread her slick lips with my fingers. I licked at the velvety pink flesh from entrance to clit and back, tasting the exquisite sweetness of her thick cream. Selene bucked and moaned. I pushed one finger, then another into the hot wetness of her vagina. As I took her clit into my mouth, I fucked her quickly.

“Please, yes,” Selene moaned loudly.

I sucked on her clit, dragging my teeth across the swollen bud. My fingers pumped as she bucked hard against me. I bit and sucked and fucked the Greek goddess as she writhed beneath me. Selene was panting hard as she moaned obscenities into the night air. When she started to come I moved my mouth down to her entrance and lapped at the juices that flowed freely from her. Selene’s hands grabbed my head and held me hard against her pulsing cunt. I drank of her juices until she relaxed and released her grip on me.

I crawled up her body and kissed her, then she held my face and licked her juices from my lips and around my mouth. “Mmm,” she grinned, “I taste good.”

I smiled and kissed her some more. I nipped and sucked on her lips and tongue and then her ear and neck. She softly moaned and then pulled me back in front of her.

“Sit on my face. I need to taste you,” she said with a wink.

I giggled. This was something I had never done with Nikki but definitely wanted to try. I got up on my knees and positioned myself above her. Her hands went to my ass, squeezing my cheeks as I lowered my dripping pussy to her eagerly waiting mouth.

I gasped when I felt her lips touch my opening. Selene’s explored around the moist flesh for a few moments before pushing inside me. Her strong hands moved to my hips and held me still as she explored my depths. I shuddered as her tongue probed deeper than I thought possible.

“Oh god,” I gulped as she fucked me with her expert tongue.

I began to bounce against her. The pleasure her tongue caused was exquisite. Tendrils of excitement shot throughout my body and I quivered on her face. Selene pulled out of my sodden vagina and pushed the flat of her tongue up through my tingling folds and onto my clit. Her tongue flicked and swirled over the sensitive bud. I twitched and jerked. I tried to buck my hips against her but she held me fast. Selene’s mouth engulfed my clit and she sucked on it for all she was worth.

I cried out at the torrent of pleasure that was now radiating from my sex. I wanted, no, I needed to ride this woman’s face. To grind myself into her. Still, she held me fast. Her teeth caught my throbbing bud and pulled along its super sensitive flesh.

“Oh god Selene! Don’t stop, please. It feels so fucking good!” I cried out.

Selene listened to my plea as she continued to torment my clit with her teeth and tongue. My entire body was shaking and I fell forward, holding myself up with my outstretched arms. My whole body was being racked with pleasure as Selene continued to assault my pussy with her mouth.

I drew a sharp breath when Selene inserted two of her long slender fingers into my core. She slowly fucked me taking her mouth from my clit. With only one hand holding my hip I was now able to rock against her hand.

“You like that, baby?” she asked coyly.

I could only grunt my affirmative. She began to fuck me harder as she curled her fingers, searching for my g-spot. My orgasm was close. The pressure in my center had built to the point of overflow and would soon crest the meager barriers that held it back.

“Selene. Fuck yes. I’m gonna come!” I cried.

Then my body stiffened and her fingers quickly withdrew and were just as quickly replaced with her mouth. She sucked on my entrance just as my orgasm broke the levy and juices flowed in abundance from me into the waiting mouth of my lover.

My body shuddered and I collapsed on top of Selene. She pulled my quivering form down beside her and held me until my breathing calmed. She kissed my lips and I tasted myself on her. I wrapped my arms around her and snuggled against her heaving breasts.

“That was so wonderful. Thank you,” I said sleepily.

“My pleasure,” she murmured, stroking my hair as she held me close.

 

* * *

 

The sounds of chirping birds and the warmth of the morning sun on my face woke me. I stretched and yawned before opening my eyes. I was in the tent, under a blanket, and wearing my pajamas. I looked to the empty place beside me. Selene must have dressed me in my PJs before she left.

As I thought about all the things that happened during the previous night, I realized that the ever-present pull of the moon, something that had been with me for as long as I could remember, was gone. It was the morning after a full moon and I should be experiencing a very strong desire to masturbate. And yet I wasn’t. I felt completely sated.

Tentatively, I reached my hand inside my PJs and touched my clit. It was tender, a result of last night’s sex. I rubbed it for a moment and felt a familiar twinge of pleasure. I pulled my hand away and waited. The desire faded away.

“Maybe it was all true,” I said aloud.

The thought of no longer being in a constant state of arousal and being able to come whenever I wanted made me sad for a moment. But if everything Selene had told me was true, then I would be forever grateful for her intervention.

Smiling, I headed into the house for breakfast.

 

* * *

 

I stood just inside the entrance way, staring blankly at the vacant shop before me. Twenty-four hours ago, this had been Selene’s. Now it was just an empty space.

I had come to the mall to see Selene and to thank her again for the incredible night of sex and for saving my life, along with the hopes of maybe getting together again sometime. I felt a tear roll down my cheek and began to wonder if she had actually existed at all.

I turned to walk away when I heard a man’s voice calling to me.

“Excuse me, Miss?”

I turned back and saw an older man, dressed in a plaid shirt and a pair of denim overalls, appear from a back room of the empty shop. He was carrying a small cardboard box.

“Are you Amanda?” he asked as he approached me.

“Yes,” I answered nervously.

“The previous owner of this location told me you would be around today and asked me to give this to you,” he said as he handed me the box.

Accepting it, I asked, “Did she… say where she was going?”

He shook his head. “No. Just told me to give you this box.”

“Okay. Thanks,” I said.

He nodded, then turned and walked away.

Back in my room, I carefully opened the box and looked inside. Tissue paper and packing peanuts hid the contents. I gently tipped the box, letting the packing material fall out. Looking back in, I knew what I would find.

I reached in and gingerly pulled the item out. My eyes filled with tears as I gazed upon the statue of Luna that I had admired the day before in the store. A small note was taped to the base. I removed it and read:

I am so glad I found you in time. I wanted you to have this little gift, something to remember me by.

Love, Selene

I set the statue on my dresser and admired it.

Although I was free of the curse, it had left me with one very pleasant side effect. I would soon discover that during the night of the full moon, my sexual desire and subsequent orgasms would still be greatly amplified. Nikki would come to love the full moon just as much as I did.

THE END

By No One

Alex lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. She should have been asleep long ago, but her brain wouldn’t let her rest, occupied as it was with distracting thoughts. This had been happening a lot lately.

It had been three weeks since she’d caught her sister and her best friend doing dirty things in the living room, and the scene had been on her mind ever since.

It had been quite a shock to find Chloe, naked, crouching between Nettie’s legs, and doing that thing with her tongue to her sister’s—

No. She was trying to avoid thinking about that. Alex sighed, turned onto her side, and focused on the darkness behind her eyelids, trying hard to will herself to sleep.

She couldn’t stop wondering what that would feel like, though. A tongue licking her private parts. Or what about doing it to another girl? What would it taste like? It seemed so… so dirty. Nettie sure looked like she loved it, though, and even Chloe hadn’t seemed grossed out at all.

Alex knew that they’d done it again since then, too. They weren’t very subtle. When her mom wasn’t around and Chloe came over, she and Nettie kept exchanging kisses and touches when they thought Alex wasn’t looking. Or maybe they didn’t even care if she saw. Inevitably, they’d make some excuse after a while and go off to Nettie’s room. The sounds that drifted down the corridor left little doubt as to what was going on in there.

Once, Alex had crept up to Nettie’s door and listened. She figured the urgent moans were Chloe’s, and wondered what her sister could be doing to the girl to get such an enthusiastic response. She’d longed to take a peek, but in the end hadn’t dared to. Getting caught watching them that one time had been embarrassing enough. Still, she’d lingered by the door for a while — listening, imagining what was happening on the other side, growing increasingly flustered until she had to take some private time in her own room, hastily locking the door before falling back onto the bed, unfastening her shorts and…

Alex flushed at the memory; whether in embarrassment or excitement, she couldn’t quite tell. Maybe both.

“Darn it,” she whispered, turning to her other side. “Just sleep.”

She would certainly pin the blame on Chloe if she felt totally exhausted the next day. Not that she could even tell her friend why.

Chloe shouldn’t even be doing all this sex stuff anyway, Alex told herself. She’s only twelve! Still, Alex had promised not to tell, and intended to keep her word. She just wished the thought of it all didn’t make her all… bothered.

Alex had to admit that she felt a little left out by her best friend’s adventurous experiences. While she wasn’t too sure she’d want to try any of it herself, there was certainly an appealing thrill to it. She wasn’t even certain of where she stood exactly in terms of liking boys, but couldn’t deny that the idea of sex between girls had been having an effect on her.

In fact, she now realized that one of her hands had crept down to rest on her inner thigh. She frowned, knowing where that hand wanted to go. Where I want it to go, she admitted to herself. It was so messed up to do that while thinking about her friend and her sister, though. Especially her sister. Still, it might at least help me get to sleep.

Opening her eyes, she glanced at the alarm clock. Past midnight, she noted, annoyed. Her gaze drifted to her old teddy bear, sitting on the bedside table behind the clock, and she considered.

Finally, sighing in defeat, she reached out and grabbed the stuffed toy. “Just this time, though,” she told the bear, who didn’t respond. Of course, that’s what she’d said last time as well. And the times before that.

She rolled onto her stomach, briefly raising her hips to slide the toy underneath, expertly positioning it so that the more rigid part of its nose pressed against just the right spot at the front of her panties.

“Mmm,” she purred. Giving in did feel so good.

Mister Bear — five-year-old Alex hadn’t been particularly imaginative in naming the toy at the time — had been a regular companion in her self-pleasure since she’d discovered masturbation the year before. Until recently, she’d never had any specific images in mind when she did it, simply enjoying the gratification it brought her. Lately, though, the image of Chloe and Nettie having sex kept butting in, and she was rather ashamed to admit that it made rubbing herself feel even better.

This time, impatient to get her release and hopefully go to sleep, she welcomed the memory. In her mind, Chloe and Nettie were in front of her, both stark naked, the younger girl eagerly licking at the teenager’s intimate area.

Alex began to grind her hips against the teddy bear in a steady rhythm, each push feeling like a little bit of heaven spreading through her body. Yes, she’d really needed this. She wondered how it would feel if it was someone’s tongue between her legs instead. Maybe Chloe’s tongue. At that moment, the idea didn’t seem so weird.

Alex pulled up her t-shirt a bit and slipped a hand under it to caress her nascent breasts. They were still barely more than little bumps, but she’d found out it felt very nice to touch them when pleasuring herself. She had to admit to feeling a little jealous of Chloe’s more mature curves. Her friend had hit some kind of growth spurt this summer and was looking more womanly by the day — or so it seemed to Alex.

She envisioned Chloe standing in front of her, showing off her developing body in all its nude glory. The girl had a small, mischievous smile on her lips, as if she was daring Alex to look, maybe even to touch.

Would I touch her if she’d let me? Alex wondered — uncertain, but less so than she had been. As her mind’s eye wandered over Chloe’s nakedness, the thought certainly seemed at least a little tempting. Her friend’s body was a lot more appealing than her own skinny, flat, childish figure, that was for sure.

If her older sister was any indication, Alex didn’t have much hope of growing up to be a very shapely teenager. At seventeen, Nettie still had rather small breasts and was as reed-thin as she’d been at Alex’s age. She made it work, though, and was quite sexy, Alex had to admit, so she supposed there was hope for her.

It was odd, but the way Nettie unwittingly appeared in her mind — nude, sweaty, and in the throes of ecstasy — somehow made her all the more alluring. Not that Alex wanted to do those kinds of things with her own sister, of course, but… still, she was very beautiful.

Alex let out a soft moan as her arousal grew, fed by her imagination and by the blissful feeling between her legs. She remembered that Chloe had said that it felt even better when someone else did it to you. Alex had a hard time imagining anything better, but if that was really the case, she could understand why Chloe and Nettie were always at it.

She wondered what else they did together besides lick each other. They kiss, she supposed. Probably touch each other down there as well, just as she was doing with her teddy. Alex had to admit that having someone else touch you that way seemed like it could be a fun thing.

Increasingly turned on and suddenly craving more direct contact, Alex hastily pushed her panties down and kicked them off. After an instant’s consideration, she pulled her t-shirt off as well.

Now completely nude, she slipped a hand between her legs and found that she was soaking wet. That wasn’t much of a surprise. She gasped as her fingers teased the sensitive flesh. Her dirty mind, growing rebellious, envisioned Chloe’s fingers touching her instead.

“Oh God,” Alex whispered, ashamed at the thought.

Quickly, she withdrew her hand — then hesitated, flustered. Her sex was desperately aching for more, and she was too far along to quit. Slowly, she lowered herself back onto the stuffed toy and pressed the soft plush into her intimacy, drawing a low moan from her lips.

As she gave in to pleasure once more, her thoughts drifted back to Chloe. A stern voice in her head informed her that she was being a huge perv, thinking about her best friend doing dirty things to her like that. Alex had to agree, but though she blushed with embarrassment, found herself unable to stop. It just felt so good — and deep down, she knew it was because those fantasies were exciting her so much.

So she let go, allowing her imagination to run wild. In Alex’s mind, Chloe was touching her, their bodies pressed tightly together, and invited her to touch as well. Meanwhile, in the here and now, Alex ground her sex hard against the poor, abused teddy, kneading her breasts with both hands.

She soon had to bury her face in her pillow to muffle the moans that she couldn’t quite manage to hold in. She’d never been so turned on in her life. In her fantasy, she was rubbing herself off against Chloe’s hand, and it felt amazing.

She wanted this. No, she wanted something worse — or better, depending on just how dirty you were interested in getting. Alex wanted what she had seen Chloe do to her sister. She wanted her friend to — Alex remembered the words Chloe had used, and felt a thrill thinking them — to lick her pussy.

As the thought came to her, so did the familiar scene, popping up in her mind once again. Chloe kneeling between Nettie’s legs, licking her private parts — her pussy. Nettie loudly moaning her appreciation, her body quivering with pleasure. Alex had a pretty good idea of how her sister had felt, since she herself sensed her own pleasure growing, that same tension building inside her right at that moment.

Alex imagined herself seated on the other end of the couch, watching the pair of lesbian lovers. Unlike in reality, though, in this fanciful scenario Chloe raised her face from Nettie’s wet pussy, turned to Alex with a naughty smile on her lips, and slowly crawled over to her.

Nettie didn’t seem at all disappointed. She smiled, and suddenly produced a teddy bear out of nowhere, one that looked suspiciously like the one Alex was currently using. Sure enough, her imaginary big sister quickly put it to the very same use.

Weird, Alex thought, unsure what to make of her increasingly dirty fantasy. The vision of Nettie masturbating with her teddy bear should have totally creeped her out; instead, she found it strangely appealing in some way. Alex didn’t have time to ponder what that meant, though, because her mind’s own version of Chloe abruptly kissed her.

She had no idea what a lover’s kiss really felt like, but imagined it as a sort of tingly, pleasurable pressure on her lips. The truth was that she had never really given much thought to kissing before, though she could see how it might be a very exciting and sexy thing to share with someone. But Chloe — or Alex, really — had another kind of kiss on her mind, and the girl quickly got down on her knees, playfully nuzzled Alex’s tummy, then began to put her mouth to use in a much naughtier way.

Alex moaned loudly into her pillow as she imagined her friend kissing and licking her most intimate place. The excitement was nearly too intense to stand — her hungry sex felt like it was burning with pleasure, and her hips thrust wildly against her stuffed toy in search of satiation. She felt like she was going to explode.

And she did. With a great cry and the thought of Chloe’s tongue flicking on her sensitive bud seared into her mind, ecstasy overwhelmed her. She squeezed her thighs shut around the teddy bear, riding the waves of her orgasm for a long, wonderful moment, pure bliss filling her head and pushing away all conscious thought.

For a while, Alex lay panting, basking in the afterglow of the strongest orgasm she’d ever had. When she finally rolled onto her back, her mind starting to clear, she contemplated what she’d just done and fantasized about, unsure what to think of it all.

“God, you’re so weird,” she muttered to herself.

At the very least, she was now feeling extremely relaxed and would surely have no problem falling asleep. Just as soon as she cleaned up a bit, anyway. In the course of her excitement, she’d gotten herself rather messy.

With some effort, Alex sat up and took a look down at herself. Even in the pale light coming through the window, she could see glistening wetness between her legs, even on her inner thighs. She was still a bit shocked by how much that little fantasy scenario had turned her on.

“Jeez,” she mumbled, reaching towards the box of tissues on her bedside table.

As she was about to wipe off the excess of her arousal, a curious thought crossed her mind, and she paused, wondering. Can I do this? No, that’s totally perverted! Still, the idea awakened a naughty thrill deep within her, and she hesitated.

Alex slowly brought a hand down to her sex, and briefly probed between the lips with her index finger. Even more slowly, she brought the finger up near her face, furrowing her brow as she examined the moist tip.

She took a quick sniff, taking in a hint of the hard-to-describe aroma. It smelled of… well, sex, she supposed. Not entirely unfamiliar, since she’d played with herself before, of course. It was really a strange scent, though — not exactly pleasant, but at the same time reminiscent of lust and pleasure, so not exactly a turn-off, either.

Once again, Alex hesitated. Did she really want to do this? Excitement and disgust fought it out in her head. What would she taste like to Chloe? Or, for that matter… what would Chloe taste like?

Well, nobody’s gonna know about this, she finally decided, and quickly sucked on her fingertip.

It was a relief to find that the taste wasn’t gross, as she’d feared. It wasn’t even very strong, just a light taste of… once again, something difficult to describe. It wasn’t really bad at all, though, she concluded. Maybe it wouldn’t be so unpleasant to taste it from the source…

Flushing a little, she shook her head and pushed the thought away before it turned her on all over again. Instead, she finally used a fistful of tissues to clean herself up. Picking up her teddy bear, she noticed that the poor toy was also in need of a good clean-up, its fur damp with her wetness. “Sorry,” she whispered, shamefaced, as she tried to wipe it dry as best she could. She would definitely need to remember to put the stuffed toy in the washing machine on the next laundry day.

She made a move to put her shirt and panties back on, but decided instead to sleep in the nude — which was a little thrill of its own, though it didn’t seem like that big a step after what she’d done earlier.

Alex curled up comfortably under the blankets, idly wondering if she should try to talk to Chloe about any of these weird sexual thoughts and fantasies, but quickly sank into slumber before she could reach a conclusion.

*****

Chloe leisurely sipped her milkshake, sitting on a bench next to Alex and observing the mall crowd. There was still a long line at the Dairy Princess stand — Chloe preferred it to the reigning Queen — where they’d bought their snacks. She wondered if that was because it was an especially hot summer day, or if the ample cleavage of the young woman at the counter had anything to do with it.

She’d caught herself staring at the alluring flesh on display as she walked up to give her order. When she then forced her gaze up to meet the sexy cashier’s eyes, the girl winked at her. Chloe responded with a shy smile, wondering if she was being flirted with, or if the older girl just saw her as a child. She’d decided she much preferred to believe the former, so that’s what she did.

This was shaping up to be a great day. Hanging out with her best friend, wandering around the mall on their own like grown-ups. Glorious weather. A tasty milkshake. Getting a flirty look from a hot older girl — if that’s really what it was, anyway. And of course, the best was yet to come, when she’d get to see Nettie later on.

Chloe had actually wanted to invite the teenager to come to the mall with them, but apparently Nettie wasn’t functional before noon. Despite Alex’s warning, she’d knocked and poked her head into the darkness of Nettie’s room to extend her invitation, but only received a pillow clumsily thrown in her general direction as a response. Oh well, at least the girl should be up and about by the time they got back. Even better, Alex and Nettie’s mom was supposed to go out for an evening with friends later on, so there was a definite possibility of some fun with Nettie.

Smiling at the thought, she drained the dregs of her drink, then took her time carefully aiming her empty cup at a trashcan a few feet away.

“Nuh-uh,” Alex said, breaking her concentration. “You’re gonna blow it.”

“Oh yeah?” Chloe wasn’t exactly known for her athletic skills, but she had a good feeling about this one. Besides, a challenge had been issued — she couldn’t back down.

Taking a few seconds to focus, she made the throw in her best approximation of a successful trajectory. The cup flew through the air, then hit the rim of the trashcan, bouncing higher. There was a tense second where it was hard to determine where it would land, but finally, it came down on the opposite side of the rim for another short bounce before falling into the can.

“Bam!” Chloe exclaimed, turning smugly towards her friend.

Alex shrugged nonchalantly, as if she’d never cared about the result in the first place. “Lucky shot.”

“Psh.” Chloe elbowed the girl, making her laugh. Taking out her phone, she glanced at the time. “I guess we got half an hour left before we need to meet up with your mom. Pretty cool of her to let us look around on our own! My mom always wants me to follow right behind, like I’m gonna get lost in the mall or something.” She rolled her eyes.

“Uh-huh,” Alex agreed indistinctly as she yawned.

“What’s with you? You keep yawning today. Didn’t sleep well?”

Alex gave her a look, as if it was her fault somehow.

Chloe laughed. “What?”

Her friend made a face, then shook her head. “Never mind,” she said as she took the last bite of her ice cream cone. “So, what do we do now?” she asked, clearly changing the subject.

Chloe frowned, then shrugged, deciding to ignore Alex’s odd behavior. “Hmmm.” She pondered how to spend the remainder of their free time at the mall. Earlier, they’d visited the electronics store, roaming for a good while among the shelves of video games they couldn’t afford — though at least the store had been equipped with a demo station, where they’d taken turns trying out one of the latest games.

In fact, about the only thing they could afford was the snacks they had just finished.

“Let’s go check out some clothes,” Chloe decided.

“Sure. But we don’t have any money for that, either,” Alex pointed out.

“Doesn’t matter. We can look at least… maybe try on some cute things! Don’t need to pay if you’re just looking, right?”

Alex chuckled. “I guess not. So where do you wanna go, then? Over there?” She nodded towards a nearby store with some clothes on display, mostly geared towards children and preteens.

Chloe pursed her lips. “Hmm, nah. Some place less… kiddy.” She figured that, since they were free to do as they wanted, they might as well find a store with a more “interesting” selection.

Alex shrugged, following her friend towards a section of the mall they hadn’t explored yet. They passed a number of boutiques that seemed to carry exclusively dull and boring adult clothes, nothing they were interested in.

Chloe’s eyes were then drawn to a lingerie store, which was definitely more appealing. The display featured a large picture of a beautiful woman wearing fancy, lacy underwear — tastefully revealing while leaving plenty to the imagination. She stared for a moment, mesmerized by the sexy undies, but in the end wondering if the model wouldn’t look even better without what little she was wearing. Chloe would have certainly liked to find out, in private…

“Uh, yeah, that’s less ‘kiddy’ alright, but I don’t think they’re gonna let us try that kind of stuff on,” Alex said, interrupting her reverie.

Chloe grinned suggestively. “I guess… too bad, though!”

Her friend laughed, but a little nervously. Chloe noticed Alex’s eyes drifting to the alluring advertisement as well, and wondered if the girl’s thoughts were anywhere close to her own.

She hadn’t broached the subject of sex with her friend since the day she’d been caught with Nettie. She figured Alex must know that they were still doing it, but that fact thankfully didn’t seem to have affected their friendship.

The past couple of weeks had been the most exciting time of her young life, full of delightful discoveries and wicked fun with Nettie. Lately, though, there had been an unexpected development. When she couldn’t be with the sexy teenager and had to take her pleasure into her own hands — and she did seem to have developed quite the sexual appetite — she’d caught herself thinking about Alex instead.

It felt a little odd to think about her long-time best friend in that way, but maybe that was part of the appeal. They’d been like sisters for so long that there was a sinful thrill to the thought of pushing their relationship in a sexual direction. Whatever the reason for her sudden interest, though, she’d given herself an orgasm more than once at the idea of teaching Alex about the joys of sex, just like Nettie had taught her. In fact, in her wilder thoughts, the older girl sometimes joined in for the lesson. Thinking of both sisters together never failed to leave her dripping wet.

Chloe caught herself smiling as she walked down the mall corridor beside Alex, her face now growing warm as she realized she’d been lost in this lewd fantasy. No one could read her mind, thankfully, or they would certainly be shocked by her perverted ideas. Still, she couldn’t help wondering if there was any way to make her kinky daydream a reality.

It wasn’t a great moment to get all hot and bothered, though, so she pushed the thought away, chatting idly with Alex instead as they continued through this wing of the mall.

After a moment, they passed by a store that was clearly aimed at teenagers and young adults, offering a variety of trendy fashion and attempts at clever slogans. Some of it tried a bit too hard to be cool or edgy, but they had some nice outfits as well. “Let’s check out this one,” Chloe proposed.

Alex followed her in and they spent some time perusing the racks. Chloe soon found a tiny black tank top with spaghetti straps, which had the word “tease” printed on it in pink. Bet Nettie would like this one a lot. She grinned as she showed Alex her discovery.

The other girl snorted. “Oh yeah. Your mom would love that.”

Chloe burst out laughing when she imagined the face her mother would make if she saw her wearing something like this. “For sure. She’s not who I had in mind, though,” she pointed out with a sly smile.

“God,” Alex sighed, rolling her eyes. “Is that all you think about?”

“Pretty much,” Chloe answered after an instant of consideration. “Anyhow, I think I’m gonna try it on, just for fun.”

“Really?” Alex shook her head, but with a chuckle. “Well, whatever floats your boat, but I’m picking something a bit less, uh, slutty.”

“Fine, be boring,” Chloe teased lightly, though she was actually a little disappointed she wouldn’t get to see Alex in something sexy. She continued to look about until she spied a skirt that matched her top. It appeared to be made of black leather — though probably not the genuine article, judging by the price tag, not that she could afford it either way — and looked like it would end well above her knees.

There were a few other things that would be fun to try on, but they were getting short on time, so this set would have to do. She made her way towards the dressing room, Alex close behind with an outfit of her own.

As it turned out, only one stall was free when they got there.

“Go ahead, I’ll wait,” Alex offered.

Chloe was about to do just that when a much more interesting option popped into her head. “Let’s just share it,” she proposed, turning back to her friend.

“Oh, uh… okay, I guess,” Alex hesitantly agreed, raising an eyebrow.

Chloe winked, and they filed into the last free stall. While it wasn’t very roomy, there was space enough for two small girls. They paused for a moment, looking at each other, suddenly uncertain of how to proceed.

Chloe was about to just start taking off her clothes when Alex chose to turn around before doing the same. Chloe couldn’t help feeling a little frustrated; she had hoped they might share a sexy moment as they watched each other undress, maybe see if Alex had any interest in checking her out.

Still, this view isn’t bad, she noted, ogling the other girl’s panty-clad butt when her shorts came down. She was tempted to reach out and grab a handful, but figured that would be way too bold a move for the moment.

Instead, Chloe quickly stripped down to her own underwear, then wriggled into the top and skirt she’d brought. The little tank top hugged her figure flatteringly while leaving quite a bit of belly exposed, and the short skirt reached down to around mid-thigh. On a taller girl, it really wouldn’t hide much at all.

Chloe examined herself appreciatively in the mirror. She looked very good, if she did say so herself. Alex turned to the mirror as well now that she was done dressing, and Chloe had to laugh at her pink t-shirt, which said STOP READING MY SHIRT!

“Cute,” she approved. Her eyes went down to her friend’s plaited skirt, which was rather longer than hers. Each plait was a different color. “And that’s uh… nice. If you’re thinking of going as a rainbow for Halloween, that is.”

Alex stuck out her tongue. “Well, I like it.” Nodding to herself, she spun to one side, then the other, admiring the colorful effect.

“What about me?” Chloe asked, striking up a model-like pose. She enjoyed watching her friend’s eyes roam up and down her body.

“Wow, yeah, you look uh… well… really sexy,” Alex said after a moment. Was she blushing a little?

Chloe grinned. “Don’t I?” She had to wonder if her friend meant “sexy,” in a general way, or if Alex really found her attractive. She intended to find out soon.

She turned back to the mirror to inspect her outfit again. “Do you think it would look better without the bra?” It did seem a bit silly to have the straps showing like that.

“Um… I guess it’s probably made to go without,” Alex said slowly.

Chloe pondered for a moment. Then with a careless shrug, she reached under the top to unhook her bra, maneuvering with some difficulty to remove it without taking off her top entirely. Still, quite a bit of skin was exposed in the process, and she watched in amusement as Alex alternately looked away, then glanced back at the suggestive display. Now the girl was definitely blushing.

“Yeah, that’s better,” Chloe concluded as she looked at herself once more in the mirror. Oh yeah, sexy for sure, she thought with a smile, examining herself from different angles. I wish Nettie could see me now.

Struck by an idea, she reached down to fetch her phone from the pocket of her discarded shorts, then started up the camera app. It would be years before she’d be able to dress this way without getting grounded by her mom for eternity, so she could at least take some pictures.

“What are you doing?” Alex asked in disbelief as Chloe tried to find a position to take a decent selfie in the cramped space.

“I want to show Nettie.” Ignoring her friend’s umpteenth eye roll, Chloe pushed her phone into the girl’s hands. “Here, you take a pic.” She probably could have just used the mirror, but wanted to gauge Alex’s reaction.

“Err, okay…?” Alex held the phone gingerly, as if she’d never operated such a device before.

Chloe winked at her and took a pose that she hoped was seductive, thrusting her chest forward and tilting her head slightly downwards while glancing up at the camera. There was a clicking sound as Alex took the picture. Chloe decided to try out a few more poses: sideways, raising an eyebrow at the camera; from the back, her head turned to offer a smile; one more from the front, her hands raised up behind her head. Each time, her friend dutifully snapped a photo.

Chloe found she was actually enjoying this improvised modeling session very much. It made her feel sexy, and she decided to get even more daring. First, she lifted up the hem of her top, exposing skin from her belly to just under her breasts — then doing the opposite, pulling the top down tight, showing off a generous amount of cleavage. Turning around, she bent over, giving a cheeky grin to the camera. Alex kept taking pictures, though her face was growing progressively redder with each shot.

“This is fun!” Chloe laughed as she straightened up. “What do you think? Good stuff?”

“Um, y-yeah… I mean, I’m sure Nettie will love those…” Alex stammered. She was looking at Chloe, her eyes wide.

“I hope so!” While Chloe was eager for the older girl to see her naughty pictures, for the moment she was more curious about what Alex had thought of the show. If she judged her friend’s reaction correctly, she suspected the girl had not been left entirely indifferent to what she’d just seen. She figured it was time to get more direct. “What about you, though?”

“M-me?”

“Yeah. Did you… like?”

“O-oh! Um, I… I mean… m-maybe?”

Chloe grinned. She was pretty sure Alex was far less uncertain than she made it sound. “Oh, really?” she asked teasingly, taking a step closer to her friend.

“Well, I mean… it’s…” Alex began, then she took a long breath and let it out slowly. “I’ve kinda been meaning to talk to you about, um… Well, I’ve been thinking about… this stuff… lately.”

“This stuff?”

“You know… what I saw with you and Nettie, and… sex stuff, and… girls, and… y-you…” she explained haphazardly, avoiding eye contact.

“Yeah? And… what did you think?” Chloe took another step closer, her heart beating frantically. She was fairly certain that what she’d wished for was coming true.

“That… maybe it’s not so bad… kind of exciting, really…” Alex swallowed, then dared to meet Chloe’s eyes for a moment.

“It really, really is,” Chloe assured her, smiling encouragingly. She took another step, and suddenly there was barely an inch between them.

This was the moment. Or was it? She was growing nervous now. What if it was too soon? She didn’t want to freak Alex out. Still… she had to try.

“Do you… wanna kiss?” she finally made herself ask, sounding far less confident than she’d meant to.

Alex’s eyes widened, her mouth worked soundlessly for an instant, then she gave a nervous laugh. “O-okay,” she whispered, then quickly added, “but I don’t know how. I mean, I know how, but like, I don’t really—”

“It’s fine,” Chloe interrupted. “Okay” was all she’d needed to hear. “I’ll show you. First, close your eyes.”

Alex gave her a timid smile, then obeyed. She looked very nervous. She looked beautiful.

Chloe wondered why she’d never really paid attention to her best friend’s charms until recently.  True, she had been rather fixated on Nettie. The two sisters had very different looks, but she noticed similarities too, now that she examined the younger sibling very closely, in the shape of the nose and the mouth. Heart racing, she wondered if Alex would be just as much fun in bed. She hoped to find out very soon.

“Now, open your mouth just a little,” Chloe instructed, and she watched as the other girl parted her lips, waiting expectantly. Reaching out, she pushed a strand of her friend’s pretty blonde hair out of the way, and caressed her cheek with a finger, making Alex start slightly at the contact.

Now came the most important step. Closing her own eyes, Chloe let her lips lightly brush against her friend’s, then pressed them more purposefully to Alex’s mouth, leading into a soft kiss. She broke it after a few seconds, letting the other girl get used to the sensation, before going back for another, putting more passion into it this time.

She was delighted to feel Alex’s lips begin to move against her own, responding to her increasing ardor. They kissed for a long time in this manner and it was just as thrilling as Chloe had hoped, the weirdness of kissing her best friend turning into pure excitement.

“Wow,” Alex breathed afterwards, “that was… nice.”

“Just nice?” Chloe teased.

“Really nice. Like, way better than I thought. I kind of expected it to feel good on the lips, I guess? But that was… I dunno, I feel tingly all over,” the girl explained, giggling shyly.

“I know what you mean.” Chloe was feeling the exact same way — tingles and warmth all over, especially between her legs. She wanted more. “It gets even better, though,” she said before pressing her body against Alex’s, gently pushing the girl against the wall and meeting her lips once more.

They kissed with even more passion, and after a moment, Chloe decided to push things further and slipped her tongue into her friend’s mouth. A startled Alex froze for a moment, though she allowed the invading tongue to enter.

Chloe had become quite skilled at French kissing after a few weeks of fooling around with Nettie, and she playfully teased and prodded Alex’s tongue, coaxing her into action. The other girl giggled a little at first but was soon led into an increasingly passionate dance of lips and tongues that left them both out of breath.

“Wow,” Alex said again after their kiss ended. She stared at Chloe, looking a little shocked by what she’d just experienced.

Chloe grinned. “Right? Pretty fun, huh?”

“Y-yeah.” The girl laughed, a little nervously, still. “That was kind of… overwhelming. But fun, yeah. That’s French kissing, right? I guess I see now why people like that. That’s better than I thought, too.”

“Sounds like you’ve been thinking a lot about kissing.”

“Um, well… maybe a little.”

Chloe’s grin widened. “Oh, really? And what else do you think about?” she asked, eager to know more.

“Erm,” Alex faltered. Her blush, which had faded a little, now came back in full force.

“That bad, huh?” Chloe laughed. This was getting very interesting. “You’re not all that innocent yourself, sounds like,” she teased.

“Hey, it’s not my fault, okay?” Alex hotly retorted. “You and Nettie are always… doing it! You think I can’t see ‘cause you close the door, but you’re not being quiet, by the way. It’s really… distracting! I can’t help if it makes me think about… stuff.”

Chloe only laughed harder at her friend’s outburst. “Oops. Sorry! It’s kinda hard keeping quiet when… ‘stuff’ happens, you know. Would you prefer we left the door open so you can watch, then?”

Alex blinked at her for an instant, then couldn’t help laughing as well. “Well, that would at least be the — the polite thing to do!” she continued in mock outrage.

Joke or not, Chloe liked the sound of that. She was interested in a hands-on approach even more, though. “Or… I could just show you,” she offered, reaching down to lightly touch her friend’s thigh under her skirt.

Alex jumped, then quickly seized Chloe’s hand to stop her. “Not here!” she hissed urgently, looking around the stall wide-eyed, as if she’d just remembered where they were.

Chloe shrugged, slightly disappointed, but she hadn’t really expected that stunt to work anyway. “Okay, well, maybe later then?” she asked hopefully.

“Um, m-maybe…” Alex hesitated. “You’re pretty convincing, I guess…”

Chloe smiled and leaned in for another kiss, hoping to add weight to her argument. She was happy to find her friend returning the kiss with enthusiasm. The girl was quickly becoming more confident and skillful, and Chloe was certain she would be a great kisser in no time. Then there were a few other things, all of which she’d hopefully get to teach Alex very soon.

“Yeah, like that,” Alex continued, giggling. “But, um… we’ll see, okay? Not really sure how much I’m ready for,” she added in a more serious tone.

“Sure, that’s cool,” Chloe said. She didn’t want to push her friend too much, and there was no real rush, after all. Admittedly, though, this little make-out session had left her feeling very horny.

“You’ll probably be too ‘busy’ with Nettie, anyway,” Alex pointed out, making a face.

Chloe shrugged helplessly. She couldn’t deny that was also a strong possibility. In fact, in her current state, the sooner she could get into Nettie’s bed, the better. Something she had just said came to mind, though, and the outline of a plan began to form in her head. “Maybe I will leave the door open for real, though, in case you want to watch… or, y’know, join in,” she said with a wink.

Alex’s eyebrows shot up, and she let out a surprised squeak. “Uh…” she began to say, but was suddenly interrupted by a beeping sound coming from her hand. She blinked down in surprise at Chloe’s phone, which she was still holding.

“Oh, that’s the reminder alarm I set earlier. We’re supposed to meet your mom in a few minutes,” Chloe explained, disappointed.

“Oh, crap. We better change quick.”

“Yeah,” Chloe agreed, smiling as a thought came to her, “real quick.” Holding her friend’s gaze, she casually pulled her top over her head and tossed it on the floor, next to the bra she’d discarded earlier.

Alex didn’t try to look away this time. In fact, her eyes were glued to the exposed breasts, and Chloe enjoyed every second of the attention. Alex’s blushing was pretty cute, she decided, and wondered if that’s what she’d been like that first time with Nettie. “What? I’m just changing,” she said innocently, though making no move to actually put on any clothes.

Alex gave her a look — not buying the act, but still unable to keep from staring. Suddenly, with a mischievous smile of her own, she raised up the phone and framed Chloe for a picture.

“Heeeey!” Chloe cried out, raising her arm against her chest, suddenly much less interested in exposing herself.

“What? I thought you wanted sexy pictures,” Alex said, mimicking Chloe’s mock-innocent tone.

This sounded very much like a dare, and Chloe was not one to back down from a challenge from her friend. Besides, she really wanted to see Alex’s reaction. Lowering her arms, she cupped her breasts with both hands while giving the sexiest smile she could muster for the camera.

Alex’s response did not disappoint: her jaw hung open and she seemed to forget that she’d intended to take pictures at all. Recovering something of her composure after a moment, she seemed unsure whether to go through with it, then tentatively took a couple of snapshots while Chloe maintained the sexy pose. Finally lowering the phone, she was left still staring, biting her bottom lip.

Just like Nettie does, Chloe thought, amused. She figured it was time to get dressed, though, or they’d be there all day. “Alright, show’s over.” She snatched her bra from the floor and put it on while raising an eyebrow at Alex, wondering if the girl would turn her back to change this time.

She watched as Alex hesitated briefly, then finally tugged the shirt over her head, revealing her bra-clad chest. Her breasts were little more than bumps, but Chloe found them very sexy all the same. Pleasant thoughts of exploring the other girl’s body in far more detail came to mind. She smiled as her friend once again reddened a little under her appraising gaze, though Alex responded with a timid smile of her own.

They quickly finished changing back into their own clothes, both of them taking peeks at each other along the way. Once dressed, Alex handed Chloe her phone back. “Ready?” she asked, a hand on the door handle.

“Almost,” Chloe said before stepping up close and giving Alex one last quick kiss.

They stepped back into the store giggling, quickly dumped the clothes they had tried on more or less where they’d found them, then hurried off to meet up with Alex’s mom.

Chloe smiled, already anticipating the naughty fun she and Alex might get up to in time. It might be wishful thinking, but somehow she had the sneaking suspicion that her friend was a lot more into the idea than her bashful demeanor suggested. She certainly planned to put that notion to the test.

By Amanda Lynn

Ever since I was a little girl, I had been fascinated with the moon and the pale light it cast upon the landscape. On those magical nights when the moon’s position in the night sky would bring it into view from my bed, I would force myself to stay awake and watch it slowly arc from one side of my window to the other. I marveled at how its light would fill my room, chasing all but the most stubborn of shadows away, if only for a few fleeting minutes.

There was something mystical about it, as if it were alive, tangible. I would push my covers aside and let the moon’s glow wash over me. Sometimes I would get out of bed and go to the window, and on tiptoes would look out at my backyard. The pale light gave an eerie illumination to everything below me. I missed it when it wasn’t there, when it was waning toward the new moon, or if the clouds were too thick to allow its light through.

But when the moon was waxing I could almost sense it. I didn’t know how or why, but I would get more and more excited, anxiously waiting for the sun to set on the nights leading up to the full moon. My mom would laugh and tease me, saying I must be part werewolf.

Because of my fascination with the moon, for my tenth birthday my parents bought me a telescope, along with a big book that covered everything lunar, be it scientific or mythical. In addition to these, I received a large glow-in-the-dark poster of the moon that I pinned to the ceiling above my bed. With these new tools I studied the moon, and every chance I got, regardless of the season, I would be out on our deck with my telescope staring at the shiny globe as it traveled across the heavens. My mother would sometimes have to pry me away when bedtime rolled around.

It wasn’t long after my eleventh birthday that the first indications of puberty began to show. My breasts were budding and sensitive to the touch, fuzz began to grow on my pubic mound, and the desire to touch myself in the most private of places became necessary. Up until then, I had never masturbated, though I knew what it was from schoolyard talk and the like. It was around then that my love affair with the moon changed from mere childish fascination to something more intimate.

I first touched myself with purpose while reading a book I had borrowed from the library. I don’t recall the title, but I do remember the very steamy love scene between two young women that been extremely erotic and descriptive without being lewd or vulgar. Looking back on it now, I don’t think I’d even realized I was touching myself until a very intense wave of pleasure shook my young body.

It scared me at first, but my inquisitive mind prevailed and, tentatively exploring at first, I brought myself to another strong climax. It then became a nightly routine, and it didn’t take me long to realize that each night as the full moon approached, my orgasms were becoming more intense.

On the evening of the full moon, I would lie naked on top of my covers, the moonlight washing over me as if a thousand fingers were caressing my body from head to toe. I spread my legs and slowly rub my exposed pussy. My young clit was alive and begged to be touched. As the moon came into view through the window, my fingering became more vigorous, more aggressive, as if somehow the moon itself was controlling my hand.

As I stared at the silvery-white disk that hung outside my window, a powerful force washed over me. I shook and moaned. One hand grasping at the sheets while the other was trapped against my throbbing pussy in the vice-like grip of my thighs. It took everything I had to keep from screaming as my orgasm took me to the moon and back. I had become a slave to the moon, much like the ebb and flow of the ocean tides. The strength and number of orgasms I seemed to have or maybe even craved were dependent on the cycles of the moon.

 

* * *

 

“Please, Daddy,” I begged.

My fingers laced together, hands at my chest, I looked across the dinner table at him. Pushing my bottom lip out in a pout, I batted my eyelashes at him. He never could resist when I gave him a show of big brown puppy dog eyes.

“Don’t!” he said, pointing a finger in my direction as if chastising me. The corners of his mouth twitched upward, however, betraying his attempt to maintain a facade of the stern parent.

“Don’t what, Daddy?” I asked, in my most innocent little girl voice.

“This is all your fault, you know,” he complained to my mother who was smiling broadly, apparently taking great pleasure at my father’s plight.

“What!? How is it my fault?” she said, shooting him a dirty look.

“She’s only fourteen and already she knows how to use her feminine charms.” He used air quotes with the word ‘feminine’.

“And?” Mom asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, she learned them all from you. And it’s not fair.” He shoveled another forkful of mashed potatoes into his mouth.

“You poor baby. Now, is there any legitimate reason she can’t sleep in the tent tomorrow night?”

Dad looked up from his plate. First at me, still pleading with my eyes, then over to my mother who looked at him with raised eyebrows, apparently waiting for a response.

“I had planned on taking the tent down tomorrow,” he said defiantly, knowing full well that he’d already lost the battle.

“You can take it down Saturday,” Mom said matter-of-factly, not really giving him a choice. Turning to me, she asked, “Would that work for you, Amanda?”

Nodding, I jumped up from my chair and wrapped my arms around my father. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you, Daddy,” I chirped as I gave him a big kiss on the cheek.

He slowly shook his head as stared at his plate, using his fork to play with his food.

“My life is over,” he said, with an intentionally dramatic loud sigh.

My mother chuckled and said in a sultry voice, “You know, if you’re a good boy, maybe later I’ll show you some of my own feminine charms.”

Dad looked up, a smile immediately spreading across his face, and my stomach turned.

“Gross,” I muttered.

“Now, sweetie, we’re people too,” Dad said with a laugh.

“No, you’re not. You’re my parents, and I shouldn’t be subjected to that sort of talk. I’m sure displays of affection in front of your children is some kind of child abuse or something,” I joked as I got up and started clearing the table.

They laughed and Mom got up to help me with the dishes. Dad, however, took a beer from the fridge before making his way to the living room to watch the news.

 

* * *

 

Dressed in my robe, hair wrapped in a towel, I closed my bedroom door and walked over to the lunar calendar that hung on the wall, verifying the information I knew all too well.

I really didn’t need to look at the calendar, because I could feel the pull of the approaching full moon. My clit was throbbing, as it had been all day. My pussy was wet, it was always wet, though over the last couple of years I had taught myself how to suppress my desires, how to push that to the back of my mind. I had become Vulcan, a teenage girl version of Mr. Spock — as far as my sexual urges were concerned, anyway. But now that the sun had disappeared below the horizon, and I was in the privacy of my own room, I could relax the control over my needs.

I dropped my robe and gazed at the reflection of my slender naked form in the full-length mirror which hung on my wardrobe door. I moaned softly as I pushed a finger through my slick folds, gathering the creamy juices that coated them. I brought the slippery finger to my engorged clit, rubbing it as I looked at the clock on the wall.

Very soon the moon would be in position. I stepped to my bed and flopped down on my back. I toyed with my clit as the moonlight slowly moved across me. Groaning, I pushed a finger into my core. As it had done so many times before, the moon came into view.

“Yes,” I sighed.

I felt the full effect of the pastel light as it touched me like a long-absent lover. It covered me in a blanket of its silver glow, caressing me with an imagined warmth. My hips pushed up against my hand as I drove my finger as deep as I could into my vagina. The pressure inside was quickly building.

“Fuck yes!” I moaned.

I fought to keep my voice to a whisper as I groaned with each bolt of lightning that shot from my core to the rest of my body. My room was quickly becoming full of the heady smell of my sex. The moonlight played on my skin, pulling at me as if beckoning me to reach climax. Its power over me was so strong, I couldn’t explain it if I wanted to.

My finger moved with rapid, steady thrusts inside my sopping pussy. My other hand flitted across my clit just as rapidly. It wouldn’t be long now, each nerve ending was firing in rapid succession.

I squirmed and twitched, and just as the moon passed from view, a high-pitched whine escaped from my lips and a torrent of intense pleasure slammed into me. My body stiffened and shook, and it felt like I was floating above the bed as wave after wave of heavenly ecstasy overloaded my senses.

When I finally came to, it was still night and the moonlight was all but gone. Physically exhausted, I crawled under the blankets and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

 

* * *

 

I woke early the next morning because it was a school day, but also because of the excitement of tonight’s full moon. I washed and dressed, but before making my way downstairs for breakfast, I paused in front of my mirror and took several slow deep breaths, calming the desire that was slowly building in my core. My previous night’s orgasm had helped take the edge off, but I knew that wouldn’t last for long.

“Morning, Mom,” I said as I entered the kitchen and grabbed the box of Corn Flakes from the cupboard.

“Morning, honey,” she replied. She was sitting at the table sipping her coffee.

Sitting down at my usual spot, I poured the cereal into the bowl that Mom had already set out for me. Adding some milk, I began to eat.

“Looking forward to sleeping outside tonight?” Mom asked, just as I shoved the spoon in my mouth.

I just nodded my response.

“Full moon tonight?” Mom asked.

She was aware of my love of the moon. I wondered what she would think if she knew of how it molested me, how it gave me such pleasure, and brought me to such incredible climaxes.

“Yeah. And a super moon too,” I replied with a grin.

Mom stood and moved quickly to the counter as if she had suddenly remembered something important. Picking up a twenty-dollar bill, she returned to her chair.

“Dad said you’d need to put new batteries in the camping lantern if you want to use it tonight.” She handed me the cash. “Stop off at the mall on your way home and pick some up.”

“Okay,” I said, pushing the money into my pocket.

Once I was finished eating, I brushed my teeth, then set out for school.

The morning seemed to drag on and I found it hard to focus in class. Most of my concentration was aimed at suppressing the need to touch myself. Even though moonrise was still many hours away, its effect on me was strong. All morning I squirmed in my seat and squeezed my thighs together trying to find just an iota of relief.

“Are you okay?” I heard a whispered voice from my right. It was my friend Nikki.

I looked over at her and faked a smile. “Need to pee,” I lied.

She looked at me quizzically. “Are you sure that’s all you need?” she winked. She was such a flirt.

Before I could reply, a loud buzzer signaled the end of the last class of the morning. I stood, grabbed my backpack, and headed for the door, calling over my shoulder to Nikki, “I’ll catch up with you in the cafeteria.”

I walked quickly down the hall, and when I was sure I wouldn’t be noticed I ducked into the gym and made my way to the girls’ locker room. I knew it would be deserted this time of day, but I cautiously looked around anyway before entering a small area off the locker room where the toilet stalls were.

Quickly, I stepped into the nearest stall. I closed the door and dropped my backpack. I hurriedly undid my jeans and pushed both them and my panties down to my ankles before sitting on the toilet and spreading my thighs as far as I could. Biting my lower lip, I pushed two fingers into my wet folds. I had been oozing arousal all morning, soaking my panties. I touched the pads of two lubed fingers to my swollen clit.

Moaning at the sensation, I vigorously rubbed my sensitive bud. All I wanted to do was come, to soothe the ache between my legs, to give myself a little bit of a reprieve from the powerful grip of the approaching moonrise. It didn’t take long for my first pulsing orgasm to rip through me.

During the fifteen minutes I sat on the toilet, I brought myself to three powerful climaxes. Had anyone walked in the bathroom, I probably wouldn’t have noticed, nor would I have been able to stop myself even if I tried. Though not completely sated, it would have to be enough to get me through the rest of the day. I calmed myself with a deep breath, then freshened up at the sink before making my way to the cafeteria.

 

* * *

 

At 3:00 PM, I got off the number 23 bus when it stopped in front of the mall. Entering, I headed for the shops at the far end, turning right into the bargain store. Finding the batteries I needed, I paid for them and exited.

That was when I noticed a new store across the way that I figured must have just opened, as I couldn’t remember seeing it before. A large black sign above the entrance was decorated with stars and crescent moons and read “Selene’s” in silver letters. From where I stood, I could see racks with jewelry, scarves, and other small items lining glass shelves.

I decided to take a look and headed toward the shop. A strange shiver ran through me as I entered, and I paused to take in my surroundings. Somewhere inside, incense was burning and the pleasant sounds of instrumental music filled the air. Browsing the wares, I discovered many different types of rings made of gold and silver and other materials I couldn’t identify. Some were inlaid with stones or jewels. There were necklaces and bracelets, tee shirts and scarves.

Along the side wall were various wall hangings and decorations. On shelves were statuettes of Isis, Ra, Osiris, and Bast. Many other Egyptian-like trinkets also adorned the shelves. In the back of the shop I stopped when I saw an 18-inch glazed white ceramic statue of a beautiful woman. She sat on the lower curve of a crescent moon, draped in a revealing garment.

I felt drawn toward her, and my skin prickled as I approached the statue. I sighed in disappointment, however, when I saw the three-hundred-dollar price tag. But it was so beautiful that I just stood and admired it.

“Do you know who she is?” a soft female voice asked from somewhere behind me.

Startled, I spun to see who had spoken. My breath caught and I think my heart may have stopped beating for a moment.

She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Probably in her mid-thirties, she was tall and curvy. The black dress she wore hugged her frame, revealing the smooth slope of her cleavage and showing off her narrow waist and slightly broader hips. Glossy black hair hung past her shoulders, and her big brown eyes sparkled. Her smile showcased perfect white teeth that stood in sharp contrast against the olive skin of her oval face.

“I am sorry. I did not mean to frighten you,” she said.

Even her accent was sexy. Mediterranean, I guessed. I could feel my arousal grow. Was it the moon, or her?

“Luna,” I said.

“I beg your pardon?” A look of confusion crossed her face.

“The statue. It’s Luna, Roman goddess of the moon.”

Her smile widened. “You are correct. How did you know?”

“The moon fascinates me. It has as long as I can remember,” I replied.

“I see. That is interesting. My name is Selene,” she said as she offered me her hand.

“Amanda,” I said, taking her hand.

At the moment we touched, I was overwhelmed by an intense surge of pleasure. My vision blurred and my knees buckled as I lapsed into unconsciousness.

 

* * *

 

When I came to, I found myself sitting on the floor, propped up against a display case. I was confused and disoriented, but what was even more bizarre was that I felt sexually satisfied.

I looked at the woman who was squatting beside me, a glass of water in her hand.

“Wha… what happened?” I asked.

“You seem to have fainted,” she said softly, handing me the glass. “Here, drink some water. It will make you feel better.”

I took the glass and emptied its contents. Handing it back to her, I tried to stand up.

When I wobbled a bit, Selene instinctively reached out and took my arm as she stood with me. Nothing strange happened this time. Maybe I had simply fainted. But that wouldn’t explain the mind-blowing orgasm I’d had. Or at least I thought I’d had. I waited a few moments until my head cleared and I got my sea legs back.

Selene looked at me with concern on her face. “Are you sure you are all right? Maybe you should call someone to come get you.”

She gently rubbed my shoulder. The touch of her hand was soothing and also strangely familiar, as if I had felt it somewhere before.

I looked into her eyes and felt myself being drawn to her. I wanted to wrap my arms around this woman and hold her. I leaned forward, my lips parting. I needed to kiss those perfect full lips. The heat between my legs grew and radiated outward. Selene was turning me on from just a simple touch.

Selene let go of me, and the trance was broken. Quickly I pulled back and looked down at the floor. The heat in my face surpassed that of my pussy.

“No, that’s okay,” I said, still avoiding eye contact. “I’m fine. But I really need to get going. Thank you for helping me.”

“Not a problem. I am glad I could help,” she said with a smile. “But before you go, may I ask you a question?”

“Uh, okay, I guess,” I said, looking up at her shyly.

“Do you feel it?”

“Feel what?” I asked. Not really wanting to know.

Her eyes became dark as they fixed on mine. “The moon. Do you feel it? Does it call to you?” she said in a serious tone. Her gaze narrowed as if she was trying to peer into my very soul.

I felt fear. Uncertainty. Desire? I quickly looked around, finding the exit. Panic gripped me and my stomach twisted as if my deepest darkest secret had just been revealed to the world.

“I… um… I need to go. Thanks again,” I said shakily. Grabbing my backpack, I bolted from the shop.

How could she know about that? Who was she? I moved quickly through the mall, almost running, and didn’t look back until I was out the main entrance. Panting, I stood at the side of the road, glancing back at the doors for any sign of Selene. Thankfully, I had to wait only a minute before my bus arrived.

During the ride home, my thoughts were filled with the beautiful woman in the store. Just thinking of her caused delicious little fingers of pleasure to flash across my sex. Who was she? And what was it that had happened when we touched hands? And how the fuck did she know about my connection to the moon?

I tried my best to push the woman and the events in her shop from my mind. I wasn’t going to let that experience ruin my plans for the evening.

It was the perfect night. The forecast called for clear skies and nothing more than a light breeze. The overnight temperature would be in the low 70s, quite warm for the first week of September. I had dreamt about doing something like this for a very long time, and tonight I was finally going to be able to do it.

When I got home, the house was empty as Mom and Dad were still at work. I went to my room and began preparing for my night outside. I picked out the pajamas I was going to wear and laid them on the bed for later. I then grabbed my pillow and got a couple of light blankets from the linen closet before heading for the tent. I noticed the windows had been unzipped and the queen size air mattress was inflated and waiting for me inside. I smiled, knowing my father had done this for me on his lunch hour.

I unfolded one blanket and laid it on the mattress. The other I tossed at the foot, while the pillow went to the head, which was closest to the front of the tent. Back in the house I found the camping lantern and changed the batteries. I gathered up a few other items I figured I might need and put them in my backpack after I emptied it of school stuff. Passing near my dresser, I spied my hairbrush — the one whose smooth handle with the bulbous end got far more use than its bristles. I giggled at my naughty thought and tossed it into my bag.

 

* * *

 

After I finished helping Mom with the supper dishes, I went to my room and changed into my PJs, then put on a light robe and slippers. While I still had some daylight left, I made my way outside to get myself setup in the tent. Once done, I popped back inside the house long enough to say good night to my folks.

“Goodnight, sweetie,” my mother said as she kissed my cheek. “Have fun and try not to stay up all night looking at the moon.”

“Okay.”

“And no boys sneaking over in the middle of the night!” I heard my dad call from the living room.

He was joking, of course. But my mother and I looked at each other with sly grins and giggled at our shared secret. She knew that if I were going to sneak anyone over for some late-night naughtiness, it would be Nikki.

“G’night, Mom.” I said, kissing her cheek. “And don’t worry, no one’s coming over.” I smiled and headed out the patio door.

I crawled into the tent and discarded my robe and kicked off my slippers. Getting comfortable on the mattress, I dug the radio out of my backpack and turned it on. Once I tuned in my favorite station, I set it aside, then pulled out a novel and began to read as I waited for moonrise.

When the sun dipped below the horizon I turned on the camping lantern. I put the book down as I was finding it harder to concentrate on what I was reading. I lay on my back and stared out the window of the tent and watched the slowly darkening sky.

The occasional gust of warm air rustled leaves of the trees lining our property, and the crickets were beginning to play their nightly song. I undid the first couple of buttons on my pajama top and let my hand go to my small breast. Moaning softly, I circled a finger around my pebbled nipple.

It was probably going to be a couple of hours before I could be entirely sure my parents were asleep and I could venture outside to bring my fantasy to fruition. I closed my eyes and listened to the soft music and pushed my hand into my pajama bottoms and found my sensitive clit. I slowly massaged the tiny bundle of nerves, not allowing myself to get too over-stimulated.

I played with myself for quite a while, coming close to the edge several times, only to pull back at the last moment. After what seemed like an eternity of teasing self-torture, I pulled my hand from the soaked pussy and held my wrist under the light of the camping lantern to look at my watch.

It was time.

Continue on to Part Two