Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Purple Les

Mom always wakes me on Saturdays to see if I want to go to the farmers’ market with her. On Sunday, she lets me sleep in if I want. But today was Saturday. Most often I go, but if I want to sleep in she’ll let me. This morning when she woke me I was just having a dream. What woke me was Mom shaking my butt through the heavy blanket on my bed.

I was laying on my tummy and I was having a sex dream. Mom shaking my butt made me come in my dream, and I came for real too.

I woke up and it took me a moment to know I’d been dreaming, and that Mom’s face near me now in the dim light of my bedroom was real.

“Katy, did you just have a sex dream?” Mom asked in a soft whisper. She was kneeling on the floor by the head of my bed.

“Um, yeah. I guess I did. How did you know?” I replied very sleepily, still trying to figure out what happened.

My hand was under me inside my pajama bottoms. I guess I’d been humping the palm of my hand. My middle finger was inside my pussy. I turned over on my side and yawned. I felt good, you know that good relaxed “nothing matters” feeling you get right after a come.

“Well, angel, you were moving around and you had the most beautiful look on your face. The look you get when you come. I guess when I shook your behind to wake you, it maybe set you off. Sorry I woke you out of the dream. I didn’t think about it till it was too late, I guess.”

Mom kissed my forehead, and asked, “Do you want to get up and go to the market with me?”

I was still trying to wake up. I yawned again, and said, “I don’t know.” I turned over onto my back.

Mom kissed me on the lips softly. She pulled the covers back and saw my hand under my pajama bottoms. Mom undid the two snaps on my pajama bottoms and opened them up.

She looked at my hand, and my finger in my pussy, and said, “Well, I guess my angel had a nice dream.” Then she put her hand on mine and slowly pulled my finger out of my pussy. After she’d pulled my finger out she looked at it, like she would look at a fruit or vegetable, trying to decide how ripe it was. Mom smiled and took my middle finger into her mouth and sucked on it.

“That tastes so good, angel,” Mom said after she took my finger out of her mouth.

“What’s it taste like, Mom?” I asked her, still in a sleepy haze.

“Like sweet little girl come, like come from an angel,” Mom answered before she kissed me again. This time she kissed me longer and she sucked my tongue into her mouth. She broke the kiss as we started breathing hard.

As she looked at me she said, “Katy, do you remember any of your dream?”

I did remember it mostly, though sort of the way shadows fade at dusk. I nodded and said, “Yeah, I kinda remember most of it.”

Mom pulled my pajama bottoms down and off and tossed them aside. She unbuttoned my pajama top and opened it up, but didn’t take it off me.

“Katy, I want you to tell me as much of it as you can recall. While you do that, I’m going to lick your pussy and see if we can’t get that second come out of you. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, that’s cool.” No sooner had I said that than Mom started kissing and licking my pussy.

“Golly, that feels so good, Mom.”

As Mom was eating me, I tried my best to remember what I had just dreamed.

“Well, it’s weird,” I began to tell her. “I was in school. We were in assembly. The school principal and Officer Sanchez were talking about things kids should never do. So they showed a movie of kids doing stuff they should never do. In the movie, all these kids around my age were sexting on their cell phones. And they were having sex online.”

“Do you remember how it looked in your dream?” Mom asked me as she took her mouth off my pussy long enough to take off her robe. Now she was nude, and as she put her mouth back on my pussy, she started to play with her own pussy.

“Well, in the movie, the kids were boys and girls, and real cute, and the grownup voice would say, ‘Never do this,’ and then they would show kids getting naked and taking pictures of each other and sending them to other kids. Then the voice said, ‘And never join a Watch-Me-Come club.’ Then they showed all these kids online, naked and masturbating for each other to watch.”

“Then I was back in class. Except it wasn’t my real class. It was just all girls, and Mary and Siobhan were in my class. So were cousin Sammie and Penny too. And a lot of girls I didn’t know. Mrs Collins called me to the front of the class. She was bare naked. Except there was always something in front of her and, as hard as I tried, I couldn’t see the good stuff, but I knew she was naked. I looked back at the class and all the girls were naked too.

“Mrs Collins told me to not be so shy. She undressed me in front of the whole class.”

I could hear Mom playing with her wet pussy. She lifted her head a moment and said, “Yes, Katy! Tell me all you can.”

I moaned a little as Mom went back down on me.

“Well, Mrs Collins made me stand naked on her desk. All the girls came by and touched my pussy. Then the girl with the hijab came by with her big sister. They were naked too, except they both had their hijabs on. The girl Mary had helped said, ‘We have a special treat for you.’”

Mom was doing a good job on me. I was close to having a super come, but that was okay since what happened in the dream was almost over also.

“After she said that, Mrs Collins had me get on my hands and knees on her desk. I had to stick my butt way up. All the girls, and Mrs Collins, were looking at my pussy and asshole. They were all saying they liked my ass. Then the girl with the hijab said, ‘Here is your treat.’ She brought in Ronnie Cuthbert. Old ‘Tater Tits’ was wearing a vest, cowboys boots, and leather chaps and nothing else. Mrs Collins said, ‘Your treat, and Ronnie’s punishment, is that she will now lick that tight sweet asshole of yours.’ All the girls were cheering and Ronnie put her face near my ass. I could feel her hands on my ass cheeks… that’s where I came in my dream and woke up, Mom.”

I reached back and hung on to my pillow for dear life. Mom was grunting between licks on my pussy. I could see her pussy squirting stuff all over her hand. I tried to wiggle away from Mom’s mouth but couldn’t.

“Mom! Oh, golly! Oh, golly! Don’t! Please stop!”

Mom looked up at me.

I put my hands on her head, pushed her face back toward my pussy and yelled, “Mom! Please, don’t stop!”

A moment later, I’d come in and on my Mom’s mouth and face.

Mom was grunting. Her mouth was still by my pussy. I looked and saw her robe was all wet from where she’d been kneeling over it. Mom kissed my thighs, and then up my body till we were French-kissing again. Then she rested her head on my chest for minute.

She pulled the covers up on me and said, “I have to shower and dress. You can decide if you want to go with me to the market.”

After I heard the shower stop, I got out of bed. Poor Ingrid, the sock monkey, had been tossed to the foot of the bed. I hugged her, and tucked her into my bed. I threw on my play clothes and went to the bathroom to pee and wash up.

When I came out, Mom was dressed and ready to go. She asked if I’d made up my mind.

“Yeah, Mom, I want to go. Can I have my allowance please? I want to stop at the comic book store.”

“I’m sorry,” Mom said, between sips of coffee, “grounded girls don’t get an allowance.”

“Mom! All the new comics come out today. This is the issue where Spiderman fights the Human Torch before they save the rest of the Fantastic Four.”

“Sorry, you’ll have to use your savings or Christmas money.”

“I don’t have any left! Mom, even if I don’t get my other comics, I got to have the new Spiderman. I got to!”

“Sorry, sugar. Are you going to sulk here at home? Or can I buy you breakfast at the diner?”

I figured I could at least get a big breakfast, so I went with Mom to the market. I didn’t feel much like eating when we left, but when we sat down in the diner and the waitress came over I was starving. I ordered my breakfast. The waitress smiled at Mom and said, “Is she really going to eat all that, Carol?”

Mom sighed and said, “Yes, she will. I don’t know where she puts it.”

The waitress sighed and said, “I wish I could eat like that and stay thin.”

“Yeah, don’t we all,” Mom said as the waitress left.

I ate my waffle with lots of maple syrup, chocolate chip pancakes, scrambled eggs and hash browns, while Mom had her bagel and more coffee. The waitress came by and said, “Anything else, ladies?”

“I’m all set, thanks,” said Mom. “Katy?”

“May I please have a vanilla malted milkshake?”

Mom sighed and said, “Really?”

“Yes, please.”

The waitress smiled at Mom and put my order in. When she came back, Mom paid her and said to me, “When you finish that, catch up with me at the market. I have to start shopping.”

I finished my shake. It took me a little while to find Mom in the crowd. When I found her I gave her a big hug and thanked her for breakfast. She did a lot of shopping, and would hand bags of vegetables and fruit to me. By the time she was done I thought my arms would fall off from all the groceries I had to carry back to the pickup truck.

The old truck made funny noises and didn’t start. Mom patted the dashboard gently and said, “Come on, sweetie, just once more, you can do it.”

The truck made less funny noises and still didn’t start.

Mom pumped the gas pedal twice and said, “Okay, baby, here we go.”

The pickup almost started, then died.

Mom pounded her fist on the steering wheel, and swore. She swore a long time. In between swear words she told the truck how she was going to drive it into the river, or scrap it for junk. Then Mom turned the key and the pickup motor roared to life.

She smiled at me and we drove off.

Mom stopped at the library and had me wait in the truck so she could keep the motor running. She came back very fast and handed me three books and said, “Sorry about your comics, here’s some stuff for you to read.”

I groaned. They were thick books and only one of them had any pictures. The one with photographs in it was called The Life of Mahatma Gandhi. The other book was about Martin Luther King, and the third book was about Susan B. Anthony. They were all as big as a phone book.

I frowned at Mom then looked out the window and said, “Gee, thanks a million.”

When I looked at Mom again she seemed very happy.

Mom stopped the pickup in our driveway. When she turned the key off, the truck kept running.

She swore again, “Stop, you damn piece of shit! Damn thing won’t start, then won’t stop. Stop, damn it!”

Then the pickup gave a big shudder and went dead quiet. It was quiet as we took out the groceries. I could hear the soft pings of the pickup engine as the motor cooled off. I heard the birds chirping in the back yard as they fought over the birdseed in the feeder.

After we’d put the food away, and I’d done my chores, I was bored. I wondered how cowboys could stand not having TV or the internet. I guess if I’d had a horse I wouldn’t care about that stuff either. So, I ended up looking at the pictures in the Gandhi book. They were cool, and I started to read the book.

I lost track of time. Mom took the book from me and marked my place and said, “You’ve had those clothes on all week. Go take a shower, and put those clothes in the hamper.”

Mom patted my butt as I headed toward the bathroom. I pooped a big poop, and took a long hot shower. I even washed my hair.

I came out naked, and Mom dried my hair. I didn’t want to go to my room to dress. So I put on my bunny slippers that were downstairs, and Mom put one of her warm flannel shirts on me. It was like a dress on me. She had to roll the sleeves way up so my hands would be free.

Aunt Billie showed up not long after. While Mom made dinner, Aunt Billie sat on the couch with me while I told her all about everything that had happened the last couple days. She asked me what I had on under the shirt.

I said, “That’s for me to know, and you to find out.”

“Okay,” Aunt Billie said, “that sounds like fun. Stand up.”

I did and she put her hand on my ankle where the shirt ended and moved her left hand up the inside of my right leg and moved it slowly up my leg. She didn’t stop till she got to my pussy. Then she felt around till her hand was squeezing my bare butt cheek. She smiled and said, “Well, I think you have nothing on underneath that shirt. Do you?”

I smiled back and said, “You’re right. Without the shirt I’d be naked. Would you like that? I mean, me being naked?”

Aunt Billie kissed me on the mouth and said, “I’d like that a lot.”

Mom called us to come in for dinner, and Aunt Billie said, “We’ll continue this after we eat,” and then she winked at me and smiled.

Continue on to Chapter 21

By Amanda Lynn

Stephanie had come for the third time when she finally closed the laptop.

She stared at the ceiling, waiting for her heart rate to slow. The tendrils of the ecstasy she had felt moments before clung to her nerves for a few more fleeting seconds before fading away and leaving only a sweet memory behind. Reluctantly she crawled off the bed and headed for the shower.

After twenty minutes in the hot, steamy shower, Stephanie got out and dried herself off. She walked back to her bedroom and pulled open a dresser drawer, wondering what to wear. She was home alone. Piper was at her sister’s for the weekend and she wasn’t expecting any visitors. Stephanie contemplated staying naked for the rest of the day, but decided against it for no logical reason.

Rummaging through her dresser, she pulled out a pair of blue and white striped boxers and slipped them on. In the bottom drawer, peeking out from beneath a couple of sweatshirts, she spied the pink baby tee that she hadn’t put on since college. It had sat in one drawer or another for the last ten years, unworn since she became pregnant, but Stephanie loved it so much she couldn’t bring herself to throw it out.

Just for the hell of it, Stephanie took the tee out of the drawer and walked over to the full-length mirror that was affixed to the wall by her closet. She slipped the little tee on and looked at herself in the mirror. A broad smile crossed her face seeing that after all these years it still fit. Her belly may not be as flat and toned as it had been in college, but she didn’t let that bother her.

When she bought it, the tee shirt had the word Naughty emblazoned on it in glittering silver letters. Stephanie had loved wearing it along with a pair of faded ‘Daisy Dukes’ when she cruised the bars during her college days, hoping to lure the pretty girls to her table. The steamy, if not slutty, combination usually did the trick. Of course, it often attracted the boys too, who always went away either pissed off or broken-hearted.

When Piper was born, her sister Neve, with her warped sense of humor, had taken the tee without her knowledge and had another word stenciled on it. So now, Stephanie looked in the mirror at her beloved pink tee shirt with Naughty Mommy printed across her chest. She snorted, thinking how appropriate that label was right now.

Admiring herself in the mirror, she placed her hands on her hips, turned left and then right.

“You are one sexy bitch,” she said, jokingly, to the image of herself.

Slowly, she brought her hands over her belly, up to her chest, then slipping them under the tee and cupping her naked boobs. Stephanie pushed the tee up off her breasts and tweaked her nipples. She watched herself in the mirror as each nipple stiffened in response and a pleasant warmth washed over her.

“How in hell can you still be horny?” she asked her reflection.

The reflection didn’t respond but instead grinned back at Stephanie. She watched her mirror image move a hand from her breast, back down her belly, and into her boxers. Small waves of pleasure washed over her as she gently caressed the tender, swollen flesh of her sex.

Moaning softly, Stephanie watched herself masturbate in the mirror. She could see her skin flush. Her hips twitched against her fingers. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of something on the floor by the door. Turning her attention to it, Stephanie recognized the crumpled nightie that her daughter had tossed aside when she had climbed into bed with her that morning.

“Piper,” Stephanie whispered longingly.

She was answered by a short, but a very intense blast of pleasure that radiated out from her core. Gasping sharply at the suddenness of it, Stephanie stumbled backward until her wobbly legs hit the edge of the bed. Off balance, she fell back onto the mattress.

For the third time that day, Stephanie lay on the bed staring at the ceiling. As she recovered from her quick but delightful orgasm, she thought about Piper and wondered what she and Brooke were up to at her sister’s place. Her thoughts drifted to what had happened that morning in this very bed. Stephanie let go a loud sigh, wondering what she was going to do about these taboo feelings she was having. She had already had a little taste and now she wanted more.

Standing and fixing her clothes, Stephanie first tended to the laundry she’d started earlier, then made herself some lunch. The sex, combined with the late hour, had left her hungry. Stephanie fixed herself a chicken sandwich and a cup of coffee then sat on the sofa. Picking up a remote she turned on the stereo.

Stephanie relaxed on the couch, enjoying her sandwich and letting the music carry her away. Her mind drifted back to the conversation she’d had with Gary and Carrie the night before. She would really like to own the diner. But she didn’t see how it would be possible. Would the bank even consider giving her a loan? She had some money set aside for a rainy day, but she doubted it would be enough for a down payment. She knew that handling the day-to-day operations wouldn’t be an issue, as she had many years of experience at it, but she knew nothing about the financial or logistical aspects of running a business. Maybe her sister could help her with that. After all, that’s what she did for a living and was quite successful at it.

After a dozen of her favorite songs had played, the buzzer on the dryer sounded. Stephanie grunted, not wanting to move. She waited until the dryer buzzed for a second time. Reluctantly she stood, placing her dirty dishes in the kitchen sink first, then heading to the laundry room.

With the clothes sorted, she took the piles of folded laundry to the appropriate bedrooms to put them away. In Piper’s room, Stephanie put the girl’s clothes in her dresser and made her bed. Tossing the pillow back into place reminded her of finding the cell phone with its naughty video. She paused for a moment, then glanced over at her daughter’s computer.

I wonder, she thought to herself.

Out of curiosity Stephanie went to the desk, sat in front of Piper’s computer, and turned it on. Once it had fully booted she navigated her way to the file explorer. Piper had very little on her computer, a couple of games, Microsoft Office, and video chat software.

Stephanie opened a folder labeled chat logs. Inside were several more folders each marked with a date. She clicked on the first folder in the list and opened it. Inside was a single video file. Stephanie clicked on the file, and the media player launched, playing a split-screen video. The top half of the screen displayed an image of Piper sitting in the chair that Stephanie now occupied. The bottom half of the screen showed her niece Brooke seated in a similar chair in her own bedroom.

Turning on the speakers, Stephanie listened to the girls’ conversation for a little while. It was typical girl talk, nothing of any particular interest. She used the mouse to grab the scroll bar at the bottom of the video and advance to a much later point. The image was still the same and conversation not much different.

Stephanie closed the video and backed out to the list of folders again. She selected a folder further down the list, opened it, and launched the video inside. Again, the media player sprang to life and the screen filled with the images of her daughter and niece. The sounds of girl talk came from the speakers once again. Holding the mouse on the scroll bar, she advanced the video to about the halfway point and let go of the mouse button.

She gasped as the video continued to play. Instead of seeing the smiling, laughing faces of Piper and Brooke on the computer monitor, the screen displayed a close-up view of two glistening pre-teen pussies, wet from their own juices, being furiously rubbed by their owners’ fingers.

From the speakers came the erotic moans and groans of the two girls wildly masturbating.

“Fuck, Pipes! I’m gonna come!” She recognized the voice of her niece.

“Me too… so close!” Stephanie’s daughter replied between rapid breaths.

Staring at the screen, she was unable to move, her eyes darting from one girl to the other, watching their bodies twitch and convulse as each reached their climax. Stephanie was fascinated and immensely turned on as she watched the muscles of anuses and vaginas contract and relax as the orgasms washed over them. After a few moments, the girls on the screen adjusted their positions in their chairs and sat facing the camera, their bodies naked and faces flushed, their breath slowly beginning to calm.

“That was great,” Brooke said with a contented smile.

“Yeah,” Piper answered, smiling wide as well. “I’m so glad you showed me how to come.”

Stephanie stopped the video and dragged the scroll bar back to a point where the girls were still dressed. She let it play, listening for the part of the conversation that led to the girls stripping and masturbating together. It was a single question that triggered it. Brooke had merely asked Piper if she wanted to ‘get off’ together now. Piper had just nodded and the two stripped, positioned themselves, and began to play.

Closing the video, Stephanie sat back in the chair. Holy fuck! How long has this been going on?

She was immediately concerned about who else Piper might be having cybersex with. It wouldn’t bother her so much if it were just Brooke. After all, they were good friends, and of course, she trusted her niece. Her hot and sexy little niece. Whoa! Where did that come from?

She ran her fingers through her hair. She is sexy, though, somewhere between a little girl like Piper and a quickly developing adolescent like Amber.

She wondered why she had never thought of her niece like that before. But then again, she had never thought about Piper that way until she saw her masturbating to orgasm yesterday. Stephanie shook the thought from her head, for now.

With the mouse in hand, she spent the next half hour searching through the rest of the chat videos for any that weren’t with Brooke. Happily, she didn’t find any. When she found the oldest video that featured masturbation, she took the time to listen to it.

From the girls’ conversation, Stephanie learned about the kissing game on the night of Piper’s tenth birthday, Brooke’s not so subtle masturbation session in Piper’s bed that same night, and of Piper questioning Brooke on what she would soon learn was the orgasm Brooke had experienced at the end of it.

She was glued to the screen, as Piper had been that night, while Brooke explained and then demonstrated what it meant to ‘come’ and how to achieve that. Stephanie could feel herself becoming wet again as she watched Piper peel off her nightie and panties, sit back in her chair and follow Brooke’s instructions. It didn’t take long before Piper was raked by what was her very first orgasm. Brooke’s climax soon followed. Once they recovered, the girls chatted a bit longer about what had happened and then said good night.

“That was so damn hot!” Stephanie said aloud as her hand made its way inside her boxers. She was soaking wet. Amber, Piper, and now Brooke! What have I become? she thought, as a long moan escaped her lips from the gentle touch of a finger on her excited clit.

Stephanie pulled her hand from her shorts and moved the mouse to play another video of her daughter and niece masturbating.

Before she could click play, the doorbell rang. “Damn it!” she muttered. Getting up, she turned off the monitor, adjusted her clothes and ran fingers through her hair before heading to the door. She peeked through the peephole to find Amber patiently waiting on the other side.

Stephanie’s stomach lurched and her heart rate quickened. “Holy crap!” she whispered. She hesitated. In her heightened state of arousal, she wasn’t sure if she could trust herself around the girl. But then she took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Hi, Steph,” the teen greeted her with a broad smile and bright eyes. In her hands, she held a textbook.

“Hey, sweetie. Come in.”

Amber stepped in and Stephanie closed the door. “I just stopped by to ask Piper if this was her library book. I didn’t recognize it, so I’m pretty sure it’s not mine.” She held the hardcover book up in front of her.

“Oh, thank you. I’ll see that she gets it,” Stephanie said taking the book. She placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder, caressing it. “Piper is at a sleepover at Brooke’s house this weekend.”

“Oh, I see.” Amber sounded a bit disappointed.

“You’re welcome to stay and hang out with me for a while, if you like,” Stephanie offered, placing the book on a small table near the entryway. A nervous shiver ran through her, hoping the teen would agree.

The girl’s smile seemed to get brighter. “Are you sure you don’t mind? Nobody’s home at my place, and I can’t get hold of any of my friends.”

“Not at all, sweetie. I’m all alone too, and I’d love to have your company,” she said, as she admired Amber’s sexy body. She was dressed in a pair of blue shorts and a white tank top that hung loosely on her shoulders.

Amber kicked off her sneakers and Stephanie guided her into the living room with a gentle hand on her back. The butterflies in her stomach were dancing around, and Stephanie was feeling nervous and anxious as if she was on a first date with someone. She needed a drink.

When Amber plopped down on the sofa, Stephanie remained standing. She caught Amber’s eyes traveling the length of her body, an approving smile on her face. Stephanie felt a chill of excitement run through her and the heat rise in her face. Remembering the sexy outfit she was wearing, she hoped that the message written on the tee shirt might be giving Amber the right idea.

“I’m going to get myself a glass of wine. Would you like one?” Stephanie asked with a wicked grin.

Amber looked up at her, blushing slightly. “Steph, I’m only 14.”

“I won’t tell if you don’t,” the woman teased, walking to the kitchen.

“I’ll just have a Coke, please,” Amber giggled.

Stephanie poured some wine into a glass, downed all of it, then filled the glass again. Grabbing a Coke from the fridge, she headed back into the living room and sat down beside Amber, their legs touching. She handed her the can of Coke, and they began to chat.

For the next thirty minutes or so their conversation was casual and lighthearted. Stephanie watched the girl as they talked, admiring the features of her young face. Her thin lips curled up as she smiled, revealing bright white teeth. Her blue eyes sparkled with her laughter.

Stephanie had rested her hand on the bare skin of Amber’s knee, gently stroking her leg from time to time. Now she felt her belly churning with nervous excitement. Her skin is so soft and warm, she thought. God help me, I want her so bad.

When their conversation turned to boys and dating, Amber fell silent. Stephanie saw the girl’s expression change as her brow furrowed and her smile faded.

Amber sighed and stared down at the hand on her knee. “Steph, can I ask you something?” she finally said in a small voice, looking up to meet Stephanie’s eyes.

“Of course, sweetie. You can always talk to me.” Stephanie could tell that something was weighing on the young girl.

“You’re gay, right?” Amber asked.

Stephanie raised an eyebrow and chuckled. “Uh, yeah. You know that already.”

“I know, sorry.” Her face reddened. “But I mean, um, like, how long have you known?”

“That I prefer girls?”

Amber nodded and squirmed in her seat. Stephanie wondered if Amber was about to come out to her. She took a deep breath and slowly released it as she formulated her answer.

“Well, I guess if I had known what gay meant at the time, I would say since I was eight.”

Amber’s eyes widened, and her jaw dropped. “Eight years old! Really?”

Stephanie smiled, “Mind you, it was only a friend and me. We explored our own bodies and sometimes each other… but it was still awesome. It wasn’t until I was ten that I first had sex with a girl.” She used air quotes to emphasize the word ‘sex’.

“Who was she? Um, I mean…” Amber’s voice trailed off, and her face reddened again as she looked down at the floor.

“Can you keep a secret?” Stephanie whispered. Amber looked back up and nodded.

Stephanie glanced around as if looking for an eavesdropper. Leaning into Amber’s ear, she whispered, “My sister.”

“Your sis… Brooke’s mom?!” Amber said with a surprised expression.

“We were kids,” Stephanie shrugged she continued to caress Amber’s leg. She didn’t elaborate on the years of beautiful incestuous sex she had enjoyed with her older sister or their eventual falling out. “Just experimented together, actually.”

She paused a moment and smiled at Amber’s intent gaze. Stephanie couldn’t believe she had just admitted such a taboo secret. But it actually felt good to tell someone, and Amber didn’t seem to be repulsed by her confession.

“Anyway,” Stephanie continued, “after that, I began to realize that all the masturbation fantasies I had inevitably featured girls, mostly from school, and a few actresses too. Even if I tried to think of boys, my thoughts would go back to girls. It wasn’t until shortly after puberty hit that I had my first serious girl crush. It was an older woman. I think I was thirteen.”

Stephanie paused to sip her wine. When she put her hand back on Amber’s leg, she let it slide a little higher up her thigh.

“Did you two… you know?” Amber asked in a husky voice.

“I wish,” Stephanie chuckled, “but no. She was the mother of the kid I was babysitting. We did make out once. She had come home from a date, drunk and very horny.”

Stephanie twisted her position to face Amber and placed her arm on the back of the sofa behind Amber’s head. “There was a lot of kissing and groping of boobs before her conscience got the better of her, I guess, and she made us stop. She told me it was wrong and that I couldn’t tell anyone about it. That was the last time I saw her, and the last time she asked me to sit for her too. I felt bad for quite a while after that as if I had done something wrong.”

She looked into Amber’s eyes and began to stroke the hair on the back of her head. Stephanie could see the desire in the girl’s eyes, the flush of her skin. She seemed aroused.

Amber swallowed. “So that’s when you knew, then?”

“Pretty much. Even though, I still tried to deny it. Mostly because of my parents’ beliefs. I dated a boy when I was sixteen, for a while at least. We fooled around a bunch in the back seat of his father’s car. He fingered me plenty, loved my tits, and I got pretty good at giving blowjobs.”

“Eww!” Amber said, a look of mild disgust on her face.

Stephanie laughed. “We never had sex, though, intercourse, I mean. And being with him never really felt… well, right.”

After a short pause, she continued. “It wasn’t until I started college that I finally accepted the fact that I was a lesbian.”

Stephanie sipped at her wine and thought for a moment, then set the glass down again. “Once I admitted it to myself, it was like a huge weight had been lifted off me. I was actually happy with who I was for the first time in a very long time.”

There was a long moment of silence as Stephanie continued to play with the girl’s hair. She looked into Amber’s eyes, smiling at her. Stephanie’s heart was pounding, wondering where this was going. Hoping it would go somewhere good.

“Enough about me. How about you? Why do you ask? Do you think you prefer girls?” Stephanie asked softly.

Their eyes were locked, and Amber nodded. Stephanie brushed a loose hair off Amber’s face and moved a little closer to her.

“Is there anyone in particular?” Stephanie asked. The question was deliberate. The kiss at the door the night before and hearing Amber call out her name in the video had all but answered it for her.

Amber nodded again, leaning in closer to Stephanie, her lips parting. Stephanie’s heart was racing. This was it. The moment she had fantasized about. Stephanie moved closer again, taking her hand from the girl’s thigh and placing it on her shoulder. She was so close to Amber’s face she could feel her breath, hot and rapid, on her skin.

The space between their mouths closed slowly and Stephanie could see both desire and fear in the young girl’s blue eyes. Their lips touched, Stephanie watched Amber’s eyes close before she closed her own. The kiss seemed electric, and the sensation sparked through her body. She moved slowly though, not wanting to spook the teen. She kissed Amber’s mouth softly, first her upper lip, and then the bottom. Gently, she sucked on the girl’s thin bottom lip, drawing it into her mouth, and letting it go. Amber moaned softly at the tender touch.

Stephanie pulled the girl into a warm embrace, kissing her again. Hesitantly she pushed her tongue into Amber’s mouth. The teen responded in kind as she wrapped her arms around Stephanie’s waist. The woman could tell the girl’s tongue was practiced as it began to dance with hers.

Their kiss soon became more passionate, more aggressive. Stephanie felt Amber pushing herself against her, moving to kneel over her. Amber’s knees were at her hips, as she sat on Stephanie’s thighs. The girl continued, planting soft kisses on her lips and cheeks.

Stephanie’s hands moved from the girl’s back, over her shoulders and down to her chest. Amber leaned back and moaned as Stephanie gently squeezed her breasts. She looked up into Amber’s eyes and smiled.

“Are you okay?” Stephanie asked softly.

“Yeah,” Amber replied, her breath labored. “I’ve dreamt of this.” A smile played on her lips.

Stephanie watched Amber’s eyes drift down to her breasts. Amber’s hands moved slowly underneath the baby tee and pushed it up and off Stephanie’s boobs, and then she cupped them in her hands. Stephanie moaned at the touch, her nipples stood hard under Amber’s gaze. Yes, that’s it, beautiful girl. Touch me.

Gripping the bottom of Amber’s tee shirt, she slowly pulled it up the girl’s body. Amber raised her arms, letting Stephanie pull the shirt off without question. Amber wasn’t wearing a bra either, and Stephanie sighed at the sight of her small, creamy white tits and their stiff pink nipples. Oh my god! I’ve died and gone to heaven.

Leaning forward she placed a soft kiss on one of Amber’s nipples. The girl moaned while at the same time bringing her hands back to pinch Stephanie’s nipples. The fire in Stephanie’s belly was growing, and she took a nipple into her mouth, sucking gently, and tracing it with her tongue. Amber’s back arched, pushing the fleshy globe against Stephanie’s mouth. She heard a throaty moan from the girl.

Stephanie moved a hand from where it had been caressing Amber’s back and onto her belly. She pushed downward, slipping her hand under the waistband of the girl’s shorts, and through the damp curls of hair. She looked up at Amber. Her eyes were closed and mouth open. Stephanie could see the red flush across her chest as it heaved with Amber’s ragged breathing. Amber jerked and groaned loudly as Stephanie’s hand slid further and cupped the wet flesh between her thighs. Stephanie spread her fingers and formed a ‘V’ then slowly caressed the outer edges of Amber’s labia. The heel of her hand brushed the girl’s hooded clit with each pass causing Amber to whimper.

Amber’s fingers were tangled in Stephanie’s hair, pulling her head into her chest. Stephanie continued to suck and nibble on the hard pink nipples as Amber rocked her hips, pushing against Stephanie’s hand. Grunts and moans escaped from Amber’s open mouth. The teen’s gyrations on Stephanie’s lap were sending waves of pleasure through her. Each of Amber’s forward movements pushed against Stephanie’s own crotch, stimulating her swollen and very sensitive clit.

Stephanie brought her fingers together, pushing one in between the slick lips of Amber’s pussy. It felt so good to finally being able to touch her like this. Stephanie’s fingers played at the girl’s entrance for a moment, circling it, as she listened to Amber’s soft pleas. She could feel the heat from her body and taste the salt on her skin, her face still firmly pressed against the young girl’s chest.

“Steph. Please!” Amber moaned.

Stephanie pushed her finger into the girl. Amber was tight. The walls of her vagina were snug against Stephanie’s finger. As Amber grunted and leaned into Stephanie, the grip tightened. Stephanie released the nipple that was in her mouth.

“Are you okay, sweetie?” she asked, her own breath labored.

Amber nodded rapidly. “Uh-huh,” she croaked. “Don’t stop.”

Stephanie eased her finger back, then pushed it in again a bit deeper. Amber whimpered. She ran her thumb to the young girl’s clit, pressing down on it and moving in a circular motion. Amber cried out. The thrusts of her hips became more aggressive.

Stephanie was on fire. She thought she might come at any moment. She knew that Amber was on the brink. The girl was panting hard, her hips rocking violently on Stephanie’s lap.

“Steph! I’m coming! I’m coming!” Amber yelled, gasping for air.

Then she did. The young girl’s body stiffened and shook hard. Stephanie could feel the muscles of Amber’s vagina tighten around her finger as a flood of juices flowed from her. Amber sucked in a deep breath as her body relaxed and she started to breathe again.

Stephanie had leaned back on the sofa, and now Amber collapsed against her, burying her face in Stephanie’s neck, panting loudly. Stephanie inhaled the heady scent of the teen’s sweat and arousal. Pulling her finger from Amber’s pussy, she brought it to her mouth and tasted the girl for the first time. Fuck! She tastes so good, so sweet. I want more of her.

She wrapped her arms around the girl’s thin waist, holding her tight. “Hey, sweetie? How’re you doing?” she asked.

Amber mumbled something into her shoulder. Stephanie shuddered at the hum of the vibration against her flesh. Amber sat upright, resting her forearms on Stephanie’s shoulders. Stephanie saw the broad smile and a dreamy look in her eyes.

“That was, um… intense,” Amber said, leaning forward again to kiss Stephanie.

They kissed for a few moments, then Stephanie pulled away and gently pushed the girl off her.

“No,” Amber moaned in protest.

Stephanie stood and pulled her tee shirt off, tossing it on the sofa with Amber’s. Taking the girl’s hand, she helped her to her feet and led her out of the living room.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” Stephanie said seductively.

Both topless, they walked hand in hand down the hall. But instead of going to the room at the end of the corridor, as Amber expected, Stephanie turned and stepped into the first room on the right.

“Piper’s room?” Amber asked.

Stephanie gave a devilish smile and nodded, “Uh-huh.”

Bringing Amber to the side of Piper’s double bed, she had her sit on the edge. Stephanie bent forward and kissed her softly on the lips. Then without warning, she put a hand on each of Amber’s shoulders and pushed her backward. Amber let out a yelp as she fell.

Stephanie chuckled, then stood. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her soaked boxers, slowly pushing them down and off, making a show of it. Amber propped herself up on her elbows and took in the impromptu strip show, smiling brightly.

Once free of her boxers, Stephanie sauntered back to Amber and brought her body down over the teen. She planted her hands on the mattress on either side of Amber’s shoulders, as if she was getting ready to do some push-ups. Stephanie lowered herself just enough to kiss Amber’s mouth, placing a couple of soft kisses on her lips before lowering herself some more, while simultaneously sliding downward.

Stephanie kissed and sucked on the soft, salty flesh of Amber’s neck and collarbone. She kissed the gentle slope of her breast, then trailed kisses down to her stomach, pausing to kiss the girl’s belly button, swirling her tongue around it.

Amber giggled and squirmed, squealing, “Stop! That tickles.”

Lowering herself to her knees on the floor, Stephanie leaned against Amber’s legs, as they dangled over the edge of the bed. Amber spread her legs and Stephanie moved between them. She placed soft little kisses on the tender flesh just below her navel, brushing her lips over the sensitive skin.

Amber moaned at the touch. She lifted her hips when she felt Stephanie tug at her shorts, which were as wet as Stephanie’s. Stephanie pulled both shorts and panties down and off the teen’s legs. Placing a hand on each of Amber’s thighs, she gently caressed them as she gazed longingly at the girl’s glistening pink folds and inviting entrance. Stephanie was panting, practically drooling over the enticing feast that lay before her.

She moved in, kissing the creamy smooth skin of Amber’s thighs, then kissed the wet pink flesh of the young girl’s folds. Stephanie felt lightheaded as she inhaled the intoxicating scent of Amber’s arousal. She heard Amber gasp when her tongue poked out and began exploring the contours and valleys of the teen’s labia.

Moving her hands under Amber’s ass, she licked the length of her pussy with the flat of her tongue. Stopping just shy of her swollen clit, she moved back down, sucking momentarily on her wet lips. Stiffening her tongue, she pushed it into Amber’s opening.

“Jesus! Steph!” Amber cursed, grabbing at the bed and bucking her hips against Stephanie’s mouth.

Stephanie swirled her tongue inside the girl, then pushed in as far as it would go. She moved her hands up to Amber’s hips to hold her in place. Stephanie fucked the girl with her tongue, pausing momentarily to lap up the abundant juices that flowed from her before she resumed her thrusts. The teen was going wild, and Stephanie needed to hold her firmly to keep her mouth on the sweet pussy.

Pulling her tongue out, she moved to Amber’s swollen and erect clit. She took it in her mouth, sucking it and running her teeth against it. She brought one hand down and pushed a finger into the girl, then another.

Stephanie fucked Amber, slowly at first, then as the girl called out her name, pleading for the end of her torment, she fucked her harder and faster. Amber’s body responded immediately. Her back arched as she stiffened. Amber cried out and shuddered violently. A new flood of thick creamy juices flowed freely around Stephanie’s fingers.

Withdrawing her fingers, Stephanie sucked them clean, and then placed her mouth back on Amber’s soaked pussy. The girl had just begun to relax when Stephanie licked the sweet nectar from her pulsating sex. Amber convulsed at the touch.

“Argh! No, Steph, I can’t…” Amber choked out between ragged breaths. She couldn’t finish her protest as Stephanie’s tongue was once again swirling around her throbbing, sensitive clit.

Stephanie only had to torment the girl’s clit for just a moment before her body shook again as a second powerful orgasm took her. She let Amber recover a bit before kissing her inner thigh.

“No, Steph, please. No more,” Amber pleaded.

Stephanie smiled and crawled up beside her young lover. She cradled Amber in her arms and kissed her softly, the girl’s juices still on her lips. Stephanie felt Amber snuggling into her embrace. It felt warm and good to hold her. Stephanie was still horny as hell, but for the moment she was content to just rest with the pretty teen in her arms.

After a few minutes of silence, Amber looked up at Stephanie. The girl’s smile made her heart melt, and she smiled back while caressing her cheek with the back of her hand.

“Thank you,” Amber whispered. “That was awesome. I’ve never come like that before.”

She paused momentarily. “I never thought my fantasies of you could ever come true.”

“Me neither,” Stephanie replied, kissing her softly on the forehead.

Amber raised an eyebrow. “You’ve had fantasies about me?”

“Yeah, sweetie, I have.”

“Wow,” Amber turned her eyes away, processing what she had just heard. A few moments passed, then the girl said, “You haven’t come yet, have you?”

Stephanie shook her head. “It’s okay, sweetie. I don’t expect or want you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“No. I want to.” Amber got to her knees, looking down at the older woman. With a nervous smile, she added, “I mean… that’s part of my fantasy too.”

Stephanie took Amber’s hand and kissed it, then brought it down and placed it on her own breast. “Okay, sweetheart, if you’re sure, then I’m all yours.”

A big grin crossed Amber’s face. She lay back down beside Stephanie and kissed her passionately. Stephanie felt Amber’s hand exploring her breasts. She sucked on Amber’s lip as the girl tweaked her hard nipple. Stephanie groaned into her mouth and ran her hands over the smooth skin of her back.

Then, just for a moment, Stephanie tried to imagine that it was Piper she was lying with, here on her daughter’s bed. What would it be like to do these things, these wonderfully naughty things, with Piper?

Amber kissed Stephanie’s cheek and neck, moving down to take a nipple into her mouth. She flicked it with her tongue and licked it. Amber sucked on it, while she pulled and pinched the other nipple with her hand.

Stephanie could feel the pressure building inside her, and she knew that it wouldn’t take much to bring her to climax. Her breathing became quicker as the young teen continued to suck her breast. Stephanie stroked the back of Amber’s head with one hand while the other hand found its way to her wanting pussy.

Stephanie groaned when Amber released the tit and licked her way down, trailing fire over her belly. The teen stopped when she reached Stephanie’s dripping pussy. Stephanie looked down as Amber positioned herself between her widespread legs and let out a gasp when Amber placed two fingers on her engorged clit and began to rub.

“Oh, god,” Stephanie moaned.

Amber slid her fingers down through Stephanie’s wet folds and into her entrance. Stephanie bucked her hips against the sudden intrusion. Amber kept her fingers inside for a moment, spreading them, then withdrew. Stephanie watched as the girl brought them to her face, studying the cream that coated her fingers.

“Have you never tasted it before?”

“Just my own,” Amber said shyly, then she put her fingers in her mouth and sucked them clean.

“Yummy,” Amber said with a wink.

Pushing her fingers back into Stephanie’s entrance, Amber began to fuck her slowly.

Stephanie rocked her hips in rhythm to Amber’s trusts, her body shaking as the waves of carnal pleasure rippled through her. Her orgasm was close.

“Damn, Amber, you’re going to make me come soon.”

This brought a smile to Amber’s face and she brought her other hand to Stephanie’s clit, and began to vigorously rub the overly sensitive bud. Stephanie cried out as she bucked her hips harder. Her orgasm took hold and set every nerve on fire.

“Fuck! Amber! Yes!” Stephanie yelled. Her back arched, hands clawing the bed. She screwed her eyes shut as the powerful sensations raced through her.

The white noise in her ears slowly cleared and Stephanie relaxed. Amber had pulled out and was lying beside her. She opened her eyes and smiled at the sweet girl.

“Thank you,” Stephanie whispered, pulling her young lover into an embrace. What happens now? she wondered. I just had sex with the fourteen-year-old daughter of my best friend, wonderful, hot sex.

This was something she had wanted for a while, and she wasn’t feeling any regrets. But things between them would be different now. For the better, she hoped.

“Did I do okay?” Amber asked, her cheek resting on Stephanie’s chest.

“You were wonderful, sweetie.” She kissed the top of Amber’s head and brushed her cheek.

After a few minutes of cuddling, Stephanie asked, “Amber, do you have a girlfriend? A lover?”

Amber didn’t answer right away. Her hand gently caressed Stephanie’s side.

“Iris,” she finally said. “My friend, Iris. Not lovers, but we do like to make out every now and then. Sometimes we touch each other, but nothing like what we just did. She likes it when we masturbate together, likes to watch me make myself come,” Amber giggled.

Stephanie had to bite her lip thinking of the video on her laptop. I like to watch you come too, pretty girl. “What we just did. Are you okay with it?”

Amber nodded, placing a soft kiss on Stephanie’s chest. “I’m more than okay with it. This was wonderful, and I’m so happy we did it. And you don’t need to worry, it’ll stay our secret.” She giggled and gave her a gentle squeeze.

Stephanie had her arm around the girl, a hand on her hip. “I’m going to ask you a question, and I want you to answer honestly. I won’t be mad or upset. I’m just curious. Okay?”

“Okay,” Amber said hesitantly.

“Did you take a bath with Piper yesterday?” As soon as she asked the question, she felt Amber stiffen.

Amber didn’t respond right away. Eventually, Stephanie felt her nod her head. “Yes,” she said in a soft voice.

“Did you wash her? That’s okay too, if you did. Kind of… sexy, actually, picturing it,” Stephanie said with a chuckle, stroking Amber’s hip.

Amber got up and sat cross-legged on the bed. Stephanie could see the redness of the girl’s skin from a fading blush. Amber’s eyes were sparkling and smile formed on her face.

“You think it was sexy that I was in the tub with Piper? Washing her…  everywhere?”

Stephanie swallowed. The thought of Amber and Piper, together, made her heart race. She was getting turned on again. Amber watched as Stephanie slid her hand down to her own pussy and began to play.

“Do you want to know what else was sexy?” Stephanie whispered.

“What?” Amber’s voice cracked.

“Hearing Piper call your name as she made herself come last night. Right here on this bed.”

Amber’s eyes widened. “She did? But how do you…” Now it was the girl’s turn to start playing with her pussy.

Stephanie explained about walking in on her daughter playing with herself the night before, while leaving out the bit about the video on her cell phone.

Both Amber and Stephanie masturbated, hungrily watching the other rub and finger her soaked pussy. Their loud moans, ragged breathing, pleas and curses pushed the other closer and closer to the edge, until finally, almost simultaneously, they both cried out as the cliff fell away and their orgasms swallowed them whole.

As they cuddled on the bed, exhausted, both of them dozed off.

After an hour-long nap, they got up and showered together, each bringing the other to climax once again. They finally dressed, and Stephanie made them something to eat. They hung out in the living room talking and kissing until Amber needed to get home for supper.

They kissed once more, just before Amber headed out the door. Then Stephanie, feeling sated and with a broad smile on her face, poured herself another glass of wine, settled on the sofa, and turned on the stereo.

Continue on to Chapter 5

By No One

Emilia glanced at her phone for what felt like the hundredth time in the past half hour. The situation hadn’t changed: no new message. Not that there was any chance she would have missed a text coming in, but she couldn’t help making sure.

“Come onnnn,” she implored the phone. She should have been enjoying the beginning of the weekend on this Friday afternoon, but waiting for this reply was stressing her out in a big way.

Her best friend Jodie was sitting next to her on the grass near the school parking lot, absorbed in her own phone. “Yeah, well, I told you it was dumb to ask someone out over text,” she pointed out with an unsympathetic shrug.

“I know! But I just couldn’t do it face to face. It would be so awkward if she wasn’t interested. Like, when I worked with her on that team assignment, I kinda thought she was giving signals. Maybe? But… then again, maybe not. I don’t know!”

Another shrug. “Don’t you take drama class? Well, act like you’re brave and go for it.”

“That’s not the same at all,” Emilia protested. “It’s one thing to recite Shakespeare or whatever, it’s completely different when your ‘lines’ have an effect on your life. I don’t know how to handle that.”

“Don’t, then. But it shows you lack confidence. Girls don’t like that.”

“Psh. What do you know about what girls like?”

Jodie glanced up from her phone for a second to give Emilia an odd look. “I’m one, aren’t I?”

“Well, yeah, but… I mean, you don’t date girls… but… I guess you might still know. Okay, okay, that was a dumb thing to say!”

“What would you think if someone asked you out, all timid-like, through text?” Jodie wanted to know.

Emilia made a face. “Um, I don’t know… that it’s kinda cute and charming…?”

“Uh-huh. Well, I guess we’ll see.”

Emilia took one more look at her phone. Still no messages, of course. “Come on, what could take her so long? She has to have seen it, like, an hour ago. Just say no already and be done with it.”

“Now, that’s some positive thinking there.”

“Ugh, I think I’m gonna die a virgin.” Letting out a deep sigh, Emilia placed the back of her hand against her forehead and let herself fall back onto the grass — acting class had to be good for something, after all.

Jodie chortled. “Drama queen. Only sixteen and already an old maid, huh?”

“Seventeen in two months. And yeah, feels like it. Never even been on a date. How old were you when you had sex for the first time?”

“Err…” Jodie hesitated, which wasn’t like her at all. Usually, she loved talking about her sex life in too much detail.

The question immediately vanished from Emilia’s mind, though, because her phone finally chimed at that moment, indicating a new text. She sat bolt upright and stared at the device in her hand, suddenly terrified to read the message she’d been waiting for so desperately.

“Well?” Jodie pressed her.

“Um… I don’t, uh… You read it for me,” Emilia said, holding out the phone towards her friend.

“What? Seriously?” Rolling her eyes, Jodie grabbed the phone.

Emilia watched the other girl intently as she read, trying to deduce meaning from her reaction. That subtle wince didn’t bode well. “What? What is it?”

Jodie sighed, handing the phone back. “She’s flattered, but she’s not into girls,” she said. Straight to the point, as usual.

“What? Shit! I thought… Oh, goddammit.” Emilia fell back onto the grass again — only this time, she wasn’t acting. Reading the text for herself, she saw that it was slightly more verbose and apologetic than the way Jodie had put it, but her friend had indeed summed up the gist of the message.

“Sorry, Em,” Jodie said, with more compassion than before. “Her loss. I’m sure she’s missing out.”

Emilia chuckled sadly. “Oh yeah? What, do you want to go out with me, then?” She’d always thought her friend was quite attractive, actually, with her long auburn hair, big brown eyes, and pleasing figure. But ever since they’d become fast friends at the beginning of high school, it had been quite clear that Jodie was into boys, so Emilia hadn’t let herself think of the girl like that. Not much, anyway.

Jodie laughed. “Sorry, babe. I’m taken. Speaking of, he should be around to pick me up any minute now,” she said, glancing around. “Gonna grab something to eat, then it’s back to his place for an evening of sexy fun. That means fucking. And I do mean the whole evening — the guy has stamina, let me tell you. And some of those positions — “

“God, sorry I asked!” Emilia quickly interrupted. Jodie was definitely back in Too Much Information mode.

Her friend had been seeing some college boy lately, though Emilia wasn’t sure if he was supposed to be Jodie’s boyfriend, or just her boy toy. It felt like everything she heard concerning the guy was about his performance in the bedroom. Actually, in the bedroom and various other places, Emilia had learned, despite her best efforts to remain ignorant.

Jodie grinned. “And what are your plans for the evening, now that you’re a dateless loser?”

“Jeez, ouch.”  Clearly, Jodie had run out of sympathy. Somehow, the comment still made Emilia laugh and feel a little better. “Well, the date would have been tomorrow. Tonight, I’m babysitting Stella. Her parents are taking off on some kind of quick romantic getaway until tomorrow afternoon, so I’m staying over tonight and watching the kid.”

“Oh, well then, you wanted to spend the night with a cute girl, so there you go.”

Emilia grimaced. “Jesus, Jodie! She’s barely eleven! I was thinking of someone a little older, y’know!”

Jodie shrugged. “Hey, hook ‘em while they’re young, right? She might need someone to teach her about the birds and the bees. Or just the birds, whatever.”

“You’re horrible.” Emilia tried to sound disapproving, but she finally had to laugh.

“And that’s why you love me.” Jodie flashed a smug smile.

They were suddenly interrupted by a car horn. “Oh, there’s Jake,” Jodie said, waving at her boyfriend’s beat-up Chevy. At least he had a car, Emilia admitted; she still had to rely on her trusty old bike to get around.

Getting to her feet, Emilia gave her friend a quick goodbye hug. “Text me sometime,” she said.

“Sure, I’ll give you updates throughout the night,” Jodie said, straightfaced.

“Not what I meant! Please don’t,” Emilia begged, not entirely sure her friend was kidding.

Jodie winked in response, then she was off, leaving Emilia to her thoughts.

Her friend’s little joke about Stella had hit a bit close to home, she had to admit. The last few times she’d babysat the young girl, Emilia couldn’t help noticing the changes in her developing body. Stella was at an age when she was growing rapidly — and not only in height. Emilia had also noted a slight flaring of her hips and even a hint of breasts.

The girl was cute as a button, and seemed certain to become a very attractive young woman in no time. Emilia already felt a little weird for noticing these things. The last thing she needed was to be thinking this way about a girl of eleven.

A sudden presence at her shoulder startled her. “Oh, and… if you get caught making out with the kid, it wasn’t my idea,” Jodie whispered in a conspiratorial tone, then walked away again.

“Get out of here already!” Emilia called after her, laughing.

*****

Emilia rang the doorbell and, a few moment later, Stella’s dad opened the door. “Hey, Mr. Jackson,” she greeted him.

“Hi, Emilia. Thanks for coming,” he said as he let her in. “I know things must be hectic for you near the end of the school year. We’ve started letting Stella stay home by herself but… since we’ll be gone overnight, you know, we’d be more at ease if someone was with her. She insisted that we ask you.”

Emilia smiled. It was nice to be wanted, if only by a little girl. “Oh, it’s no problem. I didn’t really have any plans for the weekend, anyway,” she said, feeling an unwanted twinge of bitterness. “I brought some school books if I want to study” — that was a big if — “so it’s fine. You guys can even stay away longer if you want, it’s cool. Just let me know.”

“Why, what a wonderful idea. Why don’t we stay longer?” Mrs. Jackson said in honeyed tones as she walked down the corridor to join them.

Her husband winced. “We’ve been over this. I just can’t take that much time off from work right now. When things aren’t so crazy with the new project, I promise we’ll take a nice vacation.”

It sounded like Emilia had inadvertently revived an argument between the couple. “Oops,” she said, by way of apology.

“You better believe I’ll hold you to that,” Mrs. Jackson said, the cajoling tone gone from her voice, though she winked at Emilia when her husband wasn’t looking.

“Emmi!” a little voice suddenly cried out, then a skinny bundle of blonde hair and white clothes came rushing out of the living room and caught Emilia in a tight hug.

“Hey there, sweetie. Missed me, huh?”

“Yeah!” Stella replied with enthusiasm. The beautiful young girl gazed up at Emilia with dancing green eyes, giving her the sweetest smile. It looked as if she’d grown again, looking more like a young woman than ever.

Emilia was glad to see the girl in a good mood. The last time she’d babysat here, Stella’s best friend Stacy had just moved away to the other side of the country, and the poor kid had been feeling really down about it.

“Well, I missed you too,” she said, returning the smile. She wasn’t just being nice, either. She’d always gotten along great with Stella, and it had been a while since she’d sat for the girl. Who knows, the evening might even cheer Emilia up a little.

“Looks like you have things well in hand already,” Mrs. Jackson said, “so I think we’ll be off.” She sounded like she was in a hurry to begin their mini-vacation.

Emilia nodded. “Sure. You two have a good time, now.”

Leaving Stella to say goodbye to her parents, Emilia wandered into the living room, taking in the familiar sci-fi decor — a miniature replica of that spaceship from Star Trek, a few posters of various old shows that Emilia had never seen, a multitude of novels and comic books. Mr. Jackson was a bit of a geek, but there was nothing wrong with that, in her estimation.

Plopping down on the couch, she noticed a DVD box set on the coffee table and picked it up for a closer look. Star Wars, of course it was. It had been a few years since Emilia had seen the older movies in the series, she realized. She’d always enjoyed them as a kid.

“Oh! My dad got that last week!” Stella explained with some excitement as she walked back into the living room. “Isn’t it cool?”

“Star Wars? Sure, but… I’m surprised he didn’t own it already. Kind of essential sci-fi, right?”

“Nooo, this one has the original version of the first trilogy, before they added a bunch of stupid computer graphics and other crap. It’s way better!”

Emilia couldn’t help chuckling at the explanation, probably quoted straight from Stella’s dad. “Oh yeah, you mean stuff they changed, like, before we were even born? Very important!”

Stella stuck out her tongue, though the gesture ended up far more cute than rude. “Have you seen the original version?”

“Uh… I don’t know?” Emilia was only vaguely aware that there were different versions. “I don’t think so?”

“Oh! We should watch all three movies tonight, then!” Stella exclaimed, excitement rising in her voice.

“You haven’t watched them already?”

The child gave her a puzzled glance. “Yeah, so?”

Emilia smiled, remembering how she used to watch the same movies over and over again when she was a kid. “Three movies, though, that’s probably like six hours…”

“So?”

“So… it’ll be past midnight before we’re done.”

“So?” Stella said again, her grin widening with each repetition.

“So that’s way past your bedtime!”

“I won’t tell if you don’t…” the young girl sang, eyes shining with mischief.

“Hmm…” Emilia made a show of considering the proposal, a finger tapping her chin. She had to admit that the idea seemed like fun, now that she thought about it. It wouldn’t be that big a deal if Stella missed her bedtime this once, she supposed. Sometimes, you had to break the rules to have some fun, after all. She was fairly sure the girl would be drifting off halfway through Return of the Jedi, anyway.

Besides, it was hard to deny Stella anything when she gazed at you with those lovely emerald eyes.

“Well, tell you what,” Emilia finally said, “why don’t you go take a bath and put on your PJ’s and all that, and then we’ll see how much we can watch before I have to carry you to bed.”

“Okay, but I’m not gonna fall asleep, and we’ll watch ‘em all!”

“Yeah, yeah. We’ll see.”

As Stella pranced off towards the bathroom, Emilia caught herself admiring the shape of the girl’s little ass in those tight white shorts. Realizing what she was doing, she gave her head a shake to try to clear her mind. Jesus, Em, get a grip, she told herself. She’s just a kid, you’re not that desperate.

Aren’t I, though? she thought, glumly reflecting upon her love life — or lack thereof.

Admittedly, there was no doubt that Stella would be breaking a lot of hearts in a few years — if she hadn’t already started. The girl looked like an angel fallen from heaven. Emilia couldn’t be the only one who had noticed. Still, there was no way she’d try anything with the kid, of course. That was just creepy. It’s all Jodie’s fault, with her dumb jokes.

Emilia shook her head sternly. No. Stella would get back from her bath, and they’d watch the movies. A perfectly normal evening, just friendly, innocent fun. No more weird thoughts.

Once Emilia saw the young girl returning from the bathroom some time later, though, she realized she’d made a critical mistake. For this particular evening, Stella’s nightwear consisted of a pink tank top that went down to her hips, baby-blue panties underneath, and nothing else.

Emilia stared for a moment, taken aback by the vision in front of her. Stella’s top was just tight enough to highlight the girl’s budding breasts and her slim waist. The half-displayed panties offered a tantalizing tease, Emilia already imagining the treasures hidden beneath, despite her best intentions. And those fine legs! They’d be the envy of many older girls.

Stella looked sexy as hell, there was no other way to put it — and she probably didn’t even realize it! Emilia became aware that her mouth was hanging half-open and quickly snapped it shut.

“Something wrong?” Stella asked, a hesitant smile playing at the corner of her mouth.

“Uh, no, just… no, all’s good,” Emilia said, struggling to appear casual. “So, we watching that movie, or what?”

Hoping to quickly move on past her embarrassing lapse, she handed the box for the first film to Stella and watched her happily skip over to the TV to put the disc in. As the girl bent over to reach the DVD player in the TV stand, Emilia was treated to another alluring view of her pert little ass.

Oh, fuck me, she thought, despairing. This is gonna be a long evening. “So, uh… that’s all you’re wearing?” she asked, trying to sound like she didn’t care one way or another.

“Yeah, it’s hot tonight,” Stella replied.

“Hot for sure,” Emilia mumbled an agreement, though maybe they weren’t talking about the same thing.

As the obligatory succession of logos appeared on screen, Stella hurried back to the couch and settled down next to Emilia — just a bit too close for comfort, their arms touching in a rather distracting fashion.

The iconic opening fanfare rang out, then the familiar big yellow text began its slow crawl across the screen. Emilia had some difficulty focusing on what it said this time — though she knew the gist of it already: Evil Empire, Rebels, and so on. Instead, her eyes were drawn sideways to her young companion.

Stella had put her feet up on the coffee table — which Emilia was pretty sure she wasn’t allowed to do, but let it slide — offering a nice view of her shapely legs. Emilia couldn’t help but steal glances instead of watching the screen. Damn. Did I have legs like that at eleven? No way.

She sighed inwardly. So much for no more weird thoughts. Could she really be blamed, though? Eleven years old or not, Stella was obviously sexy. Surely anyone would think the same.

Right? Or am I just being a huge perv? I can’t even tell anymore.

She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, then opened them again, forcing herself to pay attention to the movie. Her mind in turmoil, it took some effort at first, but soon she relaxed enough to let herself get pulled in by the familiar story.

Though the image quality wasn’t so great in this version, Stella had been right that the old-school special effects did have a certain distinctive charm to them. Emilia found herself genuinely enjoying revisiting this old favorite in its original form.

Once the end credits started rolling, she turned towards Stella — and once again, her breath caught at how beautiful the young girl was in her skimpy nightwear. Pushing the unwanted thought away, she said, “Well, the Death Star’s destroyed, so I guess they’ll just be celebrating for the next two movies, huh?”

Stella made a face at the silly joke, but a giggle still escaped her lips. “Yeah, right!”

“Oh? That’s not how it goes? It’s been a while since I saw this.” A sudden chime from her phone caught Emilia’s attention, and she absently plucked the device from her pocket. “Nah, but seriously, that was pretty cool. Must have been hard to pull off those effects with really old technology like that.”

Glancing at the phone screen, she read the text from Jodie and realized with horror that her friend was making good on her earlier threat. “Oh God,” she groaned, facepalming.

“What’s wrong?” Stella asked, a little alarmed.

“Oh, nothing. Just a friend of mine, she’s with her boyfriend and, uh…” Emilia hesitated. She gave the girl a sidelong glance, then read the text again: Four orgasms and counting!

Emilia weighed her response. She shouldn’t tell a kid about something like that, but… she was really curious about what Stella’s reaction might be. It’s not like the message was that explicit anyway, and surely Stella knew the word ‘orgasm’ by now. I wonder if she’s had one yet?

The thought sent a thrill through her and pushed her into a decision. “My friend Jodie, she uh… tends to overshare a lot,” Emilia explained, angling her phone towards Stella to let her read.

The young girl scanned the screen, then let out a little gasp and covered her mouth. “Oh, wow!” she said with a nervous little laugh. “Um… well… sounds like they’re having a good time.”

Emilia chuckled as well, surprised at the comment. Well, she’s not too shocked. Huh. Interesting. “Yeah, sure sounds like it,” she said. “I guess Jodie’s guy is pretty good at, er, getting her off.”

There was a moment of silence, both of them apparently uncertain of what to say next, then Stella cleared her throat. “I, um… I never had that many at one time,” she admitted. “Four… that’s a lot, huh?” Her cheeks flushed a bit, but there was also mischief in her eyes as she seemed to watch for a reaction to her statement.

Emilia’s eyebrows shot up. Wow. Well, that answers that question, she thought, her mouth suddenly dry as she tried hard to avoid the image of little Stella playing with herself — and failing completely. She swallowed before replying, “Yeah, um… I guess it is, really.”

There had been times when Emilia had been really horny, but never enough to make herself come four times in an evening. In a day, maybe. Of course, if she’d had someone to share the fun with, that might be a very different story… “I mean, when you do it by yourself, anyway. You don’t usually, uh… you know, do it over and over,” she continued, unsure what she was even getting at. “Right?”

Stella opened her mouth as if to say something, then closed it. “Um… yeah,” she finally said after an awkward pause, her eyes shying away from Emilia’s gaze.

What’s she hiding? Emilia wondered. The girl had already admitted to masturbating. Or having orgasms, anyway, but that was the same thing at her age. Unless…. Oh. No, she couldn’t have… could she?

“Wait, you… You didn’t… do it with someone else, did you?” she asked, uncertain whether she was excited or scared to hear the answer.

Stella stared at her wide-eyed and suddenly turned scarlet.

“Holy shit! You did?” Emilia blurted out. She was usually careful to avoid swearing in front of the kids she babysat, but in this rather extreme circumstance it just slipped out. Did eleven-year-olds have sex now? If so, her own case was even sadder than she’d thought.

“Please don’t tell my parents!” Stella begged, suddenly on the verge of tears.

“Hey, calm down. I didn’t mean it like that…” What Stella’s parents might think hadn’t exactly been Emilia’s first line of thought. Besides, she couldn’t even begin to imagine the awkwardness of explaining that their little girl was fooling around with… who?

Suddenly, fear gripped her heart as one ugly possibility occurred to her. “Sweetie, um, are you…” she began, searching for words. “It’s not… an older guy who made you do things, is it?”

“Eww! No!” Stella made a funny grimace.

Emilia sighed in relief. “Okay, okay. Sorry, I had to ask. I was scared for a second. So then, if it was just, like, kids fooling around a bit, well… I guess that’s your business. I won’t tell.”

She knew that a responsible babysitter probably should make the parents aware of a little detail like their eleven-year-old having sexual experiences, but… that was one conversation Emilia really didn’t want to have. Besides, she thought of Stella as a friend, and couldn’t bring herself to snitch on the poor girl.

Stella puffed out her cheeks and let out a long breath in a cartoon-like expression of relief. “Thank you,” she said, as earnestly as if Emilia had just saved her life.

Emilia figured it would probably be best to leave it at that, but… now she was curious about the specifics, and couldn’t let the subject drop. “Sooo… who was it? A boy from school?”

Stella looked at her warily and remained tight-lipped.

“No? Then…” It seemed that Emilia would have to guess. She didn’t remember Stella ever mentioning any male friends. Unless… could it be? “Or a girl, maybe…?” she added with a nonchalant shrug, as if she had no special interest in the matter — though her heart rate sped up at the thought.

Stella did her best impression of a deer caught in headlights. “Is that it?” Emilia had some trouble keeping her tone casual. Wow. Eleven years old, and not only has this kid gotten more action than me, but with another girl, too. Fuck my life. She was wondering which friend Stella had been experimenting with when her mind suddenly connected the dots. “Wait, was it your friend who moved away? Stacy, wasn’t it?”

Stella’s look of disbelief quickly turned to annoyance. “Stop… guessing everything!” she exclaimed, her cheeks flushed crimson.

Emilia couldn’t keep from laughing. “Sorry, sweetie, but you’re not making it very hard!” Still, the girl’s amusing reaction aside, she felt bad for Stella. No wonder she seemed so depressed before. “That’s really rough, though. Losing a friend is hard enough, but if you were… more than friends… well, I’m really sorry it had to go that way.”

Stella nodded and sighed, now looking dejected all over again.

Emilia cursed herself for bringing it up. “But you guys can still talk online and stuff, right?”

“I guess. We do, but it’s not the same…”

Emilia suspected that, if she’d had a lover, she wouldn’t be content with a long-distance relationship either. Being able to keep in touch online was great and all, of course, but it seemed a poor substitute for kissing and cuddling with a cute girl in real life. Not to mention the actual sex, Emilia thought. If I ever get to know what that’s like.

This self-pity wasn’t helping poor Stella, though. Emilia racked her brain for something comforting to say but could only come up with useless platitudes.

In the end, it was Stella who broke the silence. “Do you… think I’m weird? ‘Cause I like girls?” she asked in a small voice, her eyes meeting Emilia’s for a brief moment before darting away.

Emilia blinked, feeling stupid. She hadn’t even considered that Stella might be feeling embarrassed because of that. Emilia was at least comfortable with her own orientation, and had come out to her family and friends, but she could still remember how confused she’d been at Stella’s age. “Oh, no! No no no!” she quickly said. “There’s nothing wrong with that at all. Hey, I like girls too!” she confided, hoping to reassure the girl.

The change in Stella was immediate. Her melancholy vanished in an instant as she looked up sharply, replaced by excitement and enthusiasm. “Really?” she exclaimed, as if she’d just heard the best news in the world.

“Well, yeah… It’s no big deal, and you should never feel bad for, um, who you like,” Emilia said. She found the glint of interest in Stella’s eyes to be both alarming and intriguing, making her heart flutter. Uh-oh, she thought, wondering if she’d just made a mistake. Her mind was already conjuring up visions of two naked young girls making love, which didn’t help matters. Stop that! she told herself, to no avail.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” Stella quickly wanted to know.

“Oh, um… no,” Emilia mumbled, not wanting to admit that the younger girl actually had more experience than she did. “You’re lucky to have had one already, even if… Err…” She stopped herself before she foolishly brought up their involuntary break-up again. Clearing her throat, she snatched at the first happy topic that came to mind. “Anyway. I bet you girls had a lot of fun, huh?”

A sly smile slowly spread on Stella’s lips. “Oh yeah, a lot,” she said with a slight wiggle of her eyebrows.

Such a simple statement, yet the child’s delivery inflamed Emilia’s imagination like nothing else. She’d met Stacy once, and recalled her being quite the cutie, though maybe not as mesmerizing as Stella. Now the erotic possibilities between those two little girls swam before her mind’s eye, accompanied by a surge of warmth between her legs. Though embarrassed to do so, she desperately wanted to ask for every detail.

That was a terrible idea, though. Emilia eyed the TV, trying to will herself to simply put in the next movie and leave this increasingly dangerous conversation behind them.

Still… she was dying to know how far the two girls had gone, which of the dirty visions in her head had actually taken place. Guilt for the arousal she felt still weighed on her, but its burden seemed to be growing lighter as her panties became damper.

Don’t be a creep, her rational mind exhorted but, overwhelmed by her libido, she thrust the thought away, shutting it away in the back of her brain.

Emilia struggled to keep her voice casual and even. “Cool. Sounds pretty nice,” she said, as if she did that sort of thing all the time. Leaning a little closer in a conspiratorial manner, she asked, “Sooo, what kind of fun are we talking about? How far did you go?”

Stella flashed a grin, excitement quickly overcoming her shyness. Maybe she was happy for the chance to talk about her secret sex life with someone. “Well, you know…” she began, a little coyly at first. “Kissing…”—she mimicked the lip motion—“taking our clothes off…”—a girlish giggle—“and touching… all over!” She finished with a little shiver, as if overwhelmed by her erotic memories.

Emilia swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. Images of little Stella with a hand between her friend’s legs flashed in her mind. And the cute, girly way that Stella had explained it all turned Emilia on even more, she was forced to admit. She was certain her panties were now soaked.

“Did you… do it with your tongue, too?” she asked, her voice grown husky with arousal. The part of her that had been objecting to her curiosity had fallen silent — only a slight sense of disapproval remained in a tiny corner of her mind.

Stella nodded. “French kissing? Yeah, that’s fun.”

Surprised, Emilia gazed in wonder at the girl. Doesn’t she even know…? “Not exactly. I meant licking… you know, some other place.” She glanced downwards in a meaningful way.

The young girl looked confused for a moment. She followed Emilia’s gaze, then her eyebrows shot up. “What? Licking… down there? No way… Is that even a thing?” she asked in disbelief.

Emilia took a tiny measure of pride in the fact that, though she might not have any experience, she at least knew more about sex than this eleven-year-old. “That’s totally a thing,” she assured Stella, though the girl was looking at her doubtfully. “What? You know how nice fingers can feel, right? So… imagine a warm, wet tongue instead.” Not that Emilia knew what being licked felt like either, but she had spent considerable time imagining it.

Stella pondered the notion for a moment. “Well… I guess that does sound pretty great,” she admitted, a grin spreading on her lips. Her eyes widened as she seemed to look at Emilia in a new light. “So… you’ve done that?” she asked, sounding impressed, or maybe just shocked.

“Oh, err…” Though embarrassed, it seemed Emilia would have to come clean. She didn’t want to mislead Stella. “Well, no. Um, I haven’t actually… done anything with a girl — or a boy, even,” she confessed, scratching the back of her head. “From the sound of it, you’ve had way more action than me,” she added with a nervous laugh.

Stella blinked at her. “Really? Nothing, ever? But… you’re so pretty!” she blurted out. Then, realizing what she’d just said, she grew more bashful. “Err, no, I mean… well… yeah, you are,” she finished with a shrug, apparently deciding to roll with it.

“Oh, um… thanks.” Heat rose to Emilia’s cheeks. She felt a little silly getting flustered at a compliment from a little girl, but it was becoming very difficult to see Stella as just a kid. “I guess I’m just not very outgoing… and kinda bad at talking to people… and, you know, it’s not always easy to tell which girls might be interested,” she explained, thinking of her dumb mistake with the text she’d sent earlier that day.

“Well, you’re talking to me now…” Stella pointed out, a not-so-innocent smile on her lips.

“Yeah, I guess you’re easy to talk to…” Again, that glint in Stella’s eyes was making Emilia uncomfortable in more ways than one. The whole exchange was moving in a rather precarious direction, and despite her salacious interest, Emilia figured it was high time to steer it towards safer grounds.

But Stella beat her to the punch. “Really, though? Never even a kiss?”

“Well, okay, there was one kiss,” Emilia admitted.

The younger girl waited expectantly, until it was clear that Emilia would have to tell the story. “It was a few years ago. I was, like, thirteen, I think. There was this girl in my class, Sandy, who I hung out with a bit. One time, I went over to her house and, well… she wanted to try kissing, just to see what it was like, y’know?”

Stella nodded. “That’s kinda how it started with me and Stacy, too!”

“Oh, really?” Emilia made a face. “I guess it worked out better for you guys… Anyway, so, yeah, we kissed. And right when our lips touched — God, her lips were so soft, too  — I knew. Knew that it was always gonna be all about girls for me, y’know? I mean, I kinda knew before, of course, but… at that moment, everything felt so right and perfect, if you know what I mean.” Stella smiled, her expression looked like she did, in fact, know exactly how it felt. “Buuuut… I guess Sandy didn’t feel the same. One kiss, and then her curiosity was satisfied. She thought I was a weirdo when I wanted to do it again.” She sighed. “I was pretty crushed, gotta say…”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Stella said, her voice full of sympathy. She took Emilia’s hand in hers and gave it a squeeze — clearly meant as a comforting gesture, but it mainly served to make Emilia’s heart skip a beat. “Well, that Sandy was a big dummy. Girls are the best!” the young girl added with more levity, apparently now more at ease with her own orientation.

“Thanks, sweetie. So there you have it — the pathetically brief history of my love life,” Emilia said with a self-conscious shrug.

Stella was studying her with an appraising look. A very adult look, even, which made Emilia’s pulse quicken, and alarm bells ring in her head. “Do you, um, want… Would you maybe…” the young girl began, then stopped herself, glancing away.

Emilia had a fairly good idea of what Stella wanted to suggest — and there was only danger in that direction, alluring as it was. Her hand was still touching Stella’s, sending confusing signals to her mind. She needed to take back her hand, use it to set up the next movie, and move on from this awkward situation.

She did none of that. Instead, she said, “What is it, Stel?”

Stella met Emilia’s gaze once more, now blushing a little. “Oh, nothing,” she said quickly with a nervous giggle, suddenly a little girl again.

Emilia barely managed to keep herself from sighing in relief. Okay, now change the subject, for fuck’s sake—

“But…” Stella interrupted, then took a deep breath. “Just, I mean, if you want… You could get another kiss. Right now. You don’t have to be lonely,” she said. Her cheeks had turned scarlet, but her eyes held sensual promises. “Or we could maybe do more. I could show you.” She flashed a flirty smile, just as one of her hands fiddled nervously with a strand of hair — an intoxicating mix of sexiness and childishness.

Emilia stared, swallowed. “I…” she began, then fell silent.

It was out in the open now, the little temptress’ offer. Emilia’s brain was overwhelmed with conflicting emotions. She couldn’t possibly consider having sex with a kid, a part of her mind argued. That was one sexy-as-hell “kid,” though, another part countered — and God, Emilia was so ready to lose her virginity.

“I, err…” she tried again. It wasn’t like she’d be corrupting or perverting an innocent little girl, right? On the contrary, it was Stella doing the seducing! Still, that particular excuse wouldn’t fly at all if they got caught.

“Look, that’s not, um… I could get in huge trouble,” Emilia finally said, though even to her ears, the objection sounded weak.

Stella’s smile only grew wider, as if she’d already won the argument. “I won’t tell if you don’t…” she said, her voice sweet, but her eyes sultry. She’d already had her way with that line once tonight.

Though Emilia had been hunting for details about Stella’s sexual experiences, now it felt like she’d become the prey instead, as if a cute puppy she’d been chasing turned out to be a hungry wolf. Stella’s gaze, erotic beyond her age, was quickly conquering Emilia’s misgivings, and she had to look away for a moment to be able to think at all.

Her eyes drifted to the movie boxes stacked on the coffee table. Too late for that, she thought. Darth Vader stared back from the cover art, his impassive mask offering no help. Yeah, I know what you think about joining the Dark Side. Instead of considering her current predicament, Emilia could only come up with the silly thought that the Empire would have a better public image if their representative was a sexy young girl, rather than a scary dude in a black cape who chokes people with his mind. Closing her eyes for a heartbeat or two, she pictured it.

Stella seemed to take the silence for consent. Rising up to her knees, she leaned in close, so near that Emilia could feel the girl’s breath on her face.

One glance into those beguiling green eyes and Emilia felt her scruples dwindling out. “God, I want you,” she whispered, amazed to hear herself say the words. “I… I really do.”

The big grin of childlike delight on Stella’s face did nothing to assuage her guilt, but then the young girl’s lips brushed hers, and all rational thought fled away.

Suddenly, everything felt right with Emilia’s world as they shared that first, soft kiss. Delicious tingles spread through her body as she reveled in the feel of Stella’s silky lips. Even her breath seemed sweet and refreshing.

Like a nomad dying of thirst who finally stumbles upon an oasis, Emilia couldn’t get enough. As soon as their lips parted, she went back for another kiss, then another, growing more passionate each time, her pulse pounding in her ears. Stella seemed just as eager, returning every kiss with ardor.

Finally they had to break apart, pausing for breath. “Wow,” Emilia said.

“I know! You’re a pretty good kisser. Y’know, for a newbie,” Stella teased.

“Ha! Thanks, teacher,” Emilia said, making the young girl giggle. She was relieved to know that she hadn’t been a disappointment, though. She could scarcely believe what was happening, but knew she wanted more — needed more. She was just about to pull Stella closer for another luscious kiss when she caught sight of their reflection in the large living room window. “Oh, crap…  hey, let’s at least do this away from the window, okay?” Making out with a kid already seemed like poor judgment; doing so where anyone passing by could see them was definitely dumb.

“Okay!” Stella jumped to her feet, extended both hands to Emilia, then practically yanked her up from where she sat. “C’mon!” the girl cried, then immediately began dragging her towards the bedrooms.

Emilia had to smile at Stella’s childish eagerness — as if they were going outside to play kid’s games. For her part, though, she was seething with desire and anticipation. This is it, I’m about to have sex. With an eleven-year-old.

The last traces of her guilt now obliterated by lust, she hurried after Stella.

Continue on to Part Two