Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Author Unknown

Note from JetBoy: Thought for sure that I knew who the author of this was… but when I scanned through her list of stories, I couldn’t locate it. (I did find a couple others of hers that you will see here one day, though.) Anyhow, I do hope you enjoy it.

by Randi Patterson

Kris bicycled over to Caryn’s house several days before Christmas and presented her friend with the gift she’d chosen. Caryn had a gift waiting for Kris as well. The girls talked about their plans for the Christmas vacation, which centered mainly on the book reports they both had to write. Kris was doing yet another book report on a novel by Robert Heinlein, and was still trying to convince Caryn to read him. Caryn, who’d summed up her one experience with Heinlein in three words, was still refusing to read anymore “pseudo-porn elitist nonsense,” and was doing her report on the new David Brin Uplift trilogy, of which she’d read the first two novels.

“It has adventure, and a plot I really dig,” she told Kris as they sat together in Caryn’s bedroom on her bed.

“Yeah, I’ve been meaning to read that. Does it have any good sex in it?” Kris asked with a comical leer at Caryn.

“Yeah, it has sex, but not with humans. Or, at least, not much with humans.”

“Mmm, sounds kinda kinky. And you consider Heinlein pornographic? Hmm, you must have some interesting ideas on sexuality.” Kris paused, wondering if Caryn would shy away from the subject of sex once again, like she usually did when it came up. And, as per normal, Caryn didn’t respond to Kris’ conversational gambit.

Kris sighed, thinking, I hope I don’t blow it with her. If Caryn rejects me, what will I do? Live with it, I guess. She changed the subject. The two teens chatted on, until Kris had to go home for dinner.

The days until Christmas passed slowly for Kris. Her older brothers each came to Tucson for the holidays, which helped make the waiting more fun. She adored both her brothers, and treasured every moment she got to spend with them. Her brother Sean, an Air Force pilot, could stay for only a few days. He was enroute to a new duty station, and managed to wangle a few travel days to stop by and say hello to his parents and sister. Her other brother, Jason, was well on his way to making a modest fortune with the ISP that he founded in San Francisco. He flew into town for the holidays in his new corporate turbo-prop, which Sean immediately demanded a ride in. They took Kris along, and at her request, her friend Terry.

While the two brothers flew the plane, Terry and Kris cuddled in the cabin, hands and fingers dancing across each other’s bodies. By the time they landed, Terry and Kris were both flushed and giggling. They politely refused Jason’s invitation to dinner, claiming other plans.

The woman and the girl drove from the airport straight back to Terry’s house. Once in the house, Kris made a detour into the kitchen to call her parents and tell them she was going to have dinner with Terry. Terry disappeared upstairs.

Kris found Terry in her bedroom, already nearly undressed. Kris quickly slipped out of her skirt, blouse and bra. She knew Terry liked to remove her panties herself, so she left them on and climbed into the bed with her grownup lover. Almost instinctively, they arranged themselves in a 69.

Kris felt Terry pull her panties down around her thighs, and then felt Terry’s tongue eagerly probing her vagina. Kris buried her own face against Terry’s mons, using her fingers to part Terry’s labia. She quickly located Terry’s clitoris, and eagerly began to flick it with the tip of her tongue. Almost simultaneously, she felt her own clitoris encircled by Terry’s tongue.

Together, the girl and the woman climaxed — two distinct entities, but linked to each other via the pleasure they shared. Now, they shifted out of position and arranged themselves face to face, Kris lying on top of Terry. Terry slid her hands down Kris’ body, tracing her spine with her fingertips, pausing to caress the round globes of her pert bottom. Gently, Terry penetrated Kris from the rear, her fingers delving softly into the girl’s vagina.

Kris began to thrust her pelvis against Terry, as Terry probed even deeper into Kris with her fingers. Kris captured one of Terry’s nipples in her mouth, and began to suckle. Reaching down between their bodies, Kris inserted two fingers into Terry’s vagina. The girl and the woman quickly came again.

Next, Terry slipped her little finger into Kris’ vagina, getting it moist. Then she had Kris get on her hands and knees. Slowly, Terry brought her little finger against Kris’ anus, and applied pressure until the sphincter relaxed. Kris gasped as she felt Terry’s finger enter her rectum. With her other hand, Terry again penetrated Kris from behind, quickly finding her clitoris. As she gently pinched her clitoris, she forced her little finger deeper into the girl’s rectum. Kris came quickly, in one long, convulsive, spasm.

Terry slid her fingers out of the girl and then wrapped her arms around her and hugged her close. Terry lay down on her side, and Kris spooned against her. Terry ran her hands lightly across Kris’ small breasts, caressing them with her palms, tugging on the rigidly erect nipples. Terry felt Kris sigh and snuggle even closer. She slipped one hand down to the girl’s tummy, probing her navel with her forefinger. She continued downward until the tips of her fingers were just touching Kris’ vaginal cleft. Lightly, she ran her fingers along the slit, slowly applying pressure until Kris’ labia parted.

Gently, Terry penetrated Kris’s vagina, first with one, then two fingers. They lay together like this for a long time. Every few minutes, Terry would lightly caress the girl’s clitoris, bringing Kris to a gentle climax. Eventually, they fell asleep, Terry cupping Kris’ mons in her palm, two fingers still buried deeply inside the girl’s vagina.

Much later, as they showered together, Terry asked Kris about Caryn. “I’m going to be out of town from the 27th until maybe after New Year’s. Are you ready for step two of the plan?” Terry was kneeling in front of a standing Kris, soaping the girl’s thighs and calves.

Kris nodded, lifting her leg and resting it on Terry’s shoulder as Terry began to soap the inside of her thighs. “I think I’m ready.”

“Well, we better get out of here and get dressed, or we’ll start making love again and you’ll never make it home.”

Kris laughed as they both stepped from the shower. Terry threw on a robe, and Kris slipped into her clothes. Kris said goodbye and made her exit.

*****

The day after Christmas, Kris got the call she was expecting from Caryn.

“Kris? Oh my God. Thank you for the babydoll! It’s too much! But I don’t dare wear it around here. My parents would probably disown me. It’s a good thing I didn’t open it in front of everybody else!”

“Oh, how did you manage that?”

“We always open one present on Christmas Eve. I just happened to choose yours. I took it into my bedroom to open it. Gosh, Kris, it is so sexy. But I don’t know how I’m even going to try it on. I’d be mortified if my folks or one of my brothers saw me in it.”

“Yeah? Well, I’m glad you like it. Look, if you want to wear it, I might have a plan. I’m house sitting for Terry starting tomorrow night. Why don’t you come over, and we’ll rent some movies or something, and you can model it for me. I kinda actually want to see you in it. Would that work for you?”

“Oh yes! Wonderful! What time?”

“Terry is leaving for the airport at 6:30. So anytime after that. How’s seven sound?”

“Great. I can hardly wait. Thanks again. See ya’!”

Hmm, thought Kris. I don’t think she suspects any ulterior motive. Let’s see what happens.

Promptly at seven the next day, Kris heard Terry’s doorbell ring. Well, here we go, she thought.

The evening progressed rapidly. They watched TV, called several friends, and played computer games on Terry’s PC. Kris seemed more acutely aware of Caryn than usual. Each gesture she made, each toss of her head, or shrug of her shoulders seemed to arouse Kris. As they set side by side in front of the PC, Kris could barely concentrate on the game when it was her turn at the keyboard. Caryn’s close proximity was all she could think about.

When she saw Caryn yawn, she decided it was time. Reaching across Caryn, she grabbed the mouse and closed the window on the game. “Enough. Let’s go light a fire, and call it an evening.”

Caryn yawned again. “Hmm. Okay. I’m a little sleepy, but I’m not quite ready for bed yet. But I think I will go put on my new babydoll. Back in a minute.”

In the living room, Kris knelt in front of the fireplace, and leaned down to blow into the embers. Soon, the fire blazed up, crackling cheerfully. Kris began to make her own preparations for bed. As she undressed, she reached into her overnighter, she pulled out her “pajamas” — a t-shirt cropped one centimeter beneath her breasts and a very brief pair of panties. She slipped the t-shirt on and stepped into the panties, and then went into the kitchen and started steaming milk for some hot cocoa.

Caryn seemed to be taking her time changing. Kris finished making the cocoa and brought both mugs out into the living room, along with a bag of marshmallows. She curled up in front of the fireplace, and waited for Caryn.

While Kris went downstairs, Caryn walked to the master bedroom and undressed. She put on the babydoll, and then looked at herself in the full-length mirror on the wall. She liked what she saw. The panties were a thin triangular wedge of pink that didn’t quite conceal the gentle swells of her pudenda. Caryn took a deep breath, and the two sides of her top parted slightly, the soft curves of the lower halves of her breasts revealed in the gap, the soft satin of the top gliding against her nipples.

Reaching up, she caressed her breasts through the thin material, delighted at the sensation. Almost without thinking, she slid one hand down towards her panties. Her fingers had slipped under the waistband and were gently rubbing against her labia before Caryn realized she was masturbating. Shocked, she quickly withdrew her hand. Summoning her composure, she walked briskly towards the door.

But she hesitated with her hand on the door. She was suddenly acutely aware of how much of her body was revealed by the babydoll. The top only veiled her breasts, and the panties were briefer than any she’d ever worn before. What am I afraid of? she wondered. Kris has seen me naked hundreds of time. Go on out there.

She found Kris in the living room. She struck a risque pose by the mantelpiece, on leg forward and slightly bent, with one hand on her hip, the other holding her red hair in a pile on the top of her head. “Well? Think I could be a centerfold in Playboy?”

Kris looked up and gasped. As casually as she could, she took a sip from her mug of cocoa and tried to collect her thoughts. Incredible. Kris felt her nipples crinkle against her crop-top.

“Oh, wow. Definite centerfold material. All you need is a staple in your navel, and you would be set. Do you feel as sexy as you look?”

Caryn blushed. She was very aroused, and marveled at the feeling. The only time she’d ever like this was late at night in her bedroom, when she masturbated. With a shock, she realized that she wanted to go back upstairs and finish what she’d started. Jeez, get a grip, girl. She nodded quickly, then dropped her pose and walked over to her friend.

Turning to Caryn, Kris said, “Throw some cushions down here. And get the lights.” Caryn pulled several cushions from the sofa and love seat, and dumped them in a heap next to Kris. Kris began to spread them around in front of the fireplace, as Caryn went around the room, extinguishing the lights.

Kris and Caryn sat side by side in front of the fire. They talked and laughed, two close friends celebrating their friendship. Their conversation moved from topic to topic. The topics were always the same, school, music, movies, boys, books, parents, siblings, religion — life in general. But their substance always changed. The arousal she’d felt when she first put on the babydoll had plateaued, and Caryn was able to concentrate on their talk. Occasionally, though, she’d open her mind to her arousal, and then she’d lose the thread.

Once, she even drifted so far that she discovered she was slowly stroking her mons through the thin satin of her panties. Surprised, she jerked her hand way from her lap, and then realized that in the flickering firelight, it was doubtful Kris had noticed. She sat up suddenly, realizing that Kris had just asked her about the gift.

Caryn sat up, cross-legged on the cushions. She took a sip of her cocoa and said, “Thank you for the nightie, Kris. I love it.”

Kris took a sip of her cocoa and said, “Well, I’m glad. You look sexy, Caryn. Remember that black string bikini you gave me this summer? Now I know how Terry felt when she first saw me in it. It really turned her on.”

“Hmmm. As I remember, you did look truly sexy. Uh, Kris, now that you’ve brought it up, I’ve been meaning to ask you about that…wasn’t it kind of weird having another woman tell you that you look sexy?”

“No. I just told you that you look sexy. Do you feel weird now?”

Caryn shook her head. “Not weird, but I do feel turned on.” A pause. “I never told this to any one before, but I can tell you. I was so turned on when I saw myself in the mirror upstairs, I almost started to masturbate.” Liar. You WERE masturbating.

“Hmm. I think I know what you mean. My brothers almost made me wear something different when I modeled that bikini for them. I know it definitely turned them on. And I know it turned Terry on.”

Caryn remembered having lunch with Terry and Kris at Terry’s house, that day that Kris had worn the bikini. Kris had been the center of attention all morning at the pool, and Caryn had basked in the reflected glow. Caryn enjoyed attention, especially from the boys. “But you seemed more interested in staying with Terry after lunch.”

Kris laughed. “And you were anxious to get back to the pool and flirt some more with the boys.”

“Well, yeah, that’s right. I was. So what happened after I left?”

“I told her I was confused about the way I felt after I kissed you that day. Do you remember?”

Caryn remembered. Kris had come to her, asking to borrow a black string bikini. Caryn had been rather surprised at this request, since Kris had steadfastly refused to play any of the flirtation games Caryn and her girlfriends indulged in at the community pool. Caryn had been more surprised at how sexy her best friend looked in it. Much to her consternation, Caryn realized that her surprise was tinged with jealousy and envy. Kris was her very best friend, and she didn’t want anything to jeopardize their relationship.

But then Kris had done something extraordinary. Kris had kissed her…softly and gently on the lips, and then thanked her for making her aware of her own femaleness. The girls had kissed each other before, hello and good-bye kisses, and even thank-you kisses, so why did this one feel different? And how come I didn’t feel jealous anymore? And why did I kiss her, a few minutes later?

Nodding her head, Caryn said, “I remember. And I remember how jealous I was at first, and how after you kissed me, I didn’t feel jealous at all. But you told Terry that you were confused…?”

Kris continued. “Yeah. I was confused. So I told Terry. Actually, I wanted to be kissed again, so I asked Terry to kiss me.”

She paused, trying to gauge Caryn’s reaction. Kris searched her friend’s face intently, but Caryn didn’t respond outwardly, saying only, “Go on. What happened?”

“She kissed me. And I kissed her.”

“Like with a boy?”

“I wouldn’t know… that’s more your territory. But I enjoyed it. And so did she.”

Now Caryn was really curious. What did Terry have that any of a dozen boys who would die to kiss Kris didn’t? “Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“If you were confused, why didn’t you ask me about it?”

Kris nodded. “Because I didn’t realize at the time that I could. Because I thought you’d think I was perverted or something.”

“I didn’t think you were perverted. I was just glad I didn’t feel jealous anymore. And if you will remember, I kissed you back, and not like a friend either. But it felt right. Were you really that confused by it?

“Well yeah. But Terry helped me sort out my feelings.”

“How?”

“By kissing me and telling me it was okay to demonstrate my affection like that.”

“Hmmm.” Suddenly, Caryn realized that Kris was trying to tell her something. She gazed at Kris for a few seconds, and then said, “You two did more than just kiss, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

Caryn thought about that. Ever since that day, Caryn had wondered about all the time Kris was spending with Terry. “Tell me about it… everything, okay?” Caryn could feel herself becoming aroused. Startled, she realized that whatever Kris and Terry had done, the idea was turning her on.

Kris described what happened that day last summer in a matter-of-fact way. She skipped nothing, only blushing at the more intimate revelations. When she reached the part where she’d left Terry that first time, needing to think about what was happening, she stopped and looked inquiringly at her friend.

Caryn was fascinated. She’d found herself growing increasingly aroused as Kris related her story. Seeing Kris looking at her, she said, “Hmm. I think I would have done the same thing. But after that day, you started spending a lot of time with her. You obviously decided that it was something you wanted. What happened next?”

Kris picked up her story from that Sunday morning, when she’d went to Terry’s to finish what she and Terry had started. Caryn was hanging on every word. Kris described in intimate detail exactly how Terry had led her upstairs to the bedroom, and then undressed her, and then made love to her. She paused in her story, remembering the sensations.

Unconsciously, she trailed one hand down her body as she was speaking. It slipped across her breasts, coming to rest as it reached her panties, the tips of her fingers just disappearing under the waistband. Caryn took this in, wondering if Kris was going masturbate right in front of her. But the fingers remained motionless, and Caryn refocused on Kris’ face.

“The way she loved me, Caryn… so gentle. Her hands were touching me all over, and her mouth was on my breast. She took my nipple between her lips and sucked.” Unconsciously, Kris began to caress her mons, her fingers sliding deeper into her panties in a circular motion. Suddenly realizing what she was doing, Kris stopped. She blushed all the way to her breasts.

But Caryn’s eyes were closed. Caryn had slipped a hand inside the babydoll top, and Kris could see that she was lightly pinching her nipples.

“Did my story really turn you on?”

It was Caryn’s turn to blush. Her eyes flew open, and she withdrew her hand quickly from under her top. Kris kept her fingers in her panties, lightly stroking her labia.

“Yes, I’m really turned on right now, as you probably noticed.” Embarrassed, but beginning to recover. Kris was her best friend. No secrets.

“You should be… I got turned on telling you about it. What is wrong with being turned on?”

“Kris! I don’t know. Everybody from the minister to the principle to my parents think that being turned on is only supposed to happen when you want to make a baby.”

“Well, can I tell you something?”

“Of course…?”

“They’re missing out on one of the best parts of being human.”

Caryn nodded. Kris was right. “Uh, you know, I’m so turned on, would you think me too weird if I wanted to go back upstairs and masturbate?” A small smile. “Do you think Terry would mind if I used her bed?”

“No. I don’t think it is weird at all. I feel like joining you. And why should Terry mind? We certainly used it.”

Startled, Caryn thought, Oh yeah. What was I thinking?

Kris realized that her moment had come. She moved next to Caryn. Caryn was sitting on a wide cushion Kris had taken from the sofa, bare feet towards the fire, leaning back against some more cushions propped up against the recliner behind her. Kris sat down facing Caryn, and then leaned to the side, legs extending towards the fire, her left shoulder supported by the same cushion that supported Caryn’s head.

Softly, Kris said, “What’s wrong with right here?” She took Caryn’s hand and guided it towards the front of her friend’s panties. With a gentle pressure, she flattened Caryn’s palm out over her panty-clad mons. Softly, she said, “I’d like to do it right now.”

Kris tugged the crotch of Caryn’s panties to the side, and then slid her fingers along Caryn’s exposed labia. She paused, and then suddenly slipped the panties back into place.

Caryn was surprised at how calm she felt. Nobody had ever touched her like this before. Some boys had tried, and she had adamantly refused their advances. But a girl? Kris? Marveling at the steadiness of her voice, she said calmly, “What did you do that? I mean, then you stopped.”

“I want us to share our bodies, the way we’ve always shared our thoughts. But it’s up to you.”

Caryn looked at Kris, and was simultaneously aware of Kris’ hand, poised lightly near her panties. She came to a decision. She said, “I think I want to, too. But take it slowly, okay?”

“I will, Caryn. As slowly as you want it.” She leaned over and kissed Caryn on the lips. She parted her lips slightly, silently inviting Caryn to reciprocate. She slipped her tongue across Caryn’s lips, laving them with gentle flicks.

Caryn reached up, and Kris thought that her friend was breaking off the kiss. Instead, Caryn’s fingers danced lightly across her lips, which increased her arousal enormously.

After a few moments, Caryn let Kris recapture her mouth, and this time Caryn responded — her tongue joining in, hesitantly at first, then more firmly.

Caryn had kissed lots of boys, open-mouthed and eager. But this was the first time she’d kissed a girl. The first thing she noticed was how much softer Kris’ lips were than a boy’s. In wonder, she broke the kiss long enough to reach up and caress her friend’s mouth with her fingers. She spent several moments marveling at how soft and yielding it was.

When she took her fingers away at last, she parted her lips, eagerly responding to Kris’ tacit invitation. Caryn felt her arousal grow as their tongues met and entwined. Though Kris was clearly in control of the kiss, Kris wasn’t aggressive about it, not like most of the boys in Caryn’s experience. It was more like a dance, with Kris leading and Caryn eagerly following.

Both girls finally had to come up for air. Caryn was the first to speak.

“Kris, that was incredible! Let me catch my breath, and then please, kiss me again?”

Kris smiled at Caryn. “Breath control is a good thing. Ready?”

Caryn nodded and parted her lips in anticipation. This time, Caryn maneuvered herself until she was in the dominant position, with Kris relaxing her head against the cushion. Again, their tongues met. And once again, they stopped only to come up for air.

As their lips separated, Kris said, “Mmm, I like kissing you. I knew I would. Are you ready to do more stuff?”

Caryn hesitated for a fraction of second before nodding her head.

Kris sensed the hesitation. “Or do you want to just kiss? I don’t want to push you…”

Caryn was trying to sort out her feelings. Why are you doing this to me, Kris? And why don’t I want you to stop?

In answer, Caryn took the back of Kris’ neck in her hand and pulled her down, mouth open and eyes closed.

As their lips met and their tongues fenced, Kris slipped her hand beneath Caryn’s top and took one of the girl’s nipples between her thumb and forefinger and rolled it from side to side. Kris could feel Caryn respond immediately, the nipple erecting as she gently tugged and pulled it. When it was firmly erect, Kris switched her attentions to the other nipple. Soon, both of Caryn’s nipples were straining upwards against the soft satin.

Once again, both girls surfaced for air. “Caryn?”

Caryn opened her eyes at the sound of her name. Her breasts were tingling, and she was hyper-aware of her nipples as the soft satin of her top slid across them. She recognized the first stages of an orgasm beginning to drift through her body, and marveled at it. Kissing was one thing. But she’d never let a boy, much less a girl, go this far. Absently mindedly, she caressed her breasts. I never knew it would feel like this. She looked at Kris.

“I want to take your top off, Caryn. Is that okay?”

She crossed her arms behind her head and closed her eyes, whispered, “Okay,” and waited for her friend’s touch.

Kris began to untie the top that closed across Caryn’s breasts. Caryn was breathing slowly and deeply. Kris could feel the rise and fall of her friend’s breasts as she untied the laces. Now, with a lace in each hand, she parted the top, baring Caryn’s breasts completely. Kris dropped the laces and cupped each breast in her hands.

Caryn’s breasts were larger than her own, and almost conical in shape, compared to her own nearly spherical breasts. She began to massage them, squeezing them, gently at first, and then more firmly. Caryn’s breathing became more rapid. Leaning down, she captured a nipple between her lips and began to suckle at it. She smiled at Caryn’s gasp of pleasure.

Caryn felt Kris cup her breasts and tried to relax. Caryn wasn’t very adept at introspection; she had always relied on behavior learned from her parents. But this was unprecedented. All she had to go on was the fact that she trusted Kris implicitly, and that her body was responding to her best friend’s touch with no conscious effort on her part. She suddenly felt Kris’ lips on her nipple, and involuntarily gasped at the sensation. Again, she wondered, Why are you doing this to me, Kris? Why do I want you to keep doing it?

She opened her eyes and watched Kris as she deftly used her lips and tongue to caress her nipples. She had often wondered about what it would feel like to have her breasts suckled, and had even fantasized about it as she masturbated. It felt so good – far more pleasurable than any fantasy. It suddenly hit her…Kris was doing this because she knew it would be pleasurable for her. But why do I still feel scared?

After several more moments of introspection, Caryn realized it was because she was still hung up on the cultural taboos learned from her parents. Those values were in direct conflict with the signals her body was sending her. Okay, so now what? With that, the fear was replaced by an entirely new feeling — curiosity. Caryn felt the nervousness leave her, and bid it a silent farewell.

Now she was able to fully concentrate on the sensations coursing through her body. Pleasure continued to build inside of her, and instead of resisting it, as she realized she’d been doing, Caryn surrendered to it. It exploded through her body, seeming to echo back and forth as it crossed and re-crossed her awareness. As it slowly dimmed and faded, she opened her eyes and gave out a long, luxurious sigh.

Kris smiled. “Oh Caryn, I knew you would enjoy this. And we have just begun.” When Caryn opened her eyes, she added, “Are you okay?”

Caryn nodded her head and said, “More than okay. That felt wonderful.”

In response, Kris kissed her gently on the lips. She slipped her hand, which had been cupping Caryn’s breast, down the girl’s torso to her mons. Stroking Caryn’s labia through the satin of her panties, she whispered, “That’s just the beginning. Ready for more?”

Caryn felt Kris’ fingertips, and her arousal soared. By way of answer, she reached up, drew Kris down and kissed her.

Kris captured Caryn’s mouth with her own. Gently she slipped her hand into her friend’s panties, nestling a finger into Caryn’s vaginal cleft, working it lightly against the inner surfaces of her labia. She knew from experience that Caryn’s vagina would soon relax to admit her finger. Soon enough, Caryn was beginning to lubricate freely, so Kris prepared to penetrate her.

Disengaging from their kiss, Kris trailed her lips along Caryn’s neck and shoulders, and then down to her breasts. She circled the aureole of one breast with her tongue, and then closed her lips around the nipple. She smiled as Caryn gasped at the sensation. Applying a very gentle pressure with two of her fingers, Kris penetrated Caryn’s vagina. She felt the muscles in the vaginal walls instinctively contract around her fingers.

Slowly, she thrust them as deeply as she could into Caryn’s vagina, and then slowly withdrew them, until only the very tips remained inside. She thrust again, more firmly this time, burying her fingers deep in her young friend’s vagina, then withdrawing them again. This time on the return stroke, Kris crooked one finger a little, and dragged it lightly across Caryn’s clit. Kris repeated the cycle, thrusting and withdrawing her fingers in a slowly increasing tempo. Caryn was gasping with each breath now, and as Kris penetrated her over and over again, the gasps coalesced into a low moan.

Caryn felt Kris’ fingers gliding gently across her stomach and into her panties. Kris stroked her labia, and Caryn felt the muscles in her vagina relax. She felt an orgasm begin to spiral across her consciousness, and as Kris penetrated her vagina, she came. Kris was sucking at her nipples now, and Caryn felt the friction of her best friend’s fingers in their passage into and out of her vagina.

Suddenly, Caryn’s pleasure spiked, and she realized Kris had just touched her clitoris. The sensation was exquisite. She gasped as Kris touched it again. And again. Caryn marveled at the sensation flowing up from her vagina. She knew she was gasping and moaning like something from the soundtrack of a cheap porno flick, but she didn’t care – her attention was focused on Kris and the fingers plunging in and out of her vagina.

When she came, it was a rocket going off in her mind. She felt Kris withdraw her fingers, then cup her cheek with a hand. She could smell her own musky odor on Kris’ fingers. She glanced up at her friend, who was smiling down at her.

“Oh, Kris… Oh, that was wonderful… I had no idea.”

“Well, I knew, and now you know too. Are you ready for something more?”

Caryn raised her eyebrows. What more could there possibly be? She nodded.

Kris rolled over on top of Caryn and began to tease the girl’s breasts with her tongue. She licked a path down between Caryn’s breasts and over her flat belly, then kisses Caryn’s tummy, rimming her navel with the tip of her tongue. Caryn began to squirm, and Kris knew it was time to make love to her for real.

Kris reached between their bodies and untied one set of the laces that secured the panty across Caryn’s hips. She folded the nearly translucent material to the side, revealing Caryn’s pudenda to her eager eyes. Gently, Kris extended her tongue and began to lave Caryn’s mons and labia with long, slow strokes. Kris could taste the teen’s wetness, and reveled in the salty-sweet musk of Caryn’s rising passion.

Caryn felt Kris’ fingers at her panties, and realized almost instantly what her friend was going to do. But before she could react, she felt warm breath on her mons, followed by the most exquisite sensation she ever experienced: Kris’ tongue gliding wetly along her labia. She moaned aloud.

Kris heard that moan, and smiled to herself. She rested the palm of her right hand on Caryn’s pubis, just above the vaginal cleft. With her index and middle fingers in a V, she parted her friend’s labia. Kris touched the tip of her tongue to the sensitive flesh of Caryn’s sex, and felt the girl respond instantly — arching her back, thrusting her hips upward against Kris’ mouth.

Kris centered her body more exactly between Caryn’s thighs, giving her friend more room to move as her passion grew. She then began to stroke Caryn’s inner labia with her tongue. Caryn began to lubricate freely, and Kris eagerly lapped it up.

In short order, Caryn arched her back in a paroxysm of pleasure, and Kris knew she had climaxed. While Caryn was experiencing her orgasm, Kris slipped her crop top off and slid forward until her small breasts were nearly in contact with Caryn’s mons. With her free hand, she cupped one of them, lifting it until her nipple was in contact with the hood of Caryn’s clitoris. She teased the nipple back and forth, coaxing the clit out. As it grew erect, so did Kris’ nipple, and she felt the first shimmering wave of an orgasm pass through her body.

The touch of Kris’ nipple against her clit started another wave of pleasure coursing through Caryn’s frame. She was somewhat more prepared this time, and was determined to ride the wave of good feelings as long as she could before being inundated. She opened her eyes and glanced down at Kris, lying between her legs. Kris, chin resting on Caryn’s tummy, was gazing steadily back at her.

For a moment, Caryn lost herself in that gaze. She felt a sensation of love commingled with desire emanating from her friend that was so potent, she almost felt that she was somehow in Kris’ mind, watching herself get pleasured. It was disorienting, but not unpleasantly so.

Her point of view switched back to her own eyes, and she watched as Kris lowered her face and slipped backwards between her legs until all Caryn could see was the top of the girl’s head. Then she felt her friend’s lips fasten around her clitoris, and Caryn surrendered to the wave of ecstasy that suddenly overwhelmed her senses.

Kris sucked gently at Caryn’s clitoris, teasing it with the tip of her tongue. Caryn was writhing beneath her. Wanting to drive her friend even wilder, Kris penetrated Caryn with her index finger, probing as deeply as she could into the teen’s canal. She rubbed her finger against the ridged walls, feeling the vagina respond as Caryn approached another orgasm.

When Kris felt the muscles clamp down on her finger, she sucked Caryn’s clitoris as far into her mouth as she could, then nibbled it, lightly scraping her teeth against the sensitive tissue. She heard Caryn scream, and looked up to see the girl thrashing her head from side to side. Kris kept Caryn’s clitoris clamped between her lips, teasing it with quick flicks of her tongue. She held her friend suspended in orgasmic bliss for a long time, finally releasing Caryn’s clitoris when she felt the girl’s vaginal muscles relax slightly from the grip it had on her finger.

She crawled up to lie next to Caryn, wrapping her arm around the teen’s shoulders, gently cradling her head against her breasts as she waited for the dazed, panting girl to come down from her orgasm.

After awhile, Caryn’s eyes fluttered open. In all of her fourteen years, she’d never felt anything as intensely pleasurable as what Kris had just done to her. Her body was tingling all over, concentrated at her breasts and vagina.

She turned towards Kris and threw both arms around her best friend. Hugging her close, she whispered, “Oh Kris. Thank you. What an incredible feeling.” I should find some way to thank Terry, too, she told herself. Maybe later.

Aloud, Caryn said, “Actually, I’m going to really thank you right now.”

Reaching down, she began to caress Kris’ mons with her palm. Kris spread her thighs, placed a hand on the back of Caryn’s head, drew her close and kissed her friend deeply, her tongue probing Caryn’s mouth. Breaking the kiss, she moaned as she felt Caryn tentatively, then with serious intent, penetrate her vagina with two fingers.

Kris thrust her pelvis in counterpoint to Caryn’s rhythmic penetration, feeling pleasure building up deep inside. Kris rode that wave into a shuddering climax, delighting in the new erotic dimension that had been added to her relationship with Caryn.

When her orgasm had run its course, she opened her eyes and gazed intently at Caryn.

“Yes, I think so too,” she said and laughed.

Caryn raised her eyebrows quizzically. “Think what?”

“I think you should find some way to thank Terry. She’ll be back next week. I’d say that showing up for dinner wearing that babydoll will let her know in no uncertain terms how you want to thank her.”

“But how did you know? And do you mean thank her… like this?”

“Oh, yes, Caryn. And I want to watch. And help you thank her.”

Kris captured one of Caryn’s nipples between her lips, and as the teen’s body began to respond, Caryn realized that making love to Terry was exactly what she wanted to do… especially with the help of her brand new lover. She looked down at Kris suckling gently at her breast and sighed blissfully.

The End

by Randi Patterson

{ This story was originally posted at Nifty in August 1998 }

“Mmmmm. Oh, Terry! Ahhhhh….” Kris shuddered with pleasure as Terry slipped her fingers into Kris’ panties and tenderly stroked the girl’s mons. Terry brought her other hand quickly to Kris’ mouth to muffle the girl’s gasps and groans as her fingers gently caressed the sensitive skin of the girl’s labia and the fleshy folds of her vulva.

Terry never ceased to be amazed at how sensitive and responsive her young friend was to her touch. Even here, in the middle of Tucson’s busiest mall, surrounded by hundreds of busy people, Kris was focused completely on the gentle ministrations of Terry’s fingers as they stroked and caressed her genitalia.

If the shoppers in the mall had slowed long enough to notice the woman and girl sitting close together on the bench, they would have seen nothing too unusual. The woman looked to be in her early thirties, with dark hair cut in a wedge style. She was wearing a stylish short business skirt and an expensive leather jacket. She was an attractive woman, with bright, wide-set eyes, full lips, and a pleasantly oval face.

The girl, perhaps thirteen or fourteen, seemed to be too old to be the woman’s daughter. She had blonde hair tied into two tresses that cascaded past her shoulders, and had a beauty that radiated outwards from her on all frequencies. She was beautiful as only a young girl can be, when she is at that indeterminate, post-pubescent, pre-adolescent age. As Bob Seger would say, she had the looks that could open doors with just a smile. It was more difficult to see the short denim miniskirt that she was wearing, because of the large Macy’s advertising circular that was spread out on her lap.

Perhaps she was the woman’s kid sister, or her niece. The two were obviously close friends, if not actually related, judging by the way they huddled together on the bench, the woman with an arm across the girl’s shoulders, their heads close together as they gazed at the circular on the girl’s lap.

“Shh, sweetheart. I know the chance of discovery makes it all the more exciting, but let’s not press our luck, okay?” Terry took her hand from Kris’ mouth and let it fall onto the girl’s chest. She cupped the girl’s breast briefly, squeezing it gently before bringing her hand back up to the girl’s shoulder. “Now, spread your legs a little, Kris, so I can get my hand all the way into your panties. I think you’re wet enough now. Mmm, that’s it, baby.”

Terry, feeling Kris’ lubrication beginning to flow, slipped her hand deeper into the girl’s panties. Gently, she eased her middle finger past the teen’s labia and penetrated her vagina, inserting her finger as deeply as she could. She felt Kris shudder, the vaginal muscles instinctively clamping around her finger. Terry flexed her wrist slightly, bringing her finger up against the ventral surface of the girl’s vaginal cleft. She found Kris’ clitoris and slowly rubbed it with her finger, sliding the length of her finger back and forth over it.

Kris came almost immediately, a series of small orgasms that would crescendo to a mind-bending climax if Terry continued the stimulation.

But Terry knew there was a finite limit to her friend’s self-control. And the middle of the mall was not a good place to test that limit. As Kris began to fidget, and then to writhe her hips in a steadily increasing rhythm, Terry withdrew her finger from the girl’s vagina and gently tugged the panties back into place, giving her mons a reluctant final caress.

She brought her hand to her face, and inhaled the heady aroma of Kris’ little girl muskiness. Licking Kris’ fluids from her finger, she then turned to regard the young girl.

Kris gazed steadily at her, and said, “Ahh, Terry, this is incredible. All those people, and they didn’t even know. I was frightened and aroused at the same time. Weird, but not unpleasant. And you were right, about the way the sensation, the pleasure, seems to intensify.” She paused for a moment, lost in thought. “I feel so, so…” She stopped, shivered and smiled up at Terry. “I think I finally understand what my brother meant about all the sexually repressed half-humans around us, and why he warned me against doing stuff like this.”

Terry arched an eyebrow.

“It was something my brother told me once. When I was trying to figure out how to tell you how much I wanted you to caress me again. He told me that if I had sex with you, I’d probably want to show it off somehow in public. He was more worried about the legal ramifications than the social ones, though. He told me to be careful, but I think we’re being careful enough.” Kris moved the circular off her lap, onto Terry’s. She smoothed down the hem of her mini, and decorously crossed her legs. Still smiling, she said, “Mmm, now it’s your turn. Ready?”

“I hope you never understand anything that even remotely includes the concept of sexual repression, Kris. You are all innocence and curiosity. I hope you hang on to your innocence forever, sweetheart. And no, I’m not ready yet.”

As much as she wanted to be on the receiving end, Terry thought it best to wait. This was the first time she’d had public sex with Kris, but not the first time she’d ever done it with a female. Her previous lover Lisa had convinced her to give it a try. She’d been a little shocked at the suggestion, but Lisa had been very persistent. When she finally acquiesced, Terry had been very apprehensive, but that just seemed to make her orgasm that much more intense when it happened. Kris, on the other hand, was enthusiastic from the start.

Terry shook her head and said, “Let’s get that present for Caryn instead, and you can owe me one when we get home. The fact is, sweetheart, I want to taste you. and I can’t do that here — I almost want to drag you out to the parking lot and go down on you in the Pathfinder. Just remember that the patient are always rewarded. I can wait till we get home. Can you?”

Kris nodded happily. Then, with a speculative look, she said, “What’s wrong with the Pathfinder? It has a big cargo area, and we can pull the curtains…”

“Tease. C’mon, let’s get to the store while I can still think straight. Do you know exactly what you want to get for Caryn?”

“Yep. It’s really erotic. Too erotic for a fourteen-year-old to buy for another fourteen-year-old, that’s for sure. Thanks for helping me with this subterfuge.”

Terry laughed. “Hey, I told you I’d help you out in any way possible if you wanted to become intimate with your friend Caryn. I think she’s a very pretty girl, with a very sharp mind… almost as sharp as yours, my little scholar. I think she just pretends to be shallow and vacant, so she won’t scare the boys away.”

“I know, and thanks again. I think I love Caryn. As a friend. And I want it to be more. I want it to be like what we have.” She took Terry by the hand and looked steadily at her. “I want her to feel the same way I feel when you are touching and caressing me. I want her to feel the same pleasure that we share.”

“Oh my, Kris,” Terry sighed. “I think I just came. When was the last time I told you that I love you, very, very, much?”

“Oh, about ten seconds ago, when you told me you wanted to drag me out to the parking lot and do me in your Pathfinder.”

Terry laughed. “I think that was more lust than love… and pure, unadulterated lust at that. There is a difference, you know.”

“I know. And I know the difference. Just like I know that you love me, and not just because of the sex. I can feel it in the way you touch me, and I can still feel it when you’re a hundred miles away.”

I think she would know it, too, Terry thought. What a treasure you are, Kris. Leaning down, she brushed her lips against the girl’s cheek. “Just wait till I get you home. Now, before I really do drag you out to the parking lot and ravish you, let’s go.”

Hand in hand, Terry and Kris strolled through the mall, making their way steadily towards the Victoria’s Secret outlet. Once at the store, Terry asked for a catalog and browsed through it. Kris stood outside the store near one of the display cases and watched her through the glass. Terry stood with the catalog held up and out, as if trying to get more light. Kris could see each page. Terry browsed through it, keeping an eye on Kris.

Kris waited until she saw what she wanted and quickly nodded. Terry slid her finger down the page until she saw Kris nod again. Terry gave out a low whistle. Hmmm, I like it, she thought.

It was a very brief, very erotic bit of lingerie. The model seemed to be clad in a close-fitting cloud of pink fog. The top hung from her shoulders on two thin straps, and was secured across her breasts with a single tie. The panties were a brief triangular wisp clinging intimately to her mound.

As any sexually aware woman would understand, Terry knew that the most erotic lingerie always leaves something to the imagination. It should conceal as enticingly as it reveals. Terry tried to imagine what Kris’ friend Caryn would look like in it, and felt her knees get weak. Oh, I wish I could wear something like that, she thought. But you really have to be anorexic to look good in something like that. Or fourteen years old.

Terry took the catalog over to the clerk. For some reason, Terry found herself somewhat embarrassed as she showed the picture to the clerk. The clerk pretended not to notice her customer’s momentary discomfiture, and asked Terry what her size was.

Terry said, “Thank you for that vote of confidence, but I can’t wear this, though I wish I could. It’s for my friend, who’s much more petite than I am.”

The clerk nodded, saying, “Oh, I don’t know. I think you’d look stunning. But you’re right. This really belongs on a very petite woman. Do you know your friend’s size?”

Terry said, “She’s a three.”

The clerk disappeared into the rear of the store and reappeared very quickly. “Would you like it gift wrapped? You get a free deluxe wrap at That’s a Wrap with any purchase over $75.”

“Oh, yes. Thanks.”

“Cash, check, or charge, then?”

Terry handed her AmEx card to the clerk. The clerk rung up the sale, gave the card back to Terry, and then called another clerk over. “Amanda, take this over to That’s a Wrap.” Turning back to Terry, she asked, “Christmas, right? Or is it a wedding or birthday gift?”

“Christmas. But that’s fine, I can take it there myself. Thank you anyway.”

“Oh, certainly. Here. Just show them your receipt, Ms. Reynolds. Happy holidays!”

Terry left the boutique and Kris joined her. Hand in hand again, they walked towards the gift-wrap boutique. At the boutique, they had to stand in line for service. After finally getting to the service window, they were told it would be about an hour wait.

Kris giggled as they walked out of the boutique. “Where shall we wait? In the Pathfinder, maybe?”

“Don’t tempt me. C’mon, I’ll buy you a Coke while we wait.”

At the Food Court, they got their drinks, found an unoccupied table and sat down. Kris periodically got up to go check with the boutique for their package. Two Cokes, a plate of nachos, and three-quarters of an hour later, the gift was wrapped and ready for pick up. Terry claimed the gift, and they left the mall for the parking lot.

As soon as they were in the Pathfinder, Terry leaned over towards Kris, slid her hand under the teen’s skirt, cupping her mons. Kris spread her thighs and sighed happily. Terry caressed the girl for several moments through her panties, then took her hand back. “That’s for being so patient back there. I can hardly wait to get you home and in my bed.”

Kris caught Terry’s hand and held it against her pubis. “Can you drive with one hand?”

“Oh. Mmmm, sure. But let me get out of the parking lot first, okay? Put your feet up on the seat, and pull your panties down for me while I get us out of here.”

Kris happily complied, slipping the sodden panties down around her thighs. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she placed her feet on the edge of the seat. Terry maneuvered the Nissan out of the mall parking lot and onto the boulevard. Reaching over to Kris, she lifted the hem of Kris’ denim mini-skirt and gently cupped her mons in the palm of her hand, fingers exploring the sensitive tissue of Kris’ labia. By the time they reached Terry’s house, Kris was flowing with lubrication.

Terry parked the Nissan and pulled her young lover’s panties back into place. Kris smoothed her skirt down. They both walked quickly to the house. As soon as they entered, Terry took Kris by the hand and led her into the living room, where they threw several bolsters and cushions from the sofa and loveseat onto the floor in front of the fireplace.

Growing more excited by the second, she quickly undressed Kris — removing her skirt, blouse and bra, barely managing not to break any zippers or pop any buttons in her mounting passion. Taking a large cylindrical bolster and a smaller rectangular cushion, she had Kris lay down, slipping the bolster under her hips, and the cushion under her neck and shoulders to support her head. Kris’ pelvis was now slightly elevated. Her mons swelled against her panties, the curves of her labia delineated by the taut material.

Terry knelt on the floor next to Kris. Reaching forward, she slipped the girl’s panties down until they were resting across the middle of her thighs. With her back arched by the bolster under her hips, Kris spread her legs, stretching the panties to their limit. Terry gazed for several seconds at Kris’ deliciously exposed pudenda. Reaching down to the girl’s mons, she gently spread her labia apart with two fingers. The girl’s vaginal cleft gleamed with moisture.

Leaning forward, she extended her tongue and slipped it between her parted labia and thrust it as deep as she could into the girl’s vagina. Terry sighed as she gently probed Kris’ vagina with her the tip of her tongue. Kris was lubricating freely, so Terry gently ran her tongue along Kris’ labia and mons, delighting in the girl’s delicious flavor.

Kris began to come, sending what seemed like a fountain of nectar into Terry’s mouth. Her young lover’s sex had a salty-sweet taste that Terry found utterly compelling.

Terry continued to caress the young girl’s mons, labia, and vagina with her tongue until Kris had come several times. She was mildly surprised at the length and duration of the girl’s climaxes, since she had yet to even touch her clitoris.

At length, Kris sighed heavily, rolled onto her side, and gazed at Terry through half-closed eyelids. “Mmmm. I don’t know what you did, but that was one of the best ever. Like the first time you did me, but different, somehow. Thank you. Now,it’s your turn. I owe you two.”

Kris raised herself to a kneeling position in front of Terry and quickly unbuttoned the older woman’s blouse, then unhooked the front closure of Terry’s bra. Kris knew that Terry’s breasts were the most erogenous zone on her body, and that Terry really enjoyed having them suckled. Leaning close to Terry, Kris took a nipple between her lips and fluttered her tongue rapidly over the erect bud, flicking it up and down, then from side to side.

She raised Terry’s skirt up around her waist, then slipped both hands into her lover’s panties. Terry was soaking wet, so Kris eased two fingers of the right hand deep into her vagina, while her left stroked and caressed Terry’s labia. Seeking out Terry’s clitoris, Kris began to caress it with her fingertips. She brought her left hand back up to Terry’s other breast and began to gently caress the nipple, rolling it between thumb and forefinger.

Terry was quickly overwhelmed with the sensations pouring into her brain from her breasts and vagina. A sudden orgasm rocketed through her in an intense, prolonged burst of pleasure.

As Terry’s climax attenuated, Kris slid two fingers into her own vagina, coating them with moisture, then brought those fingers to Terry’s lips. Terry could smell Kris’ muskiness, and eagerly took the proffered fingers into her mout, eagerly sucking them. As the salty tang flooded over her tongue, Terry felt another orgasm rise to engulf her.

“Mmmm, you taste so good. How did you know I wanted to taste you again, right at that moment?” Terry’s first female lover, Lisa, had possessed the same talent; a seeming ability to know what Terry was thinking and feeling as they made love.

Kris shrugged. “I… well, I just thought that would make you happy. I just want you to feel as wonderful as I do when I’m with you, and it seemed like the right thing to do. Sometimes I think I can read your mind, especially when one of us is coming.”

Terry encircled the young girl with her arms and held her close. She gazed down at the young girl as she leaned back, pulling Kris into her lap. You are a jewel, Kris, she thought to herself. Priceless beyond compare.

Kris snuggled against Terry, her back resting against Terry’s breasts, her legs, still bound by her panties, resting over and across Terry’s. Terry reached down to where those panties still clung halfway down the girl’s thighs and slipped one of her legs free, leaving the panties bunched around Kris’ other leg. Now, as they lay together on the floor of Terry’s living room in front of the fireplace, Terry reached around Kris and eased the girl’s thighs apart. Then, gently, she inserted two fingers into her young lover’s vagina.

Kris twisted her upper body to the side and gently nuzzled Terry’s nipples with her tongue and lips. The woman and the girl were both sated now, and just caressing each other for the sake of the physical contact.

Kris enjoyed this post-coital intimacy as much as the passion of the sex itself. Right now, with Terry’s fingers gently probing her vagina, she didn’t feel any urgency at all. Cradled in Terry’s arms, she felt safe and happy. And it was this sweet, warm feeling that she wanted to share so much with her friend Caryn.

Kris closed her eyes, and thought about Caryn. She’d wanted to get intimate with Caryn since the summer, after she and Terry had first made love. Kris, who’d never actively pursued a boy, much less a girl, didn’t know how to let her best friend know that she wanted to make love to her. But with Terry’s help, she’d finally come up with a way to let Caryn know how she felt. The problem, Kris reflected, was not so much in letting her know how she felt, but in dealing with whatever reaction Caryn would have when Kris made her desire known.

After discussing the situation with Terry, she’d come up with a two-step plan that involved a gentle hint, followed by an opportunity to further explore that hint. Granted, the lingerie she’d just bought for Caryn sent a less than subtle message. In fact it might just be a little too obvious. But Kris wanted to provoke a strong reaction. So the Christmas gift of lingerie was Step One.

Step Two was providing a situation where Kris and Caryn could be alone together when Kris presented her gift. Terry solved that by suggesting that Kris house-sit for her the next time she was out of town on business. Kris would naturally invite her best friend to keep her company. Now, with Christmas only a week away, Caryn’s gift was in Kris’ possession.

Kris opened her eyes and looked up at Terry. “Oh, I really love this, being touched so nicely by you. Will you do me one more time before I go home?”

“Of course, sweetheart. With my tongue?”

“Oh, I don’t want you to let go of me. Just your fingers, please!” Kris settled back against Terry, spreading her legs even wider in anticipation.

Terry smiled and tightened her arms around the young girl in a hug. She placed her free hand on Kris’ chest, and closed it around one of her small but deliciously firm and prominent breasts. She felt the nipple erect almost immediately against her palm. Meanwhile, Terry quickly found Kris’ clitoris with her fingers and lightly pinched it. Kris responded immediately, thrusting her hips upwards. Terry finished what she had started in the mall, her fingers fiddling with the girl’s clit.

Kris came in a crescendoing series of climaxes, each one more intense then the one before. At length, Terry felt Kris go rigid, her vaginal muscles clamping down tightly on Terry’s fingers. Terry waited for the orgasm to run its course, and then gently removed her fingers from the trembling teen.

Kris sighed heavily, then rolled off Terry’s lap.

“Mmmm, so nice. Oh Terry, I wish I could stay.” With a sigh, Kris reluctantly started to gather up her clothes. Terry got up, went into her bedroom and put on a robe, then returned to the living room. Kris was already dressed and waiting by the front door.

“Have a happy Christmas, Kris. Give me a kiss, and I’ll see you in a few days, alright?”

Kris smiled and kissed Terry good-bye, then opened the door, not wanting to leave. As she stepped outside she said, “When does Carrie come home? Is she still in Vancouver?” Carrie was Terry’s sixteen-year-old daughter. Kris was too embarrassed to say so, but she had a secret crush on her, and sometimes liked to fantasize about making love to mother and daughter at the same time.

Terry nodded. “Yes, and she’ll be going straight back to the academy from there, so she won’t be coming home until March. You’ll have all the privacy you need for Caryn.” Knowing Kris was reluctant to leave, and admitting that she hated to see her go, she said gently, “I’ll see you soon, sweetheart. If you happen to hear from those two remarkable brothers of yours, please give them my best.”

“Okay, I will. Bye, and happy Christmas, Terry. I love you.”

“I love you too, little one.”

And now, for the rest of the story – Part Two!

Author Unknown

Note from JetBoy: Can’t locate the original of this one. Then again, I rewrote the hell out of it, changing the customers (the ones who hire Kim’s mother for the night) from a male-female married couple to lesbian lovers. Hope you enjoy the result.

*****

I suppose I was pretty dense not to have figured it out sooner. I mean after three fucking years, I should have worked out the truth of it. If the late night phone calls and the sexy attire that Mom regularly wore weren’t enough to clue me in, the fact that we always had plenty of money after Dad left ought to have.

But Mom had become a lesbian since the divorce, which made the explanation a hell of a lot less obvious than it might’ve been. Anyhow, I never caught on until this one night when I picked up the phone to call a friend and heard my mother talking to some strange woman.

Normally, I would’ve immediately hung up — I certainly wasn’t the kind of girl who would eavesdrop on her mother! — but I listened for just an instant too long, and found myself unable to break away. It only took a moment to realize what was going on. Mom was describing lesbian sex acts, each one accompanied by a price. The woman on the other end described what she wanted, and Mom made an appointment to meet her at a local hotel. They exchanged goodbyes.

My heart thudding, I stared at the phone receiver. I couldn’t believe it! My mother was an escort… for other women!

It wasn’t like I was appalled or disgusted, mind you. Why shouldn’t Mom make good use of what she’s got? She’s only in her late thirties, with a beautiful, voluptuous body. Besides, the idea kind of made me hot. The idea of fucking a guy for money creeped me out, but doing it with another woman seemed… oh, I don’t know, kind of wild and exciting.

Then I got a really wild idea — I figured if I played my cards right I might be able to pick up some extra cash, if Mom would be willing to throw some work my way! She knew how sexually active I was, after all…

Hanging up the phone, I shuffled down the hall to her bedroom, where I found her sitting at the vanity table in a long silk robe.

“Hi honey! Got plans for tonight?” she cooed, while primping her long dark hair.

“No,” I casually replied. “Mom… I have something to discuss with you.”

“What’d you do now?” she asked casually, spraying perfume along her supple neck.

“I know where you’ve really been going every night,” I said, gazing evenly at her.

“Really…? Where?” Mom replied, a mysterious smile on her face.

“Well… I kind of heard your conversation on the phone a minute ago.” I replied.

Surprisingly, she seemed relieved that her big secret was finally out in the open. And when I asked if I could get in on her action, she immediately agreed!

“Why not?” she replied. “You’re certainly pretty enough, and I know you’re experienced at sex with women… and it would solve my problem if you came along.”

“Really?” I asked, delighted that she had agreed so easily.

She gave me a sly look. “There’s a new client who’s giving her girlfriend a special present for her eighteenth birthday — me! She requested two girls because she doesn’t want to be left out of the action, but all my regulars are busy and I don’t want to blow this job… the money’s too good.”

My heart was fluttering like a hummingbird. “It sounds great, Mom!”

An hour later we were outside room 269 at the Plaza Motor Lodge, ready to go to work. Mom was in a black stretch satin gown with a plunging neckline that almost reached her navel, with two side slits up to her waist that showed off her long slender legs and sheer black nylons and garter belt ending in a 6″ clear platform high heels. I was wearing a tie-front top and short plaid skirt, white nylon over the knee stockings and 4 inch black platform heels. I wanted to look sexy but innocent, so Mom tied my long black hair in to a ponytail.

We knocked on the door and an attractive woman in her early thirties answered it.

“Good evening. I’m Erin, and this is my lover Davina,” she said, pointing over to a younger woman who was sitting in an armchair, looking extremely nervous.

“I’m Janet, and this is my daughter Kim,” Mom replied.

I nearly fainted! I guess I hadn’t expected Mom to admit our relationship.

Erin arched her eyebrows. “Hmmm, interesting… a mother and daughter team. Does that cost extra?”

“Not at all, honey,” Mom replied, turning on the charm.

Erin poured us drinks… and Mom began coming on to Davina right away. “Why don’t you come over here and sit next to me,” she purred, patting the bed.

Davina did so, still clearly nervous, and Mom wrapped an arm around her shoulder and began whispering in the girl’s ear. I could tell she was turned on, jitters and all.

“Kim, come and sit with me,” Erin said, perched daintily on the sofa. Heart throbbing, I crossed the room and sat down next to her. She smiled at my mother and her girlfriend as Mom began to nuzzle playfully at Davina’s neck. “She’s never been with any woman besides me before,” Erin murmured.

Erin didn’t waste time. Sliding her arm around my waist, she kissed me hungrily. I was startled but responded quickly, my tongue emerging to meet hers. I felt Erin’s hands on my breasts, her palms brushing my nipples. I glanced over at the bed and saw Mom and Davina in a hot embrace, kissing passionately. My mother’s hand was beneath the young woman’s skirt, and Davina was clumsily unbuttoning Mom’s dress.

Erin opened my blouse and lowered her face to my breasts, skillfully sucking on my nipples, making them stand to attention. I moaned, pulling her face into my chest, placing my free hand between her thighs. She was wearing slacks but no panties, and I could feel the heat and wetness of her cunt through the material.

“Here, baby… let me undress you,” I heard my Mom whisper to Davina.

She quickly peeled away the young woman’s clothes and laid her down naked on the bed. Then I watched as she did a seductive striptease. Mom shimmied out of her dress and released her beautiful breasts, then ran her hands across her nipples. She slid the dress down her stomach and over her ass, revealing a black g-string thong. I watched as the dress hit the ground and she stepped out of it.

Mom turned and bent over at the waist, sliding her thumbs under the strings of her thong and pushing it down to her ankles. Holding the position so Davina could get a good view, she glanced at me… smiling as Erin and I made out. Now nude but for her garters, stockings and heels, Mom straightens up, and for the first time in awhile I got a good look at her unclothed body.

She was just about perfect for a woman her age, with full creamy breasts, a shapely ass and a neatly trimmed tuft of hair between her thighs. Davina simply lay there, mouth open, taking in my mother’s beauty. Erin was impressed, too, watching my mother as I slid my hand into this woman’s panties to fondle her pussy.

“Mmmmmmm,” Erin purred, loving my touch, “your mom is really hot!” Then she turned to me. “So… let’s see what her little girl is like.”

“Yes, ma’am…” I said in my most innocent voice.

I rose to my feet and began to strip. I slowly removed my top and played with my nipples, then removed my skirt and panties, leaving my knee socks and heels. Erin’s eyes moved from my 32B tits and down my stomach to my shaved pussy.

Her eyes blazed with excitement. “Turn around and grab your ankles, lover,” she demanded.

I turned around, bending at the waist, and took hold of my ankles. Erin knelt behind me and ran her hand up my inner thigh, brushing my pussy with her fingertips. I could feel the warmth of her breath against my cunt and asshole as she inhaled deeply, clearly loving the scent of my arousal.

“Damn, you’re hot, girl,” she breathed. Then she sat down on the bed, parting her thighs. “Get down on your knees and eat my pussy. I want your mouth on me,” Erin panted.

I didn’t have to be told twice. As I lowered my face to Erin’s glistening cunt, I saw Mom working Davina over. She rubbed her breasts against the teenage girl as she kissed her way down her body.  As much as I wanted to watch them, though, Erin’s hungry cunt demanded my immediate attention. After placing hot, wet kisses along her glistening labia, I took her flower into my mouth, pressing my tongue deep into the moist crevice.

“Mmmm… oh, yesss. You have such a hot little mouth,” Erin moaned, shifting her butt in the chair as I ate her. I sucked and licked at her pussy, loving the heat, the flavor of this sexy woman. Behind me, bedsprings creaked.

“Oh,” Davina moaned, “oh.”

Tilting my head a bit, I saw Mom on her knees… her round, firm ass sticking out, her mouth fastened to Davina’s juicy cunt. The young woman’s trembling hands were resting in my mother’s thick mane of hair, her eyes closed, her mouth open. The sight of Mom’s butt made me tingle all over. I love the sight of a hot woman’s ass, and hers was magnificent.

Wanting to drive Erin absolutely crazy, I took the pink nubbin of her clit between my lips, flicking it mercilessly with the tip of my tongue.

She seized up as her body was rocked by a raging orgasm, her wild cries echoing in the room. “Oh GOD! YES!” she howled. I remember hoping that the walls at this motel were nice and thick.

I could hear Davina gasp hoarsely as her own climax hit warp speed. “Ohhhh! Oh yes! I’m… I’m… I’m…” she panted.

I continued to pleasure Erin’s cunt, and she came for at least a full sixty seconds before she released me, flopping back into the chair, sweaty, flushed and satisfied.

“Mmmmm, Davina… your pussy tastes so good!” Mom cooed, licking her lips as she sat up. The young woman reached for my mother and drew her down into a hot kiss, her tongue emerging to lick her wetness from Mom’s mouth and chin. Then she relaxed, holding my mother close.

Davina shifted her gaze from my mother’s eyes to smile sleepily at her lover, who was relaxing in her chair as I rested my cheek on her warm thigh. “Thank you, Erin,” she said in a soft voice. “That was wonderful.”

“Hmm… I’ve got a hot idea, if you’re into it,” Erin said with a saucy grin, her eyes darting from me to Mom and back again. “Janet… will you and your daughter make each other come?”

It took a few seconds for her words to sink in. But I already knew that I wanted it to happen. The thought of kissing and fondling my sexy mother made my already overheated cunt even wetter than it was.

Mom rose from the bed with a smile, then placed both her hands on her hips… as if waiting for me to make up my mind. She didn’t have to wait. I stood, walked to her and slid my arms around her waist.

“Mom, I’ve — I’ve wondered for a long time what you were like in bed…”

“Would you like to find out, honey?” she purred, her eyes never leaving mine. To answer that question, I hugged Mom tightly, kissing her passionately, my tongue seeking hers.

Moaning into my mouth, she fondled my ass, pressing her breasts against mine. Then she led me to the bed and lay back, eyes dancing as I parted her supple thighs. “Come to Mommy, baby…” she breathed.

I slipped into her embrace as naturally as always… but now as a lover instead of a daughter. She explored my mouth with a hot tongue, sending my lust soaring. My hand stole between her thighs.

When I fingered her pussy, she writhed in my arms, gently nudging my head lower. “Kiss Mommy’s nipples, sweetie…” she whispered. I happily obliged, sucking the pink tip of her right breast into my mouth, then gently nibbling at it.

She moaned, hugging me closer, “Yes, baby… oh, yes, just like that. I adore you, sweetheart!” Purring with pleasure, Mom cupped my ass, grinding her cunt into mine in a wickedly incestuous fuck.

“Ohhh, Mom!” I squealed, pushing my throbbing pussy against hers. “This feels so good… But I want to taste you.”

“Oh, yes, my angel. Lick my pussy,” Mom gasped, “and I want to lick yours.”

There was nothing in this world I needed more right then. Giving Mom a brief, but extremely hot kiss, I swung myself around until my face was inches from her pussy. The sight of her glistening cunt and the intoxicating smell of her aroused me to erotic heights I had never known before. Acting purely on instinct, I opened her cunt with my fingers and placed a loving kiss just inside her vagina. She inhaled sharply.

“Oh yes, baby. YES! Eat Mommy’s pussy!” she cried just before her mouth claimed my cunt, her tongue plunging deep inside me.

I moaned into my mother’s juicy slit, tonguing deeper into her wetness, totally caught up in my first foray into incest. We were really getting into it when I felt a hand creep beneath my chin and raise my face from Mom’s quivering cunt.

Opening my eyes, I found myself staring directly at a huge latex cock, then I saw that it was firmly strapped around Erin’s waist.

“What do you think, Janet? Should I fuck you with this big cock while your daughter licks your clit?” I heard Erin say above me.

“Yes!” Mom panted between slurps from my dripping slit, “Do it! Fuck me!”

I watched as my mom spread her legs for Erin, then I grabbed hold of this hot dyke’s prick and guided it to Mom’s opening, easing the tip inside her. Just then, I felt a hot, wet tongue lick at my asshole.

“Yes!” I gasped, shoving my hips back against Davina’s face. “Ohmigod that feels so good!” My head spun. I loved having my ass rimmed… and Davina had a wicked tongue that worked magic in my anal cleft. Obviously, she’d gotten over her shyness and then some.

Heart pounding, I lowered my face once more, enthralled by the sight of Erin’s cock pumping in and out of Mom’s cunt. I licked at her clitoris… then took the pink nubbin between my lips and sucked it, flicking it with my tongue. My body began trembling helplessly. Those hot, sucking mouths at my pussy and ass crack were turning me inside out!

Meanwhile, Mom went ballistic, thrusting her ass every time Erin lunged forward. Grabbing her thighs, I hung onto her for dear life as I sucked her clit. She moaned into my pubes, wrapping her lips around my own pink pearl until I went into overdrive.

The world burst into shiny pieces that flew wildly in every direction as I came so hard I saw stars. I could feel my mother climaxing beneath me as I bucked and rocked atop her.

Spent, Mom and I cuddled while Erin and Davina relaxed next to us.

“Wow!” Erin grinned. “Worth every penny. Damn, you two are hot together!”

“You can say that again,” Mom chuckled, hugging me tightly. “Welcome aboard, sweetheart!”

Mom and I kissed passionately, making it clear that she and I were more than just mother and daughter now… much more. As my hands reached for her beautiful breasts, I wondered if all of our future jobs as a team would be as fantastic as this one.

The End