Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Amanda

1796 – Philadelphia and New York 

The servants had brought breakfast to my room. This was not unheard of but rare. Soon after the meal arrived, Catherine came in and sat with me while I ate. I had been living with her for three years now, and most of my morning meals were taken in the dining room or sometimes the kitchen.

“I’m traveling south, to Georgia, to breed one of my mares,” Catherine informed me, looking sad. “I shan’t be returning alone.”

“Is something wrong?”

“It’s too terrible to face, I fear.”

I wiped my mouth and sat up straighter. “But, what is it?”

“Now that my mother is dead, I am the end of the family line. I once hoped she would become well again and bear a brother for me. Someone to will our fortune to. However this has never happened. So it falls to me to produce an heir.”

“You can’t mean…”

“Indeed I do.” Tears formed in her eyes. “I fear that my parties, my tavern, the life I love, must come to an end.”

“This cannot be, Catherine. Surely there is another way.” Setting my tray aside, I moved closer. “Can women not own property handed down to them? This is the new world, is it not?”

She looked at me for a moment, then said, “And then, after I am gone, to whom should my holdings pass?”

“But if you marry, would your husband not take everything?” I asked.

“I’m no fool, child. My lawyer, he is my uncle. Though I control much wealth, my holdings are, on paper, scant. It is by fortune alone that my uncle would be so honest as to fulfill my father’s wishes. And I fear he might not have been so were it not that my father’s fortune pales next to his own. What is mine is hidden in false holding companies and manly pseudonyms.”

“Still, surely you need not be married.”

“Should I produce a bastard?” She seemed to contemplate this for a moment. I could see that she was desperately searching for some alternative. “Perhaps rescue an orphan and will it all to her?”

This notion brightened her face slightly. To me it sounded like the perfect solution, but even being in her home, I did not fully understand the nuances of people of wealth.

“No man shall abide my wickedness,” Catherine said quietly. “The whole of my life will change, and all so I can produce an heir to leave my fortune to.”

A tear slipped from the corner of her eye. “I have always hated my fortune, and now it has cost me everything I hold dear… funny, isn’t it?” she scoffed. “The things we cherish most often cannot be bought.”

“But why?” I pleaded. “Why must you marry a man? Leave it all to Alice, or…”

“To you?” she smiled. “If only that were possible.”

“Why can’t it be?”

I had to understand this. I was scarcely concerned with the prospect of inheriting her wealth. What I feared was losing everything else Catherine meant to me. “Why can’t you make it possible?”

“It simply isn’t done. That is why.” She sounded angry.

“What will we do without you, Catherine? Does that mean nothing to you?”

“Oh, more than I can say.” She placed her hand on my arm. “My girls and my horses are all that I’ve ever loved.”

I was sobbing uncontrollably by now. I ached at the thought of losing Catherine. I wondered who else I would lose? Alice? Those I called friends from the tavern?

“What manner of wife will you make?” I asked.

“A terrible one, I’ll wager,” she laughed. “Shan’t let him touch me once I conceive. Perhaps I should be so lucky then as to have him divorce me.”

“What about a… a sodomite?” I cringed. “If you would ignore his wickedness, might he not strike a deal and ignore yours too?”

Catherine laughed again. “No I fear that Pierre is truly a man.”

“You know him already?”

“I do.”

“But Catherine, there could never be another like you.” I wiped the tears from my eyes. “What you’ve created for us, no one could ever manage that again.”

“Perhaps it will all be fine in the end. On our wedding night if I conceive it could all end there, since he’ll no doubt see that I failed to bleed for him.”

“You’ve…”

“Many years ago. From whom do you think Madeline learned about the dildo? I had learned it from my first lover. And I hope someday, Liz, you too will teach it to another. If that is the legacy I can pass on, then this will not be so horrible.”

She sighed heavily. “I’ve known for many years this time would come. I’ve simply denied it for as long as I can. I only have a few years left now in which I can produce an heir. Then it will be too late.”

“So let it be too late, Catherine. Will all your wealth to the Quakers. They could even continue to help your slaves.”

Catherine shook her head. “I have dedicated what must surely be many pounds of gold, tons of ships, and even blood, to that cause and that religion. So much that if gold were the answer, nary a Negro would live in bondage the world over. However, it is not gold which will free them, but people. And when I am gone, with or without my fortune, there shall be one less to fight for them.”

A moment of contemplation passed her. “This is something I cannot escape, love. A time comes when we all must do what is expected of us. I’ve done all I could, but now I too must do my duty. As Eliza shall someday, as Constance shall, as with all of us who must produce heirs.”

And that was the end of it.

Again I found myself devastated. It seemed that everyone I came to rely on somehow was taken from me. That was the moment I finally began to realize that I must become my own woman. I must make my own way in the world and never place my future in the hands of another again. These realizations, however, did nothing to stem my tide of tears. I cried for the next three days.

Catherine was true to her word with me. She arranged to give me all the money from the sale of Madeline’s home. She also saw to it that funds her husband would never find out about were paid to me every week. It was quite a tidy sum. Twenty-five gold coins each week. I was shocked by such generosity, and wondered to myself how I could ever begin to spend such a surplus.

I had to decide where I was going to go, what I was going to do. I could not stay in Catherine’s house, but at least I had until the next party, which was to be held in the spring of that year.

She made it known that this would be her last, and it certainly was the best, even in the shadow of her burden. Women came from across the seas to partake of her hospitality. It lasted a full week and every manner of debauchery was indulged. Catherine spared no expense in treating us all to everything she could imagine. Perhaps most surprising, it was she who put on the stage performance — much to Alice’s disappointment, as the girl had dearly hoped to be the crown jewel of this final gathering.

For the concluding year, the ultimate taboo. Catherine invited as a guest one of the former slaves she had brought to Pennsylvania years before. For many, that was a great shock. But far more shocking was to see Catherine in her coat and breeches kneeling between the woman’s legs, lapping and sucking at her sex. I asked myself if this was what she had meant by her ‘exotic tastes’.

When it all was over, I fell to tears again. Alice stayed with me another two days but could do little to comfort me. Before she left, though, she made me swear an oath that I would write to her from wherever I went.

So, that was the finish of my time with Catherine and ultimately in Philadelphia. Without Catherine’s leadership and tavern there would be nothing left of us, her girls. However, I knew a bit about some of the attendees of her parties, and I wondered whether anything like I had known here might exist elsewhere in the country.

New York City seemed to have promise. It was there that Constance had been widowed, and where she lived with a woman she commonly called her cousin. I did not know her address, but surely someone there would know her name. Constance after all was quite wealthy thanks to the death of her husband.

I had told by Catherine that I might wish to seek out Constance in New York, thus setting my heart on that city in the end. She knew others there who might be persuaded to introduce me. Little did I know at the time what she was sending me to.

Catherine had lawyers in Amsterdam, Paris, and New York City. All I would have to do is tell any of them my name, and the allowance she had afforded me would begin to come within weeks.

On the day that Catherine and I said our tearful goodbyes, she left for the south and I took a coach north from Philadelphia, but not before stopping to see Alice for what I feared might have been the last time in my life.

The trip to New York City was unexpectedly short. I would suppose that if I had done more study of maps and geography I might not have been so surprised.

I rented a room in a hotel across the street from where the coachman let me out. I stood looking out of the window wondering if this was my new home, or just a stop on the way to a life I had not yet conceived.

I was flush with cash. I had been given a thousand gold coins, plus an additional twenty-five per week paid back for the years I had lived with Catherine. I could hardly believe how much she had given me, though it was not a lifetime’s wealth. It was only enough to get me started well in a new place, and I mustn’t spend it foolishly.

As I stood in my room gazing out of the window while the sun set lazily, suddenly I became aware of the destiny that I would make for myself. It was this new vision that gave me a direction in my life. I could learn all I needed and hopefully find the perfect city to live out my dream.

I ate my supper that night content in the knowledge that I would, for the first time in my life, have a destiny of my own making. Indeed I would rely on Catherine’s money initially, but the day would come when I could thank her politely and cut myself off. I simply needed to find a way to perpetuate an income first.

In the morning I would find Constance. She had no reason to befriend me, as I was much beneath her, but we had at least our perversions in common and the knowledge of Catherine’s sorority. I hoped that perhaps that might be enough for us and she would be willing to teach me about the interesting points of New York City.

With the sunrise my first stop became Catherine’s New York lawyer. I secured my income for the following weeks, and perhaps months or years. I was about to leave the office when it occurred to me that this gentleman might be acquainted with the woman I sought.

“Sir, I was wondering,” I began. “Do you perchance know a widow by the name of Constance Burgham?”

The lawyer looked at me, curious why one like myself might ask after a lady of such station. I could tell, however, that he did know her, and hoped he would assist me in finding her.

After staring at me for several moments, he finally said, “She lives outside the city, in Kings County.”

“Would you provide me a map, perhaps?” I batted my eyes and did my level best to seem demure and helpless. I prayed this would cause him to take pity on me.

He did as I asked. And with map in hand I left him, taking the first coach I could. I gave the driver the map and we traveled for almost two hours, including a ferry ride from Manhattan to Long Island, before reaching the Burgham estate.

I was quite concerned as I walked up the path to the house. I hesitated a moment before ringing the bell. Shortly afterward a man opened the door, looking me over carefully.

“I am Elizabeth Jordan,” I said. “I am here to speak to the lady of the house.”

“No solicitors, ma’am.” He was about to shut the door, but I blocked it with my foot and smiled. “No, of course not. But I am not a solicitor. I believe she will be willing to speak with me. I am one of Catherine’s girls.”

He paused, then nodded his head and told me to wait, closing the door. After ten minutes, I thought I was being made the fool and was about to leave when the door opened again. It was the same man. “This way,” he said.

I was led through a house every bit as wonderful as Catherine’s to a parlor. There, upon a sofa, sat Constance with Mary, the supposed cousin she was never far from.

“Elizabeth Jordan, m’lady,” the man announced, then walked away.

“It took me a moment to remember your name, girl,” Constance said, looking me over. “You could have dressed better, perhaps, and my man might not have thought you a solicitor.”

She stood and approached me. “One of Catherine’s girls,” she said with a false smile. This was not going well. She did not at all look pleased to see me. “What is it? Do you want money? Quarter?”

“No, nothing like that, m’lady.”

“Good, because you shan’t find it here.” She resumed her seat on the sofa, and I moved to stand in front of her.

“You know the city,” I finally said. “I do not. I need someone to teach me the… finer points of New York City, shall we say.”

She glanced at Mary then back to me. “You’re asking me to be your guide?” Mary tittered at this.

“I’m asking you to take pity on one not unlike yourself, ma’am. Catherine has provided well for me, but I wish to find other like-minded women. Perhaps there is a place—”

“No. Not here. Nothing like what Catherine had. I’m sorry.”

She waved a hand, dismissing me, and I had no choice but to leave. I was nearly out of the parlor when she called, “How did you find me?”

When I told her about the lawyer who had given me the map, Constance seemed annoyed. I feared then that I had caused him trouble and was immediately sorry for my honesty. I left them and returned to the waiting coach, who drove me back to my hotel.

A week passed as I searched without finding any sign of anything even remotely similar to Catherine’s tavern. I had hoped I might see something, but the city was larger than Philadelphia and I realized it was very likely that without contacts here I could hunt forever and find nothing. After all, we are necessarily secretive and quite good at it.

I had begun to contemplate other cities. I spent time seeking out bookstores in hopes of finding literature of a more improper nature that might give me some clue as to where I should go next.

It was evening and I was sitting in my room looking over a book I had bought when there came a knock at my door. I got up and crossed the room, opening the door to find Mary standing outside looking a bit unsure.

“Our mutual lawyer friend told me where to find you,” she said. I stood aside to let her in.

“Does Constance know…”

“She sent me,” Mary smiled. “She’s not really so cold as she seemed.”

I suspected that. She had been quite friendly to me at Catherine’s parties.

“New York is not a friendly city for women of our type,” said Mary. “But we are not entirely alone. You will find that there is a tea party held every Monday afternoon at four.”

She handed me a slip of paper with an address. “They wouldn’t let you in off the street, but Constance has promised to send for you, and she will gain access for you.” Mary looked me over, then glanced about my room. “Please wear your finest gown.”

She did not stay any longer. Monday? That was in two days. I would have to find a frock that might allow me to pass in higher circles. Nothing I had brought from Catherine’s seemed appropriate.

I spent several hours the following day, hoping to find something that would fit since I would not have time to wait for one to be made. Eventually I found a red velvet dress that would do for the party.

When at last a coach arrived for me I hurried from my room and boarded it. I thought I might have to pay the fare, but I learned that it was one of Constance’s personal drivers.

I rode some time to a large house within the city. It seemed a fine place and I climbed the steps to the door with great hope and anticipation.

I reached out to ring the bell but the door opened and a woman in a butler’s uniform gestured for me to enter. “Miss Elizabeth Jordan, I presume.” I nodded my head and was led upstairs to a large sitting room.

Within I found five women in silk and velvet dresses seated and chatting, sipping from fine china cups. I was announced and all eyes turned to me. Mary stood and gestured to an empty chair which I took.

I sat quietly, sipping tea as I listened to the conversations of the women around me. I was not sure how to approach them, and none seemed to take much interest in me.

“Elizabeth, is it?” A voice caught my attention and I looked up to see a woman in the most lovely dress, wearing a tall white wig and smiling. “I am Josephine Prager. This is my party.”

She offered me her hand, and believing I understood, I rose and took it, kissing it gently.

“You’re one of the infamous Catherine’s girls, are you not?”

I nodded my head briefly.

“Awful sort, that Catherine, I haven’t the foggiest notion why our Constance indulges her… so, are you the girl she buggered for entertainment?”

There was a titter from the others. I was sure I had blushed, but in truth I felt more anger than shame. Catherine had set us free with her wicked parties. I could not understand how this Josephine could speak that way of her.

“No,” I shook my head. Then something came over me and I surprised myself. “But I think you could use a good buggering and I’d be happy to oblige.”

Josephine’s eyes widened but her smile did not fade. The other guests giggled and she glanced around at them, then back at me.

“Mind your manners, girl,” she snapped.

I looked over at Mary and Constance, who were seated nearby, and they both smiled up at me. “Oh, Josephine, stop being cruel,” said Mary.

Josephine calmly took a sip of her tea. I returned to my chair, keeping my gaze on her.

“We do not engage in such debauchery here,” she said. “We are proper ladies and would never do any such thing… save of course Constance and Mary, filthy sluts that they are.”

“Come now, Josephine, you’ve buggered a girl or two in your time,” Constance teased.

“Indeed, but in my defense I thought they were boys.”

Two hours passed with the women being cruel to me, to one another, and toward Catherine, all for my benefit. I had no idea how they teased me that day. I sat, taking it, grinding my teeth and biting my tongue. I did not give in to my anger. I desired nothing more than to turn them each over my knee and give them a proper spanking for their absolutely awful behavior, but I did nothing.

If these ‘ladies’ were my door to New York’s hidden dark underside, then I had no choice but to take it. No choice but to do as I’d been told and mind my manners. These women though were all I’d come to believe about the very wealthy. Bitchy, cruel, and all behind a false smile. They were not at all the type of woman Catherine and Madeline had taught me to be. Not at all the type of person I wanted to be.

Indeed I must say that what Madeline and Catherine had taught me simply would not do in the normal world which I had to be part on a daily basis. For my nights and in our private time I had learned to be something else altogether, and as terrible as it was, I enjoyed it.

For the next three weeks I continued living in my hotel and going each Monday afternoon to the tea party. I had resolved that third time that I would go no more when Josephine stopped me just as I was leaving.

“What do you know of Catherine and how she came to learn her true nature?” she asked me gently. She was speaking decently to me for the first time and I decided I would answer her question.

I turned fully to face the woman, looking into her eyes. “She calls it a legacy. One taught to her, then to Madeline, and finally to me.”

She laughed. “So you think you know what was taught Catherine? Who do you think it was bestowed that legacy upon her?”

Surprised, my eyes widened. “You?” I could hardly believe what I was hearing after the way she had spoken of Catherine.

“Of course, dear, when she was but a child, even before my husband had died.” Josephine looked quite pleased with herself as she spoke. “She was just a girl when she came beneath my wing.”

“But how?”

“Her mother was ill, and had nothing to say even then of her comings and goings. But she spent a year here and she was my… student.”

“Student, ma’am?”

“Indeed. And now, yes, now I think I should like you to be my student.”

“Me, ma’am?”

I felt quite unsure of what she meant and not a little afraid. I had no idea the honor I was being offered. Josephine said little else, however, leaving me only to imagine what it could mean. And believe you me, I failed miserably to adequately imagine.

She gave me three days to decide and to get my affairs in order. I went to Catherine’s New York lawyer and made sure that my allowance and money would be secure with him. I could only hope when I left to return to my hotel that he was as honest as she.

I waited for the coach to arrive with only my single bag, three dresses, and the sole treasure I had left of Madeline, her wicked device.

I admit that I was intrigued. If Josephine had been Catherine’s mentor, then most certainly I should learn from her as well. I might come to learn the things I needed to meet with the destiny I had chosen for myself.

After all I’d seen, I would find that I was still extremely naive. In the next year of my life I would learn the most horrible things, and yet I would endure it, ever faithful that I might someday pass on Catherine’s legacy, as she had called it.

Josephine’s coach came and I boarded it, preparing myself for what I was going to. At the time I thought myself ready. Surely much of what she would try to show me I would already be acquainted with, and soon I would come to know all those delicious feminine pleasures again. Indeed I felt a kind of giddy excitement at the thought of tasting a woman’s sex on my lips, feeling the softness of her skin neath my fingertips.

I had ridden many times to the house where Josephine held her tea parties, and expected we would again. But the driver turned to the east and we went to the river, took the ferry, then traveled two more hours before arriving at a fabulous estate that could rival even Catherine’s.

I was let out at the door and climbed the short stair, ringing the bell as soon as I reached it. It would have seemed that I was eagerly awaited as the door opened immediately and I found a maid smiling back at me.

“Elizabeth, I presume.”

I curtsied quickly.

“You’re expected.” She led me to a parlor where Josephine sat quietly strumming a harp. I must admit this sight surprised me a bit, but I did not show it.

She continued what she was playing as I stood in anticipation. I was becoming uncomfortable when at last the woman finished, then arose and strode across the room to stand before me.

“An oath,” she said. “You will follow my tutelage without question and without resistance or I shall throw you out on that little ass of yours.”

This concerned me, naturally, but still I’d no idea all that Josephine had in store for me, so I was sure I was prepared.

“Yes,” I answered.

“No. No, you do not speak to me so. You shall answer me only with ‘If it pleases you, my mistress.’ Do you understand?”

What a strange thing to say, I thought, but I obliged her. “If it pleases you, my mistress,” I responded.

“Now swear your oath to me.’

“If it—”

“No, repeat the oath to me as I told you. And bow your head before me.”

I did as she instructed, bowing my head. “I shall follow your tutelage without question or resistance… if it pleases you, my mistress.”

“Very good,” she said. “You should not look me in the eye again, girl.” She glanced down at my bag on the floor. “Come, I will take you to your room.”

I was led to a large room with an impressive bed. Four tall posts rose from the foot and head of the bed to hold aloft a silken canopy. It was such a fine soft bed that I could hardly believe it would be mine. I’d no thought at all that its loveliness also hid utility.

After placing my bag in the wardrobe, I turned to find Josephine standing directly behind me. “Remove your clothes,” she said.

I swallowed hard, a bit frightened by her tone.

“Did you hear me, girl?”

“If it pleases you, my mistress.”

I did not know it then, but from that day on I would say little else but ‘If it pleases you, mistress’ time and again.

I did as I was told, taking off my dress and undergown.

“The rest,” she demanded, as I stood before her in my petticoats. Again I uttered what soon would be my motto and removed what clothing I had left.

Josephine went to the night table and picked up a bell. I stood, naked and feeling quite shy. When she rang the bell, my belly tightened. I knew that in a moment a servant would arrive.

It was the very maid who had let me into the house. Josephine handed her my clothing, then went to the wardrobe and took my bag, giving this also to the girl.

“Take it away, Sandra,” she ordered. The maid curtsied and left along with all I had brought.

I stood quietly, my eyes on the floor just before Josephine’s feet. I watched her stepping closer. When she stood directly before me, she spoke again. “Serve me.”

I opened my mouth to speak but said nothing. I did not know what she meant exactly, yet I was too frightened to ask. She repeated her order, this time grabbing my shoulders and forcing me to my knees. I understood then, of course, as she pulled the front of her dress up slightly.

“If it pleases you, my mistress.”

I took the woman’s dress and skirts and lifted them to find that she wore nothing else beneath save her stockings and garter belt. While everything else I’d experienced in the past few minutes had frightened me, this did not. This, rather, felt as if I were slipping in to a comfortable bed, warm and soft.

I leaned forth and wrapped my lips around her clitoris. I slid my fingers between her folds and worked them in and out as I lapped at her sex. I could hear Josephine’s breath coming faster and shorter as I drank in her juices and lavished in the experience.

I could tell she was recently bathed and perfumed, but the scent of her sex rose all the same and I loved it. She was fresh and lovely even in her years. I sucked her sex and licked her folds, I drove my tongue deep within her and moved my fingers more quickly as she rocked on her heels. Her sex grew wetter as I worked my magic upon her, and I knew that at any moment she would climax.

Josephine reached out and steadied herself on the wardrobe as an orgasm ripped through her. I felt her wetness run down my chin and fingers and tried to catch every drop with my tongue. It had been too long since last I’d known this exquisite sin, and if I should be damned for it I dare not miss a single bit.

I slipped from beneath her dress and remained kneeling before her, unsure if she would allow me to stand again.

“Rise,” she commanded after several moments.

I did. I glanced up only long enough to see that she was smiling. I remember feeling a bit of pride at that.

“Come, dinner will be ready soon,” she said.

I glanced about the room briefly, saying nothing but feeling distraught that she intended to parade me about the house in my nakedness with her scent upon me and her taste still in my mouth.

Continue on to Chapter 7

By Amanda Lynn

Piper sat in front of her computer, smiling back at the wide-eyed image of her cousin that filled her monitor. Amber was also there, kneeling beside Piper’s chair. It had only been a couple of hours since Stephanie had left for work and Piper couldn’t wait to tell Brooke about what had happened the night before. While they waited in Amber’s room, Piper recounted the events of the previous evening, much to Amber’s delight. Once Jessica had left for work, Piper sent Brooke a text asking her to meet them online, as the two girls headed for Piper’s bedroom.

“Wow! You and your mom did it! That’s awesome, Pipes. How did it happen?”

“Yeah, it was great,” Piper replied with a giggle and, for the second time in as many hours, explained the events of the evening before. Piper could see Brooke’s face flush as she spoke and was pretty sure the girl was touching herself.

“And that’s not all,” Piper continued. “Mom and Amber have been having sex too.”

“Holy crap! Really?” Brooke asked. She paused for a moment, and her eyes narrowed. Looking at the two of them on her laptop monitor she asked. “How about you two? Have you… you know… fucked?”

Amber and Piper looked at each other. Smiled. Then looked back at the monitor and nodded.

“Wow! I wish I lived closer. I would be over there in a flash, and the three of us could… well, if Amber wanted to fool around with me, that is,” Brooke said. She was beginning to breathe a little quicker, and it was evident that her hand, though hidden off screen, was moving rapidly between her legs.

“I would,” Amber said with a grin. “I haven’t forgotten that kiss at Piper’s party.” Amber thought for a moment. “I guess I could ask the same question of you two,” she grinned at each of them, an eyebrow raised.

“Guilty as charged,” Brooke said before Piper had a chance to respond. The girls giggled with excitement at the naughty secrets they were sharing.

“Do you two think you’ll have a threesome with Steph?” Brooke asked.

“I suggested that, but Mom said she’d have to think about it,” Piper said, as she looked over at Amber and smiled. Amber’s eyes widened at the revelation, the shocked look on her face lasting only for a second before melting into a broad grin.

“Maybe the three of us could have some fun together, right now,” Amber suggested. “Although it looks like you’ve already started, Brooke.”

Amber and Piper chuckled.

Brooke just grinned then pushed her chair back from her desk and stood. Without so much as a word, she quickly pulled off her shirt, pants, and panties, letting them drop to the floor. Sitting back down, she positioned herself in front of the webcam to give Piper and Amber a clear view of her naked body. She spread her legs and resumed playing with herself, smiling into the camera.

Piper and Amber just stared at the screen, watching Brooke. The girl slouched down in her chair with legs splayed wide, her fingers rubbing her clit.

Brooke looked at her screen and frowned. “What are you two waiting for? An invitation?”

Piper and Amber stood and quickly stripped, throwing their clothes onto the bed. “I’ll get the chair from Mom’s room,” Piper said.

“No. Wait,” Brooke said. “I want to watch you two do each other.”

“What did you have in mind?” Amber asked playfully, her fingers teasing her own nipples. Piper stood beside her, rubbing her clit as she smiled at the screen and then at Amber.

“Kiss Amber’s nipples, Pipes.”

Piper turned and made sure they were in front of the camera, then gently gave each nipple a long kiss. Done, she looked at the screen and waited.

“Lick them. Slowly.”

Piper obeyed, taking her time to play the tip of her tongue over each erect peak. Piper could see Amber’s skin flush and heard her soft moan. Piper then pushed the flat of her tongue over the sensitive, pebbled flesh.

“Now suck.”

Taking a quick glance at the monitor, Piper could see Brooke fucking herself with a finger while she rubbed her clit furiously. Piper sucked one of Amber’s nipples into her mouth as she pinched at the other.

Amber moaned again. “That feels so good, Piper,” Amber whispered.

Piper looked up and took her mouth away long enough to smile seductively. She didn’t have time to suck on the other nipple before Brooke issued her next order.

“Sit in the chair, Amber,” Brooke said hotly. “Show me your pussy.”

Amber sat in the chair, and Piper moved behind her. Amber spread her legs and then, as Piper fondled her tits from behind, pulled her lips aside and exposed the glistening pink flesh of her sex to the camera.

Brooke moaned. “Play with your clit,” she breathed huskily.

Amber fingered her clit with small circular movements. Her own breathing was ragged.

“Eat… her… pussy… Pipes,” Brooke said between breaths.

Piper quickly moved around to the front of the chair and dropped to her knees. She pushed Amber’s hand away and locked her mouth on the teen’s swollen clit.

Amber bucked and grabbed Piper’s head. “Fuck! Yes!” Amber said with a throaty voice, then groaned loudly.

That was all that Brooke needed to push her over the edge. Her disembodied cry rang from the small speakers and filled Piper’s bedroom.

Piper worked Amber’s clit with her lips and tongue. She teased and licked and nipped at the sensitive bud. The scent of Amber’s arousal invaded her nostrils, causing the young girl to moan. Piper pushed two fingers deep into Amber and eagerly fucked her for several minutes.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Amber squeaked as she clamped her thighs together, trapping Piper’s head, her body shaking from the pleasure of her climax.

When Amber relaxed, Piper sat back, licking the juices from her lips and looking up at Amber. The teen slouched in the chair, eyes closed. Her breathing was rapid, but slowing.

Piper looked over at the computer monitor and saw that Brooke was sitting up in her chair watching them intently. She had already recovered from her own orgasm. Brooke was smiling, a hand between her legs, mindlessly toying with her clit.

Amber sat up after a few moments and took a deep breath. “Wow! That was great.”

“I’m glad you liked it,” Piper said with a giggle.

“I think you should return the favor.”

The two girls looked up at the monitor and smiled at Brooke.

“It would be my pleasure,” Amber said, holding a hand out to Piper.

Piper grinned, taking Amber’s hand. She pulled the teen to her feet and directly into an embrace.

Amber kissed her hard, pushing her tongue into Piper’s mouth.

Piper moaned and returned the embrace, accepting Amber’s tongue.

Amber held the kiss as she maneuvered Piper by the shoulders to the chair and, with a little downward pressure on her shoulders, had her sit. Amber broke the kiss and was soon on her knees, pushing the preteen’s legs apart. With deliberate movements, she began kissing Piper’s inner thigh, inching closer to her goal.

“Yeah, that’s it, nice and slow,” Brooke said.

To Piper, the teen’s kisses were agonizingly slow. The soft lips on her skin felt great, but she wanted those lips somewhere else. Somewhere a little farther north.

Finally, Amber began to place sweet kisses all over her vulva, at least a dozen times or more.

Piper moaned, and her skin flushed as prickles of excitement raced through her. Piper shuddered, feeling Amber’s tongue explore her folds and then her throbbing clit. Gently placing a hand on Amber’s head, she held it in place and pushed her young cunt against the teen’s mouth.

Amber took the hint and sucked on the erect clit.

“Right there. That’s it,” Piper murmured.

“Eat that little pussy, Amber. Make her come,” Brooke said in a husky voice.

Amber flicked her tongue over the swollen bud, then swirled around it before sucking on the sensitive flesh once again. She pushed her tongue down into the moaning girl’s core, swirling around and tasting the sweet nectar for a moment before quickly moving back up to her clit.

Piper whined and bucked, clawing at the arms of the chair. “Don’t stop. I’m gonna come,” Piper pleaded. She gulped with each sentence.

Amber continued to torment Piper’s clit with her tongue and mouth.

Piper moaned and bucked and twitched in her seat. Her climax was imminent, she could feel the pressure reaching its apex. It held at the plateau for just a second, and when Amber nipped at her clit, her orgasm erupted with the force of Krakatoa.

Piper stiffened and shook and cried out. Her breath caught for several seconds before she gasped loudly, drawing in a lungful of air. In a bedroom several miles away, more sounds of orgasm filled the air. Brooke was busy cursing out her own climax.

“God. That felt good,” Piper said. She shuffled back into the chair, smiling at Amber, and then looking over at Brooke’s image on the screen. She too was composing herself, struggling to sit up in her chair.

“Wow! That was really fun, guys,” Brooke said. She had stood and was retrieving her clothes from the floor. “But I need to go. Mom and I are going shopping soon.”

“Okay then. Talk to you later,” Piper said.

“Bye, Pipes. Bye, Amber.”

“Bye,” Amber said, and the video feed went black.

“Shower, and then the mall?” Amber suggested as she stood.

Piper smiled and got up from the chair and shut down the computer. “Sounds like a plan.”

“I have an idea,” Amber said, a sly grin on her face.

“About what?” Piper pushed the chair up to the desk and turned to face Amber.

“Convincing Steph that she wants to have a threesome with us.”

Piper’s smile broadened. “Really? How?”

“I’ll explain in the shower. Let’s go,” Amber replied holding out a hand. Piper took it, and the two naked girls headed for the bathroom.

 

*******

 

“Steph — I asked for whole wheat.”

Goddamn it! That was the third order she’d screwed up since ten o’clock this morning. It was the lunch-hour rush, and the diner was crazy busy, even more than usual. But that was no excuse, and Stephanie knew it, especially with this customer.

Jack was a businessman who found his way to Ruby’s Diner a few times a month. He always ordered the same thing: a club on whole wheat, hold the fries, and had been doing so ever since he divorced Marcy, almost 13 years ago now. Before that, it had been a BLT on whole wheat. He switched because he said the BLT reminded him of her.

She turned to face him. “I’m sorry Jack. I’ll fix it for you,” Stephanie said, reaching for his plate.

He waved her away. “Don’t be silly. This place is a madhouse. Go tend to your other customers. I’ll live.”

Stephanie gave him an apologetic smile. “Are you sure it’s okay?”

“Yes. Now go. Just don’t make it a habit. I might think you’re trying to drive me away,” he said with a wink and a smile.

“Okay, if you’re sure. Thanks, Jack, I owe you one,” Stephanie said as she turned to grab the next order up from the kitchen. She didn’t know that Jack had fixed his gaze on her ass as she walked away, or of the naughty thoughts that were running through his mind.

It was just before two in the afternoon when Stephanie got her first chance to sit down for a moment. The lunch rush was over, and there were only a few customers in the diner. Stephanie took a long drink from the glass of water she had just poured when Gary stuck his face up and looked at her through the order window from the kitchen.

“Hey, Steph, you okay? You seem a bit off your game today,” he said, as he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand.

“Sorry, Gary. Got some stuff on my mind. That’s all,” Stephanie replied with a smile as she twisted her hips and rotated the stool to face him.

“Nothing serious, I hope. Girl problems maybe?” he said with a wink and a chuckle.

Stephanie snorted. “You could say that. Ten-year-old girl problems.” Except maybe ‘problems’ wasn’t the right word. The memories of what she and Piper had done the night before were occupying her thoughts and distracting her from her work. Stephanie didn’t regret what had happened, but she was concerned about how it would affect their relationship and their future.

“Oh! I don’t think I want to know then,” Gary teased.

No, you’re right, you don’t, Stephanie thought, giving Gary a small smile. What would you think if you knew I was having sex with my ten-year-old daughter, and her fourteen-year-old sitter? Before she had a chance to answer herself, the little bell that hung above the door jingled as someone entered.

Stephanie stood and turned to greet the newcomer. The practiced smile that she wore for customers brightened the instant she saw who the woman was.

“Hey, sis,” Neve smiled and waved.

“Neve, hey!” Stephanie said as she moved to her sister and embraced her. She held Neve close and let her hands travel up and down her big sister’s back. Neve’s hands rested lightly on her back. She held her sister for a long moment, to the point where the other customers were starting to stare.

Neve gently pulled away. “Steph, is everything okay?” Concern registered in her voice.

“Yeah. Can’t a girl give her big sister a hug?” she smiled sweetly.

“Of course, but you haven’t held me like that since we use to… well, since we were young,” Neve answered as a smile crossed face.

Stephanie felt the warmth rise in her cheeks, knowing what Neve was alluding to. “Sorry. It’s been a hectic week. I just needed a hug.”

“Well, I’m glad I stopped by then,” Neve said as she took Stephanie’s elbow and guided her to the stools and they sat. “I was on my way home from a meeting in the city and thought I’d drop in instead of calling. I was thinking that you and I and the girls should go to the cottage for the weekend.”

Stephanie thought about it for a moment. It would be nice to get away for a few days. She hadn’t been to the family cottage for a couple of years. Some of her favorite childhood memories were from the summer vacations she’d spent there with Neve and their mother and father. Those memories included the many times when they were young that she and Neve would sneak off to their favorite secluded spot and make love in the grass.

Sighing contently, she smiled at her sister. “That sounds like a fantastic idea,” she said, but then paused. “Will our parents be there?” The question came out harsher than she intended.

Neve frowned. It bothered her that there was still bad blood between Stephanie and their father. But she didn’t want to get into it.

“No, Steph,” she answered with a sigh. “Just the four of us. Five if Piper wants to invite Amber too.”

Stephanie smiled at the thought, ignoring her sister’s frustrated tone. “Okay. When do you want to go?”

“Friday. I’ll pick up the girls after lunch, and you can join us there when you’re finished work?” Neve suggested.

“Sure,” Stephanie said as she stood and grabbed a coffee pot. “I’ll call you later to discuss the details,” she continued, pausing long enough to give Neve a quick peck on the cheek, then walked toward the tables to check on her customers.

“Okay, Steph. I’ll chat with you later then.” Neve said as she headed for the door.

Topping up her customers’ coffee, Stephanie glanced back to where her sister had been. She smiled thinking of the embrace and her sister’s reminder of their youth. It had been so long since they had been intimate. Deep down, she missed it. Maybe being with Piper and Amber was dredging up all those old memories and feelings of being with her sister. Stephanie wondered if Neve ever thought of those nights in their bedroom, so many years ago, quietly making love. Maybe she could talk to Neve about it this weekend, and perhaps they could… Stephanie shook her head, dismissing that part of the thought.

The rest of her shift went without further incident, and she felt much happier. She was looking forward to the weekend now, more than usual, and could hardly wait to get home and let Piper and Amber know of the planned trip to the lake.

When Stephanie arrived at Jessica’s, she was mildly surprised to find that Piper and Amber were already at her apartment.

“They asked me if Amber could sleep over at your place tonight,” Jessica said with a smile. “I told them it was all right with me as long as you were okay with it. I swear those two are joined at the hip.”

“I don’t mind at all. She’s a pleasure to have around,” Stephanie said.

“Maybe you would like to adopt her then?” Jessica laughed, leaning against the wooden door frame of her apartment.

Umm. I would like that. A lot of fun could be had, she thought. “Maybe I should,” Stephanie replied with a grin. “Listen, um, Piper, and I are going to our cottage this weekend along with Neve and Brooke. I was going to invite Amber. Would that be okay with you?”

“Would it!” Her eyes brightened. “Hell, yeah, it would be okay!”

Jessica straightened, leaned in close to Stephanie and whispered in her ear. “I just bought a new toy and I’ve been aching to try it out, without worrying about little ears, if you know what I mean,” A devilish grin crossed her face, and she waggled her eyebrows.

Stephanie snorted. “You, naughty girl,” she said playfully. Turning to leave she said. “I’ll let Amber know.”

“What!” A horrified cry came from Jessica.

Looking back and seeing the priceless expression on the woman’s face, Stephanie broke into a fit of laughter that lasted for several seconds. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she calmed herself. Now seeing a confused look on her friend’s face, Stephanie spoke.

“I meant about the cottage, Jess,” she smiled. Her cheeks hurt from laughing so much.

It was Jessica’s turn to laugh. “Oh, my god. Of course,” she said placing a hand over her heart.

“Talk to you later, Jess.” Stephanie turned, still giggling, and headed for her apartment.

The smell of scented candles immediately greeted Stephanie when she opened the front door. Stepping inside, she closed the door. It was dark, and she reached for a light switch.

“Don’t,” a soft young voice commanded.

What the hell? she thought. Deciding to let whatever this was play out, she dropped her hand and peered into the darkness of the living room.

Several candles burned around the room, but their glow was insufficient for Stephanie to discern much detail.

“Come in,” the voice said.

Setting her purse down, she moved deeper into the room. Stephanie felt amused by what was happening. She had recognized Amber’s voice as the one that had spoken to her. A few more steps and she could see the ghostly forms of Piper and Amber standing behind the armchair. The flickering candlelight cast changing patterns of light and dark over their bodies. Slowly Stephanie’s eyes adjusted to the low light.

The girls were smiling, and they appeared to be topless. A shiver of excitement ran up her spine.

What are these two minxes up to? Apparently, Piper has told Amber about us.

“Have a seat,” Amber said, motioning to the chair.

Without a word, Stephanie moved to the chair and sat. In her peripheral vision, she caught movement to each side. On her left, Piper came into view as she moved to stand in front of Stephanie. She was indeed topless and wore only a pair of pink panties. She didn’t speak but smiled sweetly. Getting to her knees, the girl began to untie her mother’s shoes.

At Stephanie’s right, Amber stood holding a small tray with a glass of white wine sitting on top. She was also topless and wore a blue thong that, even in the dim light, accentuated her sex. Her young slit was quite evident beneath the tight material. Stephanie swallowed. She could feel her heart race, the heat and arousal between her legs letting its presence be known.

Amber lowered the tray slightly, offering the wine. Stephanie took the glass and Amber disappeared. Looking down at Piper, she saw the girl had finished removing her shoes. She smiled as her daughter slowly pulled the ankle socks from her tired feet. Then Piper took her mother’s foot in her hand and gently massaged it. Stephanie moaned. It felt so good.

Stephanie took a large sip of her wine then put her head back and closed her eyes. A pair of hands touched her shoulders and start to knead the flesh above her clavicles.

Now, this is the life, she thought. A contented sigh escaped her.

Amber’s hands kneaded her shoulders and upper arms. After a few soothing moments of massage, she felt the fingertips of Amber’s hands travel softly over each collarbone until they met in the middle. Then with a slow, deliberate motion, she began to unbutton Stephanie’s uniform dress.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she tilted her head back further and looked up at Amber. The girl just smiled back and shushed her when she tried to speak. Looking back down, she smiled, watching Piper, who was also slowly unbuttoning her dress, starting at the bottom.

She closed her eyes again. Stephanie’s excitement was building with each button that came undone. She was breathing a little deeper, her chest heaving slightly. The skin on her chest was already flushed red. Her breath hitched. Amber had undone the last of the buttons and pushed open her dress. The teen’s hands were caressing the gentle slope of her breasts, moving over the top to cup and squeeze the fleshy globes that lay beneath the lacy material of her bra. Amber unclasped the front of the bra and pushed it off, exposing the stiff pink nipples to the air and causing her to shiver. Stephanie moaned when her sexy young lover pinched and pulled them.

Down below she felt her knees pushed apart and small hands sliding up her inner thighs. Stephanie knew she was wet. She wondered if her daughter could smell the scent of her arousal. She felt Piper’s hands move from her thighs to her hips. Instinctively, Stephanie lifted her butt when she felt the waistband of her panties pulled down.

Oh god. This is going to happen, isn’t it? Piper is going to have her threesome regardless of what I said, she thought.

Right now, however, Stephanie didn’t care. That familiar feeling in her center was building and she was powerless to stop it. Besides, deep down she did want this to happen. She wanted to make love to Piper and Amber together in her bed. It seemed for the moment, though, that the girls were in charge. Maybe they would just fuck right here on the living room floor.

Amber had moved to her side again. Their lips touched. Stephanie felt Amber’s tongue tracing across her lips. She parted them, and Amber’s tongue began to explore inside. Stephanie reached out with her tongue and found Amber’s. They played, swirling and dancing together. Both she and Amber uttered soft moans. They broke the kiss, just long enough to take a breath.

Stephanie took the opportunity to place her wine glass on the small table beside her chair.

She cupped Amber’s ear with her hand and pulled the girl in for another kiss. Stephanie loved the feel of Amber’s lips on hers. They were soft and warm, and she tasted the sweet flavor of the girl’s cherry lipgloss. She could feel the heat of Amber’s breath as it tickled her. Stephanie’s skin prickled, and little tendrils of pleasure snaked their way through her.

Stephanie suddenly gasped into Amber’s mouth, and her hips jerked. Her clit, exposed now that Piper had removed her panties, had been throbbing, begging for attention. Without warning, Piper had put her mouth on her mother’s clit and sucked. Fingers of pleasure shot from her core and radiated outward. Stephanie groaned and squirmed as the Piper manipulated the sensitive bud with all the skill of someone much more seasoned in the ways of lovemaking.

Amber had moved to her knees. Kissing her way, she brushed her lips against Stephanie’s salty skin. She nibbled on her ear and kissed her neck. Nipping at the soft skin above her collarbone. Placing sweet kisses on her breast until her mouth hovered over a stiff pink nipple, Amber’s tongue flicked across it slowly. The teen put a hand on Stephanie’s belly and caressed the soft flesh. Amber could feel the muscles twitching beneath Stephanie’s sweat-slick skin.

Stephanie whimpered as Amber teased with her tongue and Piper explored her folds with a finger. Juices were flowing freely and Stephanie’s hips rocked against Piper’s mouth in response to the continued torment. Stephanie gripped the armrests, knuckles white. Lightning flashed along every nerve as the pressure inside her built.

Piper’s tongue flicked and swirled relentlessly against her mother’s clit. Two of her fingers now plunged into Stephanie’s sodden core only to retreat seconds later. The process repeated and again. Stephanie shuddered at the pleasure her daughter was giving her.

Amber’s mouth locked on her nipple, sucking on it while her tongue played over the pebbled flesh. With her right hand, Amber rubbed Stephanie’s other nipple roughly between her thumb and forefinger.

“Yes, girls, yes!” Stephanie managed to gasp between breaths. These were the first words she had spoken since arriving home. It spurred the girls on, and they continued feverishly toward their goal.

Stephanie grunted and whimpered. Her body twitched, and her pelvis thrust upward. It was then that the intense sensation that she loved so much began to claim her. She stiffened in the chair, her nails digng into the fabric of the armrests. A long, low guttural moan filled the air as she rode out the fading tremors that pulsed through her.

Her body was now limp, unable to move. Her breathing was slowing, and eventually, she willed her eyes to open. The two girls, her angels, her lovers, stood smiling at her. Stephanie smiled back meekly, still not fully recovered.

After a short pause, she pulled herself up into the chair, and held her hands out, one toward each girl. They took a hand, and she pulled them both into an embrace. Stephanie hugged them tightly and then gave each a soft kiss on the lips, tasting herself on Piper.

“Thank you, girls,” she said. Her eyes began to well up. “That was wonderful. I love you both so much,” she sniffed as a tear rolled down her cheek.

Of course, she loved Piper. She was her daughter, after all. But Amber? Did she love her? She had known her for a long time and cared about her very much. Yes! I do love her, she decided. Maybe not in love with her, but love nonetheless.

Stephanie let the girls go and reached for her glass of wine. She took a big swallow and set it back down.

“We love you too, Mommy,” Piper said with a big grin.

“Yeah,” Amber agreed. “I take it you enjoyed our little surprise then?”

Stephanie beamed a bright smile. “I would say,” she chuckled. “I guess you couldn’t wait for me to decide on a threesome?” She directed this question at Piper as she shrugged off her uniform dress and the bra that hung open across her chest.

The girl lowered her gaze. “Sorry, Mommy. I just got so excited by the idea, I couldn’t keep it a secret.”

Stephanie laughed. “No harm done, sweetie.” She took a few moments to admire the two beauties. “But I do think you two are overdressed,” she said, pointing at Piper’s panties and Amber’s thong.

Amber and Piper looked at each other and giggled. Just as they reached to pull their own garments off, Stephanie stopped them.

“Undress each other,” she suggested, taking another sip of wine.

Amber was the first to respond. She got to her knees and placed her hands on Piper’s hips, turning her so she was in profile to her mother. Leaning forward, she kissed the girl’s belly just above her panty line. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband, she slowly pulled them down over the young girl’s hips and down her legs, making a show of it for her mother.

Piper kicked them off her feet as Amber stood. Piper then got to her knees and hooked a finger into the crotch of the thong, pulling it aside. Piper leaned in and kissed the teen’s labia. Amber flinched in response, and Piper giggled as she pulled the garment down her legs.

Stephanie laughed at her daughter’s boldness. Piper was growing up so fast. Maybe it was genetic. Stephanie thought back to when she was Piper’s age. She too had masturbated at every opportunity and, thanks to her sister, had learned of all the pleasures she could enjoy with another girl.

She regretted that in her mid-teens she had ended the sexual relationship with her sister. Stephanie blamed her father, hated him for it really. Subjected to his homophobic attitude her entire life, this had led her to start questioning her own sexuality. Wanting to please her father, Stephanie shunned her sister’s advances and swore off other girls as well. She went out with a few boys, and the dates were usually fun, but they never led to a second date.

Stephanie did have one long-term relationship with a boy, however, which lasted almost the entire school year. It eventually became sexual, and in the back seat of his father’s Buick, they used hands and mouths to get each other off. Well, she used her mouth, but they never went all the way. When it ended with him, Stephanie gave up on boys as well. She knew she didn’t feel the same with them as she had when she’d been with her sister, and she knew she couldn’t risk getting caught dating girls. So, she had resigned herself to a life without a lover and of secret self-pleasuring. Or so she had thought.

Being away at college had put enough distance between her and her father’s overpowering influence that Stephanie was finally able to see things clearly and accept who she really was. Meeting Cait certainly hadn’t hurt either. Cait had become her best friend and confidante, and eventually her lover. Ironically, it had been through Cait that she met the man who would become Piper’s father.

Amber’s moan brought her attention back to the girls in front of her. Piper was still on her knees, her face buried between Amber’s legs. The teen’s hands were on Piper’s head, holding her face against her pussy, her hips rocking slowly.

Stephanie cleared her throat. “Shall we move this party to the bedroom, girls?”

Amber looked at her, eyes hooded and glazed. Her body twitched, slightly hunched over.

“G… gonna… gonna… come,” she grunted.

Stephanie got on her knees beside the girls. She placed a hand on Amber’s butt and her other hand on Piper’s back. She gently caressed both girls, enjoying the smooth softness of their skin. Stephanie planted little kisses on Amber’s belly then her hip. She moved around and kissed the girl’s lower back. She ran her tongue over the salty skin of her perfect ass.

Stephanie kneaded the soft globes for a moment then slipped a finger into the valley between them. Finding the girl’s pucker, she played her finger over it, gently pushing against the sphincter. Amber moaned and twitched. Stephanie continued to kiss along the girl’s spine, listening to Amber’s ragged breathing and the wet noises that Piper was making with her mouth. She was sure that the teen’s release was close.

As if on cue, Amber cried out, her knees buckled slightly. Amber gently pushed Piper away. Still quivering, she stumbled backward. Stephanie caught her by the hips and guided her until she fell onto the sofa. Amber rested there for a moment catching her breath.

Piper giggled and crawled over to her mother’s waiting arms. Stephanie hugged and kissed her deeply. Tasting the mixture of both her own and Amber’s juices, Stephanie swirled her tongue over Piper’s mouth and chin, savoring the flavor of their sex.

“So yummy,” Stephanie said.

Piper giggled. “I love the taste of your pussy too, Mommy, and Amber’s.” She was kneeling, straddling her mother’s thigh, gently rubbing her pussy against it.

“I’m glad you do, sweetie.”

Stephanie’s arousal was growing at the sensation of her little girl humping her leg. She smiled, thinking about that wonderful morning when she’d humped Piper while the girl slept.

“Do you like mine?” Piper asked, searching her mother’s eyes as she rocked her hips.

“Oh, baby, very much. I could eat it all day,” she said with a chuckle.

“And Amber’s?” Piper asked, with a grunt.

“And Amber’s,” Stephanie replied, kissing her daughter’s nose.

Recovered from her orgasm, Amber knelt on the floor beside Stephanie and Piper.

Stephanie pulled her into a shared embrace, and three tongues touched as they kissed. Stephanie’s arms wrapped around the waist of each girl.

Piper had slowed her movements and was playing with her mother’s nipple with her left hand while her right was fondling one of Amber’s smaller tits.

Amber’s hands were roaming over the backs of the other two.

All three moaned softly.

“Amber, sweetie. Lay on your back. Piper hasn’t come yet, and I want to watch her ride your face,” Stephanie said with a wicked grin, after she broke the kiss.

Amber complied without question. She untangled herself and lay on the floor.

“Okay, baby. Kneel over Amber’s face so she can lick your pussy.”

Stephanie guided her daughter over to Amber and helped her into position. She watched as the preteen lowered her sex down to Amber’s waiting mouth.

The older girl gripped Piper’s hips and pulled her down as she pushed the flat of her tongue through the slick folds.

“Yes,” Piper squeaked. “It feels so good, Mommy.”

Stephanie knelt beside them, watching Amber eagerly lick her daughter’s bald little cunt. Stephanie fingered her own clit as she watched. With her other hand, she reached down and slid a finger into Amber’s pussy, drawing out some of the teen’s cream. Amber groaned into Piper’s pussy causing her to shudder. Stephanie licked her finger clean before putting it back on the girl’s clit. Her movements on her own clit mirrored what she was doing with Amber’s.

Piper was rocking her hips, pushing, and grinding her young bud against the teen’s mouth. She was breathing hard, and she had reached out with one hand to grip her mother’s shoulder for support.

“Fuck, Amber, I’m gonna come!” she squealed.

Amber pulled at Piper’s hips, her mouth working the girl’s clit. Amber’s orgasm was getting close, and Stephanie’s fingers rubbed furiously over her swollen, sensitive bud.

Stephanie too could feel that her own release was imminent. The hand that wasn’t fingering Amber was between her own legs fucking her throbbing pussy.

Then, in rapid succession, all three came. First Piper stiffened and shook, and gave a strangled cry. Next, Amber arched her back and groaned into Piper’s pulsing pussy, clawing at the carpet as she spasmed. Then Stephanie came. Ribbons of pleasure shot up her spine, and her breath caught. She twitched and grunted. Pulling her hand from Amber, she leaned back, bracing herself on the floor behind her with outstretched arms.

After a moment, Piper slid off Amber’s face and lay on top of her. The girls kissed, tongues exploring. Stephanie stretched out beside them, running a hand down Piper’s back and over her cute bum. She kissed Amber’s shoulder and neck and then her lips when the teen turned to face her.

“That was awesome,” Amber said, smiling.

“Yeah,” Piper giggled. “That was such a good come.”

Stephanie chuckled. “The night is still young, kids,” she said with a wink.

After a few more kisses with each girl, she continued. “I don’t know about you two, but I’m starving. Let’s refuel before the next round.”

The girls laughed and agreed. They got up, and still naked, made their way to the kitchen. Piper and Amber sat at the kitchen table while Stephanie looked through the fridge for something quick and easy to make.

Deciding on omelets, Stephanie switched on the kitchen light and began to prepare the meal. Glancing over at the girls, she could see that their faces glistened with each other’s juices. Stephanie couldn’t believe how lucky she was. To have two beautiful, eager young girls to play sexy games with. She smiled at the naughty, but oh so delicious, sight before her for a couple moments, then continued with the preparation.

Once the meal was ready, Stephanie placed the plates of food in front of the girls, then grabbed her own and sat down across from them. As they ate, they continued to chat. During the conversation, Stephanie remembered she hadn’t told them about the weekend plans when she got home. Of course, having two horny young girls molest you when you walk through the door could have that result.

“By the way, Piper,” she said, putting down her fork, “we’re going to the cottage this weekend with Aunt Neve and Brooke.”

Piper beamed. “Cool,” she said excitedly. “We haven’t been to the lake in ages. Can Amber come too?”

“If she wants to,” Stephanie said, turning her attention to Amber. The teen was smiling brightly.

“I would love to. It sounds like fun. But I’ll have to ask my mom first.”

“Already taken care of, sweetie. I asked her before I came home,” Stephanie said with a grin.

Amber’s smile seemed to get even brighter, then both girls cheered before they immediately started chattering, making plans for the weekend. Stephanie laughed to herself and watched them lovingly. They were still little girls, even if they made love like someone beyond their years.

After the meal, Stephanie stood and took each girl by the hand, leading them to the master bedroom. They made love late into the night before finally falling asleep in a jumble of bodies and bed sheets.

Continue on to Chapter 10

By Unfastened Belts

I peeked out from behind the shed. Some kids were playing soccer not very far away, but they were engrossed in their game. I walked out ahead of Bo, who was carrying the change in one hand, our cookies in the other. I felt lightheaded and my body was hot. If Bo’s face was any indication, we were both still blushing heavily.

“You can go to the spot without me,” I told Bo. “I’m gonna be there in a minute.”

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“By the pool. I need to take a cold shower.”

“Oh yeah, that sounds about right. I’m going with you.”

We walked past the soccer field to the hedge, which was really a tall thicket of small trees and shrubs about four meters wide, with a few openings in it to get to the other side. “The smallest jungle in the world,” I said as we walked through it, which made Bo laugh.

We crossed the lawn on the other side and went down the large stone steps. There were a few showers by the poolside. We stopped in front of one, looking at each other. The showers only had cold water, and we were already dreading the icy ordeal to come. “You first,” Bo said as she put our stuff down on the step next to us.

I stood out of the way and pushed the button that made the cold water spray down. Slowly, I extended one leg into the stream, then the other, trying to get myself used to the temperature. I took a deep breath and moved directly underneath the stream.

It hit me like a fist, the water so cold that I was too paralyzed to scream. I turned around a few times, letting the stream rinse me all over, panting. After ten seconds or so I was out, almost aching but feeling refreshed.

I jogged in place, hugging myself as I waited for Bo to get done. A few seconds were enough for her as well. Once she emerged, we grabbed our things and ran back to our spot, knowing the water would shut off automatically.

Mom waved at us as she saw us coming. “Hey, girls.”

“Hey, Mom!”

We set our stuff down and dried ourselves off with our bath towels. Dad lifted the straw hat off his face and grinned at us. “Having fun?”

“Yeah!” I said.

“We got cookies,” Bo explained.

“Wanna eat some sandwiches first before you dive into them?” Mom asked.

“Sounds great!”

“Yeah!”

“I’m hungry too,” Dad chimed in.

We shared the sandwiches. Mom had put lettuce, tomatoes and mozzarella on them. “Hits the spot,” I commented, still munching on my first one but already grabbing another. For some reason, I felt like I hadn’t eaten in years.

I glanced sideways at Bo, only to see her glancing sideways at me. We smiled and looked away, but Dad must have noticed.

“You guys look like you’re up to no good,” he commented in between bites, grinning. “What’s the scheme?”

“It’s a secret,” Bo said, beaming.

I felt myself blush, thinking, Why didn’t she just play it off instead? Or would that have been suspicious? This is barely just starting, whatever it is that’s happening between us. I hope we’re not giving away too much already.

Before anyone had a chance to continue the conversation, Mom said, “Bo, look who it is.” We all followed her gaze.

It was Rebecca, leisurely strolling towards us past the beach volleyball field. When she saw us looking, she waved. I felt a pang of jealousy. She was here for Bo, of course.

“Hey,” Rebecca said when she arrived at our spot.

She was wearing a colourful bikini and sunglasses. I thought that people with sunglasses usually looked silly, but I had to admit they made Rebecca seem pretty cool, especially with the way she’d unhurriedly walked over to us. Normally she and Bo were a lot bouncier, especially when they ran into each other by chance. Rebecca looked like she owned the pool.

“Hey, Rebecca,” Mom said with a broad smile.

“Hey,” Bo said simply.

Bo was still sitting next to me, holding the remainder of her sandwich. She didn’t seem as excited as usual, and I felt weirdly relieved. That’s right, Rebecca, I thought. She isn’t just gonna run off with you today.

“I saw you earlier when you and Lisa took a shower by the pool,” Rebecca said. “We were just setting up our spot, on the meadow by the stone steps. We got annual tickets this year!”

“Oh, cool! Us too!” Bo exclaimed, smiling now.

“Heck yeah!” Rebecca said, clapping her hands once and striking a pose. Then she caught herself, lowering her voice and leaning down a bit. “Mom said she was gonna take us out for ice cream,” she said slowly. “Interested?” She pronounced every syllable, raising her eyebrows and flashing a toothy grin, giving up a bit of her cool at the prospect of the sugary treat.

“We have cookies…” Bo said, sounding a little unsure. She held up the box to prove her point.

“Yeah, but come on, free ice cream?” Rebecca said conspiratorially. “Those cookies aren’t gonna run away.” Her grin widened.

Bo thought for a few seconds. “Can Lisa come with us?”

“Oh,” Rebecca said, now frowning slightly. We looked at each other. “I dunno, Bo. Mom just said she’d take you and me out.” She sounded reluctant to exclude me.

“It’s okay,” I heard myself say. “You girls go and have fun together. I wanna chill here for a little bit, anyway.”

“You sure?” Bo asked, sounding a little wistful.

“Yeah,” I said, trying to sound confident. “I’m sure I’ll manage.” I forced a smile.

“Okay,” Bo said, putting the rest of her sandwich down. She got up and stood in front of Rebecca.

“Hi, Bo,” Rebecca said, grinning.

“Hi, Rebecca.”

Rebecca slowly opened her arms wide. Then she dropped her act for good and snatched Bo into a manic hug, squealing. She started to bounce up and down with her, their arms wrapped around each other. Bo jumped along, giggling, infected by Rebecca’s mood.

Why the fuck are you so jealous? I scolded myself. They’re just best friends. Be happy for Bo!

Rebecca let go of Bo and turned to us with a serious look.

“Ma’am, Sir, I’m going to abduct your daughter now. I will return her once her tummy is filled with icy goodness.”

Rebecca loved to talk fancy for shits and giggles. Mom decided to join in.

“Oh no,” Mom said, clutching a hand to her chest. “My poor girl. Won’t have you mercy on her?”

“Afraid not,” Rebecca said, shaking her head gravely. “Farewell.”

“Goodbye, Bo,” Dad said, pretending to sob. He put the back of his hand against his forehead and closed his eyes. “My youngest daughter…”

“The next time you see me, I’ll be three pounds heavier,” Bo said, making a sad-clown face.

“More like five,” Rebecca said dryly.

She faced Bo and took her hand. They turned their backs to us and walked away with a somber tread. Seconds later, on an imperceptible cue, they both started running. Rebecca gave a raucous, triumphant laugh, while Bo was whooping with glee.

After they’d made some distance, I saw Bo turn around and look at me. She shrugged even as she was running as if to say, I didn’t stand a chance. I turned up my palms in response, giving her a wistful smile. I know, nothing you could do. Then they turned right, passed through the thicket, and were gone.

“What a tragedy,” I said, turning to Mom and Dad, dramatically pressing the back of one hand to my forehead.

“You’re just miffed ‘cause you’re missing out on ice cream,” Dad teased. I rolled my eyes at him, grinning.

“Aww, don’t rub it in,” Mom said, furrowing her brow. “Lisa, if you wanna get some ice cream too, I’ll take you out later.”

“Thanks Mom, I’m fine,” I said, waving it aside.

“No, seriously. You’re our favourite daughter, really,” Dad said, still smirking.

“Stop it,” Mom said, swatting at him. Dad raised up his hands in defence, laughing.

“Should have been a comedian,” I said wryly, but couldn’t keep from laughing myself.

I grabbed the book from my backpack as a tickle fight evolved between Mom and Dad. I’d checked out The Fellowship of the Ring from the library a week or two earlier but had barely started reading it since. I lay down on my tummy and opened it.

“Alright, alright, you win,” Dad said as Mom tickled him completely off the blanket. He got up. “Gonna go for a swim.”

“More room for me!” Mom pronounced, splaying herself across the blanket as he left.

“Good job,” I lauded, my eyes on the page already.

The pool turned out to be a great setting for Tolkien’s tale. The surroundings looked a lot like I pictured the Shire. I only had to look up from the book to get a great view of its rolling, grassy hills just past the fence.

I looked up from the book a lot, though. I couldn’t focus. My mind went back and forth. Bo, next to me behind the shed, holding my hand. Leaning into her, kissing her for the first time. Rebecca, arriving at our spot to take her away from me. Her stupid charm and funny antics. Imagined scenes of Bo whispering our secrets to Rebecca.

I read a sentence for the fifth time, the meaning of the words only now clicking in my brain. But what was the context again? With a sigh, I returned to the start of the paragraph.

I noticed I was antsy, my lower legs moving back and forth in the air. With the hand I wasn’t using to hold down the book, I was plucking out blades of grass. Finally, I had to get up.

“I thought you were gonna chill back here,” Mom said. “Boring book?”

“Nah, I’ve just gotta pee,” I told her.

“Alright. See you in a few.”

“Yeah,” I said, already trying to come up with excuses for my inevitable late return. Why didn’t you just tell her you aren’t in the mood to read?

I barely noticed anything around me as I wandered aimlessly. My mind was racing. And you’re not really aimless at all, are you? You’re gonna spy on Bo and Rebecca.

An image of them making out suddenly flashed in my brain. I was furious that my jealousy made me come up with nonsense like that. I was furious for being angry at Rebecca, who hadn’t done anything wrong. I was furious with myself for feeling so emotional and wanting to cry.

I walked the same way the girls had earlier, along the beach volleyball field. I passed the opening in the thicket and continued towards the supervisors’ cabin, eyes fixed to the ground as my mind churned.
Suddenly I heard running behind me. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Bo and Rebecca running up to me. I turned to face them as they came to a stop. The girls were panting.

“Hey!” Bo said, looking excited.

“Hey.”

“I asked Karin if she’d buy you ice cream too, and she said yeah!” Karin was Rebecca’s mom.

“Oh yeah?” I asked dumbly.

“Yeah,” Rebecca said, pointing a thumb at Bo. She looked amused. “I don’t know what’s up with her today, but she was all mopey until she asked Mom to take you with us. Think she might be in love with you or something.” She was clearly joking, being the smartass that she was, but I still felt a shiver go up my spine.

“I just…” Bo stammered, looking at Rebecca, then at me, blushing but smiling. “I had lots of fun with Lisa today, and I couldn’t stand the thought of her missing out on the yummies.”

“That’s so sweet of you,” I said, having to smile, too. “Literally.”

“Alright,” Rebecca said, arms folded and tapping her foot. “That’s cute and all, but enough with the lovey-dovey. These tummies won’t magically gorge themselves.”

“Fair point,” I said. “Lead me to the ice cream, girls!”

“Yay!” Bo exclaimed, jumping up and down. “Let’s go, then,” she said, taking one of my hands and one of Rebecca’s.

My own moping had evaporated, too. I felt like a part of their group for the first time. The three of us passed through the thicket in a giddy single-file, Rebecca leading the way. Coming out on the lawn on the other side, I could already see Rebecca’s mom waving from their spot.

I’d only seen Karin a couple times before when she’d picked up her daughter from our place. She was in her late thirties and had dyed red hair. She was wearing a bikini and sunglasses -– like daughter, like mother. Her husband, whose name I didn’t know, was at least ten years older than she was, with long white hair and a full beard. He was sitting in a folding chair, reading a newspaper and smoking a cigarillo. I didn’t think smoking was allowed at the pool.

Rebecca’s brother Nick was sitting cross-legged on a blanket. I’d never met him but I knew he was thirteen, closer to my age than the girls’. He was wearing earbuds and glasses, but he might as well have donned a monocle since a shock of long hair covered one of his eyes anyway. Like his dad, he was wearing a T-shirt and swim trunks.

When we got to their spot, Karin got up from her blanket and put her sunglasses up to reveal deep blue eyes. She had a lot of laughter lines and, like our mom and Rebecca, was just a little chubby. I went up to her and stretched out the hand that wasn’t already attached to Bo. “Hello there, Mrs. Boettcher,” I said.

Karin grinned and shook it. “Hey, Lisa. That’s very polite of you. By the end of our trip to the kiosk, you’ll be hugging me.”

“I’m sure I will,” I said, smiling.

“And let’s have no more ‘Mrs. Boettcher.’ I’m Karin.” She pointed a thumb at the male members of the family. “This is Rebecca’s brother Nick and my husband Willi.”

“Hey, guys.”

“Hi, Lisa,” they said.

“Alright,” Karin said. “Let’s go get some ice cream, girls.” She put her glasses back down.

We walked up the hill behind Karin still holding hands -– now including Nick, who had taken Rebecca’s free hand. The four of us were covering the breadth of the walkway. People passing us had to walk on the grass, which didn’t seem to bother anyone. Most of them were barefoot or wearing sandals, anyway.

“Hey, Nick,” I said, looking over at him past our sisters. “Not just girls then, huh?”

“Hey, Lisa. I dunno, I’ve actually been feeling somewhat girly recently.”

“Oh.” I didn’t know what to say to that.

“Yeah,” Rebecca said. “He’s turning into Nickerella.”

“Or Nicole,” Bo suggested.

“I like Nick,” he said, laughing, and that was the end of that.

Unfortunately, there was no actual ice cream parlour at the pool, but the kiosk had a big tray full of different ice cream bars. We browsed it excitedly. Bo and Rebecca got different flavoured Magnums, Nick and I opted for Cornettos. Karin, apparently, was content just to pay for it all.

Outside, Karin and Nick decided to head back to their spot. “Thanks for the ice cream,” I told Karin, giving her the promised hug. She was a head taller than me and had to bend down a little. Her skin smelled nice, like lotion.

“I hope I’ll see you again later,” she said as we parted.

“Sure.”

Bo, Rebecca and I conspired over at a table by the edge of the terrace, savouring our ice cream bars and enjoying the view of the poolside. Rebecca had taken off her sunglasses at their spot. I noticed for the first time that she had deep blue eyes, like her mom. They contrasted nicely with the wild waves of brown hair floating madly around her, and… Uh-oh. Please God, don’t make me crush on another eleven-year-old.

“So what have you girls been up to?” Rebecca asked nonchalantly.

“We jumped into the deep end a couple times,” Bo recounted. “We swam, we went down the slide, we bought cookies, and we, uhm, just walked around.”

“What else?” Rebecca continued innocently, gaze focused on her ice cream bar.

“Nothing. It’s a secret.” Bo realized what she’d said and looked down at the table, suddenly blushing. I wanted to smack my forehead. Keep cool, I told myself. Maybe we can salvage this somehow.

“Aha!” Rebecca exclaimed, grinning. Bo didn’t look up. “A secret? From me?” Rebecca scoffed. “Bo, how long do you think it’ll take me to get it out of you?” Bo glanced at me sheepishly. I shrugged and looked away, hoping to look unfazed. “What, did you guys mug someone or something?” Rebecca asked, furrowing her brow. She seemed genuinely puzzled.

“Nothing like that,” Bo said, looking down again.

Rebecca gave both of us weighing glances. “Alright, I’ll let it rest,” she allowed finally. “Wouldn’t wanna get off on the wrong foot with you, Lees.” She shone me a bright smile, then returned to her ice cream.

“Uhm, thanks,” I said, likewise returning to my Cornetto, feeling awkward. None of us spoke for a while.

“Well, what’s the matter, girls?” Rebecca said eventually, all jolly again. “Don’t be looking so glum! It’s a wonderful day at the pool, we’re all having ice cream and none of us had to pay for it.”

I couldn’t help but snicker, and at the same time I heard Bo chuckle, too. Suddenly, all three of us burst out laughing and the tension magically unraveled.

“Why, I think I could go for a couple rides down the old water slide,” a jovial Rebecca said once we’d all finished our ice cream bars, patting her belly. “Burn off some of these damned calories, say?”

“Only if you stop talking like a lord from an old English movie,” I said, and that set us off laughing again. I felt oddly relieved that I’d managed to amuse Rebecca.

We got rid of our trash and strolled over to the water slide. We were hand in hand again, but this time Rebecca was in the middle. I remembered Bo’s trick for better sliding efficiency and who she’d picked it up from, hoping I’d get to see Rebecca do it, too.

“You guys wanna do a chain?” Rebecca asked when the last person went down the slide in front of her.

“Oof. We had bad luck with that earlier,” Bo told her.

“Yeah. Supervisor threatened to kick us out when he caught us,” I explained.

“Oh, lame,” Rebecca said. When she saw the guy in front of us pass the red marking, she said, “Well, here I go!”

I stared in fascination as she quickly nestled her bikini bottom in her butt crack and flung herself onto the slide off the metal handrail. She howled as she zipped down.

“Told you,” Bo said, grinning. She must have seen me looking.

“So you’re pretty awful at keeping secrets,” I suggested.

“Uh oh, I think it’s my turn!” Bo said as Rebecca passed the red marking, repeating the same ritual. I grinned and shook my head, feeling giddy as I waited for my turn. Right before I took the plunge, I adjusted my swimsuit likewise. Zooming down the slide, I was amazed all over again by the exciting gain of speed.

Down in the pool, we swam splashing to the drainage. Leaning against it with our arms on the grid behind us, we treaded water with our legs. Now I was in the middle, my arms around the younger girls’ shoulders. I couldn’t help but smile and feel cool, a part of their circle. We could see Rebecca’s spot from here. Karin waved at us. We waved back, of course.

“Lisa?” I heard Bo say quietly.

I turned to face her. “Hmm?”

Bo craned her neck up. “I wanna tell her,” she whispered in my ear.

I considered it, turning my head to look at Rebecca. She was smiling, her eyes blissfully closed. I was already smitten with her charms, of course. And she was Bo’s best friend. Fuck it, right?

I turned back to Bo, leaning down. “Should we show her instead?” I whispered.

Bo gasped. “Here?”

“No way. Back at the shed.”

Bo pondered on it for a while. Then she nodded.

“So,” Rebecca enquired. “What’s with all the whispering?”

“We’ve decided to show you,” Bo said.

“Ah yeah? Show me what?”

“Our secret, dummy.”

Rebecca was delighted. “Superb!” she said.

“But you’ve gotta promise not to tell anyone,” Bo added.

“As I’m sure you did,” Rebecca said, chuckling.

“Eff you,” Bo said.

“Oh, my. C’mon, you know it’s safe with me.”

“Okay, then,” Bo said.

Rebecca glanced my way. “What about you, Lisa? Y’trust me?”

“I’m afraid so,” I said, feeling a bit nervous as it hit me that I was about to kiss Bo again.

“Alright. Ready when you guys are…” Rebecca trailed off, feigning patience.

“Okay,” Bo said. “You know the gardening shed out in back by the playground?”
“Sure?”

“We’ve gotta go there.”

“Okay.”

“Let’s swim over to the supervisors’ cabin,” I suggested, not wanting to get held up by our families on the way.

“Alright.”

We waved over at Karin as we first swam, then trudged through the non-swimmers’ pool as it gradually sloped upward, playfully splashing each other along the way.

We got out by the cabin. This time, Rebecca led the way, bouncing up the stairs ahead of us. She was actually whistling. Bo looked at me bashfully, taking my hand once again. Butterflies, meet tummy. My nipples felt stiff against my swimsuit.

The little kids’ playground area was deserted. The soccer kids had disappeared, too. Some boys were playing farther away in the wooded area on the other side of the shed.

When we got closer, Rebecca stopped and looked at us with questioning eyes. “Behind the shed,” Bo said. Rebecca brooded over it for a moment, then shrugged. We crossed the corner into the backyard and stood there awkwardly for a moment. Bo and I exchanged uncertain looks.

“So… I mean, I can pretty much guess what it is by now,” Rebecca said after a while.

“Feels weird when someone’s watching,” I said.

“Let’s sit in a circle,” Bo suggested.

It wasn’t much of a circle with just the three of us, but it worked somehow, everyone sitting at equal angles. A rush of excitement came over me, and I felt like it had for all of us. I leaned over to Bo and she to me and then we were kissing again.

We gazed into each other’s eyes like the first time, our mouths slightly open, gently pressing our lips together. I was melting inside my bathing suit. We started to fall into each other, but then Rebecca whispered, “Holy shit.”

We both turned to her. “Not what you were expecting after all?” I asked.

“No… it was. Still crazy to see it, though,” Rebecca said.

Bo let go of my hand and tugged on my shoulder, pulling me back in. We went for another round. I couldn’t believe how crazy it still felt. We kept teasing each other as we kissed — nibbling, brushing, caressing.

“So, uh, that’s different,” Rebecca remarked when we came up for air.

“Do you think it’s weird?” Bo asked.

“I dunno. Kinda? But also kinda fuckin’ cool?”

“Have you and Nick ever done anything?” I asked bluntly.

“Well, not really,” Rebecca said, thinking. “Not like that.”

“Then what?” Bo enquired.

Rebecca pondered on it for a bit. “So one time I walked in on Nick when he was, uhm… you know. Masturbating.” She paused, giving us a probing look before she continued. “And, um, I wanted to see what it was like. I asked him if I could watch. He was embarrassed at first, but then he said okay. I sat next to him on his bed, and… then he, um, did it.”

“Wow,” I said.

“What was it like?” Bo asked. “Did he have an orgasm?” I was a little surprised she knew the word.

“Yeah,” Rebecca said. “He came into a tissue.”

“Eww,” Bo said, making a face.

“I dunno, I thought it was fascinating.”

“Yeah, fascinating. And effin’ gross.”

“Whatever,” Rebecca said, chuckling.

We sat silently for a while. The wind blew in the trees. Children yelled in the distance. I found myself wondering if Bo or Rebecca had ever masturbated, but wasn’t brave enough to ask.

“So when did you guys start doing this?” Rebecca asked eventually.

“Today,” I said.

“No way!” Rebecca exclaimed. We all laughed.

“Well,” Bo continued, “we’ve been having sleepovers and stuff. Cuddling at night and kissing each other, y’know, just on our faces. But yeah, our first real kiss was right before you saw us shower, when you guys were setting up your spot.”

It was Rebecca’s turn to say, “Wow.” She looked at us for a while, clearly impressed. Then, more quietly than usual, she said, “I wanna see it again.”

Bo and I turned back to each other, smiling. I gently placed my hand on her shoulder, and she did the same to me. Once more, we leaned into a kiss. I closed my eyes and let go of the world around me. Our hands moved up and down each other’s arms.

“Feels so good,” I said, my lips on Bo’s.

“Yeah,” she sighed into me.

Time lost all meaning. We kept going and going, lips dancing on mouths and cheeks and noses as our kisses began to wander. Eventually, I touched my forehead to Bo’s and opened my eyes. She was gazing at me, too. We were breathing heavily. My pussy was throbbing.

“Wow,” I heard Rebecca say yet again, reminding me that she was there.

I looked over to her. “Yeah?” I said, still panting a little.

Rebecca looked like she was aroused. Her mouth was open and her cheeks were flushed. “Yeah,” she affirmed. “That was fucking hot.”

“Rebecca!” Bo said, caught by surprise.

“What, you don’t think so?” Rebecca said, chuckling.

“Well… yeah,” Bo said. “But I mean… I’m into her. You don’t even like girls that way… do you?!”

“Well, er… I don’t think so? But yeah, pretty sure that was fuckin’ hot… Gotta keep it honest.”

“You wanna try?” I heard myself ask.

“Lisa!” Now Bo looked at me in shock.

“We gotta make sure she doesn’t spill our secret, right?” I suggested. “Think about it. Right now, she’s got the goods on us. We’ve got to make her complicit.”

Bo shook her head at me in disbelief, now grinning. “Well, if you put it like that.”

“Besides, I’ll let you go first, since she’s your friend.”

“Do I get a say in this?” Rebecca asked, sounding amused but looking a little anxious.

“Nope,” I told her. “You wanna do the honours, Bo?”

“Okay,” she said and turned to Rebecca, then hesitated. “Seriously, though… do you want to?”

Rebecca thought about it. “Ah well… why not,” she said eventually with a sigh. “Might be a long time before two sisters offer to kiss me again. I’ll probably regret it for the rest of my days if I say no. ‘Sides, I’m pretty turned on right now, not gonna lie.”

I contemplated what “turned on” meant to an eleven-year-old, and what Rebecca might already be up to in private. At her age, I don’t think I even knew that phrase. Bo seemed unfazed, though.

Bo and Rebecca slowly leaned into each other. Rebecca still seemed a little apprehensive. Just before their faces met, she hesitated, and Bo gave her an encouraging smile. Rebecca took a trembling breath, then closed her eyes. Bo looked over at me with her eyebrows raised questioningly. I nodded. She leaned in, her own eyes drifting shut, and gently touched her mouth to Rebecca’s. I heard Rebecca whimper, but she didn’t move away.

They stayed like that for quite some time, barely moving, their lips lingering in the kiss. My face was getting hot, and I wasn’t sure if it was from arousal or jealousy. You suggested this, I had to tell myself. Relax, enjoy the show. Before long, they pulled apart, anyway.

“Wow,” Rebecca said, not for the first time today, her eyes wide open.

“I liked it, too,” Bo said, smiling.

My heart dropped a little. They’re best friends. They spend tons of time together. What if they like it so much they’ll keep doing it? And getting them to kiss was my idea!

“My turn,” I said before these confusing emotions could get the better of me.

“Okay,” Rebecca said, turning to me. She was smiling now, clearly over the anxiety of her first kiss. Instead, it was my turn to feel anxious.

Shit, I thought. Here I go kissing another girl… who’s also eleven. Studying Rebecca, I realized once again how beautiful she was, her impish blue-eyed face framed by that unruly mess of hair.

She drew a little closer. “Gotta make me complicit, huh?” she teased with a soft voice, back to her old wisecracking self. She knows, I thought.

“That’s right,” I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt.

I closed my eyes as we leaned in. I wasn’t going to lose myself in Rebecca like I had with my sister… Because I’m in love with Bo, I thought. The thought made me shiver. Then Rebecca’s mouth was on mine, and I suddenly felt warm all over. I’d lost count of how many times I’d kissed another girl today, but it wasn’t losing any of its electricity. Why does it feel so amazing just to touch your lips to someone else’s?

The kiss lingered, just as it had between Rebecca and Bo. I felt Rebecca’s breath on my face. Our noses were touching. I could smell her skin, the scent different from Bo’s, but beautiful all the same.

As if on cue, we pulled away from each other. I looked at Rebecca to see her looking back at me, and then without meaning to, I lost myself in her eyes, anyway. I hadn’t stood a chance.

Bo cleared her throat. With a guilty feeling in my stomach, I turned to look at her. Her face was flushed, and I couldn’t help but think that watching me kiss her best friend had been a turn-on for her, too.

“Welp, I think you guys have ensured my silence,” Rebecca said. “I’m just as guilty as you are, now. But I think you two should get the last word, anyway.”

That made me smile and I actually had to look away, feeling shy all of a sudden. My brain and body were a scrambled mess of feelings. How had all of this come about, anyway?

Bo touched my shoulder like she had earlier, and I looked up to see her smile sweetly at me, my beautiful little sister. I felt so much love for her that it made me ache inside. Out of nowhere, tears welled in my eyes, and suddenly I was crying.

Bo’s smile changed to a look of concern. “What’s wrong, Lisa?”

“I don’t kn-know,” I said, wiping off tears with the back of my hand even as new ones spilled out. “I don’t know. Too many emotions, I guess.” I looked down again, embarrassed. “I don’t even remember the last time I cried.” I began to laugh, even as tears kept running down my face.

I felt Rebecca touch my other shoulder and looked up again. She gave me an encouraging smile. “Hey, no shame in that,” she said. “I remember the last time I cried, and that was just the other day when I had a fit because Mom kept nagging me to clean up my room.”

I laughed again, the tears finally subsiding. I kept wiping at my face, sniffing but feeling happy. I looked over to Bo again. “I love you, Bo. So much.”

“I love you too, Lisa,” she said, sounding a little teary herself.

Before I could start sobbing again, I leaned in swiftly, wrapped my hand around Bo’s head and kissed her emphatically. She made a surprised sound, then wrapped an arm around my side and kissed me back. No light-hearted teasing like earlier… this was urgent and passionate.

I kept planting heavy kisses on her mouth, and she responded in kind. I was hungry for Bo, wanted her to feel all of my love. I found myself kissing up the side of her face again which made her erupt in cute little giggles. I gave her one more firm kiss on the lips, letting it linger. Feeling myself melt into my sister, I shuddered intensely.

Feeling mischievous, I stuck out my tongue when it was over and licked Bo broadly across the face. She burst out laughing and broke away from me, wiping her face with one hand and holding up the other to fend off more of the same. I started lapping at her hand instead, which made her laugh even more. “Eeewww! Stop it!”

“You guys are weird,” Rebecca remarked, shaking her head.

“Says the girl who just made out with two sisters… and liked it,” I teased.

“Fair enough,” she ceded. “We should probably get going before the ‘rents get suspicious, though.”

“I think I need another shower,” Bo said.

Rebecca and I agreed that showers were necessary, so we left our private little playground. Instead of using the showers by the poolside, we headed towards the lockers by the entrance to avoid a parental inquisition on the way, what with our flushed faces and disheveled hair. Also, the locker room showers had hot water, so this time we wouldn’t freeze our butts off.

We were too full of adrenaline to hold hands as we walked, so instead we bounced around like crazy, poking each other in the ribs, unable to stop laughing. A couple of kids passed us at a distance, but we didn’t care if they stared.

The shower area was empty. Rebecca got to a stall first and walked in, holding the door open. We gave each other uncertain glances. “We’re just cooling off, right?” Rebecca asked. Bo and I shrugged and joined her. The stall clearly wasn’t meant to accommodate three people, but it would have felt weird for us to split up.

As soon as I closed the door behind me, Rebecca pushed the button. I was standing right in the way of the stream. Rebecca must have turned the temperature dial beforehand because the water that hit me was ice-cold. I screamed in surprise, which made the other girls scream, too. I tried to make my way out of the stream, inadvertently pushing Bo underneath it. Her screaming intensified. She pulled on Rebecca and managed to switch places with her, making her squeal like a stuck pig.

Someone knocked on the door of our stall right as the water stopped spraying. “Everything alright in there?!” a woman asked, sounding equal parts annoyed and concerned.

We broke out into giggles. “Y- yes,” I managed. “We accidentally turned on the water too cold.” So much for not freezing our butts, I thought.

“Oookay,” the woman said. We heard her walk off. After a few seconds, I timidly opened the door to check if she was still nearby. I couldn’t see her, so I got out with Bo and Rebecca following suit.

Shivering, we made our way back to the Boettchers’ spot, jumping up and down as we walked to get warm. Nick was gone. Karin and Willi were sitting on a blanket playing a board game I’d never seen before. The square wooden board was pretty big and dotted with black and white stones. It looked beautiful to me. Karin waved as we got closer.

“Where’s Nick?” Rebecca asked.

“Swimming,” Karin replied.

“What’s that you’re playing?” I asked.

“It’s called Go,” Willi explained. “It’s an Asian board game. You try to surround your opponent’s stones and make territory for yourself.”

“I’m pretty horrible at it,” Karin said, smiling sadly. “He’s trying to teach me.”

“You’re picking up on it fast,” Willi said. He placed another stone on the board, holding it between his index and middle finger.

“Looks really cooI,” I said. “I think I’m gonna check back on our parents real quick. Haven’t seen them in a while. You never know what those guys are up to.”

Karin laughed. “Oh, I can probably guess.”

I turned to Bo and Rebecca. “Be right back,” I told them.

They looked at each other. “We’re coming with you,” Rebecca said.

“Alright,” I said, smiling.

We walked through the thicket and back to our spot. Dad was sitting behind Mom with his legs around her, massaging her shoulders.

“Hey, guys,” I said.

“Hey there,” Mom said. “Judging by your company, I suppose you ended up getting some ice cream, too.”

“Yeah,” I said, laughing. “Karin took us out. We’ve been hanging out together since.”

“And you left us alone to die of boredom over here?” Dad asked, pretending to be upset.

“We should move our spot and make it one big group,” Bo suggested.

“Yeah, that’s a nice idea!” I seconded.

“But this massage…” Mom said, pouting.

“…can continue over there,” Dad said.

“Alright, I’m sold,” Mom said and promptly got up.

We wrapped up our blankets, collected our stuff and moved to the lawn on the other side of the thicket in a caravan. Our dads introduced themselves, not having met before.

After we’d set up our extension to the Boettchers’ spot, Dad sat down on a third side of the square Go board. Apparently he’d heard of the game before and was curious about how it worked. As Willi began to explain it to him, Karin gratefully vacated her spot and began chatting with Mom instead, who didn’t seem to mind the suspension of her massage.

Before long, Nick joined us and sat in a circle with Bo, Rebecca and me. We got wrapped up in our own conversation. I kept giving Nick curious glances, thinking about what he’d done in front of his sister, and contemplating what he’d said about “feeling girly”. I thought I could see it in the way he played with his hair, or hear it in the soft way he spoke.

The hours passed as the eight of us went swimming and sliding, played ball in the water, had fun together. Willi coached as I tried to play a round of Go with Dad while the others played Uno. By the end of the day, we felt like one big family.

After taking showers (at a reasonable temperature this time, with shampoo to get rid of the chlorine) and changing back into our street clothes, we all left the pool together around six. Me and the family had been there for eight hours. We were worn out, and I was looking forward to spending some time at home with Bo, just the two of us.

Outside the entrance, we exchanged hugs and goodbyes. Rebecca held on to me for a little longer than I’d expected. My insides tingled as I remembered the kiss we’d shared earlier.

“Great getting to know you,” she said when we parted, favouring me with a knowing but gracious smile.
“Same here.”

On the ride home, Bo and I held hands. Everybody had quieted down. Having this much fun was exhausting. Tired, I closed my eyes, enjoying Bo’s touch. I felt like I was glowing inside.

Continue on to Chapter 8

By Amanda

1793 – Philadelphia Pa. 

I had thought that returning from the party to my everyday life would be difficult, but it was not at all. There were meals to cook, beds to make, floors to sweep, and plenty more to occupy my time. Not the least of which, of course, being the Saturdays that I spent with Alice.

Alice and I exchanged our lessons. She taught me to play the guitar and sing, while I, having access to Eliza’s private library, taught her to read and to write.

I seemed to adjust to the normality of my life with Madeline quite well. Day to day, our lives as lovers were fairly bland when compared to all we had done at the party. But that was the magic of Catherine’s parties. Somehow I understood that during those three days there in her house we were free to explore anything, and upon returning home Maddy and I again were completely dedicated to only one another.

Our evenings often were spent in Catherine’s graces at her tavern. Later, in the darkness and privacy of Madeline’s bedroom, we shared our secret passions, making love most nights. It was a wonderful life I had come to be living.

Yet so often the terrible show I had seen at Catherine’s party seemed to occupy my thoughts — the awful things I had come to know of — though I admit they began to seem less awful every day. I wondered what had become of me that in time I felt no shame or offense when I recalled the terrible things I had seen, but instead felt excitement and… lust.

Madeline sat over her breakfast eating slowly. I had been developing a question in my mind now for weeks and at long last I would ask it. “Are we truly so wicked as all of this?”

She half smiled. “Wicked? Indeed a wonderful wickedness.”

“I speak in earnest.”

Madeline looked up at me and understood. “Dearest, we speak of sin and wickedness and perversion, but we don’t truly believe in that. ‘Tis said in teasing and fun. We are not wicked, love.”

“If you believe in God we are,” I offered.

“Are we? In God’s eyes, you say? Do you mean the impotent child that the church teaches? No, I do not think there is that God. If indeed such a thing as God exists in this world, I think that He is only love. That He is only joy and happiness and all those wonderful things we feel so little of in this world.”

She took another mouthful of food and ate silently for some time, then went on. “Wickedness is a condition of man. It can only breed hatred and misery. Is that what you feel with me? No, I doubt it’s so. I feel love and joy and pleasure, and how could that be wicked?”

I had to think about this for many days before all it meant could finally sunk in. Madeline was so wise, and why shouldn’t she be, I thought. After all, she had spent at least some time in Catherine’s home. It did not take me too long, however, to realize how proud I was to be her wife and she my husband, if indeed such titles befit us.

We continued on this way. The months seemed to race by, and before I knew it, we had attended another of Catherine’s annual weekend parties. And as before, Alice put on the most scandalous show for us. But this time I found myself swept up in it, chanting, cheering, and loving it along with the others.

Madeline began to have coughing fits soon after, and I found myself seeking out a remedy. Honey and tea. This seemed to help some, and I thought little of it after that. We simply continued on in our daily lives.

Looking back on it now, I realize that I hardly noticed that Madeline seemed to be growing more tired. We made love far less often and rarely went to the tavern. She seemed to prefer to go to bed early, and I found it more difficult over time to get her up in the morning. It happened over such a long time, though, that I simply did not notice it right away. Not until she took a sudden turn downward.

I had gone in to awaken her one morning for breakfast. She sat up coughing, and it was then that I noticed there was blood on her pillow. Fear seized me. Such a thing could never bode well for the sufferer.

Though Madeline could hardly get out of bed, she insisted she was well. After breakfast she went down to open the shop but soon collapsed. I was in terror. What was wrong with my Maddy? I managed to get her back in bed, then ran from our house to find a doctor.

I ended up at Catherine’s palatial estate explaining to the doorman what had happened. He wasted no time in fetching his mistress, and Catherine hurried me to her private doctor.

As quickly as we could get back across town, the doctor was examining Madeline. Catherine and I waited outside the door, perhaps praying or perhaps just hoping that she would soon recover.

When the doctor came out, his expression inspired no hope in us. Most solemnly he explained that he believed Madeline to have a tumor, and that she likely would not survive to the end of the month.

I fainted.

When I awoke, the doctor had left and Catherine had moved me to the sofa. “What happened?” I asked, opening my eyes to her face.

“You fainted, dear.”

Catherine dabbed my forehead with a damp cloth, tears rolling lazily down her cheeks. It had not all been a horrible dream. My darling Maddy really was morbidly ill.

“What shall I do without her?” I asked.

“What shall either of us do?” Catherine said, then sat me up and looked into my eyes. “Not to worry, child. You’ll want for nothing, I’ll see to that.”

But that was not what most concerned me. Madeline had for so long been my rock. How could I be confident without her? How could I live my life without her strength to support me?

I looked at Catherine and shook my head. “I cannot go on without her,” I sobbed. Catherine pulled me close and stroked my back.

The doctor had only been partially right. Madeline was fatally ill, indeed, but she managed to hang on for another two months.

Early on the day of her death she said her goodbye to me. I was sitting by her side in a chair while she slept, myself nearly asleep, when I heard a voice faintly calling my name. I immediately knelt at the edge of the bed and took Maddy’s hand. Most of my memories of those last days are blurry and seen through tear-stained eyes, but not that moment. That one is as clear as if it happened yesterday.

“I have been a good husband to you?” she asked, smiling.

I nodded my assurance. “I couldn’t hope for better.”

“A husband should love his wife to his dying day, and I will. Even until my dying breath.”

There was a long pause, and I thought she had slipped into sleep again. Then, quietly, “…Liz, I know you couldn’t truly love me. Promise me, though, that you will not spend the rest of your life mourning her, this Molly, who broke your heart. And when you’ve forgiven her, you mustn’t mourn me, either. You have to live and love for us both now.”

She returned to sleep, never to wake again.

In the middle of that night, she passed away. Catherine, myself, and several of her dearest friends had only just begun the vigil, the death watch. When Madeline passed, she was surrounded by those who most loved her, and I holding her hand.

We buried her a day later, and then I was alone. Left there by myself to mourn. I thought that my life with all of the women I had known had ended when Madeline passed, but after a week Catherine arrived with a man in tow.

“This is my lawyer,” she said as she entered the house. “And thereby Madeline’s.”

I did not understand. “Lawyer?” I asked. “But why?”

“For Madeline’s will, of course.”

She sat me down on the sofa, then took a wooden chair in front of me. “Madeline saw to your needs before she died. The house, the shop, those things are yours, and my allowance as well. She asked me to continue it on to you. And we are here now to make all that official. But you must sign some documents.”

I nodded, still not fully comprehending.

“Madeline knew you could not continue her business. She told me you will not dishonor her if you choose to sell the house and the shop and get on with your life.” Catherine leaned forward and placed a hand on my knee. “She wanted me to see to it that you do not spend the rest of your life mourning her.”

When, I wondered, had there been time for them to discuss all of this? And what she was telling me, was it truly Madeline’s will? Were they her words?

“Sell the house?” I finally managed.

“If you wish. And then you could live anywhere you want.”

I looked around the house for a moment. It seemed to make sense. Being here only reminded me of Madeline and how lonely I now was. Though I may never have truly fallen in love with her, I did care for her very deeply. I did have a sort of love for her. Losing her now, when she was yet so young, had crushed me.

“I don’t know what to do,” I finally admitted. “I don’t think I can stay here, but I don’t want to offend her memory.”

Catherine nodded her head. “If you choose to sell, I will have my lawyer handle all the details, thus ensuring you get a fair price.”

She glanced up at the man and he stepped forward, opening a satchel.

“A table, Miss,” he requested as he withdrew papers.

I nodded and led them to our dining table.

He set the papers in front of me and prepared a quill. “No matter what you decide, you will need to sign these. When you have made up your mind, simply tell Miss Pennington and she will know what to do.”

I had no idea how fortunate I was to have Catherine in my life. She was an angel and had the wealth and power to keep any promise she wanted to make. She had even been making arrangements for me that I had not known about.

“I think I should like to stay in a hotel for a while,” I told Catherine.

I did not want to stay in the house alone any more. I believe now that even then I had already resolved to sell it all. There were simply too many painful memories to suffer with in the house.

Catherine sat down across from me. “Nonsense, girl. You’ll stay with me, of course.”

I looked up at her, surprised. What exactly did she mean? She often had referred to me as a daughter, but did that mean that she would not make love to me? I was afraid that I did not even want such a thing. The thought of anything sexual had no appeal for me. Not without Madeline.

After a pause, I nodded my head to her. I wondered, though, even if there was nothing more between us than friendship, would my being there, living with her, not encourage rumors that we were lovers? Would that not hurt Catherine’s standing? It did not seem to matter at that moment however.

And that was exactly what the next two months held. I moved in to Catherine’s home. We sold the shop and the house and she stashed the proceeds away in gold coin, for me to use when I decided to go back out on my own.

Although I soon found myself wanting it, Catherine had not taken me to her bed. How horrible I must be, I told myself, to think of such things with a woman I viewed as a motherly figure, and while still mourning Maddy.

Catherine herself seemed to think of me only in terms of a child. I was not at all a child, of course, but that was how she treated me and how she spoke of me. I did not mind, I suppose, not at the time, because still I needed someone else to determine my destiny, and she was doing a fine job of it.

It would seem that Catherine cared for me and was but a loving matron, but do not mistake her kindness, though she was indeed very kind. Still she was the same woman who held her infamous annual party of debauchery, and that person was not limited to only those three days.

I was in her house a third month when a visitor called. I thought surely when I heard the bell ring that someone had come for Catherine, but the butler found me in the library and announced that Alice had arrived and asked for me. I was elated. I had not seen her since Madeline died.

Alice was shown to the parlor and I quickly joined her there. We sat on the same sofa where she had straddled my lap naked some years before.

“I’ve missed you,” she told me right away.

“And I you.” I was already sorry that I had not continued with our lessons.

“I only just heard you had come to live with Catherine. You know she does not say much at the tavern about her private life.”

I nodded.

We talked for a time, leaning close and holding hands, before Catherine entered the room and closed the door behind her. “How cozy,” she said with a smile. “My two dearest girls.”

Catherine wore a jacket and breeches but no tights or shoes. Her hair was tied back but she was not wearing a wig, and she had clearly been drinking. There was something in her tone that frightened me. I had never heard anything the like from her. Could she be jealous? I wondered to myself.

A smile played at her lips as she sat in a chair across from us.

“Catherine, what’s wrong?” I asked.

“Ah, my state. Yes indeed, dear girl, I’ve had too much to drink and I beg your forgiveness if I offend.”

She laughed quietly and sat back in the chair. At her side, a table held a bell and she rang it. Moments later the butler arrived and she demanded brandy.

“It’s hardly noon,” I pointed out.

“I’m celebrating tragic news, dear girl.”

The butler returned with a bottle of brandy and a glass. Catherine sent back the glass and sat sipping directly from the bottle. She said nothing, leaving us to wonder, until finally we could stand it no more.

“Tragic news?” Alice asked.

“Yes. It seems that one of my ships has sunk with all hands.”

I covered my mouth with my hands. “The poor sailors,” I said quietly.

“A filthy sort they are, but nonetheless I shall compensate their families. After all, I’m well insured…”

She closed her eyes. “Money,” she spat. “As if that would make the loss right again. Money shan’t father their children nor protect their wives.”

Catherine appeared saddened for the loss of the men and said nothing about the valuable goods the ship carried. I could scarce believe my ears. I wondered to myself how one so rich could care so little for wealth.

She was an odd sort. At times Catherine could be as demanding of those beneath her as any wealthy, powerful woman might be. And at other times she was so gentle and tender that she seemed a lover. Guessing which side of her one might see was impossible. I had learned, though, to expect either and she rarely surprised me.

Rarely, but this time she did.

“Entertain me, Alice,” Catherine demanded after quite some time in silence.

With a nod, the girl got up and reached for her guitar, but Catherine stopped her. “No.” She sat straighter and gestured toward me. “No, entertain me, dear.”

I was quite shaken by this request, but Alice did not seem at all to be. She smiled as she turned toward me. “Liz?” she asked.

I could hardly speak. My mouth had run dry, and I felt dizzy. I thought I should faint but Alice’s hand on mine snapped me out of it.

“What of Eliza?” I asked.

“Oh, but she will be very excited to hear of it,” Alice laughed. “She’ll beg every detail from me as she forces her fingers into me and sucks the wetness from my nethers.”

“Alice!” I gasped, but she only giggled as she tossed pillows on the floor, then pulled me down with her. The girl began simply enough, trying to help me feel at ease by kissing my neck and lips.

She eased me onto my back and gently untied my dress. I helped her slip it off, and moments later she had done the same for herself. She bent forward letting our breasts rub together as we kissed deeply. Even under the circumstances I found myself quickly becoming excited. This surprised me, as I did not truly feel comfortable performing for Catherine in this way.

Alice smiled down at me. “You’ve wanted me for so long… say it,” she whispered.

She was right, of course. I had wanted her again since the night we made love at the party, years earlier. During all of our lessons, I had felt great desire for her, but denied those temptations in honor of what Madeline and I had together.

Now I did not speak. I remained silent.

Alice reached between my legs and rubbed my clitoris carefully between her finger and thumb. “Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”

I groaned and nodded my head, trying to answer. “Yes, yes… I want you, Alice,” I finally managed.

“I knew it,” she whispered hoarsely. She fell upon me and drove her tongue into my mouth. Her hands explored every inch of my flesh and I was no less attentive to her.

Alice was a ravenous lover. A single orgasm did nothing to satisfy her, and with her in my arms it did little to satisfy me. The girl had her head between my legs, teasing my sex when my head fell lazily to the side and through my half opened eyes I caught sight of Catherine. She sat with her head tilted slightly. Her eyes, like mine, were only half open, and she licked her lips from time to time. Her hand was slipped into her breeches and I could clearly see that she was massaging her sex as she watched us.

I was surprised at first. But as I watched her, I realized that it excited me to know I was having such an effect on her. I reached between my legs and gently caressed Alice’s head while she happily licked at my nethers.

As I began to feel the build of another orgasm, Alice sensed it. While keeping her attention between my legs, she turned, bringing her sex around before my face. Without a moment’s hesitation I plunged my mouth forward, lapping and licking every crevice of her sex.

It was as if Alice could somehow cause herself to climax whenever she wished it. As soon as my orgasm burst forth, she too cried out and ground her sex into my face. This, it seemed, was what Catherine needed to see, as she finally began to moan and shudder with her own orgasm. In her drunken state, it had taken all of this time for her to climax but once.

I lay a time catching my breath. Alice had settled her head on my belly and was humming absently as she dragged her fingers back and forth through my muff, petting and combing the curly hairs. I looked up to find Catherine smiling happily, sipping from her brandy. Catching my eye, she gestured with the bottle as if to toast me.

“Won’t you be sober, Catherine?” I begged.

She glanced at me and shrugged before taking another sip. “I promise you, tomorrow I shall be right as rain.” Then she closed her eyes and soon passed out from the drink.

Alice and I lay on the pillows talking and flirting for hours. She eventually slid beside me and kissed me. “I must leave soon. Eliza worries if I’m out after dark.”

I don’t know if Catherine had been awake throughout most of our conversation, or if she had managed to sleep and listen at the same time, but she cleared her throat and sat up. “I’ll send for Eliza straightaway,” she said. “No need for our festivities to end so soon.”

Her hand pressed firmly against her head, she staggered out of the parlor. “Yes, I’ll spread a bit of coin about and everything will be just fine,” she mumbled, still thinking, I supposed, of the reason for her drunkenness.

Alice and I giggled softly before returning to our conversation. “She hates her wealth,” the girl told me.

“But why?”

“Because her father built his fortune on the backs of fifteen hundred slaves.”

I looked down at her, disbelieving.

“It’s true. But she refuses to keep slaves, as it were.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“She houses them on her plantations. They receive a wage. When they save enough money, she ships them overseas to a country where they can be free or else brings them north. She receives little notice for doing this. They are considered her property, after all.”

I wondered now what might have been on the ship that had gone down, and shuddered at the thought of so many innocent lives lost. Shaking this off, I asked, “Is she a Quaker?”

“Not by birth.” Alice shifted slightly. “Her father was a Protestant, but not a Quaker… no, she simply likes the Negros. Calls the women Nubian princesses. There’s a story there, but I suspect none of us will ever hear it.”

“What faith was her father?”

“She’s never said. Whatever it was, though, they believed in slavery.”

“Do you?”

“How could I?” She laughed. “I know what it is to be bound to a life you feel no control over. How could any woman believe in it? We are prisoners of men as well.”

Although I never thought much about politics, or at least had not in the past, that made sense to me.

“Catherine is a Quaker, though?” I asked.

Alice sat up. “Of a sort. But do you really want to know these things? Catherine is a most unusual person, and much of her life is kept secret from those of privilege.”

“She certainly does not look like a Quaker,” I mused. “How do you know then?”

“She’s not as guarded with us.” By ‘us’ she meant only those scant few women whom Catherine might invite to one of her special parties.

Alice leaned forward and kissed me softly on the lips. “Shall we find something to eat? Or drink?” She stood and took my hand, helping me to my feet. Alice would have left the parlor completely naked had I not said something to her. Eventually she was coaxed into her undergarments, and scarce let me don any more myself.

We wandered into the kitchen. The cook shook his head when he saw our state of undress but made no other indication that anything was unusual. Alice looked around at the pots, hoping to find something of interest but did not. She led me back out to the dining hall where we found a number of sweet treats sitting about, apparently available for anyone’s sampling. We washed this down with some of Catherine’s privately brewed beer before returning to the parlor where I lay dozing as Alice strummed the guitar.

Eventually Catherine returned to the parlor sipping coffee and again holding her head. “Oh, for relief,” she groaned. The woman looked at me. “I beg of you, child, do not let me drink so much again.”

I had no idea how I could stop her, but nodded my head all the same. “Hemp plants can be smoked, I hear,” she mumbled. “Josephine says it relieves pain.”

Catherine was still quite disheveled, but had at least put on tights and shoes. She reclined on a sofa and set her coffee aside.

Hemp? I remember thinking to myself. Why would anyone smoke rope? Although the name Josephine and its owner meant nothing to me at the time, in a future that Alice’s special cards could not have foretold I would come to know her very well.

One of the servants came into the parlor with a cup containing their cure for her overindulgence. Catherine sipped at it and began to seem better. She looked about for a moment and sighed. “Eliza has not arrived?”

Alice shook her head.

“I sent my driver for her.”

Another hour would pass before Eliza joined us in the parlor and we sat talking. Ever the gracious host, Catherine presented us with cigars and we sat smoking while the boys talked politics or something. I had not truly been listening. Oddly, I simply assumed that any time the boys gathered they spoke on matters of state or economics. Their world was foreign to me, as foreign as the world of men would be, I think.

In time their conversation turned to literature and I became more interested, even going so far as to join them. Alice soon followed, and much to her delight she found she could now participate in the discussion.

As the night drew on, Alice and Catherine entertained us with song and dance. We enjoyed a light dinner, light I suppose for the very wealthy. Then we retired to our bedchambers.

Catherine, as she nearly always would do, appeared at my door in her night clothes, holding a candlestick. She came in, closed the door behind her, and set the candle down on the night table. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she arranged the covers over me, satisfied that I was sufficiently tucked it. She smiled down at me, the smile of mother for her beloved daughter.

There was something comforting about this ritual. I knew she saw me as a child, but she treated me well. She stroked my cheek with the backs of her fingers. “So dear to me,” she whispered.

I wondered often what she might have been like as a real mother. Would she have taken such liberties with her own daughter as she took with myself and the other girls?

Catherine’s goodnight kisses were anything but matronly. She pressed her lips to mine and parted them, as I did. Our tongues touched and lingered a moment before she sat back.

“Catherine,” I began, “don’t you desire me?”

I had to know. After three months, I had to know if I was in any way still desirable.

“You are a lovely girl and a fine lady, but my tastes are more exotic.”

She did not elaborate. She simply left me there, closing my door as she went.

More exotic? What was exotic about Madeline that had so attracted her? I asked myself this again and again, trying to puzzle it out. I could not fathom what Catherine might possibly mean by exotic, but whatever it was I did not have it.

Continue on to Chapter 6

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