Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Misty Meadow

The next Saturday morning, we three went shopping at the Portobello Road street market, where Ursula spent lavishly on us, buying clothes that met her approval. After lunch at a French-style bistro, we took the tube to Oxford Circus and walked to Marks and Spencer’s, Britain’s best loved department store. Dresses, tops, shorts, skirts and even underwear were purchased, but when Ashley demanded that Mum buy her a training bra, her request was denied.

“When you have breasts, I’ll buy you a bra, but not until then,” she firmly said. Ashley’s face fell into a pout. As I recall from my own youth, bras are prestige items for flat-chested girls of twelve.

“I never wear a bra, Ashley,” I said, to console her. “There’s no point. I don’t have enough to fill one.” That made her giggle.

“You’ll grow up to be like her, Ashley,” her mother said. “You have one of those slender frames, like ballet dancers and supermodels, and you’ll be so gorgeous you’ll be beating off men with a stick.” And women, I thought.

As for me, I was expecting a few new items, but Ursula went above and beyond, purchasing what added up to an entire new wardrobe for me. When I saw the receipt, I was positively gobsmacked. “You’re not to ever wear those dreary jeans and worn-out shirts again in my house,” she told me, “not unless you’re doing yard work!”

I was thrilled. Now I could abandon my slightly butch look and transform myself into a femme. It made me glad that I’d never cut my hair short. From then on I wore sundresses, or hot pants with short camisoles that revealed my belly button, or mini skirts to show off my long, slender legs. And, of course, that classic little black dress that’s perfect for every occasion, the one Ursula gave me when we first saw each other naked.

*****

Ashley and I had developed a kind of code with our doors. If my bedroom door was shut, she had to knock, and if there was no reply, I was either out or I didn’t want to see her (though the odds of the latter were next to nil). If it was open, however, she could just walk right in. Usually it was open. The same rule applied to her room, as well as the bath that we shared.

I’d occasionally leave the bathroom door open, so that Ashley could get a glimpse of me in my undies, or even in the nude. She was a little more circumspect when it came to her own privacy, and though I longed to see her naked, it never seemed to happen — though I did catch sight of her in panties from time to time.

Weekday mornings didn’t provide much in the way of bathroom intimacy. I’d wake her up and go downstairs to make breakfast, then she’d come downstairs dressed in her short, dark pleated skirt, white cotton blouse and navy blue blazer with its school badge. White ankle socks made her outfit a lot sexier than the school board had ever intended.

We’d share a lovely morning meal together, then I’d escort Ashley to school. She’d always take my hand as I walked with her, and I felt proud to be in the presence of this little angel.

But I didn’t make any kind of move on her, not yet. It was too early. I had to cement my relationship with her mum first, so that if, at some later date, Ashley and I were caught in a compromising situation, I’d have the leverage I needed to stay out of jail.

*****

I was playing a serious game of seduction with Ursula, though I always maintained the outward appearance of a model employee. I found out from Ashley that she thought highly of me, and one day I happened to hear Ursula on the phone, telling a friend that I was, “an absolute treasure — the best au pair I’ve ever had.”

There were evenings when Ursula would be out at the theatre, a dinner party or some other social event, and wouldn’t get back until after I’d gone to bed. However, she did spend some nights at home. Those evenings, while Ashley was sleeping, I’d commit some outrageous act of lewd sexual conduct, displaying my nude or partially nude body to her. For example, one night I slipped into Ursula’s bedroom while she was reading and stood before her, dressed only in my white cotton Marks and Spencer’s knickers, which I then slowly tugged down to my knees. She could only stare with hungry eyes as my freshly shaved cunt was put on display for her, bit by bit. I slowly trailed a finger through my slit, brought it to my lips to taste, then turned and left the room without a word.

The more I teased her, the more attractive I found her. Eventually, I allowed Ursula to touch me for the first time. It happened in her den, a small lounge that she’d converted into a cozy little office. I’d just brought her a drink as she toiled away at her computer, and as I stood next to her, she reached out to touch my knee. I could have moved away, but instead chose to let her slide that hand up the inside of my thigh until she reached the gates of heaven. She pressed her fingers against the crotch of my knickers, which were already moist.

I bent down to whisper in her ear, “Care to take a shower with me?”

Her face seemed to glow with mixed excitement and anticipation — but Ursula kept her cool, simply saying “Why, yes, I do believe I would enjoy that… very much.” Switching off the computer with a few deft flicks of her fingers, she rose to her feet and took my hand, leading me into the tiled paradise that was her bathroom.

She lovingly undressed me and let me do the same to her, then we climbed into a shower cubicle spacious enough to accomodate a racehorse. There, under the hot waterfall, she and I soaped each other all over until her hand strayed between my thighs — then, she hesitated.

“Go on,” I said, “wash my cunt. Get it clean, deep inside. Put your fingers into me.” A choked gasp escaped my throat as Ursula did just that, penetrating me with a single twisting thrust. It felt heavenly. “Ah, yes, that feels so fucking good. Fuck me, lover, fuck me with your fingers! Oh, my God, I’m gonna come!” I wasn’t faking it, either — she really did get me off in a big way. Then I got her to lean against the wall of the shower and did her from behind with three fingers, pumping hard and fast until I’d made her come twice.

Somehow, I was able to wall off my intense love for Ashley from my mere physical attraction to Ursula, and thus I felt no guilt at all about seducing the mother. I told myself it was just the means to an end, a way to ensure that she would come to trust me implicitly, allowing me unfettered access to her daughter.

One late night, I heard Ursula coming up to the second floor, an area she seldom visited. I quickly slipped into the bathroom, leaving the door open, pulled my knickers down to my ankles and sat on the loo, leaning back, waiting. She came in, her face alight with pure lust, and dropped to her knees in front of me. I spread my knees apart and slid my bum to the edge of the toilet seat, presenting myself to her. She leaned in and began to lick me.

The whole thing was insanely hot. There I was, having my cunt licked by my cultured, sophisticated, almost aristocratic employer, who was down on her knees in obeisance, worshiping me. Worshiping my cunt.

Sensing that I was close to climax, she lifted her head. “Come for me, Misty. Let me make you come, my sexy lesbian angel. God, I want you so fucking much.” And she pressed her mouth into my dripping hole once more, probing me with an eager tongue. I came in seconds. She carried me through the earthquake of my orgasm, them sat back, a look of perfect happiness on her face.

The following night, after she was asleep, I crept naked into her bedroom and carefully slipped between the sheets. She came awake with a start. I put my mouth close to her ear and whispered, “I’m gonna eat your pussy, Mrs. Urquart.” My pretence at formality only added spice to what I was about to do. “I’m gonna lick your hot, wet cunt, and then I’m gonna suck on your clit until you blow up like a fireworks factory accident! Now lie back, lock your fingers behind your head and spread those legs nice and wide.”

I went down on her with all the lust I’d been holding in these last few weeks, my tongue savagely probing her and attacking her clit like a mini punch bag, working four fingers deep inside her cunt. She was so wet that I was able to fold my thumb in and press my whole hand into her vagina, up to my wrist. I’d always wondered if fisting would be painful, but Ursula took my invasion without a word of complaint. She came so hard that I was nearly thrown from the bed. Hell, I came without even touching myself, lost in the pure lewdness of it all.

Afterwards, she invited me to stay with her for the rest of the night, but I declined. I told her I didn’t want this thing between us to burn out too quickly, insisting that we needed to ration ourselves to one or two nights a week. I didn’t tell her it was because I wanted to be near Ashley.

*****

Ursula was now practically eating out of my hand, though outwardly we maintained the employer/employee façade. She’d given me a pay raise and was regularly presenting me with gifts, dresses, a pair of expensive pumps to match the little black dress, some costume jewelry and a watch. I continued to do as good a job as possible with my chores, while attending AA meetings regularly.

One evening, I invited Ursula and Ashley to an ‘open’ meeting, one where non-alcoholics could attend, and the group secretary invited me to be the principal speaker. I shared my history with the whole room.

“My name’s Misty, and I’m an alcoholic,” I began in the traditional way. I was a little nervous about sharing the sordid details of my past with Ashley — there are things I did during my days of heavy boozing that still shame me to think on them — but in the end, I felt it was best to be honest about myself with the girl I loved. Besides, I figured that this was an ideal way to let her know, in a subtle way, that I was a lesbian.

When I finished, everyone applauded, and little Ashley stood, clapping as hard as she could, a beaming smile on her face.

On the way home, she practically gushed about how brave I’d been, how impressed she was that I’d turned my life around. My strategy had paid off; Ashley had a higher opinion of me than ever.

Now I was practically a member of the family. It was time to make my move.

Funny thing, though — Ashley beat me to it. The very next afternoon, in Ashley’s bedroom, after she’d done her homework, I stood, stretched and, said, “Good job, love… now I need to take a shower.”

“I need a shower, too!” she exclaimed. Did she anticipate my next question? Before I could ask, she said, “Hey, let’s shower together. It’ll be fun!”

Fun? That was her word for it? Would winning the lottery be “fun”? Will heaven be “fun”?

Whatever her reasons, this was an opportunity I’d have been a cretin to pass up. “Sure!” I replied, lifting my sundress over my head and carelessly casting it aside. I sat down on the end of her bed in my knickers and watched Ashley she dropped her skirt and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Beneath it was a white cotton tank top vest, making her seem more like a little girl than ever.

“Oh, Ashley,” I gushed, “you’ve no idea how cute you look.”

She glanced at herself in the mirrored closet doors, then back at me. “You mean ‘sexy’,” she said, grinning.

“Oh, that too. You’re incredibly sexy.”

“I know you think that. Know how I know? Cause of the way you look at me.”

My pulse was beginning to race. “Look at you? Like how?”

“It’s something in your eyes… like you’re starving and I’m a big, sizzling steak.”

“Oh, you certainly sizzle, Ashley.”

Giggling, she turned to face me as she slid her knickers down, stepping out of them and tossing the plain white underpants over to me. They were warm from her body, and it took every ounce of strength I had to keep from pressing them to my face, breathing in her sweet scent. Instead, I carefully placed them on her bed.

Meanwhile, Ashley was lifting her vest over her head, then shaking her hair free — taking her time, as if she didn’t want me to miss a thing.

“Ta-daah!” she sang, stretching her arms out wide as her vest hit the floor. “Whoopee, now I’m naked! Am I still sexy?”

“Oh, my God,” I whispered, scarcely able to breathe. “You’re… you’re perfect.”

I was unable to tear my eyes away from her body. She had the figure of a young boy — thin limbs, flat chest, narrow hips and no pubic hair in sight. How could I have forgotten how lovely, how desirable little girls are? I asked myself.

She aroused an intense fire of lust in me, making my body throb like heavy machinery. My cunt was already dripping wet, and if she’d stood there for a few more seconds, I think I’d have come, hands off, just from the sight of her. Staring all the while, I rose to my feet, stripped off my own knickers, then straightened, silently presenting myself.

Ashley’s gaze ran up and down my body — making me shiver, stripping me even nuder than I already was.

“No, I’m not perfect,” she said, suddenly serious. “I’m too thin. It’s you — you’re the one who’s perfect.”

I took hold of her hands, pulled her close to me and looked down into her big, dark eyes. Her body was just inches from mine.

“I like thin girls,” I said, my voice soft and warm. “I especially like slender girls who aren’t shy about being naked, girls like us who love to show themselves off without a stitch of clothing, girls who are proud of their bodies — who know how to melt another girl’s heart, just by letting her look.” I put my hands on her waist. “I like girls who are blossoming, just on the verge of becoming women.” I let my palms slip around her body, then slide down to cup her pert bottom. “I like girls with nice firm bums.” I squeezed her buttocks, drawing her body firmly against my own, then ran my hands up the sides of her torso. “I like a girl whose ribs I can count, girls with perfectly flat chests.” My thumbs found her nipples, teased them. “Girls whose breasts will one day develop into sweet little boobs, with hard nipples for me to play with.” I could her breathing quicken as my arms twined around her back. “And I like girls with pretty red lips, lips that are begging to be kissed.”

Ashley’s face was tilted up to mine, her eyes shining as if she’d been enchanted. The moment was right, the stars in perfect alignment.

I bent down until my mouth met hers in a tender kiss. Her lips were soft and warm, slightly parted, inviting the tip of my tongue to gently probe inside and touch the tip of hers, like a handsome prince meeting his princess for the first time. Through her nose, Ashley’s warm breath bathed my cheek. I swore for an instant that I could feel the excited beat of her heart as she pressed her body against mine. Gently breaking our kiss, I opened my eyes to gaze into hers again, then ran one hand over her hip, across her flat tummy and down to her hairless mound.

I spoke again. “But best of all, I like innocent little girls like you, still baby-smooth between their legs, who’ve never enjoyed the tender touch of another girl’s hand on their sweet treasure.” My hand was covering her slit, the middle finger gliding along its length. I let my finger tip gently move up and down, parting her moist lips without actually penetrating her.

Her body trembled, and then she said something that I’ll never forget. “Oh, Misty…” she whispered, “I love you. I think I’ve been in love with you since the moment we met.”

“I love you too, my darling, from right when you walked in through the front door on that first afternoon.”

We never made it into the shower. I backed my little lover up until her calves hit the end of the bed and she fell backwards, pulling me with her. I rolled to one side to take my weight off her and we kissed again. This time she thrust her tongue deep into my mouth, then sucked on mine.

I felt Ashley lift one leg, pushing it between my thighs, against my cunt. I responded, pressing my own thigh between hers. We began to move together, our bodies enveloped in a searing blaze of pure lust. I could have fucked her until we both came, right then, right there. But I had a deeper need, one that couldn’t wait.

I broke away from her and rolled onto my side, unable to keep myself from pausing to look at Ashley’s bare body.

She was confused. “What’s the matter? Why’d you stop?”

I placed a reassuring hand on her thigh. “There’s something I’ve wanted to do to you all these weeks, my love… something I dreamed about, that night after we first met.”

With those words, Ashley was all smiles again — so sweetly vulnerable, gazing at me with adoring eyes. “You can do anything you want to me,” she murmured. “Anything at all.”

Leaning in close, I whispered in her ear, “I’m going to kiss you down there.”

I half-expected a measure of reluctance from such an innocent girl, but her face immediately lit up. “Oh, yes! Yes, Misty, do that, please!”

I rose, padded around to the foot of the bed and knelt down on the floor between Ashley’s feet, which were hanging over the end. Without a word, she spread her legs wide apart for me — which caused her slit to open ever so slightly, like a budding pink rose. She was visibly moist. I paused, transfixed by the sight.

My heart soared as a tiny droplet of her nectar oozed forth, slowly trickling down toward the crease of her anus — and I quickly burrowed between my little lover’s thighs to capture it with my tongue, its flavor filling my mouth, making me want more.

Leaning in, I pressed my lips to Ashley’s vagina. My heart was pounding as I penetrated her — slipping my tongue into her, then dragging it up to her tiny clit. I heard her gasp, felt her hips thrust toward me, silently asking for more. So I went to work, going down on her, using every trick I’d ever learned to arouse her, drive her wild.

She was making little mewling noises, digging her fingers into my scalp. “Oh, oh, Misty! I love you so much! D-don’t stop! Ohmigod! Oh, this is s-so…” Her sentence trailed away, left unfinished as she began to shiver, clutching my head as if to make sure that I didn’t stop licking her.

Suddenly she let out a high-pitched shriek, then a long low moan… and I knew that she’d come. My heart swelled with joy. After weeks of unfulfilled longing for this beautiful girl, I’d finally made her mine.

She lay panting, her legs quivering very slightly as I placed a few gentle kisses on her slit. Soon, her breath  grew calm once more, and I lifted my head to get a glimpse of her flushed face.

Her eyes met mine, wide with wonder. “So that’s what an orgasm is like,” she said. “You made me come, Misty, you actually made me come! It was amazing! I’ve never felt anything like that before, not even when I touch myself in bed at night!” She struggled up into a sitting position. “Do it again, Misty, make me come again… no, wait a minute! I wanna make you come. I wanna lick you down there!”

So enthusiastic, so full of life… at that moment, she seemed more like a girl of seven or eight, and it made me love her all the more. “Oh, my sweet darling angel. Yes, do it to me. Make me explode with joy. I’m so turned on, it won’t take long.”

Climbing onto the bed, I stretched out on my back, my thighs spread invitingly. Ashley knelt between them, reaching out to caress my cunt. “You have such a pretty pussy, Misty…” she whispered, then bent down to take that first kiss.

She did to me exactly what I’d done to her, copying my techniques like the brilliant student she was, driving me crazy until an orgasm swept me away like a tsunami, enveloping me in a liquid wave of pure lust. When I came back to the surface, gasping for breath, she was lying next to me, her head on my chest, toying with one of my nipples.

“I’m in heaven, Misty,” she said. “I’m sooo in love with you. I’ll always love you, until the day I die.”

Or until puberty hits, I thought, and you discover boys. Frowning, I pushed that ugly thought out of my head. I was in love with her just as much as she loved me, and I wasn’t going to spoil things by worrying about the future.

And speaking of the future… I stole a glance at the clock above Ashley’s desk.

“Let’s take that shower we were talking about before, Ashley… we need to get this sex smell washed off. If your mum caught a whiff of us now, she’d know exactly what we just did.”

“Oh, yeah… I guess we better, huh?”

Turning to Ashley, I gave her what I hoped was a sobering look. “Listen to me, love. You and I have to be scrupulously careful not to let her find out about this… or anyone else, for that matter. What we just did could put me in jail for a long time.”

“I’d never tell Mum a thing — or anyone else.”

“Good girl. But don’t forget, she could also figure it out if we accidentally left a clue behind.”

She knitted her brow. “Like what?”

“Like leaving my knickers in your room.” I rolled off the bed and looked for them. Turned out they’d somehow been kicked under the bed. Placing them with the rest of my clothes, I took Ashley’s hand and pulled her to her feet, embraced and kissed her, then led her into the bathroom.

Washing her all over was a thrill all of its own. I soaped her, every little bit of her, from between her toes to shampooing her hair. I closely inspected every inch of her body, running my fingers around her armpits to see if she was ticklish there (she was), kneeling before her to look for pubic hair and happily finding none. I burned the memory into my brain so I’d be able to lie in my bed and use images of this wet, naked nymph to bring myself off. Finally I rinsed her off, and we shared a long, deep kiss.

Ashley was impatient to wash me so I stood, leaning back against the tiles, my feet spread far apart, She took the bottle of grapefruit-scented liquid soap, squirted a generous amount into the palm of her hand and began to lather me all over. She did a good but somewhat perfunctory until she came to my cunt — then she dropped to her knees, spread me open and inserted one, then two fingers inside. “Give me another,” I told her, and it slid in with ease.

I thought about getting Ashley to fist me. It was something I’d fantasised about (all the more so since I did it to her mother), but I’d never had a lover who could have gotten her hand into my vagina without wrecking me inside… not until now. I was sure Ashley would be willing, too, but that might’ve been a bridge too far. It would hurt, at least somewhat, and I’d have some difficulty persuading her that the pain was worth it. She was only twelve, after all — still a little girl in so many ways, still with an air of innocence that I found so endearing, so exciting.

Oh, well. I’d file my fisting fantasy away for another time. Instead, I would teach her another way to pleasure a woman…

“Let me show you this special way that one girl can fuck another, Ashley. It’s amazing. If you do it properly, I’ll go off like a rocket.”

“Cool!” she squealed, looking up at me. “What is it? What do I do?”

I gently grasped her wrist. “First, pull out for a second.” She gave a little pout, but did as I asked. “Oh, don’t fret, girl — you’ll be back in there soon enough.” That made her giggle. “Okay, now with your hand like this,” I turned her wrist so that her palm faced upward, “put your pointer and your middle finger back in, all the way.” As she entered me, I began to rub my clit. “Now… hook the tips of those finger toward yourself, and press hard.” She did, and a surge of ecstasy began to swiftly rise through me, stealing my breath away. ”Oh, yes, just like that!” I tweaked my clit, adding fuel to the fire — and that’s when it hit me.

My knees buckled and I nearly slid to the floor as another orgasm blew me to bits, ranting at Ashley all the while. “Ohhhhh! Oh, Ashley that f-feels so wonderful, m-my God yes, I’m — I’m coming!” Blindly reaching out, I seized my young lover, pulled her to me and held her body against mine as I shook helplessly.

As my pleasure faded to a warm glow, I allowed myself to slump down the tiled wall of the shower cubicle until I was sitting on the floor. I took a few deep breaths, then opened my eyes.

Ashley was looking at me, a mixture of adoration and pride on her face.

“I like making you come,” she murmured. “It’s almost as good as coming myself.” She glanced between my legs. “Um… can I have my hand back, pretty please?”

Oops. I didn’t realize that Ashley’s fingers were still buried in my cunt. With a sheepish smile, I parted my legs, allowing her to withdraw from me.

Emerging from the shower, we took turns drying each other off, exchanged a few more kisses, then went to our respective rooms to dress. Once I’d tidied myself up, I made my way downstairs to fix dinner, practically walking on air with each step.

Continue on to Chapter 3

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By Amanda

1796 – New York 

My shames were never-ending, it seemed, in Josephine’s care. I had been there a month and had been allowed only on Mondays to don clothing. She would take me with her to the weekly party where I served the tea, and when I did not have other duties I would kneel quietly next to her.

We would no sooner enter the coach to return home than she would order me out of my dress. Perhaps the sole saving grace was that I knew Josephine employed only women in her home, save the coach driver.

I was bathed and perfumed every day, as I believe she was as well. I would take breakfast in my room, served by Sandra, and then I was expected to join Josephine in her parlor. I would kneel at her feet as she read to me or played her harp. Often she would order me to serve her, and dutifully I obliged.

If she toured her estate, I could always be found in tow, five paces behind her. If she visited her stables or her kennels, there I was, my head bowed, my eyes lowered, five paces behind her, expected to silently accompany her.

I endured the giggles and insults and prodding of the women at the tea party, as they knew what Josephine did with me, but in their teasing I could hear some element of envy. Josephine was not unlike Catherine in many respects, and there were those who would give anything to take my place.

I must admit that at the time I doubted what I might be learning, but was determined to persevere. Catherine occupied a nearly godlike place in my heart and she had endured this very treatment. It had served to make her strong and confident and if it could do that for her, surely it would do the same for me.

I met with what I believe even to this day to be the greatest humiliation I endured on a particular Monday after our tea party when Josephine did not order me to undress once we reached the coach. It was fall and cooler now, and so I assumed she pitied my nakedness in the cold air. Indeed throughout the winter I was allowed to remain in my underclothing in both home and coach, but that was not why she let me keep my dress on that evening.

We rode through Manhattan until we came to an alley where the coachman stopped and helped us out. I could hear laughter and noise coming from the building across the street, and looking at it, I found it was a tavern. I wondered as we approached if this place was at all like Catherine’s, though I had been told that no such place existed in New York City.

We entered to find a very ordinary tavern. Josephine ordered ale for us and we sat quietly at a table drinking while a man played the piano and a woman sang. I did not know it, but Josephine had a reason for bringing us here. She knew people all over the city, and not all of them were the very rich.

A bar maid approached the table and Josephine smiled up at her. The girl sat down, averting her eyes from my escort but looking me over carefully. “This is Caroline,” Josephine told me.

“Pleased to meet you,” I said. She smiled and bowed her head quickly. Her attention, though not her eyes, returned to Josephine.

“M’lady, I did not expect to see you again,” she said.

“Come now, dear, you know you’ll always be near to my heart.”

The girl smiled but kept her eyes low. I watched this quietly, believing that this girl must have been under my mistress’s care at some time. I felt a note of jealousy, and it surprised me. More so, I wondered why we were here.

Caroline brought us another ale each. She joined us again and I noticed that the bartender scowled but did not say anything. The girl sat sipping rum while we drank.

I had begun feeling a bit dizzy by the time we left the tavern. Caroline came with us. Josephine stopped us in the alley before we reached the carriage and pressed the bar maid against the wall. She kissed her as she reached between the girl’s legs and massaged her sex. Caroline gave a shudder and immediately began rocking her hips. “Oh, how I’ve missed you, m’lady,” she whispered.

My mistress stepped away from the girl, leaving her leaning panting against the wall. “Serve her,” Josephine ordered as she stepped past me.

I gasped and shook my head. We easily could be seen from the street if anyone were to look, and I dared not do such a thing.

“Why do you hesitate?” Josephine growled at me, stepping close. She grabbed my arm and pulled me to where Caroline leaned against the wall. “Serve her,” she spat, as she grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees. I looked up, quite frightened, to find Caroline appearing concerned.

“You’ll get the glove,” she whispered. “Do as she bids.”

“Listen to her, girl,” Josephine said from behind me.

I nodded my head and said what I had come to realize I must always have to say. “If it pleases you, my mistress.”

Filled with shame, I lifted Caroline’s dress, finding that, like my mistress, she wore only a garter belt and stockings. I covered my head with the dress and leaned close. She smelled wonderful and I felt my belly tighten.

I covered her sex with my mouth and began to lick and suck her clitoris. The girl moved her hips in a slow undulation as I lapped at her juices. I could hear her moaning and it excited me.

For all of the shame and fear I felt, I could not help but revel in the act. She tasted wonderful and I so loved performing this forbidden kiss. It was too exquisite to miss out on, and I wondered how normal women managed to find any joy in life at all.

I continued licking her juices and teasing her clitoris with my tongue. My fingers were buried inside her sex and I pumped them in and out as she ground her hips against my hand.

Caroline gasped and began moving more quickly. I increased the pressure I was putting on her sex with my tongue, while driving my fingers deeper within. The girl slapped her hands against the wall and groaned, clearly trying to keep her voice down. I sucked her and drew out her orgasm for as long as I could.

When at last I had finished, I withdrew from under her dress and stood, wiping my chin on my glove. Caroline stood next to me catching her breath. I glanced up at Josephine to see she looked quite satisfied.

“Get in to the coach girl,” she ordered, and I did as I was told.

I listened as the two talked quietly for just a moment before Josephine dismissed the girl. I saw Caroline hurry across the street and back into the tavern. My mistress soon entered the carriage and ordered me out of my clothing.

I had thought as we arrived home that the night had ended. It was late, and when Josephine sent me to my bedchamber, I thought surely I was meant to go to sleep. It was not until several minutes after I had climbed beneath the covers that she came to my room and ordered me out of bed.

She moved toward me slowly, hands behind her back. “I had so feared I would not get to use this on you, girl. After all you’re the perfect slut for me.” She brought her arms forward and on her right hand I saw a long black leather glove. Caroline’s warning immediately sprang to mind.

Josephine grabbed my arm and pushed me over the edge of the bed. I hardly had time to think before she drew back her hand and brought it down upon my bare buttocks with a thunderous slap. I cried out in shock, humiliation, and pain. Again she brought her hand down and I felt tears well in my eyes.

“Don’t cry out again, or it’s two more,” she warned me. “Now thank me for my love.”

“Thank you, mistress,” I sobbed.

“Beg me for another.”

I hesitated, and this was enough to cause her to bring her hand down again. I grunted from the pain.

“Please my mistress, another.” And she obliged. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I was outraged, humiliated, ashamed and worse than anything, rather stimulated. She struck me three more times, forcing me to thank her and beg for more.

“You swore an oath,” she said, pulling me up and turning me about. “From now on, you shall always do as you are told, shall you not?”

Tears in my eyes, I was trembling and sobbing, but nodded my head dutifully. “If it pleases you, my mistress.”

I slept little that night. In the morning when Sandra opened the heavy curtains over my windows, she found me lying on my belly, naked in my bed, tear stains dried on my cheeks. I hardly noticed the mournful look she gave me.

“We’ve all had the glove,” she said sadly as she sat down next to me.

“You were her student?”

“It does not matter,” Sandra responded, shaking her head. She began stroking my back, and this comforted me. Fresh tears rolled down my cheeks. “Still, it is not such a bad place to be, miss.”

I looked up at her and tried to smile. “Did you know what she was when you came here?” I asked.

“We’re all here because of her… appetites.” She looked down at me. “None of us on the staff would choose a man if there was any other option. She finds us… I don’t know how.” A smile played at her lips. “She does take good care of us, miss.”

“Have you ever been with any woman save her?”

“Indeed. She hosts small gatherings from time to time. When she hasn’t a… student, then Temperance and I entertain her guests.”

“Entertain?” I asked, afraid to know. Sandra giggled. She parted her lips and wiggled her tongue quickly, then glanced down between her legs.

“Come, miss, it’s time to bathe.”

Sandra bathed me as usual, but somehow seemed more gentle that day. Most of the time it seemed dutiful, done with such care as one might clean dishes. Today though it was, almost, loving.

For weeks, I followed Josephine’s every instruction. I curtsied, I thanked her for her harshness, I followed behind her, all the while naked. I realized as time went on that my nakedness did not shame me as once it had. When she was away in town, I often strode about, speaking with confidence to the staff. But it was never far from my mind, what I was. “If it pleases you, my mistress.” The words rang in my head. I went to sleep with that being the last thing I said, and woke whispering them.

I had been warned that Josephine held small parties at her home on occasion. I also understood that I, being her student, would provide the entertainment in the form of carnal delights. I was afraid. I did not know what would be expected of me exactly, as Sandra had not been clear.

Soon I would find out, however. On a particular night, I would learn everything. I was made up and given a lovely wig to wear. I was not provided clothing, though, and felt a bit of trepidation at the thought of appearing naked before the women of the tea party.

They began to arrive just after sunset. I was to greet them at the door and escort them to the parlor. No one seemed to notice my nakedness. Or at least, much to my relief, they did not speak of it.

When everyone was accounted for, I left the entry hall and joined the others in the parlor, kneeling at Josephine’s feet. She treated us all to absinthe that night and we were quite dazed when we were called for dinner.

Josephine’s students did receive one honor amid their shames. At dinner parties they sat at her right hand. Thus, naked and silent, I took my place.

We ate with occasional conversation. Or, should I say instead, we ate, and they conversed. I was to remain strictly silent, lest I offend one of her guests. It was a fine meal, and when it was done we were served another helping of absinthe. I was feeling dizzy and quite warm. There was sweat on my forehead when we returned to Josephine’s parlor.

They traded tales of their travels and lives. It was then I learned that not only had Constance been married, but Mary had as well. The difference was that Mary had left her husband in London shortly after meeting Constance. They had never divorced but she had not seen him in eight years.

The other girls proved to be equally as colorful. I could hardly help myself enjoying the tales when my place in the house was made clear to me again.

Ruth stood up and glanced at Josephine. My mistress tapped my shoulder and leaned close. “Find Sandra and do as Ruth bids you,” she ordered. I nodded my head, of course, and spoke my motto.

We left the parlor and went straight to the kitchen where Sandra was helping with the night’s dishes. “Sandra,” I called. She looked up at me, then over my shoulder at Ruth. She quickly bowed her head and followed us up to one of the house’s many guest rooms.

Sandra knelt and motioned for me to do the same. “How may we please you, m’lady?” she asked.

“Oh, dear, how indeed,” came the reply. “I do so love to see a lady lower herself to make love to the help.”

I supposed that I must be the lady. This was not so terrible, I thought to myself. Sandra was a sweet girl, and I had made love in front of others more than once. The maid and I began to kiss and caress one another. I had no clothing to remove, but it was almost instinctive for me to begin removing Sandra’s dress.

“Call her your slut,” Ruth whispered. I was not sure whom she had addressed until I glanced at her and found she was looking at me.

“It’s fine, miss. I shan’t be hurt,” Sandra whispered in my ear.

“You’re my slut, aren’t you,” I said, trying to sound alluring. Sandra nodded her head in silence. “Say it. Say you’re my slut.”

“Indeed, miss, I shall always be your slut.”

During that moment I felt a kind of power. It was most unusual. I found that I could understand the appeal of having a sexual slave. A girl who would do your bidding no matter what you asked. One who was totally subservient to you. I understood that appeal, though did not find it especially appealing myself.

I lay with Sandra on the bed, I on my back, she on top of me, each with her face buried in the crotch of the other. I thought that this might be all that Ruth would want, when I felt her climbing onto the bed. I looked to find her undressing. In a moment she had taken Sandra’s place between my legs.

“And sometimes, I must admit,” she began, “I enjoy being the lady degraded.” She provided expert service to my sex, and I could tell this was something that she was dearly enjoying.

As I lay there enjoying Ruth’s attentions, Sandra began to buck her hips more deliberately. She was kneeling over me and I found I could not use my fingers easily. I lapped at her opening and drove my tongue deep inside. She sighed softly, then fell forward shuddering and trembling.

When she lay down on the bed, I smiled to myself. I liked her, and I was glad I had gotten the chance to gratify her. It was not long before, with the taste of Sandra’s sex still on my lips, I began to feel an orgasm building within me. I rocked my hips and raised my knees. Ruth drove her fingers deep inside my body and I pushed hard against her hand.

As I cried out with ecstasy, Ruth reached even more deeply into me and sucked hard on my clitoris. Waves of pleasure washed over me and I climaxed a second time almost immediately.

I pulled myself up and sat smiling down at Ruth. She lay on the bed on her back looking up at me and smiling back. I looked over to see Sandra watching us intently.

“Sandra dear,” I began. Her attention focused on me. “Be a dear and serve her, do you mind?” Sandra nodded happily and began making her way down Ruth’s body, kissing and licking her.

When she had reached the woman’s sex and began to provide her the tender attention I had enjoyed, I moved across the bed and began kissing Ruth’s mouth. Our tongues seemed to struggle together. When we parted, I moved down her throat, gently kissing her, until I reached her breasts and covered a nipple with my mouth, rolling the other between my fingers.

The woman grunted and moaned. She thrashed her body and I felt myself stimulated by her response to our efforts. I turned my attention to her other nipple and began moving my hand down her body to stroke her belly.

Ruth arched her back, thrusting her sex toward Sandra. I covered her mouth with my own as she climaxed under the maid’s attentions. When I broke our kiss, she opened her eyes and smiled up at me. She then reached down between her legs and coaxed Sandra to slide up and lie with her.

We remained there for a time before Josephine found us all in the guest room. “Come along, Ruth dear, you can’t stay with them all night,” she said. Ruth obliged, calling on Sandra to help her get dressed.

The maid returned to her duties and I mine. I was called on again that night, by Helen, but she made the entire experience feel as if I were doing a tedious chore, and I must say I was all too glad when it was over and she left me alone on the bed without a word.

I had been in Josephine’s home exactly two months. I awoke to Sandra opening the curtains. I rolled on my back and smiled as I stretched. Sandra soon came to my bedside and waited quietly for me to get up. By now she had already drawn my bath.

I got up and crossed the room to where my tub sat. I lowered myself into the warm water closing my eyes and waiting for Sandra to begin washing me. I enjoyed her soft touch as she cleaned me. After some time she reached between my legs with a cloth to wash my sex, and I opened my eyes. She stared at me as she moved her hand slowly between my legs.

We were both caught up in the moment but that was all it could be, a moment. “Forgive me, miss,” she said pulling her hand away. “We’d both get the glove if the mistress knew.” I understood. When ordered to do so I could make love to anyone at all, but only when under Josephine’s orders.

Disappointed and feeling that we would never be able to simply enjoy making love, I climbed from the tub and dried myself. I walked with Sandra to the dining hall and waited patiently for Josephine to join me.

“Do you know how long you’ve been with me?” she asked. I was not sure if I were meant to answer. Eventually she gestured with her hand permitting me to speak.

“Two months today is it not, mistress?”

“Indeed. Your initiation time has ended and now the real training shall begin.” She finished her meal, then lit a cigar before speaking again. “We have so short a time together, girl, I simply cannot take more of it to prepare you.”

Prepare me? I thought. I wondered what terrible things I would endure now if my past two months had been but preparation. What would she ask of me now? I felt fear. I felt as if perhaps I had made a grave error in judgement by agreeing to come into her home.

“Tonight I shall grant you the freedom to do anything you would like to do,” she laughed. “I’ve seen the way you look upon Sandra. Well, tonight shall be your only chance…”

“If it pleases you, my mistress,” I said. I did not need to consider any other possibilities.

“It does, girl.” She drew on her cigar.

I was quite excited by the prospect of having Sandra to myself that night. I could only hope that she would want it. This was not the same as the party, where we were performing our duties. That night I should only make love to her if she so desired.

The day wore on slowly and I found myself touring the grounds with Josephine. We passed the kennels and I noticed that one of the bitches had born her pups. I was happy for Josephine as I knew she had paid a handsome sum for the stud services of the father. It added new blood to the line she was developing, though, and that was critical.

We finished our tour with the stables. I loved the steeds. I had never had any interest when I was with Catherine, but since coming here I had begun to enjoy feeding them hay from my hand and sugar cubes as well.

“Come along, girl,” Josephine ordered. I brushed my hands together and turned, waiting until she took five steps before I followed. I had to be careful because she had not granted me freedom until the evening, and even then I was not sure exactly what she considered free. What was worse, I daren’t ask, as she had yet to grant me permission to speak.

We entered the house and I took my place at her feet in the parlor as she read to me. When she had finished the chapter she was reading, she moved to her harp and began strumming it.

I watched her, wondering about her. Catherine had been neath her wing a time and Madeline learned from Catherine. They both chose to dress as men, but Josephine did no such thing and did not dress me at all. I wondered to myself if I would wish to dress as a man when I was done with my time here. I hoped not, as I did so love being a proper lady.

I had also come to understand why both Catherine and Madeline insisted on bathing very nearly every day. It seemed to me that this was learned from Josephine. I did not mind, though. A warm bath every day felt wonderful and seemed to soothe me.

“Have you something to say, girl?” Josephine asked, pausing from the harp. She’d apparently noticed that I seemed to be contemplating something.

“If it pleases you, my mistress.”

“It does, girl.”

“May I wear a dress tonight?” My heart was pounding in my chest. I was afraid she would deny me.

“Of course, girl, all the more enjoyable to take you out of.” I bowed my head and remained in my place until dinner was called.

While I ate, I found myself becoming quite excited at the thought of coming to Sandra properly dressed. I could only hope that she would fancy it and wish to come to my bed.

When we finished, Josephine took me up to my room and rang the servants’ bell. Sandra came right away, but was sent to get Temperance instead. Tonight Sandra would not be a servant. Her only duty was to herself.

I was brought my finest dress, the lovely red one made of velvet, the one in which I had first appeared before Josephine. With Temperance’s help I donned it, and then they departed the room, leaving me alone. I was left to approach Sandra by myself. Josephine would not come with me, as this was not to be a mandate of hers.

Sandra had been dismissed early from her duties and I knew I would find her in her room in the servant’s quarters. I went to her door and tapped it gently with my gloved hand. A moment passed and she answered, surprised to see me. I think it had not occurred to her why she had been given the night off.

“You look lovely, miss,” she said, smiling at me.

“Thank you, Sandra, but tonight you must call me Elizabeth.”

“As you wish, miss.” She curtsied quickly, but I shook my head.

“No, you must see me as the same as you tonight.”

She looked at me a moment, curious.

“Will you come to the parlor with me, m’lady?” I asked, offering my arm to her.

She stood a time staring at me before she took my arm and allowed me to accompany her to the parlor. When we arrived, we found Josephine playing her harp. I saw Sandra to a sofa, then went to my mistress. She looked up at me and nodded my permission to speak.

“If it pleases you, my mistress,” I said.

“It does.”

“Might I beg a taste of your absinthe for myself and my companion?”

Josephine smiled, almost laughing, and gestured toward the mantle upon which the bottle sat. She stood from the stool before the instrument, looking first to me and then Sandra.

“And I,” she said happily, “I bid you both good night.”

My lovely companion’s eyes widened slightly, and I could see that she was quite confused by all that was happening.

I began to blow out the candles until the room was lit by only a few. I came to Sandra on the sofa and knelt before her, taking her hand. I pressed my lips to her fingers and kissed, keeping my eyes on her. She giggled, blushed, and shied from my gaze. “Miss, what are you doing?” she asked.

“I fear I am doing the best job of courtship I might in the short time we have,” I told her.

“Courtship, miss?”

“I beg you, m’lady, call me Elizabeth tonight.”

She nodded her head briefly.

“Have none of her other students ever fancied you, dear?” I asked.

“No, I should say not,” she replied. “And she often uses me in her games with them. So I beg you, do not take a shine to me either, for I fear that I shall be made to do terrible things to you.”

“If it is you, m’lady, I think it shall not be so terrible,” I smiled.

I did not want to think about what was in my future. I wanted only to focus on this night and my short time of freedom. I stood and began to lay pillows upon the floor. I took the absinthe, the spoon, the sugar, and the glasses, and set them close by then went to Sandra.

“Come dear, sit with me a time.” I took her hand and led her to the pillows where we sat.

We talked quietly, as I attempted to get her to call me Elizabeth, but she could not. In time we drank the absinthe and, giddy with it, began to kiss as we lay in the pillows.

This is what I wanted, but I had to know if it was her desire as well. “Sandra, look at me,” I told her, holding her chin and tilting her head toward me. “You mustn’t think this is your duty, dear. If you do not desire me, you must tell me so.”

She looked long into my eyes. I feared she was building the courage to tell me she did not want this when she smiled. “I do desire you, miss,” she finally said. “You are ever so lovely and kind.”

I smiled as I blushed. I was dizzy from the drink as I began kissing her again. But I did not want to make love here. I wanted her to join me in my bed. If she did, then no matter what happened, every time I lay in it I would have her memory to comfort me.

I replaced the absinthe and its paraphernalia, then helped Sandra to her feet. I offered my arm and after blowing out all but one of the candles, which I took with us for light, I led her to my room.

I set the candle upon the night table next to my bed and turned to her. She looked so beautiful in the flickering light my heart nearly skipped a beat. “Sandra, I want you so,” I said as I pressed my lips to hers. Our tongues met and I pulled her close.

I began to help her off with her dress, then slid her onto my bed, keeping my lips pressed to hers. “Do you truly want me, miss?” she asked, pulling away.

“Like nothing I’ve ever known,” I told her. “You make me quiver with excitement.”

“As do you for me.”

She started to undo my dress and I shed it as quickly as I could. I nearly laughed as Josephine’s words repeated in my head: ‘All the more enjoyable to take you out of.’

I hardly felt a thing being naked before her, but I could tell that she was shy even in the candlelight. “So lovely,” I whispered. I crawled over her, licking her flesh as I did. She trembled beneath me, encouraging me.

Our lips and tongues met again. I caressed her breasts and rolled her nipples between my fingers. Her lips quavered and her breath grew short. I felt her soft hands running along my sides while we kissed deeply.

I slid down and encompassed a nipple with my mouth, suckling it, biting it playfully and lapping at it. She ran her fingers through my hair and that was almost more exciting to me than her nails dragging along my back.

I took my time, kissing and licking down her body until I came to her mons. I ran my fingers through her soft hair then teased her sex. “I beg you, miss,” she whispered. “I beg you, no.”

I bit at her thighs and dragged my tongue around her folds. As she grew more stimulated she would become wetter and that was what I wanted.

At long last, I leaned forward and pushed my tongue deep into her. She drew a long deep breath and pushed herself toward me. I drew my tongue up and swirled it around her clitoris, rewarded by her moans and her juices.

I lapped at her as if I needed her sex to sustain me, and at that moment perhaps I did. I pushed my fingers deep within her, sliding them in and out slowly at first, but growing in speed and depth as she rocked her hips more furiously.

She hooked her knees over my shoulders, and I remember thinking to myself how wonderful it felt. She urged me forward, rocking her hips faster now. I knew her orgasm to be building as she moaned and gasped.

Sandra clutched at the bed sheets and pushed her sex toward me. She was digging her heels into my back and I was loving the sweet pain of it.

Her legs fell from my back, and I rose up smiling down on her. I kissed her body and climbed over her until I could kiss her lips.

“Oh, miss, you’re so wonderful,” she said breathlessly. I kissed her again. She shifted on the bed, sliding her leg between mine, and one of mine between hers in turn. She lifted her thigh until she could press it against my sex and began rocking on the bed in steady rhythm.

I moved with her, then realized that she had pressed her own sex into my leg. I found myself even more excited knowing we were both sharing in the same sensations.

We kissed and I held and squeezed her breasts as she teased my nipples with her fingers. I could feel her wetness on my leg. The knowledge of it inspired me to move faster and press harder against her thigh.

We rocked and kissed, our tongues tangling together until at last I began to feel that first tingle that told me a climax was not far off. I bent my head down, laying my forehead against her chest and pushing harder against her leg. She began to grind on my thigh with more force.

Knowing that she to grew close pushed me over the edge, and within only a moment I trembled and shuddered with my orgasm.

I had hardly begun when Sandra threw back her head and thrust her nethers hard against my leg. We moved together in time with one another, kissing as we climaxed.

In time it subsided, and I lay next to her, catching my breath. “Won’t you stay the night here with me?” I asked her.

“I shouldn’t, miss.”

“But you must. How could I bear to wake up without you?”

“Then I shall,” she finally agreed.

I wrapped my arms around her. She rolled on her side pressing her back against me and I lay kissing her neck for a moment before I nuzzled against her and closed my eyes.

In the morning Sandra was the first to rise as she always was. She opened my curtains, then bid me wait for her to return. She still had to go and wake the mistress.

When Sandra returned she did so with hot water and poured it in the tub. She left and returned with more until the tub was full and at the perfect temperature. She took my hand and led me to the bath, where I sat quietly while she washed me.

“Miss?” she said, gaining my attention. “You must know that no matter what I am made to do, I am sorry, I do not mean it.”

I smiled at her.

“I beg you, please forgive me the shames I shall visit upon you.” She looked very sad and this inspired fear in me.

Forgiveness… it’s a strange thing, for in the church and out in the world it is assumed that a transgression has occurred and that the transgressor begs pardon for the act. But that isn’t what it is, not as the nuns had taught me. As I understand the Catholics now, however, I see that what the nuns spoke of was against the very doctrine of their church. Forgiveness, I was taught, is a pardon given in advance by one, out of love, for a crime yet to be committed and without knowing the injury that may be inflicted upon one’s self. Forgiveness is a determination and a promise to bear no ill will even after the hypothetical transgression is made and the pain of it visited upon you. This is why the word is forgiven and not something else. It is pardon given in advance. One simply cannot forgive what already has passed. One can only accept an apology after the deed is done. Forgiveness is an oath.

And so it was with this in mind that I gave just such an oath to Sandra.

“I forgive you,” I said. Hearing this, though, did not seem to relieve her distress at all.

Continue on to Chapter 8

By Unfastened Belts

At home, we put our swimwear in the laundry, then ate dinner. Afterwards, Mom and Dad plopped down on the couch to watch TV. Bo and I said our good nights and retreated upstairs.

“I’m gonna be on my computer,” I told Bo when we got to my room.

“Are you really?” Bo asked, sounding a little crestfallen.

“Why, what do you wanna do?” I asked her, grinning.

“Uhm. I think you know,” she said meekly.

I shrugged. “Clueless.”

“Can we, um, cuddle?” Bo asked awkwardly.

“Your bed or mine?”

“Yaaaay!” she exclaimed, beaming. “Mine.”

“Okay.” I grinned. “Gonna be right over. Let me change into my pyjamas.”

“Oh yeah. See you in a minute!”

She went into her room, leaving the door ajar. I changed into my pyjamas while Bo did the same. I could hear the fluffing of her blanket as she crawled into bed. “Come on over,” she called.

My heart fluttered as I entered my sister’s room. The ceiling light was off, the room illuminated by soft, low light from her red-shaded bedside lamp. Only Bo’s head was visible above the blanket. The smile she gave me was innocent and sweet, but I found myself turned on all the same.

She scooted over as I slipped into her bed. I made myself comfortable, facing her. We just looked at each other for a while.

“You’re so beautiful,” I told her. “I have the biggest crush on you.”

“Awwww. I think you’re beautiful, too.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

We fell silent for a bit.

“I can’t believe that we’re… in love now,” Bo said.

“Me either. Alright, bedtime!” I put my hand over her face and covered her eyes.

“Heeey!” she protested, giggling. “It’s not bedtime yet. You said it was cuddle time!”

“I lied,” I told her, my hand still over her eyes. “It’s kissing time.”

I moved in and pressed my lips to hers. She gasped at the unexpected contact, then let out her breath in a shuddering sigh. I could feel her body trembling next to mine. I removed my hand from her face, but her eyes stayed closed as she eased into the kiss. Her warm breath caressed me.

“I forgot just how good this feels,” she murmured, her lips brushing against mine as she spoke.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “It’s only been a couple of hours, and I already miss it.”

She wrapped an arm around me, pressing her body against mine as we kissed. I felt heat building inside my chest, my pelvis, everywhere.

“Hold on,” I told her, coming up for air. “Can we try something?”

“Yeah,” she said.

I laughed. “You don’t even wanna know what it is?”

“No,” she said earnestly, looking into me with wide brown eyes.

“Oh, God,” I said, feeling overwhelmed. She trusts me, and she’s just as into this as I am. “Okay. Close your eyes and open your mouth a little.”

She did just that. I put my mouth back on Bo’s, matching the shape of her parted lips. Then I inched my tongue forward until it made contact with hers.

Immediately, she moaned. “Ohhhh!” Her breath quickened.

I kept moving the tip of my tongue against hers. Excitement pulsed through me like electricity. Once Bo got over her initial shock, she began to respond. Gently, gently, the tips of our tongues danced between our opened lips. I felt like my hair was standing on end. Small “mmm” sounds kept coming from Bo’s throat. Hearing them made my pussy ache. I started sliding my mouth against hers, drawing away from and back into our kiss. In between, Bo teased my lips with her tongue, sending crazy feelings throughout my body.

Cupping Bo’s face with my hand, I squirmed as close to her as possible. Our kisses were getting wild, almost frantic. We’re making out, I thought. I’m making out with my sister.

Bo tried to push her top leg in between mine. Instinctively, I let her do just that. I was halfway on my back now. Bo’s knee was near my crotch, not quite making contact but making me ache for it. I moaned.

Bo drew away from the kiss. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I said, catching my breath. “I’m just horny.”

“What’s that mean?”

“It means I’m really turned on. It means I wanna… touch myself.” I glanced down between us.

Bo followed my gaze. “Oh.” She looked back at me with wide eyes, her cheeks red. “Your pussy?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“You can if you want to,” she whispered bashfully.

My mind was swimming with reasons why I shouldn’t do this, why it was a bad idea, but my pussy was positively throbbing, probably soaking wet by now, and my beautiful little sister was right here, pressed up against me, her face inches from mine, encouraging me to masturbate.

I put my mouth against Bo’s and drew a soft little kiss out of her. Our lips were still moist from making out. My pelvic area was glowing with erotic heat.

“Okay,” I said, looking behind me. “But I really oughta close our doors first.”

“Good idea.”

Bo withdrew her leg from between mine. Right away I yearned to have it back there, have her knee pressing against my crotch, but I forced myself to get up and close the door to my room, then hers.

Bo looked up at me from her bed, childlike and beautiful. And oh God, I was so hot for her. I knelt down on the bed straddling her, the blanket between our bodies. I leaned down and kissed her, shivering with pleasure when our tongues started to dance again. My hair was falling around our faces, creating an intimate curtain, hot and close and blurry. Bo squirmed beneath me, her body undulating against mine. My hips were moving of their own accord, shifting around, looking for friction. I was hungry for Bo and my kisses got sloppier as my need grew more intense. She was trying to keep pace, but I worried that all of this might be overwhelming her.

I forced myself to stop, pulling away from Bo just a bit. My hair was still curtaining off our faces. We were both panting hard in this little cave that was our world.

“Lisa,” Bo said, her voice somehow both husky and small.

“Yeah?” Bo didn’t respond, still catching her breath, looking up at me with dreamy eyes. Feeling naughty and very horny, in a sultry whisper I asked, “You want me to masturbate?”

“Yeah,” she breathed.

Rising up, I climbed off of Bo. She scooted over to make room. I slipped under the blanket and settled in next to her, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed. Bo sensed my nervousness. She smiled at me and parted her lips, wordlessly inviting me to kiss her.

It was tender, cozy, sisterly. It left no room for tension, no room for anything but warm, mushy feelings of love and desire. Staring into Bo’s eyes, I reached underneath the blanket and hooked my thumbs inside my pyjamas and panties, lifted my hips, pulled them down until my butt was uncovered, then lay back. My breath was trembling, my eyes still locked on Bo’s. I’m about to get off next to my baby sister.

I slid a hand down over my belly to my mons. With my legs barely open, my index and pinky finger glided over my thighs as the two inner fingers slid down to rest lightly on my pussy lips. I gasped at the contact, finding myself even wetter than I’d thought.

“Yeah?” Bo enquired gently.

“Yeah. I’m really wet,” I told her.

Her eyes widened. “Wet?”

“Yeah. Your pussy gets that way when you masturbate.” Maybe she hasn’t done it after all, I thought.

I took my hand from beneath the blanket and held it up. Even from here, I could smell myself. I spread my fingers apart, showing off how they glistened with my juices. “Wow,” Bo said.

I was tempted to lick them clean, but I thought Bo might be grossed out by that. Instead, I slipped my hand underneath the blanket and back between my thighs, dragging the two fingers up and down my wet lips, avoiding my clit for the moment. Even just teasing myself like this felt incredible as I lost myself in Bo’s gaze.

“You make me feel so hot inside,” I told her.

“I do?”

“Yeah. I’ve been wanting to touch myself all day.”

I inhaled sharply as my middle finger found my clit for the first time that night. I kept teasing myself, running my fingers all around my wet flesh and through my soaked slit, just making occasional contact with my clit.

“How does it feel?” she asked.

“Like heaven,” I sighed.

“You don’t mind that I’m watching?”

“Just makes it more intense.”

I whimpered as I began to focus on my clit. My touch was light at first, but it still felt incredible.

“Fuck.”

“Hmm?”

“It just feels so good… especially with you next to me…”

Suddenly Bo’s lips were on mine and she was kissing me, her tongue darting between my lips. I moaned into the kiss, a long, helpless, high-pitched sound. “Nnnnggg…” The world went swimming around me.

Then I felt her hand on mine, the one I was using to finger myself. She just let it rest gently on top, but the thought of her feeling my motions as I masturbated, the thought of her hand so close to my pussy — it had my mind reeling.

I thrust my hand further down. The access was narrow because of my position, so I could only dip the tips of my fingers inside my pussy, but it felt amazing nonetheless. Bo’s hand, still resting atop mine, was brushing my inner thighs. We were staring at each other, her eyes wide as moons, mine struggling to stay open, my brow furrowed. I bet I look pathetic, I thought. It turned me on even more.

Unable to help myself, I went back to my clit, rubbing just a little faster, using all my willpower to pace myself. I wanted it to last forever. I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore, so I turned my head to rest it on the pillow.

I felt Bo nuzzle into my hair and breathe right into my ear. It caught me by surprise, the sensation almost more intense than what my pussy was feeling. In an instant, Bo’s move pushed me over the edge I’d been riding so carefully.

It knocked the wind out of me. My thighs clamped down on our hands. I didn’t even make a sound as I came. My body was at a loss for the proper reaction to this.

For a good few seconds, I just tensed up, stiff as a board. Then my hips started jerking powerfully and erratically, entirely out of my control. I bit down on the knuckles of my left hand to keep myself from crying out. I was still coming, my hips weaker now but still twitching. I thought I was going to black out. Instead, one last convulsion came over me, and I finally breathed out a low, shuddering moan.

My thighs relaxed, letting go of their grip on our hands. I let mine rest there anyway, and apparently Bo was perfectly content to keep hers in place as well, patting and squeezing mine as if to commend it for a job well done. My chest was heaving, my breath rugged. I turned my head to look at Bo, my mouth as wide open as her eyes.

“Is it always this strong?” she asked. “I almost thought you were having a seizure.”

“Hang on… a mi… a minute,” I managed to pant. “Still… recovering.”

“Okay.”

Keeping herself busy in the meantime, she started planting soft little kisses all over my face. I’ve gone to paradise, I thought.

“No,” I told her once I’d caught my breath. “It always feels great, but that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah. I didn’t know it could feel this good. I started to come when you breathed in my ear.”

“Come… that’s another word for having an orgasm, right?”

“Yeah.”

“You really liked that, didn’t you?”

“Uh huh.”

Without warning, she leaned over me, breathing in my other ear. I moaned. It felt incredible, making my clit tingle. My legs squirmed.

Bo giggled. “Wow.”

“That’s right,” I said. “It’s… it just… it feels unbelievable.” She did it again. “Oooooohhhh!” My thighs squeezed our hands. “That’s amazinnng…”

“I think I found your other pleasure spot,” Bo teased.

“Yeah. Wow…”

Bo finally removed her hand from mine and raised it in front of her face. “You weren’t lying about being wet,” she said. “Even I got a little on me.”

“I’ll clean your fingers for you if you want,” I said, surprising myself. My inhibitions were gone. I was a sexy mess of a girl.

“I can just wipe them on my sheets,” she said, sounding both confused and amused.

“That’s not what I meant,” I said. “Check out how I do it.”

I took her hand by the wrist, guiding it to my mouth, put my lips around the tips of her fingers and gently sucked on them. There was barely anything on them, really, but I could definitely taste myself. Bo’s eyes widened again.

I shrugged. “I like the taste. And by the way, that was nothing. Look.”

Reaching back down, I ran two fingers through my folds to scoop up more, a bit surprised by just how wet I was. Even my thighs were soaked, and…

“Oh shit.”

“What?”

I could feel my face growing hot. “I think I made a puddle on your sheets.”

“Oh.” She giggled. “That’s okay. You’re the one who has to sleep in it.”

“Fair enough,” I said, more endorphins flooding through me at the thought of sleeping next to Bo.

Withdrawing that hand from between my legs, I brought it up to my face. It was practically dripping with creamy fluids. “Holy crap,” Bo said, leaning in to take a good look.

I licked the pussy juice from my palm first, then sucked my fingers clean one by one. The taste was strong. I almost got horny again, but only almost. Actually, I was spent, feeling myself drift towards sleep. It couldn’t be much later than 7:30, but it had been a long, eventful day and the orgasm had finished me.

I lifted my hips and wiggled my pyjamas and panties back into place, feeling my panties get soaked as they nestled into my crotch. Those are gonna make for a nice souvenir, I thought.

“I’m falling asleep,” I said. “Goodnight kiss?”

Bo made a face. “No offence, but… uhh…”

“Oh. Right.” Once again, I felt myself blush. My mouth did still taste like pussy.

“You’re still my favourite sister, though,” she said, giving me a kiss on each cheek before wrapping her arms around me, snuggling up close, her face nuzzled into my neck.

I kissed her on the head, whispering, “I love you, Bo.”

“I love you, too.”

Bo reached back and turned off the bedside lamp. I closed my eyes. Strangely, the darkness made everything more colourful.

Visions started playing before my inner eye, each scene fading into the next. Carrying Bo around, her arm wrapped around my neck. Walking up the stairs… “Did you wanna do something naughty with me?” Our first time behind the shed. Talking about us being in love, making it real. Our first kiss. Falling into each other.

Then there was Rebecca, nonchalant and cool and quirky and weird. Beautiful in a wild way, her hair floating all around her, her cute chubby tummy, those deep blue eyes. Rebecca kidnapping Bo. Both of them kidnapping me. Rebecca and Karin and Willi and Nick, a strange, beautiful family. Back behind the shed, now with Rebecca, sitting in a circle. Showing her how we kissed. Making her complicit, stealing her kisses, too. Raucous poolside fun with our families.

And, finally, back in bed with Bo. Making out for real, tongues and all. Her shy little voice… “You can if you want to.” My hand on my pussy, Bo’s hand covering mine. Her breath in my ear, making me come, now whisper-soft on my neck. The scent of her hair in my head. Her warm, blossoming body cozied up against me. Melting, melting, melting.

Eventually to appear at this site: Chapter 9!

 

By Amanda Lynn

Caw!

Neve peeked through squinting eyelids and looked over at the open window. A gentle breeze fluttered the curtains, letting the early morning sun cast changing patterns of light and shadow throughout the room. Neve pulled the blanket up close to her chin and snuggled against the warm body lying next to her.

Caw!

Her eyes flew open. “For fuck sake!” she mumbled. It sounded as if the crow was perched just outside the window. Neve wrapped an arm around the naked young one beside her, and nuzzled into her neck. She closed her eyes once more.

Caw!

Neve felt her companion stir, and then turn slightly. Neve pulled back a bit and looked at the girl’s face, propping herself on an elbow. She brushed the hair from in front of the child’s eyes.

“Morning, Mom,” Brooke said in a sleepy voice. “You really need to do something about that alarm clock,” she continued, smiling as she opened her eyes and looked up at her mother.

“Morning, sweetheart,” Neve chuckled, then leaned down and kissed Brooke softly on the lips.

“Mmm, I love your good morning kisses,” Brooke sighed contently.

Neve kissed her daughter again. This time she lingered and traced the girl’s lips with her tongue. Brooke moaned into her mother’s mouth, and she pulled her arms from under the covers and wrapped them around Neve.

Brooke’s lips were so soft and sweet, and kissing her like this quickly stoked the arousal in Neve. Brooke’s tongue pushed into Neve’s mouth and began to explore. Neve sucked on it and brought a hand to her daughter’s chest. The blankets had slid down when Brooke had lifted her arms, and exposed the girl’s small breasts. Finding a nipple, already swelling from the excitement of the heated kiss, Neve caressed it with a finger, making little circular motions around the rapidly stiffening bud.

The warmth in Neve’s core grew as Brooke’s kiss became more urgent. Mouths mashed together and tongues played. Neve’s hand had moved from the girl’s breast, across the smooth skin of her belly and came to rest on her mons. She could feel the heat that radiated from Brooke.

Her daughter’s muscles twitched as Neve teased her fingers through the sparse nest of hair that capped her young slit.

Kissing Brooke often reminded Neve of when she was Brooke’s age, and she would kiss her little sister, late at night while their parents slept. Neve had been brokenhearted when Stephanie ended their secret love affair only days before Neve headed off to college. They had fought over the breakup and hadn’t spoken to one another again until Stephanie came out to her parents almost four years later.

A thrust from Brooke’s pelvis brought her attention back to what she was doing. Neve felt the slickness of her daughter’s sex as she touched a finger to her entrance. She broke the kiss and smiled slyly at her daughter.

“You’re all wet, baby. I thought after last night you might’ve had enough to last you a couple days,” Neve said with a smile, as she thought about how energetic their lovemaking had been the night before. Neve had brought Brooke to orgasm at least four times, and Brooke had given herself a couple as well.

“A bit sore, but that’s okay. I can handle one more,” the girl panted, as her eyes closed, and her chest heaved.

Neve’s finger played with her daughter’s sticky juices as she teased her slick folds and clit. She leaned in and kissed a puffy nipple. “How would you like me to make you come, sweetie?”

Brooke moaned and grunted as she quivered at her mother’s touch. “Hump me off, Mom,” she whimpered.

Neve moved her body and positioned herself on top of the twelve-year-old girl. Her thigh rested against Brooke’s sex. Gently she pushed forward and rolled her hips. Brooke groaned and grabbed at her mother’s ass. As Neve rocked forward, massaging Brooke’s sex, her own pussy was grinding against her daughter’s. The arousal flowed from them, its aroma filling the air around them as the rhythm of their thrusts aligned.

“You like that baby?” Neve groaned.

“Uh-huh…”

Thick and creamy fluids coated thighs and pussies. The sounds of heavy breathing, intermixed with loud grunts, groans, and curses escaped the open window, startling the crow that sat on a nearby fence post. Cawing in protest it flew off as the lovers in the house clutched at one another, the tempo of their movements now a frenzy.

Brooke clawed at her mother’s back. “Fuck me!” she yelled as her body stiffened and shook.

Neve had been on the brink when her daughter came. Hearing Brooke’s release was all she needed to push her over the edge too. With a couple more thrusts, a wave of intense pleasure consumed her, causing her to shudder and twitch for several moments.

She lay still on top of Brooke. With her eyes closed, her head rested on Brooke’s chest. Neve could hear, as well as feel, the girl’s heart pounding. She listened as it slowed and Brooke’s breathing steadied. Opening her eyes, she moved her face up to Brooke’s and gave her a languid kiss.

Slow and tenderly they kissed for a few minutes. “Mmm… thanks, Mom. That was great,” Brooke said when the kiss ended.

“My pleasure, darling,” Neve purred. “I suppose we should get up. I need to stop at the grocery store and pick up some stuff before we head up to the cottage.”

“Okay.” Brooke stretched and yawned. “Do you want to shower first?”

“No. You go ahead, sweetie. Just don’t use all the hot water,” Neve said with a smile.

Brooke giggled and gave her mother a quick kiss. “I’ll try, but no promises.”

Brooke got up, the covers crumpled in a heap at the foot of the bed and left her mother’s room. Neve’s eyes followed her daughter’s cute round ass as she went. Sighing, she lay back and stared at the ceiling, the cool morning breeze caused the hairs on her sweat-soaked skin to stand.

As she lay there, her thoughts drifted back to her sister. Neve had come to understand too late that it had been their father’s right-wing attitude that had influenced Stephanie’s decision to end it between them.

Neve had always been a bit of a rebel and never gave much heed to their father’s bigotry. But, she wasn’t stupid, and she would bring boys home every now and then just to appease him. Unlike Stephanie, though, Neve was bisexual, so dating boys hadn’t been a sacrifice. Her father had been very angry with Neve when she had become pregnant with Brooke and insisted she marry the child’s father, Jason, before she gave birth. Jason had been willing to wed as soon as he found out. However, it took Neve several months to decide, finally saying yes. They planned to marry once Jason returned from overseas but Jason’s army unit had been ambushed, and he never made it back from Afghanistan.

The day Stephanie came out, their father had gone ballistic. He’d turned all shades of red, yelling and screaming and calling poor Stephanie ever derogatory word there was, plus a few he made up. Their mother had just stood beside him saying nothing in defense of her daughter. She had been more concerned about him having a stroke. Stephanie could only stand there, taking her father’s verbal abuse, tears streaming down her face.

Finally, Neve had had enough. She’d grabbed Stephanie’s arm, pulled her out of the house, and guided her to the car. Neve had driven them to the park where they had just sat in the car. She had pulled her sister into her arms and let her cry herself out.

Once Stephanie had calmed herself, they talked, and they cried, and they talked some more. Apologies had been made, and each had forgiven the other. It had been after midnight by the time they’d left the park and arrived at Neve’s apartment. Neve had tucked her sister into the bed in the spare room and had sat with her until she had fallen asleep. They had become sisters again, but nothing more.

Hearing the shower stop, Neve sat up on the edge of the bed. She missed being with her sister and wondered if Stephanie ever felt the same. Steph had given her that hug at the diner. Was there anything to that? Maybe this weekend I should try and find out.

“Bathroom’s free,” Brooke called out after a few more minutes had passed.

“Thanks, honey,” Neve answered as she stood and headed for the hall.

After her shower, Neve dressed, then went to make herself some breakfast. Brooke had already fixed something for herself and now she stretched out on the sofa reading a teen magazine.

“Have you finished packing?” Neve asked Brooke as she spooned some yogurt into a bowl of freshly sliced fruit.

“All done,” the girl answered from behind her magazine.

With breakfast done and the kitchen cleaned up, Neve finished packing her bag and they headed out the door. Their first stop was Stephanie’s apartment to pick up Piper and Amber, then to the grocery store before going to the cottage. Stephanie would join them there later that evening after she got off work.

Amber and Piper were waiting outside with their travel bags when Neve pulled up in front of the apartment building. She had called ahead to let the girls know they were on their way. Getting out of the SUV, Neve opened the tailgate as the girls approached.

“Hello, ladies,” Neve said with a smile. She took a moment to eye Amber, licking her lips as she did so.

Amber had chosen to wear a tank top that exposed her flat midriff along with pair of snug-fitting denim shorts, mainly to entice Brooke. Her outfit, however, seemed to be having the same effect on Neve. This could be a very exciting weekend, Amber thought.

“Hi, Auntie Neve,” Piper said, gushing with excitement.

“Hi, Neve,” Amber said giving the woman a knowing smile as she placed hers and Piper’s bags into the SUV. She was equally excited for the weekend trip, maybe even more than Piper.

The girls climbed into the back seat and greeted Brooke who, until now, had been riding up front with her mother. They exchanged giggles and friendly hugs and kisses.

Amber teased Brooke with a kiss on the lips, poking her tongue out just long enough to brush against the younger girl’s mouth. The kids giggled, unaware that Neve had caught a glimpse of the kiss in her rear-view mirror.

After a quick stop at the grocery store to pick up some fruits, vegetables, and a few other sundry items, they headed for the cottage. Neve and her father had already been to the cottage earlier in the week to open it up for the season. With the electricity and water restored and the place cleaned, she had restocked the pantry with non-perishables and had brought fresh bedding for the rooms and towels for the bath.

The hours-long trip went by quickly as the girls chatted and carried on. Hands remained down low in the back seat as they stealthily caressed legs, thighs, and other places as they drove along. To Amber’s delight, Brooke had definitely taken note of her outfit, eyeing her body from top to bottom when she’d climbed into the SUV.

Neve smirked in the front seat. Glancing in the rearview mirror every now and then, she could see flushed faces and eyes with dreamy faraway stares. Neve wished she had worn a skirt or something with an elastic waistband. Instead, she just pushed the heel of her palm against her blue-jean-covered crotch.

The SUV zipped along the smooth, secondary road as it meandered through the hills toward the lake. Soon Neve began to slow and then turned off onto a groomed dirt road. They hadn’t driven far when the first cottage came into view. It was representative of all the cottages at Silver Lake, tucked in off the road and close to the water, a single-story dwelling that was small but comfortable. Mature deciduous and coniferous trees filled the lots. Only the most essential clearing during construction had left the maximum number of trees possible undisturbed.

At the end of the dirt road, Neve turned onto the driveway of their destination and stopped. The girls piled out, and each grabbed what they could carry from the SUV, taking it into the cottage. When Amber reached in to pull out a travel bag, she felt someone brush a hand against her butt and linger there for a long moment.

Turning to look, she was a little surprised to find that it was Neve reaching past her for a bag of groceries. Neve smiled innocently at Amber as she pulled the bag from the SUV and headed for the cottage.

Amber watched her go, eyes fixed on the woman’s ass. Had she just copped a feel? Amber tingled with excitement. Neve was indeed a sexy woman, just as sexy as Stephanie, and those tight jeans on that perfect ass… yum. Amber wondered, though, what Stephanie would think if Neve made a move on her.

Shaking her head, Amber pushed that idea aside. She had her sights set on Brooke right now anyway. Amber joined Brooke and Piper as they put their bags in their room and then they helped Neve finish unloading the SUV and put the groceries away.

It was still early in the afternoon, and the sun shone brightly. With its higher elevation, the temperature at the lake was a few degrees cooler than at home, but still warm enough to have brought the lake to a suitable temperature for swimming and other water activities.

“Brooke, you and Piper should take Amber out in the canoe and show her the island,” Neve suggested with a grin.

Brooke smiled back, knowing what her mother was alluding to. “That’s a great idea,” Brooke said. “Is the bag here?”

Neve nodded. “Closet in my room.”

“Up for a canoe ride, Amber?” Brooke asked when she returned from her mother’s room with a canvas bag.

“Sure,” she said, eyeing the bag. “What’s in there?”

“You’ll see,” Brooke smiled. “Let’s go.”

Brooke led Amber out to the large screened-in porch that attached to the front of the cottage. This was a favorite spot to sit in the evenings when the mosquitos were thick.

Piper was already digging three life jackets from a large chest in the far corner of the porch. She handed one to each of them and slipped into her own vest-like device. They headed out to the dock where a wide wooden canoe floated lazily on the calm water.

“Have you canoed before?” Piper asked Amber.

“Uh-huh,” the teen nodded. “Lotsa times.”

“Good,” Brooke said as she knelt and pulled the canoe in and held it against the dock. “You take the stern, I’ll take the bow, and Pipes can ride in the middle.”

Amber agreed and climbed into the rear of the canoe. Piper followed. Amber then held onto the dock to steady the canoe as Brooke tossed the bag in and jumped in herself. They untied and with the aid of their paddles pushed away.

*     *     *

Neve’s hand was kneading her breast as she stood at the large picture window and watched the kids paddle away from the dock. Knowing she would be alone for at least an hour, and still turned on by the girls’ games in the back seat of the SUV and at the sight of Amber’s sexy young body, Neve turned from the window and headed to her bedroom. Stripping off her clothes, Neve fished her vibrator out of her bag and flopped down on the bed. Her legs spread, she touched the humming toy to her sex and let go a long, throaty moan.

*     *     *

It only took a few strokes of the paddles for Brooke and Amber to get the rhythm of their forward motion in sync. The canoe glided smoothly over the glass-like surface of the lake, its bow pointed at a lonely island that sat just off center in the middle of the lake. They took in the natural beauty of the lake and surrounding forest. The string of cottages had fallen behind them, and all they could see was the undisturbed virgin coastline.

Turning their attention forward, they approached their destination from the east. The island wasn’t very large, maybe a half acre in size, and covered with dense underbrush and lots of fir trees. The shoreline was nothing but large rocks, boulders really, making landing impossible.

“Those rocks look none too safe,” Amber said. “Too bad. It would have been neat to go ashore.”

“Wait for it,” Brooke called back over her shoulder.

They didn’t get too close to the island and paddled past. As the island began to fall astern, Brooke looked back over her shoulder at Amber.

“Helm, bring us hard to port!” Brooke called out.

“What?” Amber said.

“Left turn!”

“Aye, cap’n. Comin’ to port,” Amber chirped, using her best pirate accent as she performed a J-stroke causing the canoe to pivot smartly.

“There! That’s where we’ll land, Amber,” Piper said pointing toward a spot off to their left. The island looked like someone had taken a giant spoon and scooped a piece of the shoreline away, leaving behind a small cove with a sandy beach. Amber steered the canoe and lined it up with the entrance to the cove.

As they glided in, Amber slowed their approach and then let the canoe travel under its own momentum until it gently beached itself. Brooke hopped out and held onto the bow as Piper and Amber moved forward and jumped onto the sandy beach. The three took off their life jackets and tossed them into the canoe before hauling it up onto the beach a bit further. Brooke tied the canoe off on a small tree near the shore.

“This is so cool,” said Amber, looking around.

“Yeah. Mom and I come here sometimes for a picnic and spend the afternoon,” Brooke said as she grabbed the bag from the canoe. What she didn’t voice to Amber was the other types of mother-daughter fun that took place on the hidden beach. Brooke moved up the beach to where there was a small grassy clearing. Opening the bag, she took out a large blanket and a couple of small pillows.

“It would make a great make-out place too,” Amber said, hoping Brooke would catch the obvious hint.

Piper giggled as she helped Brooke spread the blanket on the ground. “You really think so?” Brooke asked playfully.

“Don’t you?” Amber said, giving Brooke a wry smile.

“Maybe,” Brooke chuckled as she stretched out on the middle of the blanket, hands behind her head, resting on a pillow. Piper followed her lead and lay down beside Brooke. There was still plenty of room, so Amber joined them, lying on Brooke’s other side. They lay there in silence staring at the clouds for several long moments before Amber rolled onto her side facing Brooke.

Brooke’s head rested on her hands, and her eyes were closed. Amber surveyed the girl’s body, looking at the small boobs that pressed up from under her tee shirt, down to where the hem of the shirt had ridden up, exposing smooth skin from her belly button to her hips. The light blue shorts she wore looked nice against the tanned skin of her slender legs.

Bringing her attention back to Brooke’s flat belly, Amber reached over and, hesitantly, touched her with the tips of her fingers, brushing them over the soft skin. Brooke twitched and sucked in a sharp breath as her eyes flew open. Amber saw Brooke’s expression change from surprise to a pleasant smile as she looked down at Amber’s meandering hand, then back up to her eyes.

Piper had opened her eyes when she heard Brooke’s gasp and looked over at her cousin. Seeing Amber touching Brooke, she sat up cross-legged and watched, a broad smile on her face.

Amber lay her hand flat on Brooke’s abdomen and slowly pushed it upward, slipping underneath the younger girl’s shirt.

“Is this okay?” Amber cooed. “I can stop if you want.”

Brooke shook her head. “It’s fine. Don’t stop.” She looked over at Piper, who was watching them intently. “You want to play too?”

“Maybe later. I’m just gonna watch for now,” Piper said, following Amber’s hand with her eyes.

With slow movements, Amber’s hand continued to travel over Brooke’s soft flesh until the shirt stayed her journey. Realizing this, Brooke sat up and pulled her tee shirt off and tossed it aside. She then reached behind and undid her bra and tossed it too. Lying back down she took Amber’s hand and placed it on her small breast.

Amber felt herself getting wet as she squeezed Brooke’s tit. She had wanted to do more with Brooke ever since that kiss at Piper’s party. Then, seeing Brooke naked and playing with herself on Piper’s computer monitor made Amber want to fool around with her even more.

The teen felt the soft sand give under the blanket as she shifted her body so she was lying partially on top of Brooke. She brought her face close to Brooke’s and kissed her. The younger girl sighed and put her arms around Amber, caressing the skin of her back. They explored each other’s mouths, tongues caressing and winding together. Amber moaned into Brooke’s mouth when the girl moved her leg, causing her thigh to push against Amber’s aching pussy.

“Are you okay?” Brooke asked when she pulled away.

Amber nodded and began to nibble on Brooke’s ear. “Just wonderful,” she said.

“Mmm, good,” said Brooke, as she reached under Amber’s shirt, found the clasp of her bra and undid it. “How ‘bout we get rid of this too?” she grinned, tugging at the shirt.

Amber rolled onto her knees, straddling Brooke, and removed her tee shirt and bra. Throwing them into the pile with Brooke’s clothes, Amber glanced over at Piper and grinned. Piper too had pulled off her shirt and now had a hand pushed down the front of her shorts.

“You might as well take them off, Pipes. It’d be much more comfortable, I’m sure,” Brooke said after Amber had looked back at her and nodded toward Piper.

“You’re probably right,” Piper said, then stood up, pushing her shorts and panties down and kicking them off. She plopped back down on the blanket and resumed her play.

“Okay, carry on,” Piper said, flapping her free hand at the two girls who had paused what they were doing to watch her strip.

The girls giggled, and Amber lay back on top of Brooke. Giving Brooke several soft kisses she slid down her body and took a nipple into her mouth. The young breast was soft and smooth, the nipple hard in contrast. Amber swirled her tongue around the little bud, then closed her lips over it and tugged gently.

She moved to the other and captured it between her teeth, pulling at it. Brooke arched her back, offering more of herself to Amber as she let out a soft moan. Amber suckled the nipple as she shifted her body off Brooke and replaced it with her hand on the girl’s soft belly.

Amber’s hand caressed the skin, and she could feel the muscles of Brooke’s abdomen twitch. She played with her navel for a moment, then fumbled with the button on Brooke’s shorts. Both girls were breathing harder now, and Amber released the nipple and moved back up for a kiss as she unfastened the button and pushed open the shorts, slipping a hand inside.

“Oh, jeez!” Brooke gasped when she felt Amber touch her tender clit.

Withdrawing her hand, much to Brooke’s dismay, Amber got back up on her knees and yanked Brooke’s shorts and panties down over her hips without much finesse. Brooke gave a yelp and giggled as she too slid lower on the blanket with each tug of her shorts. Finally free of the garments, Brooke shuffled back to the pillow as Amber tossed the shorts onto the pile.

“Sorry, got a little carried away,” Amber said with a chuckle as she stood and pulled her own shorts and panties off, watching Brooke’s naughty grin as she took in her body.

Getting on her knees, Amber pushed Brooke’s legs apart. Just as she was leaning in to place a kiss on Brooke’s pussy, Piper spoke up. “I think you two should sixty-nine.” Her own breathing sounded labored.

Amber sat back on her knees and looked over at a flushed Piper, whose hand was flitting over her young sex, then back to Brooke who just smiled and nodded. Amber crawled forward then swung herself around, straddling Brooke’s head. Lowering her sex to Brooke’s face, she sucked in a breath when she felt the girl’s tongue push against her labia. Moaning softly, she lowered her face to Brooke. Licking her own lips, Amber’s eyes feasted on Brooke’s pussy for only a moment before taking her first taste. With a long slow lick, she ran the flat of her tongue from Brooke’s clit to her entrance.

Brooke jerked at the suddenness of the lick and moaned into Amber’s pussy. Her own tongue eagerly explored the teenager’s delights. Amber was excited now, her juices flowed and coated Brooke’s mouth and chin. She had wondered what Brooke would taste like, hoped she would get a chance to find out. Never dreaming it would happen here — on a blanket on a sandy beach in a hidden cove on an island in a lake — but here they were. And to top it off, Piper was sitting beside them, masturbating. Damn, this was so hot!

Teeth dragging across her engorged clit caught Amber’s attention. She moaned loudly, and then Piper moaned a sympathetic response. Moving her own tongue to flick across Brooke’s erect bud, she found the girl’s entrance with her finger and pushed it in. A new wave of juices coated her finger, and Amber withdrew long enough to slather Brooke’s folds and clit before pushing back into her.

The lips and tongue that tormented her clit were making it harder for Amber to concentrate on what she was doing. She could feel her orgasm building, a tangled ball of desire gnarled and twisted as it grew.

The smell of Brooke’s arousal and the taste of her juices were heavenly. She sucked Brooke’s clit into her mouth and pushed a second finger into her entrance, fucking her slowly.

Brooke pushed her pelvis up against Amber’s hand, and Amber pushed her sodden pussy down on Brooke’s face, rolling her hips.

“Yes,” Amber hissed. “Right there, Brooke.”

Feeling her orgasm nearing the surface, Amber redoubled her efforts. Sucking, licking, and nipping at Brooke’s clit, fucking her deeper and faster. Brooke’s juices were abundant, and Amber lapped at them before returning to the sensitive bud.

Brooke’s moans and pleas filled the air and triggered Piper to squeal as her orgasm rocked her. Amber began to shake, feeling the tongue push into her entrance. A finger or two were on her clit, sending blasts of electric pleasure shooting through her.

Amber cried out as her world exploded into a million pieces. Brooke joined her shrill cry as she too stiffened with her own intense climax.

Breathing hard, the heat from Amber’s breath washed over Brooke’s sex. Amber lay still, her face on Brooke’s hip, as the last of the tremors faded. Rolling off Brooke, Amber shifted around and lay beside Brooke, tasting the mixture of their juices as they kissed.

“That was wild,” Amber said with a smile. “Been wanting to do that for a long time now.”

“Me too,” Brooke chuckled.

“Me three,” Piper said with a giggle as she moved up against Brooke and kissed them both.

The girls lay on the blanket, cuddling together, not speaking. The only sounds were of soft kisses and the occasional moan as they all caressed one another.

“Brooke, can I ask you a personal question?” said Amber.

“Sure,” Brooke said as she looked at her watch. They had been gone for almost two hours. “Except we need to get going.” She pulled out of their tangled embrace and stood.

Amber stood too and picked up the pile of discarded clothes. “Do you and your mom fool around too? Have sex?”

Brooke gave her a quizzical look, and Amber suddenly regretted asking the question. Holding the pile of clothes out so Brooke could take what was hers, she tried to recover. “I’m sorry. I really shouldn’t have asked that.”

The younger girl smiled and took her clothes. “It’s okay. I just thought you knew already. I mean, I thought Piper would’ve told you,” she said, glancing over at her cousin who was busy putting her own clothes on.

“I guess it never came up,” Amber giggled as she pulled her panties up over her hips.

“In that case, yes, we do,” Brooke confirmed, pulling her tee shirt on.

“Cool. So, you and Piper have sex. You and your mom do. Piper and her mom do. And your two moms used to,” Amber said with a grin, thinking how awesome it all was.

She had just pulled up her shorts and buttoned them when she realized that neither of the other girls were moving. Amber looked at them, wondering what was wrong.

Both girls were staring intently at her, eyes wide, mouths hanging open. Fear gripped Amber for a second, and she quickly looked behind her for whatever it was that had alarmed the cousins. Not seeing Freddie or Jason anywhere near, she suddenly realized it must have been something she’d said.

“What! What is it?” Amber asked, looking back and forth between the girls.

“What you said. About our moms,” Brooke sputtered. “Why would you say that? I mean… they don’t. Do they?”

“Oh. Um… well, Steph told me. I figured you knew already, seeing how she told me,” Amber answered, feeling the heat rise in her face. “I’m sorry.”

Amber waited anxiously for a moment, watching their expressions, hoping she hadn’t upset them. Brooke and Piper just looked at each other for several seconds then, much to Amber’s relief, began laughing.

“So, what else did she say?” Brooke queried after a few moments. With Piper’s help, she shook out the blanket and folded it before putting it back into the bag.

“Yeah, like are they still doing it?” Piper asked, banging the pillows together to shake off any sand before putting them back in the bag as well.

“I don’t know. She told me it happened when they were young, like your ages. Didn’t go into any details though,” Amber said.

“Huh. I wonder why Mom never told me about that,” Brooke said. Shrugging, she carried the bag back to the canoe.

With the bag stowed, the girls donned their life jackets, untied the canoe and pushed it off the beach. Once safely onboard, they headed out of the small cove and back to the cottage.

Neve, dripping water from her swim in the lake, greeted them at the dock when they arrived. Amber smiled, admiring the woman’s curves. The white bikini she wore contrasted sharply with her tanned skin. Wow, she’s hot, Amber thought.

“Did you girls have a good time?” Neve asked, as the canoe gently bumped against the dock.

“Yeah, we did, Mom,” Brooke said, giving her mother a playful grin as she tied off the canoe.

Amber watched as the sexy woman approached. Taking the helping hand that Neve offered, she climbed out of the canoe. Amber felt her ears warm as Neve gave her a playful smile and a wink.

“Thanks,” Amber said, trying to look anywhere but at Neve.

“Anytime, darlin’,” Neve said sweetly, brushing her fingers along the bare skin of Amber’s lower back.

Amber stiffened for a second, but as quickly as it had started, the touch ended. Neve moved to help Piper and then Brooke out of the canoe. Is she flirting with me? Amber wondered. Her eyes automatically went to Neve’s gorgeous ass when she bent over to grab Piper’s hand. Amber quickly looked away and grabbed the bag with the blanket and pillows that now lay on the dock, thankful for something to concentrate on instead of Brooke’s beautiful mother and the arousal that was stirring in her groin.

The four of them headed to the cottage and, after dropping the life jackets into their box, went inside. They plopped down on the sofas in the living room while Neve went to the kitchen to start dinner.

“Oh, by the way, Steph called and said she’s getting off work early today and should be here in time for supper,” Neve said, from the other side of the counter.

“Okay,” Piper replied from her stretched-out position on the love seat.

“Can we play Uno after supper, Mom?” Brooke asked.

“Sounds like fun. We’ll see what Steph wants to do, but I’m sure she’ll be game,” Neve replied, as she sliced into a green pepper.

As if planned, Stephanie walked through the front door just as dinner finished cooking. Piper jumped up and dashed to the door giving her mother a big hug.

“Hi, Mom. We’re glad you’re here. Auntie Neve said we could play Uno after supper,” Piper said excitedly.

“Did she now?” Stephanie said with a smile as she returned Piper’s hug.

“How about we let your mom get in the door and relax for a minute after her long drive,” Neve said with a chuckle as she made her way from behind the counter to greet her sister.

“Sorry,” Piper said with a grin.

“It’s okay, sweetie. Here, help me with my bag,” Stephanie said with a giggle and handed Piper her travel bag.

“Hey, sis,” Neve said as she approached and gave Stephanie a warm hug and a soft kiss on the cheek. “Supper is ready, so don’t take too long.”

“We’ll be back in two shakes,” Stephanie said returning the affection. She smiled at her sister and searched her eyes for a moment before breaking the contact.

“Let’s go, Piper,” she chirped to her smiling daughter and headed down the hall with Piper right behind.

With her luggage in the bedroom, Stephanie sat at the dining table with Neve and the girls to enjoy a delicious stir-fry and friendly conversation. Piper regaled her mother with a censored account of their canoe trip to the island. When they finished their meal, they all cleared the table, then Stephanie and Neve set to do the dishes.

“Girls. Go get your night clothes on, and once we’ve finished the dishes we’ll play Uno,” Neve said.

“Yippee!” The three girls cheered and rushed to their room.

Standing at the sink, Neve washing and Stephanie drying, Neve bumped her hip against her sister.

“So, how are things, sis?” Neve asked. “Get laid lately?” she teased.

If you only knew. Stephanie thought. “None of your business,” she replied with a snort, bumping her right back and causing Neve to take a step sideways.

“Ow! Okay, you don’t have to get so violent,” Neve whined, trying to be melodramatic.

After a moment, Stephanie spoke. “Gary and Carrie are going to retire soon and sell the diner. Gary offered to sell it to me at a good price if I was interested.”

“And are you? Interested?”

“Honestly, I think it would be awesome. But there’s no way I could afford to buy it,” said Steph, disappointment marking her words. “Besides, I don’t know anything about managing a business. That’s what you went to school for, and you’re pretty good at it from what I can tell.”

Neve laughed. “Thanks. I do okay. If nobody buys the diner, there are a few positions available for secretaries at my firm.”

Stephanie laughed. “It’s been ten years since college. I doubt I remember any of it. But thanks for the offer anyway.” She gave her sister a quick peck on the cheek.

They returned to the dishes just as the kids came bounding down the hall, each wearing an oversized tee shirt. The girls sat on the stools at the counter that separated the kitchen from the rest of the living-dining area.

“Almost done?” Piper asked.

The women chuckled. “Almost, sweetie,” Stephanie answered, glancing at her daughter. She couldn’t help but notice that neither Amber nor Brooke were wearing a bra. Young, erect nipples stood out from underneath their shirts. Naughty thoughts ran through her mind as she wondered if Brooke and Amber had been fooling around. Maybe on the island? Had Piper left that bit out of her story?

Looking over at Neve, she saw her sister also admiring the girls’ chests, her tongue caressing her bottom lip. Neve looked away when she realized that Stephanie was looking at her. Could Neve be having naughty thoughts too?

“Why don’t you guys set up the table — get the game out of the games closet, and a big bowl for chips and some glasses for pop,” Neve suggested, glancing back at her sister with what Stephanie took as a guilty grin on her face.

“Sure,” Brooke replied, and the girls set about completing their assigned tasks.

With the dishes done and the table ready, they all sat and began to play. For the next few hours, the group of women and girls joked and laughed as they played. They weren’t keeping score, but it seemed that, as Stephanie had teased her, Brooke was the one with the lucky horseshoe up her butt that night.

Both Stephanie and Neve stole glances at the older girls’ small breasts during the evening, their nipples constantly erect. At one point, when Stephanie was returning from the bathroom, she was sure she caught a glimpse of Piper’s hand between Brooke’s legs. That would explain the constantly hard nipples. Stephanie smiled inwardly, not sure if she wanted to share this revelation with Neve.

All too soon, and with whines of protest from the girls, it was time to say goodnight. Stephanie and Neve gave both Brooke and Piper a hug and a kiss. The mothers kissed their daughters’ lips and their nieces’ cheeks. Amber got a hug and lingering kiss on the cheek from Stephanie along with a hug and squeeze of her bottom from Neve.

“Goodnight, girls,” the women said.

The kids said their goodnights and headed down the hall. Neve and her sister cleared the table and washed up the bowl and glasses. Neve grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge and two wine glasses from the cupboard before they headed toward the living room to relax and enjoy some adult conversation.

Continue on to Chapter 11

By Misty Meadow

 

Many thanks to my editor JetBoy for the work he contributed to this story. — Misty 

Finding a flat in London was a fucking nightmare. Whenever I’d finally discover something that was on the market, I’d go there and find a line round the block. I knew it’d go to the tenant offering the biggest deposit, so I never stood a chance. I was sleeping on a friend’s couch and she was getting impatient for me to move out.

Finally, I got a call from another friend who’d spotted one of those advertising cards in the window of a small newsagent. “Could you work as an au pair?” she asked me.

“I could work shoveling shit if it provides accommodation,” I told her. “Gimme the details.”

It was an address in Kensington, a terrace between Queen’s Gate and the Gloucester Road — quite upmarket, actually. I’d never lived anywhere half so posh. Plus, I’d be able to quit the job I had as an office temp, which was about as enjoyable as the aforementioned shoveling.

I dropped by without making an appointment, reasoning that it’d be harder to say “no” to my face than over the phone. Upon ringing the bell, I was greeted by a professionally styled woman in a beautifully tailored pant suit with a cream silk blouse that must’ve cost real money. She reeked of class.

“Come on in,” she said, extending a hand. “I’m Ursula Urquart. Double U — though not to be confused with ‘Dubya’, our dimwitted friend who occupied the White House.” I think she meant George W. Bush.

“I’m Misty Meadow,” I said, appreciating her firm, no-nonsense grip. Most women will give you a “wet fish” handshake; not she.

She guided me into the parlor. “Take a seat. How old are you, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Twenty-one.”

“Not at university, then?”

“I’d have loved to have gone, but I failed all my A levels. Not a chance, I’m afraid.”

“Failed them all?” She arched an eyebrow.

“Every one.” I decided to come clean. She was going to find out eventually, and some people do appreciate frankness. “I had a drinking problem. I’m a recovering alcoholic.”

“In AA?”

I nodded. “Oh, yes, I’d never have stayed sober without it.”

“How long now?”

“Eighteen months.”

“Well done. Which group do you go to?”

“‘Just for Today’ in Chelsea is my favourite.” I saw a flicker of interest cross her face. “But I go to others — Kensington, Fulham, Earls Court. You seem to know a lot about AA.”

“My sister’s in recovery. Do you have a sponsor?”

“I did, until she left to work in America.”

“How about the twelve steps? The fifth, for example? Some people have trouble with that.”

“Not me.” This step requires us to share our moral inventory with another person, like a general confession. “My sponsor was a lesbian who led a rather, shall we say, unrestrained sexual life. There was nothing I could say that shocked her, so baring my soul to her was easy.”

She smiled. “Can you cook?”

“My omelettes are like fluffy clouds and my chips are always golden brown and crisp.” Okay, maybe a slight exaggeration… but this was essentially an advertisement, and the product I was flogging was me.

“Okay, let me tell you about the job. You’ll live in, with your own room up on the second floor, but you’ll have to share a bathroom with my daughter.”

“How many children do you have?” I asked.

Oh, just her. Here.” She took a framed photograph from the mantelpiece and handed it to me. I stared at it, drinking in the sight of the most gorgeous little girl.

“My, she’s adorable,” I gushed. “When was this taken?”

“Her twelfth birthday, last month.” I gazed at the image, all but hypnotized by the beauty of this little nymph. “I know it’s a parental cliché,” Ursula added, “but she’s the most wonderful girl in the world, and I love her to bits.” She reached for the picture, and I handed it back to her. “I would expect you to take care of the house, do all the grocery shopping and cleaning — and yes, you do do windows, don’t you?” I smiled and nodded. “You’d escort Ashley to and from school, help her with her homework if she needs it, then cook dinner. We eat salads, mostly, and some fish.” Ah, health nuts. I could live with it. “I never get home until seven or eight, and then we have dinner. Would that interfere with your meetings?”

“No problem. I can go to lunchtime groups. Plenty of them.”

“Good,” She told me more about the responsibilities of the job, then briefly told me about herself, mentioning that she was a barrister, divorced and career driven.

Once she’d finished, Ursula paused, studying me thoughtfully. “I have to say that you’re not my obvious first choice for this job, Misty. To be honest, several of the other girls I’ve interviewed are more experienced, and a couple of them have more of an education than you do. But the fact that you seem to have overcome being an alcoholic — and believe me, from what my sister went through, I know how difficult that is — it says to me that you might be a person of strength and character.” She paused. “I also believe in second chances — at least, for those who earn them.”

I didn’t know how to respond, so I held my tongue, all the while thinking, Please give me a chance. Please give me a chance.

Ursula gazed at me in silence for a long, unsettling moment, then spoke again. “Okay, you’ve got the job, Misty. But let’s get one thing crystal clear: at the first suspicion of any drinking, you’re out the door, okay?”

I nodded. “Agreed. That’s another incentive for me to stay sober.”

“When can you start?”

“I can collect my stuff now and be back in an hour.”

She glanced at her watch. “I won’t be here.” Reaching into the inner pocket of her jacket, she produced a shining key. “Here, take this and let yourself in when you get back. I’ll call Ashley and tell her to get a taxi home today… but starting tomorrow, you’ll be picking her up.” She smiled. “Welcome, Misty.”

I stood, my hands clasped before me. “Thank you, Ms. Urquart.”

“Call me Ursula.” Reaching out for my hand, she shook it just as firmly as before, but then took a heartbeat longer to let go. For a second, my gaydar flickered, but then I put it out of my mind. She was a little too old for me, though I wouldn’t have kicked her out of bed if I’d had a few and was feeling randy. Still, I preferred my lovers to be younger than I am.

She walked me through the house and showed me my bedroom at the top of the house, across the landing from Ashley’s, then the bathroom we’d be sharing. It was going to be great, not having to sleep on a couch for the first time in eight sodding weeks.

Ursula stole another look at her wrist. “Okay, I have to go back to the office. I’ll be home in time for dinner.”

It sank in suddenly that I’d be preparing that dinner. “Er… what would you like me to cook?”

She shrugged. “Surprise me.”

*****

Two hours later, I’d collected my stuff from my friend’s flat and hauled it via the tube to Ursula’s house, then stashed it in my room, just in time to greet Ashley. I heard her key in the door and stepped into the hallway to greet her. At that precise instant, my life changed forever.

My heart seemed to stop and I felt dizzy. So this is what it’s like to be struck by lightning, I told myself. Not half as painful as I’d expected.

I’d been reborn. Now there would always be “before Ashley,” and “after Ashley.” Love, adoration, worship at first sight, I felt them all and more.

Her photo didn’t come close to doing her justice, nor would any description I can offer you here. She was simply utterly lovely, achingly beautiful and sweetly innocent all at the same time.

As I stood there gawping like a perfect fool, Ashley held out her hand. “Hi, you must be Misty. Mum rang to let me know you’d be here. I’m Ashley.” I tried to speak, but my throat was too dry. “So you’re our new au pair, huh? I hope you’re nicer than the last one — she could be right nasty.”

I swallowed, then somehow found my voice. “I’ll… um, try to be as nice as I can, Ashley.” God, I sounded so bloody stupid. I ached was to tell this girl how beautiful she was, but couldn’t summon up the adjectives to do her justice. Finally, I aimed my phone at her. “Uh, do you mind if I…?”

“Not at all.” Her smile was dazzling. “Here, let me do one of you.” She took the newest edition smartphone from her backpack and clicked off a shot of me. “I have to do my homework now. What’s for dinner?”

“Good question. I haven’t had a chance to see what you’ve got in the fridge.”

She hit me with that lovely smile again, and it felt like a caress. “Let’s go and have a look, then!”

She led me to the kitchen and opened the fridge door. I peered about inside. It was mostly empty, but there was a carton of eggs and some cheese that showed a hint of mold. It was a pretty big piece, though.

“How about omelettes?” I asked.

“With chips?”

I glanced around the kitchen. “I don’t see any potatoes.”

“We gotta have chips. We can go shopping after my homework’s done… say, in half an hour?”

“Good idea.” I could put it on my almost maxed out credit card, then get her mum to reimburse me.

“Cool! See you in a bit.” She ran upstairs, taking them two at a time. Me, I staggered back into the drawing room and flopped onto the settee, my head in a whirl.

How could a girl of twelve tender years have such an effect on me? For those first few seconds when Ashley came in through the front door, my heart was pounding so hard that I half-expected it to give out completely. Up until then, my only sexual adventures with preteen girls had occurred back when I was a preteen myself. You know the sort of thing: pretend kissing, with one of us playing the part of the boy; showing our private parts to each other; mutual fingering while looking through a filched girlie mag.

Then there was one memorable occasion when an older girl offered to kiss me “down there,” and I eagerly said yes. It was a very long kiss, and looking back, I think she came while she was doing it. I enjoyed how it felt, but didn’t get off myself — in fact, I didn’t have an orgasm until my early teens, when other older women started hitting on me, usually succeeding.

Now my mind was in a total whirl. Nothing would ever be the same. I wasn’t even thinking about sex; that would’ve sullied the image of my perfect angel. I was simply filled up with an emotion that I can’t describe. Was I in love? If that was the case, I could see what all the fuss was about — all the songs, the movies, the novels, the world’s obsession with romance. It was as though until then my life had been in black and white, and suddenly it had burst into full colour.

*****

Ashley and I walked to Gloucester Road where there were a few small shops. She took hold of my hand, and suddenly I was in heaven. All the way there she chatted away merrily while I tried to make intelligent conversation, but my emotions left me feeling tongue-tied and awkward.

She, on the other hand, barely stopped talking — and in the course of our short shopping trip I learned a lot about her. Ashley wanted a dog but her mother was dead set against it. “Doesn’t want her stupid furniture to get messed up,” she told me, with a most enchanting pout. She had a few close friends at school, but none of them lived locally, so she seldom got to see them elsewhere. Her favourite subject was geography and she longed to travel the world — to Spain, in particular, so she could hear real flamenco music played in smokey back-street bars by swarthy gypsies. She loved cute sweaters, preferred dresses to jeans and hated thongs. Just how that subject came up, I can’t recall, but it amused me, because I hate them, too. She liked to ice skate and often traveled on the tube to Richmond, where there was a rink.

All in all, just an ordinary young girl… were it not for her amazing beauty, which seemed to colour the very world around us as we strolled together, hand in hand. I ached to tell her how lovely she was, how her innocence seemed to radiate like the sun itself, bathing everything in its warm glow, making me feel as I was in the presence of something holy. Until then I’d been a non-believer, but now I had someone to worship.

Not wanting to frighten her, I said none of these things, carefully restricting my comments to the mundane.

We found a convenience store and bought some oven chips that I could simply drop into very hot oil, and they’d come out as crisp and golden as I’d promised her mum. We also bought tomatoes, mushrooms and asparagus. I knew that I was going to have to hone my cooking skills enough to equal the claims I’d made, but figured that I could find recipes on the internet and practice them during the day when I was alone in the house.

“I’ll do some serious shopping tomorrow,” I told Ashley. “What kind of stuff do you like?”

“Macaroni cheese!”

“I can do better than that. Ever had pasta Alfredo?”

She glanced up at me quizzically, causing my pulse to race again. “What’s that?”

“Mac cheese on steroids. You’re gonna love it.” I could always buy Alfredo sauce in a jar and pretend that I’d cooked it from scratch.

Later, when I cooked dinner, the cheese melted into the omelette, its age lost once I’d trimmed the moldy bits off. As for my chips, they were just as I’d promised, and Mum was suitably impressed. It seemed I’d got off to a good start.

*****

The next day Ashley peeped into my room, saw I had a guitar, and pleaded with me to teach her how to play it. So that evening, after dinner, we had a brief impromptu lesson. We used the drawing room, as I thought Ursula might be a little reluctant for her daughter and me to be shut up together in a bedroom, either hers or mine.

We placed two upright chairs facing each other and passed the guitar back and forth. You may have noticed that playing the guitar while sitting down requires you to part your legs. Professional players simply lay the instrument across their left thigh, but the body of the guitar would’ve obscured my view up her skirt, so I told her to use her right thigh — which to my mind, makes playing easier anyhow. I would show her how a chord was fingered, then pass the guitar to her and she’d try it. Each time Ashley handed it back to me, her legs would remain parted. Was she oblivious to my stolen glances, or was it that she simply didn’t care? Either way, the glimpses I got of her white cotton knickers thrilled me to the quick. I took several pictures of her with my phone, and one of them had a great view between Ashley’s thighs. Luckily, she didn’t ask to see any of the shots I took.

It was a short first lesson, as her fingers quickly became sore from pressing on the strings. “Show me your hand.” I said when she complained. Her fingers were long and narrow, perfect for the guitar. “Don’t worry, it’s just that your fingertips need to toughen up. Trim the nails on your left hand and let them grow on your right.” I gave her a big smile. “You did very well for a beginner, Ashley. I’m proud of you.” Just the touch of her hand made my pulse race.

At nine o’clock, when she went to bed, I knocked on Ashley’s door to bid her goodnight. She lay there, her sweet face just above the folded back top sheet, smiling at me. I sat on the bed, leaned in and kissed her cheek. My eyes were brimming with tears of love that I did my best to conceal.

Gently closing the door, I went across the landing to my own room and lay down, wondering what I’d gotten myself into. There I was, head over heels in love with a girl of twelve. Mind you, I didn’t see my obsession as perverted in any way. No, my love was pure and true. All I wished for was her happiness.

As I lay there hugging my pillow, I dreamed of being the one who led Ashley through the next stage of her young life. I knew that I could make her transition to womanhood much happier than my own had been, with its rejections and heartbreak, the endless longing for what I could never have. I could make her love me, and return that love ten times over.

But first, I had to secure my position as au pair. All I had going for me thus far was that Ashley seemed to really like me, and that Ursula’s sister was a fellow alcoholic. But then I remembered the little flicker that had registered on my gaydar the first time I’d spoken to Ursula, an instinct that was nearly always dead-on reliable. Beneath her business-like exterior, I thought, lurked a woman who might find me desirable — and if a sexual connection could be forged with the mother, I’d be safely on the road to bedding the daughter.

That said, it seemed far too early for me to make a move on Ursula, even if she seemed interested. I chose to play it by ear, and if an opportunity presented itself, I’d seize it with both hands.

*****

The days rolled by. I worked assiduously to keep the house clean and tidy, so Ursula would have no reason to let me go. I looked up recipes on the internet and practiced cooking them during the day when I was on my own, so I could feed them into the garbage disposal if they turned out badly.

Every afternoon I helped Ashley with her homework, the two of us up in her room, seated side by side at her desk, our heads close together, hips and shoulders occasionally touching, chatting and laughing together. A strong bond was forming between us.

Occasionally, Ursula would look at me in a way that made my body pulse with arousal. She never gave out any overt signals that she was attracted to me, but my intuition recognised that there was something there, that Ursula was already planning her first move.

It came even sooner than I’d expected. One late evening, after tucking Ashley in, I went down to the drawing room where I found Ursula relaxing on the settee, sipping a glass of red wine. She wore a classic little black number — form-fitting without being tight, coming down to just above the knee.

“You don’t have a problem with me drinking in your presence, do you?” she asked.

I shook my head. “Not at all. I have to live in the real world, after all. Your drinking won’t affect me.”

“Good, because I like a glass before bedtime.” From Ursula’s relaxed demeanor and the warmth in her voice, I suspected that she’d already had more than “a glass.”

Taking another sip from her glass, she eyed me up and down. I’d seen that look before — mostly in lesbian pick-up joints. “I’m not sure that I care for that tartan-shirt-and-jeans look of yours, Misty. You never seem to wear anything else.” Truth was, my wardrobe was based on what I could afford… and what tended to hold up the best through repeated wear. “You’re far too attractive to style yourself like a lumberjack, if you’ll forgive me for saying so. You’d look much nicer in a dress.”

“I like yours,” I said. “You have exquisite taste.”

She smiled. “Thank you. You know, I bet this would look even better on you. Why don’t you try it on? Come over here and unzip me.” She stood and turned around, presenting her back.

My heart was pounding like a jackhammer as I slowly approached her. Taking hold of the zipper with nervous fingers, I slowly pulled it down. Ursula let the dress fall to her ankles, revealing a pair of full cut, white nylon knickers, trimmed with lace. Nothing else.

Her body was exquisite. Her tits were small and firm and would never need a bra, and she had lean, strong legs, the kind I love most when they’re wrapped around my back. Her panties were snug enough to reveal the outline of her cleft, making it clear that she was shaven smooth.

Ursula stepped out of the dress, saying, “Your turn. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

I unzipped my jeans, remembering that I was wearing a pair of men’s briefs underneath, a look that drove my last girlfriend wild. Taking a deep breath, I tugged my jeans and underpants down in one fell swoop, stepped out of them and looked up at Ursula, my eyes burning into hers as I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and spread it wide, then shrugged it off and to the floor.

Her gaze riveted me to the spot as it slowly travelled down the length of my body, finally pausing at the sight of my own baby-smooth vulva.

“Misty, you’re gorgeous!” she breathed.

My suspicions were confirmed! She was gay all right — I could read the desire in her eyes. I let her look at me for a beat, then picked up her dress from the floor, stepped into it and pulled it over my hips, turning my back to let her zip me up.

Ursula ran her hands down my sides and over my bum to smooth it down, then stood back. “It’s a perfect fit. You look much more elegant now than you do in those ratty jeans.”

Fine by me, I thought. If she likes femmes, I can do femme. By that point, I’d have crawled through a minefield to keep this job and get closer to Ashley.

“Thanks for letting me try it on,” I said, turning my back to her again, this time so she could unzip me. I let the dress fall and turned to face her as I stepped out of it.

She gazed at my nakedness, absently licking her lips. Finally, she spoke. “One day soon when I have time, we’ll go shopping together, and I’ll buy you a decent wardrobe.” She held up a hand before I could reply. “No, don’t say anything — I can afford it, and seeing you looking nice is worth every penny.” Moving over to where the dress lay, she bent down to pick it up. “Until then, why don’t you keep this dress? Think of it as a token of appreciation for all you’ve done for Ashley… and for me.”

“That’s very kind of you.” Still completely nude, I sat down in an armchair just opposite the settee. Now that I knew where this was going, I studied Ursula as a potential sex partner. Mind you, I wasn’t averse to fucking adult women, despite my obsession with Ashley. The way I saw it, since I had no idea if I’d ever entice that sweet little twelve-year-old into bed, why not take the edge off with her mum?

Seating herself on the settee, Ursula took a sip of wine. She gazed over the glass at my thighs which were primly pressed together. I knew that pretending to be modest while naked or scantily clad could usually be counted on to drive older women frantic with lust. I waited for a few heartbeats, then parted my legs just a few inches, enough to give her a glimpse of my cunt.

“If you don’t mind,” I said, “I’m not going to bother getting dressed. I’d only have to take it all off again when I go to bed.”

“I don’t mind a bit,” she said, smiling.

I lay back in the deep comfort of the chair, casually spreading my knees another six inches or so.

Ursula’s eyes widened, then she spoke again. “I hope you don’t mind me staring at you, Misty. It’s just that you’re so beautiful. Your figure is perfect… I love girls with nice small tits. Big floppy ones turn me off.”

Now I was in full exhibitionist mode, letting Ursula see everything I had. “No, I don’t mind you staring. You can look all you like. I love showing off my body. When girls look at me, I get tingly all over.” I was lewdly displaying myself, thighs as far apart as the arms of the chair would allow.

“God, your cunt is beautiful,” she murmured, as if talking to herself. Then her eyes met mine. “Um, you’re okay with me calling it that, right?”

I laughed. “Oh, yeah. I like it when girls talk dirty.” Hooking my knees over the arms of the chair, I opened my legs as wide as they’d go. “Keep looking at my cunt, Ursula, look long and hard.” I placed both hands flat on my tummy and slowly slid them down until my fingers were able to spread my lips apart, revealing the pink grotto within.

“Oh, my God,” she croaked, pushing herself off the settee and going down on her knees in the plush carpet. As if hypnotized, she began to crawl towards me, her eyes riveted to my pussy.

I held up a hand, the palm facing her in a “stop” gesture. “Stay there, Ursula. I’m not going to let you touch me.” A look of acute distress crossed her face. “Not yet, at least. Perhaps one day soon, but tonight, I just want you to look.” With that, I plunged two fingers deep into my vagina, as far as they could go, then took them out to suck on, smearing the thick honey all over my mouth. Then I placed those fingers on either side of my clit and rapidly worked them up and down — my favourite way to masturbate. Ursula was on hands and knees, just three feet away, her eyes locked on the action.

“I’ve never let anyone watch me do this,” I said — overlooking, for the moment, my preteen primary school antics. “You’re the first, and I fucking love it. Take a picture with your phone. Take lots of pictures and show them to your dyke friends. Hell, put them on the internet so the whole world can watch me.” I was amazed by my own boldness, but it felt so amazingly good to let myself go in such a lewd, nasty way.

Ursula sat back on the settee and fumbled through her handbag on the end table, spilling half the contents in the process. Finally her shaking hand emerged with a phone. Thumbing it on, she started taking pictures. “Zoom in and get some close ups,” I told her. The flash went off half a dozen times, then she put the phone down on the coffee table and thrust a hand down the front of her knickers.

“Oh, this is perfect,” I said. “Go ahead, finger your pussy! I love to see a woman make love to herself. Now, I want to watch you come. Go on, fuck yourself with your fingers, then suck them clean and get a nice taste of your cunt. Mine tastes marvelous — if you’re good, you might get to sample it someday.”

Ursula sucked on her fingers, then roughly shoved her knickers down past her knees until they ringed her ankles. Her thighs were now spread wide apart to display her cunt which, like mine, was shaved bare. Her face and chest were deeply flushed.

We both worked vigourously to bring ourselves off and, as I anticipated, she came first. With a loud cry, her legs slammed together, trapping her hand. She went rigid for a moment, eyes squeezed tightly shut — then with a loud release of breath she went limp, her head falling back.

I stopped frigging myself, licked my fingers clean and picked up my clothes and the little black dress. I stood for a second, looking at her.

“How did you know I’m gay?” I asked.

“You mentioned the ‘Just for Today” group. My sister’s a member. It’s mostly lesbians, right?”

I laughed, nodded and went upstairs to my room to finish myself off.  Always leave them wanting more, I thought.

Continue on to Chapter 2