Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

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