Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Girl Lover

By Purple Les

My thirteen-year-old babysitter, Pam, narrowed her bright blue eyes at me. Blue eyes under purple eyebrows, her eyelashes were blonde, and long.

“What-ta ya mean ‘or something…’? Huh, Squirt?”

She had put me on the spot. If I said, “Have sex,” she may tell me “No.” She may tell me “Yes,” but I wasn’t sure. So I tried to put it back on her.

“I mean, um, well, like we did before. You know, kiss and hug some more. We did it before, remember?” I asked, hoping she wasn’t going to pretend it never happened.

Then I said, “I’ll never tell anyone, I promise. Mary and her sister won’t say nothing to no one either. I swear on my Father’s grave.”

Then I crossed my heart with my right hand index finger.

Pam didn’t say anything. She looked at me, then walked over and closed the drapes. The kitchen light was on. Pam turned on the hall light too. The living room was dark, but not so dark you couldn’t see. My mother’s bedroom door was open, and Pam turned on the overhead light in Mom’s room. Now we could see pretty good in the living room, but it was nice soft light. Pam’s purples were all different shades, but now in the dimmer light, it looked just one shade of dark violet.

Pam took my hand and lead me to the couch. She stretched out on her back. Pam took my hands and guided me on top of her. She wrapped her arms around me, and hugged me. My face was near her ear, so I kissed and nibbled her ear. She hugged me tighter. Then she was moving her hands up and down my back, and then she held the back of my head, and moved me till we were kissing.

We started to tongue wrestle. She would moan into my mouth some, and I would move my tongue more. I moved so my knee was between her legs while we kissed. I rubbed the top of my thigh against her crotch as hard as I could.

She gave a bigger moan and I pressed harder. Her hands lightly touched the top of my butt. I moaned some in her mouth so she’d know I wanted her to do that.

Pam moved her hands down farther and cupped my butt cheeks. I moaned again and she squeezed them hard. She broke the kiss, but didn’t let go of my ass.

“Maybe we should stop now, Katy. You’re getting me kind of worked up.”

“Don’t you wanna come, Pam? I sure want to. Please Pam, don’t be a tease, let’s keep going, okay?”

“Didn’t you come enough with your friend and her sister?”

“Aw, we were just getting started.” I laughed after I said it. “Don’t you need to come after seeing that?”

“Shit, why do you think I ran to the bathroom twice?” She was kneading my ass now.

“Did you masturbate in there? You could have done it in front of us. We’d have loved to watch you. Or better yet, do you.”

“Jeez, Squirt. Seeing the three of you all naked. Having sex. It really was the coolest thing I ever saw.”

We kissed some more. Her hand moved up and down my butt crack, over my bluejeans. Sometimes her fingers would make it near my pussy. She was making me super horny again.

I tried to push her sweatshirt up. She let me. I could see her stomach, and bellybutton. I pushed it more, till I could see her bra. It was purple with white trim, more like a sports bra of some kind.

Her boobies were small, but had a nice shape, like a small pear. Her nipples were hard and pressing against her bra. They looked like the erasers on a pencil, like the yellow pencils we had in school. I sucked a nipple through her bra, and she pressed my head against her breast, with one hand while her other hand still rubbed my ass.

Then she broke the kiss. “We really better stop now.”

I’d had enough of her teasing me, or being scared, or worried about something, or whatever made her keep stopping. I had to come again, and I would, whether she helped me or not.

I got up off her.

“I mean, Katy, we can keep kissing, like we were, but that better be all we do, I guess. Ya, know?”

“You mean, I can keep my knee up against your pussy, and you’ll keep playing with my ass, right?”

“Yeah, that will be perfect.” Then she held her arms out to me to lay on her again.

“Okay, just a second, I have to be more comfortable.”

I unbuttoned my blue and white plaid flannel shirt, and took it off. Pam’s eyes got wide. I think she was maybe thinking I would stop there, but maybe hoping I wouldn’t. I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled the zipper down. She didn’t tell me to stop, so I figured I’d go for it.

I pulled my t-shirt off over my head. Then I pulled my jeans down around my ankles. I just had on my blue cotton panties, and my wool socks. I moved my fingers around the waistband of my panties.

“Come on, Pam.” I half begged, “You too.”

“Just down to my bra and panties, that’s all.”

She stood up. and pulled her sweatshirt off over her head. She undid her jeans, pulled them past her hips, to her thighs, and sat down and took them off. She lay back down on the couch and held her arms out to me again. Her panties matched her bra, purple with white trim.

She wasn’t skinny like I thought she was with her clothes on. Pam was pretty curvy. Not as much as my cousin Sammie, but sure a lot more than me or Mary.

“Just a sec’, Pam.”

I turned my back to her, and pulled down the back of my panties, and then I looked over my shoulder at her.

“You like?”

“Yeah, Squirt. I love your ass.”

“Yeah, I can tell by that dark spot on your panties.”

“Well, I see one on yours too.”

I looked down. I for sure had a wet spot on my panties. I pulled my panties down and, marched in place till my jeans had turned inside out and came off my feet along with my panties. I left my socks on. Pam took her socks off. I could see her toenails were done in a rainbow, each toenail a different color.

“Yeah, Pam, remember, in the girls’ room, you guys all showing your pussies, and rubbing. And I was rubbing mine too. You were looking real close at mine, on your knees right near it.”

I took a step toward her face and started to move a finger up and down my now shiny bare slit. She was breathing hard and I looked toward her legs. She had her hand inside her panties.

I stopped rubbing myself, and grabbed her wrist and said, “Oh no, you don’t. Remember, we’re only doing like before.” I wanted her to see how I’d felt before. Then I got on the couch. I put my knee up against the wet spot on her panties. I moved my lips toward her and we were kissing again. I broke the kiss after a minute though.

“Hey! It was supposed to be like before. Play with my ass again.”

“Yeah, but, you’re, um, bare naked, Katy. I’d be, you know, touching you.”

“I’m not bare naked. I have my socks on. And you better be touching me.” I smiled at her, and then I kissed her.

Pam seemed a little shy or scared or something again. She just barely touched my bare ass. But after a few minutes she was playing with it like before, squeezing my ass, running her fingers up and down my butt crack, even exploring around my butt hole a little. The best part was when her hand got back around my pussy again.

I sucked on Pam’s nipples through her bra. That made her play with my pussy more. After a while of that I got between her legs and put my mouth over her panties where her pussy was. I moaned on it.

When she didn’t stop me, I pulled her panties to one side. I could see her pubes now. They were kind of long and almost straight. They were purple. Her pussy lips, were all purple too. That was just the way they were. You know what I mean, not real purple, but dark like, almost purple, sort of.

I began to lick her pussy. She put her hands on the back of my head. Pam pressed her pussy against my mouth and was grinding her clit on my tongue.

After a moment she pushed my head back. “Ah shit, Katy! Back off or I’ll come on your mouth.”

“Did you ever taste your pussy, Pam?”

“Yeah.” She said it softly, like it was a dirty secret of hers, and how could I have ever guessed she did that.

“You like it?”

“Yeah.” She spoke so soft again, like a little kid admitting to playing doctor.

“Then come on my face, and you can kiss it off after. Okay?”

Pam nodded at me, “Yeah, okay, Katy.”

“These are in my way, Pam,” I said as I grabbed the waist band of her panties. She lifted her hips up without protest and I pulled her panties off. She pulled her bra off over her head and tossed it away.

I loved seeing her bare naked.

“Did you dye your pubes when you did your hair?”

“Yeah. Do you like it?”

“Yeah, I think it looks cool. Now, where was I?”

We both laughed and Pam spread her legs apart some more, and pointed at her pussy.

“Oh yeah, I was licking you there.”

I got comfortable between her legs and started eating her out again. I did it real slow, exploring her whole pussy.

“Shit! Are you sure, Katy? ’Cause I’m getting real close.”

My answer was to stick a finger inside her pussy. It wasn’t long before she had a nice come.

She started to wiggle her hips, and went, “Oh fuck, shit, yeah! Yeah!. Oh fuck, don’t stop!”

Then she was writhing around and I had to hang on tight to her to keep my mouth on her clit and my finger in her pussy.

She laughed, and said, “Oh fuck, yeah! I love you, Katy.”

I looked at her red face. She was kind of sweaty now, and breathing hard. Then she caught her breath and relaxed.

“So, um, you want that kiss now, Pam?”

She nodded “Yes” and I moved up and kissed her on the mouth and she seemed to be getting all worked up again. She was kissing and licking all her pussy come off my lips and face.

She rubbed my butt hole with her finger.

“Is that okay? I never did anything like this before. I can’t believe I’m doing it now, and with a nine year old besides.”

“You wanna see my butt hole?”

“Really?”

I moved so I was looking at her pussy, my knees on either side of her hips and my feet near her armpits. I leaned forward.

“So fucking cool, Katy! I can see everything. All of your little bare pussy, your asshole, everything. This is the coolest thing that ever happened to me.”

I reached out and started to play with her pussy.

“You can feel mine too, Pam. You can do whatever you want to me. I like it. Honest. Stick your finger in me. Or move your hands on me, anything you want.”

“You mean in your pussy? Really?”

“Yeah, in my pussy, or my ass even. I like it all.”

“Would you lick me again?”

“Sure would.”

I moved my mouth back on her clit again. Pam grabbed the front of my thighs and pulled herself up some, and then I felt her kissing my ass. She moved her finger all around my pussy. Then she put it in some. I stopped licking her long enough to tell her it felt great.

She kissed my pussy. Then she did it. Pam started to lick my pussy. She started licking mine like I was licking hers. I grabbed her ass and licked her butt hole, and she did the same to me.

I went to her pussy, and she went back to mine. I sucked her clit, and she found mine and sucked it like I sucked and licked hers. Pam had another come. When she was done I turned around. I moved up so my pussy was right over her face.

“Now finish me, okay?”

Pam put her hand on my ass and guided me down on to her tongue. I heard a noise and turned my head to see her finger in her pussy. She took her finger with all her pussy goo on it and started to stick it in my butt hole. I started to move back and forth on her tongue. Her finger went in my ass a little more.

I started to feel the tingles in my pussy get bigger. My mind kind of went blank. Pam’s mouth on my pussy felt so, so good. Her hand on my ass was doubling everything that felt good in my pussy.

“Oh golly, Pam! Don’t stop! I gotta come! So close, I’m, uh … golly!”

My insides exploded. I felt so good.

“Yeah! Keep going, do it softer now. Don’t stop.”

Then I couldn’t talk. I kept moving on her mouth, then I sort of just moved back down off her mouth and lay on her. I had that super nice feeling, like I get after a good come.

Pam started kissing me. I kissed my stuff off of her mouth. We just lay quiet for a long time.

“Shit, Katy! That was the best thing that ever happened to me, ever! I love you.”

I tried to say, “I love you too,” but it came out sort of thick and mumbled. My head was on one of her breasts, and I just kind of played with her nipple on her other breast with my fingers.

Pam stroked the hair on my head, while her other hand rested on my ass.

The doorbell rang. We hadn’t heard a car in the driveway, and we looked at each other.

Then there was loud knocking on the door. We got up, and I pulled the blanket off the back of the couch, and we held it up to our chins, and walked to the kitchen entrance. We heard a voice outside.

“Hello! Carol! This is Sandie. We have a convict on the loose. Have you seen anyone?”

There was more loud knocking. Then we could hear her trying the door. All of a sudden Officer Sanchez was standing in the kitchen doorway. Pam and me were opposite her in the living room doorway. We had the blanket up to our chins and it hung down past our feet. We just looked like we were cold.

“Katy! Hi. Sorry to just come in, but we have a convict on the loose. The State Police asked us to check people on the outside of town. Where’s your Mom?”

“Hi,” I said, my voice sounding a little higher than normal. “Mom’s out with my Aunt. This is my babysitter, Pam.”

Pam managed to say “Hi.”

Officer Sanchez was looking over our heads at something past us.

“You girls seen or heard anything unusual?”

We shook our heads “No.”

“Okay,” Officer Sanchez said, still looking past us. “I want this door locked, understand. You girls tell Carol when she gets home to keep the doors locked, and you call us if you see anybody you don’t know. Okay?”

I told her we would.

The radio thing on her shoulder came on.

“Sandie, this is the Chief. All clear here at the Kellers’, and Mrs Schmidt’s. How about the Watsons?”

“Clear here, Chief. Meet you in the road.”

She turned off the radio thing, and looked at me instead of past me.

“Katy, I’m going outside this door now, but I won’t move away from it till I hear you lock it.”

Officer Sanchez went outside, and I ran naked to the door and locked it. Officer Sanchez shouted back through the locked door.

“All right, good! You girls have fun, but keep an eye out. Bye.”

I heard a car door close out in the road, and through the kitchen window I could see her and Sheriff Johnson drive off in the patrol car.

I turned toward Pam, who was still standing there holding the blanket up over herself. I looked over her head, and saw what Officer Sanchez had seen.

There was a big old mirror on the living room wall, and in the mirror I could see all of the back of Pam, from her head to her heels. Officer Sanchez had been staring at Pam’s bare ass, and mine too.

I didn’t say anything to Pam about it. I didn’t want her to get all scared. I guess Officer Sanchez didn’t mind seeing our bare butts. She had more important things going on. It made me wonder some though. It made me wonder if she really liked seeing our bare butts. She sure didn’t seem to take her eyes off where she was looking all the time she stood there.

Me and Pam took turns in the bathroom. You know, peeing and washing up. When I came out, she was all dressed. She told me I better put my clothes on too, so I did.

We sat on the couch and held hands and talked about what had happened today. Aunt Billie called, and they would be home in two or three hours.

Me and Pam watched some TV. She said it was getting toward my bedtime. I went and washed up and brushed my teeth. I came back out. Pam said I could go get my pyjamas on and she would let me watch a little more TV since I was so good.

“Um, Pam. Will you help me? I can’t undress myself.” Of course I could undress, but I wanted to have Pam take my clothes off.

Pam smiled at me, “Okay, Squirt. I’ll help you get ready for bed.”

I took her hand and led her up the stairs to my bedroom. I put the stairway light on, and then the night light, and my bed lamp. I reached under my pillow and pulled out my pyjamas. Then I stood there and grinned at her.

Pam sat on the bed, and unbuttoned my shirt, and took it off. She had me raise my arms and she pulled my undershirt off over my head. She ran her thumbs lightly over my hard little nipples, and then we kissed, while she kept doing that.

Pam got on her knees and undid my jeans and pulled them down, and I stepped out of them. She took my socks off too, and then reached for my pyjamas.

“Uh, Pam, I don’t ever wear underwear to bed.”

Pam swallowed hard, and said, “Oh, okay. Let’s get these off you then.”

She looked right at my pussy as she pulled my panties down. I sat on the edge of the bed and spread my legs open.

“Give me a goodnight kiss, right there, Pam,” I said, as I put my fingers on my pussy and spread it open for her.

Pam gave a long goodnight kiss there. Very soft and tender. I just couldn’t do anymore though. I thanked her and told her she could stop. She did stop, but took a very long look at my pussy.

Pam helped me on with my pyjamas.

“Pam, I really feel sleepy now. Is it okay if I just go to bed now?”

“Sure, Squirt.”

She helped me under the covers, and kissed the tip of my nose. Ingrid my sock monkey was over by my dresser and I asked Pam to bring her over for me. I liked that Pam didn’t tease me about having a doll to sleep with.

She put Ingrid under the covers with me.

“Want a story or anything, Katy?”

“No, just sit here with me for a little bit, okay?”

“Sure.”

Pam reached in her jeans pocket. She had a tube of her purple, grape-tasting lipstick. She put it on one of the shelves on the headboard of my bed.

“I want you to have this, Squirt. To remember today by.”

I smiled at her. “Thanks Pam. I want you to have something, too.”

I didn’t know what though. I didn’t have anything cool, like lipstick. I looked around. My clothes were in a pile on the floor.

“Hey, Pam. Um, if ya want, you can take my panties?”

I thought to myself, what a stupid thing to offer.

Pam smiled at me though, “Okay, thanks. I’d like that.”

She kissed me on the head, then she picked up my panties, turned off my bed lamp, and said goodnight.

I told her to leave the nightlight on. I was asleep before she reached the bottom of the stairs.

Continue on to Chapter 14

By No One

Having quenched their thirst with tall glasses of ice water, Chloe and Nettie padded back to the living room, where their clothes were strewn all over the floor. Chloe picked up her panties, wondering if she should get dressed, when she felt Nettie’s bare body pressing against her back.

“Oh? Are we done?” the older girl asked, a playful lilt in her voice.

Chloe turned her head to grin up at Nettie. “I don’t know. Are we?”

“I don’t think so,” Nettie said. Plucking the panties away and tossing them back on the floor, she brought her hands up Chloe’s body to cup her breasts.

Chloe sighed with pleasure as she leaned back against Nettie and closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of the teen’s hands on her body. She felt the girl fondle her breasts, teasing her nipples to a throbbing stiffness. One hand then trailed down her body, over her belly, finally pressing against Chloe’s eager sex, forcing a moan from her throat.

Abruptly, those hands were gone, and Chloe opened her eyes, a little disappointed. Suddenly, a quick push from behind sent her toppling forward, and she fell headlong onto the couch.

“Heeey!” she exclaimed, laughing. Finding herself on all fours, she began to turn around, but Nettie stopped her with a hand on her back.

“Nuh-uh, keep that pose for a bit,” the teen girl said.

“Oh… okay?” Chloe said uncertainly, curious about what the girl had in mind. Nettie might just want to check out her butt, she thought, so she gave it a playful shake.

Nettie chuckled. “Sexy girl,” she purred. Moving closer, she cupped Chloe’s cheeks with both hands, then began to fondle her butt, taking time to explore every inch of the tender globes.

Chloe giggled. She couldn’t blame the girl, remembering how excited she’d been while spreading sunscreen on Nettie’s butt the last time they were together. After a moment, she felt one of Nettie’s hands slip between her legs, and whimpered in response.

One finger slid inside her pussy. “Mmm, yeah,” she moaned, encouraging her partner. Even though she’d already had an orgasm not long ago, she was wet and ready for more. She lay her head down on the armrest of the couch, but kept her butt up high, presenting it to Nettie, enjoying how it felt to have the girl’s finger pumping in and out of her.

Fucking me, Chloe reminded herself, her arousal rising even higher. That’s what she’s doing.

She gasped in surprise when she felt a second finger poking at the entrance to her sex, gently easing its way in.

“Is this okay?” Nettie asked.

“I… I think so…” Chloe said tentatively. This was a new experience for her. It felt like her insides were being stretched out by the two fingers, but it wasn’t entirely uncomfortable. In fact, as she got used to the intrusion, it began to feel rather good. “This is… kinda nice.”

“It’s great once you’re used to it, you’ll see,” Nettie encouraged her, then began to slowly move her fingers back and forth.

Chloe quickly realized that Nettie was right. As she relaxed and welcomed the other girl’s probing fingers, they started feeling better and better inside her. Before long, she was moaning in time with the teenager’s thrusts.

After a moment, she felt Nettie’s lips on her butt — kissing one cheek, then the other. She giggled at the sensation, then laughed even harder when the girl started tracing wet circles on each cheek with the tip of her tongue, almost like a painter’s brush. It was a rather odd feeling but not unpleasant, especially combined with those lovely fingers, still moving inside her.

Chloe frowned when she felt Nettie’s tongue drift towards the crack of her ass, headed right for the dirty part. Didn’t she realize?

“Um, Nettie, that’s not… Ah!” The warning was interrupted by her loud gasp when she felt the tongue lightly graze her little hole. It was no accident, either. Nettie’s contented humming made it clear that she was having loads of fun teasingly flicking her tongue over Chloe’s anus.

Chloe couldn’t believe Nettie’s actions. She craned her neck as best she could, struggling to get a better look.

Nettie winked at her. “Don’t worry, baby, I know what I’m doing,” she said before resuming her lewd tongue movements.

Chloe couldn’t fathom why Nettie would want to do such a thing, but saw no real reason to stop her. She laid her head back down on the armrest, letting herself enjoy the strange sensation in her bottom.

Upon reflection, she had to admit it was quite pleasant. She’d never known that her butt could be so sensitive. Beyond the feeling, though, the sheer filthiness of the act seemed to be getting her all the more excited. She wondered if Nettie could tell, if her pussy was getting even slicker around the teen girl’s fingers.

Those very fingers were feeling heavenly as they moved about inside her, and the tongue that pressed against her tight hole seemed to amplify Chloe’s pleasure even more. She could feel her orgasm building, and knew the moment of release was close at hand. A few more thrusts sent her over the edge.

Suddenly nothing existed except for her delighted body and Nettie’s skillful tongue and fingers. Loud cries escaped her lips as she came for what felt like forever.

Finally she lay dazed and limp on the couch. I don’t think I could ever get sick of this, she thought, not even if I had ten orgasms a day.

Still catching her breath, Chloe rolled over on her back. Nettie knelt above her, looking quite pleased with herself.

“So, did you like me tonguing your asshole?” the girl asked teasingly.

“It was… pretty nice,” Chloe admitted hesitantly. She still had a hard time believing Nettie enjoyed putting her tongue in such a dirty place. She wondered with some apprehension if she was supposed to return the favor.

As if reading her mind, Nettie said, “You don’t have to do that, though. It’s just a thing I like doing sometimes.”

“Oh, okay, cool.” Chloe was rather relieved. Though she’d really enjoyed the feel of Nettie’s tongue in her butt, she didn’t relish the thought of trying it herself. As her eyes roamed over the teenager’s nude body, she thought of another naughty place she would definitely like to explore with her tongue, though.

“Maybe I could try licking… somewhere else,” she proposed shyly.

“Oh? Where is that?” Nettie teased.

Chloe giggled. “You know!”

Nettie shook her head. “No idea.”

Chloe gave her a look, but realized that the other girl wanted to hear her say it. With all the sensuality she could muster, she looked into Nettie’s eyes, and said, “I want to lick your pussy.”

She was not disappointed in the result: lust flared up in Nettie’s eyes and she bit her bottom lip in that sexy way of hers that made Chloe’s head swim.

“Oh, that place. All yours, baby.” Nettie lay back, hooking her left leg over the back of the couch while letting her right foot drop to the floor, spreading herself lewdly before Chloe’s hungry eyes.

Chloe knelt in front of Nettie, drinking in the sight, a grin spreading on her lips. Slowly, she leaned in towards her goal, then paused, wondering if she should take off her glasses for this. I guess I won’t need them this close up, she decided. Plucking the black frames from their perch on her nose and setting them down on the coffee table, she resumed her advance until her face was mere inches from Nettie’s treasure.

Chloe took a moment to admire the lovely pussy in front of her. It was entirely smooth, except for the cute tuft of blue hair at the top. She idly wondered if it took a lot of effort to shave it that way, though that wasn’t an issue for her yet. The lips were parted slightly, and she could see traces of the other girl’s excitement glistening inside. It was beautiful. She breathed in deeply, savoring the rich scent of arousal, which she found quite enticing.

Leaning in even closer, she deposited a soft kiss on Nettie’s sex, and felt the girl’s body twitch in response. She glanced up at her partner and they exchanged smiles. Nettie seemed content to let her explore at her own pace.

Chloe tried a few more light kisses, pleased that she could hear Nettie’s breath catch a little each time her lips brushed the sensitive flesh. Tentatively, she let her tongue emerge for a taste of the other girl’s intimacy. The flavor was hard to describe — both similar and different from her own nectar, which she’d sampled a few times before while playing with herself. Nettie’s had a stronger taste, but was by no means unpleasant. In fact, Chloe was pleased to find herself enjoying it. The taste of it was… sexy and arousing, somehow, though of course her perception might have been skewed by the fluid’s source.

Nettie was clearly enjoying herself as well, letting out a soft moan as Chloe’s tongue began exploring deeper into her folds. She reached out to touch Chloe’s head, caressing her hair lightly.

Chloe enjoyed the contact, it somehow seemed to make their connection more intimate. Using her hands to spread Nettie’s pussy lips open, she took a moment to examine the bright pink interior. Finding it quite inviting, she let her tongue roam all over the juicy flesh.

She experimented with various types of licking, trying to gauge Nettie’s reactions to find out what the girl liked best. She alternated between fast and slow, up-and-down and sideways, lightning-fast flicks and long licks. Nettie didn’t seem to dislike any of it, though it was no surprise that Chloe got the biggest response from licking her clit.

Chloe wanted to make things last, though, so instead she chose to tease the entrance to Nettie’s vagina with her mouth. She flicked her tongue at the little hole a few times, then tried to push it in as deep as she could — which wasn’t very deep at all, but it sounded like Nettie was enjoying it anyway.

After a moment of that, she licked her way up across one pussy lip up to the teenager’s clit, then repeated the process on the other side. Nettie quivered each time her sensitive nub was tickled, so Chloe decided to give her what she wanted, and started flicking her tongue over the little love button in earnest.

“Mmm, fuck, yes,” Nettie moaned.

Smiling inwardly, Chloe glanced up at the other girl, saw that her head was tilted back over the armrest in pleasure, hands busy caressing her small breasts. So hot, Chloe thought as she redoubled her efforts to make Nettie feel good, slipping one finger, then two, into the wet heat of Nettie’s vagina.

The teenager cried out, urgently pushing her hips against Chloe’s mouth and fingers. She was breathing hard now, and one of her hands was clutching tightly at the couch cushion.

Chloe could tell Nettie was getting close to release — in fact, she could almost feel the orgasm’s imminent approach herself. It was fascinating to be so in tune with someone else’s body, like it was an extension of your own.  At that moment, all Chloe wanted was to get her partner off in a major way.

An instant later, right on time, she felt Nettie tense, then heard her great cries of pleasure. The girl’s thighs tightened around Chloe’s head, trapping her between them, but she didn’t mind. She just kept on licking for all she was worth until Nettie’s rapture began to subside.

Slowly, Chloe disentangled herself once Nettie had gone limp. She admired the beautiful, panting girl for a moment. “So, did I do good?” she asked teasingly, certain that her performance had been quite satisfactory.

“Mmm-hmm, really good,” Nettie murmured, eyes still closed. “I would say you’re a natural.” She stretched lazily, then straightened up and opened her eyes.

“Fuck!” she suddenly exclaimed — the word no longer a passionate utterance, but a cry of alarm.

Chloe’s head whipped around to see what Nettie was staring at behind her. She could discern a blurry blonde silhouette standing in the door frame. Oh, no! she thought, lunging for her glasses.

Once clarity of vision was restored, she could see that, as she’d feared, her best friend Alex was gaping at them in shock, eyes opened wide. Chloe’s own expression was probably much the same. She couldn’t begin to imagine what to say at that moment. She rushed to snatch her clothes off the floor and awkwardly cover herself behind them, though that didn’t seem to lessen the embarrassment in any way.

Nettie didn’t seem to care about her nakedness, and was anything but dumbfounded. “What the hell, Alex? You’re not supposed to be back until tonight!” she accused, as if her little sister was the one who’d been caught with her pants down.

“I… uh…” Alex began, then her mouth worked silently for a moment. Apparently, she was having trouble focusing her thoughts. “D-dad brought me back early, ‘cause he had, uh… a thing…” she finally explained, waving away the details.

Nettie let out an annoyed sound, halfway between a sigh and a growl. “That guy,” she muttered through gritted teeth, clearly less than pleased with her father’s sense of timing. She frowned at the window. “He’s not coming in, right?”

“N-no, uh, he left.” Alex turned her confused gaze to Chloe. “Did she… make you do that stuff?”

“Hey, now!” Nettie began angrily.

“No, no!” Chloe quickly interrupted. “I wanted to. Really. We were just, err… having some fun.” She shrugged sheepishly, feeling her cheeks grow warm.

“Oh.” Alex was at a loss for words, trying hard to look at anything but the two naked girls on the couch.

“Look, Alex,” Nettie began, switching to a softer tone, “you can’t tell anyone about this, okay? Seriously, this is important. You don’t want to get Chloe in trouble, right?”

Alex spared her sister a dubious glance, suggesting she knew full well that Chloe wouldn’t be the one in trouble. “I guess,” she said, shrugging and sounding unconvinced. “Um, anyway, I’ll let you two… err….” She trailed off, gesturing vaguely, then walked away towards her room while avoiding eye contact.

They watched Alex leave the room in silence, waited until they heard her walk up the stairs to her room, then turned to each other. Suddenly, Nettie burst out laughing, surprising Chloe, who had fully expected her to be totally pissed.

“Oops,” the teenager said lightly.

Chloe, mortified a moment ago, was reassured a little by how Nettie seemed to be taking things in stride. “Well, that was embarrassing,” she commented, with a nervous laugh of her own.

“It happens, I guess. Alex looked more embarrassed than you did, really,” Nettie said, still chuckling. “Still, next time, let’s do it in my room with the door locked.”

Next time. Chloe liked the sound of that. “Probably a good idea,” she agreed.

“So, Alex didn’t know about you, right? Sorry you had to ‘come out’ that way.”

“Yeah… it’s okay, I guess. Not sure which is the most awkward, between getting caught like that and going, ‘Look, I have to tell you something.’”

“Ha! Yeah, that’s a fun one.” Nettie started getting dressed, as did Chloe. “Hey, listen, think you could go talk to her? Make sure she won’t blab about this or anything?”

Chloe winced. That didn’t sound like a fun conversation at all. Still, she didn’t want Nettie to get in trouble. Besides, she felt like she should check on her best friend to make sure she was okay. “Hmm, yeah. Okay, I’ll go see her…”

“Thanks.” Nettie slipped a hand up Chloe’s skirt, giving her butt a playful squeeze just as she was about to walk away.

“Unless you still have other plans…” Chloe teased.

Nettie chuckled. “Nah, go on. I should be good. For a bit.”

Chloe gave her a wink before slowly climbing the stairs to Alex’s room. Pausing in front of the closed door, she took a deep breath. This is gonna be soooo awkward, she thought, then made herself knock. “Hey, it’s me. Can I come in?”

“Yeah,” came the muffled reply after a short hesitation, and Chloe opened the door and stepped in.

Alex was sitting on her bed, eyes on the floor, still looking a little disconcerted. When she finally lifted her head to look at Chloe, her eyebrows immediately shot up. “What are you wearing?”

Chloe looked down at herself, making a face at the too-tight top and silly shortened skirt. “Oh. Um, well, just wanted to look a bit sexy, you know…” She was feeling the colors rise to her cheeks already.

“For my sister.” It was more a statement than a question.

“Well… yeah,” Chloe conceded.

“So, what, you’re girlfriends now or something?”

“Oh, no. Not like that… I don’t think.” Chloe had to admit she wasn’t quite sure what their relationship was, exactly. “We just, um, you know, kinda fool around…”

“Wow, okay. Yeah, I kinda saw that.”

Chloe giggled nervously, rubbing the back of her head. “Yeah, I guess you kinda did, there.”

“So how long have you been hiding this from me?” Alex asked abruptly, a tinge of irritation in her voice.

Chloe suddenly wondered if that’s what bothered her friend more than anything else, that Alex saw it as a betrayal of trust. She sat down next to the girl. “Oh, no! I wasn’t… hiding it or anything. This is kinda new. Today was just the second time we, um, did it. First time was… well, remember Friday when you thought Nettie was acting weird?”

“Oh.” Alex looked pensive, and maybe a little less tense. “Is that what that was about? So, what, she… seduced you when you were alone?”

“Not really… well, maybe, sorta. I mean, she kinda caught me checking her out, so…”

“Oooh, you were checking her out, huh?”

Chloe laughed. “Well, you saw that swimsuit she was wearing, right?”

“I guess I see your point.” Alex had to join in the laughter. “So you were gonna tell me sometime, huh?” she asked after a moment.

”Oh, um… well, you know, eventually, maybe,” Chloe hazarded, unsure herself if that was the truth.

“Uh-huh.” Alex elbowed her gently in the ribs.

Chloe giggled. “Well, what did you want me to say? ‘Oh, by the way, I’m having sex with your sister’?”

“I guess that could be sorta difficult to bring up,” Alex admitted, laughing as well. “You could have told me you liked girls, though,” she added, her tone turned serious.

“Ah… yeah…” Chloe realized that she didn’t have a good excuse for her silence. She hadn’t meant to hide these feelings from her best friend, exactly, but… it was very personal, not the easiest thing to slip into a conversation.

“I kinda figured anyway,” Alex added as an afterthought.

That caught Chloe by surprise. “What! How?”

“Let’s see…” Alex began, counting on her fingers. “Never talking about boys — or anyone — that you like, never commenting on anything anyone says about boys, hmm, making googly eyes at other girls…”

Chloe snorted. “Googly eyes? I don’t make googly eyes… um, do I?”

”Oh, really? You stared at Emily Flanigan all the time, for one…”

“Emily…” Chloe sighed wistfully. Emily was a tall, pretty redheaded girl who had been in their class. Chloe had spent half the school year trying to build up the courage to talk to her — something more than an occasional “Hi,” anyway — then the girl had moved out of state, never to be seen again.

“She was really hot,” Chloe muttered. She had to admit it was rather liberating to be able to finally share feelings like this with her friend.

“Yeah, I kinda got that idea.” Alex chuckled.

Chloe had no idea she’d been so obvious with her attraction to other girls, and now wondered if anyone else had noticed. Somehow, that didn’t seem to matter much anymore. “Did you… know Nettie likes girls, too?”

Alex gave her a dubious look. “I’m not an idiot. She isn’t always very… subtle.” She gestured vaguely in the direction of the living room where she’d caught them in the act. “Well, I mean… not that I’d seen anything like that before…” she quickly added.

Chloe noticed that she wasn’t the only one blushing anymore, and almost laughed. Maybe Nettie was right, and Alex was just as embarrassed. She wondered what the girl had seen, exactly. In the spirit of honesty, she decided to simply ask. “So… how much did you see us doing?”

“Oh! Err, um…” Alex stammered, looking even more shamefaced.

Chloe grew suspicious. “Wait, how long were you standing there watching, anyway?”

“Not that long… like, maybe… couple minutes…” her friend mumbled, the volume decreasing with each word.

“What!” Chloe’s eyes widened in surprise for a moment, but she couldn’t help laughing at Alex’s flustered expression. “You watched us for a few minutes?”

“Not ‘a few!’ Just… ugh, I didn’t know what to say, okay? And… it didn’t look like a good time to interrupt…” Alex was bright red now.

Chloe was beginning to enjoy turning the table of embarrassment on Alex. She had to wonder if her friend hadn’t liked the show, at least a little. “Oh yeah, Nettie would have been real pissed if you’d cut things short at the… wrong time.”

“Um, yeah, she looked like she was… enjoying herself.” Alex swallowed, then seemed to regain a bit of her mischief. “Maybe I should have interrupted then!”

“So cruel.”

They both giggled, then fell silent for a moment, lost in their own thoughts.

Chloe surreptitiously studied her friend. Alex was a pretty girl, really. Long, curly blonde hair, a very cute face — still a rather childish figure, but that wasn’t a bad thing at all. Chloe had never really felt much sexual desire for the girl, probably because they’d been friends since kindergarten — besides, Chloe had been rather obsessed with the older sister. But now, she suddenly found herself thinking about kissing her best friend, and not only on the mouth.

“So, um… what is it like, anyway?” Alex asked, interrupting her musing.

Chloe smiled, wondering if Alex’s thoughts were anything like her own. She figured she knew what her friend was asking, but decided to tease her. “What? Licking your sister’s pussy?” she asked. Her dirty mind wondered if Alex would taste the same.

The blonde girl’s eyes widened at the language. “Err… I mean, more like in general… you know, sex.”

“Mmm, it’s amazing,” Chloe gushed, letting herself fall back on the bed. “The best feeling in the world, really. And so much better than just your fingers. When someone else touches you like that, it’s so… hot, and like, electric. Feels so good. And sometimes you feel so close, you know, it’s like you’re sharing one body or something.”

Alex giggled nervously. “Sounds pretty nice, I guess.”

Chloe eyed her friend, wondering if Alex really sounded interested, or if it was just her lustful imagination making it seem that way. She was warming to the idea of showing the girl what sex was like in a more hands-on fashion, though it made her feel a little ashamed as well. After all, she was already fooling around with Nettie. Now, she was having lustful thoughts about Nettie’s kid sister — who also happened to be her best friend! One would think she’d be sated after two orgasms, but apparently not.

Thinking of what she’d done with Nettie only served to turn her on even more — then her dirty mind took it upon itself to combine these desires. Now, not only did she see herself teaching Alex all about sex with another girl, but she then imagined Alex’s older sister joining in as well. A warm flush between her legs welcomed the thought.

She took a long, slow breath, trying to calm herself. God, that’s seriously perverted. “Thinking of giving it a shot yourself?” she asked innocently — at least, trying her best to sound innocent.

“Oh, no!” Alex was once again blushing brightly. “I — I was just wondering… anyway, I don’t even have anyone to, uh, you know…”

I can think of someone, Chloe wanted to say. “Hmm, maybe,” she said instead, trying to seem casual. “So… since you knew about me… what about you? Ever thought about girls?” Not very subtle, she thought.

“O-oh, I… not really… um, well, not much…”

Chloe couldn’t help but smile. “Not much, huh?”

“I mean, since my sister is… you know, I guess I kinda wondered a bit.”

“And…?” Chloe prompted expectantly, sitting back up.

“I don’t know… I’m… not sure how I feel…” Alex shook her head, looking desperately confused.

Chloe decided not to push the subject any further. It was clear that Alex already had a lot to think about. Forcing her naughtier ideas to the back of her mind, she said, “It’s cool, don’t worry about it. You’ll figure it out.” She leaned in close for a sisterly hug, and Alex tensed a little at first, then relaxed in her arms. “Tell you what, here’s the after-school special ending: I’ll accept you as you are, and you do the same for me. Deal?” she added with a cheesy grin.

Alex snorted. “Deal. Of course.”

They nodded at each other, satisfied, then Chloe remembered what Nettie had asked her.

“Oh yeah, um… you’re really not gonna tell anyone about Nettie and me, right? I don’t want her to get in trouble.”

Alex made a face. “She’s nearly an adult, Chloe. She shouldn’t be doing… that stuff with you. You’re only twelve.”

Chloe rolled her eyes. “It’s my choice, isn’t it? I can tell you this much — it didn’t take a lot of convincing.” She raised her eyebrows suggestively.

Alex shook her head, but laughed a little. “I guess.”

“Promise?”

“Fine, promised,” Alex finally acquiesced in a long-suffering tone.

“Great, you’re the best.” Chloe gave her another hug.

Stealing a glance at the alarm clock on Alex’s bedside table, Chloe saw it was probably time to get going. As she made her goodbyes, though, that dirty part of her mind insisted that there might actually be time for a quick stop by Nettie’s room…

By Girl Lover

Kendra drove straight to Molly’s house from school. She walked up to the front door, then fished through her purse for the keys Ms. Carrington had given her. As she entered, she wondered if Molly was home yet.

“MOLLY?” she called out.

No answer. She went down the hall to Molly’s room, again calling, “Molly?”

Her bedroom door was open. “Molly?”

She poked her head in. Molly was at the computer, playing a game.

Kendra walked in. “Molly, didn’t you hear me calling?”

“Yes,” Molly replied in a flat tone.

“Well, why didn’t you answer?”

“I didn’t want to.”

Kendra was taken aback. It reminded her of bratty little kids she’d babysat before. “Okaaay. So, do you have any homework?”

No answer.

“Do you want a snack?”

No answer.

“Do you want to go swimming?”

No answer.

Kendra sighed in exasperation. At least the girl wasn’t throwing a tantrum. That was something. Well, Ms. Carrington was paying her to help Molly if she needed it, and if she didn’t need anything… there was nothing more she could do.

Shrugging her shoulders, Kendra decided to do her homework. She went back out to the living room and sat down on the couch, opening her backpack and pulling out her algebra book.

An hour and a half later, she’d finished. After stowing her schoolwork in her backpack, she went to Molly’s room to see she was still on the computer.

“Molly, is there anything you’d like to do? Maybe play a game?”

Silence. Kendra went back to the living room and looked around, wondering what she could do until it was time for dinner. She fell on the couch, pulled out her phone, and began surfing YouTube.

*****

Much later, Kendra looked at the time. 7:43. “Ooh, I better fix some dinner,” she said to herself.

Going into the kitchen, she opened the fridge to see what they had to make. Seeing a beef stew meal that looked good, she pulled it out and put it in the microwave. A few minutes later, she had stew for both of them in two bowls.

Going to Molly’s room, she called, “Molly, I got dinner ready. It’s beef stew.”

Molly exited out of the game she was playing and wheeled herself to the dining room without responding.

As they ate, Kendra tried one last time, “What do you do in your classes today?”

Molly was just as silent as ever. Sighing quietly, Kendra ate her dinner.

When they had finished, Kendra took both bowls to the sink and washed them. Then she went to help Molly get in the tub for her bath, but when she got there, she found the bathroom door closed and heard the water running.

“Molly?”

She tried opening the door, but the knob wiggled uselessly in her hand. It was locked.

“Molly. I’m supposed to help you get in the tub.” She jiggled the doorknob again.

“I don’t need your help!” Molly’s voice came through the door.

Suddenly, she heard a dull thud and Molly crying out in pain.

“Molly!” Jiggling the doorknob harder than ever, Kendra grew desperate. With Molly’s anguished crying in her ears, she looked at the doorknob, saw a narrow slot and pulled out the keys she’d been given, praying that one would fit.

The knob finally turned. She flung open the door and to her horror found Molly lying naked on the floor, one of her legs hanging limp over the wall of the tub.

As Molly sobbed, Kendra carefully picked the girl up and set her inside the bathtub.

“I’m so sorry! Are you hurt?”

Still crying, Molly touched her head. Kendra carefully parted her hair to see if she was bleeding, but she didn’t seem to be.

Kendra said, “Here, let me rub your head.”

She gently rubbed Molly’s head where she’d bumped it. It was a technique she had used on herself many times whenever she had a painful bump. It distracted from the pain, sorta like acupuncture.

After a minute, Molly’s crying subsided. She sat hunched over in the tub, looking bleak.

“How’s that?” Kendra asked.

“Better.”

Molly paused, then said, “I’m, I’m sorry for ignoring you… and for locking the door. I didn’t want you to see me naked. I-I hate being treated like a baby. I want to be able to do things for myself. I want to…”

A pained expression crossed her face. “I just… wish I was n-normal… like everyone else.”

“I know,” Kendra whispered sadly.

Several seconds later, she said, “I’ll wait outside for you, okay?”

“Okay.”

Kendra stood and started for the door.

“Kendra?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m really sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

Kendra stepped outside, closing the door behind her. Leaning against the wall, she let out her breath. Before this, she had never really noticed disabled people. She’d seen them once in a while, but never paid much attention. She would see them and then they were quickly forgotten.

For the first time, she could understand how hard it was. Not just physically, but from the treatment and the snide comments people would make, just like Jason this morning. She frowned. She was still upset with him about that.

Later, she picked Molly up, wrapped in a towel, and set her back in her chair. Molly wheeled herself to her room, pulled on a nightgown and got on the bed. Lying down, she waited for Kendra to exercise her legs.

Kendra placed her hand under one knee and slowly pushed Molly’s leg up toward her chest. As she did, the gown was pulled up, revealing the girl’s bare pussy.

At first, Kendra quickly looked away in embarrassment. Then, remembering that Molly couldn’t see, her eyes went back there again.

Though she had seen other girls naked in the shower after PE, she didn’t get anything then like the view she was getting now. She could clearly see the bald outer lips, slightly opened, revealing the soft flesh within.

Though she knew she shouldn’t, Kendra couldn’t help staring. It held her gaze like…

“Kendra?”

The teen awoke with a start and began moving Molly’s leg again. She continued the exercises, all the while stealing furtive glances at the area that intrigued her so much. After a few minutes, she was finished and told Molly goodnight.

Going into the living room, Kendra turned on the TV and waited for Ms. Carrington to come home.

A little after nine, she heard the car pulling into the driveway. The front door soon opened and Ms. Carrington came in, “Hi. How did everything go?”

“Good.”

“What did ya’ll do?”

“Uh… well, we really didn’t do anything together. She played on her computer, and I hung out here.”

Ms. Carrington frowned, then went into Molly’s room.

Kendra stood up and followed worriedly about halfway down the hall.

A few minutes later, Ms. Carrington came out of Molly’s room, slightly smiling. “I have to apologize. Molly told me that she wasn’t being very nice, and that she locked you out of the bathroom.” She sighed, shaking her head. “That girl is so hard-headed… though I know this is a big change for her.”

The woman smiled at Kendra. “She told me you visited her during lunch today. That was very thoughtful. Thank you.” She looked at the clock. “Well, it’s late. Is this working for you?”

“Yes,” Kendra nodded.

“Good. Have a good night and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

*****

The next day at school, Wednesday, Kendra again spotted Molly slowly wheeling herself down the hall. Turning to Jason beside her, she quickly told him, “I’ll see you later. I’m going to walk with her to her room.”

Before Jason could say anything, she ran over to Molly, saying cheerfully, “Hi, Molly!”

Recognizing her voice, Molly turned to her, speaking quietly in a shy voice, “Oh, hi.”

“Can I walk with you to your classroom?”

“Uh, I guess.”

Walking slowly beside the girl, Kendra asked, “So, what class are you going to now?”

“Math,” Molly replied in her small voice.

“Ooh, I hate math.”

As they arrived at Molly’s room, Kendra told her, “Okay, I’ll come see you at lunch again, all right?”

“All right.”

At lunch, Kendra told her friends she was going to have lunch with someone else, then went to the special ed room. There, Molly was wheeling towards the cupboard. Kendra approached her, “Hi Molly, is it okay for me to eat with you again?”

Unlike the day before, Molly seemed more talkative. She smiled and nodded, “Uh-huh.”

Kendra set her lunch down on the table. “What did you do this morning?”

“I made a turtle in Art. Wanna see it?” Molly asked excitedly.

“Sure!”

The girl backed away from the table, turned, and quickly wheeled across the room.

“Molly, slow down! You’re gonna hit somebody!” Ms. Luedtke warned.

Molly approached the window sill adorned with several animals made of clay. Reaching out, her fingers found the wall below the sill and slid across, feeling for her name plate. She touched several name plates, her fingers quickly skimming across the braille on each one until she located her own.

Sliding her fingers up to the window sill, she deftly took the dried clay turtle and showed it to Kendra. “See!”

“Hey! This is really good!”

“D’ya wanna see what else I’ve done? C’mere!”

Molly took off again without waiting for an answer. Over at the computer, she clicked on an icon, and as the program started, Molly explained, “These are my job skills.”

The computer read each one aloud as Molly moved the mouse cursor over it. “See? I want to be a teacher. Like Ms. Luedtke. And I want to help kids who are blind like me, and I’ll show them that just because they’re blind that doesn’t mean that they can’t do things.”

“I think that’s wonderful.”

“Molly, you and Kendra should really finish your lunch,” Ms. Luedtke reminded her.

“Okay.”

They went back over to the table and began eating. “D’ya wanna go swimming later when we get home?”

“Sure,” Kendra smiled. “But I’ll have to stop at my house first and get my suit.”

“And then afterwards, we can play Monopoly.”

They continued talking, eating, and making plans for what they would do after school.

*****

“What kind of music do you listen to?”

Kendra had just walked out of the bathroom after changing into her swimsuit when Molly sprang the question on her.

“Oh, um…” Kendra thought for a few seconds. “Colbie Caillat… Bon Jovi… Sia…”

“Have you heard Debbie Gibson?” Molly interrupted excitedly.

“No.”

“She’s really neat. Mom plays her music a lot. C’mon, I’ll show you! I brought the radio outside so we can listen while we swim!”

Already in her suit with her swim vest attached, she wheeled out to the patio, stopping at the CD player. Feeling for the buttons, she pushed play and “Only in My Dreams” filled the air.

“Isn’t this great!” Molly shouted above the music as she rolled her wheelchair into the water.

Setting the brake, she slipped out of the chair and began paddling through the water. Kendra lifted her shirt over her head and pulled down her shorts. Walking nimbly across the stone patio in her bikini, she waded out to where Molly was paddling. They splashed and frolicked around.

“Hey! Let’s play Marco Polo!” Molly suddenly exclaimed.

“Okay,” Kendra agreed.

“MARCO!”

“POLO!” Kendra echoed while backing away.

Paddling towards Kendra’s voice, Molly kept baiting her, “MARCO!” while closing in. In her efforts to escape, Kendra unwittingly backed into a corner. Molly was paddling feverishly while reaching out, trying to touch her.

Still answering Molly’s calls of “MARCO!” Kendra saw that she could not escape and so she stood still and waited for Molly.

“HA! Gotcha! …hey, what’s this?”

Molly’s hands had accidentally made contact with Kendra’s B-cup size breasts. Though she was surprised, Kendra didn’t stop the girl as Molly’s fingers fondled her through the swimsuit. It didn’t feel bad or wrong, but instead… kinda nice… in a strange sorta way.

“What is this?” Molly repeated, while still squeezing her breasts, feeling the erect nipples poking through the thin bikini top.

Nervous, Kendra looked all around to see if anyone was watching them, but no one was. “Uh… my boobs.”

“What are boobs?”

Kendra frowned at the girl, and then remembered she was a blind eleven-year-old and so might not ever have noticed boobs before. “You know… your, uh… I mean, um, my breasts and my nipples.”

“But why are they sticking out like this?”

“That’s… just what they do when you grow up.”

“You mean mine are going to do this?”

“Yeah, someday.” Growing increasingly nervous about someone seeing them, Kendra said, “Okay, I’m it now!”

Quickly forgetting about Kendra’s breasts, Molly squealed and began furiously paddling away. After closing her eyes, Kendra moved forward, calling out, “MARCO!”

Molly, in her eagerness to keep from being caught, would reply, “POLO!” if she could tell that Kendra was far enough away — but once Kendra got too close, she wouldn’t answer at all.

Kendra stopped and smiled, knowing the girl was trying to hide from her. “Marco,” she called out teasingly, in a quiet voice. When she heard Molly splashing, she quickly resumed her hunt.

This, of course, got Molly terribly excited as she noisily splashed away. Thwarting her efforts to hide, Kendra finally grabbed the girl, eliciting a high-pitch scream of glee. They continued playing other games, with Debbie Gibson crooning along, until the sun went down.

“Okay, Molly, time to go in.” Kendra guided her towards her chair and after drying off, they went inside.

As she was changing back into her clothes, Molly yelled out, “Kendra, come on!”

“Coming!” On the bed, Molly had all her board games spread out.

“Which one d’ya wanna play first?” Molly asked eagerly.

Looking them over, Kendra replied, “I don’t know… uh… how about this one? Uno. Except I don’t know how to play it.”

“Oh, it’s easy. I’ll show you.”

The hours passed by as Kendra and Molly played one game after another. After having dinner, Molly took her bath, this time letting Kendra help her in and out of the tub.

As Kendra began Molly’s leg exercises, she again noticed the little girl’s exposed pussy before her. Gazing at it in awe, she lifted Molly’s upper leg, bringing it towards Molly’s chest, then lowered again. Moving her legs slowly, back and forth by rote, all her attention was on the hairless young pussy. Without realizing it, Kendra had slid her hand down just a bit each time as she moved the girl’s leg until her fingers were grazing across the surface of her vulva.

She glanced at Molly. She was staring up toward the ceiling, giving no indication that she felt Kendra touching her. Kendra’s fingers continued lightly skimming across her skin. By this time, Kendra had completely forgot about the exercising. The only thing on her mind was a burning curiosity.

What would it feel like to touch her there? Would the inside be warm? Wet? Would Molly notice anything? It was certainly smooth. And soft. Kendra’s index finger skated up one labia, then down the adjacent one. Again and again, then along the middle. Again. A little deeper. Kendra was barely breathing as a heady rush filled her.

She glanced at Molly, and her eyes widened. She knew! Her face was rigid and her breathing labored. ‘Oh shiiittt,’ Kendra thought, ‘Should I stop? Am I… traumatizing her… molesting her?!’ 

As she studied the little girl’s face, Kendra saw that although what she was doing might not be viewed favorably by others, Molly was evidently enjoying it. ‘And she would make me stop if she didn’t like it, wouldn’t she?’ she tried to convince herself.

Kendra didn’t want to stop. The pleasure on the little girl’s face had mesmerized her, and Kendra didn’t want to end this. Her fingers continued their gentle caressing until she happened to think of the time.

Ms. Carrington would be on her way home now. She really had to stop. Lifting her hand from the delicate pussy, she resumed the leg exercises.

“Can you touch my hoo-hoo again?”

Kendra stared at Molly, partly in confusion about the word “hoo-hoo,” and partly at what Molly was asking. Realizing the implications, and deeply regretting what she had done, Kendra’s mind whirled in dealing with this potential catastrophe.

“Molly….” she paused. What could she say?! “I’m… sorry… I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Why not? I liked it. It felt good.”

“Well, yeah, but, I — I’m sorry… for touching you like that. I’m sorry.”

Her voice sounded so regretful that Molly only replied remorsefully, “Oh… okay.”

“Goodnight, Molly. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“G’night.”

Kendra went into the living room and tried to calm her shaking nerves.

‘What the hell was that?! I’m not a lesbian! I have a boyfriend! Molly’s just a kid! I didn’t even ask her! What would my mom say? What would her mom say?!” But there were no answers to her questions. She sat down and pulled out her phone, surfing YouTube again in an effort to distract her enough to settle down.

When Ms. Carrington walked in, Kendra told her everything went fine and then excused herself, saying she had to leave right away and finish her homework at home. Back at her house, by the time she went to bed, she was still no less uneasy.

*****

The next day, Kendra was worried and distracted in her morning classes. She felt as if she had cheated on Jason, and was worried what Molly thought of her, as well as wondering if she might have told her mother what had happened.

She waited in the hallway with Jason for Molly to show up.

“Come on,” said Jason, “I want to get a quick smoke before the bell rings.”

“You go ahead. I’m gonna wait for Molly,” Kendra replied absentmindedly as she scanned the hallway.

Jason pulled her arm, “What is it with her?! That’s all you talk about! I’m tired of you paying more attention to her than me!”

“Well, I’m the only one who does pay attention to her!” Kendra snapped at his thoughtlessness.

“Yeah, but I need your attention too!” His hand slid down to her butt. “Maybe during lunch, instead of hanging out with the retard, you can—”

Kendra narrowed her eyes. “She’s not retarded!” She spat the words out at him. “I’m having lunch with her! She’s all alone because you and everyone else won’t even talk to her or…”

Spotting Molly wheeling down the hall towards her, she decided to end their conversation with, “You know what?! Forget it!”

Quickly walking toward Molly while trying to calm herself down, she greeted the girl. “Hey Molly.”

“Kendra! Hi!”

Leaning in and lowering her voice almost to a whisper, Kendra said, “Molly, I just wanted to tell you, um… if what I did last night… if you didn’t like it, I’m really sorry. I won’t do it again.”

“But I liked it. Don’t be sorry. It felt really good, like a massage.”

Kendra breathed a sigh of relief, then asked quietly, “Did you… uh… tell your mom about it?”

“No. She asked what we did, and I told her we went swimming and played games and then we had supper and I took a bath and then went to bed.”

Another sigh of relief. “Okay. Thank you for not telling her. I was scared she would be mad at me.”

“But you were just giving me a massage.”

“Well, sometimes… moms don’t like people giving massages to their kids.”

“I don’t know why. And anyhow, I liked it. Can you give me another one after my bath tonight?”

Kendra’s eyes widened in alarm and shock, and for a few seconds, she couldn’t answer. “I… really don’t think that’s such a good idea…”

“How come?”

“I just don’t want to, okay?”

“Okay,” Molly responded disappointedly.

“I’ll see you at lunch.”

*****

Kendra opened the front door, holding her bikini in case Molly wanted to swim again.

“Molly!” she called out, wondering what the girl had planned for the afternoon. She soon had her answer.

Molly rolled up to the TV in the living room. She reached into the shelf underneath and brought out a DVD, quickly running her finger over the surface, then putting it back. After examining and returning several DVDs, she settled on one and felt for the DVD player.

“What are you doing?” Kendra asked curiously.

“I wanna watch ‘Beauty and the Beast’. The first Disney one, not the one that just came out.”

Setting down her backpack, Kendra asked, “But — how can you watch it?”

“I can feel it, and besides…” Molly managed to find the eject button and pushed it, causing the tray to slide out. “Me and Mom have watched it lots of times and she’s told me what’s happening as it plays.” She put the disc in the tray. “This is my favorite.”

Molly wheeled over to the couch after turning on the TV. With a little effort, she crawled out of her chair and onto the couch. Picking up the remote on the table beside the couch, she felt the buttons and pushed Play.

As the Disney logo appeared, she beckoned eagerly, “Come on! It’s starting!”

Kendra smiled at her excitement as she walked over and sat beside the girl.

On the screen, the music played, drawing them into the forest, as the narrator spoke, “Once upon a time in a far away land, a young prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish and unkind...”

Molly scooted closer, pressing up against Kendra.

As the narrator’s deep voice continued, his words began having a surreal effect on the teenager, as if the narrator was speaking directly to her about Molly: “But then one winter’s night, an old beggar woman came to the castle…”

‘The way Molly has come into my life’, Kendra couldn’t help thinking.

“…and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold…”

Molly’s hand slowly curled into Kendra’s. Another epiphany, ‘She has nothing to offer.’

“…Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away…” 

‘Everyone else has turned her away.’

“…but she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within…” 

Kendra smiled down at Molly, wrapping her arm around her, and inwardly agreed, ‘It is indeed.’

While the movie played, Kendra observed Molly’s reactions in fascination — the slight movements, quiet gasps, and pressing close for comfort during the scary parts. She really was experiencing the movie just as much as a sighted person could.

Later in the movie, as Belle and the Beast were walking into the ballroom to dance, Molly whispered to Kendra, “This is where they fall in love. Can you feel it?”

Kendra, swept away by the music and the ambiance, replied, “Yes. I can feel it.”

RRRIIINNGG 

The jarring sound wretched Kendra out of the wonderful cocoon she was in. She pulled out her phone and scowled at the screen.

Jason! Why did he have to call now?!

“Molly, I’m just going to take this call and then I’ll be right back.” Sighing in frustration, she walked out to the backyard, answering in an annoyed voice, “Yes?”

“Hey, d’ya wanna get something to eat?”

“I’m with Molly.’

“Come on. We haven’t gone out all week. I was thinking we could go look at some dresses for the dance this Saturday.”

“I… don’t… think I’m going to go to the dance.”

“What?! Why not?!” Obviously not the answer he was looking for.

“Molly’s mom asked me to watch her on Saturday night.”

Kendra bit her lip. It was a lie, but after what had been going on between them, a white lie. She was in no mood to go with Jason to the dance.

“You’re saying you would rather spend the night with that cripple instead of me?!”

“Yes!”

Suddenly infuriated, Kendra ended the call. She closed her eyes. How could he be so insensitive?! Yeah, there was no way she was going out with him. Maybe she could go to the dance with her friends… except they were all going with their boyfriends. Maybe she should do something with Molly instead. She didn’t know what Molly’s plans were, but she could ask Ms. Carrington when she got home.

Kendra stepped back inside. Molly had paused the movie and was looking over at her. “Who was that?”

“Oh… just my boyfriend,” Kendra replied dejectedly.

Molly’s face lit up. “Wow — you have a boyfriend?”

“Yeah,” Kendra replied nonchalantly, almost regretfully.

Molly whispered excitedly, “D’ya wanna know a secret?”

“Okay.”

“I sometimes pretend I have a boyfriend… and Saturday, he’s gonna come over here and take me to the school dance and we’re going… to…” A sad look came over Molly’s face as the sentence trailed off and she became silent.

After several seconds, her small voice spoke sadly, “I know it’s a stupid thing to believe in… because I can’t…”

Going back to the couch and sitting beside the girl, Kendra assured her, “It’s never stupid to have dreams.”

“That’s what Mom always tells me. I just wish… Kendra?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s it like? To have a boyfriend, I mean.”

“It’s nice,” she replied, quickly adding, “as long as he’s a good person.”

Molly was quiet for a few seconds, then asked, “Can we get pizza for dinner?”

“What kind?”

“Little Caesar’s with no sauce.”

“No sauce?”

“It tastes better without it.”

Kendra ordered the pizza, then they continued watching the movie.

At the end, as the Beast was turning back into a man, Molly sighed happily, “Now they’re gonna get married and be together forever.”

With the credits starting to roll, Molly reached for her wheelchair, while asking, “What d’ya wanna do now? We can play a game or go swimming or…” She scooted herself into her chair as Kendra stood by nervously, ready to catch her. “Or… you… could massage my hoo-hoo again.”

“Molly, no…”

“Why not?”

“Because that’s… only for grownups.”

“Why is it only for grownups?!” Molly challenged her.

Kendra grimaced, “Because… I was, um… touching your privates… and I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Well, they’re my privates and I want you to touch them.”

Kendra sighed in exasperation. She couldn’t believe this — but it wasn’t as if she wanted to take advantage of Molly. Quite the opposite.

Finally she said, “Tell you what. Let’s play some games, maybe go swimming, and then when I’m exercising your legs, I could, I guess… give you a massage.”

Molly seemed to accept that.

Later on in the evening, after her bath, Kendra was pulling Molly’s leg back and forth, exercising it as usual. When Kendra moved down to her feet, Molly spoke up, “What about my massage?”

Kendra frowned. She was hoping Molly might have forgotten about that. What would Ms. Carrington think of this? She’d been hired to help the child and keep her company, not to molest her. Still, if Molly really wanted it…

Praying this would stay a secret, Kendra slid her hand very slowly up the girl’s slender leg, on the inside of her thigh, until she was touching her soft, smooth vulva. For a second or two, Kendra felt torn about what she should do, but then her index finger began moving in a circle, feeling the tender skin. Just grazing the surface, her finger skimmed along each labia, pressing in every now and then, loving the softness.

With her lust starting to build, Kendra’s concerns about what Ms. Carrington would think soon faded away. She continued sliding her finger along the girl’s slit, slowly and gently at first, then a little faster and with more pressure as Molly began to moan and squirm. Kendra didn’t really mean to do that. It was simply a reaction to Molly’s response.

As her finger skimmed along the middle, it sank a little deeper each time, sliding between the puffy labia. Her mind awhirl as to what she was doing, everything around Kendra seemed to disappear until there was nothing but her and this beautiful eleven-year-old girl she was masturbating. It surprised Kendra how much she enjoyed doing this. In fact, she was enjoying it a little too much.

Was she a lesbian now? A pedophile? Kendra didn’t know. What she did know was that she definitely loved playing with Molly’s little pussy… and she loved how much Molly was enjoying it too.

Kendra felt something touching her crotch. Looking down, she discovered her own hand slowly rubbing herself through her shorts. As her left hand rubbed Molly, her right hand unbuttoned her own shorts and pulled the zipper down. With her fingers snaking down inside her panties, she was quickly becoming as breathless as Molly.

“Mmm, yeah,” she moaned softly as the weight of her unfettered shorts caused them to slide down her legs.

Then she heard it.

Kendra gasped, holding her breath as her head whipped around toward the sound of the front door closing. Oh geez!! Ms. Carrington was home!

“Molly!” she hissed. “Your mom’s home!”

She bent down, quickly jerking up her shorts and buttoning them as Molly pulled her nightgown down, covering herself. Kendra stood, frozen with fear, her heart pounding in her chest, wondering what she should do.

“Molly…?” Ms. Carrington poked her head in. “Are you still awake?”

“Mom, we watched ‘Beauty and the Beast’!” Molly blurted out. “And we ate pizza!”

“Did you? Well, it sounds like you had a good time. Okay, it’s late and you need your sleep. Kendra, do you want to take any of that pizza home with you?”

“No, thank you,” Kendra managed to get out.

“Okay, I’m going to change my clothes. Thanks for everything you’ve done.” Ms. Carrington left, walking to her bedroom.

“Whew,” Molly grinned, whispering, “that was close.”

“Yeah, too close,” Kendra agreed faintly, her pulse racing. She felt sick.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Molly,” she said quietly.

She let herself out and drove home. The drive gave her time to think. Almost being caught like that…

If Ms. Carrington had caught her, she couldn’t imagine what she would do. She could be arrested. Everyone at school would find out. Being branded a lesbian was nothing compared to being accused of molesting a blind disabled girl. And her parents… Kendra wiped her eyes. She would never be able to face them again. Her life would be over. Everything would be gone.

“I can’t do this anymore,” she told herself. If Molly asked for another massage, she would have to tell her no. The consequences were too great.

Continue on to Chapter 3

By Misty Meadow

I’m lying in bed all snug and toasty beneath a warm blanket, snuggled up with my lover Lian, my breasts pressing against her bare back. We’ve just made love, and she is dozing peacefully, but I’m still awake, sampling the flavour of her on my lips, basking in memories of us and how we first came to be intimate. Would it shock you to know that our first time together happened when we were just twelve? Instead of sleeping, I want to remember that lovely day and how it began — and share that story with you.

*****

I step out of the tub, pull my shower cap off and shake out my long hair. Looking at myself in the mirror, I see a perfectly ordinary twelve-year-old girl. People tell me I’m pretty, but I think they’re trying to be nice; I’m just average, a bit young looking, perhaps, ‘cos I haven’t had my first period yet, but my nipples are growing and I think I can detect slight swellings where my tits will develop, any day now.

Down below there was a little wisp of pubic hair, but as soon as it appeared, Mum got me to shave it off. She says pubic hair is ugly, and shaves her own every day — or, to be more accurate, allows me to shave her. She’s perfectly capable of doing that herself, but wants me to do it ‘cos it’s an excuse for me to touch her pussy, which she likes a lot.

Duh! Of course she likes it. Who wouldn’t like to have another girl touch their pussy? Far as I’m concerned, practically any girl can put her hand between my legs whenever she wants. I know I sound like a bit of a slut, but Mum’s brought me up to be unashamed of my body, to be proud to show it off and to enjoy the awesome sensations I get when girls fool around with me.

This year at school, we had a lecture about “inappropriate” touching, and I had to laugh. It was all total bullshit! The only inappropriate touching is when you don’t want it to happen; then it’s a no-no. Otherwise, what’s wrong with it? Making a girl you like feel good, or letting her make you feel good in return — why on earth would that be a bad thing?

Okay, I’ll admit that I wouldn’t want a boy putting his hand up my skirt, that would be gross. But having a girl’s hand on the inside of my thigh, sliding higher and higher until it reaches heaven between my legs… well, that’s awesome. To me it’s not merely appropriate, in some cases I’d do anything to make it happen.

The school I go to, Montford Grammar, will eventually offer me what they call Sex Ed, a short course in “human reproduction,” but not for another year. For me it’ll be not only useless, but taught far too late. My mum has taken care of my sex education. She started when I was little more than a toddler, answering all my questions and showing me that sex is much more than just reproduction, it’s the most fantastic thing that a girl can… well, I’m getting ahead of myself here.

I look in my underwear drawer, riffling through the big pile of knickers that Mum buys for me on a regular basis, ‘cos she loves to look at me in my undies. Pretty much every time we go into town to shop, she buys me sexy underwear. She likes see-through things, lacy boy shorts, thongs — even bought me a pair of crotchless panties one time, which I found highly amusing and quite thrilling to wear to school the next day. When I got home from school that afternoon, Mum wanted to know whom I’d flashed my treasure to, but I just gave her a smile, stayed silent and let her imagination fill in the blanks.

Mum appears in the doorway. I never lock or even close my bedroom door. She can barge in any time she likes. I don’t care, I’ve nothing to hide from her. I don’t even mind if she catches me fingering myself. Who do you think taught me to masturbate?

For as long as I can remember, Mum took her sweet time washing my vagina in the shower. She’d soap me all over and gently slide her middle finger up inside me.

“We have to get your treasure nice and clean,” she’d say. “Now do it to me, love. Get your hand nice and soapy, then see how many fingers you can get inside me.” I must’ve been about five or six and my hand was tiny, so I could fit the whole thing inside her hot, wet pussy. It was such fun — the best game I’d ever played!

One day, just before my eighth birthday, I was lying naked on my back on my bed after our shower and she was admiring my pussy, stroking it gently with her fingertips, telling me how pretty it was.

Suddenly, I had an idea. “Why don’t you kiss it?” I asked, surprised at my own boldness.

And she did. Oh, she kissed it, all right. She kissed and licked and sucked and probed inside me with her tongue and… well, you know what I’m talking about. To me, it was the most beautiful thing ever. Naturally, when Mum came up for air, I demanded that she let me do that to her. She wasn’t sure at first, but then lay back and spread her legs wide apart, letting me see every bit of her pussy. Grinning like a fool, I got down on my belly and began to kiss her there, then I started to lick. She went kind of crazy really fast, acting just the same way I did. I just kept going until she made me stop. My face was soaked!

After it was over she explained to me what an orgasm is, and how it felt so good that you had to make lots of noise and yell dirty words. She thanked me over and over and told me that one day soon, I’d be having orgasms of my own. I couldn’t wait!

Now, Mum steps into the room, dressed in a sheer camisole and tap pants to match. I can see her dark nipples and her shaved vagina through them. She isn’t even thirty years old and looks even younger. No doubt about it, I have the hottest mum of all the kids in my school. Small and slender like me, she doesn’t have an ounce of fat on her body. It’s no wonder she has lots of girlfriends, by which I mean lesbian lovers. Yes, my mother never made any secret of the fact that she isn’t into men. So how did I happen? I was adopted as a newborn baby. I’m glad it was Mum who selected me, too. I love her so much.

“I can’t decide which knickers to wear, Mum,” I tell her.

“Wear your invisible ones,” she suggests. See, we have this running joke where I pretend to put on a pair of invisible knickers, and she pretends to admire them.

“Sure.” I’m happy to be naked under my clothes; it’s even better than wearing sexy see-through undies. Best of all is to go completely nude, which is what I usually do around the house.

Mum smiles, giving me that special look that means she’s in the mood to play. “Come downstairs, Misty. There’s something I want you to see.”

I follow her down to the living room, where she seats herself on the couch. “Come sit on my lap.” Already getting excited, I straddle her thighs. “Now, take the laptop and lean back against me.”

“Okay.” I rest the laptop on my bare legs and open it, eager to see what Mum has found for us to watch.

“Click on the Pictures file,” she says. I can’t see her smile, but I hear it in her voice.

I gasp as I see her latest download. Two naked girls, both about my age, sit on the floor in front of a huge armchair. Their knees are raised and spread about as wide as they can go, putting their smooth vaginas on display to the camera. Their faces are filled with joy, and I can see how much they love having the chance to show off their private parts. Mum is peering over my shoulder. “Aren’t they adorable?”

Adorable wouldn’t be my first choice of words. Naughty doesn’t quite describe it, nor does sexy. Delicious might be the best. I’ll bet that describes how those sweet little pussies taste. It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen — like the pictures Mum takes of me when I’m naked or in my undies, but better, ‘cos I already know what I look like with no clothes on.

“Wow!” I breathe. “So pretty! Where’d you find this?”

“Oh, one of my lovers emailed it to me. She knows I’m into little girls. But I had to email her back and stop her from sending any more, because this is absolute child porn. After all, we don’t know who’s reading our email. I’ll try to get more of these the next time I see her.”

As I gaze at the screen, Mum’s hand sneaks round my waist, briefly brushes my nipples, then slides down between my legs, her fingers probing gently into my pink grotto. I lean back, feeling her breasts pressing against my shoulder blades, the nipples hard under the sheer silky material of her camisole.

“You’re wet,” she whispers. “In just a few seconds you’ve become soaking wet.” She brings those fingers to her lips and sucks on them. I twist around, slide one of Mum’s shoulder straps off to expose her breast, then bend down to take the tip of it into my mouth, sucking hard on her nipple and biting it gently now and then. She gasps. I bite harder, knowing that she likes the pain.

Her hand slips between my legs again. “Oh, my darling Misty,” she groans, “I love you so much! I can’t get enough of you… my good little lover.”

I lift my head, looking up at her. “What would you like to do to me, Mummy?” I’m using my little-girl voice, ‘cos I know how hot that makes her.

“I want to eat your cunt,” Mum says, crudely. I love it when she talks dirty!

Without a word I climb from her lap and stand up on the couch to face Mum, my feet on either side of her hips. I push my hips forward so that my vagina, my treasure, my cunt is about an inch away from her face. She presses her mouth into me and her tongue goes to work, quickly and expertly bringing me to a crashing orgasm.

Oh, yes, I have orgasms. I’ve been having them for years now. Mum’s not the only one who writhes and groans and yells dirty words.

*****

I’m standing outside the school gates, talking to my friend Becky. We used to touch each other you-know-where in a bathroom stall in the upstairs toilet. One day, though, she fell for another girl, so now we’re just friends.

“Look,” she says, “here comes Lian.”

I like to think of Lian as my little China doll. People who don’t know better think that Asians have yellow skin and slitted eyes, which is absolute nonsense.

Lian’s skin is just like mine would be if I had a light all-over tan, and her dark eyes are huge, surrounded by long lashes. Her nose is tiny and cute, her full lips are always smiling, and she has black hair that falls all the way down to her bum. Lian’s name in Chinese means, “graceful willow,” but calling her graceful doesn’t do her justice. I also like words like stunning, exquisite, or angelic, ‘cos to me she’s all those things. Her parents arrived in the UK just days before Hong Kong was taken over by the Chinese. Years later, they had a baby girl who is now eleven — and I’m crazy in love with her.

Lian joined the first form of our school in West London at the start of the autumn term. She’s one year behind me. The girls in her form teased her, calling her “Chink,” but I told her right away that they were all jealous of how beautiful she was, and we created an instant bond.

“I hear she has a crush on you,” Becky says.

“Who told you that?”

“It’s all over the school. Isn’t she gorgeous?”

“Hands off, Becky, she’s mine,” I scowl.

Becky grins at me. “Fuckin’ slut,” she says.

“Nothing wrong with sluts,” I call as Becky walks away. “I love sluts. Sluts are awesome!” I don’t think she hears me.

I turn around to catch Lian before she passes by. “Hey, Lian,” I call, waving to her.

Her eyes light up, and she comes over to where I’m standing. ‘Hi, Misty!”

“Say, wanna walk home with me?”

She looks puzzled. “You mean… to your house?”

“Sure. We can hang out together. My mum’s not home until later. I can help you with your homework.”

I don’t know why I said that — Lian’s one of the best students in the whole school! Still, it’s not as if I can tell her, Come over to my place! I’ll take your knickers off and lick your pussy.

Dumb as it is, my suggestion seems to work, because Lian nods and grins, taking out her cell phone. “I’ll just call my mum and tell her I’m gonna be late.”

I look Lian up and down while she rings her mother. She looks so adorable in her school uniform — those lovely thin legs growing out of her white ankle socks and under her tartan skirt, all the way up to paradise. Her body is still that of a little girl, with a chest even flatter than my own, and skin smooth as silk.

“It’s fine,” she says, putting her phone away. I hook my arm through hers, and we set off.

*****

“Oh, my God, you’re gorgeous!” Mum gushes when I introduce Lian. “Come inside, both of you, and I’ll fix you some ice cream.” Clearly, she thinks Lian is every bit as beautiful as I do. She fusses about the room, hardly able to take her eyes off my new friend.

“Hey, how would you like to sleep over, Lian?” I ask, going for broke.

“Oh, yes,” Mum jumps in. “That’s a wonderful idea. Call your parents and ask if it’s all right with them!”

Lian phones home and talks for a while, then hands the phone to Mum who reassures Lian’s mum that everything will be fine — homework will be done, bedtimes honoured and we’d both be dispatched off to school the next day at the proper time. “It’s all arranged,” Mum says, hanging up. “Why don’t you both go upstairs and hang out for awhile? I’ll call you when dinner’s ready.”

How about that, Mum forgot about the ice cream. No problem — I can’t wait to get Lian alone. She’s the only sweet treat I’m thinking about!

*****

Our homework’s done, dinner’s been eaten and now I’m seated in front of my dressing table, painting my toenails, dressed in nothing more than my old cotton nightie. Mum bought it for me back when I was much younger and shorter, and now it’s way too small for me and barely covers my bum. I’ve loaned Lian one of my T shirts to use as a nightie. She looks so nice in it, too, with just a pair of white knickers underneath. She’s looking at me — staring, in fact — her gaze focused on my treasure, my most private part, my vagina. See, my nightie is far too short to conceal it, and my lifted leg gives her a perfect view.

I concentrate on doing a perfect job of lacquering my toenails, letting her look at my muffin — which is what I used to call it when I was little, before Mum taught me the word cunt. Lately, though, I’ve come to really like saying “muffin,” again, so I use that more now.

Lian’s gaze is like a physical touch, and I can feel a warm tingle building up in my tummy. In a mood to be especially naughty, I swivel round in my chair to give her an even better view. I don’t want her to stop looking, so I pretend to botch the nail job, wipe the nail varnish off with a cotton ball and start over again.

Not that there’s anything special about my muffin. It’s just like that of any other twelve-year-old, a vertical slit without a trace of hair. Lots of other girls and some women have seen it before, but I don’t think there’s anyone who’s looked at it quite like Lian is at this moment. I look up, smile and try to make eye contact with her, but she can’t stop staring at my muffin. I finish my left toes, lower my leg and lift the other.

“Pass me the cotton balls,” I say, positioning my heel firmly on the edge of the chair. She hands me the package, and I slip four of them between my toes and start painting again. Her eyes stay locked on me until I finish. “There!” I say, extending my leg for her appraisal. “How does that look?”

“Perfect,” she says, still stealing glances at my treasure.

“I meant my toes, not my muffin,” I say, grinning. “You haven’t stopped looking at it since I started.”

Lian’s cheeks turn a bright pink. “I’m sorry, Misty,” she says. “I didn’t mean to…”

I quiet her with a shake of the head. “Oh, I don’t mind. I like having my muffin looked at. Hey, wanna see my tits?” I pull my nightie high up on my chest to expose my erect nipples. I’m proud of them, though the slight swelling of my breasts is a lot harder to notice. Lian’s eyes grow bigger and her face flushes even brighter. I don’t quite know why I’m so excited, but this is really fun, much more fun than the computer games we’ve been playing. My little China Doll seems to be hypnotized, unable to stop staring at my naked body. I lift both legs in the air, waving them about to dry the nail varnish, with my bum right on the edge of the chair. Now she can probably see my little brown rosebud, too. That’s fine with me — the more she sees, the better.

“Your turn now,” I say, lowering my legs.

“To paint my toenails?”

“Well, okay, sure — but I meant that it was your turn to take your knickers off so I can see your muffin. I showed you mine, so you have to show me yours, okay? It’s a rule.”

“Um, I guess,” she said, a bit nervously, then began to hoist her nightie.

“Wait!” I stopped her. “Let me do it for you.”

Her eyes, already large, get even bigger. “Really?”

I nod eagerly. “Yeah! Just lie back, put your hands behind your head, and I’ll take them off.”

Lian meekly does as I say, holding her head up with laced fingers — so she can watch, I reckon. I slide off my chair and kneel in front of her. The thought flickers through my mind that kneeling is the position used by worshipers, and at this moment, that’s utterly perfect. I’m about to worship another girl’s vagina, not my mum’s, but the cunt of a beautiful girl of my own age.

I hook my fingers into the waist of Lian’s knickers and slowly, slowly tug them down. She helpfully raises her hips for me — and it’s that little gesture of willingness and submission that makes my heart flutter. Her muffin comes into view, almost identical to my own. It’s even baby-smooth like mine, although I’m sure it’s not because Lian shaves. She hasn’t reached puberty yet, but I don’t care. I love her exactly the way she is, a stunningly beautiful little Chinese girl with a smile that melts my heart. Taking hold of her ankles, I remove her knickers, push her legs up to bend her knees, then place her feet on the edge of the bed. Now I can get as close as I like to Lian’s muffin! I lean in until my nose is about six inches from it. I breathe in, drawing in the lovely scent of her.

“Oh, Lian,” I sigh, “it’s adorable!”

“I… I’ve never let anyone look at me like this before.”

I give her a radiant smile. “Now we have no secrets from each other. We can hang out together without any clothes on at all and look at each other’s beautiful bodies as much as we want.” I decide to be totally honest with her. “I’m gonna let you into a secret… if you promise never to tell anyone.”

Lian looks at me intently. “I promise. What is it?”

“My mum looks at my muffin, too — and she lets me look at hers. Not only that, I get to shave her pubic hair off every week.”

“You actually touch her down there?” she gasps, surprised.

“Yes, she loves it, and I let her touch mine.”

Lian’s mouth is hanging open in astonishment. “That… that’s so naughty.”

“Very naughty. Mum and I do lots of naughty things. We always have — ever since I learned how to walk, I think. Nothing’s off limits when it comes to our bodies. We do whatever makes us happy. Now c’mon, Lian, lift your t-shirt and show me your tits.”

“I don’t have any yet,” she says, pulling it up.

“You have nipples. Everyone has nipples.” I study the pretty swollen buds, licking my lips. “Oh, they’re so cute! Just you wait, Lian — soon they’ll start to grow like mine.” My nightie is still hoisted up to my chest. I decide it’s only going to get in the way, so I pull it over my head and toss it aside. Now I’m utterly naked with my new best friend and she can look at me all she likes, the more the better.

“Okay, I’ll do your nails.” I load up her toes with cotton balls and start the paint job — applying it carefully, taking my sweet time. All the while, I can look right at Lian’s muffin as much as I like. I try to make the job last as long as possible, but all too soon I’m finished. “There, all done.” I lift her feet so she can see my handiwork, holding her legs high in the air to expose her sweet little bum hole, puckered as though offering a kiss. Then I let her legs go, sit down beside her and lie back. Rolling onto one hip, I drink in the sight of her young body.

“Lian,” I murmur tentatively, “I could really fall in love with you. You’re so beautiful… you take my breath away. This is a moment I’ll treasure forever, just the two of us alone, looking at each other with no clothes on. You know, when I was painting my nails, I was feeling all excited ‘cos of the way you were looking at my pussy.”

Sitting up, Lian runs her gaze up and down my bare body. “I think you’re lots more beautiful than me,” she says, frowning. “Your boobs are more like a woman’s than mine. Me, I’m still just like a boy.” She pulls her t-shirt over her head and drops it to the floor, shaking her long, black hair free.

I lift both arms up above my head and stretch my body like a cat waking up. Again, I can feel the warmth of her stare, making me tingle all over. “We sound like a couple of lesbians, huh?” I laugh. “Wonder if we’ll grow up to be gay.” (Actually, I’m not wondering any such thing. I know for a fact that I’m already just as queer as Mum.)

“I definitely wanna be gay,” Lian affirms, to my delight. “Boys suck. Girls are so much nicer.”

“And sexier. Can you imagine if a boy pulled his pants down and showed off his cock?”

Lian makes a face. “Ugh! Gross!”

My mind is racing, wicked thoughts swirling round my brain. I want to caress Lian’s gorgeous body all over. I wonder how she’d react if I actually touched her muffin. If she touched mine I’d be in heaven. By now, I’m sure we both want the same thing, but suppose we’re both afraid of being rejected. I have to break the ice somehow. Now, suddenly, I have an idea.

“Hey, let’s play lesbians!” Her face lights up, so I continue. “We can pretend to be gay and do gay stuff, just to be naughty. Sounds like fun, huh?”

“Oh, yes! But, um, what do lesbians do?” Lian eagerly asks.

“Well, first…” I murmur, moving closer, “they kiss.”

From the moment I first laid eyes on Lian walking shyly down the school corridor, I’ve wanted to kiss those sweet red lips, always bright as though she were wearing lipstick, though she never does.

I reach up and pull her down to me and our mouths come together. My heart skips a beat. I put my arms round her neck and hug her tightly. To my surprise, I feel Lian’s tongue probe between my lips, sending a special thrill through my body. She’s entering me in a totally intimate way and I welcome it. I open my lips wider and suck on her tongue. I can hear the hiss of breath through our noses as we continue to kiss. I extend my own tongue and she accepts it, drawing it into her mouth and caressing it with her own. Her body rolls onto mine and I part my legs to let her thigh slip between them. It rubs up against my muffin, sending electric shocks through me.

We come up for air and she lies back. I lift my head and look at her flushed, but radiant face. “That was awesome!” I breathe.

“I think I’m falling in love with you, Misty,” she whispers.

I can’t stop grinning. “Me too, Lian, ever since I first saw you. Just now, when I put my tongue into your mouth, d’you know what I was thinking?”

“No.”

“I was thinking it would be more exciting if I did that to your muffin.” There, I’ve said it, said what’s been occupying my thoughts all evening.

“Oh, my God! You mean, lick me down there? When you were painting your toenails, I was looking at yours and fantasising about kissing it, but I thought it was kinda like, weird, you know?”

“No, no! It’s not weird at all. In fact, it’s what lesbians do. Haven’t you seen pictures of girls having sex with other girls on the internet, then?”

Lian makes a face, then shrugs. “My computer has parental controls. I can’t surf for porn.”

“Really? Then later, we’ll look at mine. There’s oceans of stuff, full of lesbians doing all sorts of amazing things. Licking each other down there seems to be what they like best, though.” I reach out to touch her leg. “Can I look at yours again?”

I sit up next to Lian as she spreads her legs. Her mound is prominent, bigger than mine, bisected by her little-girl slit. It’s not a remarkable sight in itself, but the fact that she’s not just willing, but eager for me to look at it is what makes my pulse race. There she lies, flat on her back, legs spread wide for me, and best of all, a huge smile on her lovely face. I kneel between her feet, then fall forward onto my elbows. Once again, my face is just inches away from heaven. I can detect a faint but rich aroma, that same exciting fragrance that lingers on my fingertips after I pleasure myself late at night.

I gaze at Lian’s treasure, my excitement building. With one hand, I reach out, letting my fingertips caress her moist cleft — gently probing, searching for entry. My middle finger finds the way into her vagina, and she gasps.

I glance up at her. “Am I hurting you?”

“No, p-push it in all the way!” she hisses. “My fingers go all the way in — so can yours.”

I move deep into her, turn my hand palm up and curl my finger. She gasps again, and I know I’ve hit that spot, the one that feels so good when I do this to myself.

“Yes, yes!” she cries. “Oh, this is so good!”

I push my finger in and out a dozen or so times, fucking her nice and steady — then withdraw it, slip the wet finger into my mouth to suck.

Lian props herself up on both elbows, her mouth set in a pout. “Why’d you stop!?”

I just smile. “Cos this is what I’ve been wanting to do.” I move in, pressing my lips firmly against her and pushing my tongue inside. Her hips lift up to meet me, and I can feel her fingernails digging into my scalp. I thrust my tongue in and out until it begins to ache, then I drag it up through her slit until the tip reaches that sweet spot, that little nub that can give a girl so much pleasure.

Lian moans. I have to breathe through my nose while I lick her, and each time I inhale, the sharp scent of her sex only adds to my excitement. She opens her legs further, as if inviting me to lick even deeper. As I go down on my new lover, I reach up to caress her flat chest. My fingers find her nipples, then gently squeeze and pinch them. Small as they are, Lian’s nipples are surprisingly stiff.

My tongue flicks and teases her tiny clit and she croaks, “Misty, oh Misty, I love you so much!” her voice hoarse with lust.

I lift my head and gaze at her — moved by the sight of those enormous eyes, now filled with happy tears. “I love you too, Lian,” I say, heart swelling in my chest. I give her muffin a soft, lingering kiss, then ask, “Would you like to lick mine?”

“Oh, yes, yes!” she says, quickly sitting up.

I climb onto the bed and lie back, my legs spread for her. My tummy quivers with excitement as Lian’s face, wearing an expression of adoration, draws nearer and nearer to my muffin. When her lips meet my cunt, a wave of pure lust washes through my body. I stroke her hair, then curl my fingers into those jet black tresses, holding her face against my treasure. I can hear Lian breathing hard through her nose as she licks me. Just as I did to her, she reaches up to caress my chest and finger my nipples — which, by now, are so hard they ache.

“Oh, Lian, you’re driving me crazy! Nothing’s ever f-felt so good! Don’t stop. Oh my sweet Jesus, I’m so in love with you. I’m on fire!” Okay, I’m not really in flames, but it sure feels like it. The blaze starts down where her tongue is bringing me to heights of ecstasy, spreading through my tummy and suddenly exploding through every atom of my body. My fingers grip her hair and my toes curl. For long seconds, the world disappears, leaving me in heaven, awash in love and lust.

Finally, I slowly come down to earth, panting for breath. “I came! You made me come, Lian! It was unbelievable!”

She lifts her head and stares at me, her flushed face wet, eyes alight. “What did it feel like?”

“I… bloody hell, there aren’t any words to describe it. I want you to experience it for yourself.”

I drag Lian up over my body by her elbows, give her a brief but very heated kiss, then roll her off me and onto her back. She lies before me, legs spread, her feet on the floor — and in less than a heartbeat I’m kneeling between my China doll’s thighs, gazing at what is now the centre of my universe.

She’s so aroused that I don’t think this will take very long… but I’ll lick her for as long as I need to! Lian shivers with delight as my lips touch hers, and something about that sets me off, so suddenly I’m going wild on her pussy, doing everything I know how to drive my lover crazy. Her little-girl body writhes and twists, hips thrusting up to meet me as my tongue goes to work. I use all the oral techniques that Mum has taught me, everything I know about how to please a girl with my mouth. I guess I learned those lessons well because, in less than a minute, Lian lets out a loud cry, clamps her thighs round my head and gasps for air, shaking hard for at least a minute, then going limp like a puppet whose strings just got cut.

I’ve made her come! I lift my head and look up at Lian’s beautiful Asian face, gazing into those big eyes, just loving, loving, loving her.

There’s a knock at the door. Mum’s voice calls, “Is everything okay in there?”

I get to my feet and open the door. I hear Lian give a squeak of alarm, and from the corner of my eye I see her roll onto her tummy and hide her head under a pillow.

Mom glances into the room. “I heard someone yell.” Her expression is serious, but I can read the delight in her eyes.

“Come in, Mum, everything’s fine. We just got carried away, that’s all.” She’s wearing a short robe, loosely belted. That’s all she’s wearing, I bet!

“Well, what’ve we got here?” Mum says, “I can see the sweet bum of a little Chinese girl. It looks almost as delicious as my own daughter’s bum, and that’s the sexiest one in the world.” She turns to me. “Will we be seeing any more of her, then?”

“It’s okay, Lian,” I say, “you don’t have to hide. I told you, Mum and I, we hang out naked all the time, so there’s no reason to be embarrassed.”

Lian lifts the pillow from her head and looks at Mum, unsure of what to say. “Uh…”

“If it’ll make you feel any better, I can get naked too,” Mum says. “Misty and I are proud of our bodies, aren’t we, love?”

“Proud and willing to show them off,” I reply, backing Mum up.

As Lian slowly rolls onto her back, I reach out to give the belt of Mum’s robe a sharp tug. It falls open to reveal her small, firm tits and her shaved muffin. She shrugs it off, puts her hands on her bum and pushes her hips forward. “See?” Mum says, “you can look all you like. The more you look, the more excited I get.”

“And I get excited, too,” I say, “just from looking at her. Isn’t she gorgeous? I have the sexiest mum in the whole world!”

Lian lies there, face still flushed from her orgasm, letting Mum gaze down at her.

“Look, Misty, her pussy’s just like yours was a year ago!” She sits down on the bed next to my China doll. “I just love little girls’ pussies, especially when they show them off to me like you are, Lian. To me, you’re just like my daughter, always eager to show off your nakedness, knowing how excited your audience will be. I’m utterly thrilled. I could fall head over heels in love with you.”

Lian smiles, her embarrassment quickly evaporating as Mum’s words reassure her. “Misty licked me,” she smugly announces. “She made me come. It was my first orgasm!”

Mum coos with delight. “Oh, Misty, I’m so proud of you.”

And I’m just as proud of my naked mother as she shows herself off, the sexiest mum in the world! I’m also filled with gratitude for the way she’s raised me, to delight in my own body and to love girls every bit as much as she does.

Not for the first time, I wonder how I can repay her. At that same instant, I remember that it’s her birthday tomorrow, and get an idea. A wonderful, loving, very naughty idea!

“Mum,” I say, suddenly serious. “I want to give you your birthday present a day early.” She frowns at me, slightly irked that I’ve changed the subject, interrupted the flow of her little chat about sex. “I want Lian to sleep in your bed tonight. I’m giving her to you. Is that okay, Lian?”

The little girl’s eyes are wide in amazement as she takes in what I’m saying… then she slowly nods. “Um, yes.” She grins. “Yes, that sounds lovely!”

There’s a short pause, then Mum leans in, takes Lian’s lovely face between her hands and kisses her, a long, lingering, passionate kiss. She comes up for air, leaving Lian gasping.

“Why don’t you both sleep with me?” Mum suggests. “It’s a nice big bed, plenty of room for three.” Lian’s smile gets even bigger, and I know that she’s going to go along with it. “Misty,” Mum turns to me, “this is the most perfect birthday present I’ve ever been given. Thank you so much, my darling.”

She stands and offers a hand to Lian, helping her up and onto her feet. They exit my bedroom and I follow them into Mum’s room, pausing to close the door behind me.

The End